#eddie fumbling getting into a throuple

[peggingeddiediaz]

Eddie Diaz forgetting to log out of his work twitter account part 132/?

[imamotherfuckingstar-lord]

Our Girl

steve x reader x eddie, throuple

a/n: smut implied.

summary: nothing, just the three of you being a throuple. throuple masterlist

The room was cold and dark, your eye lids heavy as they fluttered open. A warm arm snaked around your waist to pull you closer and when Eddie’s face emerged from under the blanket, he smiled. He was clearly half-asleep still but awake enough to press kisses against your neck.

“How did you sleep?”

“Like a baby,” you grinned, kissing him on the lips. He sat up and stretched his arms out, scratching the back of his head as he yawned. His fingers clumsily moved away the hair from his mouth and he reached to the alarm clock on the nightstand. “Shit, I got band practice. I’m fucking late.”

Sitting up on your elbows, your head tilted to the side to get a better look at his bare bottom as he climbed out of bed. He had little butt dimples and you frowned as he pulled on boxers, bringing the ass show to an end.

“Sorry, can’t stand around bare bones all day,” Eddie looked over his shoulder and grinned. He picked up a shirt off the ground and smelled it, satisfied, he put it on. He opened his mouth to say something, but a sharp knock came from the bedroom door. He called out that it was opened and a moment later, Steve poked his head in. His eyes scanned the scene, rolling his eyes.

“Jesus, its nearly 1 – don’t you degenerates have places to be?”

He moved into the door, revealing the laundry basket in his arms – asking if either of you wanted to throw anything in his load. Eddie clapped his hands together, praising Steve for his domestic brilliance, tossing several items of clothing into the basket. Steve looked at you, giving you a once over; the narrow look in his eyes said more than words could. Having caught the vibes going on between Steve and you; Eddie smirked and sat on the edge of the bed to put on his sneakers.

“I’d be more than happy to help with your load, Stevie,” you cooed, clutching the sheets against your naked body. He smirked and Eddie snorted, getting up from the bed. He grabbed his smokes, car keys, wallet, and lighter off the stand, and promised to be home for dinner.

“I’m not missing Italian night again,” he murmured, leaning into the bed to give you a kiss bye. You kissed him back and watched as he got off the bed, laying a kiss on Steve’s shoulder as he left. Steve stood in the middle of Eddie’s room, laundry basket on his hips and he asked if you wanted breakfast.

“Or lunch,” he teased, and you smiled, getting up from the bed. His face dropped when you allowed the sheet to fall from your body and he took a deep breath before placing the basket on the bed. “Laundry isn’t really that important – let’s go to my room.”

The sun escaped through the blinds and bellowed around your body. Steve’s throat went dry as you approached him; reaching a hand up around his neck to pull him into a kiss. His hands, warm and gentle, pressed into your hips, and he slowly moved backward, taking you with him.

“Come on,” his voice was breathy as he ran a hand over your breast. “Eddie got pissed last time we fucked in here without him…”

“He didn’t,” you promised, unbuckling his belt. Steve groaned and continued to lead you out the door, the two of you fumbling in the hallway of the crappy apartment the three of you shared. The apartment that kept the three of you warm and safe from curious eyes – those who wondered why the three of you were just so close. Of course, in a small town like Hawkins, no one was going to understand why it worked for the three of you. Neither Eddie nor Steve was jealous in this relationship, knowing very well how to share. Each person brought something to the table, and all your friends knew but never asked questions – it was nice.

“He admitted to me he likes the idea of you fucking and I quote ‘our girl’ in his bed,” you explained, pushing Steve against the door of his room. He chuckled, biting at your lip but stopping when he noticed the two of you had an audience. Both of your turned to see Eddie at the end of the hallway, tearing off his jacket in haste. “I thought you had band practice?”

Eddie shook his head, walking over to you; he reached down to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze. His eyes went to Steve, looking for permission to crash his time alone with you. “Mind, Harrington?”

Steve shrugged and opened his door, pulling you into his room. “What’s mine is yours, just close the door behind you.”

Watching as you followed Steve, Eddie’s body grew excited at the sight of you pushing Steve on the bed – grinning when you turned to him, holding out a hand. “Joining?”

Steve, who was now resting on his elbows, gave Eddie a nod without saying a word, focusing on your beauty in front of him. Eddie, wondering how he got so lucky with the two of you, grinned and shut the door.

“God, I love this apartment.”

[peggingeddiediaz]

Eddie Diaz forgetting to log out of his work twitter account part 131/?

[imamotherfuckingstar-lord]

always here

eddie and reader visit steve at family video

throuple masterlist

“Oh, for fucks sake.”

Robin, who had been scanning in video returns looked over to her co-worker and friend, Steve – who was now running his fingers through his always perfect hair. Her eyes followed to where he was staring, right at Eddie’s van that pulled up in the parking lot. He groaned, but she noticed the smile pulling from his lips as he rang up a customer. She leaned against the counter on her elbows and watched as Eddie fumbled out of the driver’s side, jogging around to open the passenger door for you. The two of you looked great together – the metal head and his ever doting, way too good for him, girlfriend. Robin rolled her eyes as Eddie opened the door for you, bowing as you strolled in; he followed you like a little puppy to the counter.

The two of you waited behind the customer Steve was helping and you gave Robin a little wave. She grinned and leaned over to Steve, whispering in his ear. He smiled and patted her on the back, while she took over to finish up with the customer. You watched with easy eyes as Steve walked around the counter, the three of you meeting on the opposite side of the check out register. Eddie leaned against the counter; hips thrusted up as his elbows kept him steady.

“We were in the neighborhood and thought we’d drop by to see what our Stevie boy was doing.”

Steve rolled his eyes, but you saw that it was false annoyance, because he reached over and tugged at Eddie’s jacket before giving his attention to you. He leaned over and kissed you on the cheek before explaining he was working.

“Someone has to pay the rent,” he scoffed, much to Eddie’s dismay – who declared he was making decent money doing his weekend gigs and his job at the record store two towns over. He was no longer slanging weed on the side, trying to go legit. The three of you were putting away a bit of money each check to help pay for some studio time for Corroded Coffin.

“Listen, we just came by because we missed your cute little face,” you explained, pinching his cheek. Eddie concurred, looking around before reaching over for Steve’s hand. Their fingers interlocked and Steve grabbed a hold of yours; grateful that the two of you even thought to come by. Sometimes he would get overwhelmed by the prospect of what his peers were doing, especially those that came by the store – showing off their endless accomplishments while he spent his days rewinding video rentals. Of course, he knew that his life was more than he ever could imagine – having Eddie and you and the small apartment you shared, it was more than enough for him. There were just some days he couldn’t get his father’s voice out of his head, and it always seemed, like magic, that the two of you showed up to ease his worries.

“I’ll bring home some beers after work,” he said, giving both your hands a squeeze before releasing them. Eddie clapped his hands and moved to Steve’s side, turning his back to the front of the store. No customers were around so Eds quickly kissed Steve on the lips before bidding him a goodbye, bowing to Robin before he left the store. She yelled out a reminder that he promised to give her guitar lessons and he told her to come over the next night.

“God, he’s so dramatic,” Steve shook his head, pulling you by the waist towards him. His hands were warm and steady as he dipped his head into yours, kissing you softly on the lips. You smiled against his mouth and ran a hand through his always perfect hair. “Thanks for coming by.”

Kissing him once more, you pulled away and touched the side of his face. His eyes fluttered closed for a moment, reeling in your touch and when he opened his eyes, you smiled at him. “We’re always here for you, Steve.”

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