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dear lord this is way too damn good

steddie?!?! okay just, just steve and eddie eating you out together. watching their tongues touch when they lap up your cunt like they've been thirsty all their lives. one of them just fucking their fingers in you and the other sucks on your little sensitive clit with an evil smile. and you don't know how many times you came

:((( they've just been eating both your holes out for hours. and fuck, maybe you're even face down ass up and they're just licking at your holes — steve fucking his tongue into your cunt and eddie might finger and lick your ass obxjdhskjsjs autumn ☹️

𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝘆𝗼𝘂 | 𝗲. 𝗺𝘂𝗻𝘀𝗼𝗻 & 𝘀. 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘁𝗼𝗻

pairings: eddie munson x female reader x steve harrington

summary: eddie and steve are more than happy to show you just how much they like pleasing you.

word count: 1.7k words

warnings: eighteen plus only, oral (fem receiving), dirty talk, anal play/ass fingering and licking

authors note: august ☹️☹️ you are so dirty this is so dirty but i love it. the steddie kick i’m on right now is so intense and this only fuelled the fire. i hope you enjoy the route i went with this, cause i know i sure did! depending on how we all like this there may be another steddie one shot in your near future!

“d-do you guys really like eating me out?” your knee bounced with anxiety, a worried look etched into your features. from you furrowed brows to your bottom lip that was caught between your teeth.

the two boys in front of you shared a confused look, making eye contact quickly before looking back at you. they wondered where this was coming from and why you had brought it up after dinner on a random wednesday night.

“where did you get the idea we didn’t like doing it?” steve said. he was having a hard time keeping it together, wondering where and when this thought had landed in your pretty head.

“i overheard two girls in my class talking about how guys don’t actually like doing it…” you sighed softly, holding your hands out in front of you. “and i thought of the both of you a-and i don’t wanna make you guys-“

eddie was the first to break the seriousness in the room, a deep laugh pouring out of him. your lips formed into a pout, arms coming to wrap around your middle.

“baby.” steve reached out to place a hand on your shaky knee, his other slapping eddie gently as a cue for him to stop laughing.

you shook your head and looked at the table, embarrassment heating your face. you felt a bit silly for bringing it up now, given the reaction of your boyfriends.

you heard some shuffling around, and it wasn’t long before you felt two ring heavy fingers on your chin. eddie pushed your head up to look at him, a dopey smile painted on his face.

“sweetheart.” he whispered, “you aren’t making us do anything.”

steve moved closer, standing above you and next to eddie.

“those girls don’t know what they are talking about.” steve shook his head, “their douchebag boyfriends only care about their own needs.”

“we love making you feel good.” eddie smiled at you, “fuck, i’d never cum again if it meant i got to taste you everyday.”

“i second that.” steve remarked, “eating you out is one of my favourite things.”

you felt even more hot than before, listening to the two of them tell you that they would die for your pussy. your lip stayed stuck between your teeth, eyes moving back and forth between the two pretty boys.

they watched you in thought for a few seconds before eddie turned to steve dramatically.

“she doesn’t believe us.” eddie smirked, raising his eyebrows at you.

“i don’t think she does.” steve said in the same snarky tone.

“i-i..” you began.

“ah-ah.” eddie squished your cheeks together so you couldn’t speak.

“think we better show our girl how much her cunt means to us, harrington.” eddie dragged his words out, looking back from you to steve.

“i agree.” steve tilted his head at you, “think she needs a reminder.”

that’s how you ended up here, back arched above eddie’s bed as you moaned out in pleasure.

though the conversation happened only an hour ago, it was blurry in your mind. turns out it’s hard to make out details when you were headed in the direction of your fourth orgasm.

you were positive there was a puddle of your own juices beneath you. your thighs were coated in your sticky nectar, a thin layer of sweat laid upon your skin.

steve had a hand pressed on your left thigh, keeping your legs open to where he liked it. he was laying on his stomach, licking at your soaked entrance.

eddie was hovering beside him, his lips wrapped around your sensitive bud. he knew best how you liked your clit toyed with, a steady back and forth between sucking and small kitten licks.

you felt eddie laughing around you. you peaked your head up to see their tongues hitting each other as steve lapped your juices up further.

a pathetic moan fell from your lips at the sight. you pushed yourself up on your arms so you could see the two of them better. they pulled away from your cunt for a moment, connecting their lips in a sloppy kiss. their faces were covered in your slick, steve’s chest hairs were wet from a mix of that and sweat.

you whined loudly, suddenly feeling left out. when they turned to you, your eyes grew wider. both of their lips were swollen and wet, their faces both wearing a beautiful shade of pink

they were the prettiest things you had ever seen, especially like this. eddie smirking in your direction, loving how much you were enjoying yourself. steve wearing a more gentle smile, just as eager as you are for him to get back to what he was doing.

“don’t worry, angel.” eddie chuckled, “we haven’t forgotten about you.”

he moved back down to your clit, kissing above it before wrapping his lips around it once more.

steve pulled back eddie’s hair and watched him, smiling as he heard you sigh pleasure once again. he pressed two fingers against your entrance, enjoying the way you clenched around the tips of them.

sliding them into you, your back arched again. your gummy walls sucking him into you with no remorse.

“should feel her, eddie.” steve whispered to the dark haired boy, “pretty pussy is fluttering ‘round me already.“

he began working the digits into you, twisting them around with interested eyes. one thing about the two of them was that the only thing they loved looking at as much as you, was your cunt.

“needa cum.” your toes curled, hand knitting into eddie’s hair as you gripped it tightly. “steve…eddie…please.”

you didn’t miss the smirk they sent eachother. it was cruel how quickly they pulled away from your heat, leaving you a whining mess.

“come on sweetheart.” eddie encouraged, “flip over for us.” he helped you sit up slowly as a gentle ache pulsed through your body.

steve placed a pillow down to support your head, helping eddie flip you over. gripping onto eddie’s arm you managed to get on your knees, letting your front collapse into the fluffy white pillow.

you pushed your ass into the air, teasingly moving it a bit. steve slapped your ass playfully, making a laugh bubble in your chest.

“look at this, harrington.” eddie groaned, spreading your ass open wider. “opened nice and wide for us, little holes are begging for it, you see that?”

eddie’s words went straight to your already burning hot core. you knew he was obsessed with your ass, taking and chance he could to take a peak at it and knead the flesh in his hands.

it clicked now, why they wanted you like this. the two of them being the greedy ones now, they both wanted a hole to play with.

“look like she’s already ready for you, eds.” steve licked his lips, rubbing your slick up towards the tight muscle.

steve held onto the backs of your thighs, moving down to lap at your sore pussy. your puffy folds ached at his warm tongue, your body already chasing another release.

eddie began kissing your ass slowly, making his way closer and closer to where you wanted him. with a kiss against the soft ring your entire body relaxed. eddie smirked seeing the home slightly loosen, taking it as his chance to begging licking at it.

the sensations of the both of them licking at you made you pull at the sheets harshly, balling them up in your fists. the only sounds to be heard were your whimpers followed by the squelches of your arousal.

as if the two of them could read each others minds, they both pushed their tongues in close. steve’s tongue worked inside your pussy, repeatedly moving and drilling inside you. eddie took his time with it, letting you feel every small movement as he pushed his tongue around your tiny hole.

“right there, fuck!” a high pitched moan fell from you as you turned your head in their direction.

your body was teetering, your orgasm approaching quicker than you had ever felt. eddie removed his mouth from you, gently pushing the tip of his thumb into your ass.

“good girl, princess.” eddie cooed, pressing his thumb in fully. “look at you, so beautiful for us.” his voice sounded like he was proud and he knew that drove you crazy.

steve groaned into your heat, feeling you twitching against his face. the two of them kept up this pace, knowing it’s what you needed to get through.

the fourth orgasm was much quicker than the others. your body going rigid and tensing, body twitching aggressively a few times as bliss came and suffocated you, ears ringing as it claimed you. your moans stole your breath away, leaving you an incoherent mess.

eddie gently worked his finger out of your spent muscle, watching it pucker at the loss of his finger. steve kisses around your heat, helping you come down as best he could.

they both whispered sweet words to you, helping you relax your knees and lay down fully. steve’s hand moved to rub your back in slow circles, ignoring how sticky your skin was.

eddie bent down to rub your cheek, smiling as you gave him a fucked out grin.

“she lives!” he joked, laughing softly, steve following not far behind.

“you okay, baby?” steve muttered, moving so he could see your face. you only nodded, humming happily.

“i..” you trailed off, “might just be the luckiest girl in hawkins.”

they both grinned widely, steve moving to kiss your head.

“not sure about lucky.” eddie tilted his head.

“spoiled for sure.” steve replied, causing you to smile even wider.

you were lucky, luckier than you had ever been and you knew the two of them would prove that no matter where or when.

The Wolf & The Ice Princess

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Hockey Player! Eddie Munson x Reader. (Hockey Player!Steve Harrington x Reader x Hockey Player! Eddie Munson— foreshadowing baby!!)

Another installment of ->

❤️‍🩹🏒🦇The Steddie Hockey AU🦇🏒❤️‍🩹

The translate feature is your friend in this AU!

(A/N- Here we go… Another one fresh off the presses baby, big love and shout out to my co writer & bestie @teddyeyeswinchester, I couldn’t do any of this without you! I love you dearly Sammy!) This fic does include some hard topics that could be upsetting! Please be mindful of your own boundaries and comfort! And as always this is 18+ as is my account and anything else that may be on it!!

Includes -> use of the word queer with a semi negative connotation, mild internalized homophobia, sexual thoughts, everyone is pining and stupid about it! Nicknames - (Bijou,Princess,Bonehead, Beefcake, Wolfie)

It's Eddie's first year of being the Captain of the Hawkins Tigers and it’s the last practice before the kick-off game of the campaign.

Eddie can feel the electricity and adrenaline running through his body. He's sitting on the bench in the tunnel waiting for the rest of the team

The team includes some of Eddie’s nearest and dearest, Gareth, Jeff, and Shaun. Their band isn’t as active as they were in high school but they still make music. Hellfire still meets at least twice a month. There were the Degens that were also on the team, they were nice enough, and played their part when it mattered.

But there was someone new on their team, someone Eddie still wasn’t sure about yet.

Steve “Le Loup Bleu Du Québec” Harrington

In English - The Blue Wolf of Quebec

He was just traded from the Chicago Timberwolves to The Hawkins Tigers, how Hopper pulled that off Eddie has no idea.

He’s not a new face, he remembers seeing his picture on the screen the night he got drafted, he remembers your reaction then and when he called you telling you he was coming to Hawkins.

How that the boy with pretty chestnut hair, amber eyes, and pink lips has been living rent-free in his mind.

He wasn’t what he expected, from the stories you told, or the one’s he heard from others.

Steve Harrington was kind, to kids, to old ladies, to his teammates despite them ragging him about his sexuality.

Through it all he was kind. His nature doesn’t match his appearance at all, Steve is massive, 6’6 very muscular but still looks lean, he is any woman's (or man’s) wet dream and any man's envy(something he used to advantage of)

He’s known for being ruthless and having a penchant for starting fights much like Eddie.

So thus begins their rivalry.

The team is on the ice running a play and already he and Eddie are at each other's throats.

“Harrington, You skate like a Sally, This isn’t Disney on Ice, pick up the pace”

“Saint de merde Munson, tu es vraiment un salaud stupide, c’est incroyable que tu sois même debout sur la glace, Tu es un tel bender”

He grins, he may not be fluent in Quebecois like you and Steve are but he knows he’s pissed him off, hearing his name followed by “Stupid & Bastard” he loves how easy it is to get under his skin.

He’d love to be under something else- he shakes his head wildly to get the thought out. He can’t think shit like that, he’s got Bijou..and he’s straight? Right? Yeah. He’s totally 100% straight.

Though his thoughts on Jim Morrison would say otherwise, even if he were a “Queer” Steve Harrington would never be his type. Definitely not his type, Those honey-colored eyes, and pink full lips, he has to wear lip gloss, there's no way that color is natural, He’s just so-

The entire interaction is still running through his head even now after drills are over and he’s mindlessly skating around.

“CRASH”

Eddie’s gone off his intended course and into the side of the rink, His daydreams got the best of him and now he’s flat on his ass.

From his spot on the ice he turns his head, the cool ice making him wince. He sees you, his Bijou, His baby, The love of his life talking to none other than the subject of those same daydreams.

And then he hears you laugh, Harrington’s making you laugh.

The two of you are joking around together speaking french, and it makes his heart jump into his throat, you rarely speak it around him, unless you're on the phone or pissed at him real bad.

The crash registers a little after it actually happens due to how big the rink is.

It startles you and the tall man in front of you, causing both your heads to turn.

You take one look at your boyfriend flat on his back on the ice and the look on your face is one of concerned confusion luckily you had put on your skates a few minutes ago for your practice session.

You skate up to him, coming to a stop so your feet are by his head, you crouch down and put your face real close to his.

“You okay there Big Shoots? What happened?”

“Was daydreaming bout’ you Princess and it seems my brain decided to shut off, No harm no foul”

You giggle at his words and his heartbeat quickens, you lean down fully and plant a kiss on his lips.

“C’mon big boy, pitter-patter, It’s my turn on the ice so clear off”

Eddie grabs his stick and uses it to get himself upright, skating over to the side and crossing over the threshold to sit on one of the benches.

Steve’s sitting to the left of him with what seems to be a crossword puzzle.

His tongue is out between his lips, eyebrows knit together, it's obvious he’s deep in thought, thick finger’s flipping a pencil aimlessly.

He always keeps his hands busy when he’s off the ice, it’s something Eddie noticed about him early on.

He looks up when Eddie sits down, and he smirks at him.

It makes his heart jump into his throat. Fuck. This is bad.

“Oi Bonehead, What's a 13-letter word synonymous with Stupid?

Eddie grimaces, you're the only one allowed to call him that, however… it sure sounds nice coming from those pretty pink lips- Eddie shakes his head again, this is ridiculous, Harrington has to be a Wizard or some shit.

Eddie thinks for a minute until the answer comes to him “Unintelligent.”

Steve hums, taking the pencil he had stashed behind his ear and writing it down

“Thanks, Bonehead, I’m surprised you got it, given the nickname and all” Steve chuckles to himself.

Eddie wants to bite back, but the music you skate to has started and he’d rather watch you do your routine.

Steady, As She Goes by The Raconteurs

Eddie is captivated by you and the way you move, when the bridge hits you do a flawless double axles, followed by several other spins and figure 8’s each time you land gracefully and cut the ice making slush.

You stripped off your fleece before you got on the ice and are just in a pair of tight leggings, and a long-sleeved crop top.. you aren’t wearing a bra.

You’ve got your hair is up in a half-up-half-down ponytail, it shows off your neck, the gold of the chain sparkles because oof the florescent lights hung above the ice.

Eddie feels his sweats start to get tight, knowing that the chain hold physical representations of your milestones together. Just another thing to show your his.

An E from your first anniversary, a snowflake for coming in first at your last skating competition in college, a little enamel house from when you first moved in, and a little black cat from when you got Binx.

And the way you look in those leggings? Dear god you are a rocket and he is the luckiest bastard alive.

Steve seems to notice too, casually adjusting himself without much of a care.

He didn’t know you had your nipples pierced, and it makes him let out a heavy breath.

Eddie tries very hard to avert his gaze to ignore what appears to be a Coke bottle-sized horn in his pants.. but out of the corner of his eye, he sees it. And it makes his mind race.

He wonders what it would be like to touch it, what pretty sounds he’d make If he did., wonders what he would look like caged under his arms, he wonders what it would be like to have both of you..at his mercy.

His brain feels like it's going to explode because he can’t stop these thoughts, it makes him so uncomfortable… because he’s not a queer. There is no way he is.

Steve Harrington is not of this world; he's got to have some sort of supernatural nature, maybe he really is a fairy- but not in a bad way.

The song ends and you talk off the ice, your nipples are standing at attention and Eddies got a stupid look on his face because of it.

Eddie stands and walks up to you, meeting you halfway while handing you your water bottle from his bag.

He puts his arms out for you, and you walk into them tucking yourself under his arm and nuzzling your nose into the crook of his neck.

He puts his chin on your head and gives his praises

“You looked so good on the ice, baby. My talented girl.” You giggle from your place against his neck, it tickles and causes goosebumps against his skin

“It is a really great routine Bijou, You're even better than I remember. M’ Proud of you”

Steve speaks up quietly, echoing Eddie's praise of your routine.

Your cheeks heat up at his compliment (something Eddie notices immediately)

“Thank you, Wolfie, It's nice to hear that the person who taught me to skate in the first place thinks I’m good”

Eddie feels a pang of jealousy at your words, you never told him that Steve had taught you to skate, all he knew was you were friends since you were babies until you moved when you were 6.

“Course jolie fille” he nods at you from his seat, a big smile on his lips. He’s just so pretty.

You feel guilty for thinking that, not knowing that at that exact moment, Eddie is thinking the same thing.

“Munson you’ve got a good one. You hurt her & I’ll break your face”

The smile doesn’t leave his lips as he makes the threat, his fingers are crossed in front of him as a swear.

Eddie just smirks at him and chuckles.

“I am very aware of that Beefcake, Thank you & I hear you loud and clear, Texas-sized 10-4.”

Steve’s breath catches in his throat at the nickname, his eyes going slightly wide before he goes to crack his neck as a way to shake it off.

He knows that look in Steve’s eye, he’s jealous.

Eddie can relate, not just because of Bijou’s obvious feelings about the giant of a man in front of them, but because Steves has what he wants.

Steve is free, he’s unapologetically himself, and Eddie craves that.

Steve can sense that in a way, there’s something more to Eddie than just what's at the surface.

And he wants to know what it is. That undeniable pull is there and truthfully Steve both loves and hates it.

Because it's familiar, it's how he’s always felt about you, Even after the two of you fully lost contact in your teens.

He watches as Eddie puts on his scuffed-to-shit reeboks, and ties his skates together, slinging them over his shoulder with his duffel bag. Then you’re back under his arm, having done the same thing with your skates.

You say your goodbyes to each-other and Steve watches the two of you walk away, stuck together like glue

You two look good together, happy.

And Steve wishes he was happy like that, that he could maybe be happy with the two of you.

He thinks about what it would be like to be going home with the two of you, about dinners and movie nights, summer barbecues, birthdays and holidays.

Most of all how it would feel to fall asleep wrapped in strong but soft embrace’s instead of the cold feeling of his empty king sized bed.

He thinks about what it would be like to be a part of that love.

Stupid daydreams brought on by stupid crushes.

His heart feels like it's gonna beat out of his chest as the scenarios play in his head, he brings his palms up to his eyes and presses them inward until he sees stars.

He hates how this feels.

He hates that how no matter what he does it won’t go away, maybe someday it’ll stop. Not today though.