Happy Halloween! 🎃🧡🦇

it’s actually the worst 😭😭♥️

i wanna date again but i hate dating. god. where’s my friend to lover pipeline PLEASE

GOD MY FAVORITE 🩷🩷

silliness from the archives feat. minute man munson my beloved 💦

#steddie #steveharrington #eddiemunson

Ay guys did u see that f4 scene~
#steddie #eddiemunson #steveharrington #eddiemunsonart

when a straight man sends me a “hey sexy” on a dating app…… sir you missed ……

𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒈𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍
𝑩𝒚 𝒔𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒅
𝑳𝒊𝒌𝒆, "𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖" 💕

#steddie #steveharrington #eddiemunson

thank you rae!!!! 🥰

excuse me is this a yo-yo?? omfg he’s such a loser 😍

wolf 🌘🌗🌕🌓🌒

Eddie Munson humps pillows

steve coming a bit in eddies mouth and then all over his top lip :/

all time fav featuring genderqueer steve archiveofourown.org/works/409435...

i want yall to know this autocorrected to medicate me and both can be true

i gotta clean my apartment so i’m gonna listen to the crux to motivate me

i’m so hungry but i don’t want to stop reading fic to get up and get food

oh definitely same 🤤

steve steadies him, stroking his hands against eddie’s hipbones and sending shivers all the way up his spine.

they knock over the mixing bowl, but they don’t stop kissing to pick it up.

“baby,” eddie whispers between them on an exhale, just to feel steve shudder. he moans into eddie’s open mouth, bites his bottom lip and eddie 𝘺𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘴, his hips grinding forward into steve’s stomach.

“steve,” eddie pants between kisses. he already can’t breathe but he never wants to stop. their mouths meet again and again, sticky and loud with their spit. it’s messy and needy and 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.

eddie moans when his head thunks against the wood, surprised, and the most turned on he’s ever been in his life.

“you are,” steve starts, presses forward and kisses him hard on the lips, hot and open mouthed. releases him to gasp against his lips, “so. 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬.”

oh god.

eddie can’t fucking tear his eyes away.

steve’s eyes flutter a little at the pet name, 𝘫𝘦𝘴𝘶𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵.

he wraps his big hands around eddie’s waist suddenly, lifting him with a grunt onto the counter and pushing him back into the cabinets behind him.

eddie makes some kind of punched out, helpless noise, nearly instantly hard in his jeans.

“oh, fuck,” eddie breathes. “steve—“

steve nips at the tip of his finger before he releases him.

“say it again.”

“…baby,” eddie whispers. steve has spit on his lower lip.

his perfect lips around eddie’s finger, licking the batter off and watching eddie’s face with hooded eyes.

eddie feels the bite of his teeth on his skin, the wet warm pull of him 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 the chocolate off.

“or what, baby?” eddie taunts, doesn’t even realize what he said until steve’s stern expression drops, eyes going wide and kind of dazed.

eddie tries to bring his finger up to his mouth, but steve shakes himself and gets there first—he darts forward and wraps

if he wanted to (he doesn’t want to).

steve crowds into him, gets real close, eyes dark and serious. eddie’s whole belly swoops, warm and dangerous.

“stop it,” steve says again. stern. eddie can smell him this close, his citrus shampoo and just the 𝘣𝘰𝘺 of him.

“oooh, not my germs.” and eddie does it again, laughing, and this time steve grabs his wrist before he can bring his hand up to his mouth.

they both freeze, eddie with his mouth open. but he’s not laughing anymore. steve’s grip isn’t tight enough that he couldn’t break free

steve is swatting at him, half laughing because eddie is fucking cackling and half getting actually mad because eddie is sticking the same finger back in the bowl like a heathen.

“𝘥𝘶𝘥𝘦,” steve says, “stop it, you’re getting your fucking germs in there-“