Three's A Crowd? (Eddie Munson/ Steve Harrington x OC)

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Carrie clasped her hand against her mouth in fear. Max's body stayed still as the group shouted for her. Suddenly she understood why Eddie would run, she had never felt terror like it. Steve snapped into action shouting for Max but she never answered. The fear in Lucas' eyes was like nothing ever seen before, he looked genuinely heartbroken to see Max in this way. "Dustin what do we do?" Carrie questioned her brother ask panic set across his face. He just began shouting, "MAX". Everyones shouting of her name appeared to blend together. "MAX. MAX. MAX." After realising it wasn't working Dustin set off running for the radio. "Dustin, where are you-" Carrie didn't finished as she realised what he was doing.  "Shit, shit, shit," he picked up the radio. "Nancy, Robin, do you copy? This is a code red. Do you copy?" he shouted into the radio. He bag to jump onto the car, bouncing on the hood trying to get signal. He nearly loss all hope when a crackling voice came through, "Dustin, it's Robin. We copy," Robin replied. "Holy Shit! Finally! Please, please tell me you guys have this figured out,"  he shouted panicked. 

The group were still there shaking Max, but to no avail, she didn't budge. "Guys!" Dustin was running towards them with tapes in his hand, dropping them all next to Max. "What is this?" Lucas questioned, confused and panicking even more. "Whats her favourite song?" Dustin questioned Lucas. "Why?" he replied. "Robin said if she listens-" he stopped, "its too much to explain right now, whats her favourite song?" Dustin aims his question at Lucas. Lucas scrambles around the taps before picking out one. "Here," he gives the tap to Dustin who is placing headphones on her head. Play is pressed as the group hear Kate Bush's 'Running up that Hill' faintly through the headphones on Max's ears. Carrie crosses her fingers behind her back, praying, hoping that it works. "Max please wake up," she begs. "Max come on," Lucas pleads. Carrie lets out a scream as Max's body begins to float directly upwards, once again she covers her mouth with her hand, silencing her screams of fear. "MAX!" Lucas lets out one more shout, "PLEASE!" He shouts, and as If it was his shout that awoke her, her body drops to the ground. The group drop to the floor with her, Lucas holds her body. "Max! Oh my God," Lucas lets out a sigh of relief. Carrie lets out a breath as she holds her beating heart. "It's okay, its okay," Lucas pants as he reassures her. "I thought we lost you," he sighs. "Im still- Im still here," she replies. The group takes a minute of breathing, thanking anyone and anything for the fact Max made it. 

"We need to go back to Nancys," Dustin spoke but Carrie didn't move towards the car. "Carrie come on," Steve spoke. "I can't," Carrie spoke. "What?" Steve looked confused. "I have a car, Im going to go get it and I'm going to Eddie," she tried her best to be firm. "What? No, that's not safe," Steve tried to fight her on this. "He's alone Steve, who's he got to wake him if Vecna comes?" She was getting more passionate about it. Steve pulled her to one side. "You can't go," he tried to argue. "Steve, what's my favourite song?" she asked him blatantly. "What?" he stuttered slightly. "You heard me Steve, what song would stop me from getting my bones bent all the wrong ways hm? Any song at all?" she asked him. "Erm, I-" Steve paused. "What because Eddie knows?" he questioned. "Give me one song and I'll stay," she began to walk towards her house from the cemetery, it wasn't far. "Madonna?" he shouted. Carrie turned around to face him. "You know where you saw Madonna?" she asked him, rhetorically, "on Nancys bedroom wall," she shook her head. "Dustin, stay with Steve, I'll be fine," she shouted before running in the direction of her house. 

It wasn't a long run but she was out of breathe. She got into the car, turned on the engine and let out a deep breath. Risking her life for someone she knew just over a day? No problem. The drive wasn't that long anyway. She knew that her driving up would be terrifying and its not like she had the radio to warn him but he'd be fine when she announced herself. Hopefully he didn't take a pocket knife to her throat in surprise and fear. 

(SMUT- TW- knife play, choking slightly, unsafe sex? I think that's it.)

Her car pulled up outside the dusty cabin, the wheels sliding into the sandy dust. He would surely be under the tarp hidden by now. She opened the door slowly, "Eddie, its Carrie," she spoke softly. The tarp crashed open, "oh thank fuck," he smiled picking her up and spinning her in happiness. "Human contact," he smiled as he put her down. "And here's me thinking I'm special," she laughed. He laughed tilting his head as he smiled up at her. "Oh so special," he smirked. "Wheres everyone else?" he questioned. "Wow, I'm really not as special as I thought," she laughed going to sit down. "Oh, trust me, I can't wait to show you how special you are," he smirked at her. "Basically, Max got possessed and shit so we had to play Kate Bush to get her out, she's fine now, I got scared because whose gonna save you from Vecna? Here I am," she smiled up at his shocked face. He sat down next to her. "Eddie?" she paused, he looked at her and hummed. "Who would you play if I was, Yano?" she rolled her eyes to mimic being possessed. "Motley Crue," he smiled at her like it was an everyday question, it rolled off his tongue like she'd asked how his day had been. Her eyes lit up as she quickly leaned in to kiss him. He quickly kissed back, the kiss was passionate and deep full of lust and the fact they missed each other only sweetened the kiss. She could feel her legs becoming weak as she climbed on top of him. She broke the kiss panting. "Eddie?" she questioned again. He was breathing heavily. "Hm?" he hummed again. "Can I ask you about something?" she smiled. He held her chin between his thumb and forefinger. "Anything," he smiled. "The bandana, handkerchief thing in your pocket," she became shy. He just smirked. "Yes Princess?" he waited for her to ask. "Do you wear it for style or meaning?" she asked, quickly following, "and its in your left pocket for a meaning," she could feel her cheeks blushing. "Meaning?" he asked, wanting her to into detail. "Well, it's a black one in your left pocket," she tried to explain without saying the words. "So?" he smirked again. "What are you asking me darling?" he spoke again, his voice was smooth, sultry. She didn't speak, still sat in his lap she brought his hand unto her throat, pushing his fingers to wrap around it. He chuckled, "you're cute," he shook his head but she stopped him by pulling the pocket knife, that sat in his jean pocket, out and pressing it against his chest. His eyes widened in curiosity, he couldn't tell if she was serious. "Write me a story Eddie," she smirked down at him, lifting the rip in the thigh on her jeans high. "You want me to?" he questioned. "Please?" she begged feeling him growing under her. "You should always sign your belongings Eddie, wouldn't want them to be stolen?" she smirked, biting her lip. "Fuck," he groaned as he took what she had given him, writing E.M in the spot on her thigh she had pointed too. He whispered in her ear as he had finished, "You're mine now, Princess," he smirked kissing her ear, leaving a trail down to her neck. "I thought you didn't want our first time to be in a dingy hut?" she smirked. "I can't wait any longer," he smirked as he stood, with Carrie still wrapped around his mid section. He kisses her roughly, slamming her back into the wall but putting his hand on the back of her head, making sure it was his hand that was hit and not her head. She kissed back, matching his pace and passion. "Fuck, Eddie," she moaned out. "It's just a kiss darling," he laughed in-between kissing her. "If you dont fuck me in this shitty little shed Eddie, I swear I'll-" she paused as she felt his hand reach down to the top of her thigh, feeling where he had just marked her. "You'll what sweetheart," he brushed over the cut. "Ill find someone else to fuck me," she laughed in his face, knowing that it would piss him off. "Ooh, now, now that's not very nice," he gave her cut a light slap that would sting. It sent shivers down her body as she cried out in pleasure. He let her legs drop to the floor as she took her jeans off, he followed her lead as he stripped off. The next time he looked up, she was stood naked. If it was even possible, seeing her stood there made his cock get ten times harder. "Wow, you're beautiful," he gasped picking her up once again which caused her to squeal and giggle. He held her body against his own and the wall, one hand holding her up as the other reached under her legs. "Wow, so ready for me Princess," he winked before leaning into her ear and whispering, "I'm going to show you why being called a freak isn't always a bad thing," he smirked against her ear as he thrust into her hard, not letting her adjust. Her moans were high pitch as pain quickly turned to pleasure. "Oh you're loud aren't you baby?" he smiled as he continued to thrust into her. Her head fell back in pleasure as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Eddies hand wrapped around her head, pulling it upwards so her head came with it. "Look me in the eyes as I fuck you Carrie," his voice was rough. Her moans filled the cabin they were in, Eddie's own moaning and breathes melted with Carries. "Oh fuck Princess," he panted as he let go of her hair, squeezing her tits a his hand trailed down between them. If Carrie had thought about it too long she'd swear he was some sort of contortionist as he began to use his fingers in a way that sent her to heaven. "Eddie, I'm going to-" she panted, not being able to finish her sentence before she came undone. Eddie smirked, bringing his hand back up, his thrusts never faultering as he licked his fingers. "Fuck, you taste good," he grunted, "Oh Princess, you feel so fucking good, I'm going to cum," he moaned, slightly higher than his previous noises as he finished himself. As he pulled out carefully, he quickly kissed her on the head before getting changed. 

When they were both dressed they sat down on the dingy, little couch. "Thats one way to distract me from the murder charge," Eddie laughed. The idea of just being the distraction made Carrie wince slightly, she didn't mean for him to but Eddie noticed. "Shit, sorry, I didn't mean you're a distraction, fuck no, I just erm- I'm not very good at speaking I guess, and well, I've never actually done the black bandana stuff with someone," he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "Oh fuck, sorry, I didn't mean to pressure you or-" Carrie began to panic. "I know that I like it, I just hadn't done it," Eddie tried to calm her. "I like you Carrie," he smiled, looking to the ground awkwardly. Carrie smiled at the floor too. "Besides, you should know that shits serious," he softly brushed over his initials on her leg, "You're mine now, sweetheart,".                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 

AN- Hi, erm, I actually did research the bandana/ handkerchief code and since its the 80s, a black bandana in the left pocket would mean a top into S&M, sadomasochism, I know in the 70s it can mean different but this is just the research I found. Hope you enjoyed, although I know this can be a lot for people which is totally fine! However, this sort of smut will be included throughout :) Look after yourself! xoxo