#Steve harrington and Eddie are goobers

[sabbathbloodysabbeth]

Breakfast In Bed

Words: 741

Summary: the night after coming to terms with their relationship Steve and Eddie have a soft and disastrous breakfast in bed.

Square and Prompt: C1, breakfast in bed after their first night together

Warnings: just some suggestive jokes

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This is just a small and quick Drabble I did, I just kind of wanted something small to write today (:

@steveharringtonbingo

Steve woke up the next morning confused, laying in his bed with his clothes thrown off to the side. He wasn’t fully naked but there was more skin on sheets then what there normally was. Sitting up he rubs his eyes a bit as he blinks a few more times. Trying to wake up. Tempted to go back to sleep, but the smell of pancakes was filling his room. Looking confused he moves to stand up. Only to fall back down with a wince as the night before comes back to him. Remembering the way he kisses Eddie, how he was dazed by the others cold rings against his skin, gasping out as the other bit a little harder then intended on his skin. They hadn’t gone further then boxers, both of them to injured to do any of that. On a good day Eddie fought to leave bed with his bandages wrapped around him let alone leave the room by himself.

The agreement had been that they would both keep an eye on each other during the nights. Not everyone was able to continuously babysit, that and the both of them felt very pathetic when it came to this kind of thing. Everything was new yet old in that moment. Waking up in a bed, with someone in the house was starting to be his normal. But waking up without said person next to his bed was uncommon. Their blossomed relationship was also new. So much change was happening that it was all a little overwhelming. Steve wasn’t used to any of this, and it was just a little much. In a good way. He wasn’t used to waking up with anyone around him, grown used to sleeping by himself for years now. Even through his nightmares. His addiction for the skin contact of one Eddie Munson was shocking. He’s making another attempt at getting up when he watches a very disheveled Eddie pushing a small cart with food on it to him. The plate was a mess, but assuming that the other had carried it up the stairs nearly gives Steve two heart attacks in one. One from the panic about the other possibly falling on his face and the other from the fact that he even did it in the first place.

“Harrington, you get your ass back in that bed. I didn’t spend twenty minutes fighting to get this up here just for you to want to eat it downstairs.” Eddies grumbling and huffing. Pushing the cart to the side of the bed as Steve smiles brightly. Playfully pulling the other to him once the food was set to the side. Moving and pecking the others lips.

“Oh? You didn’t have to bring the food you know? You’re a whole meal by itself.” He flirts teasingly watching the others face go a light pink. Before he’s slapping his shoulder carefully, “though what the hell were you thinking. You’re still injured Munson.” Steve scolds as the other shrugs sheepishly. Smiling gently before moving his hands to Steve’ chest. Acting like he was playing nice before he’s playfully shoving the other back into the bed.

“Now lay down, I made you breakfast. And I will force it down your throat if I have to.” Eddie huffs out as Steve laughs playfully saluting him.

“Yes sir,” he says with a soft laugh. “Not the only thing you can shove down my throat, is it munson?” He teases chuckling as he watches the other nearly fall on his face.

“Jesus, big boy. Barely have me for twenty four hours and you’re trying to jump my bones?” Eddie laughs as he moves two plates over. Setting one in Steve’s lap who beams. Starting to eat the cold food happily. Eddie sits next to him to eat his and scrunches his nose up.

“Damn it the food is cold, I’ll go warm it up.” He huffs moving to grab the plates. Earning a slap from Steve who’s already half way through his plate.

“I’m fine, can you grab me some orange juice?” He smiles playfully tilting his head and batting his eyes as he earns a glare from Eddie.

“No, get it yourself” he playfully huffs moving to waddle down the stairs.

Steve laughs fill the house and are heard down the halls as Eddie walks down the stair case. With a soft smile on his face. Both of them shamelessly in love.

Bonus:

Eddie does come up with orange juice but he’s some how found Steves old canteen from boys scouts and filled it with OJ

[findafight]

Robin chose Steve. Robin made the conscious and deliberate decision that she could and would trust Steve. She already liked him! She had fun working and bantering with him! They were already on their way to being weird little bffs and the torture just expedited the process. Steve chose Robin just the same! He thinks she's fun and cool and likes her so much! He chose to be honest and open with her too, putting himself out there.

Even though their interests on the surface level don't match why wouldn't they share them? Steve clearly caves when Robin wants to watch a movie he doesn't think he'll like, Robin can watch a March madness game or five.

Stop trying to take away their bond oh my god people can be close to more than one person!!! Their best friend doesn't have to be dismissive or mean or whatever in order for a romance to be special to them!

[morganbritton132]

Eddie posts a Tiktok when they leave the diner after Steve is confident that those girls will pass their midterm. He’s in the car like:

Eddie: Guess who had a *guitar riff noise* Good. Fan. Interaction.

Eddie: IT

Eddie: WAS

Eddie: STEEEEEEEEEEEEVE *zooms in and out on Steve’s face.

Steve’s in the passenger seat, holding their leftovers in a take out box. He looks amused but also a little embarrassed when he says, “Babe.”

Eddie: Alright, alright, we’re going to get ice cream and then going home so I can fuck this man (“Eddie!”) Peace out!

[bound-vivisection]

Goobers

[hotwritergf]

Steve “can we listen to music to help me sleep?” Harrington and Eddie “Sure thing” *plays the most hardcore rock song ever* Munson<3

[steddie-fanfic-recs]

I Want that Sugar On me (I taste it on my fingers)

by Beachfckerblake

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Nancy Wheeler (mentioned) Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Top Eddie Munson, Bottom Steve Harrington, Gay Eddie Munson, Bi Steve Harrington, Friends to Lovers, High Sex, Under-negotiated Kink, love realizations, Love Confessions, Laughter During Sex, they’re goobers your honor, Dom/sub Undertones, bratty Steve Harrington, Eddie likes to Bite, Stobin/Ednancy Bestieism Mentioned, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, They Thought They Were Fucking They Were Making Love Actually, Background Ronance Mentioned Words: 6,650 Chapters: 1/1

Summary

The syrupy heaviness in his brain feeds him an idea that he wouldn’t have been brave enough to voice previously. Something tells him that he’s not going to be turned down either. “I mean, I could help you out with that if you want?” Steve delights in the way that Eddie goes stiff under his hands, not in the same way as before. He doesn’t really think before he swings a leg over Eddie’s hips so that he can settle himself fully into his lap. “Come on. We’re best friends, aren’t we? You could take care of me and I could take care of you, right?” Or When a disaster of a date leaves Steve pent up, will his best friend and roommate be able to help him out of the funk he's in?

[curtsycream]

Love Grows

Pairing: Steve Harrington x F!Reader

A/N: This was just a passing thought of a ficlet that I can make a part two for maybe. I just really love the song Love Grows it’s so beautiful and I’m manifesting that someone uses that song to describe me one day.

Wild, Free, and Beautiful.

Those three words that Steve would always use to describe the girl cartwheeling around his backyard. A bright smile on her face as her laughter carries over the fence into the ears of others. Not once has he seen anything but a smile on her face, even in the face of those who didn’t like her.

He met her when she first moved to Hawkins during his junior year of highschool. After second period is when he noticed her, she was dressed in clothes that were bright and barely matched. Her hair was doneup in a way that was wild and free. All he could hear by fifth period was that she was crazy and clearly didn’t know much about the real world.

But for some reason that didn’t deter him from talking to her after school. She had walked up to him with a wide smile that seemed to be brighter than her clothing. “Hi, I’m Y/N! I’m new here and I wanted to ask if you knew the way to the bus stop. You see my mom dropped me off this morning but she’s busy teaching yoga at this school for the old and restless. At least I think that’s what it’s called..”

Steve found himself staring at her, for some reason he couldn’t help but look at her. Her voice was kind of lazy but loud and eager in a way that somehow contradicted itself. She rambled on and on without a pause as if she was conversing with herself now and not him.

Clearing his throat he decides to intervene, “I can drive you…drive you home I mean.”

Wide eyes met his own as she nodded her head, “I’d love that!”

Opening the already unlocked door of his car she got in leaving Steve to lean against his car. He did a slight double take at how she didn’t even hesitate. Shaking his head he gets into his car, “I’m Steve by the way.”

“Hi Steve, I’m Y/N!”

He had to admit she was rather strange but he found it endearing for some reason. As he drove she gave him directions she spoke with her arms a lot, that was something he noticed. Once they arrived at her house he could only gawk at it. The house was almost a representation of Y/N as it was covered in primary colors. It was almost as if a child was given the liberty to paint a house. Yet it stood out in a way that he wasn’t sure was good or bad yet.

Getting out of the car Y/N slings her backpack over her shoulder shutting the door. Thinking she would just run into her house without a goodbye he was ready to peel off. That was until a knock on his window startled him as he rolled the window down.

“Thanks for the ride Steve, here is your payment.”

She placed something in his hand before dashing up to her door rushing in. Looking down at his hand he noticed four buttons in his hand. A chuckle escaping him at the odd form of payment from the even odder girl.

After that day the two of them found themselves meeting up more often. Beyond the car rides she started showing up at his locker and at his lunch table. And each time she showed up he’d get this unexplainable feeling in his stomach.

“It’s love, goober.”

“Are you sure? I mean I’m not expert but this is Steve we’re talking about, Robin.”

Rolling his eyes at Eddie and Robin he crosses his arms over his chest. “Is this really a time to insult me?”

“Anytime is a good time to insult you.”

Ignoring the cherub goblin he looks over at Nancy who was busy looking through her notes with her boyfriend, Jonathan.

“Nance.”

“It sounds like you do love her, but I think you already know this. Why not make a move lover boy?”

Sitting up straighter he actually considered Nancy’s words, maybe he did love her. While he would tell his friends that he found her little visits somewhat annoying they knew he was lying. He anticipated her random talks, that were very one sided, along with how she always wanted to spend time with him.

“Hi Steve, it’s me Y/N.”

Snapping out of his thoughts he noticed her sitting beside him with half a PB and J in her hand. That same silly smile on her face as she waved her hand at him. How could he not love a face like that it was as if lobe grew wherever she went. Especially when she held his hand it was if he was under a spell he didn’t want to break.

Maybe he did love her…

[ichorai]

almost (sweet music) ; robin buckley.

track two of WASTELAND, BABY!

pairing ; robin buckley x harrington!f!reader

synopsis ; five instances robin fell in love with you just a bit more.

words ; 3.7k

themes ; fluff, mild angst

warnings / includes ; profanity, reader is steve's sister, mild season four spoilers, brief description of injury, one kiss (!!!), lots of seventies/eighties movies, eddie LIVES bcs fuck the suffer bros, steve being annoying but we love him, it's a gay mess in there folks :D two awkward lovesick lesbians <3

main masterlist.

“Back again, nerd?” your brother called out from behind the counter of Home Video, cocking an eyebrow at you as he splayed his palms over the smooth surface. His elbow knocked against the metal rack of snacks just to the side, brightly-colored boxes of Raisinets and Goobers toppling to the ground. 

Barely holding back a snort, you stuck your tongue out at him. “I’m not helping you pick those up. And I’m not here for you. I finished Footloose, so I’m in the mood for something a bit more on the darker side.”

Steve glared at you as he shuffled around the counter, grumpily picking up the boxes from the floor. “Over there,” he bit out, dumping the Raisinets back on the counter with a derisive huff before using his head to beckon towards the back of the store. “Horrors and thrillers are near the back. Robin’s doing inventory, go ask her what’s available.”

Your heart seemed to crawl into your throat at his words, and you managed a tight nod, swiveling on your heel to make your way to the back.

The store was dimly lit with few overhead lights the color of molten honey, accompanied by the neon red signs littered around the store. Your teeth worried on your bottom lip upon seeing the back of Robin’s head pop up from an aisle over.

“Hey Robin,” you said, which startled a small noise of shock out of her. Her head whipped around, eyes blown wide open. 

“Oh my God, you scared the crap outta me!” she spoke over the shelf of films. “You really know how to sneak up on a person, huh?” 

A wince fell from your lips. “Sorry. Steve told me you could fix me up with a couple watches. Anything with horror or action would be great.”

“Yeah, for sure. We’ve got Terminator, The Exorcist, Scarface, Star Wars, Jaws, Mad Max, Nightmare on Elm Street… any of those seem interesting? I personally recommend the last one if you’re in for a good spook. Plus Nancy Thompson in that movie is super—” She abruptly paused in her words, staring at you with owlish eyes. 

You tilted your head. “Super…?”

Scratching the back of her neck, she slowly winced out, “Super, uh, cool. Love her character.” She fumbled for a moment on her side before handing the movie’s sleeve to you over the aisle. 

A gentle smile graced the corner of your lips as you observed the cover art. “I’ll let you know what I think.”

“Yeah!” she blurted out, a bit louder than she meant to be. Rouge dusted over the freckles on her cheeks. She started walking around the aisle to make her way over to you, another movie clutched between her fingers. Before she could even think to stop herself, the words were already tumbling from her mouth, “I mean it doesn’t have much action or horror but one of my favorites is this one called E.T. You should totally watch it, one of my all-time favorites now. I know it seems absurd, your brother tells me I’m a lunatic, but I believe UFOs a hundred percent exist. The universe is just so big, you know? There’s gotta be aliens somewhere out there. Now, I’m not completely bonkers, I don’t believe in stuff like the Jersey Devil—though I’m on the fence with Bigfoot. Big hairy ape-like creatures living in the mountains doesn’t seem too absurd, right? Oh God, I’m talking too much. Am I talking too much? I should shut up. God, this is so embarrassing. I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m saying all this.”

You stood there, smile just about permanently etched into your lips as you listened to her endearing rambles. “No, no, it’s nice,” you said quietly, a stark juxtaposition to her lively chatter. “I like hearing you talk. It’s very insightful.”

The genuine surprise that flooded Robin’s features made your heart break just slightly. How many times has she been told to be quiet and keep her thoughts to herself? You gently took the second movie from her, your fingertips grazing her own.

A quiet, awkward silence filled the space between you, and you scuffed your shoe against the wooden floors before jerking your head to Steve trying to balance a pencil between his nose and mouth. “Thanks for the recommendations, Robin. I’m sure I’ll love them. Make sure my brother doesn’t torture some poor girl into going on a date with him.”

A chuckle bubbled in her throat. “Don’t worry, I’m pretty sure he’s hit a decade-long dry spell—and believe me, celibacy makes him very cranky. I can assure you, that is not fun to deal with.” Robin paused for a moment when you started cracking up with laughter, her stomach squirming with glee. “See you later! Or, maybe not. I hope I do. But if I don’t, that’s fine too, I—I’m doing it again. Shit.”

You wrinkled your nose in amusement, and Robin felt like she was going to spontaneously combust into flames. Did you have to be so cute? 

“I’ll definitely be back sometime soon. See you later!” you said before turning on your heel. Pausing at the end of the aisle, you looked over your shoulder one last time. “Oh, and, for the record, I think you’re right. Our universe is way too big for there not to be any aliens.”

With that, you strode out of the store, flipping Steve the middle finger and high-fiving Dustin who was just making his way inside. 

Robin’s feet were planted to the same spot, her eyes fixated on nothing in particular as she replayed your conversation in her head over and over again. A silly smile had plastered itself over her mouth. 

Shit. This wasn’t good. She wasn’t into her best friend’s sibling, was she? No, that was just absurd. 

You did have a really pretty smile, though.

The Harrington’s doorbell trilled faintly when Robin pressed her finger on the round button. Not even a full second passed by before she pushed on it twice more, tapping her foot against the welcome mat with impatience. Absent-mindedly, she tucked a strand of her short, mousy hair behind her ear—it’d recently been trimmed; partially due to the heat of summer approaching, and partially because Robin knew she’d get back into the nervous habit of chewing on her hair if it got too long.

Finally, the door swung open.

But it wasn’t Steve who greeted her, it was you.

You, with that curious smile Robin had grown so fond of. You, with your multi-hued checkered button down that was far too large for you. You, with a birthmark she’d never noticed before just beside the corner of your eye that Robin wanted to kiss so very badly—

“Hi, Robin,” you said, effectively snapping her out of her reverie. “Are you here for my brother?”

It took her a good second to swallow down the lump in her throat and croak out, “Yeah! Yeah, is he here? See, we’re supposed to go to the arcade today but he told me the arcade isn’t a fun place to hang out anymore, which he only says because I absolutely demolish him in every game we play. So, I’m not so sure, we might be going somewhere else. I’m running my mouth again, aren’t I?”

“It’s fine,” you waved her off with an easy shrug before she could apologize. “I finished Nightmare on Elm Street, by the way. It was really fun! And you were right, Nancy Thompson is super cool in this one. The actress is gorgeous.”

You felt a sudden scuff on your shoulder, Steve’s face appearing only inches away from yours, twisted into a sneer. “Who’s gorgeous? Me?”

“Get off me,” you barked lowly, shoving him away with a palm flat against his cheek. “And none of your business.”

Steve reached over to muss your hair, and you fruitlessly attempted to duck out of his reach, but his damned long arms managed to twist you over and rub his fist over the crown of your head. “Stop, you’re such an ass!” you hissed out, grabbing his thumb to bite down on it. 

Robin watched with amusement as Steve yowled out a string of profanities, jumping back and wiping his finger down his jacket. He glanced over at her before saying, “You know, Y/N has a bunch of posters of actresses she likes. One of Jessica Lange, another of… Jennifer Beals, was it? Oh, and one of Carrie Fisher in that Star Wars movie! In a bikini.”

Eyebrows raised in surprise, Robin swiveled her gaze to you just in time to see your scowl deepen, fist colliding with Steve’s bicep with a satisfying smack. “Shut up, you dickhead! Oh my God!” 

You threw your hands up in exasperation, briefly shooting Robin an apologetic look before swiveling on your heel and storming away.

“Bye, Y/N!” Robin called over Steve’s cackling shoulder. “That was uncalled for,” she said to her friend, who had righted himself whilst swinging the car keys around his pointer finger. “Great taste in actresses, though.”

Mirth danced in Steve’s eyes. He unlocked his car, clambering into the driver’s seat. “You have my approval, by the way,” he commented as soon as Robin swung in. 

The brunette quirked an eyebrow upwards with confusion. “Huh? Approval for what?”

Steve snorted. “If you wanna date Y/N, you have my approval. I say go for it.”

Uncharacteristically, Robin stayed quiet, her mind moving a million miles a minute. If Steve looked over, he probably would’ve seen steam coming out of her ears.

“It’s clear she’s into boobies, too.”

Robin’s heart lurched into her throat. Hollowing her cheeks for a moment, she leaned back into the carseat and shot him a half-hearted glare.

“God, Steve, don’t say boobies!”

A gush of cold air from inside Family Video greeted you as you pushed open the glass door, sheepishly grinning when Robin’s head snapped upwards, a surprised grin flourishing over her face.

“Hey, Y/N! How may I assist you on this fine day?” 

You leaned over the counter and slid E.T. towards her. For a second, Robin seemed mortified, carefully studying your expression for any sign of aversion to the film.

“I liked it,” you reassured her, smoothing your hands down your shirt, exhaling a shallow breath. Damn it, you couldn’t remember the last time you were this nervous. “I was hoping you could recommend something similar! Turns out I’m more into sci-fi than I thought. I never really explored the genre outside of Star Wars, to be honest.”

“Of course!” Robin twisted to snatch a long sheet of laminated paper. “This is a catalogue of all the films we got in here. Pretty stacked—listed in alphabetical order, and the genres are color-coded. Blue for science fiction… right there. I mean, I’d personally recommend Westworld and Alien. Those are classics you can’t miss out on.”

The way your eyes widened as you peered over the list, accompanied by your slightly-parted lips and your nearly intoxicating citrus-scented perfume made Robin’s head spin in the best of ways. Subconsciously, she leaned over closer, the sleeve of her striped tee brushing your arm. 

“I’ve heard Westworld is really good,” you said, looking upwards, mildly surprised to see Robin’s face only inches away from yours. Blinking, you managed a nervous smile before continuing, “Would you, uhm, be willing to rewatch it?”

Robin’s eyebrows inched closer to her hairline in thought. “Westworld? Yeah, I haven’t watched it in a long while. Would be nice to revisit.” 

“Sorry, let me rephrase.” You internally cursed when your voice cracked, and you straightened your spine before stiffly asking, “Would you be willing to rewatch it… with me?”

It took around ten seconds for Robin’s malfunctioning brain to piece together the implications of your original question and it dawned on her that you were asking her out. You were asking her out.

Holy fucking shit.

“Yes!” she blurted out, leaning even closer in her fervor. This close, she could see the tint of your shiny lip gloss, the roiling hues of your eyes, the small, faded scar on the side of your jaw. You were whittled from pure angel’s light, she was nearly sure of it—clementine in aroma, tangerine in joy, marigold in joy. Robin wanted all of you.

The softest of beams canvased itself across your visage. “Perfect. How does this weekend at my place sound?”

“Perfect,” Robin breathily parroted. God, she wanted to kiss you so very badly. “Even if I had plans, I’d cancel ‘em just for this. There’s no way I’m missing out on rewatching Westworld. Nothing like gun-slinging robot cowboys to kick off the weekend. What should I bring?”

You puckered your lips to the side in thought. “Just you,” you said after a short moment, so quiet that it just barely bordered on whispering. 

Her mouth twitched upwards in amusement, mirth dancing amongst the sapphire of her bright irises. “That, I can do.”

“So remind me what we’re making again?” Robin asked as she pushed the cart along.

Your fingers skimmed along the shelves, muttering the labels under your breath until you abruptly stopped. “Molotov cocktails. They’re easy to make, and can do a lot of damage in a short amount of time—let’s just hope Vecna isn’t fireproof. Here, we’re gonna need around four of these jugs of kerosene. Actually, make it five. A little extra won’t hurt.”

Robin helped you load the cart, her eyes trained on you as you pulled out a crumpled list of ingredients from your pocket. “So what’s all this kerosene for?”

“It’s highly flammable��so we’re filling up as many fragile bottles as we can and sticking rags into ‘em to light up when the time comes. Gotta be careful with this stuff though, if it gets too hot, it might just catch on fire and our supply would dry out.”

 “Right,” Robin piped up, following after you with a dazed smile. “You’re really smart, you know that?”

For a second, you froze in place, heat flourishing over your cheeks. “Thanks,” you grunted out, pointedly avoiding her gaze so she wouldn’t see your evidently flustered features.

The two of you left the store hurriedly once Nancy spotted Jason by the gun rack. Nearly half an hour later, you were outside the RV with your brother and Robin, filling the umpteenth bottle with kerosene. Your nerves were practically alight on fire, anxiety clawing away at your insides at the prospect of coming face to face with Vecna—but you managed not to break down into a panicked mess. It was the last thing any of you needed right now.

“I gotta go take a leak,” Steve announced unceremoniously as he hefted himself onto his feet, glancing down at the two of you. “I’ll be back in a bit.”

As he trudged away, you could feel Robin’s eyes shift back onto you. “Y’know, I usually consider myself to be more of a glass half-full kind of person. But…” she bit down on her tongue, forcing her gaze away when you quirked an eyebrow at her.

“But…?”

“I don’t know, I just… I don’t know if we’re going to make it out of this one.”

You tightly pursed your lips at her words, setting down an almost-empty jug of kerosene onto the grass. Boldly, you moved your hands to shift on top of Robin’s knuckles, your thumbs stroking comforting circles into her skin.

“Look, I’m not very good at comforting people—that’s honestly more of Steve’s thing, so bear with me here. Even if this is gonna be the end of the world… I’m glad I’m gonna be by your side when it happens. Besides,” you added, shrugging just slightly with a mild smile twitching at the corner of your mouth, “I always imagined the end of the world to include an alien invasion of some sorts so… I guess this is something of an upgrade.”

An amused snort erupted from Robin and she tossed her head back to laugh full-bellied chuckles. You slipped your hands away from hers so you could get back to work. “It’s a shame we never got around to watching Westworld. A lot’s happened since then, huh? Feels like that was years ago.”

A twinge of sadness splayed over your chest. “Yeah,” you breathed out.

“Would’ve loved to go to England or something before I died,” she hummed absentmindedly as she grabbed another rag to stuff into the glass bottle. “Maybe Greece. Oh, Japan! There’s so many places I’d love to visit. What about you? Do you have any dream destinations?”

“I’d love to go to New Zealand,” you postulated, unscrewing the cap of another kerosene jug.

“Yeah?” asked Robin with a curious lilt to her tone.

You bobbed your head once. “Yeah. It’s quiet there… tucked away at the corner of the world. Away from everything. Gorgeous scenery, too.”

“That does sound nice,” she said, chewing on her bottom lip in thought. “Don’t think I’d have any money for those trips though—at least not if I decide to keep working at Home Video for the rest of my life.”

“I like that you work there,” you put forth without thinking. “Movies made a good reason for me to come and talk to you.”

The grin that flourished over her lips made your stomach turn over with nerves. “You know, in the beginning, I thought you hated me. You’d never talk to me whenever I came over.”

“I was intimidated,” you admitted, wrinkling your nose at the memory. “You were a pretty girl that was friends with Steve. I think I just assumed the worst.”

“Your brother’s a good friend.” She took extra care to emphasize that last word. “But you? Unclear. I mean, it’s totally okay for it to be unclear right now. Besides, it’s not really the time to—”

“It doesn’t have to be unclear,” you interrupted a second too quickly, before wincing at your initial vigor. 

Surprise painted itself crimson over the freckled canvas of her face. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you murmured, sending her a shy smile.

Robin could only beam back dopily, muttering out a dazed, “Cool. Cool, cool, cool,” beneath her breath. Then, she tacked on, “I really, really like you. If that wasn’t clear yet.”

 Before you could vocalize your reciprocation, Steve rounded the corner of the RV, throwing his hands up into the air and exclaiming in exasperation, “Finally! Took the two of you long enough. Jesus, I thought I’d have to lock you guys in a room together or something.”

Hawkins High was transformed into a makeshift shelter after the ‘earthquake’ that Vecna caused. You were hunched over on a medical stretcher, head throbbing from the healing gash on the side of your head. The memory of dried crimson caking the expanse of your cheek lingered in the back of your mind—you had used an alcohol wipe to gently clean the wound, tears stinging the corner of your eyes from the burn. There was also a temporary brace fixed over your badly sprained ankle—an injury you acquired when hacking away at the tentacle-like vines suffocating you and your friends.

Despite your battered state, you still tried helping out, sorting through a couple boxes of clothes beside your brother, who wore an expression of clear concern, constantly mother-henning you into taking a break when that was the very last thing you wanted. 

“Okay, okay, you can sort through these,” Steve relented, rolling his eyes with an exasperated huff. “But you stay sitting. You hear me?”

“Fine!” you snapped back, before biting down on your tongue and shaking your head. “Thanks, Steve.”

Your older brother shot you an indiscernible look, before bending down at the waist and planting a firm kiss onto the top of your head, mussing your hair slightly when he righted himself back up.

The sound of Robin’s voice appearing by your side made a startled noise fall from your throat. “Hey, guys!”

“Aren’t you supposed to be working?” Steve asked, using his head to beckon to the empty food station.

Faint pink canvassed over Robin’s freckled cheeks. “Yeah, I’m just taking a five minute break—I’ve made enough PB and J sandwiches to last a lifetime. Maybe you should go on a break, too.” She glared at him pointedly, clearing her throat whilst using her eyes to gesture to Dustin and Eddie at the other end of the school gym.

Steve wrinkled his nose. “Just say you want to be alone with my sister and go! Jeez, you don’t need to be so cryptic.” The two of you snickered as he grumbled under his breath, folding up the last in his box before clapping Robin on the shoulder and heading off to Dustin, who beckoned him over with a wide grin.

“You alright?” Robin asked, voice suddenly far more tender, gazing across your tired features with a tender expression. “How’s the foot? And the head? Man, you really… really took a beating there, huh? I have to admit, I was genuinely scared that was the last time I’d see you.”

 “I’m okay, I think,” you admitted, shifting slightly so she could sit beside you on the edge of the bleachers with a pained grunt. Robin took a seat, her arm pressed right against yours. She was warm, so very warm, and your sleepy eyes grew hooded with exhaust. “Considering we all almost died.”

A comfortable silence stretched over the two of you, a blanket of security and trust, unspoken feelings.

“I never got to say it,” you mumbled drowsily, the uninjured side of your head dropping to rest onto her shoulder. Robin’s arm went around your back, clutching you to her side with a pleasant hum. She couldn’t help but notice just how nicely you fit against her. “I really, really like you, too.”

Your head lifted just for a moment to get a good look at her expression, which had gotten considerably softer, her bright eyes flickering down to glance at your lips for a moment. You dipped your head once as if to give her the green light—that you wanted her to kiss you.

And she did.

The kiss wasn’t like how they described kisses to be in the movies. There were no fireworks, no explosive passion, no feverish desperation. Only bumping noses and gentle smiles. And it was utterly perfect.

[dilutedmayowater]

Nonono this actually gives me the vibes of a fic i Read a while ago

ITS SO GOOD wintery Christmas vibes enemies to lovers god I wanna reread it now

fourth scene from a nonexistent fic

[joe-mazzello-archive]

weekend plans

eddie munson x fem!reader x steve harrington

summary: you and your roommate eddie invite steve to spend the weekend with the two of you…and things take a turn you couldn’t have predicted.

w/c: 7.2k

rating: 18+ mdni or i will personally fight you

warnings: language, drinking games, smuuuuut, threesome, dom/sub dynamics (sub reader), oral (both m and f receiving), fingering, spanking, unprotected sex (WRAP IT UP Y’ALL), anal, double penetration, pretty much the whole shebang, i’m sorry I AM A WHORE

a/n: yes i have like ten requests in my inbox and several dying breed bonus scenes to write BUT i feel like it’s about damn time i showed this fandom my sluttiness. also to some of you, this fic may be a little familiar. that’s because i’ve decided to adapt it to my current hyperfixation. heads up that this doesn’t have much steddie in it, it’s mostly the boys focusing on the reader. enjoy sluts <3

also ps thank you @munsonquinns and @thefreak-thebanished for betaing for me <3

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“We’ve failed. We don’t have nearly enough beer,” you declare sarcastically, hand gripping the refrigerator door, your face reflecting the glowing light from inside. You eye the roughly thirty cans of various types of beer evenly lined up along the fridge shelf like perfect little soldiers, primed and ready for a very alcoholic war. You hear Eddie’s chuckle from the living room. “Like holy shit, Munson. Is Steve bringing an entire college fraternity with him or something?”

“I wanted to make sure we’d be stocked for the whole weekend,” Eddie calls out to you. “I didn’t want to have to make a second liquor store run.” You shake your head lovingly as you grab two cans of PBR and close the fridge.

“Well, at this point we might not need to make a run for another month,” you counter, plopping down on the couch next to your roommate and handing him one of the beers. Eddie grabs the beer with a grateful grin and pops it open. “What time is he supposed to get here?”

Eddie glances at his watch. “He said he would be here around one, so probably any moment now,” he replies with a shrug.

You’re ecstatic to see Steve. It’s been way too long since the last time you saw him. Even though you ended up moving to the city with Eddie, your relationship with Steve was arguably the strongest of your Hawkins crew. Steve and you clicked almost instantly when Eddie introduced you a few years back; Steve matches your wit, always keeping you on your toes. You’ve always enjoyed pushing his buttons because you know he’ll push yours right back.

The only downside to Steve coming to visit? He’ll be crashing on the couch.

“If only he could swing for a hotel room,” you quip under your breath, both hoping and not hoping Eddie heard you. Eddie reaching across the couch and giving your thigh a squeeze gives you your answer.

“You’ll survive, sweetheart,” Eddie assures, his voice lowering to that familiar timbre but his focus never wavering from the screen before you.

You force yourself to hold back a whimper at his touch, but his words send a warmth straight to your core.

Your relationship with Eddie has very recently evolved from roommate slash friend to something with a few more...benefits. You know that Steve crashing on the couch means that your escapades are put on hold for the weekend. And you can’t help but be frustrated given how new and exciting the arrangement with Eddie is.

You’re brought out of your wandering thoughts by the sound of two knocks against the door. You leap from your seat, rushing towards the door and earning a chuckle from Eddie. You throw it open to reveal your smiling friend before practically tackling him with a hug. Steve wraps his arms around you in response and lifts, spinning you in a circle in his embrace.

“I’ve missed you, goober,” Steve mumbles against your hair before returning you to the ground.

“Missed you too, bud.” You grab Steve’s forgotten suitcase and pull it inside the apartment, Steve following closely behind.

“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes!” Eddie comments before pulling Steve into a tight hug, the pair gently rocking back and forth in each other’s arms. You shake your head lovingly.

“I can’t believe I have to be the third wheel all weekend,” you tease, crossing your arms and giving a fake pout. Steve lets out a chuckle as he releases Eddie.

“Come on, we both know you’re my favorite,” Steve quips, pinching your cheek.

Hours later, the coffee table is littered with empty beer cans, greasy paper plates, and a pizza box with one lone piece left. The three of you have long abandoned the couch, opting to spread out on the floor around the table. You can’t help but grin as you watch your two favorite boys share a laugh while they reminisce about something that happened back in high school.

You throw back the rest of your third beer of the night, the familiar sense of tipsiness spreading through your body. Your gaze lands on Steve, who’s finishing his beer himself, and your eyes drift down to watch the bob of his throat as he swallows the liquid. Steve has a beautiful neck, you think to yourself. Steve has a beautiful everything, really. He’s always been easy on the eyes, and you’d be lying if you said you haven’t thought about crossing that line with him as well.

Eddie clears his throat, pulling you back to reality. You blink, quickly realizing that you’ve been staring at Steve for probably too long. A quick glance at Eddie confirms your suspicions; he meets your eyes with a knowing smirk. Heat fills your cheeks, though you aren’t sure if you’re embarrassed at the fact that you were staring and were caught, or if it’s because Eddie is the one who caught you.

Steve is none the wiser, however, completely distracted by grabbing the last slice of pizza.

“So what’s the plan for the weekend?” Steve asks between bites of pizza. You throw your head back with a laugh.

“It’s cute that you think this one planned anything ahead of time,” you tease, nodding your head towards Eddie.

“Excuse me!” he counters. “I got the beer! Why should I have to plan out the weekend too?”

“Because you’re the creative one!”

“Okay, okay, you two,” Steve cuts in, his voice booming over you and Eddie’s squabbling and heading straight to your core. Fuck, have you ever heard him talk like that? All you know is you want to hear it again. “No need to fight over little ol’ me. I’m sure we’ll figure something out.”

You take a deep breath, willing your body to cool down.

“I’ve got an idea for right now,” Eddie speaks up, shifting to sit on his knees. “Let’s play dare or drink.” Eddie’s eyes meet yours and that knowing look is back. He’s up to something, and you aren’t sure if you’re excited or nervous. Maybe a bit of both.

“Dare or drink?” Steve clarifies, seemingly intrigued. You roll your eyes and stand, headed for the kitchen.

“It’s Eddie’s version of truth or dare,” you call over your shoulder as you make your way into the kitchen. You grab three more beers, knowing full well that the group would need them for the game. You also know you need another drink if you’re going to survive the night. The boys are making you have...thoughts...and you figure alcohol will keep you distracted from them.

“Takes the boring “truth” part out of it,” Eddie explains with a shrug. “We go around in a circle and dare each other to do stuff. You can opt out by drinking.”

“You know, if you’re a pussy,” you add, earning a chuckle from Steve. You rejoin the boys, placing the beers on the table. “I’ll go first!” you announce, returning to your seat.

“I think the guest should go first,” Eddie argues, cocking an eyebrow. You narrow your eyes at him. You can tell he’s plotting something and you definitely don’t like it.

“Fine,” you agree before sticking your tongue out at Eddie. You turn to Steve. “Hit me.”

Steve purses his lips as he deliberates. His eyebrows shoot up, seemingly coming up with an idea. He looks right at you, uttering your name as if he doesn’t already have your undivided attention.

“I dare you to shotgun your beer,” he finally says. You cock your head, trying to contain your laugh.

“So I can either shotgun my beer, or opt to just take one drink?” you clarify sarcastically, pointing out the logic fail in Steve’s dare selection. The man simply shrugs, unaffected by your teasing.

“Yeah, you can opt to just take one drink,” Steve explains, nodding. “You know, if you’re a pussy.”

You let out a scoff, your own words thrown back at you. You narrow your eyes at Steve this time, who simply mirrors your gaze, challenging you. You run your tongue over your teeth before nodding and grabbing your beer.

“Alright, I see how it is, Harrington,” you growl. You stick your hand out in front of you motioning towards the two men. “Someone give me their keys.”

Eddie chuckles, jumping up to grab his keys off the dining table and tossing them to you. You catch them easily, turn the can over, and pierce the bottom. You bring the hole to your lips as you pop the tab, and relax your throat, letting the beer gush down your esophagus with ease. Three gulps and the beer is finished, and you crush the can and toss it at Steve, a victorious smirk on your face. Steve’s mouth hangs open in shock, and you can’t help but feel pride at making the man practically speechless. Steve breaks his stare to glance over at Eddie.

“Is it wrong of me to say that was weirdly hot?” Steve asks Eddie, who lets out a laugh in response. You feel heat rush to your cheeks at the statement, though you convince yourself it’s purely a side effect of the beer you just chugged. You are most definitely tipsy now, reaching that delightful level before officially being drunk.

“Is it wrong if I agree with you?” Eddie replies, a cheeky grin on his face. He quirks an eyebrow at you. “Your turn, Miss Frat Boy.”

You lean forward, resting your elbows on the coffee table and your chin on your interlaced fingers as you think up a dare for your infuriating, yet attractive roommate.

“Alright, Edward,” you sneer. “I dare you to do a shot of hot sauce.” You arch an eyebrow back at him, but Eddie seems unfazed.

“Hmm, not what I expected,” Eddie states, his confidence never wavering. “But, fuck it.”

Eddie jumps to his feet once again, headed towards the kitchen. You giggle at his wording.

“Butt fuck it,” you mumble, earning a laugh and a head shake from Steve.

“Yeah, I bet you’d like that,” Eddie challenges as he returns with the bottle of Tabasco and a shot glass, revealing he’d heard you. Your eyes go wide as that familiar heat returns to your cheeks and ears. You feel like you’ve done a shot of hot sauce yourself. You hear Steve chuckle awkwardly next to you while your eyes fall to your lap. Your imagination suddenly goes wild with dirty thoughts and images, and you take a deep breath while you will them away. You can’t think about that right now. Not with these two right here. So close to you.

The sound of glass on glass breaks you from your stupor, and you glance up to see Eddie tapping the Tabasco against the shot glass to get the fiery liquid out, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. What you wouldn’t give to roll that same bottom lip between your own teeth right now. 

No, you have to stop. You focus on the hot sauce dripping into the small glass, trying like hell to distract yourself. But you are just so fucking horny now. Between Steve’s comment, Eddie’s comment, Steve looking like a snack as always, and the fact that you already know what Eddie looks like under that cotton t-shirt and those tight jeans, you are reeling. You should have known better. Alcohol always makes you horny.

You just have to get through the rest of the night, and then you’ll stick to water and coffee the rest of the weekend. It’s been awhile since you were DD anyway.

“Bottoms up,” Eddie declares before throwing back the shot of the red liquid. He winces as the sauce coats his tongue and throat, immediately grabbing his beer to chase it. He groans as he swallows. “Word of advice, beer is not a good hot sauce chaser.” 

“I’ll make a note of that,” Steve comments with a slight chuckle. “Okay, Munson. Do your worst.”

Eddie leans back, resting against the couch as he crosses his arms and eyes Steve. He then turns his attention to you, arching an eyebrow. He’s doing it again. Scheming. His eyes continue to drift back and forth between you and Steve, and you grow increasingly nervous as the seconds tick by. He has something up his sleeve, you just know it.

“Alrighty, Harrington,” Eddie says, finally breaking the silence. “I dare you...to give this one a hickey.” Your eyes go wide and your jaw goes slack as Eddie points right at you. Oh ho ho ho. What an asshole.

You bite your lip as you peek at Steve, who’s giving you an unreadable look. You’re extremely conflicted. Part of you wants nothing more than to feel Steve’s lips on your skin, sucking and biting, marking you. But you don’t want Steve to be uncomfortable, crossing that line and making things potentially awkward. Then at the same time, you don’t want to deal with the rejection of Steve opting for the drink.

You watch him curiously, waiting for him to do something, say something. You usually can read Steve like a book, but he has never looked at you like this before.

“Okay,” he says. Okay. Okay?

You watch with bated breath as Steve scoots closer to you, until he’s inches away.

“Is this okay?” he murmurs, his breath ghosting across your neck, his eyes piercing. You can barely think, let alone speak, so you simply nod your head.

And then you feel the unmistakable graze of Steve’s lips against your sensitive skin. To your surprise, he doesn’t go right in right away, instead opting to leave gentle pecks across your flesh as he works his way downward. You feel a shiver down your spine as Steve’s hand snakes up the other side of your throat to gently tilt your head, giving him more room. Your eyes flutter closed as his grip tightens around your jaw. After continuing his path down your neck, he centers on a patch of skin where your neck meets your shoulders, and then he opens his mouth, tonguing the delicate spot. You relax into the feeling, leaning even more into Steve’s touch. His lips wrap around the chosen position and suck, and before you can stop yourself, a soft moan escapes your lips.

That familiar heat returns to your cheeks and chest, and your eyes fly open, bracing yourself for Steve to pull away. But your whimper seems to spur the man on, as he continues to suck and lick and nip at your flesh. You almost let your eyes close again, but movement in your peripheral vision catches your eye. Your gaze drifts to the left, and your eyes meet Eddie’s once again. Only this time, his smug grin is gone and is replaced with a look you are quite familiar with. His eyes are hooded, jaw slightly agape, his breath coming out in pants. But then your eyes fall to his lap, where he is very obviously palming his crotch.

Oh. Oh.

Another whimper escapes your lips, feeling overwhelmed. Steve feels like heaven against your neck, running his tongue over the dark mark he caused. Your eyes are glued to Eddie’s hand against his jeans, wanting nothing more than to crawl across the room and help him. You can feel yourself getting wet, the fabric of your cotton shorts growing damp.

Steve’s grip on your face loosens as he slowly pulls away, placing one last peck against your bruising skin.

“I think that’s some of my best work,” Steve announces, breaking the silence while he admires the mark on your neck. You sway a bit as his hand leaves your jaw, in a complete daze as you watch him scoot back over to his original spot. “I believe it’s my turn?”

You hate how nonchalant he sounds. As if he didn’t just make you moan embarrassingly. You look back over at Eddie, who’s shifting to bring his knee up in front of him in an attempt to hide his hard-on from Steve. He clears his throat once again.

“Yep, it’s all you,” Eddie replies, his voice a bit strained. You look back at Steve and are met with a soft, casual smile. How is he this calm?

“Perfect,” Steve acknowledges. His eyes have a mischievous glint to them that makes your already quick-beating heart stutter. “I dare you to give him a lap dance,” Steve proclaims, never missing a beat. He nods his head towards Eddie. Clearly, he had been prepared with his dare.

What the fuck.

You can’t bear to look at Eddie, you know exactly what you’ll see. That all too familiar self-satisfied smirk. Here you are, conflicted again. If you say yes, you’ll have to give Eddie, the guy you’ve been fucking lately who already has a boner, a lap dance in front of Steve, the guy who just sucked on your neck for while. If you say no, you’ll be the first one to chicken out of a dare, and you’ll have to deal with whatever Eddie’s reaction to that would be. Would he make a big deal out of it? Would that open up a can of worms? You aren’t sure how candid Eddie wants to be about your arrangement.

Lesser of two evils. Plus you do kind of want to torture an already aroused Eddie.

“Put on some music or something,” you bark towards Steve before standing up and marching over to Eddie’s spot on the carpet. You stick your hand out, gesturing for Eddie to grab it. He concedes, letting you pull him to his feet. Steve fiddles with the tape player behind you while you grab Eddie’s shoulders, pushing him to sit on the couch. The opening guitar riff of Sweet Emotion plays from the speakers, and you can’t help but smile at Steve’s song choice.

They want a lap dance? You’ll show them a lap dance.

You turn your back to Eddie as you begin to sway your hips to the music. You run your hands up your thighs, your sides, before sliding a hand down your chest. You bend your knees and push your ass back against Eddie’s lap, circling your hips to the beat of the song. His hands grip the edge of the couch cushion as you move, as if he’s afraid to touch you. You roll your body, making sure to grind against his crotch; you can feel he’s still hard beneath you. 

You turn around and ease yourself onto Eddie’s lap, resting a knee on either side of his thighs. You continue to roll your hips, resting your hands on Eddie’s shoulders. His eyes follow your movements, that smirk never leaving his face. You run your hands down his chest before reaching for Eddie’s hands, bringing them to rest on your thighs as you ride him. You grind harder against him, the rough fabric of his jeans rubbing deliciously against your clit. You almost wish he was wearing thinner pants so he could feel how wet you are through your shorts.

You want to throw Eddie off a bit. You know he’s enjoying this, sure. But you want to surprise him, do something to wipe that smug look off his face.

So you grab the hem of your shirt and pull it up and above your head, tossing it behind you. You watch as Eddie’s jaw drops and his pupils dilate.

Bingo.

You lean forward, rolling your body so that with each movement your chest is inches away from Eddie’s face, the lace of your bra practically touching his nose. You feel his fingers twitch against your thighs; he wants to touch more of you. It’s almost as if he isn’t sure if you will let him in front of Steve.

Fuck, Steve. You almost forgot he’s here.

You glance over your shoulder as you continue to circle your hips to the music. Steve is watching you like a hawk, his eyes trained on your body as it moves. His eyes flicker up to meet yours and you arch an eyebrow. Steve immediately flushes, biting his lip at the notion of being caught staring. 

You have both of these boys hooked. You throw caution to the wind, allowing yourself to relax into your dance. No longer are you going to push your dirty thoughts to the side. You decide to accept that this night is headed in this direction, and you are okay with it.

You shoot Steve a wink as you take a hold of Eddie’s hands again, sliding them up your hips and ribs before landing on your covered chest. You cock your head as you watch Eddie run his thumbs over the tops of your breasts before giving them each a gentle squeeze.

You hear the music gently fade out behind you and you begin to slow your hips. You give Eddie a wink this time before climbing off his lap and reaching for your discarded shirt. You pull the garment back on and plop back down on the floor before offering a big smile.

“I think that means it’s my turn, right?” you say cheerfully, glancing between the two men. You watch as Eddie leans back into the couch, crossing his arms once again. That annoying smirk is back as he stares at you. You are about to reveal your dare for Eddie when he suddenly speaks up.

“Actually, I think we need to pause the game for a bit,” Eddie announces before standing up, very obviously adjusting his jeans. “Steve, can you help me with something in the kitchen?”

You and Steve exchange a confused look before Steve gets to his feet.

“Yeah, sure.”

The two men leave you sitting alone in the living room, horny and perplexed. You wonder what Eddie could possibly need help with. You take the opportunity to breathe and reflect on the past few minutes. You never imagined the night would become so...sexually charged. But you suppose that it shouldn’t surprise you, considering your new relationship with Eddie and your ongoing flirtatious friendship with Steve.

You shift on the floor, the dampness of your underwear and shorts starting to become uncomfortable. You wonder if you could quickly change shorts while they were busy. Would the boys notice the change? If they did, would they say anything about it?

Before you can make a move to get up, the men reenter the living room, both with unreadable expressions. Steve pauses behind the couch while Eddie makes his way over to you, squatting down to be at your level. You feel your heart rate pick up, knowing full well they are up to something.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Eddie lilts, the pet name shooting right to your core. “Steve and I were wondering if you wanted to be a good girl for us tonight.” Your heart skips a beat at his words. Does he mean what you think he means? “Both of us.”

Okay. This is happening. You feel your pussy throb at the proposal. You nod vigorously, immediately adopting your normal role.

“Ah ah, use your words, baby,” Eddie chides, taking your chin between his thumb and forefinger. You swallow before speaking up.

“Yes,” you breathe out. “I’ll be a good girl. For you both.” Eddie smiles as he delicately caresses your jaw.

“Good,” he says before standing to his full height. “Why don’t you be a good girl and go get ready for us?”

You practically leap to your feet out of reflex, Eddie’s words causing an almost Pavlovian response. You shoot a quick glance to Steve, who’s eyeing you the same way he was earlier.

You make your way to Eddie’s bedroom, shutting the door behind you once inside. You take a deep breath as you get yourself together. Here you were thinking that sex with Eddie was off the table since Steve was in town. But now you are going to have both of them, at the same time. You feel your pussy throb again as your mind swims with delicious images. You can’t help but wonder what they were going to do to you.

You begin to strip, knowing Eddie always prefers you be ready and presented to him. You pull off your shirt and bra before peeling off your ruined shorts and underwear. You push your clothes pile into the corner and out of the way, and then you sit down on the edge of the bed, your legs slightly spread and your hands resting on either side of you. Your naked body is now on display for them, and you can only sit there and wait. You wonder how long the boys will make you sit here and wait for them, the thought of them leaving you here for a while making you even wetter.

The creak of the door handle pulls you from your thoughts as the door slowly opens. Steve enters first, sauntering into the room as he drinks you in. His eyes roam up and down your body before settling on your glistening core. You bite your lip as he practically eye-fucks you, your heart pounding out of your chest. He’s way too far away for your liking; you need him to touch you. Now.

But you know your role. You have to be patient.

Eddie then enters, his eyebrows shooting up at the sight of you.

“Good girl,” he marvels as he takes his place next to Steve. He turns to the taller man. “You can go first.”

Steve nods before moving towards you slowly, stopping right in front of you.

“Kneel,” he mutters, his voice low and commanding. You immediately comply, dropping to your knees in front of him, looking up at him with wide eyes as you wait for further instructions. “Go ahead and get my dick out.”

Your hands immediately jump into action, reaching to unbutton his pants and fumble with his zipper. You reach into his waistband, wrapping your fingers around his half-hard cock before pulling it out of his boxers.

“You gonna let me fuck your throat, hmmm?” Steve asks, the tone of his voice contrasting with the dirtiness of his words. Just the thought of Steve cumming down your throat causes you to shift, rubbing your thighs together for some friction. You begin to pump your hand, getting him fully hard as you reply.

“Yes, please,” you whimper before giving his tip an experimental lick.

“Why don’t you tell Steve your safe word, baby?” Eddie implores from across the room. He’s leaning casually against his dresser, his arms crossed as he watches you.

“Tomato,” you answer obediently.

“And if you can’t talk?”

“Two pats,” you reply meekly, demonstrating the action against Steve’s still clothed thigh.

“Good girl.”

With Eddie satisfied, you get to work, licking a thick stripe up the underside of Steve’s cock. His hands immediately fall to your head, resting gently on either side. You swirl your tongue around his entire member before tonguing his slit and lapping at the bit of precum that has already trickled out. You circle your lips around his tip, sucking gently before sinking your head down onto him completely. Steve lets out a shaky breath above you as you slowly pull back, leaving his tip on your tongue. You sink back onto him again before getting into a rhythm, bobbing your head up and down on his cock. You hollow your cheeks as you feel Steve’s grip on your head tighten.

You begin to work on relaxing your throat, wanting to take Steve in deeper. You tilt your head back slightly before reaching up to grab each of Steve’s wrists, signaling that he has control now. He starts with slow thrusts into your mouth, his cock now hitting the back of your throat with each move of his hips. Small grunts leave Steve’s lips as he feels you slightly gag around him. Tears prick your eyes as he continues to fuck your throat just like he said he would, your hands dropping to your sides and clenching into fists.

Out of the corner of your eye you notice Eddie begin to move closer. At some point he freed his own cock and is slowly stroking it as he stalks towards you.

“You gonna be a good girl and take everything Steve gives you? Huh? You gonna swallow every drop, sweetheart?” 

You whine as you attempt to nod your head, Steve’s grip not allowing for too much movement. You try to discreetly shift your thighs again, your neglected core practically dripping onto the carpet below you. 

“Ah ah ah, you know better,” Eddie chides, clearly noticing your movement.

You moan around Steve’s cock in response, feeling it twitch in your mouth. He gives a few more thrusts before stilling above you with a deep grunt, his seed coating your throat and tongue. You bob your head a few more times as he works through his orgasm, not wanting to miss a single drop of his cum, just like you promised.

His hold on your hair loosens as he pulls you off of his softening cock. You make a show of swallowing dramatically, before presenting your open mouth for both men to see.

“Good girl,” Eddie says before pulling off his shirt and tossing it to the side. Steve stumbles off to the side of the room as he tries to catch his breath. But your eyes are now on Eddie, who’s hard as a rock and moving towards you like you are his prey. “Why don’t you go ahead and get on the bed? You’ve been so good so far, let me take care of you.” You jump to your feet, clambering onto the bed behind you. “Lay down for me, sweetheart.”

You do as you’re told, laying back on your elbows and instinctually opening your legs.

“Look at how wet you are for us,” Eddie comments, reaching out to run his thumb up your inner thigh, but stopping short of where you need him. His eyes sparkle as he watches your pussy contract around nothing, your wetness dribbling down your pussy lips. “Now you know the rules, sweetheart. No coming until I say so. Understand?” 

You nod, begging Eddie with your eyes to just touch you already.

“I need to hear it, baby,” Eddie reminds you before giving your clit an unexpected pinch. You yelp at the action, nodding once again.

“I understand, I understand,” you plead. Eddie smiles before running his thumb across your core, barely touching the sensitive area.

“Good.”

He sinks one finger inside of you easily, earning a deep moan from you. He begins to trace slow circles against your wall, as if he’s searching for something. The pad of his finger presses against that particular spot and you keen, your hips shooting off the bed. He begins to slide his finger in and out of you at an achingly slow pace, watching you writhe under him. You can already feel your orgasm building and he’s barely done anything. You know you’re in for trouble.

Eddie slides another finger inside of you, stretching you deliciously and lighting a fire in your soul. How one man can bring you to ruin with just his fingers, you’ll never understand. His pace quickens as he works his fingers in and out of you, your entire body burning with desire. You’re starting to get worried that you won’t be able to hold back, that you’ll come undone on his fingers and have to face the consequences. He’ll probably won't let you come for a week. Or even longer. Or fuck, he might even stop everything all together and leave you here, an absolute mess, before things even get good.

“You getting close, sweetheart?” Eddie questions, an evil tone to his voice. “Don’t you dare come.” And just as you’re about to swear you won’t, Eddie’s thumb began to rub tight circles on your clit. You cry out as he toys with your sensitive nub, his fingers never slowing their speed. You grip the comforter below you, attempting to ground yourself. You know you’re entering dangerous territory as you grind your hips against Eddie’s hand.

“Please, please let me come,” you beg, your voice whiny. “I’m so close.” Eddie’s fingers press hard against your g-spot as his thumb kneads your clit. You can feel yourself getting closer and closer and closer and you can’t hold it back anymore.

And then Eddie pulls his hand away completely, leaving you empty.

“No, I think you need to wait a little longer,” Eddie decides, an annoying playfulness to his voice. He meets your pleading eyes as he pops his fingers into his mouth, sucking off your juices and moaning at the taste of you. Your chest heaves as you attempt to get a hold of your breath. Your entire body is screaming, begging for release. It takes all of your willpower to keep your hands glued to the bed, knowing that if you even attempt to try to finish yourself off, this will all be over in a second.

You glance over at Steve, who since you last laid eyes on him has apparently shed his jeans, leaving him in his boxers and t-shirt. He’s tucked himself back into his underwear, as evidenced by the bulge that has already re-formed under the cotton. His eyes are dark, watching you pant on the bed, but he doesn’t make a move.

“Alright, sweetheart,” Eddie says, pulling your attention back to him. “Since you’ve been so good, following directions so well, why don’t you tell us how you want to finish?”

Your eyes fly back and forth between the two men as you ponder Eddie’s words. Who are you kidding? You already know the answer.

“I want you both,” you breathe out, your voice hoarse from the events of the night. “At the same time.”

The men exchange looks and Eddie’s face lights up.

“I had a feeling that would be the case,” he declares before turning to Steve. “You can have her pussy. I’ve been thinking about fucking her ass ever since her dumb joke earlier.”

You swallow as you let Eddie’s words sink in. Steve lets out a little chuckle in response before pulling his shirt over his head. He sheds his underwear next, leaving him standing there in his naked glory. You cann’t help but ogle him, fuck he’s beautiful.

“Well while you get her prepped, I want to taste her,” Steve announces, sounding much more confident than he was earlier. Your heart almost pops out of your chest at his words. You watch as Steve stalks towards you before climbing onto the bed and laying down with his legs dangling off the edge. He crooks his index finger at you, signaling you to come closer before he pats his chest.

Fuck. He wants you to sit on his face.

You crawl towards him, straddling his sternum. He smiles as he runs his hands up your thighs, his eyes sparkling as he looks up at you. You can’t help but mirror him. Behind you, you hear Eddie open his bedside table, and you let out a sigh of relief that he’s prepared for this.

Steve grips your thighs, moving you into position above him as you feel the bed dip behind you. You glance over your shoulder to see Eddie settling next to you, now completely naked as well, a bottle of lube in his hands. Before you can react, you feel the unmistakable prodding of Steve’s tongue against your folds. You lean forward and plant your hands against the bed, dropping your hips lower so Steve has better access. His tongue begins to explore your folds, lapping up every drop of your wetness. You’re sensitive from Eddie’s earlier ministrations, and Steve’s tongue is doing wonders for you. You whine and whimper as his tongue swirls around your clit, playing with the little bud.

You lose yourself in the feeling of Steve’s mouth against you as he eats you out like a starved man. You’re so distracted you almost miss the swipe of Eddie’s lubed up finger against your asshole. You flinch instinctively, but Eddie shushes you.

“Relax, sweetheart. It’s just me,” he cooes. You nod, trying to focus on Steve’s tongue once again. As Eddie’s finger works to coat the outside of your puckered hole with the warm liquid, you moan as Steve’s lips wrap around your clit. He sucks hard, earning another whine from you as Eddie gently begins to ease his finger in.

You focus on relaxing into the feeling, knowing that the pleasure is worth the initial discomfort. Eddie continues to work his finger into you as Steve begins to thrust his tongue into your core. You’re starting to get close, but you aren’t sure if you’re allowed to come yet.

“Make sure to stop before she comes,” Eddie reminds Steve, as if he can read your mind. “Trust me, it’ll be worth it.” Eddie’s favorite thing about edging you is always the way you come around his cock later.

You whine above Steve as he pulls away slightly, opting to place open-mouth kisses along your inner thighs. Eddie begins to add a second finger, the lube allowing him to stretch you pretty easily.

“You’re doing so good, baby. Almost ready for me,” Eddie praises, working his fingers in and out of you with relative ease. The pain has almost subsided completely, and Steve returns his tongue to your folds. You’re almost overwhelmed by the sensation. If this is how good it feels now, you almost can’t wait for what it’ll feel like to have both of them inside you.

Eddie eases his fingers out of you completely before grabbing your hip with his clean hand.

“Go ahead and get into position, sweetheart,” Eddie instructs. You scoot down Steve’s body slightly, moving to straddle his hips. You eye Steve’s glistening chin and you can’t help but lean down and capture his lips in a kiss, loving the taste of yourself on his tongue. As you lick into his mouth, you reach between the two of you, gripping his cock and giving it a quick squeeze. Steve moans into your mouth as you position him at your opening. You rub his tip against your folds, coating him in your slick before sinking down on him in one movement. 

You both let out twin groans as you marvel in the feeling of Steve being completely sheathed inside you. You roll your hips once experimentally, keening as his tip rubs against your walls. The bed dips as Eddie kneels behind you, fisting his cock as he lubes it up. He grabs the bottle once more, pouring a few more drops onto your hole before capping it and tossing it aside. His thumb works to coat your entrance once more before he presses the tip of his cock against you. Your head drops to Steve’s shoulder as you let out a deep breath. You wait patiently as Eddie starts to work his cock into you, causing you to clench around Steve.

Eddie is big, definitely bigger than two fingers, so he takes his time, softly rolling his hips as he stretches you out. The feeling is unpleasant at first, but you work to relax yourself, knowing it will be worth it. After a few more moments and a few more thrusts, Eddie’s hips are flush with your ass cheeks. You feel so fucking full.

“God, you feel so good, baby. So good,” Eddie groans out as his hands come to rest on either side of your hips. “You okay?”

“I’m…I’m so good,” you assure, your chest heaving. “But I need you both to start moving.”

And move they do. The two men work with you to establish a rhythm, you work yourself up and down on Steve’s cock while Eddie pumps himself into your ass. You’re practically bursting, your senses completely overwhelmed by the feeling of both of them inside you. The room is filled with groans and grunts, each one of you chasing your pleasure. One particular thrust has Steve hitting a spot inside you that makes you cry out, your hands gripping his biceps and no doubt leaving half moons in his skin. Steve’s hands find your breasts, pulling and kneading at the mounds before rolling your nipples between his long fingers. You feel Eddie’s hand come down against your ass cheek with a resounding smack, before he rubs and soothes the skin.

“You look so good like this baby,” Eddie exclaims, giving your ass another smack.

“Fuck, she squeezes me so hard every time you do that,” Steve groans out. Eddie smacks your other ass cheek this time, and Steve grunts below you.

You can feel yourself getting close once again, each thrust of hips bringing you closer and closer to the edge. You feel Eddie’s cock twitch inside you as his thrusts become sloppier.

“Fuuuuck,” Eddie calls out as he comes, his seed spilling deep inside you. You can feel each spurt of cum as he rides out his high, his hips ramming against your ass. You whimper as he pulls out, giving your hips a squeeze as he climbs away. Steve’s hands immediately replace Eddie’s as he begins to thrust up harder into you. Tears roll down your face as you feel yourself on the brink of coming.

“Please, I’m so close,” you cry out. Eddie’s hand shoots out of nowhere, two fingers centering in on your clit and giving it a harsh rub.

“Go ahead, baby,” Eddie murmurs into your ear. “Come all over Steve.”

A switch flips inside you and you come hard and loud, your entire body flailing as the waves of pleasure hit you one after another. You feel a gush of liquid below you as your pussy contracts around Steve’s cock. The man lets out a loud, deep groan and he tips over the edge, shooting his cum right up into you. Your hips spasm as you ride out your high, before eventually your arms give out. You collapse against Steve’s chest as you feel him begin to soften inside of you.

The room is filled with heavy panting, all three of you trying in vain to catch your breath. Your sensitive pussy aches, and you ease yourself off of Steve before crumpling onto the bed next to him. Your eyes flutter closed and you focus on slowing down your heart rate.

You almost drift off to sleep before you feel a warm wet cloth between your thighs. You open your eyes to find Eddie wiping away at your mess, and you offer him a sleepy smile as a thank you. Satisfied with his work, Eddie tosses the rag to the floor before climbing back up onto the bed. You feel two hands gently pull you up towards the pillows and before you know it, you’re cuddled between Steve and Eddie, each turning to face you. Steve’s arm snakes around your waist and pulls you against his chest as Eddie reaches up to gently caress your face.

“You did such a good job, sweetheart,” Eddie praises, his thumb softly tracing your jawline. “You were so good for us.” You hum as you relax against the soft bed, completely content with your current situation.

“Well, I guess we know what we’re doing this weekend,” you announce sleepily, earning a chuckle from both men. Your eyes fall closed once again, and you let yourself drift off to sleep, feeling absolutely blissed out between your two favorite boys.

[sabbathbloodysabbeth]

Eddie Munson is the type to listen to goofy goober rock on repeat while eating ranch on pizza while his roommate, Steve Harrington is staring at him with heart eyes while also making a appointment to get him checked out for autism.

[voidrott3d]

Eddie interacting with small kids brain rot.

He takes their baby babble very serious, shushes any adult that interrupts, “Excuse me we’re having a CONVERSATION!” Turns back to chubby cheeked toddler. “as you were saying, man.”

Absolutely hyping them up when they’re coloring/drawing, may or may not cry when the kid tells him they colored it for him. Dad!Eddie would keep every single art piece, macaroni necklace. Steve trying to bargain with Eddy on what can stay up because he can’t even SEE the fridge and Eddie just >:( at him

You look at that goober on wheels and tell me he doesn’t let little kids win they play wrestle him, he dramatically pleads for Steve to rescue him from a three year old on his back, “AVENGE ME HARRINGTON!” and flops over defeated

Eddie covered in kids sitting all around him as he reads the hobbit, very over the top voices. Hell even the adults join the pile to listen to Eddie read.

Teaching them to build fairy homes out in the woods like his mother did with him.

His kid in his bands shirts and he’s teaching them to head bang.

“Should I teach them the family tradition of hot wiring a car Stevie..”

“Eddie if I get car jacked by a toddler we’re divorcing.”

[xirayn]

Spider-man AU

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The little spider-kid is staring up at him with the eyes of his black and red suit wide. Steve thinks he might be starstruck. Probably, considering this guy seems to be stealing his whole brand.

"You're-"

The eyes of Steve's own red mask roll. "Yep."

"But you-"

"Nope."

It had been a whole thing. Factors bigger than the city had made Spider-Man, aka Steve Harrington, abandon his post for coming up on a year now. Apparently, in that time, someone else had stepped up. He was grateful. It made him feel less guilty about how long he had stayed away, but Eddie had needed the time to get Venom under control or domesticated or whatever they were now unless they wanted another Carnage situation.

"How does the quote go? The rumors of my death something, something, whatever. Mark Twain"

"The report of my death was an exaggeration."

"That's the one. Hey, you found the goober." With a flick of his wrist, Steve used his web to snag the flash drive out of the kid's hand. He'd been on his way to the lab to find it when he ran into his mini-me. "I'll take it from here, kid. Go hang your suit up and concentrate on your studies or find yourself a girl... Or boy, I'm not one to judge."

Steve stepped off the edge of the building, adjusting to the change in angle as if he had just turned a corner as he started to walk down the brick wall.

"H- hey!" Spider-kid scrambled after him, obviously not as experienced or confident as Steve was. "You can't just take that."

"Can and did." A little wiggle of the drive added to the taunt. Spider-kid tried to pull the same move Steve had only for Steve move his hand before the web was even close.

"Vecna has one of my friends."

The desperation in the kid's voice made Steve stop. Robin and Nancy had gotten all of the information about Henry Creel aka Vecna. At least, all the information they needed. Most of it was pretty standard: 'angry white man takes it out on humanity rather than get therapy'. Where Creel differed is he had psychic powers and had gotten his book on what Eddie and Dustin called the necronomicon. That would be more of a nuisance if not for the alien technology he had gotten his hands on that let him actually use it.

So Steve had to destroy the technology (hence the goober), save the blood sacrifices because of course the ritual or spell needed blood sacrifices, and defeat Vecna. Even with Venom, Scarlet Spider, and Black Cat helping him, that was going to be a lot.

"Ugh, fine! Always the babysitter." He starts to walk and notices Spider-kid is still clinging to the wall staring at him. "Come on. Let's go."

Spider-kid snaps put of his shock to stand and walk over the wall to Steve like he's walking on thin ice.

"Come on, kid. Try to keep up. Jeeze, I'm regretting this already."

Steve sent out a web and jumped.

[prettyboyeddiemunson]

Howdy howdy howdyyy again 😈 I was just thinking about like the idea of skinny dipping at night with Eddie. Like concept wise it’s great but really thinking about it I know my dumb ass would feel one of those like underwater lake plants touch me and I would simply pass away. I would not be able to be sexy and alluring I would just be a goober hahah but I was curious to know your thoughts!! Would you ver try to skinny dip or have you???

IT IS A GREAT CONCEPT!!

but i totally agree, like i’m not a fan of deep water or water i just can’t see the bottom of in general! i love swimming, but i’ll really only do it in pools for that reason. plus, some lakes just seem kinda dirty and it gives me the ick 😩

i’d totally skinny dip with him in a pool, though! like could you imagine the two of you crashing steve’s place, just to swim naked in his pool? that would be kinda funny, not gonna lie, and obviously it would be eddie’s idea. he would pester you, just like, “so, harrington’s not gonna be home tonight. what do you say we use his pool? 😏”

it takes some convincing, but you finally give in. he parks his van in a hidden spot, and the two of you are dragging towels & stuff with you through the woods to get to his house. when you get there & get stripped down, he’s picking you up bridal-style and jumping into the water with you. and, of course, he’s gonna get super handsy almost immediately. you’re trying to actually swim, and he’s coming up behind you to kiss your neck & shoulders, touch your breasts, play with your clit, anything you can think of. he’s rubbing his erection against your ass, saying that he can’t help how fucking hot you are and how good you always look naked.

and then he would probably fuck you right there. i can see him making a joke about how you won’t have to clean up, since you’re already in the water. then, two seconds later, he’s proposing you break into the house and fuck in steve’s bed “just for the hell of it.” the little shit.

[sabbathbloodysabbeth]

Inspired by this post @xoxogabriella hope you don’t mind me using your art for inspiration (:

*based in 1987, where everyone’s finishing up school due to it not being in session after all of the “earth quakes” that and I realize I made plot hole and I’m to lazy to fix it*

Eddies hair whips around in whatever direction the wind wants to take it, fingers strumming on the drivers wheel as his other hand fidgets with the rings on his right hand. Leaning forward a bit as he looks out the front window, trying to make sure he didn’t get to close to the bumper of the car that was driving twenty in a fifty zone. He was tempted to start honking, but he recognized the car belonged to one of the older woman a few trailers down from his. She was a sweet lady, but her driving skills sucked. There was literally no one else on the country road except her and his van. Groaning he’s tempted to throw his head back in a dramatic way, just to make Chrissy laugh in his passenger seat. A sweet laugh that made his stomachs do flips. If he wasn’t currently into someone else, and she wasn’t into someone else they would have been dating by now. “Eddie! Eyes on the road you goober?” Chrissy has the passenger mirror pulled down as she does a attempt at fixing her hair. Which was in a high pony tail, to go along with the cheer outfit she was wearing. Moving her leg up on the glove department as she fits herself into a awkward way so that she could start to adjust what was underneath her skirt. The first sign that the two were a little to close. Though that point may have been proven with the fact that Eddie was currently wearing one of her newer thongs that one, she did not want back and two, he couldn’t take off until he grew a pair and asked Steve Harrington out.

Eddies eyes flick over to her in response before returning back to the road, nearly cheering when the woman’s turn signal starts to click on and off. Moving to lay back in a more relaxed position in his seat with a loud sigh. Before he’s yelping when he feels lace riding up his ass. Grunting he doesn’t hesitate moving his hand down to adjust his crotch and try to pick the worst wedgie known to man. His attempts at being discreet fail as Chrissy snorts next to him. “You know if you just asked him out you wouldn’t have to be wearing that thong right now.” She giggles. Moving the mirror up to click back into place as she gets situated in her seat. Moving to grab the seat belt to put back on, clicking it into place right as Eddie purposely breaks a bit harder forcing her to fall forward. Messing up her hair that fell in her face, sticking to her make up. Spitting lose strands out of her mouth she moves and punches him in the shoulder. Smiling proudly as he yelps out, rubbing his shoulder in pain as he winces.

“Chrissy! You hit harder then my dad after a few to many,” he jokes, knowing she didn’t enjoy his taste in dark jokes. The cheerleader doesn’t even bother to a-knowledge that joke as she starts to fix herself again.

“You know Teddy bear, it’s no big deal, I like dick, you like dick and Steve Harrington definitely loves cock. Have you not see the way he praises KFC when he’s out with Robin.” Chrissy is teasing, enjoying the way Eddie’s face goes a bright pink in response. Moving to quickly try and turn up the Ozzy album that was currently playing. In a attempt to drown her out. Only causing her high pitch giggle to somehow go over the guitar solo that was playing. His hand is slapped away as Chrissy moves turning it down. Beaming as she twists her body to look at Eddie. A knowing look on her face as she playfully pouts. “You know, at this rate you might have to start tucking so you don’t rip that thong. Remember what that drag queen said about how you shove it in and use tape to pull your dick back-”

“Will you stop talking about Dick! And I will not be tucking my jewels away, I’m wearing them loud and proud and if that means I have to buy a new pack of thongs then so be it. That’s gods will Chrissy, and who am I to break his-” Eddies rambling as his hands fly around in the air. Chrissy’s laughing harder as they pull into town.

“Eddie, Eddie, Eddie-” she chants out louder over his words to get his attention. Getting it only after a few attempts, “I’m sorry to inform you of this but Steve Harrington definitely has a thing for dick. Did you not see him in that scoops ahoy uniform? Or the way he was drooling over Johnny Depp in that denim vest on twenty one street? I even asked Robin how many tapes he’s recorded of the damn show and she says he has a full shelf dedicated to the damn show, now that isn’t straight behavior everyone knows you don’t watch that show for the plot. Apparently he has season one all recorded.” Chrissy is talking in a scandalous tone as Eddie groans. He was aware of how obsessed Steve was with that show. It was one of the first things he clicked with after the whole world ending situation. It had been the first show to start airing when everything started to become “normal” which was a little over a year after everything that had happened.

“First off, it’s 21 Jump Street-”

“Oh my god! He’s gotten you to!” Chrissy squeals right as Eddie parks right in front of family video. Where they would most likely find their dinguses doing something stupid.

“Oh shut up, and second don’t act like you aren’t whipped for Robin!” Eddie points a finger at her with raised eyebrows.

“Hey! At least I know she likes boobies.” Chrissy giggles as she hops out of the van. Slamming the door to the van ending the conversation there.