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mimixmunson · 28 days

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Boyfriend!Eddie finds your porn history. Eddie Munson x female reader. Smut. Blurb🍆

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🍆 “Hey baby.. umm I don’t wanna embarrass you..”Eddie was sprawled across the couch, his limbs representing an octopus whilst his curls fell down the arm of the couch. You had let him borrow your laptop, Dustin had split soda over Eddie’s during their latest dnd campaign. He smiles as he notices your wall-paper is a picture of the pair of you, that trip to the forest was one of your favourites.

“Huh?” You spoke, confusion filling the air. You were easily embarrassed so just the thought of being embarrassed made your face flush. “It’s just, I lost my page I was working on so- so I went on the history page to find it again. But I didn’t just find my campaign document, I saw your umm history. Baby I, I don’t want you to be embarrassed I mean we all do it right?” Your face burns under his words, you know exactly what he’s stumbled across.

“Seriously doll, your choices here.. My innocent little girl, isn’t so innocent huh?”He smirks, eyes gazing over your flushed face. You feel stuck to the floor, like any moment now the ground is going to open up and swallow you whole. “Eddie-“ You finally manage to muster up the courage to speak, your words causing your stomach to churn in shyness. “It’s okay. It’s all okay princess. I’m impressed, I mean let’s see here. ‘Blonde babe worships her step-father’s sweaty balls’ Well that’s filthy isn’t it? ‘Anal training’ Oh? You want me to take that other little hole for a test drive? ‘Double penetration mmf threesome.’ Sweet girl I had no idea you could be so kinky! Look at this here. ‘Submissive girl has play time with Daddy.’ Is that me? I’m your daddy?” He teases, his smirk practically audible in his voice as he teases. Your embarrassed self can’t handle much more. He was never meant to see this, these searches they were just late night curiosity. Late night self pleasure when Eddie couldn’t be there with you.

You nod, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. Your hands need to be doing something as the anxiety reaches your throat. You swallow it down and gulp in nervousness as Eddie walks towards you. He takes his hand and caresses your face softly. His touch both exhilarating and comforting under the current circumstances. “You weren’t meant to see that.” You swallow the saliva collected in your mouth. “It’s just… porn. For when you’re not here and I- well you know the rest.” You speak so quietly that you could hear a pin drop in the room, the atmosphere was tense but he couldn’t seem more relaxed. Eddie’s smile beams, under the knowledge they were really your searches and you didn’t try and lie your way out of it.

“And are those the sorts of desires my princess has been having on those oh-so-lonely nights where she’s banished to stay in her castle?” He speaks in his dungeon master voice, running his index finger down your throat, smirking as he watches your throat gulp and the goosebumps appearing down your neck and arms. Your feet feel superglued to the floor, stuck in confrontation you can do nothing but stare at the carpet, looking your boyfriend in the eye seems alien in this moment.

“Yes. But don’t think you have to indulge me! If you’re not comfortable we never have to do any of that. I’ll never force you Eds.” You babble, worrying about every word in your speech sounding patronising or rude. You look up to him, doe-eyed with a hint of regret. He smiles, holding the back of your head softly. Cupping your chin with his finger he raises your head to meet him at eye level.

“Oh darling girl. How naive. I would move the heavens and earth for you. You’re asking me to fill both of your holes, let you call me daddy and worship my balls while they’re sweaty? It’s filthy. It’s a little taboo. Perverse maybe. Letting my girl worship me and being able to spoil both of her holes with pleasure? It’s a mere inconvenience, I mean you’re really gonna have to pay me back for this sweetheart you know.” Eddie jokes, speaking in his dungeon master voice again. Knowing that voice always flusters you, as if you needed to be any more flustered.

Staring at the floor, “So you’re okay with it?” You ask earnestly. “More than okay. In fact, come to think of it.. I haven’t showered yet today. Definitely haven’t shaved my balls in ummmm ever? How about you take that pretty face of yours down there and make your daddy feel good?” You needed no further encouragement, you’d already been hiding your arousal from the embarrassment of being found out about your kinks, humiliation being another one.

You unbuckled and shimmied off Eddie’s jeans, palming him through his boxers as he grunts your name and several curse words. He was hard as a rock already, and a small wet patch over his boxers where he’d begun to leak a bead of pre-cum. Instincts took after and you licked up the wet stripe of his underwear, vaguely tasting his salty fluid. With your face so close to his underwear clad genitals, you couldn’t help but breathe in his scent. The odour of sweat and pre-cum mixed together was your perfect aphrodisiac. Nestling your face into his hard on, you inhale all you can of him. Eddie slides off his boxers and takes his cock into his hand, jerking it slowly whilst looking down at you. You look up with ‘fuck me’ eyes and a cheeky smile, removing his hand from his length.

You lean upwards, placing your nose under his cock. His pubes tickle your nose as you lick circles over his fuzzy balls, swallowing the loose hairs that collect on your tongue. “Dirty fucking girl aren’t you? So gross.” Eddie mutters through his teeth biting down on his bottom lip. You smirk, all innocence leaving your body. You steady your hand on the tip of his cock as it begins to leak again, taking one of his balls into your mouth and suckling as if it was a pacifier. You speak as best as you can whilst sucking onto him. The noises you make aren’t translate-able, they’re more-so moans and groans. “Don’t speak with your mouthful angel.” Eddie coos, taking your hair into a ponytail and holding it behind your head. He forces his ball out of your mouth and guides your mouth onto his cock. “M’so close.” He grunts as he fucks your mouth, pulling you backwards and forwards onto his dick so far down your throat that you’re gagging. You slurp up the salvia that begins to dangle from his length. He comes undone in your mouth, emptying the fuzzing balls that were once in your mouth and you taste the liquid that you’ve had a hunger for. A rope of cum hangs from your lip and he wipes it up with his finger, before helping you swallow the last drop from sucking it up off of his finger.

“Thank you daddy.” You look up at Eddie with a shit-eating grin like butter wouldn’t melt. “My good little girl.” He responds, you mentally thank yourself for never clearing your search history. 🍆

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harringroveera · 1 month

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Can’t use violence because that’ll just turn Eddie on so badly it backfires

Bonus:

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xoxoladyaz · 10 months

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When Stevie Harrington was nine years old, she wrote her future self a list on the front page of her diary. The title of the list read

RULES FOR STEVIE’S FUTURE HUSBAND

and it felt necessary to her nine-year-old self to have this list. Sure, she was young, but she wasn’t dumb. Her parents weren’t like Tommy’s parents who had date nights and kissed each other every time they said goodbye. Stevie’s parents never hugged or kissed each other (or her). And sure, they spent all their time together, but they never looked happy. No, they were always angry, and no matter what Stevie did she couldn’t figure out why.

(At least, not until Tina Kline’s birthday party.)

And as soon as she returned home from the party, she ran up to her room and started her list because Stevie Harrington wanted to fall in love someday, she wanted to have a house and a husband who was nice like Tommy’s dad, so it was important that she remembered the Rules.

1. He couldn’t be too old

(They’re ten years apart in age, she heard Mrs. Kline say. That’s just such a large age gap. It’s no wonder that it’s not working, they’re clearly at two very different stages in their lives.)

2. He couldn’t travel all the time for work

(It’s not the age gap that’s the problem, dear, Mrs. Hagan had scoffed back at her. It’s all of Richard’s frequent ‘business trips.’ It’s hard to have a family or a relationship if your husband is never around.)

and most importantly,

3. Any guy who dated around too much before was BAD NEWS

(Girls, we all know what the real problem is, and it has nothing to do with how old Richard is or how much he travels, Mrs. Perkins spoke with determination. Richard has never had a serious relationship in his life. We all know that he made it abundantly clear he was never interested in settling down. He had a new girl every week and she was one of them, for god’s sake! A tiger doesn’t change his stripes and Victoria was a fool to think a baby would change that.

Maybe if they’d had a son, Mrs. Kline had offered, but then they noticed Stevie was there and they stopped talking.)

It was a short list, but it was a good place to start. And as Stevie grew older she added more on to it, like make sure he wears deodorant and has to be a good dancer and never date a guy with a mullet (looking at you, Billy Hargrove.) And that’s not even to mention her large period of self-growth after college when Robin finally convinced her to go to therapy to talk about her family issues, at which point she added on you deserve someone who loves and appreciates everything about you and doesn’t just use you for sex (and fuck, that was a hard and painful lesson to learn. It also put a bit of a damper on dating in her early-twenties but, well, seeing the quality of man that was out there? It was probably for the best. She didn’t want to be Victoria Harrington, after all.)

So why, if Stevie had this list, if she’d had all of these years of preparation, if she knew exactly what she wanted – and more importantly, what she didn’t want – then why, at the age of twenty-six, was Stevie Harrington falling headfirst into a relationship with a world famous rock star who was

1. Twelve years her senior

2. Currently on tour and

3. Had a long, long string of famous (and infamous) ex-lovers?

(And why was her heart telling her that despite all evidence to the contrary, Eddie Munson was going to be the exception to all her rules?)

A/N: LMK if you want to see more of this!

#steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #stranger things #rock star eddie munson #female Steve harrington #fem Steve harrington #ficlet idea #wip #because I don't have enough of those right now #I just want something fun and sexy and kinky okay #and I love feral Eddie munson #older Eddie munson

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thegoblinboy · 1 year

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Smut warning;

Eddie rails king Steve in the palace Bathtub

*be nice I haven’t written smut in a while it’s a little short but its more then what I’ve written in months*

Water was splashing over the side of the tub as small grunts and higher pitched whines echoed through the bathroom. The light shining through the window and hitting the sparkling crown on top of King Steve’s head as his body is being pushed forward along with the water. Mouth open, lips a light pink as he struggles to breathe. Shoulders flexing a little bit to hold himself above water, as amazing as it would be to die doing what he loved. Getting his back thrown out, he still had a kingdom to protect.

“Oh *fuck*, Eddie.” Steve moans out as he feels the crown on the top of his head tilt over a little bit at the same time Eddie changes the angle. Pushing in at a slight curve and hitting the right spot. Causing fire works to go off in Steve’s brain, making him go dumb and stupid as he grips onto the glass edges. Pushing his hips back to meet the others thrusts desperately as he feels his stomach tightening. So distracted with what he’s doing he doesn’t catch the slight knock on the door, along with the door handle moving a bit as the door pushes in a little bit.

Gasping, Steve’s pulled to be seated back against Eddie’s chest. Water moving around still, but just as the water splashed on the floor it’s disappearing into thin air. The arms wrapped around Steve’s waist turn invisible but they are still there just unable to be seen. The slight murmers of Eddie’s voice next to his ear whispering enchantments making any trace of evidence disappear.

Steve’s face is still flushed, along with his chest as he smiles tightly trying to relax as the help comes in to check on him. “Everything okay sir?” The poor girl asks. Steve nods his head completely embarrassed as he feels Eddie’s hand wrapping itself around his shaft. Moving carefully under the water as he squirms a little. The bubbles in the bath carefully hiding any of his body, his hole squeezing around Eddie as he holds back a whine.

Then the Wizard gets a little more brave as he starts to move his hips into the other pulling him closer to orgasm. Body shaking as he tries to wave the other out before he cums into the water. Steve’s almost there as his breathing picks up, feeling the slight hitch in Eddie’s breathe as his cum shoots into Steve. Creating a mess in the water, and Steve’s sure the help things he’s possessed as he stutters out loudly. “I’m fine, please go.” Only a few more seconds before he’s letting a soft noise go as he feels his release mix in with the water. Eyes rolling back as his body relaxes, cursing Eddie out in his head as he remembers the other put a small curse on him. To make sure he came twice the normal amount he would have typically came, causing the orgasm to be much stronger and lasting a lot longer leaving him high and dumb in Eddie Munson’s arms. Who appears out of thin air once the help is gone.

*“Are you sure you’re this kingdoms king? You sure act like a princess darling, taking me like that.”* he rasps in his ear laughing gently in the process

#smut warning #steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve x eddie #steve harrington #bxb #steveharrington #steveddie #eddie stranger things #steve and eddie #Steve is a king #Eddie is a literal wizard #bottom steve harrington #top eddie munson #a little kinky?

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redlegumes · 11 months

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@steddie-week Prompt: Free Day

Eddie totally doesn't get why Steve wouldn't want to be Mom because he feels like moms are great (wishes he got mom love as a kid) whereas Steve just feels like being sporty and protective is more of a 'Dad' thing

Eventually they get over it because words have powerful connotations but the gendered terms don't box them into roles, and Steve realizes the kids call them mom and dad just to show how much they care period

#stranger things #eddie munson #steddie #eddiemunson #steveharrington #steve harrington #steddieweek2023 #steve x eddie #gif #gif set #found family #my son dustin henderson #steddie dads #eddie munson is dad #steve harrington is mom #dustin henderson is a butthead #dustin henderson #Is it still kinky to call you daddy if i'm exasperated with you

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plistommy · 2 years

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You guys don’t understand I’m OBSESSED with Billy and Eddie double teaming Steve….

Like these two metalheads ruining the preppy pretty boy?? The sweetheart????? Sign me the fuck up!

#Gosh I’m in love with this idea so much #AAAAAAAAAAH #Like Ohmygod #LOL #It’s just so hot like these two guys just manhandling Steve #And we know Eddie’s kinky as fuck too he’d bring that stuff on it too #Perfect #steve harrington #eddie munson #billy hargrove #harringrove #steddie #harringroveson #billy hargrove x steve harrington x eddie munson #lemon #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things 4 vol 2

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bound-vivisection · 2 years

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Eddie’s rules for Steve in their 24/7 D/S dynamic

SFW

Always wear your day collar/play collar

Wear the clothes Daddy picks for you

Brush your teeth 2x a day

Shower daily

Do not lie to Daddy

Don’t talk back to Daddy

Do some form of self-care everyday

Eat at least two meals a day and snack when hungry

Tell Daddy where you are going

Only go out with people approved by Daddy

Accept compliments

Don’t talk bad about Daddy’s boy

Tell Daddy when you’re upset and why

Respond verbally when prompted

Don’t be a hero

N/SFW

Refer to Daddy properly

Must ask permission to cum

Thank Daddy for every orgasm

Do not touch self unless instructed to

Greet Daddy one your knees everyday when he comes home

Sleep naked unless instructed to wear something else

Do not hide bruises or hickeys

Never be embarrassed to ask Daddy about a new kink

Use safeword when needed

If rules are broken I accept there will be a punishment of Daddy’s choosing

(I might be writing a fic about this dynamic so if there is something you wanna see, or if you have headcanons feel free to send them to me 😏)

#24/7 d/s steddie #i will continue to force my agenda #and my agenda is kinky #sub!steve #sub!steve harrington #dom!eddie #dom!eddie munson #d/s dynamic #steddie #steveddie #bisexual steve harrington #gay eddie munson

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hellcheerficdatabase · 7 months

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psycho killer

Author: medusasfinalgirl

Rating/Warning: Explicit, blood and violence, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT

Chapter Count: 1/1

Description: It's a dark and stormy night in Hawkins, Indiana. The town has been rocked by a string of grisly murders and the police have no leads. Chrissy Cunningham is more on edge than ever, and she has the unshakeable feeling that someone is in her house...

Tags: Alternate Universe, Ghostface!Eddie, Ghostface!Chrissy, they're v kinky, smut, it's so, just read if you're fine with the warning tags, it's just so hot, Chrissy POV, one-shot, status: completed

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harringroveera · 2 months

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It was the best night of Eddie’s life

#creelson #they’re kinky bfs #henry creel #eddie munson #henry x eddie #incorrect creelson quotes #henry creel x eddie munson #harringroveera #eddie x henry #eddie munson meme #incorrect henry creel quotes #incorrect eddie munson #henry creel meme #creelson edit #creelson meme #creelson textpost

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harmonictechnicality · 1 year

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Here's the first chapter of Passing Notes :)

[2:15pm]

Steve Harrington does not punch Eddie Munson in the nose. In fact, Steve is notorious for losing fist fights - watching countless action scenes in movies truly did not prepare him for legitimate altercations.

Tommy Hagan does punch Eddie Munson in the nose, however. Well, he pushes him onto the linoleum floor, punches Eddie directly in the nose (like The Nose itself has personally assaulted him somehow), and then runs out the nearest fire exit. Steve is standing right there, watching it all play out at half speed. Once his brain renders back into the proper frame rate again, Steve instinctively drops to the ground to help Eddie get back up.

“Holy shit,” Steve blurts out, reaching for Eddie’s bloody nose. “Dude, lemme help… you’re like covered in blood!” Which is somehow both the truth and a hyperbole. The lower half of his face is stained with red and dripping onto his distressed gray tee. The floor tiling beneath him could now be mistaken for a kid’s finger-painting project, all red splotches mixed with Eddie’s thumb prints. Steve’s hands are aimlessly reaching to help, but the carnage he has just witnessed must’ve short-circuited his brain - leaving him just flailing towards Eddie’s face with absolutely no plan whatsoever.

“Get the hell away from me,” Eddie kicks Steve in the side and pushes himself back up against the nearest locker, red trails following behind him. Steve lets out a deep cough and grabs the side of his body where he was kicked.

What the living hell is happening? He is just trying to help and somehow ends up with a sneaker-sized pain in his guts. Organs. Whatever anatomy that’s on his lower left torso. Seriously?

“That’s enough!” Principal Coleman yells over the whole scene. Steve isn’t fully aware of how much time has passed and is definitely oblivious to the audience that has accumulated around them. But about 30 wide-eyed teenagers are staring back at them, waiting to see what will happen next.

[3:12pm]

Detention. Detention happens next. More specifically, detention for both Steve and Eddie for the next two weeks. And look, Steve could care less about how long he has detention. Going back to his Big Empty House sucks regardless, so being stuck in a Big Empty School isn’t going to suck any more than that. Except for tonight. Because tonight, he was supposed to take Nancy Wheeler on their first date. He had the whole thing planned out meticulously and now… now, he has to cancel because he did not punch Eddie Munson in the nasal cavity. Makes sense.

Even after Steve replays the whole timeline back in his head, it only kills about 12 minutes of detention. 2 hours and 48 minutes to go. Eddie walks through the door about 7 minutes into Steve’s fourth mental play-through of The Fight: starring Tommy Hagan and Eddie Musnson, featuring Steve Harrington. Steve stares up at the guy who is holding a bag of frozen vegetables to his slightly crooked nose.

He’s changed out of his blood-soaked outfit and into an oversized gym class uniform. It kind of makes him look like an entirely different person, Steve thinks to himself. At first glance, Eddie now looks like any other student at Hawkins High. But then Steve examines the details. The loose, dark tendrils of hair that graze his shoulders. The chunky rings that skip every other finger to give each one space to claim his hand. The dark palettes of ink on his skin that are partially hidden by the uniform - only fragments of designs uncovered, insisting to be seen anyways. The details are sucking Steve out of the temporary illusion that Eddie is anything like the other students at Hawkins High.

Eddie skulks to the corner desk on the back row. He lets out an exasperated sigh that makes Steve twist his whole neck around and gawk.

"Take me out to dinner before staring at me like that, Harrington,” Eddie sneers.

Steve blinks. “You look like hell, man.”

“Never been, but I’m sure I’d fit in great there.” Eddie bites back and props his legs up on the desk directly in front of him. Just then, Ms. Arnold cracks the classroom open door and peaks in.

“I’ll be down the hall grading midterms, but I’ll be checking on you boys every so often,” she warns. “So don’t try anything stupid, please.”

“Yes m’am,” Steve replies, practically on autopilot. She smiles and leaves as quickly as she came in. Ms. Arnold is one of the most passive teachers at Hawkins, so he figures that detention will be rather low maintenance. Which is exactly what Steve needs after the kind of day he is having.

The reason he can’t stop rewinding the details of the fight is because he is determined to find a scenario where he wouldn’t have gotten the blame for hitting Eddie. Maybe if he hadn’t reached down to help him stand up. Maybe if he had just run out the exit along with Tommy. Maybe if he had just kept walking when he noticed Tommy was instigating trouble with Eddie in the first place. But none of those things happened - no matter how many times Steve replays the chain of events, he can’t change the outcome now. Just gotta deal with the injustice and get through these next two weeks.

Okay, how much time has passed now, he wonders. Steve glances up at the clock:

[4:02pm]

He bangs his head against the desk and just leaves it there.

“Little dramatic, aren’t we?” Eddie’s voice sings in a pitch that resembles a kid taunting ‘oooo’ whenever they witness someone getting in trouble. Steve just groans in reply and says something that is incoherent, even to himself.

There’s a fairly long pause. “Sorry for kicking you… by the way.”

This is unexpected - Eddie showing genuine remorse. The way the apology reaches Steve, adds weight to his chest, enough to drop into the soles of his shoes. It feels incorrect.

“Come on, don’t do that.” Steve lifts his head and turns his body to face Eddie. “You had just gotten your nostrils bashed in. I wasn’t exactly helping much anyways.”

Eddie’s lips tighten, moving to one side of his mouth. “Yeah, just seemed like you were flinging your arms around my face.”

“I wanted to do something.”

“Wasn’t very clear if that ‘something’ was going to be more punching or not.”

“I think the blood freaked me out.”

“The blood or the freak underneath the blood?” No trace of humor showing on Eddie’s face anymore. All of his jokes are cast aside by his honesty.

Steve hesitates for a minute too long. “I… you don’t freak me out.”

“That wasn’t very convincing, Harrington.”

“You kicking me freaked me out a little.” Nice recovery, asshole.

It earns him small laugh from Eddie. “Okay fair… well, sorry it happened.”

“Sorry I wasn’t more helpful.”

“Sorry you got detention for no reason.”

“Sorry Tommy is such a dick.”

“Sorry you’re friends with such a dick.”

“Sorry you have to wear that gym uniform.”

“Now that’s the real crime, isn’t it?”

Steve laughs into his hand and takes that moment to notice how un-Eddie he looks in these spare clothes. He doesn’t know much about this guy, but he always seems confident. His clothes must play a large role in that because without them, a part of Eddie seems deflated. That and he’s certain it must hurt like hell to have a broken nose.

“Had to cancel my date with Nancy tonight.” Steve doesn’t know why he shares this information. Doesn’t know why Eddie would even care.

Eddie: Wheeler?

Steve: Yes. Wheeler.

Eddie: Wheeler’s a sophomore.

Steve: Thank you for stating the obvious.

Eddie: So, she's like what-15? 16?

Steve: She’s 16, dude. Don’t be gross.

Eddie: And you’re 18?

Steve: Last time I checked.

Eddie. Right. She’s only 16.

Steve: Why did you say ‘only’ like that? What the hell is that supposed to mean?

Eddie: Means you’d have to say that you’re her guardian if you wanted to get her into an R-rated movie.

Steve: She’s a sophomore, that’s not that young.

Eddie: Fine, fine. Just didn’t know you had already run out of juniors.

Steve: Are you aware how annoying you are?

Eddie: Are you aware how easy it is to tease you?

He flicks his tongue across his bottom lip, then bites down on it. And Steve doesn’t know why, but the sight of Eddie’s teeth biting down the pink flesh of his lips, forcing it white for a few seconds, torches all his insides aflame.

In a pathetic attempt to not let the embarrassment read on his face Steve begins to clear his throat - nasty, rattly sounds. Which ends up being a total mistake, because now his face feels hotter than it did one minute ago. And nothing makes a person blush more than being hyperaware that they’re blushing.

Clearly, Eddies notices the effect this has on him and cackles loud enough to cause a rippling echo in the classroom.

“That reaction was almost worth getting punched in the schnoz,” Eddie lets out a laugh that leads to a snort, causing him to wince. He puts the frozen bag back up to the bridge of his nose and tilts his head toward the ceiling.

“Ow! Oh fuck- I think your face is gonna make me start bleeding again.”

Steve covers his mouth. “Don’t know what is more bruised: your nose or my ego.” He turns back around and lays his head on the desk, still covering his red complexion.

“We’re gonna have so much fun these next two weeks, huh Stevie?” Eddie says devilishly. Steve can just hear the smile in his voice.

“Ugh,” is all Steve can muster through his mortification. He lays there trying to wrap his brain around why Eddie licking his lips had impacted him so goddamn much. He falls asleep trying to figure it out.

[4:48 pm]

“Steve, please get up,” Ms. Arnold murmurs from the doorway.

“Yeah, Steve,” Eddie chimes in. “Falling asleep in class is very disrespectful. Tsk tsk.”

Steven rubs his eyes and mumbles an apology to Ms. Arnold. She clearly isn’t upset at him. “Maybe you can start on some homework to keep yourself busy,” she suggests as she walks back out the door. He is awake enough to realize that Eddie is now sitting in a desk on the front row. He’s changed back into his previous outfit, dried blood and all.

Eddie abruptly gets up and starts furiously scribbling numbers on the chalkboard. He’s mumbling and counting things out on his fingers, deep in thought. The handwriting is almost illegible, but he notices that he writes out ‘Steve,’ followed by ‘Nancy.’

“What could you possibly be doing now?” Steve asks.

“If you must know,” Eddie starts, “I’m trying to solve your little ‘date’ predicament, King Steve.”

“Please explain.” Steve rests his head against the palm of his hand.

Eddie points at where he’s written Steve. “This-” he quickly draws a stick figure with an exaggerated amount of hair. “Is you.”

“Ha.” Steve rolls his eyes. “Very accurate.”

“And this-” he draws another stick figure in a triangle shaped dress, with significantly less hair than the Steve drawing. “This is Nancy.” Eddie draws an arrow connecting Nancy to the numbers that he scribbled earlier. “Now here’s the part I can’t solve. Detention ends at 6,” he circles the number 6 aggressively. “And sophomores have curfews at what- 10? 11?”

Steve shrugs.

“Love the enthusiasm,” Eddie wags the piece of chalk at Steve. “Now I’m no mathematician, but I do know that would still leave at least 3 hours for… necking, or whatever it is you do on your infamous dates.”

“For the love of God, please don’t call it necking, Munson.”

Eddie starts walking over to Steve. He places his hands on the desk and is hovering over Steve, breathing in his personal atmosphere like it’s an easyboundary to cross. “My point is: it’s not adding up, Harrington. Why would you cancel the whole evening with half of the night still available for the taking?”

Steve leans back in his chair, trying to regain some of his own personal air again. “She said she’s busy most nights.”

“Okay,” Eddie lingers. He sits on the edge of the desk. “Doing what?”

Steve accepts defeat on this guy invading his space and just shrugs again.

Eddie: Did you ask?

Steve: Why should I?

Eddie: Because that’s literally how communication works.

Steve: I guess I just figured she would’ve told me if she wanted to.

Eddie: Would you just share unsolicited information with older men?

Steve: What’s your point, Munson?

Eddie: That smart girls like Nancy Wheeler don’t just share their exact coordinates for the next 8 hours. Not even when life drops a pretty boy at their feet.

Steve: Wait, pretty b-

Eddie: -unless he had asked her very nicely. In a very non-Ted Bundy way.

Steve: First I’m ‘pretty’ and now I’m Ted Bundy. Awesome.

Eddie: Ted Bundy was pretty. That was like, his whole thing.

Steve: I cannot believe we have spiraled into arguing over whether Ted Bundy is attractive.

Eddie: Not an argument - he’s objectively hot.

Steve: Oh, dear GOD, please let this conversation be over.

The conversation is very much not over, unfortunately. Eddie continues, “Okay, new approach - tell me something you like about Nancy.”

“Her eyes, I guess.” Steve generically states.

“What about her personality?”

“What about it?”

“What do you like about her personality, Harrington?” Eddie’s words come out pointed. Sharp edges, targeting him directly.

Steve attempts to give his answer a bit more thought this time. Maybe that will shut Eddie up. “Um. She gets answers right in class a lot.”

It does not shut him up. In fact, he’s full-on rambling now.

“No. That’s not- like…” Eddie huffs, blowing the warm air in Steve’s face. “What’s her favorite band? Her favorite cereal? Favorite flower? Subject in school? What was her favorite gift she ever got for Christmas? Does she even celebrate Christmas? Has she ever broken a bone? Does she have any siblings? Are they close? Is she-“

“I don’t know, dude!” It comes out louder than Steve had intended. “I don’t know, okay? Aren’t those things that you’d learn from going on a date? And why do you even care? We’re not even friends.”

And Steve could hear it. Sure, it was him speaking but it came out sounding just like Tommy. Like Steve’s voice box had temporarily been taken over by his friend’s in order to weaponize his words against Eddie. It makes him sink down in his seat and avoid eye contact with anything - anyone - except the floor.

[5:29pm]

Eddie twirls off the desk and says nothing for a while. He starts erasing his chalkboard scribbles and rearranging the chalk supply back to where it was prior to him taking over the classroom. Steve looks up at him a few times, but mainly keeps his gaze down.

“You’re right.” Eddie admits. Steve feels miles away from Being Right.

“Guess I just thought you found something you liked about her. Maybe common ground. You don’t travel in the same circles, so I was just kinda curious…” Eddie trails off. He is answering Steve’s question, but the volume of his voice makes him think that he is primarily talking to himself.

Steve doesn’t answer because he doesn’t really know how to. He just thought Nancy looked nice. He knows she is smart and is friends with members of the Honors Society, but that is pretty much the extent. And Steve definitely doesn’t have any friends that are in academic-based clubs. It doesn’t matter that they don’t have any common interests at a base level, but Steve hadn’t even cared if they found other connections later on. He automatically assumed that if the physical connection wasn’t there, that he wouldn’t ask her on another date. That was the routine he had always followed up until this point.

Why did he care if that sounded superficial now? Why did Eddie’s stupid math equation featuring goofy drawings make him question his entire dating history? They aren’t even friends, so why does his perspective matter so much? Why why why wh-

“Alright boys,” Ms. Arnold’s voice frees Steve from the questioning voices in his head. “You’re free to go. Don’t forget tomorrow you’ll meet for detention in the AV center, not here.”

[6:00pm]

Eddie is already slipping past her and down the hall. Steve gathers his things and thanks her sheepishly before heading out as well.

When he gets to the parking lot, Eddie is already in his van blaring some distorted version of a guitar solo. The music makes Steve’s ears wish they had a different occupation besides Listening. It forces him to unlock his car door and get in as quickly as possible to block out the sounds.

Nine more days, he thinks.

And without a better explanation besides ‘Eddie Munson is making me question my lack of morals,’ Steve finds himself driving to Nancy Wheeler’s house.

#steddie fic #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #detention fic full of romance and kinky shit

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spookednsaucy · 11 months

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Jailbreak

#heard you like magic #I got a wand and a rabbit #so baby let’s get freaky #get kinky #let’s make this bed get squeaky #eddie stranger things #stranger things #eddie munson #stranger things art #spookednsaucey #eddie munson art #eddie art #digital illustration #digital art wip #digital art #Spookednsaucy

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bagel-with-creamcheese · 2 years

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Listen, Eddie Munson is already so queer coded, but the handkerchief! The fucking handkerchief! Undeniable that man is gay.

#stranger things #eddie munson #i think him and steve should kiss #for fun #steddie #he’s gay!#and kinky apparently #hanky code #.

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yikesharringrove · 2 years

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I hope you don't mind if send asks but this has been floating in my head and I figured you might appreciate it! Have a great day xx

Eddie and Billy double teaming Steve, he's facing Billy and starts crying. Billy snaps pics to show Eddie later. When Steve is in the bathroom afterwards, Billy shoes off his artwork, Steve walks back into Billy jerking off Eddie

Or alternatively,

Steve thinking his boys just want to double team and finding out only after it has happened that Billy had been discussing with Eddie about how pretty Steve is when he cries during sex and actually guides them so Steve is facing Eddie and then starts narrating as tears begin to well

I love getting asks! I’m bad at answering them but they tickle my brain everytime I get one :)

And maybe, once they both get to witness how gorgeous Steve cries when he’s overstimulated, loose and pliant, and all kinds of filthy, they strike up a friendly competition.

Who can bring their Steve to tears faster?

Billy has a bit of an advantage, he and Steve have been together for slightly longer, and Billy has dedicated a lot of his time to finding all of Steve’s most special buttons, and digging his thumbs into them.

He knows the right way to purr into Steve’s ear. The right way to use pretty words and soft praise to get Steve collapsing like a house of cards.

But Eddie is a very sore loser.

And he is also a little more willing to be downright mean to Steve. To give Steve exactly what he wants, but abruptly cut off all that pleasure and give him a bit of pain.

Billy much prefers to sweet talk Steve to tears, to coo about how gorgeous he is when he takes both of their cocks in his tight hole, but something in him really lights up when he watches Eddie spit on Steve’s tear-stained face and call him a pathetic cockslut.

And poor Stevie is actually loving it. Because both of his boys are trying to out-do the other, trying to get him further and further from reality and all he has to do is lie back and let it happen.

(Plus it’s totally worth it when they both cuddle him to sleep, putting his hair and cooing about how good he is)

#this got kinda kinky lol #my favorite harringroveson vibe is ‘this is my boyfriend Steve and his boyfriend Eddie’ bc I don’t ship billy and Eddie #steve harrington #billy hargrove #eddie munson #harringroveson #yikes writes #lemons

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over--and-out · 2 years

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Eddie Munson fucking you while wearing the Michael Myers mask

I said what I said

#eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things eddie #eddie stranger things #fanfic #eddie munson x male reader #teddyposting #teddy speaks #michael myers #eddie my boy #he would #mans has a mask kink definitely #he's just kinky

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little-annie · 1 year

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I plan on writing a series of Steve's kink discoveries (including Edddie as a helping hand of course) but I'm curious: What do we think the boy's into or would possibly be interested in but ultimately find out its not for him?

Steve's Kink Discoveries

Give me some ideas or prompts folks 🤔

#eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie fandom #steddie fanfiction #steve x eddie #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #stevexeddie #eddie x steve #kinky smut #stranger things smut #steddie smut #steddie prompt #steddie fic

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harmonictechnicality · 1 year

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*snippet of chapter 5 vamp!eddie fic I'm currently writing :)*

(cw: they are discussing blood quite a bit... cause vampire)

For someone inane reason, Eddie makes Steve stand over in the corner of the room. He sits on the other side, lays on the other side. Diagonally across from Steve. As far away as he can get.

“I don’t see how this is necessary.” Steve kicks at the wall, hands in his pockets.

“We’re talking about describing something I crave.” Eddie looks up at the ceiling. Hands folded up behind his back. Laying on top of them. Constraining them maybe.

“Just need to create some distance so I don’t hurt you.”

“You won’t.”

“I don’t like how much you trust me.”

“You would’ve killed me by now if you wanted to, Eds.” Steve firmly believes that. “You hated me the first time we talked and you didn’t kill me then.”

Eddie looks up at him for a moment. “This time is different.”

“How?”

Eddie’s rings knocking into one another like tarnished church bells as he talks. “Have you ever seen one of those commercials on tv that are ads for fast food burgers?”

“The ones that use lots of enticing adjectives that’ll make you jump in your car and go to the drive-thru?”

Duh. “Yeah.” Steve leans into the corner. “What about it?”

“That’s basically what I’m doing here.” Eddie lays back down. “I’m describing the only meal I’ll ever crave, and you're right there. No tv screen. No drive-thru. No challenge.”

“You make it so easy and you don’t even know it.”

Steve’s joints feel rigid.

“This is a bad idea, Steve.”

“Probably.” Definitely is.

“You still want to risk it?”

He’s not sure how or when his sense of fear got turned off, but it did. All Steve cares about is his tingling curiosity. And it didn’t earn it’s infamous proverb about murdering cats for nothing…

“Fucking tell me already, Munson.”

Eddie’s hands go behind his back again. He shuts his eyes and sucks in air through his mouth.

“Everyone’s blood smells different. Everyone’s blood smells drinkable.”

“But your blood..” Eddie’s eyelids scrunch tighter. Shutting them harder.

“Your blood would make fragrance chemists weak in the knees.”

Eddie mentions ‘knees’ and Steve’s legs instinctively lock up. Blocking his blood flow to go anywhere else in his body.

This is how people faint.

This might be why Steve faints.

“It’s like you have cinnamon and an ocean breeze churning in your veins.” Eddie continues. Inhaling through his nose this time.

Not to breathe.

To smell him.

To scent him.

“Whatever celestial being that created you, just injected all of the best aromas of autumn and summer into your bloodstream. Stuck you on earth to smell like a seasonal daydream.”

Force of attraction takes control over Steve’s ambulatory skills. He’s walking over to Eddie without even trying.

He’s bending down next to Eddie without even thinking.

‘You make it so easy and you don’t even know it.’ He hears Eddie’s hazardous observation repeat like hiccups in his mind, but it doesn’t matter.

The orbit of Eddie Munson just became impossible to resist.

“You shouldn’t.” Eddie keeps his eyes shut tight, even as Steve approaches.

He kneels down beside him. Wanting to do something - not really sure what.

Kiss him.

Touch him.

Exist with him.

Steve’s not sure.

“I trust you, Eds.”

“Like I said.” Eddie licks over his teeth. His fangs click down into place. “You shouldn’t.”

But Steve does. He hopelessly trusts Eddie, even with his fangs locked in. Even when he’s sparking energy off his body.

He trusts him because Eddie is Steve’s friend.

He trusts him too much because Steve feels even more than friendship with him.

“We should talk about last week.” Steve isn’t thinking clearly, not in the proper mindset to discuss things logically. But he doesn’t know what else to do.

His options were to say that, or ‘Eddie, I have feelings for you and I think we should makeout with your fangs still down.’

And Steve is not gonna throw that sentence out into the air.

Eddie turns onto his side, his expression is serious.

“Right now?”

“If not now, then when?”

“When I don’t have sharp weapons in my mouth maybe.”

Steve exasperates. “Just… Can’t you put them away?”

“Not when you’re this close.” Eddie sits up, rising slowly. “Not when your blood is right under my nose - smelling so good.”

Steve’s brain goes all sloshy the way Eddie says it.

“You like it, huh?” That is not an appropriate response, Steve. It comes out like a girl jabbing on the phone, twirling her hair.

Like Steve is being fucking coy with a vampire.

“Starting to get a bit of a contact high off your scent, I think.” Eddie’s nostrils are widely flared out. Not in a human way anymore.

Steve abandons the talking idea with that statement. Lets that notion that someone feels drugged off of him destroy all of his logical thinking skills.

It’s all lust now.

“Do you want to bite me?” Steve crawls closer to Eddie because he lets him. He practically has his arms reaching out for Steve, fangs glinting in a smile.

Steve doesn’t know why he asks that, he knows the answer. Maybe he’s the one getting a contact high from Eddie’s vampiric charm or some shit.

“I won’t though.” Eddie says, tranced by Steve’s low movement.

Eddie’s eyes open long enough for Steve to see how big they are. Black pits blown out further than his flaring nostrils.

Steve’s fairly sure his eyes are equally dilated.

It’s midnight meeting midnight.

The misty stratosphere of desire is wrapping around each of them.

Steve getting brave from the mist.

Eddie getting glazed and honest from the mist.

“I won’t ever hurt you, Steve.”

the whole chapter is on ao3 - it's like 10,000 words, so I just put my favorite part up here :)

#steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #vampire eddie munson #things get vampire kinky *just* a bit #gonna be waaaaaay freakier by chapter 7 though #so if you're into that - come vibe with me

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