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Imagine getting fingered by Steve while Eddie watches

MY DREAM !!!!!!

“Such a slut for us” Eddie chuckled from the chair that’s facing the bed, eyeing you with your legs spread in front of him. “She’s so fucking wet” Steve said as his fingers pumped in and out of you rapidly with ease, causing you to moan. Steve pushed another finger in as he increased his pace, making your eyes flutter shut as your nails dig into his arm. “Stevie making you feel good, baby?” Eddie asked, his eyes not leaving your body as he licked his lips with a smirk. You nodded as you arched your back, feeling your release nearing. “Come on baby, let go for us” Steve whispered into your ear, sending shivers down your spine as his fingers curled up skilfully, causing your orgasm to wash over you. Steve slowly removed his fingers as Eddie walked over to the both of you and gently kissed you on your forehead, “Good girl”

omg .... phone sex with steve <3

HMMM… stop this is so hot… him instructing you what to do, while he wraps his hand around his dick, imagining it to be you. hearing your adorable moans through the phone is already enough to make him cum. “that’s right baby. touch yourself and think of me deep inside you right now. good girl” you are not allowed to cum without his permission though, and he would edge you for so long until you’re finally allowed to let go, and when you do, it’s so intense. he hears you moaning his name loudly, causing him to cum right after you as he makes he mess all over himself.

Also going with the idea with the Eddie and Steve finding out what y/n did to both thingy I wanted to add there sub/dom thingy

Mean!dom!eddie, Mean!Dom!steve, sub!reader

I WANT THEM BOTH RN ☹️ they can do anything to me they want idc idc

Nah nah I’ve been thinking HARD about this.

So Y/n has a friends with benefits Eddie. But she’s been also having ANOTHER friends with benefits steve. And neither of them know about this. Now it’s a big deal because Eddie AND Steve told y/n that you aren’t supposed to be seeing anybody else or sleeping with anybody else but them. So one day both of them found out you broke there rules and instead of yelling at each other they come to you about it. And it’s not a friendly conversation. They torture her with sex, I’m talking degration, begging, spitting, choking, hair pulling, slapping, pain kink, crying and etc

oh my god. omgomgomg. i fucking love this… thank you i will be thinking about this all day long now. and like after that it becomes a regular thing for the three of you but with lots of aftercare <3

Eddie fucking you good when Steve calls - and he picks up the call

"hey man what's up? Oh you wanna speak to her, hang on."

And you're whining because he's so deep and his free hand is doing things to your clit that shouldn't be legal. There's something in his eyes that makes you accept the phone

"hi S-Steve. What do you - shit - what do you want?" You're trying for casual but Eddie angles his hips and pushes right into that spot. With a grin on his face, the sweat glueing a single curl to his forehead.

"just wanted to say hello," Steve is smirking on the other end but you don't care. Eddie is fucking you fast enough that Steve doubtlessly can hear how wet you are, his face buried in your neck where he's sucking a hickey into your skin. And it feels glorious

"he fucking you good Baby?"

You gasp. Everything feels amplified now. "So good, Steve."

"then let us hear it, huh, Sweetheart?" Eddie's nibbling at your earlobe, right next to the phone, his breath warm and wet, "let Steve hear how beautiful you sound when you cum."

~ sincerely one of your moots who's apparently horny today

YOU CANT JUST SEND THIS TO ME AND THEN LEAVE…!?!!? THIS WAS SO GOOD ILL BE THINKING ABOUT THIS ALL DAY im begging you please write a fic about this🧎🏻‍♀️

A Little Tipsy

Kinktober 2022 - Day 15

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Kink: Body Shots

Words: 1.4k

Summary: You and Steve hold a party for halloween and people start doing body shots which leads to you and Steve starting a party of your own. 

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected vaginal sex, vaginal sex, creampie, slight dirty talk, nipple play, teasing), costumes, set in the 1990s, hella fluff

a/n: This is day 15! I hope you enjoy this fic! Also this is what I imagined your costume to look like (pic)

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it’s a scream, baby!

♡ pairing- ghostface!steve x afab!reader x ghostface!eddie

♡ summary- hawkins had some serial killers on the loose, who would’a known that you’d be their victim.

♡ includes- SMUT, non-con, dark!steve, dark!eddie, knife play, blood play??, degradation/praise, cunnilingus, not a lot of plot, goes 0-100 on the smut real quick, i’m sorry, them being passive aggressive assholes, basically steddie use you right before they decide to kill you.

♡ a/n- if any of these warnings makes you uncomfortable, please do not read. let me know if you’d like a little part two with like penetration and stuff !

♡ ps, i swear to god, i’ll stop writing fics about pussy eating cuz i know i do it way too much. ITS A WEAKNESS, I’M SORRY!!!

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The room was a mess, the cushions that once sat perfect and pristine upon the couch had been torn— a flurry of springs and crumbly foam fluttered across the room and the few lamps that stood pride and place in every corner had toppled over, the pretty stained-glass shades smashed to teeny little pieces and stuck to the fibres of the carpet beneath you, jagged and shiny, digging into your palms from the constant clawing you inflicted to the floor. The glass drew blood, slicing through your fingertips and pooling into the crevices of your palms, though it was nothing compared to the wound that throbbed and spluttered in the top of your right thigh.

He had stabbed you— he’d do anything to get you to stay, at least that’s what he’d told you while he drove his jagged knife into the muscle of your thigh, moving it around while still deep inside just for good measure before he quickly pulled it back out again. The blood— oh god, the blood!

“There ya go— can’t leave us now, can you, hm?”

Eddie munson— that was who it was, straddling you and pinning you down with all of his body weight, a sadistic smile inching his lips upwards, bumping his cheeks and crinkling the corners of his black, swarming eyes.

He was a heavy suspect in the countless murders that scattered its way around Hawkins High, various teens going missing just to be found dead the very next day— but it didn’t even cross your mind someone like him, someone you thought was so harmless and misunderstood could do something so insidious and—

“What I tell you about keeping her all to yourself, Munson?”

Oh, what a shame— Stevie, your Stevie, paced the room with that stupid fucking mask hanging loosely from his wrist by the black elastic. You had only been dating for a few months, insisting on going slow, too nervous to go all the way with pretty boy King Steve, and he had told you it was fine, cooing soft and sweet into your ears and pressing innocent little kisses to your cheeks— you hadn’t a clue what was going on, what he was doing when he wasn’t with you and in the confines of your plush and pink bedroom.

God, you couldn’t stop the flurry of tears that brimmed along your lash line, fat tears running down your cheeks in haphazard blackened streaks, your mascara thick and clumped upon your wet lashes, nose all stuffy and blocked and globs of spit trickled down your throat with each time you tried to swallow the massive lump that just wouldn’t budge.

“Oh, honey, there’s no need to be upset, we’re here to take care of you.” Steve cooed, his lips were quirked just like Eddie’s, maniacal and so eerie, while he crouched down next to your struggling figure.

“Look so pretty when you cry, sweetheart, don’t listen to him-” Eddie’s voice was muffled against your neck, nosing against your pulse point and licking his tongue up the length of your neck in a fat stripe. “but you gotta stop movin’ or I’ll cut that pretty face of yours.”

Your throat constricted on its own accord, a cowering whimper fleeing your lips the moment he had started to speak, and another one soon after at the mention of using that knife again.

“Poor girl’s gone all shy-” Stevie cooed, mocking you with a pout on his lips and grazing a bloody knuckle against your puffy cheek— the tears were still ever spilling and you couldn’t bare to look him in the eyes, but he caught your face between his callused hand, causing your cheeks to squish and your lips to jut. “Come on, baby, don’t you wanna play with us?”

You started to sob, shaking your head fervently, hoping that this was all just some sick joke and it’d all be fine once you told them it wasn’t funny. But even when you shook your head, and when multiple please no’s fell from your swollen lips, the tip of the knife that Eddie grasped in a tight fist trailed along your neck, the blade resting far too comfortably against your pulse point.

“No?” So passive aggressive, lips curled into a sneer almost, and his grip around your face got tighter. “Well that’s too bad, ain’t it, honey.”

—

Your clothes had been torn to shreds, sharp slits ruining the fabric and deeming them completely useless, though the cotton of your underwear was still intact, the white stained with their bloody prints and your chest hammered at the sight.

It was a mixture of heavy petting and sloppy kisses, both tongues shoved against your own, swiping against your teeth and lips sucking crudely on your tongue— it didn’t matter to them that you didn’t kiss back. They’d make you sooner or later.

You couldn’t help the surges of arousal that pooled inside your stomach, your thighs clenching with each squeeze and caress, becoming transfixed and inebriated— something close to a Stockholm syndrome that had your mind reeling and hazy, utterly dumb and eager. A complete shift to what was before.

Oh god.

“See,” Eddie started, palm pressed against your stomach while he paused to press his mouth upon your spread thighs, biting and sucking bruises, little teeth marks littering your searing skin and it had you whimpering. “I always had a thing for ya, sweetheart.”

That knife of his was still ever-present, pressed flat underneath the palm that held you still— one wrong move and it’d start to slice…

“Such a shame we gotta get rid of you once we’re done, baby.” He wasted no time in pulling at the crotch of your underwear and successfully splitting it in two— your cunt on display and completely bare, the two killers groaning at the sight, so wet and warm, practically dripping onto the carpet. “You understand though, don’t you?”

“Such a fuckin’ whore,” Steve piped up, hand now grasped around your wrists, pressing them above your head, “hiding all this from me all along, huh, pretty girl.”

And it seemed so quick, Eddie’s mouth was on you in an instant, sloppy and uncoordinated, tongue trailing a long, swift line up your centre, finishing with a mean flick to your clit.

You struggled and wriggled in his grasp, causing the tip of the blade to pierce the skin of your stomach— only slightly, and you could barely notice the pain from Eddie’s ministrations— if anything it made your arousal surge further and you clenched around his prodding tongue.

“Thought she was a good girl, Stevie-” his voice was mumbled, muffled greatly by your pussy in his face and Steve rolled his eyes, a sneer lifting at his puffy lips.

“She is a good girl— aren’t you, honey?” One of his palms cracked upon your cheek in a sharp slap, heat blooming quickly, surging all the way down to your cunt, and of course Eddie knew with the way he fucked you with his tongue. “Just need to get it in that thick skull of yours that you ain’t gettin’ away.”

Your thighs shook, toes curling and your hands tried to hold onto something even while they were shoved above your head. It was a constant of tongue and spit, clit all engorged between his bitten lips and he was eating you like a champ— all that along with one of pretty boy Steve’s palms on your tits, kneading at the flesh and pinching your nipples— and you were getting so close, gonna— gonna cum,,

“Shit, Steve, wish you could feel her now,” he was mumbling and his lips were smacking, so obscene in the stuffy air, “fuckin’ clenching so tight—”

Your hips attempted to buck, his tongue fucking into your hole, slurping up the arousal that pooled there like a starved man and you stared up at Steve, big eyes blinking up at him, all shiny and sweet, glimmering with tears and he couldn’t help the way his cock throbbed when they began to slip down your puffy cheeks.

“Oh,” he cooed, mocking you still and leaning down to nuzzle his nose against your own, “are you gonna cum?”

Eddie hummed against you, pushing his face even deeper into your pussy, your slick dripping down his chin and you could hear him swallow you down in big, crude gulps.

You shook your head, a haze clouding your irises, your mouth agape and drooling, eyebrows furrowed into a state similar to bliss— it didn’t matter that there was a blade against your tummy and it didn’t matter about the stab wound that you had acquired, it was ridiculous, making you dizzy, all the blood loss, just heightening the perfect jolts to your clit.

“You don’t have to pretend, baby. We know you gotta cum, sweet thing.”

Shit—the way he spoke to you, all condescending and fake, but as sweet as honey, it was so confusing, and if you weren’t so inebriated from their attention, you would’ve been ashamed to say you were on the brink of exploding.

“Ask Eddie nicely,” he cooed, “need permission to cum, don’t ya, sweets?”

Your face was on fire, but you couldn’t help it, you needed to cum so badly— so desperate for it, so you blew out a breath and began to plead.

“P-please can I cum, Eddie—” you whined and crooned, fingers flexing up above you, wanting nothing more than to thread them through his tangled hair and tug him closer into your cunt.

“I don’t know, sweetheart,” he was teasing you, as if he was actually thinking about it, the bastard. “You gotta promise me you’ll be a good girl until I’m- we’re done with you.”

“Promise!” You nodded profusely, whining up at Steve too, “pretty please can I cum?”

Eddie took a glance up at Steve, awaiting the short nod he gave the metal head.

“Let her cum, Eds.” That smile was back again. The maniacal one. It did things to you, made your stomach flip and you bucked up into Eddie’s working mouth, your gaze flipping between them both.

“Can you believe it, honey? Gonna cum for Hawkins’ big bad serial killers, ain’t that somethin?” You squeezed your eyes shut, stars erupted from beneath your closed lids, sparkly and in a haze and your muscles convulsed, the fat of your thighs squished firm against either side of Eddie’s head. If you thought hard enough you probably could’ve used it as an advantage, could’ve squeezed his head so fucking hard his head popped off, but you were in too deep, nothing could stop them, not when they had you all nice and dumb and fucked out.

“Better make the most of it sweetheart, ‘cause you won’t be around to enjoy it much longer.”

Eddie continued to lap at your pussy, watching intently while you clenched around nothing, and occasionally slipping his tongue inside your fluttering hole just to sate it.

“No more,” you were whining, gasping into the stuffy air, desperate to try and lift your hips away, already overstimulated by the short nudges of his nose against your puffy clit. “Please— I can’t!”

“Oh, come on baby, don’t you wanna get fucked?” Eddie smirked from below, his pretty hair cascading over his shoulders once he smoothed it out of his face. “I know Stevie’s real excited to slip inside this pretty little virgin cunt of yours.”

The fucker had the audacity to laugh, giggling into the skin of your thighs and trying to gnaw at the chubby flesh to stifle himself.

“It’s not funny,” you were pathetic really, speech all slurred and whiny as ever, chest heaving and clit still throbbing even after all his attention.

“You’re right baby, I’m sorry, it’s not funny.” He spoke, all while laughing still, thumb and forefinger reaching up to squeeze at your cheek. Mocking you. “Have I upset you, princess? You mad at me?”

“Come on Eddie, we haven’t got all night. Pretty girl’s already getting woozy, aren’t you, sweetheart?”

He was right, you were getting woozy. Your eyelids were already starting to get all droopy and heavy, lashes fluttering and fat tears still slipped down your cheeks.

Eddie finally emerged from his little perch between your thighs, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand and leaning to press a wet kiss to your cheek.

“Such a good girl, sweetheart, not even struggling.” Your face flushed, “you ready, honey?”

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Guys I know i know everyone’s waiting for the last part of CLV 8 but my friggin mind is just so all over the place wanting to finish so many projects at once. It’s insane. I’ve made a similar post discussing this iykyk. But the last chapter will come out I promise this week. For now, I’ll be posting Final Girl Part 2 before then and imma just say ya’ll are not ready for it lmaoo it’s possibly the weirdest fic ive written but also creatively inspired. Anyway here’s a preview of the smut because of course we are all horny

Ghostface!Steddie x Bimbo!Reader

Warnings/tags: mxm (kissing, groping), threeway female masturbation, kiss, sex under LED lights, use of nickname ‘pet’

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But instead of touching you, they began to make out amongst themselves. Your body is hot all over watching them under the red lights as their tongues playfully licked each other’s. Eddie is rough, biting Steve’s lips while his hands grip the back of his neck to force him in place.

Steve is softer, letting Eddie take the lead and letting his hands roam.

Without realizing it, your hand slid down between your legs, rubbing tight circles on your swollen nub. It was torturous to watch them have their fun while all you could do is watch and do a failed attempt at suppressing the ache between your legs. You notice Eddie opening one eye, looking at you and smiling into the kiss when he sees what you’re doing before his attention goes back to Steve.

You figure you’ve had enough. Hopping off the bed, you stride towards them. With a newfound sense of confidence, you pull Steve away and plant your lips back on his, making sure you play equally rough with him. Your eyes are focused on Eddie who was both impressed and turned on.

You break away before tugging on Eddie’s shirt and colliding your lips. He moans into the kiss loving the bold you ss you were usually submissive. Once you break from that kiss, you guide Eddie and Steve’s heads towards each other, making them kiss again only this time you join in licking between their kisses. The session quickly turns into a heated threeway makeout session of tongues and clashing teeth and you could feel your arousal begin to seep down your legs

Eddie grips your neck tight, ending the kiss and sending you walking backwards towards the bed. A wicked smile plastered on his face. “I thought I told you to stay, pet?”

“Fuck you,” You hiss. “I’m not your pet. If anything, I own your ass. Both of you. So, I suggest that you be good boys and give me exactly what I want.”

We All Go A Little Mad

Pairing: Ghostface!Steddie x Fem!Reader

Summary: When a quiet night in turns into a night of horror...and excitement.

Warnings: dark eddie, dark steve, home intrusion, mentions of cheating, mentions of murder, blood, blood kink(?), knife play, smut, DUBCON, oral sex (m recieving), manhandling, hair pulling, voyeurism, unprotected sex, double penetration, threesome, eddie calls reader a 'whore' and a 'slut'.

A/N: HAPPY (slightly late) HALLOWEEN!!! I've literally been so excited for you all to read this fic so I hope you like it!! <3

Word Count: 3.2K

A Nightmare On Elm Street was still playing on the television as you cowered behind your couch, a knife in hand as you waited in the dark.

You could hear your heartbeat pounding in your ears as you lifted up slightly to look towards your front hallway, the phone discarded on the coffee table in front of the couch.

Someone had been stalking your house, and the asshole had even been arrogant enough to call you. You suspected it was the same person who'd killed two people last night, considering what they had told you before you hung up.

The suspected killer had initially insisted that you play a game with him, started asking you questions about horror movies. And once you finally asked what he wanted, he'd simply said, "I wanna see what your insides look like", to which you immediately hung up, proceeding to rush into the kitchen to retrieve a knife.

The door hadn't been opened yet and you hadn't heard anything in the house, but you weren't about to go and investigate. You'd seen plenty of horror movies to know that that was probably one of the worst things you could do in this situation. So you'd simply decided to stay where you were, waiting silently behind the couch with a knife.

A couple more minutes probably passed before you heard the sound of glass smashing in the kitchen, and you swore your heart had stopped beating right then, your breath catching in your throat as you sank closer to the floor.

You held the knife tighter in your hand then, your eyes burning with tears as you waited. You wanted to be brave, but you just couldn't prevent the fear from overtaking you, silent tears finally slipping from your eyes.

You listened to the footsteps that echoed around your kitchen, before the sound of them eventually came into the hall, which wasn't far from where you were hiding. You didn't know what to do. If you remained where you were, the killer would find you easily. It was basically a free invitation to kill you. The only other option you had at this moment was to jump out and attack the killer yourself, in the hope that you'd be taking him by surprise.

The footsteps had entered the living room now, a few feet away from where you were behind the couch. And the movie was still playing on the television, the sound of Freddy Krueger's razor blades piercing your ears as you prepared to make your move.

You took a deep breath, steeling yourself as you tightened your grip around the handle of the blade. And then you forced yourself up off the floor, screaming as you lunged at the killer with your knife. You managed to knock them off balance, which gave you enough time to make it to your front door.

But you were not yet safe, because when you yanked the door open, you were met with the dark, empty eyes of a ghost mask. The second intruder stepped forward, and in one swift motion, he had his arm wrapped around your shoulders, your back flush against his chest as he trapped you against him.

"Shit, sweetheart." A familiar voice suddenly spoke. "Never thought you'd have the balls to face a killer like that. It's kinda hot."

When he sauntered in from the living room then, you felt like you were going to be sick, because how could he be killing people?

"It was you?" You choked, your lips trembling as you stared at your friend in shock, his ghost mask hanging from his fingers. "You're the killer?"

Eddie chuckled then before giving you a mock frown, gesturing towards the man behind you. "Can't let me take all the credit. What about pretty boy over there?"

"What?"

The person behind you released you then, shoving you towards Eddie. And before you were even able to register what was happening, he was removing his mask, the second shock of the night hitting you when he revealed his face.

"Surprise, (y/n)." He smirked, dropping his mask to the floor beside his feet.

"Steve?"

"What's the matter, (y/n)? You look like you've seen a ghost?" He taunted, stepping towards you now as you stared with wide eyes.

These people were your friends. How could you not know your own friends were the killers? "I...don't understand. Why?"

"Why?" Eddie chuckled, his knuckles coming up to ghost over your jaw as he hovered behind you. "You hear that Steve? I think she wants a motive."

Steve simply shrugged at him, his eyes seemingly alight with excitement as he watched.

"Well I dunno (y/n)...maybe the freak finally snapped? Huh? You ever think of that?" Eddie started, beginning to circle you now as he spoke. "Harrington finally decided to go off the deep end after you stomped all over his heart? What about that?"

"But...Steve and I are friends. We're friends, Eddie."

"Well that's precisely the point." He snapped. "We're friends, that's all you were ever gonna see me as. Just your little lapdog freak who follows you around everywhere."

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"I was always there! Waiting for you to see me the way I saw you. Even when you were fucking Steve Harrington!" He yelled, seeming to become more unhinged by the minute. "Well you wanna know a secret? Huh? Where Steve was all those times he had to cancel with you?"

You shook your head. "I don't-"

"He was with me! In my bed. Moaning my name." He seemed enraged as he said that, a spiteful grin on his face as he glared at you.

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Cuz I want you to feel as fucked over as I did. You had every chance to choose me, but instead you chose the guy who cheated on you with me." He snarled.

"You're fucking insane."

"We all go a little mad sometimes." Eddie chuckled, coming to stand beside Steve now as they watched you.

You thought about running. The back door wasn't that far away. But there were two of them, they were bound to catch you.

"Are you...gonna kill me?" You asked, tears welling in your eyes.

"Oh we're not gonna kill you." Eddie said, a maniacal smile on his face as he stepped towards you. "We're just gonna hurt you."

You couldn't stop the tears escaping your eyes then as panic overtook you. And seconds later, Eddie was scooping you up off the ground, throwing you over his shoulder as he made his way over to the stairs, Steve following close behind.

"I'm gonna show you exactly what you've been missing out on." Eddie hummed, your arms knocking against his back with every step he took up the stairs.

You wanted to scream. You wanted to fight him off, make him let you go, but for some reason you couldn't find it in you to struggle as he carried you towards your bedroom. You knew exactly what was about to happen, but you weren't entirely sure how you felt about it. As sick as it sounded, you felt a slight sense of anticipation as he approached your bed, roughly throwing you down onto the mattress.

"So...you've got your reasons for being here." You started, your voice trembling as you spoke. "Why's Steve here?"

"Peer pressure, I'm far too sensitive." Steve joked, grinning at you as he stepped closer. "I'm just along for the ride."

"You're both sick."

"You're not exactly that innocent yourself sweetheart." Eddie chuckled. "I mean look at you, you're not even the slightest bit scared. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you wanted this."

You wanted to tell him he was wrong, that you didn't want any part of this, because you shouldn't want this. But you couldn't help but wonder what it would be like, to let them both do as they pleased with you.

"Shit, you do want this." Eddie suddenly exclaimed, clearly noticing your hesitation. "I woulda never pegged you for a whore."

You couldn't find it in you to say anything back to that. All you could do was lay there, your body becoming rigid as he advanced towards you, his lust filled stare seeming to press you further into the mattress.

When his hands reached down to ghost over your exposed thighs, you flinched away, but he didn't seem to care. He only smirked before nodding behind you.

"Steve. Hold her." He instructed, his eyes completely focused on you as Steve reached around you to grab your arms, pulling them back against him. "Gonna show you exactly how good we are together."

You remained completely silent, the only sound that could be heard was your shaky breathing, as you watched Eddie slip your shorts down your legs, his smile widening as he took in the sight of you in your panties.

And he wasted no time in dragging the thin material down your legs, making you gasp when the cool air hit your exposed pussy.

"Shit, Steve." Eddie breathed out, his eyes alight with excitement as he looked behind you to his partner. "I think I see what you saw in her."

You felt fucking disgusting lying here like this, just letting them do as they pleased with you. And the worst part was, you didn't want them to stop.

When what felt like the edge of a blade suddenly grazed your thigh, you flinched, your eyes falling to the knife in Eddie's hand.

"What's the matter, sweetheart? Didn't I make it clear what was gonna happen tonight?" He grinned as he slowly traced the blade along your skin.

"Eddie, come on. I'll let you do whatever you want, just...don't kill me."

You couldn't understand how you were managing to stay so calm, especially considering that on the inside, you were losing your freakin' mind.

"I won't kill you." Eddie smirked, before nicking your skin with the blade. "If you're good for us, then we might have to keep you around."

You just gave him a small nod in agreement, your gaze falling to the blood that was currently spreading across your skin. And as Eddie stared down at the small wound, he had a near animalistic expression on his face, his grin only widening at the sight.

He sucked in a breath before leaning down to lick a stripe up your thigh, the taste of copper filling his mouth. He groaned against your flesh, his dick becoming painfully hard in his jeans.

"Holy shit." Eddie sighed, his eyes shooting down to the tent forming in his pants, before looking back up at Steve. "Do you mind?"

"Go right ahead." Steve smiled, releasing you and stepping back from the bed. "After all, this was your plan."

Eddie couldn't help the quiet groan that escaped his lips then as he dropped the knife on the nightstand, practically ripping his robe off, before bringing his hands down to unbuckle his belt.

You waited in anticipation as he pushed his jeans down his legs, his boxers going with them. And when his cock sprang free from its constraints, you felt your pussy throb from the sight.

"You ready to get this wet for me sweetheart?" Eddie smirked, his eyes wild as he stared down at you, his hand coming to wrap around the base of his cock.

You could only offer him a weak nod as you waited for him to make his next move.

You gasped when he reached around you to grip the back of your hair, roughly pulling you forward onto your hands and knees. And he gave you no warning before he nudged your mouth open with the head of his cock, wasting no time with pushing himself all the way into your mouth.

Eddie let out a guttural groan when his tip hit the back of your throat, making you gag around him. He kept his hand threaded through your hair as he started to urge your movements over him, your head bobbing up and down on his cock.

"Shit, Eds." Steve groaned, his robe already discarded behind him, his jeans and underwear pooled around his ankles as he grasped his aching cock. "She's fucking gorgeous."

"Isn't she?" Eddie grinned, his breath hitching in his throat at the sight of your lips wrapped around him.

His hands were still tightly gripping your hair, a dull pain beginning to radiate across your scalp, as he continued to thrust into your mouth.

Steve was still standing off to the side, watching intently as he moved his hand up and down his length, completely captivated by the sight in front of him. He wanted so badly to be inside you right now, to split you open on his cock, but he wanted Eddie to have his moment. They had planned this for so long, and he wasn't about to go against Eddie's wishes now.

Your eyes were watering as you struggled to keep from gagging, Eddie's cock relentlessly hitting the back of your throat over and over as he brought himself to his release.

"C'mon Eds, hurry it up." Steve finally urged, becoming too desperate to wait any longer.

Eddie simply picked up his pace, thrusting harder inside your mouth, before you felt his dick twitch, the warmth of his release coating your tongue. And as he worked to steady his breathing, he slipped his cock out of your mouth, watching as you swallowed down his load.

"Jesus Christ, you're such a fucking slut." He said proudly, looking over to his partner. "You seeing this Steve?"

Steve nodded, a wicked smirk on his face as he advanced towards you both. "Alright, my turn."

Eddie stepped back then, giving Steve room to take over. And you were still trying to get your bearings, so it took you by suprise when his hands came down on your shoulders, pushing you onto your back as he came to hover over you. And you couldn't help raising your hips up towards him, desperate for him to be inside you.

Steve clearly noticed your desperation as a small smirk pulled at his lips, before he reached down to press his fingers to your clit.

"Jesus, you're soaked." He said, feeling incredibly proud when a quiet moan fell from your lips at the contact. "Bet you can't wait for me to have my dick inside you again."

"Mm, Steve...please." You whined, your eyes falling shut as he nudged his tip into your entrance. You didn't even care how wrong this was anymore, you just needed him to be inside you.

When Steve finally pushed himself inside, you cried out his name, as you threw your head back into the mattress. And he wasted no time in setting a brutal pace inside you, his thrusts already beginning to shake the bed beneath you.

Eddie simply smiled at the sight, happy that Steve could finally have his moment. And he was filled with anticipation of what was to come. He was just waiting for his mark.

"Oh god!" You cried, your hands desperately fisting the sheets as Steve pounded into you, his balls beginning to slap against your ass. "Fuck!"

"That's it, baby." Steve panted. He was filled with pride as he watched you coming undone before him. "You gonna come for me?"

You nodded, your eyes still clamped shut as he continued to drive himself into you, the sound of skin smacking against skin filling the room. You'd completely forgotten that Eddie was merely feet away, watching as Steve ruined you. But you couldn't bring yourself to care, because this just felt too good.

After a few more hard thrusts, you could feel yourself finally reaching your release, heat beginning to pool in your belly.

And Steve could feel his own release nearing as he continued to slap his hips up into you.

And within seconds, you were practically screaming, the fire exploding in your belly as pleasure wracked through you. "Oh my god! Yes!"

But it wasn't over yet, as Steve barely gave you any time to recover before he was repositioning you both, him lying on his back whilst you straddled him, his cock still buried deep inside you.

You looked down at him in confusion but you quickly realised what was about to happen when Eddie circled the bed, coming to position himself behind you.

"No, wait, I can't." You pleaded, shaking your head as you turned to look at Eddie.

"Yes you can, sweetheart." He said, smiling at you as he readied himself. "Remember what we agreed on. You've gotta be good for us, remember?"

His words from earlier echoed in your mind and you gave him a weak nod, turning to look back down at Steve, who seemed to be trying incredibly hard to remain still whilst you waited for Eddie.

And when you felt the tip of Eddie's dick press against your entrance, your whole body tensed, prompting Eddie to bring his hands up to your shoulders, squeezing slightly.

"Remember what I said." He whispered, leaning close enough for his lips to brush against your ear.

You nodded again, swallowing as you waited for him to push into you. And when he finally sank himself inside your tight hole, you groaned from both pain and pleasure.

Steve took this as his cue to move, a grin breaking across his features as he carefully thrusted up into you as Eddie pulled out. They both took a moment to set a pace inside you, but once they had figured things out, they began moving inside you easily, both of them groaning quietly.

The sensation of them both moving inside you hurt at first, but after a few more steady thrusts, you were finding that it was quite pleasurable.

Steve had pushed your t-shirt up over your head now, Eddie discarding it on the floor behind him, and both their hands were roughly kneading your breasts, making you moan loudly.

"Oh god." You breathed out, your eyes screwing shut as you felt another orgasm nearing. "Oh...fuck."

"That's it sweetheart." Eddie chuckled. "You gonna come for us?"

"Yes! Oh god, yes!"

"Shit Eds, I'm so close." Steve panted from beneath you, his mouth hanging open as he continued his movements inside you.

Eddie simply groaned in response, his own release nearing as he thrusted inside you.

It wasn't long until you were coming around Steve's cock, your arousal coating them both as they continued to drive themselves into you. And when you were finally spent, the only thing that was holding you upright was Eddie's hands around your body.

They both worked themselves to their release, and moments later, you could feel them both twitch inside you, guttural groans falling from their lips as they came.

And when they finally caught their breaths, Eddie slipped out of you, slumping down on the bed beside you.

"Holy shit." He panted, his chest rising and falling heavily as he grinned at you. "If only you'd have realised our potential sooner."

"Are you...gonna kill me?"

"No, we gotta keep you around sweetheart."

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Halloween Horror

Steddie x Fem!Reader Ghostface AU

Warnings: Trauma, PTSD, Violence, Gore, Smut, 18+ if any of this upsets you please don’t read its a little heavier than just kinky smut!!

(I should actually go to hell for this)

Word Count: 6k shes a long one sorry

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The atmosphere in the hallway was far too exuberant for you as you made your way to your locker. It was Halloween and the school was bubbling with excitement, Halloween parties being planned and talked about by almost every student. You on the other hand couldn’t even try to act excited.

Had the whole school just forgotten what happened?

Did no one care?

Today marked the anniversary of the Hawkins Halloween Massacre. A series of brutal murders of students at this school and other known Hawkins residents. You remember the intercom call over the whole school that afternoon, a man on the outskirts of town was found brutally murdered and a curfew was in place, no one should leave their house after 6pm and keep their doors and windows locked, there was a killer on the loose. He was a fisherman, no one significant to you but the chill that ran up your spine and the sinking pit in your stomach was strong enough.

You remember looking around your classroom, noticing your boyfriend Eddie hadn’t shown up for the last period, anxiety filling your heart dreading he had faced the sharp end of the killer’s blade.

Your anxieties dissipated after the bell rang and you bumped into the tall man outside the classroom, turned out he had just skipped to smoke outside on the school oval, ‘pregaming the chillest Halloween night ever’ as he had put it.

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pretty little thing — s.h.

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

warnings: smut, mask kink, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (m. receiving), choking, hair pulling, dirty talk, degradation, creampie, dubcon, overstimulation, rough sex, cursing, face slapping, fingering, eddie walking in lol

wordcount: 3.1k

summary: your boyfriend steve wearing a ghostface costume to a halloween party turns you on a bit too much…

a/n: i know the movies/characters that are mentioned didn’t exist back then but let’s just pretend they did

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“Nurse? Nuuurse? We have to go, patients are waiting for you! Don’t let them die!” Steve shouted from his bedroom, making you giggle as you hurriedly fixed your hair for the Halloween party Steve invited you to. You weren’t interested in going at first, but Steve ultimately persuaded you to go by exclaiming, “it’s the best party of the year!”. You were certain it was nothing but a shitty excuse for him to see you in a sexy Halloween costume, though. You didn’t want to put too much effort into it, so you chose a simple but sexy bloody nurse outfit.

“Well, you’re the reason they’re dying, dickhead!” you screamed back at Steve, who was dressed up as Ghostface in an all-black outfit with, of course, the mask. You had seen the movie ‘scream’ before, so you knew all too well how ridiculous the mask looked and warned him to prepare himself for you to make fun of him all night long when he’s all dressed up. You weren’t particularly a fan of his costume choice but you’d let it slide because of how enthusiastic he seemed to be about it.

You walked out of the bathroom and made your way to Steve, who was lying restless on his bed with his eyes glued to the ceiling, whistling some song that was stuck in his head.

“Where’s that stupid mask of yours?” you questioned, noticing that it’s the only part missing from his costume.

“In this bag, can’t drive with the mask on now, can-“ he abruptly stopped talking mid-sentence when he turned his head around and laid his eyes on you, seeing you in the sexy nurse outfit that barely covered your body.

“Wow, you- you look amazing” Steve stammered with wide eyes, almost drooling at the sight of you as you chuckled softly.

“I thought you were in a rush” you asked with a raised eyebrow as you stood in front of him with your arms crossed, looking down at him with a smirk on your face. His stunned expression changed into a mischievous one, scanning you up and down.

“You know what, the party can wait a little longe-“ “Shut up, we’re going. Now!”

The drive to the party was quiet, but you could practically feel the sexual tension coursing through the car. Steve´s hand gripped your thigh, your legs exposed due to the shortness of your skirt, while his eyes occasionally peeked to the side, attempting to catch a glimpse of your body.

“Eyes on the road!” you shouted for the fifth time in a row, rolling your eyes at him and feigning a frown.

A few minutes later and the two of you arrived in a nice neighbourhood with very large houses. You didn’t know the person who was hosting all too well— you only knew he used to be good friends which Steve a few years back, which was enough for you to know what kind of person he might be; popular and arrogant.

You both got out of the car before Steve took hold of your hand and led the way to the front door while holding the bag with the mask in his other. He looked you up and down with a smirk once again as you replied with an annoyed “Steve!” before he shrugged and pushed the front door open, walking inside the already crowded house. Loud music was played and most people were already intoxicated— either screaming, singing or talking over one another. It went exactly how you expected it to go, though. Steve was greeted by his old friends who were all over him, practically stealing him from you while you were standing awkwardly next to them, unsure of what to do or who to talk to. Thankfully he caught up on it quickly and grasped your hand again.

“You want to get something to drink?” you nodded before heading to the kitchen together.

“I just hope you’ll like it he-“ “Harrington!” you heard someone say from behind you, cutting Steve off. You turned your head in confusion before recognizing the familiar mullet, moustache and smug smile that never seemed to leave his goddamn face. Billy Hargrove. He was certainly very handsome, but god, could he be annoying.

His eyes shifted from Steve to you, checking you out from head to toe while licking his lips, “Holy shit. Did you bring this pretty little thing with you, Harrington?” he taunted, his eyes not leaving your body for one second. You cast a worrying glance Steve's way, knowing they don’t get along, at all.

“Leave her alone” Steve snarled, standing slightly in front of you, the protective side of him showing. “Oh, I’m sorry. Jealous I didn’t compliment you, pretty boy?” Billy laughed condescendingly as anger was written all over Steve’s face. You quickly poured two drinks and dragged Steve out of the kitchen, before the situation could escalate at any moment. You led him to the couch and sat next to him, attempting to distract his attention from the anger that was raging through his body while keeping your hand firmly in his.

“Here. Your mask” you handed him the bag that he placed on the ground earlier, reminding him that his costume was still incomplete. He grabbed the mask out of the bag and placed it over his head before wrapping his arm around you and taking a sip of his drink. You took a good look at Steve, taking his costume all in while eyeing him from his head to his toes. You were ready to laugh at him, to come up with all kinds of dumb jokes, but… you couldn’t. He actually looked good. Not only that, but it was almost like— like you were, turned on.

“What’s wrong?” Steve asked when he realized you were staring, snapping you back to reality. Oh no. You could not let him know you were turned on by his stupid costume, not after all the jokes you made about it. It would be humiliating for you to admit.

“W-what? Nothing!” you stammered, taking a sip of your drink to distract yourself. He brushed it aside and talked to an old friend that came to sit next to him. You tried to look the other way but you felt unable to stop looking at him. Steve, in that costume, did things to you. To your body. You felt so aroused and so needy, it was indescribable. You were rubbing your thighs together to create some friction. But it wasn’t enough. You were getting wetter by the second and- “Oh okay” Steve said smugly, pulling you out of your trance, “I see what’s happening”

“What are you talking about?” You replied with a puzzled expression on your face, trying to hide the fact that you were getting more aroused with each passing second. You could feel Steve's hot breath on your skin through the mask as his head drew nearer to you, “You’re turned on by my costume”. Your eyes widened, nearly causing you to choke on the drink you had just taken a sip of. He chuckled, knowing all too well that he was right.

“Meet me upstairs in five minutes” he whispered into your ear before you could even begin to defend yourself, his voice slightly muffled by the mask as you felt the anticipation raging through your entire body. He rose to his feet and slowly walked to the hallway before disappearing around the corner.

“Is everything okay?” Steve’s old friend asked you with a worried look on his face, jolting you out of your trance. Shit. He must’ve seen how tense you’ve been looking, probably thinking that you had been drinking too much. You took a deep breath to pull yourself together, trying not to think much about how sexy Steve looked in his Ghostface costume, how bad you wanted him to fuck you like you were his little slut, pounding into you so mercilessly— well, fuck.

“Yeah, totally! I’m sorry, I have to go to the bathroom” you excused yourself quickly before you could embarrass yourself even further. While following Steve´s footsteps, you quickly became aware of how soaked you already were. It was embarrassing really, how a silly Halloween costume could rile you up so fucking much.

You realized you may have had more alcohol than you thought when you stumbled a little on the stairs while passing a few couples who were kissing in the hallway. There were a few closed doors upstairs, but since you didn't know which room Steve was in, you thought there was nothing else you could do except check every door until you found the right one.

After seeing a bride covered in blood giving the joker a blowjob, a police officer making out with an inmate and a bunny undressing herself in front of Jack fucking Sparrow, you presumably found the right room, finally. You slowly opened it, not seeing Steve anywhere in the dim-lit room. You stepped inside and closed the door behind you before feeling a gloved hand creep around your neck, making you flinch at the sudden touch, “Hi beautiful, looking for me?”

“Fuck, you scared me!”

“Good” Steve spun you around and slammed you against the wall, caging you inside his arms while he looked down at you through his mask.

“Hmm, he’s right. You are a pretty little thing” his hand slowly moved to your breast, kneading it roughly as he whispered into your ear, “my pretty little thing”

His other hand moved to your core, under your skirt and feeling the wetness through your underwear, “So wet already? What a fucking slut”

You were a little taken aback by his unusual demeanour, but it simultaneously turned you on so much. You weren’t complaining about your sex life, not at all. But you weren’t used to this side of Steve. He was usually so sweet and soft— it was all pretty vanilla. He had never called you a slut before, but fuck, you would be lying if you said it didn’t turn you on.

“Y-yes” you timidly admitted, feeling your cheeks burn at his words. He swiftly placed his hands under your butt and lifted you up, forcing you to wrap your legs around him. He walked over to the bed and threw you on it, causing you to bounce slightly on the mattress while watching him take his black robe off. You expected him to wear a shirt underneath, but his exposed, hairy upper body caught your attention right away, making you even more drenched than you already were.

He moved to the edge of the bed and stood in front of it before unbuckling his belt while gesturing for you to come closer. You sat on your knees in front of his crotch and watched how he slid his pants down to his ankles, his hard erection showing through his boxers. His head came closer to yours as he lifted your head with his finger. He tilted his masked head slightly as you looked up at him through your eyelashes.

“So fucking beautiful” he ran his thumb over your lips, feeling the smooth fabric of his gloves, “and such pretty lips. Show me what you can do with them”

You palmed him through his boxers, the precum wetting his underwear as you heard a hiss coming from under his mask. You pulled his boxers down as his cock sprung free, nearly hitting you in the face. You tended to forget how big he is, the veins prominently visible when he’s fully erect. He removed his gloves, leaving him in nothing but the mask and lightly slapped your face before gripping your jaw, causing you to pout a little.

“Show me how much of a slut you really are and look at me while you do it” Steve instructed before letting go of your jaw. Your hand wrapped around his dick, pumping up and down while using his precum.

“Spit” Steve commanded, making you spit all over his erection and pumping it faster before wrapping your lips around it. He groaned at the feeling of your warm mouth around him, his hand moving to grab your head. He pushed you further onto his dick, throwing his head back at the sensation.

“Just like-“ before Steve could finish his sentence, you heard the door open as the music from downstairs started to become louder. You quickly took your mouth off Steve and turned your head to see who opened the door. Oh no. Eddie fucking Munson was standing in the doorway with drugs in his hand, watching you in a nurse costume giving a blowjob to Steve who was wearing a Ghostface mask. Great. You felt your cheeks heat up as Eddie’s wide eyes were glued to the scene happening in front of him.

Everyone froze for a moment, unsure of what to do before Eddie broke the silence with a laugh, “Didn’t know you were that kinky, Y/n”

“Jesus, get out!” Steve screamed quickly while motioning for him to leave. Eddie left the room with a smile on his face and closed the door behind him.

“I’m going to fucking kill that boy” Steve snarled annoyingly with a sigh, rolling his eyes under the mask.

“Well, you’re certainly dressed for it” you replied before hearing a muffled chuckle from Steve.

You were about to wrap your mouth around him again but he abruptly yanked you by your hair and forced you to turn your head to the side as his head drew nearer to your ear, “I bet you liked it when Eddie saw you like that. Want me to fuck you like the filthy whore you are?” he asked, his warm breath on your skin sending shivers down your spine. You nodded but his grip on your hair only tightened, causing tears to well up in your eyes.

“Aww, poor baby. Can’t even speak and now she’s crying” he said with a mocking voice, wiping your tears. His hands moved to your breasts, feeling them before abruptly ripping your shirt open, the buttons flying everywhere as you flinched. He then took your bra off before moving to your skirt and panties, removing them both at the same time, leaving you completely naked. You were dripping by now, so turned on by Steve’s dominant behaviour that was unfamiliar to you, and wanting even more.

“Lie down” he instructed as you came to lie down on your back, looking at him with big eyes. He came to lie next to you, breathing into your ear while his hand moved from your breast to your core, right where you needed him. You bucked your hips slightly out of desperation, making him chuckle as he traced over your inner thighs.

“P-please” you pleaded. “Please what?” “Please touch me. Need your fingers inside of me” you begged desperately while clenching around nothing. He moved his fingers to your clit and rubbed slow circles on it as your eyes fluttered shut. He then moved to your entrance, before pushing 3 fingers in at once, causing you to grip the sheets at the sudden feeling. He didn’t waste any time and began pumping his fingers in and out of you almost immediately. You felt your orgasm nearing when he curled his fingers up, hitting that spot inside of you that was enough to send you over the edge. You came with a loud moan, gripping his arm to signal for him to slow his movements down, but he didn’t. He continued to pump his fingers inside of you at a steady speed, the overstimulation almost becoming too much.

“Steve, I- I can’t handle it anymore”

“Yes, you can. And you will” he grunted before you felt another orgasm wash over you, making you throw your head back into the pillow and clutch the sheets with all your might. “Good girl”

He swiftly turned you around so that you were on your hands and knees before his hand reeled back to strike against your behind, hitting your ass as you moaned out loudly.

“You want me to fuck you?” he asked while teasing your folds with his cock.

“Y-yes” you admitted with a soft voice, so desperate to feel him deep inside of you.

“Then beg for it” he held onto your hair and drew your head in close.

“Please, fuck me! I will be good, I promise!” you begged, unable to wait any longer.

“See? It doesn’t have to be difficult” he pushed into you in one quick thrust, causing you to fall forward as he pushed your head into the mattress. God, it felt so good. It always did. The way his dick stretched you out, completely disappearing into your tight little hole. He slammed into you while maintaining a steady pace and gripping your hips. He noticed your moans were muffled by the pillow so he gripped your hair again to bring your head closer to his, forcing you to look into his brown eyes, the only distinguishable feature of his face with the mask on.

“Don’t hold back. I want everyone to hear how good I’m making you feel right now” he instructed as you moaned in response, your head resting on his shoulder. His hand moved to your core, rubbing fast circles on your sensitive clit. You could feel yourself nearing your release and it almost became too much for you. His cock deep within you hitting all the right spots, his finger skilfully massaging your clit, the muffled sounds of the music playing downstairs, the Ghostface mask— you couldn’t recall ever being more turned on than you are right now. He moved his free hand to your throat, choking you as it added even more to the already intense pleasure you were experiencing.

“Cum” Steve instructed, his finger speeding up as you felt your third orgasm of the night approaching, causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head and see stars. You moaned his name out while gripping his arm, trying to catch your breath. “Good. Fucking. Girl”

You collapsed in front of him before he increased his pace again, chasing his own orgasm as you gasped in overstimulation. He came not too long after you, feeling the familiar pool of warmth inside you, his cum painting your walls as he threw his head back and groaned your name.

He rode out his high, pulled out and lay down next to you before he took off the mask and grabbed your face, kissing you all over it.

“Are you okay, baby?” he asked sweetly, as you nodded. His entire demeanour shifted into the Steve you knew the moment he took his mask off.

“Promise me one thing” you said, turning your head to face him.

“What is it?” he asked with a puzzled expression on his face.

“Don’t ever get rid of that mask”

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Inked (Eddie x Reader x Punk!Steve) [18+]

Summary: tattoos hurt. thankfully your artist is chill about the way you distract yourself from the pain.

Warnings: 18+ minors dni, oral (fem receiving), vouyerism, exhibitionism, male masturbation, explicit descriptions of sex and pain

Read Time: 7 mins

This is possibly the most painful thing you've ever felt. It stings, it burns, and the tip of the gun feels like it's digging under your skin and against the bone beneath. Eddie hisses.

"You're holding me too tight, baby."

You look over to where your hand is gripped around his wrist, fingers white as they curl into his flesh. You release your hold and there are little moon-shaped grooves etched in his skin, blooming red and threatening to bleed.

Steve stops tattooing.

You're laying on the bench in his home studio, having offered yourself as a guinea pig to help him practice working on people for his apprenticeship. He's doing a sternum piece for you, sprawled out over your naked chest while Eddie sits on your other side, one hand massaging your breast while the other gets itself impaled by your clawing grip. It hurts way more than you expected it to. You're lightheaded and nauseous, and your whole body is clammy and feverish. You feel like you might faint.

Steve nervously bites his lip, his gloved thumb stroking over some of the excess ink.

"... It looks really good already," he attempts to console you. "Do you need to take a break?"

You close your eyes and take a few deep breaths. Eddie's hand that cups your breast gives it a gentle squeeze, rolling your nipple between two of his fingers. You moan softly, and all at once you're inspired.

You turn to Steve, asking the question before you can psych yourself out.

"Do you mind if Eddie fucks me?"

The men blink at each other, bewildered. Neither of them says anything for a moment.

"Please," you beg. "It hurts so fucking much and I'm already topless. I think it'll help. I don't want to faint."

Steve stares at Eddie, who stares back at Steve. After a tense pause, Steve shrugs.

"Listen, man, if she's cool with it, I'm cool with it. Just don't move her too much."

Eddie looks down at you, his hand moving to stroke through your hair.

"Is that really what you want, sweetheart?"

He sounds concerned, but the brightness in his eyes and the growing stiffness in his jeans give him away. He's eager. Excited. He gets to bring his favorite pornos to life, and all because it was your idea. This is like Christmas.

You nod, giggling softly.

"Yes, Eddie, just do it. Before I change my mind."

He wastes no time, springing up from his chair and positioning himself at the end of the bench, his hands finding the waistband of your leggings and rolling them down. Steve watches, letting out a soft breath when Eddie exposes your hips, your thighs, the luscious patch of pubic hair between your legs. You grin up at him, gently tapping a finger against his chin.

"Stevie," you remind him. "My tattoo."

He gives you a suave, easy smile as he meets your eyes, a feature left over from his time as a high school womanizer. His cheeks are pink, his pupils consuming his pretty brown irises.

"Right," he chuckles. "Sorry."

He starts up the gun again, and Eddie's tongue finds your clit, pressing flat against you as Steve resumes his work on your chest, the needle stabbing its way back into your skin. The pain is eclipsed by the swirling of Eddie's tongue, the pucker of his lips as he dives in and starts sucking. You moan, focusing on the tingling between your thighs.

"That better?" Steve asks, smirking.

You nod.

"Way better."

Eddie grips your thighs, slinging your legs over his shoulders as he laps and sucks at you, the lewd, wet noises echoing off the walls. You can feel your wetness dripping down your buttocks as he works you towards orgasm. He gazes up at you through his lashes, his cock twitching when he doesn't meet your eyes or your breasts but instead sees Steve leaned over you, glancing his way. Eddie grins.

"How much longer, Harrington?" he wonders.

His lips and chin are glossy. Steve swallows heavily.

"About halfway," he answers.

Eddie nods. He stands, making quick work of his button and zipper and freeing his cock, running his shaft teasingly up the length of your pussy. Steve pauses to watch, his mouth slack at the way you coat Eddie's shaft, how easily it glides against you. Eddie grins as he taps the head of his cock against your clit.

"Her pussy's divine, man," he boasts. "Maybe instead of a tip she'll let you have a taste."

He winks at Steve, his hands moving to your hips as he eases inside of you, letting out a quiet moan. His features contort with the pleasure, succumbing to the heat of your slick walls. He starts to thrust, slow and deep, taking care not to shift you at all so Steve has a stable canvas; his palm presses to your stomach for support.

Steve stares, his cock pressing painfully against the leg of his jeans. After a moment he snaps himself out of it and goes back to work, painfully aware of how close he is to your breasts.

You whimper as Eddie fucks you, gripping the sides of the bench to keep yourself still. Eddie's cock pressing deep inside you, Steve's hot breath fanning over your nipple, the depravity of letting him see you naked and vulnerable has you panting, whining, crying for more. The pain of your sternum tattoo is easily forgotten.

Eddie fucks you for half an hour. Steve fills out the lines of your tattoo, then goes back over them again where they're not dark enough, pausing every so often to watch Eddie plow into you. At one point, you reach your hand between Steve's thighs and palm at him, feeling a rush as he bites his lip to keep from moaning. He whispers that you can take him out if you want. You do, and you haphazardly stroke his cock as he finishes the piece, surprisingly concentrated despite rolling his hips into your palm.

When the tattoo is finished, Steve steps away and lets you and Eddie finish as well. He leans against the counter as Eddie bends over you, his mouth latched to your neck as he rails you with unrelenting force until you cum around him, clenching him tightly and moaning as pleasure shakes your body; he follows close behind. You turn your head and watch as Steve touches himself, pulling on his cock until he reaches his own orgasm, spilling creamy ropes all over his stomach, thighs, and the floor. The skin between your legs is soaked.

Eddie helps Steve clean up while you come to your senses, laying on the bench in a dreamy, fucked out haze as Steve dresses your new tattoo and Eddie wipes the residue of sex off of you, himself, and the furniture. When you finally sit up, you look at Steve and laugh breathlessly, thanking him for a good time.

"How much do I owe you?" you ask.

He shakes his head.

"On the house," he says. He grins. "The private show was payment enough."

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