real gods require blood - chapter three
chapter one - chapter two
18+ | Eddie x Steve x Reader
Summary: Steve Harrington is your boyfriend and life couldn't be better. It could, however, be freakier. Eddie Munson introduces you to his kinky ways and neither of you recover.
Or, you get caught fucking in Eddie's trailer and he makes you pay.
Warnings: this is an ongoing fic, will be posting and linking chapters as i go - find more chapters on my ao3 kinks: Dom!Eddie, Switch!Steve, Sub!Reader, choking, vibrators, hair pulling, tiny bit of daddy kink, some coercion but like not unwanted coercion fun coercion
Word count: 3.3k (9.4k total)
âHow does that sound?â Eddieâs gaze shifted between you and Steve, ensuring you both understood his offer correctly.Â
If you heard right - and you thought you had - Eddie Munson was offering to be your guide through the forbidden forest that was BDSM. You hadnât even heard of the acronym a few weeks ago. And now here you were, trying so desperately but failing so beautifully to avoid the temptation.Â
âYes.â
Eddie chuckled at your blunt answer, then prompted Steve.
âWhat dâya say, pretty boy?â
Steve looked dumbfounded. Heâd been looking that way a lot lately. Nevertheless, he had his hands awkwardly crossed over his crotch, attempting to hide the evidence of his desire. Youâd spoken at length together after your first excursion with Eddie, promising to make it known immediately if there was any uneasiness. Honesty was the foundation of your relationship. It had been from the very beginning when youâd drunkenly confessed your feelings to Steve at one of his infamous house parties. Steve wasnât uncomfortable, but he felt vulnerable navigating this new world. A world where he wasnât in charge. And, well, Steve liked being in charge. So he nodded, hellbent on learning everything he could about what gave you pleasure.
âWhere do you want us to start, princess?â Eddie inquired.
You had been tossing around an idea ever since Eddie mentioned it, inspecting it from all angles. So you answered frankly, âI want you to choke me.âÂ
âC-Christ.â Steve stuttered.
Eddie trapped his tongue in his teeth with a sly grin. He sat back and crossed his arms after gesturing to Steve with a flourish of his hand.
âYou gonna make her ask twice?âÂ
Steve glanced at Eddie and then back at you with those warm brown eyes of his, âI donât want to hurt you.âÂ
It was true, Steve was terrified of doing something wrong, pushing too many boundaries. His miscalculation, however, was naively assuming you werenât craving subservience. Eddie knew the glint in your eye. The one that cried out for domination. So he offered a solution.Â
âLet me show you.âÂ
Eddie was a puppet master. He hauled Steve forward, both of them standing over you, crowding your space, but they were more than welcome. The energy in the room had shifted. You were perched on the edge of Steveâs bed, leaning into the two men eagerly. As you blinked up at the pair, they returned your gaze, hungry.Â
At Eddie's instruction, Steveâs hand clumsily grazed your skin before settling at the base of your neck. A shiver ran down your spine, unaccustomed to the feeling. He fit like a glove, like his tender fingers were designed for you to wear as a necklace.Â
âThatâs it. Now squeeze, just the sides⊠Good.âÂ
Eddie noticed your eyes glaze over. He loved that blank stare, âWe own you, donât we, princess?â
You nodded fervently, your range of motion slightly obstructed by Steveâs grip. Your head swam, dizzyingly intoxicated. Every worry and thought that had been circling your mind moments before vanished. Eddie's order echoed around your brain, his words the only tangible notion in your stupor.
âSay it.âÂ
âYou own me.âÂ
âGood girl.âÂ
You whimpered involuntarily.Â
âHow does that feel, Stevie? Your girl all pretty and whiny just for us.â
Your eyes were fluttering, but you realized Steveâs gaze had hardened. Watching him channel unholy power was strangely invigorating. For the first time, you were outnumbered. Steve had taken his first steps into the darkness, and he was just getting started.Â
âFeels good.â He was acting independently of Eddie now, clutching tighter.Â
Eddieâs face was struck with awe and pride. He admired the monster he created whilst fearing him too. He could hardly wait to see how this played out.Â
Steve leaned into you, catching your lips with a rough intensity. He pulled away and nipped your lip in the process, forcing a whine to escape your throat. You were dazed. Whether it was from the lack of oxygen or Steveâs change in demeanor, you werenât sure. But then his touch was gone. Your head lolled from the sudden lack of support, and you fought to keep your eyes pinned on his. He took a few steps backwards and fell into a chair remarkably similar to the one that kept him captive last time, except cushioned and larger. That Steve had vanished. In his place was a brooding creature dressed with an irresistibly cunning smirk. His fingers bounced against his thigh, beckoning you. You wordlessly stood, bewitched by him. But Steve wouldnât have that.
âGet on your knees. Crawl to me.âÂ
Steve's body shifted. He was leaning in, daring you. His head cocked to one side, and his elbows rested on his thighs, fingers interlocked. He looked delicious up there on his throne of debauchery. He allowed this experience to consume him, and he was basking in the flames. You were all too eager to join him. You sank to your knees, leisurely moving towards him without breaking his gaze. You savored the way his steely gaze faltered at your body curving. As you reached him, you kneeled, ready and willing. He held your chin in between his pointer finger and thumb, tilting you, observing.Â
âEddie?â
Eddieâs eyebrow raised. His tongue was poking the inside of his cheek, really hoping that Steve wouldnât challenge his authority today. Steve wouldnât - not yet, at least.Â
âCâmere.âÂ
Steve was telling, albeit gently, but Eddie listened. Not out of respect but curiosity. What would the king of Hawkins High ask him to do next? Eddie was practically buzzing with excitement. He made his way behind Steve, joining him in leering over you. His ring-adorned fingers were dancing impatiently over Steveâs broad shoulders.Â
âHold her.âÂ
Eddie didnât need to be told twice. Before you'd even processed Steve's instruction, he had your arms pinned behind your back. You noisily protested, offended that Steve used Eddie as a henchman. The old Steve wouldâve apologized. He wouldâve stroked your hair and consoled you until he had you laughing at some silly joke he made. Once again, you were reminded that your sweet boyfriend was gone. In his place, a menace. A young king drunk on power. You were as enraged as you were enthralled.
Eddieâs hair brushed over your shoulder with each attempted struggle. His thumb reassuringly stroked over your wrist. Eddie didnât use much strength to keep you restrained because, in all honesty, you werenât fighting that hard. It was nice to be near him again, under his control. Their control. The anticipation of Steveâs next move was killing you. He had never been this unpredictable. Which is why your jaw hung open when he unzipped his jeans and tugged them over his knees.Â
âOpen your mouth, baby.â
You did, desperate to please. Steve nodded his head, and Eddieâs hand latched onto your hair as if they'd rehearsed it, shoving you down on Steveâs crotch. You moaned on Steveâs shaft, taking as much of him into your mouth as you could manage. It was getting hard to breathe under Eddieâs regiment, and you gagged a little as Steveâs length hit the back of your throat. Eddie yanked you up and wiped the drool from your lips obscenely with his tongue as you gasped.
âI didnât say she could stop.âÂ
Eddie scoffed at Steveâs bravado but coerced you again. You were whimpering, very content to be a pawn in their battle for dominance. Steve failed to realize that with Eddie controlling your every move, the tattooed man was determining your mouth's pace around Steve himself. Eddie was being particularly rough in an effort to punish Steve, of course. He knew you could handle it, and he hoped Steve couldn't.Â
âF-fuck.â
Steve tossed his head back, unable to keep his composure. Acquiring power had been easy. He had a few lessons to learn in exercising restraint, though. Something Eddie could help him with, no doubt. Eddie untangled his fingers from your hair and allowed you to take back some control. Partly because he wanted to retrieve a rather exhilarating gift and partly because he wanted to observe the subtleties in the way you gratified Steve. He was establishing how to contain the demon heâd unleashed. Just in case. You swirled your tongue skillfully around Steveâs tip, knowing exactly what to do when left to your own devices.
âHeyâŠâ Steve firmly warned you.
He was close, but he didnât want to cum. Not yet. He used two hands to cup your jaw, pulling your lips to his in an effort to distract you. It worked.Â
âUp, get up.â He murmured in between messy kisses.Â
His tone was harsh, clashing with the gentle caress of his lips. His soft touch didnât last for long, though. His fingernails were digging into your skin, making half-moon dents in your flesh as he hauled you onto his lap. You gleefully straddled him and ran your fingers through his floppy hair. You tugged a little, testing his resolve and making him grunt. He didnât appreciate it.Â
âDonât.âÂ
He pawed at your skirt, hiking it higher than it had already risen over your thighs. Suddenly, he ripped at your panties, tearing them to shreds. You hissed at the friction burn on your skin. He grinned. Once again, with absolutely no warning, he lifted your hips and sheathed himself deep inside you. You draped yourself over him, burning at the intrusion but relishing the pain. Sparks like mini fireworks reverberated through your body with every bounce. He filled you so wonderfully, it was bliss. Steve was being rougher than normal, but that evil glint in his eye had subsided. The man underneath you was one you recognized and were safe with.Â
What both of you had managed to forget, however, was that there was a wildcard now. One who wasnât tamed so easily. And Eddie Munson didnât like to be forgotten. Heâd retrieved his prize, one that was sure to make you both regret ignoring him for so long. A sharp buzzing rang out. You thought at first that Steveâs stereo had malfunctioned, but in a split second, it was clear that was not the case. An intense vibration electrified your skin, directly where your body meshed with Steveâs. You both yelped at the foreign feeling. It was a pleasure youâd never felt before, and your hips were instinctively twisting, chasing more.
âWhat is that?â Your voice was shaking.
âA vibrator, princess. Like it?â
âMhmm...â You moaned into Steveâs neck, low enough so only he could hear, "I love it, Daddy."
Steve groaned back, completely losing control. Every vibration was pulsing through him too, and he just discovered that he would do a lot of bad things to keep that pressure there. He pressed his forehead to your sternum, clawing at your back, sure to leave scratches. He was pumping so hard into you that it hurt. You were consumed by him.
Your eyelids fluttered open long enough to catch a glimpse of Eddie, the deity bestowing you pleasure, who was now naked. Your jaw clenched. You werenât sure how he always managed to look like that, dripping with sex. Even when clothed, he had an undeniably alluring way of carrying himself. It was the first time youâd seen him clearly in all his glory, and he was blessed.Â
Eddie was chuffed with himself. He knew the vibrator would get you worked up, but he had no idea how effective it would be; otherwise he wouldâve used it much sooner. His wicked tactics were no match for you and Steve. Certainly not when he cruelly turned the toy off without warning. You both whipped your heads round to glare at him, objecting fiercely. The bastard tried but failed to hide his smirk.Â
âBeg,â He had you both exactly where he wanted you. Eddie loved seeing you this needy, this desperate. Reliant on him for pleasure, âBeg, or youâll regret it.â He taunted, turning the toy on and waving it just out of reach.
âPlease!â You blurted out, encouraging Steve to follow suit.Â
âPlease.â You felt his cock twitch inside you. Steve was ruined.
Eddie grinned, âSo good for me.âÂ
You whined as Eddie pressed the toy to your skin again. He was standing close, so close to both of you. You couldnât ignore his erection, flushed and angry and perfectly level with your mouth, which was currently unoccupied. You relied on Steve to keep up the pace as you turned your attention to Eddie. Your tongue flicked out to taste him, and he groaned, leaning into you. Eddie used his free hand to guide his shaft deeper into your mouth at the awkward angle. You glanced up at him and then across at your panting boyfriend. Steveâs eyes were hooded and heavy. And then, surprising all three of you, Steve leaned forward and joined you in your efforts. His pink tongue and swollen lips dragged against Eddie's flushed cock, exploring the unfamiliar territory. It was quite possibly the most turned-on youâd ever been. Your tongues battled over Eddieâs shaft, finding intense moments of raw lust to kiss messily.Â
At this point, you were all moaning recklessly. You began to buck your hips urgently, chasing that building tension in the pit of your stomach. Your muscles spasmed around Steve, causing him to whimper even louder. Your tongues were drooling, dancing over Eddie, determined to reciprocate the indulgence he was gifting you. Eddie thrust his hips between you and Steve, a sheen of sweat lingering on his forehead and heaving tattooed chest. The vibrations became too much for you, and your breath hitched. Then you lost all control. You thrashed and screamed. Youâd never felt undulating euphoria like that powerful little toy was granting you, and it crashed over you in tidal waves. Steve was feral, scratching at your back and hastily cleaning up the mess you left on Eddie with his tongue. With a sacrilegious sob, he came deep inside you. Mess seeped over your thighs, marking you both with evidence of your corruption.
Eddie had taken care of you both, now it was time to return the favor. He discarded the vibrator and held both your mouths in position by your hair, urging you to focus. He was on the edge. Steve dragged his tongue along Eddieâs shaft as you licked delicately around his tip. You had always made a good team.
âYes⊠God, fuck!â
Eddie groaned and hunched forward, needing one of his hands to jerk himself over the edge. He came with shuddering beauty, jaw hung open at the spectacle beneath him. You and Steve had your mouths wide, tongues out and eager. Waiting for Eddie. His aim wasnât the best, resulting in his cum on your cheek, and Steve had some down his chest. You giggled at each other, admiring the other in their rawest form of submission. Without hesitation, you licked up the mess on your boyfriend. Steve followed suit, taking your head in his hands and sloppily kissing at your cheeks. Once Steve was satisfied, he slumped back in the chair, only just beginning to contemplate what had transpired.
âJesus H. Christ, you two.â
Eddie was using the back of Steveâs chair to prop himself up. It was safe to say you were all exhausted.Â
âWhat?â You teased, blinking up at the raven-haired man innocently.
âDonât give me that look.âÂ
Eddie said with an exhausted smile before bending down and kissing your lips gently, unwinding from the chaos of moments before. He took a beat before leaning over to kiss Steve, too, much to your arousal. Your muscles clenched around Steve because he groaned weakly, too sensitive to do much else. Eddie helped you off Steveâs lap and draped you both over his shoulders, hauling you to the shower.
âCome on, let's get you cleaned up.â
It was peaceful when Eddie started the shower. The roaring water was a tenuous tether back to reality. You and Steve were shattered, draped over each other in a pathetic heap. After that unspeakable encounter, you werenât sure if you had any brain cells left. You were empty. The only thing circling your mind was Eddie, Steve, Eddie, Steve. Over and over again like a broken record. So when Eddie magically appeared by your side, offering you his arm, you were thankful. Not only because you needed him to stay upright but because he was one of the only things that made sense right now.Â
âCome on, sweetheart.âÂ
His tone flowed like honey, soothing you. You pawed at Steve, who was hanging over the bathroom sink, unwilling to leave him behind but lacking the brainpower to verbalize that.Â
âItâs okay, baby, weâll get him in a second. Watch your step.âÂ
Hot water splashed over your body, pacifying your stinging skin. You closed your eyes and let your hair get saturated under the spray. You stood there, you didnât know how long for. But when your eyes fluttered open, the other two were with you, similarly exhausted but ultimately satisfied. Eddie had lathered soap in his hands and was scrubbing you down. You whimpered when his fingers grazed over your raw skin. He apologized with sweet scattered kisses over your burning body.
âHey, you know you did so good? So well for me and Steve.âÂ
Eddie was cupping your cheeks now, waiting for the submissive look on your face to dissipate. To ensure youâd crawled out of that space you went to when Eddie and Steve required it.
âYouâre okay now. Feel the water on your skin, every drop. Come back to us. Good girl.â
You felt your stomach flip, and you whined, âIt doesnât help when you call me that.âÂ
Eddie chuckled, âSorry, baby. Do you feel better?â
You nodded, finally perceiving coherent thoughts rather than having them slip through your grasp like smoke. It was cramped in the shower, and the air was thick with steam, but you wouldnât have traded it for the world. The color had come back to Steveâs face, and he was working suds over Eddieâs shoulder and back. You leaned into Eddieâs chest, and he enveloped you with wet arms.Â
âSteveâŠâ You moaned, wanting to feel him, needing him to ground yourself.Â
Eddie shuffled around, and you ended up in the middle of the two men, surrounded by them once more. The smell of Steveâs ginseng body wash and sweat filled your nose. Then, at long last, you were back. Fully reinhabited. You werenât sure if they wanted to talk about what Steve had done with Eddie, so you ignored it (but made a mental note to ask Steve when you were alone). Instead, you decided that you needed your hair washed. It did still have some remnants of Eddieâs cum in it, after all. You worked foam into your hair, twirling it into funny shapes to amuse the men.
âYou need to work on your aim, Sir.â You said the title jokingly, but Eddieâs cock twitched.
It seemed like you had hit a nerve but were too tired to do anything about it. Luckily, Steve was distracted by the bubbles swirling your head. He was playing with them like a child, and you couldnât help but giggle at his innocent joy. You squirmed playfully and got some froth on Eddieâs nose. Steve cracked up as Eddie stood there attempting to be stoic, but the laughter was too infectious. He scooped some bubbles from your head and threw them at Steve. He ducked but was too slow to avoid the onslaught.Â
âHey, hey, hey!â He was holding his hands up in surrender.
Your stomach hurt from laughing, âOkay, take it easy, you two.â
The men looked at each other and then at you. It was as if their minds had become one. They squished you in between their bodies, holding you tight. You squealed in delight as they swished soapsuds all over you and each other. This was where you belonged. You were home.











