#steve harrington x eddie munson

[georgiaspeachy]

A tribute to Steve Harrington

he was openly bisexual. he didn't know that but he was

[daryldamnson]

pairing:  pre-relationship steve harrington x eddie munson

summary:   eddie comes out to steve and it goes about as well as robin said it would (very well)

aka me writing a coming out fic vs the bat boys wanting to gossip and giggle

word count:  1,563

ao3 link

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“Robin told me something yesterday.”  Eddie pauses, nerves tickling in his chest as he flips back and forth between following through and backing out.

“Oh?” Steve asks distractedly, focused on the careful unlacing of his shoes.  There’s another pause as Eddie dithers once more, and Steve takes the opportunity to fully comprehend the statement.  “Oh god, it wasn’t about when I fell asleep at work, was it?  Because I swear there were no customers, and I –”

“No, no.” Eddie interrupts, shifting a little to the left as Steve joins him on the bed.  He wouldn’t normally, content to press as much of himself against Steve’s side as possible, but tonight is different.  Tonight Steve might want the space.  “It wasn’t about you.  It was… It was about her.  About her and… Girls.  How she feels about them.  And not about guys?”

He feels dumb.  In both ways.  Like his mouth and his brain have been filled with cotton and it’s left him stumbling over his words in a nigh incoherent babble.  He sucks in a stuttered breath - like that’ll help - and continues.

“She said, um…  She said you knew?  That she’d told you about it?”

“Yeah,” Steve agrees softly, before something seems to occur to him and he frowns a little as he glances at Eddie.  “Why?  D’you have a problem with it?”

Eddie’s shocked into silence for a second.  The idea that he could exist in a world where Steve Harrington would lecture him about homophobia felt so incredibly removed from any reality he’d ever have conceived even six months ago, it takes him a second too long to answer, and Steve’s face morphs from suspicious into a disappointed frown. 

“No!  No, man, of course I don’t.”  The idea is kind of laughable really, but Steve doesn’t know that.  He takes him at his word, though, and smiles amiably.

“Good.  I’m glad she told you.  She’s been thinking about it for a bit.  I said I thought you’d be cool about it.  That’s like, your whole thing, right?  Anti… Anti-estabsh… Whatever.  Against the grain and shit.  Would’ve sucked to find out you were secretly an asshole.”

Steve flashes him one of those smiles.  The ones that say I’m making fun of you but you’re in on the joke and I’m so fond of you together in one.  Directed at Eddie, they never fail to make his chest feel warm and he can’t stop the answering grin from spreading over his own face, even in spite of his nerves.

“Yeah.  I’m big into all that anti-establishment shit.  That’s what metal’s all about, dude!  Fighting back against the man - capital T, capital M.”

Eddie relishes in every chuckle his antics pull out of the prettiest boy in the midwest, and he takes an extra second to enjoy this one before he sucks in another breath and continues.

He can be brave.  He can.

“But that’s not the only reason I’m, like, totally chill about it.”

There’s another beat of silence but Steve only waits patiently, face open and eyes curious.  

“It would be…” Eddie drags out the vowel, tilting his head in Steve's direction to cover up the fact that he just can’t hold eye contact anymore.  “Hypocritical of me, to judge Robin.  For liking girls.  Since I…  We’re the same.  Or, I guess opposite, when you really think about it.  Batting for your own team but we’re on different teams, y’know?”

Another silence.  Eddie’s anxious and Steve’s confused.  Calculating.  Eddie can almost hear the thoughts beating one by one through Steve’s head.  The steady way he assesses things.

Liking girls.  The same.  Liking girls?  Opposite.  Own team.  Oh.  Oh.  Opposite.  Liking boys.

“Oh,” Steve murmurs, proving Eddie’s assessment correct.  He usually gets there; you just have to give him a little time sometimes.  It’s something the kids aren’t always good at, but Eddie’s a patient man.  Sometimes.  For Steve.  “Oh.  You’re… Gay?”

The hesitation is fair, Eddie supposes - he couldn’t bring himself to say the actual word so why should Steve?

He casts a sideways glance towards him as he nods in answer, eyes immediately catching on that immutable gaze.  Warm, steady, Steve.  Unchanged and unwavering, even through Eddie’s confession.  Comforting in its familiarity.

Something washes over Steve’s face then, a flicker of oh shit, like he’s suddenly remembered he’s left the oven on, and Steve is the one close to babbling.

“Oh, uh, thank you for telling me, man, I’m, uh, I’m really glad you felt you could trust me.”  He smiles softly, nodding once as if to punctuate his words and then, wonderful, beautiful Steve, he reaches out to grip Eddie’s shoulder with his hand.  It’s nothing in the grand scheme of things - Eddie’s always been a touchy guy once given permission and hell if Steve doesn’t love to permit - but it means a lot.  It says a lot.

It says I’m not going to treat you any differently.  It says I’m still your friend.  It says I accept you, even when a lot of people wouldn’t.

“Yeah?”  He has to check.  He has to.

“Yeah,” Steve says, sure as anything.

There’s a pause as Eddie tells himself he absolutely cannot cry over this.

Flip the script.  Humour.  Jokes.  Teasing.  Goodbye genuine emotions.

“Did Robin train you to say that?”

Steve’s earnestness cracks into laughter.

“Yeah.  She said I was great when she came out, but also awful.  And, y’know, I wanted to be ready if anyone…  If one of the kids…  I don’t know.  I just wanted to get it right.”  He shrugs, earnest look back at full blast.  “I wanted whoever to know they were safe with me.  That it wouldn’t change how I saw them.  That it’s okay.  Normal.  Y’know.”  

Another shrug, a little self-deprecating.  Eddie’s drowning in affection.

“Yeah.  Yeah, I do know.”  There’s a beat where the air feels too heavy with emotion for Eddie’s liking so he cracks another grin.  “You did great, man.  A plus.  I’ll tell Robin you’re a great student.”

Steve practically giggles, and Eddie feels brave enough to nudge his shoulder against Steve’s.  There’s not even a hint of hesitation as Steve pushes back into the touch.

“But now you absolutely have to tell me what you said that was so awful you needed to learn lines before you were allowed to do this again.”

He’s genuinely curious.  All Robin had told him was that Steve had been great.  Didn’t even hesitate.  Put her at ease immediately and that she had no doubt Eddie’s own secret would be safe with him.  She’d pushed that point firmly.

“Oh, I, uh, I made fun of the girl she was crushing on.”

Eddie’s eyebrows raise, eyes widening and lips twitching with laughter.

“What?”

“Yeah, I…  Look, y’know what - I stand by it.  Total dud.  Robbie can absolutely do better.  I mean, Tammy Thompson?  Really?”

He sounds genuinely outraged.  It cracks Eddie up so much he ends up having to use Steve’s arm to hold himself up.

He categorically does not think about how firm said arm feels under his grip.  He doesn’t.

“She was crushing on Tammy Thompson?”

“Yeah.  Said she had ‘inspirations’ or some shit.  I said she wasn’t gonna get anywhere singing like she did.”

“I think you mean aspirations.  Like, goals in life?  But, yeah, that girl couldn’t hold a tune if you handed one to her.”

Steve laughs again, head thrown back and Eddie has to gulp audibly as he stares at the exposed skin of Steve’s neck.

He is not going to bite it over one of those gorgeous little moles.  He’s not.

“I told her she sounded like a muppet.”

Eddie feels like he’s getting whiplash.

“You told Tammy that?”

“What?  No!  I’m not an entire asshole.  I told Robin that while we were crazy high on Russian truth serum so it’s not, like, entirely my fault, I think.”

Eddie practically giggles, smacking both his hands over his face as he does.

His mood has taken such a drastic turn, he can hardly believe it.  Trust Steve to take him from a ball of anxiety and turn him into a giddy mess.  It’s almost infuriating how Eddie’s crush blooms at every example of Steve just being Steve.

Eddie shakes his head, baffled, amazed, and so utterly fond he feels like his heart is flip-flopping in his chest.

”Thank you, though.  Seriously.  For trusting me with that.  It means a lot.”

The earnest look is back and Eddie can only smile.

”You’re a good guy, Harrington.  I never would’ve guessed it a year ago, but it’s true.  One of the best, I might argue.”

Steve flushes an endearing pink at that.  Eddie’s heart does not stutter in his chest at that visual.

“Right back at you, Munson.”

There’s a beat where they sit together, smiling like idiots, before Eddie claps his hands together and announces that he needs a beer.  Steve is all too eager to follow him to the kitchen and the evening is wasted away with cheap beer, a good movie, and better company.

And if Eddie has only confessed one of his tightly-held secrets then he thinks that’s plenty in the grand scheme of things, and he’s certainly not going to push his luck by admitting he’s pretty sure he’s in love with one of his best friends.

Nope.  That one stays under lock and key.

[resande]

Imagine steve dreaming eddie got out of ud and the paramedics arrived but they were refusing to treat him and steve feeling it all in slow motion anf couldn't move closer to eddie.

Eddie wakes up in the middle of the night to an empty bed and he hears Steve crying in the shower (he didnt want to wake eddie after a nightmare) but eddie just strips down and immediately gets in there with him.

Steve trembling from fear and crying and eddie gets into the tub so quickly and hugs him to tight.

[allyricas]

I've read several fics where Steve realizes he's bi and has a slut phase and Eddie's like silently suffering because he assumes that Steve would never want him that way

But what if Eddie is the one who has the bisexual epiphany. The man nearly died in an alternate dimension and Steve fucking Harrington carried his half dead body out of hell. Steve saved his life, literally breathed life back into him via CPR and it's giving Eddie feelings.

Steve has known he's queer. He came out shortly after Robin on the floor of the mall bathroom high on Russian truth serum. He had his secret thing with Tommy and Carol...and the weird vibes with Billy. He never knew if Billy wanted to fuck him or kill him, frankly he assumes it was both. The man was fine, if not a complete dickhead.

It's not a secret but Eddie has no idea. Hawkins isn't a place you advertise that sort of thing and the few people who know, guard that secret closely. In fact, Eddie assumes he has no shot in hell with Steve, so he leans into his slut era.

Yes, he's openly referring to it as his slut era. It drives Steve wild with jealousy. Robin convinces the older party to go to a gay bar in Indy and Eddie's all hell yeah time to let my inner slut out to play and Steve's huffing and puffing with jealousy.

With every lingering glance, every dance, every time someone buys him a drink or touches Eddie's arm, Steve feels himself going a bit more feral.

It culminates in Steve thoroughly cockblocking Eddie. He actually steps in between this douchebag that's trying to get Eddie to go home with him.

He says something like hey baby, I've been looking for you everywhere...ready to go home? Slips an arm around Eddie's waist and leans in close.

Eddie is dumbfounded. His gast has been flabbered. He's confused and very annoyed, but also intrigued because why is Steve acting so jealous?

Robin is the one to let Eddie in on the secret. She mentions how she's surprised Steve didn't let one guy buy him a drink and that she saw him throw several phone numbers away.

Eddie's like...because Steve is straight I fucking know??

Robin just laughs and says that he's queer as fuck, just too busy staring down every single person that dares to look Eddie's way.

So Eddie quickly adjusts from slut era to being a slut only for Steve Harrington era. He really puts on a big show about how sad he is that Steve cockblocked him.

Flutters his eyelashes and puts on his sexiest smirk and asks Steve how are you gonna make this up to me, big boy??

Steve proceeds to make it up to him, over and over all night long. He makes sure to tell Eddie he wants this all the time, exclusively.

And Eddie's already smitten anyways, so he's very much on board with the exclusivity. 💕

[georgiaspeachy]

This feels like something Eddie would say to Robin when she’s trying to convince him to talk to Steve about his Feelings™️

just because a guy has gay sex and falls in love with men doesn’t make him gay

[ahoystevee]

Thinking about season 2 steddie post upside down tunnel nonsense where Eddie gets a job as the new pizza delivery boy in town but really it’s just a more inconspicuous way of being able to do door to door drug drops without the cops riding his ass. He wanted a new amp. The new amp required money. It was perfect.

(Plus this way the piss poor two bucks an hour rate is way more tolerable when he’s getting a hearty bonus on top of it with every delivery he does.)

Word quickly spreads around Hawkins high of Eddie’s new little business endeavour. The other guys at the pizza place are so confused because, like, yeah. Fridays and Saturdays are obviously their busiest days. But it’s never been this busy before. And not to mention they’re getting double the orders they normally get on weekdays.

But they’re not complaining. At least it’s not so fucking boring anymore.

Eddie rocks up to house parties, chill hangout sessions, lonely nights in. They take the pizzas and follow Eddie to the boot of his car where he has an apothecary of powders, pills, and plants. Sometimes if he’s lucky they’ll give him a beer or a cigarette on top of the flat fee just because they’re so happy to see him. It’s perfect. The ruse is working.

It’s a Saturday night. He recognises the address for his next drop.

The Harrington house.

No doubt Steve’s parents are out of town again and he’s having some wild rager. Girls. Booze. Testosterone.

But it’s dead quiet. Eerily so. No drunken seniors spilling out onto the driveway. No pulsing bass from too loud music reverberating off of the walls and down the street. No shouting. No yelling. Nothing.

Steve opens the door.

Eddie hadn’t expected to feel anything when he first saw him. Not him. Not the guy who’d probably laughed when Eddie got shoved into lockers. Not the guy with the coiffed hair and empty hands that had never touched a fretboard in his life. Steve Harrington was supposed to be a walking cliché. Basketball team, lip gloss smile, Camaro dreams.

Blood had dried in uneven lines down the side of his face, crusting near his temple. One eye was nearly swollen shut, the other glassy with confusion or pain or maybe both. His lip was split open, an accidental red so stark against the paleness of his face it felt almost ornamental. Like a careless artist had painted it there, just to see how it would look.

Eddie couldn’t stop staring.

Just held the pizza box in both hands dumbly, pressing it forward like an offering. Mouth agape, eyes blown wide.

“Thanks. But I think I’m gonna need something stronger.” Steve just about manages to say.

“Uh—yeah. You, uh—you don’t look like you should be making jokes.” Eddie mutters.

Steve winces as he leans against the doorframe.

“Don’t worry, the pizza’s for the kids. I’m the one who needs—the extracurriculars.”

Eddie was still staring. Well, he was trying his hardest not to and failing miserably.

“Right. Yeah. Kids get the pepperoni, King Steve gets the controlled substances.”

Steve huffs a laugh, winces again.

“Retired monarch. That’s Hargrove’s deal now.”

“Jesus.” Eddie exhales. “That’s why your face looks like a Picasso painting?”

“Yeah.” Steve grimaces, probably embarrassed. Mostly in pain.

“Dude, I think you should be in a hospital.”

Steve shrugs casually, like he’s not about to pass out.

“I’ve had worse.” He says, trying his hardest for cavalier but starts swaying slightly.

“Okay, not really. But it sounds cool when people say that.”

Eddie squints. “How old are these kids?”

“Uh”—Steve ponders, looking around at nothing. “Y’know I’m not actually sure. They’re pretty small but mostly aggressive.”

“Old enough to sit on their own for a couple hours?” Eddie asks.

Steve shrugs again. “Probably. One of them’s old enough to steal and drive a car. The red haired one, anyway.”

And that’s pretty much how Eddie Munson ended up sitting in a hospital waiting room with Steve Harrington and his concussion on a Saturday night. Steve’s hands were braced on his knees, ice packs balancing on his knuckles. Eddie just kinda sat there with another ice pack pressed against his eye. Not daring to even look at him.

Eddie got fired the next day for going AWOL on their busiest night of the week. He didn’t care.

Steve bought him the amp and the strings to say thank you.

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Modern Steddie: Eddie trying to convince Steve to skip work to hang out with him and Dustin. . .do you think Dustin got the day wrong, too or do you think he convinced Eddie it was Saturday? 😆

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

Where did you come from? (Where did you go?)

Written for the @steddiebingo

Prompt: Morning Sex (both on the regular round 2 card and on the A Splash of Summer bonus card)

Words: 1,094 [also on AO3]

Rated: E

Tags: Post-Vecna; Everybody lives; Established Relationship; Morning sex; Awkward sexual situations

Eddie floats back into consciousness for the third or fourth time. He can't tell how long it has been since he last decided to close his eyes for ten more minutes, but the light outside has gone from gray to golden. He yawns and stretches, trying to roll around to check the alarm clock, but that's when a pair of strong arms wraps around him from behind and a warm, naked body slots into his.

“Hey,” he mutters, tilting his head for better access when a soft, wet mouth starts to trail lazy kisses up his shoulder and neck. “Thought you were up already. What happened to that hallowed Saturday morning run?”

The lips that are currently sucking a mark into the spot where his neck meets his jaw curl into a smile.

“Way ahead of you, sleepyhead. Went on that run, picked up breakfast from the bakery, got the coffee pot going. Was hoping you'd join me in the shower?”

“Hm, I could do that,” Eddie hums, shifting his weight so that he can claim those lips and roll on top of his boyfriend’s perfect body. “Or I could just keep you here in bed all day long.”

Steve's face crinkles, all mock affront and genuine adoration. “Ew, Eddie. I'm all gross and sweaty.”

Eddie grins and licks a long, sloppy stripe all the way from the scar on his neck to the shell of his ear.

“You say that like it's meant to deter me, honey.”

Steve puts up a brief, symbolic struggle as Eddie grabs his wrists and pins him down into the sheets, and not for the first time, Eddie wonders if, maybe, the bats did finish the job all those years ago. Because this right here? There's no way this isn't heaven.

Steve writhing under him, all golden and soft and pretty in the morning sunlight. Steve's mouth opening up for him when he runs his tongue over his lips. Steve's legs parting for him, thighs quivering under his hands when he squeezes at the firm muscle. The eager little moans that spills from Steve’s mouth as he lets that hand glide inward and up, the way they melt into breathy whines as he lines himself up and pushes inside, and-

If it hadn't been for Cotton-Eye Joe

I'd been married long time ago

Where did you come from, where did you go?

Where did you come from, Cotton-Eye Joe?

Eddie flinches so hard he slips right back out, topples sideways and nearly snaps his dick in half. Steve pulling him against his chest is the only thing that saves him from nose-diving off the bed and eating carpet.

“Oh God, please, not this again,” he whines into Steve’s chest, just as the wailing fiddles and obnoxious electronic beats pick up from above their heads. He stands corrected. This isn't heaven. There's no place in heaven for this fucking song. “I just want one quiet, undisturbed morning to plow my impossibly gorgeous boyfriend’s incredible ass in peace, is this too much to ask?”

There's no reply from the apartment above theirs. Well maybe there is, if you count the stomping picking up over their heads. It sounds like an entire fucking line dance group is rehearsing up there.

Steve laughs. It makes his chest hair tickle in Eddie’s nose.

“C’mon now. It's not such a bad song. I think it's quite catchy.”

Eddie, who has caught himself humming the stupid song on at least three different occasions over the last week, glowers at him. It's an incredibly embarrassing song to hum at your metal band's sound check. They almost had to cancel the gig because Frank couldn't stop laughing.

“It's a horrible song,” he says. “Which I'd be willing to overlook if he hadn't been playing it on a nonstop loop for the past two weeks and a half. This is worse than last year's Maccarena phase or the Achy Breaky Heart obsession from a few years back, and by the end of that I was ready to break his achy breaky jaw.”

Upstairs, the song ends. There is one merciful, perfectly timed beat of comedic silence. Steve stares up at Eddie and Eddie stares down at Steve.

Then, the song starts again.

“C'mon now,” Steve says over the sound of the stomping. His smile is sweet and tempting as he tangles his hands in Eddie’s hair to pull him back in. “Don't let it ruin your mood. The good news is that with the music cranked up like this, you can make me scream as loud as you want.”

Eddie feels his scowl shift into a grin.

“You know what, honey? That is good news indeed.”

Because see, here's the thing about Steve. He does make the most beautiful noises. Small nasal whines that he tries to contain at first by stuffing his knuckles into his mouth, teeth leaving indents in the tan skin. Hoarse, drawn out moans after that, getting louder and deeper the longer Eddie keeps teasing him with his tongue and lips and fingers. The way his breath hitches when Eddie lines himself up for a second time, the way his whole body wiggles under his, and-

“Hold on a goddamn second, are you dancing along?”

“What?” Steve says. “No! Why would you even- I'm writhing. In ecstasy.”

Eddie cranes back his neck to look at Steve’s foot.

“You're writhing to the rhythm!”

Steve pouts. His foot does not stop twitching.

“I told you it was catchy. Just keep going.”

“Just keep-” Eddie sputters. “I am not blowing my load to the soundtrack of that abominable cowboy song, forget it!”

Steve sighs.

“You're blowing it to the soundtrack of that Dio guy singing about rainbows in the dark and wings of steel and riding tigers all the time, but have it your way.”

He sits up. Eddie tumbles off him with an indignant sound, gawking after him as he walks out of the bedroom.

“Where are you going?”

Steve stops in the doorframe, popping a hand on his hip and nodding down at the impressive length of his flushed cock standing up against his stomach.

“Taking a shower, as I said. Feel free to come and help me take care of this. If you do good, you can get the plug and get me ready for whenever Cotton Eye Joe has left for wherever it is he goes.”

Eddie flies off the bed so quickly he tangles his legs in the sheets. Mercifully, the thump of him hitting the floor is lost under the stomping.

More Steddie Bingo

[anotherfuckingmarvelfanaccount]

You Never?

My Masterlist

Yall, I am so so so so fucking sorry that I never finished this fic. But it's done now, so all I have left to be sorry about is that it took almost 2 years. Once again, please don't judge me for any realism in this fic because I have not seen Stranger Things and have no intention of doing so :).

Fandom: Stranger Things

Pairing(s): Steve Harrington x fem!reader, Eddie Munson x fem!reader, Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Warnings: Heavy on the smut, like there's a lot of smut. And feels. f!receiving oral sex, mentions of m!receiving oral sex but nothing explicit, p in v!sex. Aftercare and cuddling

Word Count: 8450

Summary: Steve and Eddie find out that you've never done anything with anyone and offer to help. Getting into a relationship with them, they slowly help you warm up to doing things.

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It was a normal day in your apartment, Steve and Eddie had come over after the end of each of your respective days. The three of you were sitting around your coffee table playing a round of UNO when the two started talking about their most recent conquests.

“Okay, so I know it’s been a little while since I was with Nancy, but I didn’t think it was so long that I forgot how to give head. I didn’t even make Emily finish, I feel terrible.” Steve said, playing a red 6 to force Eddie’s turn.

Eddie shrugged, placing a green 6, as he reminded Steve that “Not every girl can cum easily like that. Took me a while to figure out what Chrissy liked.” He paused, taking a swig of his beer. “It’s your turn, N/N.”

“Oh, right. Sorry.” You said, placing your card and allowing their conversation to continue without you. “Either of you want a refill?”

They both shook their heads as you stood up to refill your own glass. “We’re good, sweetheart.” Steve said, placing a colour change card. “Yellow.”

“You know, N/N, whenever Steve and I have conversations like this, you’re as quiet as a mouse over there. You just like listening to me and Stevie over here?” Eddie said, picking up a card and smacking Steve over the head with his deck, evidently not having a yellow card in hand.

You sat back down with your drink of preference and shrugged at Eddie’s question. “Nothing to contribute, I guess.” You played a yellow skip a turn to force Eddie’s turn again. 

“How don’t you have anything to contribute?” Steve asked, increasingly confused.

“Because, unlike you, King Steve, I don’t sleep with everything that blinks at me.” You snapped, throwing your cards on the table and storming off to your room.

Eddie and Steve blinked at each other in confusion. “What the fuck just happened?” Eddie asked, pulling all the cards together to shuffle them and put them back in the box.

Steve hesitated to answer. “I have no earthly idea.”

“Do you think we should leave her alone or go comfort her?” Eddie asked softly, just as the two of them heard sniffles echo through your apartment.

“Comfort.” Steve responded, standing up and walking over to your bedroom door, knocking softly. “Sweetheart, can we come in?”

“No, no.” You said quickly. “Just give me a minute and I’ll be out.”

Eddie raised an eyebrow. “N/N, please. Let us in, you know you don’t have to bottle anything up when you’re with us. No secrets, right?”

The two of them heard you sigh before nodding. “Yeah, okay, come in.” Steve opened the door, bathing you in light, as you were sitting in the middle of your bed in the dark, curled up into a ball, with your chin resting on your pillow as tears rolled down your cheeks.

Steve immediately rushed over to you, pulling you into a tight hug and rubbing your back. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong? You never rush off like that when you’re with us.”

“You never have to tell us, but you know you can tell us anything, right?” Eddie said, sitting on your other side and softly kissing your forehead.

“I know, Eds. I do. You guys- you just won’t get it.” You said, ducking your head so you wouldn’t make eye contact with either of them.

Steve kissed the top of your head softly. “What won’t we get, N/N? Talk to us.”

“You just-” You sighed, wanting to express your feelings without anger. This isn’t their fault, and you have no reason to be upset with them. “You guys come over, or I go to your places and you talk about all the girls.. and guys that you’re with, all the time. And I’ve- I’ve never done anything like that with anyone so no, I don’t have anything to contribute because I’m 21 years old and a fucking virgin. And I don’t wanna sleep with just anyone to get it over with, I want it to fucking mean something, and is that such a bad thing to want in life, goddamn it.”

"Oh sweetheart." Eddie said, stroking your hair softly. "No, it's not a bad thing to want in life at all. It's good that you want it to mean something. I'm sorry that I never realized that you weren't just quiet, you shut down because you were uncomfortable with the topic."

Steve softly squeezed your thigh in reassurance. "We'll never do it again, princess." He paused, thinking. "You didn't even do anything when you dated Andy?"

You shook your head quickly. "No. He wanted me to but I wasn't ready. It's why he dumped me. I wasn't the easy fuck that he thought I was."

"Oh sweetheart." Steve said, giving you a tight-lipped smile as he did everything in his power to not go beat up the entire basketball and football teams at once.

"It's okay, Stevie. I'm okay. It's just exhausting hearing you guys talk about it all the time and having nothing to say except 'please shut the fuck up'." You said, burrowing your head into his chest so you still didn't have to look at either of them.

Eddie's leg started softly bouncing on the bed and both you and Steve knew that meant he had an idea that he wasn't saying yet.

"What's on your mind, Munson?" Steve asked, rubbing your back.

"Well, what if we were to help you out, sweetheart. No more conversations about who we're fucking, because it'll be you." Eddie proposed softly.

You pulled your head out of Steve's chest and looked at Eddie. "You mean like with feelings? Like a relationship?"

"I do. Is that okay with you?" Eddie replied.

You looked at Steve. "Eddie and I have talked about this before, princess. I'm okay with it."

"Okay, Eddie." You started. "We can try this. I'm not sure how a relationship works with 3 people, but I'm willing to try with you guys."

"Do you trust us?" Steve asked. You quickly nodded in response. "Then everything will work out perfectly." 

"Can I kiss you?" Eddie asked softly. 

You nodded again. “Please Eddie.” Eddie cupped your face in his hands softly as your arms reached up to run your fingers through the hair on the back of his head. He closed his eyes and rested his forehead against yours, causing you to close your eyes as well. “Please.” You whispered, making Eddie stroke his thumbs across your cheekbones.

“Patience, sweetheart.” Eddie said, making you whine softly as you opened your eyes. “Just breathe for me, okay?” You took a deep breath, letting your eyes flutter shut again. Eddie took your moment of distraction to lean in and press his lips to yours. After a minute he pulled away, and you gently pressed two of your fingers to your lips where you could still feel Eddie’s against yours.

“Are you okay, princess?” Steve asked softly, holding your hips. 

You leaned back against his shoulder so you could look up at him and nodded. “Yeah, Stevie. I’m good.”

“Are you sure you’ve never done that before?” Eddie asked, leaning back on his heels, kneeling on the bed between your legs.

“I’m sure, Eddie.” You said, chuckling. “I think I would know if I’d kissed someone before.”

Eddie shook his head, laughing. “That’s the best kiss I’ve ever had, and you’ve never kissed anyone?”

You blushed, shaking your head. “Just you, Eds.”

“Well what about me, honey?” Steve asked, rubbing his thumbs in soft circles on your hips.

“I can kiss you too, Stevie.” You said softly, blushing hard as you did.

Steve smiled. “You want me to kiss you?”

You nodded softly. “Yes please.” Steve slid his hand up to cup the back of your head and pulled you in to kiss you.

“Shit, Eddie, you’re right.” Steve said as he pulled away from you. “Best kiss I’ve ever had too.”

“Told you so.” Eddie said, winking at you, which made you giggle softly and hide your face in Steve’s neck.

They both chuckled softly at you, Steve rubbing your back as they knew that you are very unsure of yourself in unfamiliar situations, much like this one is. “You’re adorable, sweetheart.” Eddie said, kissing the top of your head. “Do you want to keep going tonight or do you want to stop?”

“I wanna keep going, Eddie. I trust you guys.” You replied quickly. “Honestly I’ve liked you both for a while but the three of us are such good friends that I didn’t want to ruin anything.”

“We’re very happy you trust us, baby girl.” Steve said. “But we want you to take the lead a little here. If you want to keep going, what do you want to do next?”

You paused, assuming that since the two of them had a tendency to take over the room, you wouldn’t be asked for many decisions. “Um, I- I wanna learn how to give head.” You said softly.

“You wanna give us head, sweetheart?” Eddie asked.

“Not at the same time.” You said quickly.

Steve shook his head softly. “No, princess, we would never make you do that, especially if you’re uncomfortable with the thought.”

“Actually, I don’t know if I’m ready for even just one.” You said softly, resting your hands on your lap as your anxiety kicked in. “Could we maybe start with you guys just making me feel good?”

“Absolutely, baby.” Eddie said.

Steve squeezed your hand softly, knowing your anxious tells. “Is this just because you’re nervous, or is this what you want?”

You shrugged your shoulders, leaning into him. “A little bit of both, I think. I might be ready for more when I’m less in my head.”

“Do you know what makes you feel good, N/N?” Steve asked softly.

“It’s easiest if you know what makes you feel good because then we can make you feel even better, honey.” Eddie said, kissing the top of your head.

You took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. “It’s not like I’ve never gotten myself off, but I don’t think what I do would work for you guys. I don’t have a toy or anything so don’t even go there.”

Eddie rubbed your back. “Sweetheart, that’s not a big deal, you know that. Learning how to make you feel good is part of the fun.”

“And you guys are okay with that?” You asked softly.

“Of course we are, princess.” Steve said. “We’re going to learn how to make you feel good, and you’re going to learn how to make us feel good. It’s a two-way street.”

“Okay.” You said, fidgeting with Steve’s hand that was still holding one of yours.

Eddie looked down at your fidgeting and realized just how nervous you were. “N/N, we don’t have to do anything tonight if you don’t want to.”

“No, Eddie, I do want to, I’m just really nervous. I’ve never done anything like this before.” You said, looking up at him for the first time since he kissed you.

“Okay, princess. I believe you.” He said, kissing your forehead.

Steve slid his hand out from between yours and rested them on your hips. He moved them up a little to where the hem of your (his that you stole a long time ago) sweater was resting. “Can I take this off, honey? Is that okay?”

“Yeah, Stevie. I trust you guys, you can take it off.”

Eddie held your hands above your head while Steve pulled off your sweater. Since your back was to Steve, it meant Eddie saw your tits first. “Jesus H. Christ. Holy fuck, baby, you did not tell us that you had such nice tits.”

Steve shimmied you off his lap, knowing that you’d be okay being able to see them both, and moved to sit next to Eddie. “I- fuck.” Steve said. “Those- that- shit.”

“Yeah?” You asked softly. “They’re okay? They’re not too-”

“They’re perfect, sweetheart.” Eddie cut you off, knowing how insecure you can get. “Can I touch?” You nodded. Eddie’s ringed hands slid up your arms from where he was holding your hands until he made it to your shoulders, where they slipped across your collarbone to your tits. “Wow, shit, honey. C- can I use my mouth on them?”

Your eyes widened. “Uh, s- sure Eds. I didn’t even know that was an option.”

“The options are endless, princess, it’s whatever you can think of, and we’ll make it happen.” Steve said, brushing your hair out of your eyes.

“Well why don’t you guys start with the ideas because I don’t know what I’m doing.” You said, letting Eddie kneel on the floor between your legs.

Eddie squeezed your tits lightly. “The only thought in my head right now is sucking on these, honey.” He looked up at you softly and you noted that he was waiting for your permission. When you nodded, he leaned forward and captured one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking on it lightly and playing with your other nipple with one of his hands.

“Oh shit, Eddie. I like that.” You said, tangling your fingers in his hair.

Eddie pulled back gently, not wanting to hurt you. “Yeah sweetheart? Feels good?”

“Feels really good, Eds, I like that. Please keep going.” You said, lightly pushing his head back towards your chest.

“Well I like making you feel good, honey.” Eddie said softly, “You mind if I try a couple things?”

You shook your head lightly. “No Eddie, I don’t mind if you try things.” Eddie switched tits, playing with the tit he was sucking on and sucking on the tit he was playing with before. Suddenly, it felt like he was practically sucking your whole tit into his mouth. “Oh, fuck. Eddie.” You moaned, throwing your head back.

“Eh, sweetheart, let’s get you laying down.” Steve said, sliding behind you and carefully moving you so you didn’t get hurt. Eddie followed, moving slowly because he wasn’t thrilled about the thought of letting go. “Yeah, there you go. That should be better. Now you can let all those pretty little moans go without hurting yourself.”

The next thing Eddie tried, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses across your tits to get back to the other one, was sucking on it lightly and then stopping and swirling his tongue really quickly around the nipple, pressing in with his tongue so you could feel it. You let out a little breathy moan, leaning your head back into Steve’s shoulder. “Oh Eddie.” You threaded your fingers through his curls and pressed him closer to you. “More. Please, more.”

Eddie pulled off a little, a string of saliva still connecting you and him. “Yeah sweetheart? You like when I do that?”

“Yes Eddie. Please. Really really like that.” You responded, eyes closed and head tilted back onto Steve’s shoulder.

“Is there anything else you want, pretty baby, or should I just leave you and Eddie’s mouth alone?” Steve asked, kissing the side of your neck.

You grabbed his hand and placed it on your tit, letting him softly squeeze it. “I like when they’re played with.” You said softly, still not wanting to look at either of them. “Sorry Stevie, I didn’t mean to kind of forget about you. Eddie’s mouth is just a little piece of heaven.”

“Oh I know it is, honey. Mine can be too, if you’ll let me. Think about what Eddie was doing to your nipples on a place a little bit lower.” Steve gently nipped at your earlobe as you pondered his words while Eddie slid his hands lower, squeezing your thighs.

“Fuck I’ve dreamed about these thighs.” Eddie said. “And this ass.” He lightly smacked the side of it. “Can we take these off too, baby?” He asked, slipping a finger into the waistband.

“Yeah, Eddie. Yeah, you can take them off.” Steve helped you lift your hips up so Eddie could pull off your sweatpants. Eddie got them down to your ankles, and from there you were able to kick them off.

Eddie snuggled himself in between your thighs. “Is it bad that I really want to bite these?”

“Please don’t, I don’t really like it when it hurts.” You said softly.

“Oh my God, sweetheart, of course. I’d never do anything to hurt you.” Eddie said, looking up at you and Steve. 

Steve kissed you softly. “I never would either baby. You wanna switch and let me between your thighs and Eddie can tether you to this world?”

You nodded. “Sure Stevie, that sounds good to me. If your mouth is half as good as Eddie’s, I trust you.”

“Am I setting the precedent?” Eddie asked softly, holding your hand softly so that you can squeeze it if you want to.

“Well, I’ve never had anyone else’s mouth on me, so yeah, you’re the precedent, baby.” You said softly, shifting your hips forward so Steve would have more room.

Steve ran his hands over your hips. “I need to take these off too, baby. Is that okay?”

You nodded. “Yeah Steve, it’s okay. I just- no one’s been down there before, so just be gentle please.”

“Oh angel, of course I’m gonna be gentle with you. Have you been down here?” He asked softly, sliding your underwear off your hips.

“I’ve tried to finger myself once or twice.” You said softly, blushing as you avoided eye contact with the two of them. “But it didn’t really feel that great, so I haven’t done it in a while.”

“Were you wet when you did it?” Eddie asked, squeezing your hands softly to ease your nerves.

You shrugged, tilting your head to one side as you did. “Kind of, I guess. I don’t know.”

Steve settled himself between your thighs gently, kissing up them and nipping occasionally to leave a mark or two. “Well, you’re wet now sweetheart, so let’s see if we can make that feel a little better this time, huh? If you want me to stop, just tell me.”

“Okay Steve. I can do that for you.” You said softly.

“That’s our good girl.” He said, swirling his index finger around your entrance.

“Shit.” You whispered, clenching your thighs together.

Steve, of course, took notice of this. “Yeah baby? You like being our good girl?” You blushed, nodding shyly. 

Eddie rubbed your shoulders, kissing your cheek gently. “You’re very good for us, sweetheart, telling us what you’re ready for.” You took a couple of deep breaths, trying to keep your wits about you a little longer. “And you can let go for us, just let us take care of you baby. All we want is to make you feel good.”

“I want you guys to make me feel good.” You said, leaning your head back against Eddie’s shoulder and taking some deep breaths.

Eddie spread your thighs a little wider so Steve could fit between them a little more comfortably. “You think you’re ready, honey?” Steve asked softly. You nodded, and Steve slipped his index finger into you, up to the first knuckle. “Is that okay?”

“Feels kinda weird, but I’m okay.” You said softly, squeezing Eddie’s hand. Eddie took his other hand and played with your nipple a little bit, rolling it between his fingers to keep it hard and then tugging on it until your eyes fluttered shut. “You can keep going, Stevie.”

Steve slowly slid the rest of his index finger into you, doing his best not to ram his finger into your walls, knowing that they can be very sensitive, especially to pain. In doing this, he was able to plan out how he would properly get inside of you when the time comes and you feel comfortable enough to do that. “How does that feel, sweetheart?”

“Feels very, very strange. But it doesn’t hurt as much as it normally does when I try this. Even when my nails are cut down like yours.” You said, doing your best to breathe properly. Steve slowly pulled most of his finger back out and then used the pad of his finger to slowly press up onto the little ridge he felt there. “Shit, Steve, what is that?” You asked.

“Well honey, I’m pretty sure that’s your G-spot.” He responded. “Feel good?”

“Doesn’t feel bad.” You replied, kissing Eddie’s neck softly in an attempt to hide.

Eddie stroked your hair softly. “You don’t have to hide, angel. And we can stop if you want. We definitely don’t have to go all the way tonight. We can stop right now, no questions asked.”

“I don’t want to stop now.” You said softly. “I want you guys to make me cum, but I don’t know if I am ready to go all the way tonight.”

“Is there something I can do to help you cum, sweetheart?” Steve asked. “I don’t have to keep fingering you if it’s not going to help.”

You shrugged. “I don’t think it’ll help this time, but when I get myself off, it’s from rubbing my clit.”

“I can do that for you, if you want me to.” Steve said. You nodded softly. “Okay, honey. Whatever you want.” Eddie slowly kissed up and down your neck, just so you didn’t forget he was there, ringed fingers softly playing with your nipples. Steve’s calloused right hand carefully gathered some of your wetness on his index and middle fingertips, gliding those two fingers up to play with your clit and causing a moan to drop out of you. “Yeah baby? Feels good?” He asked.

“Yeah, Steve, please. Feels s’good. Want more please.” You responded, licking your lips and leaning your head back against Eddie.

Steve kissed your stomach softly. “I can give you more baby, but you have to tell me what you want. More pressure?” You shook your head. “Faster?” You nodded.

“Please Stevie. Pressure’s good, need it faster.” You said, slowly bucking your hips into his hand.

“Okay, sweetheart. I can go faster for you.” Steve said, swirling his fingers around your clit faster while Eddie kept playing with you softly. 

After a couple of minutes of this, with Steve softly playing with the pressure and speed, you sighed softly. Eddie looked at you, “You doing okay, honey?” He asked softly. You shrugged. “Do you need something else? Not feeling good?”

“It feels good. I just- I- I don’t know.” You said softly.

“Do you want me to suck on your tits?” Steve asked.

“That might help.” You said. “I just don’t know.” 

Eddie kissed your forehead softly. “You’re allowed to be nervous, baby. It’s okay. And you don’t have to get off today either. If this is stressing you out and making you panic, we can stop, no questions asked.”

“It’s not making me panic.” You replied. “I just don’t know what I need to make it feel better. I can’t cum just from this.”

“Okay sweetheart.” Steve said softly. “What do you normally do when you’re getting yourself off?”

You blushed, looking around the room nervously so you didn’t have to look down at Steve looking up at you with those big brown eyes. “I’m normally reading something that gets me in the mood.”

“What if I talk dirty to you?” Eddie asked. “Whatever you’re reading to get yourself in the mood must be a little dirty.”

“I guess.” You mumbled.

Eddie tilted your chin up to face him. “Hey. There’s no reason to be embarrassed. We’ve got you, we always have. And if you’ll have us, we’ll help you get off until the end of time. So if you want this, baby, I need you to use your words.”

“Yes Eddie. Please.” You said, trying to go back to relaxing. “Stevie, w- would you mind sucking on my tits like Eddie did? I really liked that.”

“Oh, of course baby. Anything to make you feel good.” Steve said, propping himself up on his left arm over your torso so he could still play with your clit while he was sucking on your tits.

“Oh shit, Stevie. Th- that’s already better. Please.”

Eddie leaned his head down just a little bit so he could be closer to your ear. Not that he didn’t want Steve to hear what he had to say, but he figured it would be better for you like that. “Does that feel good baby? Do you like when Steve sucks on your tits?”

“Yeah Eddie.” You said. “It feels really good. I really like it.”

“Yeah, sweetheart. We knew you would. Always figured you’d have sensitive nipples.” He said, softly pinching the one Steve wasn’t sucking and rolling it between his fingers. “Does Steve’s mouth feel as good as mine?” Eddie asked. You nodded frantically, enjoying the differing sensation of Steve’s fingers on your clit and tongue on your nipple.

As Eddie kept talking, Steve switched tits, stopping right in the middle and sucking a large hickey there. “Steve!” You gasped, bucking your hips into him. “Fuck, shit, will you- fuck. Please do the tongue thing.” You said, letting the tension leave your body as you sagged into Eddie.

“Do you like when Steve makes you feel good, sweetheart? Like when he plays with your clit?” Eddie asked, teasing you as he gently nipped at your pulse point on your neck.

“Fuck, Eddie. Yes, fuck, I do. Always like when you two make me feel good.” You told him, starting to pant softly.

Steve noted this, being so close to your chest and all, and pulled off your tit to ask: “Are you getting close, honey? Gonna cum for me and Eddie?”

“Shit, Steve. Yeah, fuck, just like that please.” You said.

“Feeling good for Steve, honey?” Eddie growled softly in your ear.

You moaned, arching your back into Steve’s mouth. “Yes, Eddie. Fuck, please, Steve, just like that. Don’t stop, please.”

“He’s not going to stop, sweetheart. Don’t you worry about that. You’re doing such a good job for us, you know that?” Eddie told you. “Such a good girl for us.” You dragged Eddie’s hand to the nipple Steve wasn’t sucking on, prompting him to squeeze it lightly. “There you go, sweet girl. Doin’ so good tellin’ us what you want.”

“Eddie, Steve! Coming!” You said, thighs shaking under Steve, head thrown back against Eddie and eyes squeezed shut so hard you were seeing stars. Steve slowly brought his fingers off your clit, and pulled off your nipple gently, not wanting to drastically overstimulate you. You remembered to keep breathing, focusing on slowing your heart rate before you slowly heard Steve and Eddie’s breathing too.

Eddie brushed your hair off your face gently. “You back with us, sweetheart?”

“I- yeah.” You said, throat rough. “J- just gimme a minute.”

“Take all the time in the world, sweetheart.” Steve said, kissing your forehead. “I’m gonna get you some water. When you’re back, we’re gonna get you to use the bathroom, take a quick shower, and then you can get some rest.” He told you, heading to the kitchen to get you a glass of water.

You giggled softly, snuggling into Eddie. “And what’s so funny to you, pretty girl?” He asked, kissing the top of your head.

“I’m naked and I’ve had an orgasm, and you’re both still fully dressed.” You said, fingers sliding to intertwine with his.

Eddie looked down at himself, and up at Steve when he walked back in. “You’re right, pretty girl, you’re right. Do you want us to change that?”

“Maybe after a quick shower, Eds.” You said, letting your eyes flutter shut.

“Okay, sweetheart.” Steve said. “I want you to drink for me. Can you do that?” You nodded, pushing yourself up against Eddie and taking the glass from Steve. You drank down the glass of water, with Steve softly praising you. “There you go, sweet girl. Doing such a good job keeping yourself hydrated for us.”

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After your shower, the boys and you curled up in your bed and cuddled until you fell asleep.

Over the next couple of weeks, when you were in the mood, they worked on getting you more comfortable with them. You learned that you really like when they play with your tits, and when Eddie swirls his tongue around your clit. They also started working on opening you up with their fingers, getting ready for you to be ready for one of them. And you started learning, slowly, as you were ready and less nervous, how to give one of them head. You had chosen Eddie to be your first for more things than Steve because Eddie’s cock was smaller than Steve’s in length and girth, and was slightly less intimidating for you. They’d never push you to take both of them, especially if you weren’t ready. It was also why they were shocked when you actually told them what you wanted one night over dinner.

“Boys?” You asked softly, bouncing your leg gently under the table.

“Yes sweetheart? You need something?” Eddie asked, grabbing your hand softly and running his thumb over the back of your hand.

You bit your bottom lip softly, Steve gently pulling it out of your mouth as you did. “You don’t have to worry about anything, honey. If there’s something you need or something you want to tell us, you’re safe with us. We’ll give you the world.” Please don’t end this. He thought. This has been the best few weeks of my life.

You opened your mouth to speak and took a deep breath before closing it again. Eddie squeezed your hand gently. “Ithinkimready” You spilled out in one breath, standing up from the table and rushing into the bathroom before either of them could say anything. You sat on the edge of the tub, taking a couple of deep breaths before reaching over to lock the door before they could walk in. You were too late because they both busted through the door before your hand made it to the lock.

“Baby.” Steve said, kneeling between your legs. “You don’t have to worry.”

“I- I know. But what if I’m bad? What if I hate it and I never want to do it again? What if it hurts?” You said, tearing up.

Eddie kissed your forehead softly. “Sweetheart, you could never be bad. And you know that your first time is all about you, it doesn’t matter to us if we cum. And if there’s anything you hate, then we’ll never do it again, no questions asked. And it might hurt, I’m not gonna lie to you about that. But, maybe not much more than our fingers did.”

You nodded. “Okay Eds, if you say so.”

“So what do you say, baby? You wanna finish dinner first or just go to bed now?” Steve asked, squeezing your hand.

“Now, please.” You said, taking them both by the hand and heading towards the bedroom..

Eddie smiled, squeezing your hand as you closed the door behind yourselves. “That’s our good girl.”

“Fuck, Eddie.” You breathed out, leaning your head into his shoulder.

“There you go, sweetheart. Just relax for us. We’re gonna make you feel so good.” Eddie said, picking you up and dropping you lightly on the bed. He kissed you softly, sliding his hands into the hem of your shirt. “Off?” He mumbled against your lips.

You nodded, gasping as Steve started kissing your neck. “Yeah, Eds, off please.” The two of them pulled off your shirt and after confirming it was okay, Steve started working the button on your jean shorts. Eddie rubbed your nipples through your bra gently, causing you to arch your back into him. “More. Eddie, more please.”

Eddie smirked, kissing you gently. “I can give you more, my love. Gotta take your bra off though, baby. That okay?”

“You can take it off, Eddie. I trust you. Trust Stevie too. Fuck, please don’t stop.” You said, taking in a deep breath of air as Steve’s thumb pressed on your clit lightly.

“Gonna make you cum once with my mouth and once on my fingers before Eds gives you his dick, that sound okay, honey?”

“Please, Steve.” You said, eyes fluttering shut as Eddie started sucking on your tits. “Fuck, please Steve, wanna cum for you.”

Steve slowly slipped a finger in the waistband of your underwear. “You will baby, you will. Can I take these off too?”

“Only if- fuck, Eddie- if, shit, you guys take your shirts off. I wanna- wanna see you.” You moaned as Eddie did that tongue thing again. “Fuck, more, please.” Eddie started trailing kisses down your chest and stomach, and Steve picked up where he left off, starting at your belly button and kissing lower. He then skipped your throbbing clit and started kissing your inner thighs, softly sucking in some places, but not hard enough to hurt you or leave a mark.

Eddie pulled off of your tits long enough to pull his shirt over his head, but then went right back to sucking on one and rolling your other nipple between his fingers. Steve dragged his head out from between your thighs to do the same, and then went straight back between your legs to suck lightly on your clit.

“Oh, fuck, Steve!” You cried, bucking your hips up. “Faster, please!” Steve squeezed your thighs softly, just giving you some extra stimulation as he kept sucking, swirling his tongue around, matching Eddie’s rhythm on your tits. “Don’t stop, fuck please don’t stop.” 

As Eddie pulled off one of your nipples to switch to the other, he lightly bit your nipple, and you moaned his name. Steve then licked a stripe up your folds, rubbing his thumb in small circles over your clit as he started slowly fucking his tongue in and our of you, causing you to gasp out his name. “How you feeling, baby?” Eddie asked, lightly squeezing your nipples as he talked to you. 

“Really good, Eddie. Fuck, gettin’ close, please don’t stop!” Eddie kept lightly abusing your nipples with his mouth and hands, doing that tongue thing that made your clit throb. “Steve, more, please!” You cried, threading your fingers in his hair and pulling him closer. He moaned into you, rubbing your clit faster as he pulled your core closer to his mouth. Your thighs started shaking around Steve’s ears, so he threw the hand that wasn’t rubbing at your clit over your hips to hold you still enough that he could still make you feel good. You pulled Eddie off your tits, into a kiss, wanting him to be that much closer to you. “Please, Eddie, I’m so close.” He pulled on your nipples until you were toeing the line of pleasure and pain, before finding the pulse point in your neck and sucking there, running his tongue over it again and again until you cried out that you were cumming.

“There you go, sweet girl.” Eddie said, kissing your forehead and your nose as you started to come down from your high. However, Steve was having none of that as he slowly slipped his middle finger into you, feeling around for that spot inside that made you scream. He found it. He then decided to slip a second, and then third, finger into you. Steve slowly pumped them in and out of you, getting you used to it and then gently rubbing into your really sensitive spot while he softly licked at your clit, just to keep you feeling good. “How’s that feel, honey?” Eddie asked.

“G- good.” You stumbled over your words, being a little fuzzy after your orgasm. “I- it feels good Eds- Stevie- fuck please.”

Steve kept going with his fingers as he pulled off your clit to ask: “Please what, sweetheart? Use your words f’me.”

You threw your head back as Steve found the perfect rhythm on your clit. “Uh, fuck.” You started, eloquently. “Please faster. N- need more friction.”

“I can do that for you baby. What my princess wants, my princess gets.” Steve used his left hand to apply pressure to your lower stomach as he crooked his fingers upward, searching for that spot deep inside you that you couldn't actually reach and needed one of the two of them to reach with their big hands. Steve also blew cold air softly against you, watching as you bucked your hips up.

“Steve, please, your mouth, please.” You whined, searching for his head with your hands to push him towards your clit.

Eddie kissed your lips softly, taking your hands and putting them on his body. “Don't worry sweetheart, Stevie will make you feel good. He’s just teasing.” He told you, teasingly glaring at Steve as he did so. This caused Steve to finally take pity on you, wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking. He ran his tongue in tight circles, just like the both of them did around your nipples. Steve then matched his pace with his fingers, keeping them just a bit slower, not enough to throw off your rhythm, but enough that you wouldn’t get overstimulated or sore before you came.

“Fuck, Steve, that feels so good.” You moaned, bucking your hips up into him, which caused him to moan around your clit.

“There you go, sweetheart.” Eddie praised. “Isn’t that so much better?” You nodded, squeezing Eddie’s hand once. “Such a good girl for us, doll.” Eddie mouthed the shell of your ear lightly, just so he could whisper into your ear. “Steve’s doing such a good job hitting you just right there, isn’t he? He’s so good at that, with his long, thick fingers. Fuck, I know you just want to ride them for me one day sweetheart. That would be so hot, you riding Steve’s hand, grinding your clit up against the palm of his hand. You wanna try that one day, baby?”

“M- maybe-” You stuttered, not feeling very coherent in all your pleasure. “We’ll see, Eds.”

Eddie picked up one hand to gently pinch at your nipples again, knowing they were getting sensitive. “Don’t think about it now, sweetheart. All I want you to think about is how good you feel right now. Can you do that for me?”

“Yeah, Eddie. Fuck, I- yeah, I can do that. It feels so good Stevie, please don’t stop.”

Steve finally released his suction grip on his clit to poke his head up from between your legs. “Oh, honey, I could spend forever giving head. I love it down here, using your thighs as my earmuffs is an honour. If you’d let me stay down here forever, I would.” He said, going back to suckle on your clit.

“Fuck, Steve, I’m getting really close.”

This is where Eddie decided to start talking you through it again so that you didn’t have to focus so hard just on the ‘it feels so good’, knowing that normally that’s just what you have to think about with them to be able to finish. When you’re reading something that you can get off to, you don’t have to think as hard about it, but with them, because you’re not as used to relying on someone else, you have to consciously think about the fact that it feels good so you don’t get too in your head and can’t finish. Eddie and Steve are totally fine if you don’t finish because of a reason like that, but they’re doing their best to eliminate that because they always want you to have pleasure when you’re with the two of them doing horny things.

“I know you’re getting close for us sweetheart, and you’re doing such a good job letting us know that.” Eddie said, kissing you very softly so that you could feel his breath softly against your cheeks as he pulled away. “You’re such a good girl, N/N. Taking Steve’s fingers so well, warming you up for me. Fuck, I know you’re gonna feel so good if you even feel half as good as you did when my fingers were in you yesterday. And you taste so fucking good, I can’t even begin to tell you. My Amortentia potion would be you, I love getting to have my lips against your skin, no matter which body part it is. And I know you like when I suck on your tits baby, so you must like my mouth too.”

“E- Eddie, can you now?” You panted, rocking your hips into Steve’s face.

Eddie raised an eyebrow at you gently. “Oh, our princess really wants to be spoiled, Steve. She’s getting all this pleasure from you and she still wants me to suck on her tits to get her to finish.”

“You don’t have to, Eds.” You said softly, pushing him off you.

“Oh, baby, of course I’m going to. I love having my mouth anywhere on you. I was just teasing with Stevie, don’t you worry. You ask and you shall receive.” Eddie said, kissing your neck and running his hands down your body to fondle at your tits while he slowly kissed his way there. When his mouth enveloped one of your nipples and sucked hard, the hand that was previously there stretched out to hold your own, squeezing twice. The code the three of you had come up with to say that everything was still going well. You squeezed twice slowly in response, having to remember what it meant in your pleasure-addled state.

Since Eddie had obviously been paying attention this whole time, he was well aware of the pace that both Steve’s tongue and his hand were going at, so he matched the pace of his mouth to Steve’s, but swirling in opposite directions. With his other hand, he rolled your nipple between his fingers gently, occasionally pinching roughly for a second before letting go again, knowing that you quite enjoy that sensation.

“Fuck! Eddie, Stevie, cumming!” You exclaimed, finally falling over the edge that they had held you at for so long while Eddie was teasing, not realizing that little bit of extra stimulation was all you needed.

Eddie kissed your forehead gently. “You did such a good job, sweetheart. Do you think you’re ready for me?”

You nodded, taking some deep breaths with your eyes closed. “Yeah Eds, I think I can do it. Just be gentle.”

“You know I will be.” He responded, kissing you softly. “I’m gonna put the condom on now, okay?”

You nodded again, holding Steve’s hand as he sat you up just a little so he could lay behind you. “Okay Eddie.”

“You’re gonna be just fine, princess.” Steve said, squeezing your hand gently. “Squeeze my hand if you need it.”

“I can do that, Stevie.” You told him, doing your best to get comfortable as Eddie lined himself up.

Eddie kissed both you and Steve gently. “Ready, baby girl? I’m gonna start with just the tip.”

“Yeah honey. I think I’m ready.” You nodded, letting Steve give you a quick kiss. Eddie slowly pushed in, having felt that you were still wet even though you were nervous. “Shit baby, you feel so big.” You said, squeezing Steve’s hand.

“Too much?” Eddie asked, pausing his movements.

You shook your head. “No, I can take it. I want to.”

Steve rubbed your shoulders gently. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure, Stevie. I don’t know that I don’t necessarily need to finish because I already have twice, but I want this. I know I can do it.” You told the boys, pulling Eddie in for a very soft kiss.

“Shit, sweetheart. You can’t do things like that when I’m barely inside you.” Eddie groaned, resting his forehead against yours. You giggled. Eddie hissed. “Can’t do that either honey. Fuck.”

“Okay Eds, I won’t do either, but I promise, you can keep going.” You said, doing your best to relax against Steve. This way, Eddie could start slowly pushing himself further inside you, stopping briefly every time he saw you squeeze Steve’s hand.

Just a moment later, Eddie stopped. “Fuck sweetheart, you feel so good around me. That’s it though, I’m all the way in.”

“Shit, really Eds? I did it?” You asked, breathing heavily and trying not to squeeze too tight around Eddie, knowing he was really sensitive right now too. “I feel so full.”

Steve rubbed your shoulders gently, pulling you in for a very gentle kiss. “You did it, baby girl. Any pain, discomfort?”

“It feels a little weird, y’know, I’m really not used to having anything in there. But it doesn’t hurt too badly. I think you could move if you wanted, honey.” You replied, slipping one hand under his hair to lightly scratch at his neck. 

Eddie let out a soft groan. “Shit honey, that’s not fair.”

Steve chuckled. “Since when do you like when we play fair, sweetheart?” You reached up to scratch softly at Steve’s neck as well, since you could feel that he was hard against your back. He groaned against the side of your neck, causing you to squeeze around Eddie. Eddie’s head thunked softly against your collarbone and he took a few deep breaths while pressed into your skin.

“You can’t do shit like that honey. I’m fucking gonna blow my load right now if you do that to me.” Eddie said, bucking his hips.

“You can- fuck Eds, you can move. I can handle it.” You said, kissing him softly on the top of his head.

“Are you sure, baby?” He asked. You nodded. Eddie slowly pulled out of you before thrusting back in.

“That feels good, Eds, shit.” You leaned your head back against Steve’s neck and kissed there gently, making him moan in sync with Eddie. Steve brought his hands up to play with your tits gently and squeezed one of your nipples just as Eddie hit a spot inside you. “Fuck, Eddie, there!”

Eddie kissed your neck softly. “Yeah sweetheart? Is that the spot to make you feel good for me?” You whined an affirmative in response. “I can aim for it more. Is that what you want?”

“Yes, Eddie. Fuck, please make me cum again.” You replied, rocking your hips gently into his for more friction.

Steve and Eddie both groaned at the friction you were able to give each of them. “You need more friction, sweetheart?” Steve asked, gently squeezing your nipples.

“Please, Stevie.” You whined. “Rub my clit please.”

As Steve reached down to rub your clit, Eddie leaned over to suck on your tits, just the way you like. “You’re doing such a good job for us, baby.” Steve said. “You’re taking Eddie so well. You think Eddie can speed up a little?”

You nodded. “Yeah, Eds, whatever makes you feel best.” Eddie’s thrusts sped up, all of them angled at the spot that made you melt and he pressed one of his hands softly into your lower stomach, right where you could already feel him thrusting. “Oh my God, Eds, that feels so good.”

“Shit baby, if you keep squeezing me like that, I’m not gonna be able to last.” Eddie said, sucking a mark between your tits.

“You don’t have to last, Eddie. Fuck, you can- you can cum. Please, I wanna feel you.” You begged, pulling Eddie in for a kiss.

Eddie stuttered. “You have to finish for me first sweetheart. Need you to cum first. You close?” He leaned back down to continue sucking on your tits.

You shook your head. “Not enough to cum before you do.”

Steve took that as his cue to keep talking to you, knowing that they both really wanted to give you three before Eddie finished. “You are such a good girl honey. You are doing such a good job, taking Eddie so well. Telling us everything you need.” He rubbed your clit faster, gently pressing his other hand against the back of Eddie’s head to keep his mouth there swirling faster around you. Steve kept talking, and after a couple of minutes all the stimulation was getting to you because you clutched both of them as close to you as they possibly could be and called out that you were cumming. 

Feeling you tighten around him, Eddie’s thrusts stopped as he finished, and he stopped holding himself up as much over you. The culmination of everything else, as well as you and Eddie unceremoniously landing on him, caused Steve to finish too. “That was- fuck, that was awesome.” Eddie said softly. “What do you think, baby?” He asked, pushing himself back up off the bed to brush some hair out of your face.

“I think we can definitely do that again, Eddie.” You replied. “But I also think we should get off of poor Stevie.”

“No need, princess. I’m fine here. But Eddie should pull out of you so you can use the bathroom before you get an infection.” Steve responded, which caused Eddie to groan. You whined a little as Eddie pulled out of you, feeling incredibly sensitive, and tried to stand up on your own. Your knees immediately buckled with Steve reaching out to grab you around the waist while Eddie had his back turned to throw the condom in his bedroom garbage can. “Okay sweetheart. How about I carry you to the bathroom then.”

You chuckled. “Steve, I think I can walk there and back myself.”

“I don’t think you can, honey. You can’t even stand up. But how’s this:” Steve began. “I will carry you to the bathroom and help clean you up, and Eds will reheat dinner and we can all refuel and rehydrate.”

Eddie pretended to protest in the background, but you agreed and Steve carried you to the bathroom so that you could clean up and actually use the bathroom while you were there. Eddie cleaned himself up using a tissue on the nightstand, and then put on boxers and sweatpants to head to the kitchen so that he could reheat each of your unfinished dinners. While each of your dinners was heating up, Eddie also poured each of you a fresh glass of water.

You came out after a couple of minutes, Steve close behind you, and sat down at the table. “Not that I want to rush this, because I am hungry after all that activity, but when we’re done, can we go back to bed and cuddle?” You asked before taking a bite of your reheated meal.

“Of course, sweetheart.” Eddie said, squeezing the hand your fork wasn’t in. “You never have to ask for cuddles after sex, that’s a guarantee. Especially when we’re all fed.”

**

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[rumble-bee-art]

Kisses of fire (the carpet is burning, burning!)

[periwinkle-berries]

Everyone knows the age old question: where is Steve’s hand?

Well I have a proposition or two:

[urdreamgirls-dreamgirl]

“vickie!” eddie practically screams from his kitchen, rage coursing through him as he stares down at the tabloids spread out in front of him on the counter. “get in here! now!”

eddie’s had an issue with his rage lately. well. he’s had an issue with a lot of things, since he got famous, really. but that’s not his problem right now.

his problem is he’s looking down at image after image of himself on the covers of people and us weekly and entertainment tonight being dragged out of last night’s night club by his own security team with blood pouring from his nose. he looks angry. he looks crazed.

just then, a stranger walks into his kitchen.

“who the fuck are you?” he blurts out at the man, who’s wearing a dark green sweater vest over a white t-shirt and tortoise-shell glasses.

“i’m steve,” the weirdo stalker says, smiling brightly. he has surprisingly swoopy hair for an insane fan. “i’m your new assistant.”

“where’s vickie?” eddie asks, rubbing at the sore spot on his nose. thank god it’s not broken.

“you fired her,” steve tells him. “two days ago.”

“i fire her all the time.”

“ok, well… i guess this time it stuck,” steve shrugs. “chrissy hired me.”

“fucking chrissy,” eddie says under his breath, rolling his eyes. he pulls out his phone from the pocket of his sweatpants and speed dials chrissy. “chris, what the fuck?” he doesn’t even give her the chance to say hello.

“good morning, eddie. i’m doing really well, how are you?”

“not fucking well, that’s how i am!” eddie practically yells into the receiver. “what the fuck? did you see the pictures? and who the fuck is this guy in my house?”

“yes, eddie, i saw the pictures.” eddie can hear the eye roll in her voice. “we’re handling it. nancy’s already on it with the team. what was the other thing?”

eddie knows she’s fucking with him and that pisses him off even more. “who is this freak in my house wearing a goddamn sweater vest?!” he feels like a blood vessel in his eye is about to pop.

“hey,” steve protests softly from across the kitchen where he’s started to pull shit out of eddie’s fridge. he didn’t even know there was anything in that fridge.

“that’s not a very nice way to talk about your new assistant,” chrissy’s voice comes loud and clear through the phone.

“christina fucking cunningham, you know i have final say on all hiring decisions when it comes to my assistants.” he rubs at his sore nose again.

“you had final say on all hiring decisions until you fired vickie for the thirteenth time and she refused to come back, even with a three hundred percent raise. we’re going in a different direction now.” chrissy sounds entirely too pleased with herself.

“well, i fucking hate him,” eddie grumbles and watches steve to make sure he’s heard him. steve doesn’t even react, just continues doing whatever the fuck he’s doing with the frying pan he’d found in the cabinet.

“you don’t even know him, eddie. give him a chance. anyway, i have to go, i have brunch plans with my very beautiful, very intelligent, perfect fiancée,” chrissy tells him, gloating, before hanging up on him.

eddie wants desperately to throw his phone across the kitchen, but if he breaks this one that would be his fourth phone in three weeks and he couldn’t bear to have to ask this steve person to go buy him a new one. he settles for squeezing it in his hand until it creaks while taking several deep breaths through his nose.

“what are you doing?” he grits out.

“are you always this rude?” steve asks, ignoring his question.

“to weirdo freak strangers showing up in my house unannounced? yes.”

“it’s not unannounced, chrissy wrote it on your calendar.” steve gestures toward the paper calendar hanging on the side of the fridge where chrissy writes his major life events and which eddie mostly just ignores before sliding a plate full of food toward eddie.

“what is this?” eddie sneers.

“it’s an omelette with cheese and mushrooms,” steve replies, smiling. he’s always fucking smiling.

“i’m allergic to… omelettes,” eddie says, just to be a dick.

“no you’re not. you’re allergic to blueberries and dust.” steve doesn’t stop smiling pleasantly.

“did you get access to my medical records? that’s a violation of my… whatever rights.” eddie waves a hand through the air.

“no, i didn’t go look at your medical records, jesus. i’m not a stalker. chrissy told me when she hired me.”

“whatever. i still fucking hate you.”

“okay,” steve shrugs again. “eat your breakfast.”

eddie has every intention of leaving the kitchen, full plate of food and all, but. he is hungry.

so he eats.

and he’s pissed that it’s actually good.

~*~

eddie spends the rest of the day being a general nuisance to steve any time he tries to do his job. when steve answers the phone before handing it to eddie, eddie “accidentally” hangs up on whoever it is on the hand off & makes sure to blame his new assistant when the person finally calls back. when steve has to drive him to his meeting with nancy and the pr team, eddie tries to give him the wrong directions, but steve’s too smart for that. when steve has to do the grocery shopping, he makes steve go to the erewhon all the way across town during rush hour because the one down the street “just doesn’t have the same vibe, steve.”

and all the while, steve just does his job, still smiling, not getting angry at all even though it’s beyond obvious eddie’s being a little shit to him.

which honestly just pisses eddie off more than anything else today.

“here’s some aspirin,” steve says, placing two white pills on the coffee table in front of eddie, along with a mason jar of water. eddie, lounging on his big squishy couch, pulls the ice pack away from his nose, which has started throbbing again. “you didn’t have any glasses.” steve shrugs when he sees eddie’s arched eyebrow looking skeptically at the jar of water. “if you don’t need anything else, i’ll take off for the day.”

it’s past 8pm already, long after steve should have left for the day except that eddie had made him stay to organize his extensive tshirt collection by color, shade, and design before he could even think about going home. it was an emergency, after all.

“i’ll have to check the t-shirt closet first,” eddie replies, before swallowing the aspirin dry. steve shrugs again and rolls his eyes. eddie would say something about his blatant rudeness, but he’s too exhausted.

eddie pulls himself off the couch and makes his way down the hallway to his “t-shirt room.” it’s so stupid, but he has all this space and he’d started collecting the tshirts so long ago. they’re not worth anything, they’re just his wardrobe but… they remind him of wayne and the thrifting they used to do every saturday morning.

the organization eddie had been having steve do was entirely arbitrary. it’s not like eddie plans his outfits. he mostly just pulls whatever out of wherever, unless it’s an event and then he pays someone to do the deciding and dressing for him anyway.

but. steve’s organized the t-shirts by genre and subgenre and then by band alphabetically and finally color. more than eddie had even asked him to do.

eddie had come in here fully prepared to rip steve a new one, but even he can be shocked into appreciation.

steve notices eddie’s silence and grins.

“can i tell you something?” steve says pleasantly and then continues without even letting eddie respond to the question. “i know i look like a nice polite guy next door that moms totally love—it’s the sweater vests, i think.” steve plucks at his top. “and that’s true. i am a nice polite guy and moms do love me. i’m awesome.” his grin widens. “but i got kicked out of my parents house when i was 18 and i lived in my car for a while. i’ve been on my own for seven years. i made a life in LA out of nothing. so you can throw your little temper tantrums and tell me how much you hate me. you can make me go to the erewhon all the way across town and you can make me look incompetent to my colleagues. but i need this job. i’ve worked hard for this job. this job pays more than any other job i’ve ever had combined. and you’re hardly the biggest asshole i’ve ever met. so you can continue trying to make my life miserable—hell, i’ll even give you my dad’s number, you guys can swap ideas!” steve laughs at his own joke before turning serious for the first time all day. “but i’m not vickie. you won’t make me cry. you can’t fire me. i’m not going anywhere.” he claps his hands together. “anyway, i’m gonna take off, since i have plans with my actual friends. but hey, i’ll see you tomorrow, huh?” and he smiles again, giving eddie a small waggle of his fingers, before heading out through the door.

eddie’s still just standing there in the middle of his tshirt room when he hears the front door slam shut.

part two

[sofadofax]

thinking rockstar eddie and normal guy/stay at home dad steve. their kid has career day at school and steddie think they’re gonna choose eddie for his presentation bc duh but he brings in steve instead. he’s fascinated with all the work steve does around the house plus he makes my lunch for school and cooks dinner EVERY NIGHT. just their kid being absolutely amazed and grateful with everything steve does. of course they also care about eddie’s job and his music etc and loves them both equally but thinks steve’s job is way cooler

[notaqueenakhaleesi]

Okay but here’s the thing… in fanfic you can say whatever you want but in canon in the show why does he throw his shirt at Eddie though??

[resande]

My lil winter exchange for @hotluncheddie ! Hope you like it!💖💖🥳

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