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[lipglossboy]

Eddie Munson grew up poor. He learned not to be wasteful. To cut the mold from the edge of the cheese. To freeze the leftovers. Habits like that stick with you, even after you become a vampire-like being. So when the fight is over and Steve is covered in blood, not a single drop will be wasted

[lipglossboy]

accidental i love you’s during sex is sooo steve harrington it’s unbelievable…..

Oh fuck yeah. I'm stoned as shit right now so I got you.

MDNI Steve HarringtonxFem!Reader FWB/Friends to Lovers CW: recreational drug use, choking, unprotected sex, p in v sex, creampie

Banner by @inklore

It started as a drunken mistake — hooking up with your best friend.

You and Steve had one too many beers in the parking lot of Family Video after work and ended up in the back seat of his car, windows fogged up and messy handprints leaving evidence of your tryst.

It wasn't a mistake the second time though, or the third.

You and Steve are one too many joints deep after your closing shift together now, the race back to your house was a near bloodbath as you tore at each other’s clothes and gnashed at each other’s flesh. He’s pressed against your back, moving fluidly against you. His breath hot on your ear but chilling your spine, his hips snapping forward to bury you deeper into the mattress.

Steve gets pissed off at work. He needs an outlet, and you’re happy to be just that.

With another rut of his hips, his palm ricochets off of your ass.

“Fuck!” He curses.

His other hand is hooked around your front, fingers lodged deep in your throat. You’ve been drooling around his digits, mouth wide open so that you don’t accidentally scrape him with your teeth.

“Oh my g-fuck…” Steve grinds into you, pushing the swollen head of his cock against the back of your needy cunt.

It’s hours of this. This give and take. This violent brutality pushing you to the edge and then his soothing ministrations tugging you back.

“I fucking love this,” he accentuates his words with a kiss to your shoulder, another stroke of his cock against your walls. “Fucking love it-mmf..”

He tugs his hips backwards just to slam into you again.

“Love this pussy,” he continues, hand creeping over your hip to stroke between your thighs.

“I love this fucking voice,” Steve’s fingers slip out of your mouth and a gush of saliva follows, then you’re gasping for air.

His hand travels down your throat and squeezes the columns gently. You can tell by the twitch of his hips that he’s edging on delirium.

“Love fucking you. Oh my god," His knee shifts, and suddenly his weight is pressing into you. Burying you against sweat-soaked sheets. His teeth scrape against your shoulder and dig into anywhere they can fit: your bicep, your shoulder blade, your neck. He's sinking into you as if you'll never see each other again, as if the world is ending just outside.

"I love you.”

You hear the words, but grenades are detonating in your ears. Steve's precise fingers work frantically between your thighs, toying with your overstimulated clit as you squirm and writhe beneath him.

His hips jerk, he's swelling inside of you, and then you hear it again.

"Fuck, I love you..."

You hear it in the far off corner of your mind as your release hits, and those words carry something with them. Something warm and safe that hadn't been included in this arrangement before. It cradles you during your comedown, provides that cushion between Steve's heavy body and yours and his breath begins to quicken in your ear.

A moment later, it's over. Steve stills inside of you, his length beginning to soften and then slip out, followed by the gush of his release. He's getting heavier, it's getting harder to breathe, and there's a laugh stored in your chest that you can't hold for much longer.

Steve presses a tender kiss to the shell of your right ear and you smile.

"Should we talk about—" You begin.

A breath finally enters your lungs as Steve rolls off of you.

"Nope!" He answers while falling onto his back.

Sweat clings to his chest hair and shimmers in the yellow light provided by the lamp that illuminates the room from the corner. He doesn't ask for permission, this is all routine by now. Steve closes his eyes and throws out his arm, waiting for you to join him at the rib for a post-coital cuddle.

"Well, yes. Tomorrow." He continues.

Finally, that laugh escapes you.

[lipglossboy]

...Steddie. Could go either way.

[Image ID: Tumblr post from user, palmer, reading: "Didn't respond to a guy on Grindr so he sent me this?" Attached to this caption is a picture of a sad looking yellow lab puppy, tears in its eyes, gripping to the side of a couch cushion. End Image ID.]

[lipglossboy]

Thinking about Steve who definitely isn’t interested in Eddie fucking Munson.

Not because of the whole ‘he’s a dude’ thing, cause Steve literally could not care less. Hot is hot, but Eddie? Munson? Seriously?

He’s super duper not into that fucking dweeb of a man.

He’s so very not into that dweeb of a man especially not now, when the aforementioned dweeb of the hour has him pinned against the wall of his house.

Shocked? Steve is too.

Who knew Eddie had it in him.

Steve is transfixed looking at Eddie’s scrutinizing eyes, the smirk he’s got creeping across his face.

“Don’t overthink this, Harrington.” He huffs before crashing their lips together.

[lipglossboy]

Are You Together?

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Request: Hi! Could I please request an Eddie x fem!reader where they are like best friends and they're like "all but dating." And maybe it takes place around the time when Dustin, Mike, and Lucas join Hellfire and after a couple of weeks, one of them finally asks if Eddie and reader are dating and Eddie gets all blushy because he's been in love with her since she joined Hellfire. And reader tells the boys that they're friends because Eddie rejected her when she asked him out and then Eddie is just like "WHAT?????"

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: little bit of fluff, friends to lovers, all but dating, some curse words

AN: This was an anonymous request! Sorry this took a minute to get to, but I hope you enjoy it!

Dustin, Lucas, and Mike were confused. They had recently joined Hellfire, Eddie had taken them under his wing and promised to help make high school at least somewhat tolerable for them, and so far they were loving Eddie’s sadistic campaigns. However, there was something the three of them couldn’t quite figure out, were you and Eddie dating?

It seemed like you were, but they couldn’t tell for sure. The two of you were practically attached at the hip, one never seen without the other. They knew that the two of you had been friends for years and knew everything about each other. You even finished each other’s sentences sometimes. There was a natural fluidity to everything the two of you did, which was obvious to everyone.

There was not so subtle flirting and witty back and forth banter between you two. One of you would always compliment the other or go along with a bit the other started. There were also many inside jokes. Sometimes all either of you had to do was look at the other and you both would burst into a fit of uncontrollable laughter.

You even engaged in PDA. Hugs were constant, the two of you would hold hands a lot, Eddie would even allow you to play with his rings and his hair. This was something that became second nature, you wouldn’t even be aware that you were doing it, and neither did Eddie, he would just unconsciously lean into your touch.

However, the boys had never seen the two of you kiss. Which was what gave them doubts that you were dating.

“Come on, if they were dating, they would be all over each other,” Mike said as the three of them walked over to their lunch table, “Eddie’s face would be permanently glued to hers.”

“Not necessarily,” Dustin stated, “maybe they are dating, and they just don’t like to kiss in front of people. I mean they hug and make heart eyes at each other all the time, that’s gotta mean something.”

Mike snickered, “Eddie doesn’t strike me as the kind of guy to be shy about PDA. I say they aren’t dating.”

“Eddie let’s her play with his hair…” there was a hint of frustration in Dustin’s voice, “that is cold hard proof that they are dating. Eddie doesn’t let anyone touch his hair; he told me so himself.”

Lucas set his tray down once they reached the table and shrugged, “I don’t know, maybe they’re really close friends. Just because they hug and everything doesn’t mean they’re dating.”

“I guess we’ll never know for sure.” Mike sat down next to Lucas.

Dustin slammed his tray down with exasperation, “I’m tired of not knowing! I’m gonna ask them as soon as they get here!”

“Ask who what?”

Dustin let out a startled shriek causing Mike and Lucas to chuckle. Eddie stood at the head of the table, you right by his side, both with curious expressions.

Dustin stammered, unsure how to ask the question he and the others had been dying to know the answer to.

“Go on, Dustin, ask them.” Mike said with a smirk.

Dustin glared at him before turning to you and Eddie, “So, we were just wondering, are the two of you…together…like dating.”

You and Eddie looked at each other and laughed, “No.”

“Really?!” Dustin was shocked.

“We’ve been friends for years, but we’re not dating.” Eddie pulled out your chair for you before taking a seat himself.

“Yeah, Eddie rejected me when I asked him out three years ago.” You looked up from your lunch when you were met with silence. You turned next to you to see Eddie’s stunned face; it would have made you laugh if you hadn’t been so confused.

“I’m sorry…” Eddie sat up straight and looked you right in the eye, “WHAT?!”

It was your turn to be confused, “What do you mean, ‘what?’”

“When the HELL did you ask me out?”

“Uh, three years ago, it was my sophomore year, I had just joined Hellfire. After my first campaign, I helped you clean up and asked if you wanted to go to the movies and you told me no.”

“No, no, you helped me clean up and then you asked me if I had ever seen Psycho before because it was playing at the drive in that weekend, and I told you that I had seen the movie before, but that you should totally go see it because it’s good. You never asked me out!”

“Yeah, I was implying that I wanted us to go to the movie together…on a date.”

“Okay, but that wasn’t clear!”

“Yes, I realized that, so I tried again about a month later.”

Eddie’s eyes bugged out in shock, “WHAT?!”

“Remember, I went with you to band practice and then you drove me home and I told you that I liked you,” you were met with stunned silence from Eddie, “I told you that I liked you and you said, ‘I think you’re pretty great too’ and—"

Eddie cut you off, “I’m glad we became friends.” The memory came flooding back to the front of his mind.

“After you said that, I figured you didn’t feel the same way, and misinterpreted what I meant, so I wiped the egg off my face and moved on.”

The boys winced at Eddie, the secondhand embarrassment kicking in. Lucas released a huff of air, “Rejected twice, that’s rough.”

Eddie looked like he was second guessing every single decision he had ever made since that moment. He was mentally beating himself up. Three years. For three years he had been pining for you, hoping that you would eventually return his feelings, but apparently all that time you had. And not only had you returned his affections, oh no, you had asked him out and he had unknowingly rejected you…twice.

“I am so fucking stupid.”

“Eddie, it’s fine. You didn’t feel the same way. It’s not your fault that you misunderstood what I meant.” You shrugged.

Eddie’s eyebrows shot up so high they were hidden by his bangs. He pulled your chair out, turned it to face him, and leaned in towards you, “I have been in love with you for three years.”

“Wh-what?” You searched his eyes for any hint of mockery but found nothing but sincerity.

He leaned in closer and spoke slowly, making sure to over enunciate each word, “I have been in love with you for three years.”

Lucas, Dustin, and Mike all looked at each other and stood, grabbing their lunch trays. Dustin uttered a quick and awkward goodbye before following the others to another table on the other side of the cafeteria.

“Okay, let me get this straight,” you felt like your entire world was spinning, but not necessarily in a bad way, “you’ve been in love with me, and I’ve been in love with you, and we’ve both been idiots. That sound about right?”

Eddie nodded, “Yup.”

“Well,” you tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, “are we gonna do anything to rectify this?”

Eddie smiled, “I don’t know, you free this weekend?”

“I’ll have to cancel some plans with a friend of mine, but I’m sure he won’t mind.”

“Yeah, I don’t think he will either.” Eddie winked and you both smiled.

[lipglossboy]

I haven't seen this discourse about Eddie selling drugs, but this is making me think of my aunt who married into the family (she's younger than my oldest cousin bc my oldest cousin is a year younger than my youngest uncle).

My uncle and my cousin grew up pretty close because they're so close in age, but they have very different personalities and worldviews as adults. I was chatting with my aunt once and she said she was upset with my uncle for hanging out with my cousin, even though she knows they grew up together.

She was like "you know what [cousin] did" and I'm like what did he do? "He sold drugs with his younger siblings living in the house." Ohhh that. Yeah I knew about that. He went to prison for like 5 years for the drug dealing. Those younger siblings are now very much adults. Why can't your husband hangout with the family member he grew up with?

I was shocked about how personal she was taking that whole thing. Such a strange hill to die on. I told a few people about it and they were equally perplexed lol. I told my sister also how she said it's because he also still blames the police and not himself. So my sister said "so because he's flawed?" And yeah. That's the meat of it, isn't it?

Also goes back into the mindset behind prisons imo. Weed out the bad seeds. He's committed an irredeemable wrong against someone else and isn't properly sorry about it. Banish him.

Anyways, wishing your cousin lots of peace.

Just to add to the drug discourse because people are pissing me off lately (and I’ve mentioned it on discord before)

My cousin was a drug dealer by association. He was a young teenager in a very bad place, struggling with addiction. He got involved with a bunch of adults who used him as a scapegoat. He’s now in prison quite literally for life. His sentence started out around the 98 year mark. It’s gone down a few years but it won’t matter. He’s in his forties now. He went in as a teenager. Like, let that fucking sink in. My family has done everything in their power and there’s no getting him out. They barely allowed him a retrial when I was a teen.

I understand drug culture is different in different countries. I understand the want to paint everyone with a broad brush. My cousin made a grave mistake. But that’s reality. He writes poetry and studies law in prison. He’s an actual human being. Idk, people can see the way you talk about addicts. Each person is different and you don’t know every single one of them. And it’s ironic to me that a fandom so obsessed with being politically correct and moral, has no clue what real life situations look like. Or at the very least, takes their personal experiences and decides that a fictional character needs to be protected from the fake sin of being a drug dealer or doing drugs. These characters are not real but these people are.

[lipglossboy]

needed both of these posts in one place

[lipglossboy]

Lucas and Steve both being into basketball is fucking wasted in the show. Like who do you think taught him??? To the point of getting onto the varsity team as a freshman??? It would be so cute to see them practicing together!

Especially since Dustin was moving more towards Eddie and Lucas was moving away from dnd. Like it makes sense that Steve would be hanging out with Lucas the most.

Lucas and Steve friendship is so underrated!!! I love them so much!! I need more fanfics of these two being closer. It always Max or Dustin. But my boy Lucas is right there taking part in something that Steve loves, they have the most in common.

[lipglossboy]

look at my new carabiner coming

butch wetdream

[lipglossboy]

it kills me when i read stranger things theories that are predicated off all these “hints” and “clues” written into the show and people say “they wouldn’t have included that if it didn’t mean something!!!” like guys we’re talking about the show that wrote in a character’s canonical birthday and then didn’t mention it whatsoever when a later episode took place on that date. we’re talking about the show that had nancy steve and robin get choked out for like 20 real-time minutes and then just stand up. we’re talking about the show that ended a season with the enormous cliffhanger of a character dying only for the next season to start with him just sitting up from where he was laying on the floor. like this is not a calculated and pre-planned masterpiece with clues and easter eggs for the fans and idk where it got that reputation

[lipglossboy]

Is that Eddie's missing poster on Maya's shirt or?? Like why would it be maybe I'm just dense but??

[lipglossboy]

imagine someone thinking about you before they sleep

[lipglossboy]

i feel like i'm getting whiplash

[lipglossboy]

For @stevieweek : Sports

I love preppy ethereal goddess Stevie, but the other part of Steve's character is very much the big beefy barbarian jock archetype and I think we need more of the best of both worlds (p.s. fuck yeah buff trans women)

[lipglossboy]

when band practice doesn’t go as planned…

older brother’s best friend eddie x fem reader

warnings: keith is the unnamed freak in this au, alluding to some some spicy activities so 18+!

it’s a recipe for disaster masterlist.

“dude, when did your sister get so hot?”

eddie’s head lifts at the mere mention of you, but his jaw clenches when he notices that gareth is all but oogling you from inside the garage.

you’re at the end of the driveway, dressed in a red and white gingham bikini top and the shortest pair of shorts imaginable— washing your car. why you’d chosen to do this during their scheduled band practice is obvious to him, but it has your brother groaning in annoyance.

“jesus, don’t talk about her like that. that’s my baby sister.”

sid throws a sideways glare his friend’s way, to which gareth just holds up his hands in defense.

“i mean… he’s not wrong,” keith says under his breath which earns him a guitar pick to the forehead.

“it is a tad distracting,” jeff chimes in.

“oh for christ’s sake—- hey! mouse!”

you perk up at the nickname, resting your soapy hands on your hips. “why can’t you go to the damn car wash like a normal person?” sid shouts your way, oblivious to the way your eyes meet eddie’s behind your sunglasses.

or the hint of a smirk that’s tugging at the corner of your glossed lips.

“and why can’t you close the garage door if i’m too distracting?” you fire back, enjoying the way the rest of the guys quickly divert their attention away from you.

your brother is a little stunned by your response, not used to hearing you talk back to him. instead of trying to reason with you, he just flips you the bird. to which you mirror him with a playful grin. when they go back to practicing and you return to washing your car, eddie feels like he can breathe again.

he, by some miracle was able to hold his tongue during that entire interaction, as he knew he’d say something he’d regret later if he opened his big mouth.

because if your brother had any idea of what he planned to do to you when practice was over— he’d be a dead man.

but try as he may, eddie can’t keep his eyes off you the rest of practice.

he’s so distracted that he fumbles through most of the songs in their set list. and he completely fucks up his big solo when glances up to see you leaning across the hood of your car. with your ass perched in the air as you guide the soapy sponge along the metal frame. it’s safe to say the rest of the guys are throughly annoyed once they wrap things up.

eddie is just grateful that his guitar has been able to hide the raging boner he’s been sporting for the last half hour. or he’d really be fucked. but as you glance up at him innocently from under your lashes, eddie knows better.

and when he bends you over his lap later, it’s more than deserved.

[lipglossboy]

18+ Steve Harrington x F! reader, established relationship, cockwarming WC:1K

A/N: Will I ever tire of writing about cockwarming Steve? big fat fucking nope. Enjoy!

By the fourth time you walk up to his home office with your teeth clenching the inside of your cheek and your thighs warm from pressing together so often, you know for certain that you wouldn't be able to peel yourself away this time.

On days when Steve worked from home you usually tried not to intrude until he was finished with his work. You always left him to type and scroll and click without distraction but you're forced to break your little rule today, reminded that some urges are just too strong to quell when the throbbing between your legs refuses to yield.

He's yet to notice you watching him from the doorway as he types, quietly taking in the way he's concentrating on his tasks. The light from the monitor reflects off the lenses of his glasses, the same ones he'd once grumbled about having to wear when the Doctor recommended them at his last check up.

He only warmed up to them after all the times you slipped in little comments about how handsome he looked in them. Even now when the woody hazel of his eyes are veiled with a sheen of blues and purples and his hair, now dry from his morning shower and uncombed, hangs over his forehead instead of pushed back like usual.

Stepping inside, you pad over on bare feet, your footsteps muted by the soft carpet beneath your soles as you approach him silently. It's only when your shadow stretches over his keyboard that Steve realizes you've come in, turning away from the computer screen to give you his attention.

"Hey sweet thing", he greets with a smile, lazy but full of warmth.

You try to match it with one of your own though you realize you've already given yourself away when a look of concern overtakes Steve's face, noticing the furrowing of your brow and the soft pout of your lips as he reaches out to take your hand.

"Everything alright?", he swivels his chair round to face you, meeting your stare with his wide, attentive eyes.

"Just wondering if you'll be done soon", you try to keep your tone steady but your voice wavers towards the end, bleeding into a slight whine that he catches easily.

"Gonna be another hour", he tells you with soft, kind eyes and a gentle squeeze of your hand. "What's got you so worked up?"

The question, though expected, leaves you feeling a little frazzled. You can't deny how tightly wound you've become over the last couple of hours just from imagining all the things you'd like for Steve to do to you, a potent mix of tension and yearning gnawing at you from within your belly, your whole body begging for a kind of relief only Steve can provide you.

"I miss you", you reply earnestly before your voice drops into a pointed whisper. "Wanna be close to you".

The way Steve's eyes light up from behind his glasses makes you feel hopeful, happy to see him appear so eager because you know he's caught on now.

"Yeah?" he pulls you closer to stand between his spread legs, lips picking up into a grin. "Feeling needy, huh?"

You're not embarrassed to admit it, leaning in closer to Steve, your lips brushing the shell of his ear, inhaling the lingering scent of the mango shampoo and body wash you both share.

" 's all wet down there. Feels so empty Stevie", you whisper, making sure to flick your tongue over his lobe before you pull away and look at him longingly.

You find him looking more than a little pleased. "Show me", he orders you gently, his gaze following your hands as you curl your fingers around the hem of your dress, lifting it up to let him see underneath.

Your panties are simple, standard white cotton but thin enough that he can easily make up the shape of your pussy underneath, the fabric swallowed up slightly between your folds while the near translucent patch of cotton where your slick had gathered is damp to the touch when he extends a hand to cup you gently.

"Poor baby. Need me to fill you up?", he pouts playfully at you.

You nod, letting out a shaky sigh as he pulls your panties aside, unsticking the wet cotton from your weeping core, lightly brushing his fingers through the hair on your mound before beginning to rub circles over the firm bead of your clit.

"You gonna be good for me and stay still till I finish my work?", he asks next, leaning forward to press a quick kiss just above your clit.

"Yes", you nearly squeak, his fingers closing around your clit to pinch it softly, rolling the sensitive pearl between his thumb and forefinger.

"Come here then", he grins.

Elated, you let your skirt drop, reaching under it to pull your panties down past your knees and step out of them when they pool around your ankles, letting the undergarment rest on the floor to be picked up later.

Steve gets himself ready too, pulling his jeans and boxers down to his ankles with ease, his cock still mostly soft but starting to harden as you move to straddle his thighs first.

You start by licking your palm, both of your eyes fixed on the way you wrap your wet fingers around his length and begin to stroke him until he firms up completely in your hand.

"Can I? please?", you look to Steve, your breathing almost labored because of how close you are to what you've been craving all day.

"Yeah, go on sweetheart", he replies, cradling your cheek and pulling you in for a kiss before you balance yourself of your knees, hands on his shoulders and with Steve's hands secure on your hips to help keep you steady.

Aligning your entrance with the tip of his cock, your skirt fans out around you, feeling Steve's tip press past your folds and bump your hole. You're able to have him push through with a little effort, popping inside and easing the rest of him inside you while you sink down inch by inch, swallowing his length as your walls keep a tight grip on him down to his base, your built up arousal leaking all around him.

"Thank you, Steve", you sigh blissfully, so relieved to be full, no longer battling that ache that'd formed when you were empty.

"That's my girl. Sure you can hang on till I finish this up?", he rubs a hand down your back to soothe you while you hook your chin over his shoulder, humming back contently.

He pats you lightly on the ass, a soft chuckle making his chest rumble against yours. "Good. And don't get too comfortable, okay? I'm not even close to being done with you yet".

[lipglossboy]

18+

You’ve never had head, Eddie’s never given head, and Steve… he’s got a whole lot of hair and experience.

No one really sugar coated anything. It was a simple gathering of three friends at Eddie’s newly purchased trailer (also know as, the one to the left of Wayne’s). Everyone else in the group had plans, so Steve drove you to Eddie’s, all the while knowing something was bothering you. It ended up being Eddie to tease it out of you.

“Never had a guy eat my pussy before.” Your lips wrapped around the neck of your bottle.

Eddie sputtered on his, Steve’s brows rose in surprise.

“But you’ve had sex, right? I thought you said —“ Steve tried, only for you to cut him off.

“Yes, I’ve had sex a few times, but they’ve never eaten me out. I mean, do you guys even like doing that? My date said I was too slimey.” You’re embarrassed to even admit.

Steve scoffed as Eddie wiped the beer off his chin. “I’m surprised the jerk-off was even able to get you that wet.”

You pick at the label of the dark glass. Steve runs a massive hand through his hair, his voice gentle, protective. “Is that what’s been bothering you all night?”

To which, you nod. You both turn towards Eddie as he clears his throat, adding in his two cents. He tucks a set of loose strands behind his freshly pierced ear, that circular charm dangling. “Uh, if it makes you feel any better, I’ve never eaten a girl out before. But I’m all for slime time. That’s a good thing, right?”

Steve marveled, briefly entertained at how backward the two of you looked. He wasn’t stupid, you’d been flirting with one another (the three of you) off and on for a while now. Bringing this up, it would be a wasted opportunity to be with his two favorite people. And the idea, it struggles to keep up with the swelling between Steve’s legs. That weirdly in synch look that you shared, Steve knew it was the correct decision.

“Let me show you guys?”

You found yourself less awkward to be naked around your two best-friends, guys you thought about constantly, in ways you probably shouldn’t have. Still, when it came time to step out of your panties, and the wet spot clung from your cunt to the crotch of the fabric — you let some nerves show. Eddie was frozen, in his boxers, hard as a rock, both men observing your body in a way that had everyone holding their breaths, appreciating scars and marks alike. And Steve, he took suave control in his own tight briefs, that monster on display. His hands found your shoulders, rubbing up and down your flesh.

His voice sounded jagged, honey-hot, pouring out across his tongue as he licked his bottom lip and bent down to kiss you on your shoulder. “You wanna get on the bed, honey?”

“Should I… towel?” You’re giving them another chance, afraid of how soaked you are.

Eddie immediately said no, making Steve chuckle. “It’s okay. You’ll let us know if it’s not, right?”

You were all too eager to slide onto Eddie’s king sized mattress, arousal webbed from you, dripping onto the sheets. Eddie reminds himself not to do the laundry for another day. Both men joined you - Eddie on the right, Steve to the left. It’s basics, mechanics, foreplay from there.

If Steve Harrington has to pick a sight to remember when dying — this would be it. Seeing Eddie Munson grind himself into the bed as you ride his face, pulling so hard on his hair, that Steve’s cock kicks up imagining how Munson’s scalp must feel. Your tits bounce with every thrusting movement, eyes glossed over with tears and looking up at the ceiling. You’re panting with exertion, breaths getting choppier. And the second that Steve says “Fingers” for Eddie to remember - you’re literally screaming, uncaring.

“I’m gonna cum,” you suddenly shout, teetering dangerously close. The only things you can see are vivid shapes, eyes darting around rapidly to find your boys through the haze. How your heart is full for them, how you’re trembling.

Eddie pauses and lifts, his face covered and shiny. He’s misty eyed, panting, overwhelmed. But your cream covered curls, your essence on his fingers that are tightening around him, Steve’s blown pupils as he looks over at him — he wants to keep you two here.

“Why did you…?” You’re whining, tilting, trying to fuck yourself onto his fingers.

“Dude, why’d you stop?” Steve is looking incredulous, inching closer, his hard cock pressing at your hip. You blindly reach for him, working yourself up, legs swaying. Steve slides up fast and presses his palm over your thigh to flatten it.

“You okay?” He checks in with Eddie, which makes you also do the same. You tell them you’re fine, Eddie answers next.

“I’m… yeah, man. Just wanted to make sure I was doing fine.”

“Well a girl tells you she’s gonna cum, that means you’re doing great, bud.” Steve can’t help but to look at his (friend?) fondly. He reaches out to pushes along Eddie’s sweat slick curls.

Once you see that things are okay, you feel yourself relaxing back into things, Eddie’s finger still inside. Steve hears you shakily exhale. He folds, tilting his head as he leans back down, Eddie resuming his position. “Come here, honey. We’re gonna let you come, I promise you. You’re doing so good. You feeling good?” You give a nod. “Yeah?”

You smile lazily.

“Steve?”

He switches his gaze from the curly haired rocker between your thighs. “Hmm?”

“Will you put a finger inside of me too?”

Eddie moans, a sound so deep that it has him raising his face to stare Harrington down, pleading with him to do it. Steve has never been so eager, wiggling his digit towards you, watching you accept it with a swirl, licking like you’re on a mission. You really don’t need it, but Steve does it anyways, letting his arm elongate to give you what you ask for — his cock dribbling into his boxers the second that his thick finger slides into your overly wet walls, right beside Munson’s. Everyone moves in unison, Eddie eating like a starved man, Steve working that spot to the point where he knows what’s gonna happen before you or Eddie do. It’s a fun surprise watching your eyes widen and automatically find Steve’s as it happens, Eddie literally rutting maniacally into the bed as your squirt soaks his face, the sheets, Steve’s arm, even his leg.

Watching the two of you come, sends Steve grinding into your thigh, spare hand cupping the nape of your neck, face hiding in your breasts, as he releases heavily into his briefs. The aftermath is slow, beating hearts, lines crossed. There’s disbelief, nervous wonder. You asking them if they’re alright is what brings them back to earth, each guy taking a place beside you, mingled breathing patterns trying to reset. It’s an unspoken agreement, a must provide, when Steve is kissing you softly, reaching for Eddie like he doesn’t care what people would say anymore, meeting his mouth. This is what he wants, it’s what you all need.