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steddieas-shegoes · 1 year

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“What the fuck are you wearing?”

Eddie’s voice rang out through Steve’s bedroom.

Steve jumped because, well, he was completely alone in his house less than a minute ago, and now Eddie Munson was standing in his doorway staring at him.

In a skirt.

Not like, a short one. Just one of Robin’s that she let him borrow with no explanation.

She kind of gave him a knowing look, but she didn’t say anything. She probably didn’t want to scare him or make him second guess himself or feel any of the shame he finally buried deep enough to even ask her for it.

It’s just when he first saw it in her closet, he fell in love with it. The way it flowed in just the right spots, how it hit above the hips (or he thought it would if he ever was brave enough to try it on), how the color was the exact shade of blue he always preferred.

And Robin never even wore it.

It was shoved in the back of her closet like a forgotten thing, never to see the light of day because then Robin would have to acknowledge something other than jeans or stupid pleated pants that were apparently “all the rage for lesbians, Steve!”

So he spent months picturing himself in it, touching the soft fabric any time he had to grab something from her closet, practicing asking to borrow it “for a girlfriend.” Practiced telling himself that skirts were only gendered because of society, or whatever bullshit spiel Robin had gone into when they saw a guy getting teased for wearing a dress in Indy.

And he believed it just fine when it came to others. Doesn’t make any man who is a man less of a man and all that.

But for him?

It’s just not allowed.

Until it was.

He was staying the night at Robin’s because they had to close and then open the next morning. She was showing him her new sweater she’d bought for her first date with Nancy that she refused to actually ask Nancy out on. When she opened the closet, he saw the edge of it.

“Can I borrow that?”

Robin looked at him like he’d gained ten heads.

“Borrow what? The sweater? No. This sweater cost more than most of my closet combined. It’s gonna be my magical confidence booster.”

“Not the sweater.” Steve took a deep breath. “The skirt.”

“Uh.”

“I mean. Not for me. Obviously. For someone else.”

Robin raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms.

“Uh. Do I know her?”

“Nope.”

“Does she need clothes or something? I can do a closet clean out to help.”

Steve loved Robin. She wasn’t exactly well-off, but she’d literally give the shirt off her back if it meant someone else would have clothes who needed them.

He only felt a little guilty about lying to her.

“No, no. Uh. Just the skirt. She saw one like it the other day and loved it so much. She couldn’t get that one so I think if she can just wear this one once she’ll get it out of her system, ya know?”

If he was talking about himself, that was only for him to know.

But he saw the way Robin was looking at him. She knew. No amount of coverup was going to make her not know. He could only hope she wouldn’t ask questions.

“Sure. She can try it and see if it gets out of her system. She could also keep it if it doesn’t though.”

Steve gulped.

“Really?”

Robin gave him a small smile, encouraging when he felt like he was going to throw up all over her ugly bedroom carpet.

“Yeah. God knows I won’t ever wear it unless I’m being forced to.”

“Okay.” Steve smiled and walked over to the closet. “I…she’s gonna be really excited about this. Thanks, Robs.”

“Anytime Dingus.”

He turned to look at Eddie standing in his doorway, face flush with embarrassment and shame. He didn’t want this to be the end of whatever was going on between him and Eddie.

They were dancing around each other according to Robin and Will and Dustin and Max.

They were being ridiculous according to Nancy and Jonathan and Wayne.

They were being cautious according to Eddie.

They were just taking it slow.

Steve hated it.

But he knew why Eddie wanted to be cautious; Rushing into a relationship built on shared trauma is probably worth taking a little time on.

And even if they have been basically dating for months, it’s totally fine that they haven’t even kissed.

And now they probably never will because Eddie just walked in while he was wearing the skirt.

He loved this skirt. He felt pretty. He loved that when he turned in a circle, it fluttered out just enough to look cute, but not enough to show a bunch of skin. He loved the way the color made his tanned skin just a bit lighter, and he glowed a little in the mirror.

But now he would always think of Eddie leaving him in the dust because of it.

“I just. I. Sorry.”

Steve looked down at his feet, trying to feel for the zipper along the side of the skirt to take it off before he made things worse. His hands were shaking, adrenaline pouring through him so quickly he couldn’t find where the zipper began.

He felt a hand on top of his, holding it firmly to keep it from moving anymore.

“Stevie. Look at me.”

As hard as it was to do it, Steve looked up at Eddie, tears already forming in his eyes.

“You look beautiful. Keep it on, let me see you.”

And even though the words were so kind and made Steve feel so much better, he let the tears fall from his eyes.

Hearing Eddie say it out loud, that he was beautiful and allowed to wear this if it made him feel beautiful, was almost too much for him to handle. His last set of scars had really done a number on his self-confidence, but this skirt had given him hope for the first time in almost a year that he’d feel good in his skin again. Eddie had the power to tear him back down, but of course he hadn’t. He made it better, like he always did.

Eddie pulled his hand away from the skirt, holding it up and twirling him in a circle.

Steve giggled.

When was the last time he did that?

Never, maybe.

Eddie’s smile was contagious as they looked at each other with matching beaming smiles. He was staring at Steve’s face now.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this happy, sweetheart.” Eddie reached his unoccupied hand out to touch the waistline of the skirt. “I don’t think you know how incredible you look when you’re happy.”

What does a person even do with a compliment like that?

Pass out? Kiss? Die?

Steve settled on kissing Eddie.

It was time to move beyond whatever they’d been doing. Steve couldn’t wait any more.

If Eddie was going to not only accept this part of Steve that Steve had barely even accepted of himself, but also encourage him to feel beautiful, then Steve was going headfirst into this.

Their lips met harshly at first, Steve being a bit overzealous and misjudging how close they already were.

But within seconds, Eddie was slowing it down, placing both hands on Steve’s cheeks to control the pace better. He was licking along Steve’s bottom lip, silently asking for entrance, but not moving and faster or demanding anything more than what Steve wanted.

When they parted for air, Eddie rested his forehead against Steve’s, eyes blinking open slowly.

“You like the skirt?” Steve asked with a smirk.

“I love the person in it. I like whatever he feels best in.”

Steve sat with that for a moment, but recovered quickly.

“You love me?”

“Can’t imagine how you didn’t know, sweetheart.”

“Just didn’t know it was like this.”

“Like what?”

“Like the real kind. The kind where you love someone enough to love the things they love even if you aren’t sure what to do with it.”

“I love you the real kind.”

Eddie was smiling at him when he pulled away and left a kiss on the corner of his mouth.

“I love you the most kind.”

“I love you the best kind.”

Steve laughed.

“Can we dance?”

“If you want.”

“I wanna take the skirt for a test drive.”

Eddie settled his hands on Steve’s hips and started humming a song that was definitely not usually for a slow dance, but sounded nice enough for them.

When Eddie spun Steve out and twirled him back into his arms, and his skirt moved in just the right ways, he felt more like himself than he ever had before.

And when Eddie bought him his own skirt from a store in Indy the next time they had a date night, he let himself feel pretty in a way he didn’t think was possible.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #tumblr drabbles #headcanon #babygirl steve harrington #Steve deserves to feel pretty #and Eddie tells him so!!!#this was sitting in my notes for two weeks and I forgot about it lmao #maybe I should clean out my stuff more often

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maya-keery · 8 months

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I'm a sucker for Italian Steve so here's THIS

What about foreign exchange student Stefano Harrington who moves in with the Munson's for the school year.

This would be so cute y'all think about it. Steve being so excited and confused about American "culture" and the whole time Eddie's like "I wanna marry this dude".

And in this Eddie would be the kids' babysitter so they all meet Steve for the first time and they kids think he's so cool and Eddie is high key jealous of him.

And the biggest perk....there was only one bed.

(Logistically this makes no sense but I love it anyway)

#stranger things #the fruity four #steve harrington #eddie x steve #steddie #eddie munson #steddie au #babygirl steve harrington #steddie fic #italian steve harrington

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gorgeousgreymatter-x · 1 year

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yes steve is eddie's subby little babygirl but he is also eddie's bloodthirsty attack dog who will break the fingers of anyone who puts a hand on his people he contains multitudes ok

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #babygirl steve harrington #feral steve harrington #i am on my unhinged steve bullshit i guess tonight

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disjointed-art · 1 year

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Lovers eclipse

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Might be putting way more effort into this account now that the musk man is going ban crazy and linktree is TOS 🙄

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infinite-orangepeel · 1 year

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#sorry this bloody ass guy fell out of my pocket #my bad #clean him up for me and don’t forget to kiss him #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #scoops era steve #scoops troop #steve harrington comfort character #stranger things #steve harrington headcanon #babygirl steve harrington #the babygirlification of steve harrington #joe keery #djo #fruity four #steve x eddie

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hardboiledleggs · 1 year

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Tattoo Artist Eddie Munson Part 2

Part 1 Here!

I could kiss all of you consensually on the mouth, you were so nice about part 1 I cried several times. Here is the long awaited part 2, which I am considering turning into a full length fic on ao3 so if anyone wants to follow me there here it is! Sorry it is so short! This is mostly a stepping stone for my plan for part 3. As always, if anyone would like to be added to my permanent Steddie fic tag list or the tag list for this fic specifically, let me know below :)

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As a general rule, Steve considers himself a confident person. Unfortunately, there’s something about Eddie Munson that reduces him to a nervous, sweaty wreck with decidedly NOT perfect hair. Every time he pulls the now well-worn scrap of paper with Eddie’s number from his pocket, his heart rate jumps to an unhealthy level, and he stuffs it away. This has, of course, royally pissed off Robin Buckley.

“I mean, Jesus Christ, Steve. What is the point of getting a cute guy’s number if you aren’t even going to use it? I think I would have called him more than you have by now, and he doesn’t even have boobies!”

Steve crosses his arms and lets out a disgruntled huff. “Look, I told him some seriously personal stuff, okay? I doubt he even wants me to call him.”

Robin shoots him a deadly glare as she restocks the chocolate chunk ice cream, her stern look tempered slightly by her ridiculous sailor outfit. Scoops Ahoy is an okay place to work, all things considered, but Steve has considered reporting the ice cream shop to the Better Business Bureau for the uniforms alone.

“Why the hell would he give you his number, then? Please don’t be a dingus,” she snorts as she wipes an arm across her sweaty forehead.

“He probably felt bad for me, okay? Seriously. If I had told you that story, you wouldn’t be like ‘Wow, can’t wait to jump his bones!’ You’d think I was a pathetic dude with daddy issues,” Steve groans, flopping forward against the counter. His track record with guys had been, so far, awful. It was hard enough to be a bisexual man in the 80s, let alone in a small town in Indiana. One wrong move, the wrong word, and he could be arrested or worse. It didn’t give a guy a whole lot of confidence.

“For the record, I wouldn’t have wanted to jump your bones regardless, but whatever,” Robin says dryly. Her eyes are soft as she catches his arm. “Just don’t let yourself lose out on something nice ‘cause you’re scared, okay?”

Steve doesn’t look at her as he tugs out of her grip and starts organizing the spoons.

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Eddie Munson has always hated places like the Starcourt Mall. There are always way too many people, too much erroneous noise, and the workers start to follow you around the store if you start touching everything that looks like it might be soft. However, even he cannot deny the hypnotic pull of a brand-new Tower Records shop.

Weaving in between soccer moms and bubblegum-chewing teenage girls, he skids around a corner and gazes above the heads of the crowd, trying to spot the Tower Records logo amongst the perms. Nothing catches his eye except a blue and red neon sign flashing ‘Scoops Ahoy Ice Cream Parlor’ across the mall. Figuring there were worse places to take a break and get directions, Eddie shrugs and fights his way through the crowd and steps into the nautical ice cream parlor.

The man at the counter has his back to Eddie, but upon hearing Eddie’s boots squeak on the linoleum he turns and begins to recite sullenly, as if from a drilling manual; “Ahoy, are you ready to set off into an ocean of flavor with me as your capt-“

Steve snaps his mouth shut when he makes eye contact with Eddie. In comparison, Eddie’s mouth is gaping like a beached trout, and he doesn’t seem to have the capacity to shut it, because Steve, “tattoo boy who he had moaned and whined about to Argyle for literal hours” Steve, is standing right in front of him in tiny shorts and a sailor’s hat and is that lip gloss?

His face is on fire, smoke might be coming out of his ears, but he can’t bring himself to look away from the shorts. Apparently, the Scoops Ahoy motto was “Serve ice cream and invade Eddie Munson’s wet dreams for at least a month!” Eddie shifts his weight from foot to foot, his discomfort growing as the silence stretches longer. It had been days since they’d met, and Steve hadn’t called once. Wayne had gotten so sick of him asking if he had any messages that he’d threatened to tear the phone out of the wall.

“Well, hiya Stevie. How’d that ink turn out? Thought I might get to hear about it after you left, but I think my phone might be busted? That, or my uncle is lying to me about not getting any messages.” There. False bravado. The tried and true method of any queer man about to get rejected by an obscenely handsome ice cream salesman.

“I’m sorry,” Steve blurts. His hands twitch, as though he wanted to reach across the grimy counter but thought better of it at the last second. “I didn’t know how to call you and… so I didn’t.”

His face is ashen, full lips parted as he breathes. Eddie thinks he might never see a more beautiful thing in his life, but he takes a step back, a false grin stretching his lips into a practiced and careful expression.

“Hey, man, no big deal. I misread things. It happens! You were darling, and I am well-known for my sweet tooth.” He smiles a real smile this time and holds out his hand to shake. “No hard feelings as long as you can point me in the direction of the new record store?”

Steve stares at his ring-clad fingers for too long before he turns and starts to wrestle with the junky cash register on the counter. Something snaps as he yanks it open and fumbles for the receipt paper, tearing off a sheet and beginning to scribble furiously. Eddie is just thinking to himself that this guy must think he’s too stupid to remember one or two sentences of directions when the paper is shoved into his outstretched hand. Steve has scrawled his full name and number in thin, slanted handwriting.

A bubble of hope rises in Eddie’s chest as he stares at the piece of paper in his hand. This isn’t platonic with a capital P. Or at least if it is, the universe is mean and should reevaluate how it operates.

“This way you can call me, because I’m a total chickenshit and am definitely terrified of you,” Steve declares as he gnaws on his bottom lip. “Or if I fucked it up that’s whatever and I get it. The record store is like 15 stores down to the right.” He looks like a puppy someone had kicked and left out in the rain.

“When is your shift over? Or rather, when will you be home and sitting by the phone?” Eddie asks in a breathless rush.

Steve’s face brightens with a shy but triumphant smile. “I’m off at 7, home by 7:15!”

“7:30, loverboy. I need a ride.” The pane of frosted glass behind Steve slides open, revealing a pretty girl in a similar uniform to her coworker, although her outfit isn’t having quite the same effect on Eddie as Steve’s is. Grinning like a hyena, she pulls a whiteboard out from behind her and uncaps a marker, putting a single tally in a column labeled “You Rule” that has thus far remained empty. Steve tosses a waffle cone at her head, which she ducks, before sliding the panel shut once more.

“7:30 then. Got it. Expect my call, big boy,” Eddie bows theatrically. He steps backward, attempting a suave exit, and spins around before he can say anything else horrific and embarrassing like “Need a skipper for your next voyage?”

As he is hurrying out of the shop, he hears a crash and a shout of “Buckley, you are so dead!” Eddie grins and stares down at the phone number in his hand, trip to the record store completely forgotten. Steve Harrington had no idea what he was signing up for.

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prazinos · 1 year

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Give In.

Summary ~ Eddie comes home with an interesting idea that would take a lot of self control.

Pairing ~ Steddie x Reader

Warnings ! ~ Horny pills ? | Oral {F} | Overstimulation {F} | PiV | Masturbation {M} | Tbh Steve is like sub ngl | Desperation should come with it's own warning | Coming in pants |

WC ~ 2.1K

have fun Bozos

You and Steve had been bored all day, there was a heatwave in Hawkins and you didn't want to go to the pool because you both knew that it would be packed. And although Steve's house was the only one with air conditioning, the air conditioning was broken

So, you decided to stay in, currently, you were walking around the trailer in black panties that were more than just a bit lacey, and as much as Steve would love to jump your bones right then and there, he was far too hot.

Both you and Steve turned to look at the door when you heard the lock being turned, and then in came Eddie, your shared beloved boyfriend, who was also your saviour as he was holding a large fan under his arm.

'Eddie our saviour' you said walking over to him.

'Now Y/N, sweetheart, darling, I love you and I'm loving this look but I'm sweaty, so don't hug me' Eddie said putting the fan down as Steve rushed over to plug it in and turn it on.

You practically shoved Steve out of the way getting in front of the fan, bending your knees slightly.

'Now, I got something else for us, and it will be fun I promise' Eddie said digging into his denim shorts, you and Steve shared a look of 'oh great'

And the two of you grew more worried when Eddie walked over with his wolfish smile and small packet in his hand.

Eddie ushered yourself and Steve over to the living room and you all sat down on the floor as Eddie opened the packet he was holding.

'You know how Stevie and I love our competitions, I was thinking this competition you could join in princess'

'Okay...'

'perfect' Eddie said clapping his hands together, 'these pills I hold in my hand, will make us all very horny'

'oh god' Steve said dragging a hand down his face.

'The idea is, we all take a pill and see who can keep control the best' Eddie explained placing a pill in yours and Steve's hand.

You all look at each other before popping the pills in your mouths. You could keep control the longest. Easily.

The rules were simple, no touching each other or yourself.

Not ten minutes later the boys were dishevelled messes, you were as well but you kept it better hidden, plus they could not keep their eyes off your tits. Everybody now shirtless and in their underwear.

You were so going to win.

'god you two are terrible at this' you said picking at your nail.

Steve scoffs like he is totally unbothered,

'You're scoffing like you don't want to have a taste of Y/N right now Stevie' Eddie smiles, Steve practically whimpers shifting on the carpet, determined to make Steve lose, you spread your legs wider, so the two of them could get a look at the wet patch on your panties.

Then you realised something, this was so not between you Eddie and Steve, this was between Eddie and Steve, who would dare touch you first.

you smiled realising this as the two boys eyed each other down, you swiftly got up and walked upstairs to Steve's bedroom, grabbing your vibrator before going back downstairs,

'Giving up so easy sweetheart?' Eddie smiled at you.

'No, I just know that this is really between you and Steve' you said pointing the vibrator from Eddie and Steve.

you took your panties off, sitting on the carpet again against the couch.

You pressed the on button, smiling as the vibrator sprung to life.

dragging it up your slit before pressing it firmly against your clit. You let out a moan, slightly exaggerated as you watch your boys stare at you, nothing but lust in their eyes.

your back arches slightly off the couch as you turn the vibrator up higher, groaning looking at Steve, surely he would give in first.

You feel the coil tightening at a fast rate, this pill really did get you worked up.

'Eddie, Steve!' you moaned, hoping one of them would crack

'we're just enjoying the show baby' Eddie said with that same wolfish smile that got you put in this position in the first place. 'That's right, show Stevie how pretty you look when you cum, make him crack' he continued.

'Steve!' you moaned loudly as your orgasm crashed over you. The waves of pleasure consuming you completely, your hips bucked against the vibrator as you rode out your high.

As you came down from your high, you still felt that need for release. you whined as the vibrations continued on your clit.

you threw your head back as you circled the vibrator around your clit.

You wanted one of the boys to crack, to fuck you senseless. And you knew how stubborn Eddie was, Steve was stubborn too sure, but far less than Eddie.

'Steve' you whimpered, 'want, want you to-' your sentence is broken off with a high pitched whine, ones that drove Steve crazy.

'Aww poor baby wants you to eat her out, don't you princess?' Eddie asks.

'mhm!' you moan.

you could see Steve slowly losing composure, squirming where he was seated on the floor.

you plunged two fingers inside of your dripping hole, curling them, hitting that spot inside yourself that makes you see stars.

But you weren't seeing stars, because your fingers weren't as long or thick as Steve or Eddies, they didn't have that roughness to them. Your eyes closing in concentration.

You thought your prayers were answered when you felt a large ringed hand on your thigh, your eyes fluttered back open to see Eddie, and as you looked over at Steve who looked like pure relief flooded through him, Eddie spoke up

'Seriously Harrington? You were barely holding on? Waiting for me to cave?'

Steve straightened his back 'I'm not quitting, no way'

Eddie smiled at you before snatching the vibrator from you and pulling your fingers out of your pussy, having you lay down completely on the floor.

Eddie laid down on his stomach in front of your dripping pussy,

'Sure you don't want to give in Stevie?' he asked

Steve shook his head, clearly not trusting his voice. Eddie smiled before licking a broad stripe up your pussy. Immediately you moaned at the contact, and Eddie started devouring you.

You looked over at Steve with hooded eyes, moaning towards him as Eddie lightly bit your clit. You watched as Steve shuddered from the sight of the two of you, and it was hurtling you towards your orgasm, and you knew Steve's reactions were spurring him on. You watched as Steve licked his lips, desperate to taste you.

'Eddie, 'm so close, please don't stop'

Somehow Eddie doubled down on his efforts of pleasing you. and you were hurtling towards the edge.

Your hands shot down to Eddie's hair, gripping it tightly. Eddie groaned against your clit, rolling his hips against the carpet. That was your breaking point, rolling your hips against Eddie's face, whimpers falling out of your mouth, your back arching off the floor.

As you come down from your high, you started to become too sensitive on your clit, but you needed more, craved more. You pushed Eddie's head away from your pussy, and Eddie sat back on his knees, looking back at Steve, licking his lips

'She tastes so good Stevie, sure you don't want a taste?'

'No, I'm not giving in. This pill is doing nothing to me'

Eddie chuckles at Steve's fake confidence before grabbing your hips and dragging you towards him.

Eddie rids himself of his boxers and strokes his cock a few times before positioning himself at your entrance, the two of you moaning at the sensation.

'How hard you want it baby?' Eddie asked, thrusting slowly into your cunt.

'Hard, hard please Eddie, need you to fuck me so hard'

Eddie smiled before gripping your hips tighter and started pounding into you, you reacted immediately whining, trying to grab onto anything you can, the pleasure that was coursing through your body being almost too much.

key word, almost

You turned your head to look at Steve and he was looking anywhere but the two of you. You look back at Eddie and gesture your head towards Steve, Eddie snaps his head to look at him and clearly isn't satisfied with the fact that Steve won't look at you two.

Gripping your hips and throwing your legs over his shoulders he starts thrusting harder, to the point it was almost painful.

again, key word, almost

Your moans grew louder and Steve finally looked at the two of you again. And you could have sworn that you heard Steve whimper.

Your thighs started shaking at the amount of pleasure you were feeling. And that only made Eddie thrust faster and harder, you could have sworn he couldn't have sped up anymore.

Tears started streaming down your face and Eddie being the disgusting man he is, merely leaned down and licked the tear that was running down your cheek right off your face.

You were so close, so close to the edge, just a final push is all you needed.

And as if Eddie had read your mind he reached down and started moving tight circles around your clit.

You started clenching around Eddie's dick as you hurtled towards your orgasm, Eddie groaned and threw his head back as you did.

'Eddie please 'm so close, please don't stop please, please'

'Not planning on it sweetheart'

The overwhelming pleasure of your orgasm consumes you, screaming out as it did. tidal waves of pleasure hitting you. Your hips rolling against Eddie's, your walls clenching around him, making him come not long after you.

You came back down from your high and winced as Eddie pulled out of you slowly, trying his best not to overstimulate you.

You pull yourself back up leaning against the couch, the horny buzz you felt was still there but you could deal with it.

You whined as you felt Eddie and your mixed cum leak out of you, and Eddie groaned at the sight as you shut your eyes from your exhaustion

Then your eyes shot open to feeling a tongue lapping at your cunt.

You look down and see Steve, apparently watching your mixed cum was too much for him to handle. You grabbed Steve's hair, pulling tightly, and he whimpered into you.

Eddie just sat back and watched as Steve would moan and whimper into you, devouring and loving the taste of you.

Steve could never get enough of tasting you, quite literally. Steve had a bad day at work? Eating you out made his day ten times better. You had a bad day at work? Steve is in between your thighs as soon as you sit down. You and Eddie are mad at Steve because the customer at Family video was a little too touchy and Steve didn't do anything? Steve was tied to a chair and had to merely whine and watch as you sat on Eddie's face.

And Steve right now, all of his senses were full of you. Tasting you, feeling you pull on his hair, whenever he opened his eyes to see you writhing above him, all he could hear were your moans.

You were already sensitive from Eddie's fucking, but looking down to see Steve in pure ecstasy merely from eating you out, had you feeling ten times more sensitive and you were close to the edge once again.

You watched as Steve's hips grinded against the carpet, moaning into your cunt each time he did. resulting in your hips bucking into his face from the vibrations.

You let out a high pitched mewl as Steve started sucking persistently on your clit.

'C'mon baby, give Stevie what he craves' Eddie spoke out, causing your eyes to look at him, just to see him stroking his once again hard cock.

Your hips bucked into Steve's face again, causing him to push your hips down.

'Stevie please, please please, gonna come, please'

Steve moaned against you at your words, doubling his efforts to make you come.

'Steve!' you practically screamed as your orgasm came crashing down. Your eyes rolling to the back of your head. And you felt Steve moan against your clit only prolonging your pleasure.

Panting as you came down from your high, you clamped your thighs against Steve's head pushing him away, Steve sat up and wiped his mouth.

'Jesus Christ' Eddie said, his softening cock still in his hand.

Steve got up and you noticed the large wet patch on his boxers.

'Don't even act surprised he came from eating you out sweetheart' Eddie chuckled.

Steve came back in new boxers and threw a new pair to Eddie, sitting down in front of you with a wet towel, cleaning you up before helping you put on a new pair of panties and pyjama shorts.

WHY IS EVERYTHING SO SHORT LATELY I SWEAR THIS WAS LIKE 80K WORDS OHMYGOD. GOOD LORD I NEED TO START WRITING GOODER BECAUSE THIS SHIT IS SO SHORT LATELY IM SORRY

Bye Bozos

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