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rippersz · 2 months

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𝙰𝚕𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚊 𝙳𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚞 + 𝙻𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚊 𝚆𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝙰𝚜 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜 (𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜 #2) (Slightly NSFW):

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OH THE PASSION. THE LUST. THE LOVE. Here’s how you met these two beautiful creatures :3 :

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ʚ♡ɞ Larissa has gone through a lot of dry spells in life. She spent a long stretch of adult life alone when first returning to Nevermore and becoming Principal. She was constantly busy and never had time for anyone else in her bed, much less herself. So anything regarding sex was put on the back burner. It became hard when she thought about it, but after soaking herself in heaps of work, it wasn’t so bad returning to a cold bed.

ʚ♡ɞ Then… you. And Alcina, of course. But first you. You, who started at Nevermore as a faculty member. You were a hit with everyone - especially the Principal. She thought you were funny and intriguing, and often found herself gravitating toward you at important events and staff meetings. Her eyes would always seek you out, and her heart began to pound whenever she thought about you walking into the room. It was hard to come to terms with this ‘crush’ - she hasn’t had a very good track record when it comes to romantic relationships, one night stands, or interests. You, however, melted around Larissa. You became best friends in no time. The dynamic duo of Nevermore. Wherever she was, you were usually close behind if you weren’t busy with classes or lesson planning.

ʚ♡ɞ And soon enough! You kissed. One warm night in her office, with you leaning against the couch, your bare feet in her lap. There was a glass of wine beside her kicked off heels and a glass of easy champagne in your hand. You were never a heavy drinker - and you always wanted to keep your wits around Larissa. But she was so… spectacular. She made you laugh until you cried, snarking about this person or another, and her hand was so warm on your calf. Those polished fingernails of hers drew random shapes along your skin, and you couldn’t help but fall into a state of utter happiness. Pure joy. You were so content you could’ve fallen asleep. But then the night was ending and she was shifting to get up and you leaned forward to sit up and your faces were suddenly so close and neither of you could pass up the moment. Not at all. Two seconds later, you were sharing a slow hesitant kiss. It was a soft press, and then a breath, and then another soft press. It was easy to fall into it, but she slipped a hand onto your shoulder and gently pulled away. A small talk ensued about your jobs - and you said you were already looking for a place in Jericho. Working at Nevermore was lovely, but you needed a bit more independence. She said to let her know when you were ready to go and kissed your cheek chastely before letting you go, blushing madly as you went.

ʚ♡ɞ So you began dating. It was beautiful. Slow and steady and not at all boring. Larissa herself was so fascinating that even a night in together, with no other plans, was a good enough date for you. There were picnics, restaurants, nights at her office, walks around Jericho in the light rain, even a vacation to Paris once over the summer.

ʚ♡ɞ It was amazing! Perfection.

ʚ♡ɞ Until you walked into a bar one evening, took a seat at a booth, and heard a deep rich voice break the comfortable conversation. It was angry and loud. Distinctly feminine but also a bit scary. You instantly made eye contact with Larissa, who looked rather (appropriately) startled.

ʚ♡ɞ “I don’t understand how you ever passed Kindergarten! Did you lose your ability to read in the huge clown pockets of your ridiculous suit pants? It clearly says ‘served chilled.’” And hard hitting heels spiked against the wooden floor. “No wonder this hole has such a poor rating! You can’t understand a wine label! Thank god I’m opening a business here. You’ll be out within the month. I suggest you start packing. Goodbye!”

ʚ♡ɞ And from around the corner came a woman even taller than Larissa. You saw her first and your eyes flew so wide, your lover had to turn right around in her spot and go “What’s wrong??” before the words died instantly on her lips.

ʚ♡ɞ There was a raven-haired beauty, sleek and curvy, that came stalking around from the back office. Her lips? Deep red. Her eyes? Hidden behind sunglasses. She didn’t seem to care if it was nighttime. Her attitude radiated arrogance and strength. She was obviously pissed, and obviously pre-occupied, but something stopped her. You and Larissa, probably. But you didn’t understand how she saw you - she was looking away! Apparently that didn’t matter, as a second later she stopped - and her head whipped around to face you two.

ʚ♡ɞ Instantly, you sank back into the booth. Larissa looked at you with wide eyes. You looked at her with wide eyes. It would have been comical if you weren’t so nervous. She definitely saw you. And she looked expensive. Opening a business? Out within the month? Who the fuck is she?

“Excuse me.”

And like one person, you and Larissa turned to look up. She was, somehow, taller than your lover. Larissa stood at a beautiful 6’3”, but the stranger stood at… 6’9” probably. She looked nearly inhuman. Pale, striking, and her nails were so… sharp.

“I couldn’t help but notice you’re the only ones occupying this… establishment,” she spoke so properly, drawing out some of her vowels with a drawl. You swallowed. Larissa stared. “I must be honest, ladies. It’s really not worth your time. Why don’t I show you a better spot? I have a feeling you’ll enjoy it.”

You shared a confused, worried glance with your lover. The woman’s smile was sharp.

“I um- Larissa? Thoughts?”

Your lover blinked and quickly gave you a polite smile.

“I think it would be rude if we passed it up… what do you think, love?”

“Uh-”

“How about this,” the woman interrupted and placed her palms on the table, and her sunglasses slid down the bridge of her nose. Suddenly, you were both pierced straight through by sharp golden eyes. Definitely not human. You and Larissa shared a look. “To apologize for my… earlier outburst… I’ll treat you both to a brilliant dinner. I insist.”

ʚ♡ɞ And so you went out together. She said she’d send you back to pick up your car later and then you all packed into the back of a limo. Clearly, she had money. You clasped Larissa’s hand. And then the woman went soft with charm. She took off her glasses, shook your hands, and introduced herself as Alcina Dimitrescu. Instantly, you knew the name. Dimitrescu Winery. The vineyard. And this was the Queen Bee herself.

ʚ♡ɞ It was riveting eating with Alcina. She got the best service, the best food, and the rich restaurant you went to some miles outside of Jericho seemed to welcome her with open arms. You talked about your job, Alcina mentioned her new business opening in Jericho, and Larissa kept herself quiet about her job. She was always weary. Thank goodness that changed as soon as Alcina gave her a once over and engaged her in the most intriguing conversation. She wanted her to be comfortable. Larissa squeezed your hand under the table when Alcina asked about her job, and you squeezed it back. When Larissa finally spoke about Nevermore, Alcina lit up.

“It seems like a marvelous place. I know I would have loved going there when I was young.”

ʚ♡ɞ You talked politics, dinner, jobs, men, and women. Alcina could obviously tell you were involved - and you were so used to people mentioning it somehow that it was weird how she didn’t comment on it. Until she mentioned an ex-wife, and you squeezed Larissa so hard she had to stop herself from bursting out laughing.

ʚ♡ɞ Alcina made you both blush. She was so engaging, so haughty, and clearly flawed. But you and Larissa looked at her with sparkling eyes. It was a marvelous evening. You exchanged numbers.

ʚ♡ɞ And then there was another meet up. And another. And soon enough, you were three best friends. Three best friends with a shit ton of tension. By the time you and Larissa spoke about your mutual interest, you knew a lot about Alcina. You trusted her with everything. On one of her less busy days, she brought Larissa lunch because she forgot hers. And one evening when you were working late, she showed up with a cup of hot chocolate and coaxed you into going home. She was very sweet on you both.

ʚ♡ɞ Eventually, you had the talk. It was in Larissa’s quarters. Alcina had invited you over to her very luxurious apartment many times, but on that evening, you were lounging in Larissa’s living room. Heels all kicked off, Alcina’s wine on the table, and you came up with the half tipsy idea to play spin the bottle. It was silly, made them laugh, but you put the emptied bottle on its side and spun and soon enough you were kissing Larissa. It was a gentle, slow kiss. Then she spun and oh… oh. Of course. You’d both have to kiss Alcina at some point. And something in her eyes glinted with sadistic pleasure. Larissa was a little nervous, but she threw caution to the wind and kissed Alcina soundly on the lips. You were buzzing with anticipation and nervousness—which quickly slipped into desire when Alcina let out a filthy groan and kissed Larissa back. She was quickly overpowering, shuffling closer, but your lover pulled back with a raspy gasp - And Alcina leaned over the table, took the bottle, and pointed it toward you. No spin necessary apparently as she moved across like a lioness, grasped your chin in one hand, and pulled you into a deep kiss. Again, she groaned. Larissa was blushing all the way to her toes. You were nearly fitful with pleasure. And when she sat back, satisfied with her smudged lipstick, looking bizarrely outrageously handsome, you and Larissa shared a look. But Alcina spoke first.

“Forgive my… overzealous nature. I’m sure it’s no surprise. I have just been… eager.”

“For how long?” You asked her.

The smile she gave you was sheepish.

“Since the first time we shared dinner together…”

ʚ♡ɞ And of course that led to your amazing power throuple.

ʚ♡ɞ It’s the best relationship you’ve ever been in. They’re mature women, but also incredibly childish at times. Alcina especially. Larissa has a better handle of her emotions and yours. She just knows how to be a good partner - probably because she’s spent a lot of time alone, wondering about all the ways she’d treat her lover.

Alcina, however… well she has her moments.

They’re usually in the bedroom.

ʚ♡ɞ Her nature is incredibly domineering and on one of your official dates together, she explained herself.

“I don’t think either of you will be surprised, but honesty is of course the best policy,” she cleared her throat. “So I should probably tell you both that I’m a dragon.”

Her bluntness had you laughing, but she was not joking around. Larissa could only gape.

“A dragon? That’s your gene pool?”

“Indeed, draga.”

ʚ♡ɞ So it did actually explain a lot. Her possessiveness, her strength—she doesn’t know how to be any way else. And her lust for blood, too… it’s something you try not to talk about in depth. She tells you her practices are safe and consensual, and she’s not interested in fucking anyone who isn’t you or Larissa. The crassness has Larissa blushing, but it’s endearing. And you both trust her.

HOWEVER.

The Bedroom is a different story.

ʚ♡ɞ There, the differences in your personalities stand out a lot.

ʚ♡ɞ There, you are the small quivering submissive doll that Alcina loves to play with and the sweet little darling that Larissa loves to tease. It’s rather unfair, but when you get both of their hands on you, you can’t complain.

ʚ♡ɞ BDSM is a big part of your relationship, as I’ve mentioned in the past. It’s something that means a lot to all three of you, and the intricacies are something you learn with passion; so titles (for example) is a thing you indulge in often.

ʚ♡ɞ Alcina is Mommy. It’s just how it is. And Larissa is Miss. Or Mommy. Or Mistress. It really depends on how far gone you are. If you’re deep in sub-space and shy, she’s Mommy. If you’re feeling a bit brat-ish and frustrated, it’s Mistress. Alcina’s title also changes sometimes, but it’s usually Mommy. Something about it gives her a power trip - which she lives on of course. And it’s… whew. It’s WHEW.

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I’ll probably do an NSFW Alphabet for both characters. What do you all think? Let me know ;)) Thank you for the support! - Rip x

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smurphyse · 7 months

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No Blood Here | Steddie x Reader

Smurph's Masterlist | Series Masterlist

Chapter 1: Stuck in the Middle

Warnings: Unprotected sex, cunnilingus, rough sex, spitting, begging, creampie.

Summary: After a bad relationship, you make the self-destructive decision to sleep with your stepbrother, Eddie Munson

You sighed as you inspected your earrings in the mirror. They just weren't doing it for you. You were heading to a party on campus at the local Hawkins University. You were a full time student with a part time job, so you didn't get to go out and have fun very much. It was time you did.

After a terrible breakup last year, you were ready to get back out there again. You'd put on a tight skirt and sweater, ready to drink with your friends and let loose for once. You had even put on heels, makeup and did your hair, but these damned earrings just weren't right.

"Where's your mom?" Eddie's voice came from behind, and you looked away from your ears to watch him in the mirror. He shook a pile of clothing at you, "She said she'd sew these for me."

Ah, Eddie Munson. You'd had a dreadful crush on him in high school, even though he was "Scary Eddie" with his black clothing and painted nails. He was never interested in you, and now you supposed that was fine since he was technically your step brother.

Six months ago your mom married Wayne Munson in a whirlwind romance while you were taking a semester abroad. You didn't even know about it until you got a picture in the mail while you were in Paris of them at the courthouse, Eddie lurking in the background in a ridiculous all-black getup and eyeliner even for their special day.

You got home a month ago, and since then you've been dealing with Eddie in your house all the time. He didn't like you, and he didn't like the house, opting instead to sleep in the basement which he affectionately called, ‘The Cave’. He bitched all the time about how lucky you had it that you grew up in a three bedroom house in town instead of the trailer park. He was right, but he didn't need to yell at you about it. It wasn’t your fault, after all.

He looked too pretty like that in a Metallica shirt and patched jeans. Your mom had taken great pride in fixing Eddie's clothes, making sure they matched his style. His hair hung over his shoulders, and he raised his brows at you when you didn't answer, impatient as ever.

"She and Wayne went out to dinner," you told him, taking off the earrings. You dropped them into your jewelry box and dug around for a different pair.

Eddie groaned, cursing to himself, "Do you know how to sew? I need these tonight."

You turned and headed over to him, holding out your hand for it. Eddie dropped it into your palm, leaning against the door frame and squinting down at you.

"How do you always tear your clothes?" you scoffed, moving over to one of your drawers. You weren't as good a seamstress as your mother, but you could patch the holes in his jeans.

You had no idea what Eddie got up to outside of the house. During the day he worked with Wayne at a mechanic shop in town since the plant closed down a few years ago. He’d decided not to go to college after barely finishing high school. After work, he usually came home long enough for dinner with you, your mom, and Wayne, but hauled ass out of the house soon after. He’d come home smelling like weed and cheap beer… and even cheaper perfume.

You bent over to search for your sewing kit, and a wolf whistle erupted behind you.

"What are you wearing, sweetheart?" Eddie asked slyly. He only seemed to call you that when he wanted to be an asshole. "Or should I say, not wearing?"

You stood up sharply, your face rushing with heat. There was no way your skirt was short enough for him to see your tiny underwear, was there?

Turning slowly, you faced him with a sheepish glare. "Do you want me to fix your pants or not?"

"Where are you goin’, anyway?" he asked, ignoring your question. "You got a hot date?"

"I'm going to a party on campus," you told him sharply. You snatched your sewing kit, careful not to bend down too much, and went back over to your vanity to fix his jeans.

Sitting down in front of the mirror, you went to work. Eddie sidled up behind you, smirking at you in the reflection. He put both hands on the table, caging you in from behind. His breath landed hotly on your cheek, "You trying to get laid tonight?"

“Ugh, Eddie!” you snapped, swatting at him over your shoulder. He dodged it easily, and made no move to pull away. If anything, he got closer, his chest brushing your shoulder blades.

“What’s a good girl like you going out dressed like that if you aren’t trying to score?” he asked. His dark eyes glittered in the mirror, way more playful than the mood you were in. “What would your mother say, sweetheart?”

“Will you leave me alone?” you seethed, nearly baring your teeth at him. You were embarrassed enough that he was right. It had been way too long since you’d had an orgasm by someone other than yourself, but it was none of his business.

You sewed up the gash in his pants the best you could, desperately trying to ignore him looming behind you. When they were finished you snipped off the excess thread and held them up for him.

"There, now go away."

Eddie took them out of your hands, eyeing the stitches. Slowly, he set them back on the vanity, caging you in once more with his palms on your makeup table.

"What do those guys have to offer you anyways?" he asked quietly, but it had an edge to it.

You cleared your throat and shrugged, "Fifteen minutes of forgetting about school and work and everything else."

"Can those guys even make you cum?"

The question startled you so much you sat up ramrod straight, your back pressing into Eddie's chest. You flinched away nervously and avoided his gaze, sputtering, "That's, th- that is none of your business!"

"So that's a no," Eddie chuckled. His hands pulled away to grip the back of your chair, and suddenly you're pulled away from the table. He rounded you before you knew it, getting on his knees on the plush rug beneath you. His dark eyes shone with amusement as he gazed up at you. "Those dumb frat boys can't satisfy you, sweetheart."

"Eddie, what are y-," you began, but he set his warm palms on your knees, thumbs rubbing circles on the tops of your legs.

"I've been thinking about these strong cheerleader thighs since high school," he mutters, eyes trailing up your bare legs to your tiny skirt. "I wonder what makes them tremble…”

His wide palm slid up the inside of one of your legs, and your eyes followed until he reached the lining of your skirt. Your brain seemed to kick into gear, thighs clamping shut around his hand, “Eddie! What the hell are you doing?”

His eyes went wide, catching yours, but that smile didn’t fade. He sat up on his knees, nuzzling his nose close to yours. It’s nearly impossible to swallow the lump in your throat as he whispered in a gravelly voice, “Now, why would you go all the way to Hawkins U to get your rocks off when I’m right here?”

“W-what?” you stuttered, watching him nervously, but your heart was falling back into a bad habit. Eddie Munson was beautiful, and all four years of high school you’d fantasized about kissing those full lips. Here they were a few inches away, but reality couldn’t help but rear her ugly head. “We’re… practically related, Eddie…” “Technically, we’re step cousins,” Eddie shrugged. The muscles of your inner thighs quivered around his still-trapped hand. The other one smoothed its way up your leg, palming your hip. “No blood here, sweetheart. We’re not doing anything wrong.”

He leaned forward, bumping his nose with yours and nearly making you jump out of your skin, “You need someone to make you feel good. All those college dumbasses? They can’t satisfy a woman like you, but I can.”

“You can?” you asked, barely above a whisper. Your legs fell open, freeing his hand. His soft slow voice was mesmerizing, and those big brown eyes didn’t help.

“I sure can. I’ve wanted to be between these thighs for years,” he murmured back. His rough fingertips dragged upwards, and you sucked in a shaky breath as his thumb pressed against your clothed slit, “And would you look at that? You’re already wet for me like the good girl you are.”

"I, uhm," you began but Eddie's hand pulled painfully away from your long neglected sex to palm your jaw.

"Yes or no," he said firmly, and to your embarrassment you could feel the slick pooling between your legs. His thumb rubbed your cheek, "You won't hurt my feelings if you say no, but I want an answer."

Your mind raced with conflicting thoughts. On one hand, your mom was married to his uncle, and no amount of bargaining would change the fact that he was technically your family. You had to see him every day… and could you really look your mother or Wayne in the eyes knowing you'd done this taboo thing under their roof?

On the other hand… his hand was warm, the scent of cigarettes and cinnamon cologne washing over you. It had been so long, and you needed to let your mind go blank for a little while. Eddie was strong from working at the garage, calloused fingers that were firm and sure from playing guitar all these years.

Oh, fuck it.

"Yes," you incredulously found yourself saying.

Eddie's warm eyes turned devilishly dark, and in an instant he was looping his fingers under your knees and pulling you to the edge of the seat. He spread your legs wide and planted himself between them on his knees.

They stayed on yours as his fingers danced up your thighs, disappearing under your short skirt. Hooking your underwear, Eddie pulled them agonizingly slow down your legs, taking care to lift each heel-clad foot before stuffing them in his pocket.

"Hey," you said, squinting down at him. "Those are mine."

Eddie patted his pocket and grinned wolfishly, "A souvenir."

Before you could yell at him, Eddie pushed up your skirt around your waist. You could visibly see his pupils dilate, licking his lips as he laid eyes on your cunt. To say you felt exposed was an understatement, and you gripped the arm rests for dear life.

"Good lord, look at you," he whispered in awe. You were pulled all the way to the end of the seat, on display for him all alone in your room. The door was open, and anyone could walk in at any moment.

Eddie pressed his lips to the inside of your knee, sending a shiver up your spine. You watched through hooded lids as he trailed upward, warm kisses lined with spit smearing along your skin. Each one twisted something deep in your gut, a mix of lust and shame.

"You sure you want this?" he asked slowly, sitting on his knees before you. He was so close, and you needed this. You hadn't had someone touch you so gently in so long… and Eddie was beautiful and deliciously dark.

"Eddie, please," you gritted out between clenched teeth. The heat in your cheeks burned down your neck and shoulders, focus tunneling in on just what it would feel like to have Eddie Munson eat you out.

It seemed to be all he needed, and in a flash your knees were hooked over his shoulders as Eddie dove face first into your pussy. The flat of his tongue delved between your lips, licking a thick stripe through your folds.

Your head rocked back on the chair back, a shuddering gasp escaping your chest. Eddie groaned as he did it again and again, tongue plunging into your hole. Your thighs clamped around his head in pleasure. He was sloppy, uncaring about the mess he was surely making. He moaned with each new part of you he reached, pulling back just enough to lick up and flick your clit with the tip of his tongue.

"Oh, God…" you gasped, fingers peeling from the armrests to tangle into Eddie's hair. Soft curls twisted around them, and when you tugged to keep him close his moan vibrated through your cunt.

His lips enclosed around the sensitive bud, sucking just for a sweet moment before laving around it. It had been so long, and before you knew it a long overdue orgasm rushed through you.

"Fuck, Eddie!" you cried out, thighs clamping around his head. Your empty pussy clenched around nothing, a steady rush of slick pooling onto the seat below.

He slowed as it waned, embarrassingly gone as quickly as it had come. Your legs twitched with overstimulation as he gathered every last drop, licking his lips as he pulled back.

“Mhmm, sweetheart,” he growled out, looking up at you through hazy eyes. His chin and lips were soaked with your slick, lips pink and swelling. He cocked his head and chuckled breathlessly, “You have no idea how good you taste.”

Impatient, and desperate for anything he was willing to give you, you dug your heel into his shoulder blade, “Then why are you still talking?”

Eddie squinted up at you, and chaotic as ever, lurched up to pick you up. He threw you over his shoulder with ease, ignoring your startled yelp. He moved over to the door enough to swing it closed, then threw you roughly on the bed. Your heart burst in your chest as you laid exposed before him.

There was something dangerous in his eyes that excited you in a sinful way. It wasn’t frightening, but you knew in an instant you were getting more than you’d bargained for. His hands went straight for his belt as he knelt slowly on the bed, dark syrupy eyes fixated on you heaving beneath him.

“You’ve got a bit of a mouth, there. Don’t you?” he asked gruffly as he got it loose, letting the buckle hang open. You swallowed thickly and tried to sit up and give a bratty reply back, but Eddie simply gripped the hem of your sweater and pulled it roughly over your head.

He pressed a palm to your chest and shoved you back down on your pink blanket. A small oof rushed from your lips, captured instantly by Eddie’s. His hands gripped your cheeks as he kissed you roughly, catching you entirely by surprise.

His body covered yours, pressing you into the mattress as you kissed Eddie Munson for the first time. You could feel his length pushing against your core, and he ground himself into you. As fierce and desperate as it was, his lips were soft, leading. It was all consuming, the way he pushed and pulled you in any direction he wanted.

You'd never been kissed like this. It wasn't demanding with no room for you to enjoy like it had been with Billy. Eddie was coaxing, making space for your moans to echo back against his. He swallowed each gasp and breath, one hand smoothing down your body.

"Wanted to get a handful of this for years," he groaned against your lips. Eddie's wide hand slid down to reach under your skirt, gripping your ass tightly in his palm.

"You have?" you asked as he moved on to your neck. His teeth grazed the tender skin, nipping lightly before swiping his tongue over to soothe. You let your eyes roll back at the sensation, reveling in the feeling of his wandering hand moving back between your spread thighs.

“Prettiest girl in school,” he whispered against you, biting just a bit harder this time. Your eyes flew shut as his fingers brushed your pussylips, easing them gently apart. His hot breath fanned across your ear, your body flushing with shameful excitement. “Putty in my hands.”

Two fingertips pressed inside, making your jaw drop. Calloused and thick, Eddie took his time opening you up, kissing you in between each slow pump. He pushed in to the knuckle, his rings cool against your labia as he curled his fingers inside.

“You’re so wet, sweetheart,” he murmured, brushing his nose against yours sweetly even though he was saying such dirty things to you. “You get like this for everyone or am I special?”

You swallowed thickly and shook your head, “I haven’t, it’s been a… it’s been a long time.”

“How long?” he asked coyly, a small smirk playing on his lips.

You rolled your eyes as you struggled to reply. The incessant curling and pumping of his fingers was making your brain go hazy. “Uhm, almost a year.”

“That long?” he cooed, pressing his lips to yours once more. Your fingers tangled into his hair, a shuddering moan falling from your mouth. Eddie pressed the flats of his fingertips into that spongy spot inside you that made the whole world fall away. “You sure you want your first lay in a year to be your dear sweet brother?”

“Ugh,” you scowled, but he just kissed you again with a small laugh. “Eddie, you’re disgusting.”

“Then why are you so sloppy wet, huh?” he asked, smirking against you. “I think you’re one of those girls who likes being talked to like this. The dirtier the better.”

“Oh shut up,” you snarled back. Your hands went for his pants, wanting to even the playing field. Here you were in your bra and pushed up skirt and this bastard was still clothed.

You slid the button free on his jeans, struggling with the zipper for a moment before you got it impatiently down. Eddie pulled himself from your neck with a soft pop, watching you as you pushed his pants down enough to get to his boxers.

His belly shuddered as your fingertips grazed the waistband, his eyes glazed over. You kept eye contact with him as you freed his cock, tired of only feeling it pressed against your leg. Through the tangle of your limbs, you slid your hand around his length.

You had to tear your eyes from his to look at it for the first time, curiosity getting the better of you. Your jaw fell open at the sight. Long and thick, and curved slightly to one side, Eddie Munson had a gorgeous dick. It made your mouth water as the thought of how it must taste filtered through your lust-clouded mind.

“Need you, Eds,” you murmured sweetly, brushing your lips against his. Eddie let out a shuddering moan as you pumped him slowly, your hand so much smaller than him and his girth. His eyes fluttered shut for a moment, and you took the opportunity to throw him off his game this time.

“I’m so empty,” you whispered, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. Eddie chased it, but you moved on, kissing the corner of his mouth. His fingers slid from your stretched hole, smoothing up your body until he could cup your cheek. “You gonna fill me up?"

He seemed entranced, hips bucking forward with each slip of your palm over him. You couldn't seem to help yourself as you reached your free hand to grip his jaw, "Yes or no, Eddie, or I'll go find one of those college guys to do it instead."

That seemed to do the trick, and in a lightning fast move Eddie had both your hands in one of his, pinning them to the frilly pillow above your head. His other hand slid between you, gripping his dick at the base.

"I'm gonna fuck you so good you'll never want anyone else again," he growled huskily, dangerously.

"Prove it," you dared.

Eddie let out a pained sigh, squinting down at you in a mixture of irritation and amusement. You stared right as he pressed the blunt head of his cock against your pussy, your legs spread wide around him. You both groaned in anticipation as he pushed inside, just enough to stretch and your lips to part in a light gasp.

Eddie was the first to look away, head turning down to watch his length disappear inside you. Each roll of his hips made you suck in a breath, a burning stretch that you hadn't felt in much too long igniting a fire in your belly.

"Fill you up," he scoffed as he blissfully sheathed himself inside you. He held you wide open on his thick cock, letting out a small groan as he ground himself deep. "I can't believe the mouth on you, sweetheart…"

“Eddie…” you groaned impatiently, full of desperation and desire. He was still mostly clothed, and with you in your bra and skirt it somehow made all of this hotter and dirtier. His wide palm held you down by the wrists with one hand, the other moving to hold himself up on his elbow.

Your chest was light and airy, and you watched him through hooded lids. You nearly went cross eyed as he pulled out slowly, watching you begin to squirm before plunging right back in. A loud yelp sounded from your chest as his dick hit you deep, but Eddie just did it again. He started out slow, building speed with each pointed thrust.

He moaned with you each time, picking up his pace as he bounced his head off your cervix. It was perfectly rough, his fingers digging bruises into your wrists above your head. Eddie pounded into you, moving one hand from you to grip your hip, the other tangling into the hair at the nape of your neck. You rolled in time, echoing groans between you until he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours.

He moved on quickly to your throat, your tits jiggling each time green thrust into you. He pulled your hair tightly, sucking and nipping hickies into your skin. Your arms wrapped around him, sliding up his shirt to dig your nails into his back.

“Eddie…” you moaned pathetically, holding him tightly to you. “Please, fuck!”

“That’s what I wanna hear,” he growled into your ear, pummeling your pussy with his cock. “Beg your big brother to fuck you like the little slut I know you are.”

The sick squelching noises of your sopping cunt being screwed into oblivion filled the room, his hips slapping into the backs of your thighs. Eddie continued on without a care in the world, his voice dripping with carnal excitement, “I always knew there was a good whore in there deep down. You just needed the right guy to pull it out of you.”

Tears filled your eyes. It was so filthy, so wrong, but you loved it. Your pulsing cunt was filled by your step brother’s cock, thick and hard and holding you wide open in a way it never had been. That all too familiar tingling reverberated through your veins, igniting you like a flame.

“Wanna cum, Eds,” you babbled. Your nails dig deeper into his spine, forcing a sharp grunt from him. His cock twitched deep inside you, your slick dripping between your cheeks and onto your pretty pink sheets. “Please let me cum. Please!”

“Whose dick do you wanna cum on?” Eddie asked darkly, grazing his teeth along your earlobe. It made your eyes roll back. “C’mon, let me hear it.”

“Yours!” you yelled, but you knew it was the wrong answer. Eddie got sharply to his knees and gripped your jaw, forcing it open.

Eddie leaned down enough to spit on your tongue, making your hips jump as he slowed. You moaned, watching him with heavy lids, just wanting release as you swallowed it. He pressed his nose to yours, “You’re mine now, sweetheart. Tell me what I wanna hear or I’ll cum inside you and leave you wanting.”

His grip loosened a bit as he ground himself deep inside you, hips trembling with his own need for release. It was so dirty, but you wanted to explode, so you gave in.

“Want you, Eds,” you whispered, your chest heaving and blotched red with shame. “Want my big brother to make me cum…”

Eddie tapped your cheek with the flats of his fingers, smiling wide, “There’s that good whore I was looking for.”

Diving right back in, Eddie kissed you as though he’d never stopped. He licked every inch of you he could, nipping your lips and leaving you a wreck beneath him. His slippery cock glided through you like it was made to, fitting perfectly inside. Your fingers tangled into his hair, keeping him right where you wanted him as your legs tightened around his waist.

You rocked back down on him just as hard as he thrust into you, your whole body bouncing. You chased your release, the taste of his spit on your tongue and the feeling of him stretching you open taking completely over. The coil that had been building deep in your belly snapped, and your body shuddered as a wildfire ripped through you.

“Eddie!” you cried out as you came. You lost all control, your core trembling as pure ecstasy took over your mind.

Eddie’s thrusts turned sloppy as he felt you clamp down around him. His moans turned louder and sharper before he buried himself deep one last time and called out your name. Eddie bit your bottom lip as he spilled deep inside you, hot sticky cum flooding your used pussy. He rocked into you until he was spent, going limp on top of you.

“Fuck me,” he groaned into your neck as he pressed you into the bed. He laid sloppy kisses along your throat, his tongue swiping over the bruises staining your skin. “You’re amazing, sweetheart, just like I knew you’d be.”

Sweaty and shaky, Eddie pulled out of you, making you both sigh at the loss. He pulled your skirt back into place before grabbing your hand and pulling you up to sit. You said nothing as Eddie picked your sweater up off the floor and put it back over your head, gently this time, then stuffed himself back into his pants.

You scooted to the end of the bed as he brushed back his damp curls and looked around for anything he missed. You tried to catch your breath as a flood of shame and regret washed over you. What the hell did you just do?

“You good?” Eddie asked quietly, pulling you out of your mind as he sat next to you on the bed.

You nodded, desperately holding back tears. You couldn’t believe yourself. “I’m fine.”

“We didn’t do anything wrong,” he insisted softly, and you just nodded again.

“I know.”

“Hey, c’mon,” Eddie told you, pushing back some of your sex mussed hair over your shoulder. He pressed his lips to your cheek, and in that moment all you wanted was to ask him to stay, but that would be pathetic. More pathetic than sleeping with your step brother because nobody else wanted you and he just wanted the novelty of it.

“I’m fine, Eddie, really,” you told him, giving him a false smile. He didn’t seem convinced. “I’m just thinking about how late I’m gonna be to this party.”

Eddie flashed you a cocky grin, “Just going for the company now that you’ve gotten your rocks off?”

“Yeah,” you replied, smiling wider. “I could do with letting loose for a bit.”

Eddie nodded as he stood. He leaned down and kissed your forehead before turning on his heel and heading for the door. As he opened it, he looked back at you, “Be safe.”

“You too,” you said back, and then he was gone.

You waited until you heard the rumbling of his giant van start up, going to the window to watch it back up far too quickly out of the driveway and tear off down the street. When you were sure he was gone, you picked up your phone and dialed a number.

“Hey, Chrissy,” you said shakily as she picked up on the other end. “I’m gonna back out of the party. I’m not feeling very good.”

“You sure?” The frown in her voice was clear, but you were no longer in any mood to go outside the house and be seen by the townspeople of Hawkins. They’d surely take one look at you and know what you did.

“Yeah. I think I’m gonna sleep it off,” you told her. “Watch a movie and go to bed early.”

“Want me to join you?” Chrissy asked brightly. She was a good friend. “We can snuggle up and drink some boxed wine. I can bring some soup too.”

“Nah, don’t let me ruin your night.”

Chrissy fought back and forth a few times, trying to come over and take care of you, but you shut her down. As you set the phone back into the cradle, you started to cry. Tears flowed down your cheeks in pure shame and hatred for yourself as you undressed and put on an old tee and some butt-covering panties, ignoring Eddie’s cum as it slid down your leg.

You crawled into bed and sobbed yourself to sleep, disgusted with yourself. After everything you went through last year, why would you put yourself in another position for more heartbreak? Eddie didn’t even want to cuddle you, he just got up and left as soon as he could. He was just like every other guy. He got what he wanted and moved on.

You couldn’t believe that after all this time, you were still this stupid.

Notes: This has honestly been a super fun one to write... and super dirty and just expected to get dirtier...

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sadhappylady · 8 days

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Hello dear! Would you answer 🌈 and second one of your choosing 💜

Hi Lou, thanks for the ask 💕

🌈 Share something soft/fluffy from your WIP.

Had to look deep for the fluff 😂 but here's a little moment from the wip currently known as the throuple fic:

“Do you just want to sit here for a while?” Felice asked, and Wille nodded and put his head on Felice’s shoulder, visibly relaxing.

Feeling a need to make light of the situation, Simon casually let out, “Oh, and here I was wondering who would get that hot ass of yours into bed tonight. I wasn’t aware it would end up being me.”

“Oh shut up, Simon, you little gremlin,” Wille retorted immediately.

“Hey! I’m not small!” Simon sent back, before turning to Felice with a wink, “You can join, as well, although I heard it didn’t exactly work out for you two the last time.” And then he started giggling uncontrollably at his own joke, rolling over at the bed. After another second, Felice also joined in on his laughter, while Wille only gaped at them. “Hey, you two, stop laughing at me!” Which only made Simon and Felice laugh even more. And that’s where they were at when Johan poked his head in a few minutes later, quickly deciding the crisis was avoided.

🌧️Share something angsty from your WIP.

Ok, let's so some angst as well, so here's a little taste of angst from my other wip:

E ❤️ (19:23):

Are you coming over?

Simon looked at the message he had just received. He didn’t want to come over, was the thing. He really didn’t want to see Erik at all. He pondered writing something, but instead put it down, laid his head back on the pillow, and stared up at the ceiling. He was just going to lie here, lie here and resent every damn decision he ever made regarding Erik, from that very first night.

#fic snippet #my wips #throuple fic #borgholms fyr #ask game #writing asks #impossibleknots

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asirensrage · 1 year

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This Means War - 7/?

Story Summary: Kate wasn’t expecting to take New York by storm. She was just looking for some peace, but when disaster after disaster starts piling up, she begins to regret her choice. At least until one week, and two extraordinary men, change everything. A story about finding the important things: the truth, yourself and your people.

Chapter Summary: Billy learns a little more about his Cinderella

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patroclusdefencesquad · 4 months

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going fucking insane over them actually

#i'm reading throuple fics of them ngl but i had actually forgotten about this scene #doctor who

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mispatchedgreens · 5 months

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communal spaces! are the heart of any throuple! (2 versions bc im just an indecisive baby)

it's @zukki-week and day 1 was domestic

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imfinereallyy · 1 year

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“Who was your first kiss?”

“Depends what you mean.” Steve hits the joint Eddie passed to him. They are sitting on the roof of the trailer, stargazing. It is the first clear night of summer. Steve feels lighter than he has in months.

“I'm not really sure if there is another way to ask that, Harrington.” Eddie laughs around the tip of the joint. “It's a pretty simple question. Besides, I thought this was secret time. No need to get shy on me now.” Eddie spins to his side dramatically, tucking his hands beneath his face. He stares at Steve with joy in his eyes.

Steve takes the joint, pulls, and huff smoke into Eddie’s face. A soft laugh escapes him. “Well, I mean, do you mean like the first real kiss? Or, like, when did I start practicing?”

“Practicing?”

“Yea like, figure out how to, and what its like before the real deal? So it doesn't count.”

“I'm sorry—” Eddie scrunches his eyebrows “—I’m confused. Why wouldn't it count?”

“Cause it was with a guy.” Steve shrugs because he doesn't think it's a big deal. He doesn't understand why Eddie is hung up on it.

But then, Eddie's face does this thing for a second. Like he isn't sure whether to be angry or sad, but then it relaxes. Instead, a look of puzzlement takes over his face. “Steve, it counts. Like—even though you're not attracted to guys, that still counts as a first kiss. It’s like—kinda hurtful you think it doesn't.”

Steve tilts his head and goes over what he said in his mind. He can't recall saying anything ridiculous like he does when he is high. “Okay, now I'm confused.”

Eddie stares and says nothing.

“No! Not like confused as in I don't get why your upset, but more like confused who said I was straight?”

In shock Eddie manages, “What now?”

“Never said I was straight. I just meant that if we're talking about first kisses, usually people mean a girl. So the guy doesn't count. Especially because I didn't know I liked guys then. Think even if I was straight this right here—” Steve waves a hand between the two of them “—is pretty homoerotic so I think straight went out the window.”

Eddie swallows, looks down at Steve’s lips, and looks back into his eyes. “There is so much to unpack there. But first, thank you for telling me. Second, Steve. That is like not how it works. Just cause a kiss is practice doesn't mean you didn't kiss. Like just cause you're hitting balls at practice instead of the game, doesn't mean you're not hitting them.”

Something settles in Steve. “Huh, I guess I never thought of it that way.”

Eddie grabs Steve by the shoulders. “I'm glad you understand, but onto more pressing matters. Who was this boy you practiced with?”

“Oh, it was Tommy Hagan.”

Eddie drops his hands in shock. “Hagan?! C’mon Stevie, I thought you had better taste.”

Steve giggles at Eddie’s antics. He can't help but take in how pretty Eddie is when he gets all worked up. It is unfair in Steve’s eyes. How someone can be so wonderful even when they are losing their mind.

Steve can't resist the urge to finally flirt a little. “He wasn't my type Munson. Like I said, just practice. Wasn't really into it. Pretty sure he liked it more than me. I think if I liked him, I would have figured out the whole bisexual thing a lot sooner. No, my type is definitely more in the dark curly hair nerd department.”

Eddie swallows nervously, “Nancy?”

Steve isn't offended by Eddie’s question. Steve knows he's scrambling, can tell by the blush on his face. Steve feels hope spark within his chest. “No, she's great and all, but I was thinking more masculine. With pretty doe eyes, a deep laugh, a kind soul, and horrible taste in music.”

Eddie sputters, and Steve watches his blush spread, “My music is great!”

“Hmmm, sure.”

“Hey Stevie? Do you feel like you need more practice?” Eddie leans in close brushing his nose against Steve’s with a sudden rush of bravery.

“No, i’ve had enough practice. Think I want the real thing.”

“Okay I want to be smooth but I have to google d response to that so I am going to kiss you now.” Eddie rushes out.

“Sounds perfect.” Eddie closes the gap before Steve can say anything else. Eddie tastes like salted chocolate and weed. It's sweet and musky and so very Eddie. It starts soft, the softest kiss Steve’s had, just plush lips pushed against each other.

It slowly builds to more. Steve’s hands travel up Eddie’s sides and into his hair. He wonders how a wild thing could be so, so soft. Steve gives a gentle tug, and Eddie moans deeply into him. Eddie’s hands grab Steve’s waist and yank him forward. His hands are to cause bruises surely, and the thought leaves Steve giddy. The sounds Eddie makes are getting desperate, which causes Steve to release his own moan.

Eddie doesn't waste a second taking advantage and shoving his tongue inside Steve’s mouth. He’s warm and wet, and oh God, Steve wants more, more, more.

After a few minutes, Eddie pulls back. “Wait, who did you really think was your first kiss?”

Steve rests his forehead on Eddie’s. He can't help but think his answer is a little funny. “Carol Perkins.”

“Wait, wasn't she dating Tommy?”

“Oh yeah. He was there actually. Kinda encouraged it to happen.”

Eddie looks torn between laughing and being disgusted. “Again, so much to unpack, but I don't think I want to touch that with a ten-foot pole. At least not tonight. Can we go back to making out?”

“Yes please.” Steve all but begs, a while releasing into the space between them.

They don't pull apart until their lips are swollen and their throats are raw from moaning. It’s Steve’s best first kiss yet.

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originally this was more angsty and going to be more reflective on my personally experience of the very popular thought of “if my first kiss is with a girl it doesn't count” that I see a lot of bisexuals like myself (and other sexually fluid people...honestly an experience the whole LGBTQ+ community has) have. Like having that realization made me re-evaluate myself. But it ended up being more light hearted and using another experience of mine which is being out but refusing to count the first kiss because of who it was with. Steve and I...we have regrets. I still might write the other one, we shall see :)

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