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Enjoy some 90s Steddie :)

Steve is probably fixing his collar as an excuse to tease his fingers along his neck and Eddie is blushing like a schoolgirl <3

ps see those hands reaching for one another

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Eddie Munson pink cheeked and drunk on spiked eggnog AND he’s wearing a pair of reindeer antlers. if u care

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Melon | Eddie Munson Solo

Eddie Munson Solo Filth 10

Summary: Eddie… Eddie fucks a cantaloupe. That’s it. That’s the story. Tags: Male Masturbation, Dirty talk, Using fruit as a sex toy, mention of sex toys, cum eating (kinda), Dirty talk directed at females/female genitals, food kink (not really though). Words: 1884 A/N: This one is silly and fun. This one is for the Slutfire Club. I’ll never live up to the absolutely iconic line “lust for the crust” but damn, I did my best and I hope you guys like it. Without you guys my writing would have no exposure. You’ve changed my tumblr experience. ❤

~~ Eddie rushed inside the empty trailer. Kicking off his shoes and shaking the contents of his only shopping bag onto the kitchen counter. A single cantaloupe fell out with a dull thud and began to roll towards him. He stopped it with a hand as he leant over to get a knife. Holding it still as he sliced the end off one side of it.

Half an hour later he was standing in front of his creation. Staring at it with a sense of pride that mingled with disgust. He’d been thinking about this idea for weeks. But only this morning when he’d awoken with morning wood for the fifth day in a row did he finally decide to act on it.

Jerking off every morning was getting tiresome. His hand wasn’t cutting it anymore. He needed something else. He’d debated going into the one sex shop in the small town and purchasing a toy. But the Freak of Hawkins walking into the dirty store was sure to get around fast and he wasn’t about to live that down if the gossip made its way to the High School. 

So he’d done the next best thing. Rushed to the corner store and spent more than he had wanted to on the only large fruits they’d had available. Cantaloupes. Thank goodness Uncle Wayne was allergic to melons. Which cut the risk of him accidentally ingesting anything Eddie had fucked, down to pretty much nothing. Unless of course they ever ended up stranded in the trailer long enough to start eating the couch, any of the cushions, pillows, mattresses or around half of the towels.

Eddie’s palm glossed over the rough skin of the rockmelon. Tongue peaking out to wet his lips as he exhaled a shaky breath through his nose. There wasn’t anything particularly sexy about fruit itself but the knowledge that he was doing something taboo sent blood rushing straight to his cock. The sight of the hole he’d carved in the middle making him twitch against the fabric of his pants. 

It was the perfect hole. Sized just for him. This fruit’s only purpose was to please him. Get fucked and take his cum like a little slut. The thought turned him on and the fact that he knew it shouldn’t made it even worse. 

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The Duffers killed off Eddie Munson because they knew he wouldn't have been able to survive 1990s Steve Harrington, you can't prove me wrong.

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eddie spotted on scene of st5 (real)

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steddie - tumblr posts [8/?] / memes [30/?]

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Your friend, a shapeshifter (a secret you've kept since childhood) hasn't answered your texts in days, so you head to their home. Upon arriving, you find that they're in the middle of an existential crisis; they can't remember how to turn back into their original, human form.

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Put him in the BAU squad from Criminal Minds!

now tell me, who would be his bff?

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famous!Steve and regular-guy!Eddie in History’s Most Perfect Hookup™

you cannot seriously be surprised by someone buying you a drink🍸💛

The first time? It’s the flukiest fluke of all flukes. And Eddie doesn’t even realize it, and can only suspect—barely—and daydream—pathetically—about it after the fact.

They’re in Indy for no good reason save that they can be. They’re not even booked at the seedy ass place they play sometimes; they’re just floating. Eddie doesn’t even remember how they make it to the decidedly-midline bar—higher end than their usual but still pretty barebones by anyone else’s standards—but Gareth and Jeff have fucked off to flirt, and Doug’s beat them both, having slipped out at least thirty minutes ago so it’s just Eddie, grabbing another of whatever’s on tap and cheapest when��

“I didn’t order this.”

Eddie looks at the kind of glass that’s definitely used for a particular fancy brand of beer and Eddie isn’t cut from that cloth. Or that tax bracket.

“Yeah,” the bartender says, distracted and caring all of not-at-all.

“Hey,” Eddie taps the countertop pointedly, leaning over a little to get the man’s attention again; “this isn’t mine, dude.”

“It is,” the bartender nodded, totally unconcerned and it’s not like it’s Eddie’s problem, but if the tables were turned he’d be kinda pissed someone else was getting served his order.

“I didn’t order it,” Eddie insists again, enunciating carefully and probably sounds like a prick for it but the bartender just huffs with an eye roll and tosses back at him, already distracted by the other end of the bar before he walks away:

“Sure didn’t.”

“I—” Eddie starts to protest one more because either way he sure as fuck isn’t paying that much for a fucking beer, so if he didn’t order it he isn’t going to drink it and get hoodwinked into the tab—

“You cannot seriously be surprised by someone buying you a drink.”

And if Eddie follows the words to the most gorgeous fucking mouth he’s ever seen? Attached to the most breathtaking face—like he’s say movie star but that’s too generic, he’s maybe venture model but that’s not enough—which is all attached to the most drool-worthy body to make for the most possible weak-knee-inducing everything of a man?

Eddie can’t even be blamed for his jaw dropping. He doesn’t even blame himself, really. A mere mortal can only do so much, in the presence of a fucking god.

Eddie feels his cheeks burn anyway, but it’s worth it and then some when the deity-man smiles, because, because…

The crinkle at the corners of his eyes. How Eddie thinks he can hear too much in this man’s laughter, all sparkler-glimmers and the kind of warmth you think of for the embrace not just of a lover, but a partner; a soulmate. The way the hazel’s so deep when Eddie manages the catch it in the dim, and how he would have missed it entirely if not for the way those eyes light up.

“If you don’t want it, that’s totally cool,” the man offers, less deflated than the words hint toward, than Eddie would’ve expected them to sound. They’re…weirdly friendly, still, and it’s endearing as shit because what if the god-man with those aurora streaks in his gaze might not just be out-of-this-fucking-world gorgeous, he might be a fucking…nice guy? Not just looking to pick up a rando at a bar for fuck knows what reason, Eddie’s definitely the definition of punching below this guy’s standards weight class—

Or else: Eddie…thinks that’s what that means.

But either way: thought experiment—what if this guy’s not just out for dick?

“Or, I mean, if you do want the drink but want me to just fuck off, that’s also totally cool,” the guy keeps talking, and fuck, Eddie was distracted by his fucking gorgeousness from the jump, but goddamn, his voice is all butter-rich and tenor-sweet and Eddie wants to bathe in that sound like syrup, wants to drown in what it makes him feel where it resonates along his fucking spinal chord, good fucking god—

“Well, I’ll be kinda disappointed, but that’s a me problem. You,” this unreal heaven-sent beauty’s humming out with a glint in his eyes and a sad-sugar tip to his lips as he gestures to the drink Eddie’s wrapped his hands around at some point.

“You can just enjoy it as a token of,” and he tilts his head down to the glass and plays with his bottom lip between his teeth, behind a closed-mouth little grin:

“Of admiration from a stranger.”

And he almost looks like he’s going to walk, like he’s going to withdraw from whatever it is they’re doing and Eddie feels it less in his spine now and more near his ribs, the jolt to move, to act, to lean in and shift the momentum of the moment before it gets too far from his reach, to say—

“Why this one?”

That, apparently. To say that random ass thing, but he’s nothing if not skilled at improvisation, so he chin-checks downward toward the beer in his hands, and relishes the full body tingle that takes him over when something unspoken, and not wholly recognized before in this man spools the weight of it off his shoulders and relaxes his bones, making him look immediately like the most comfortable resting place, the softest pillow, the best thing to hold close on a cold night and—

Jesus holy fuck, Edward. Get ahold of yourself.

“Saw you buying the lager earlier,” those eyes twinkle like string lights shorting out all unpredictable, free-wheeling and always a surprise; breathtaking for it. There’s no shame in how he was watching Eddie, and if the unfathomable reality that Eddie had somehow captured this divine specimen’s attention wasn’t enough to set his heart racing heavy, make his brain mushy and useless, then the oddly unaffected confidence in this man for the way he’d observed and then moved is…

Fucking hot.

“If you liked that one, I banked on you liking this one better,” Mr. Seraphim-from-on-High visibly traces his teeth as he smirks tight-lipped just a little, dumb-delicious motherfucker with it, too, and like—

“Eddie.”

He’s a weak man, y’know? Someone with a fraction of this kind of beauty and charm would have had Eddie at a glance. He’s not about to miss the opportunity for, for…a whole other caliber of speechless-rendering.

He sticks his hand out, even—makes the least-risky of all possible moves like a real fucking hero.

“Steve,” and the rumble of that voice on the melody of that name fucking, just…does something to Eddie. Lights up his synapses. Tickles the way his heartbeat sparks and sets the way he lives and breathes into a different cadence and key.

Jesus, just…fucking hell.

“Not admiration from a stranger anymore, then,” Eddie manages to say the words just fine, even if his tone’s kind of a rasp for no reason, save for the simple fact of this chance encounter with an actual otherworldly being in itself ; “s’admiration from a Steve, now,” and Eddie finally takes a drink from the glass he’s got in his hands—slippery from where it’s been sweating in neglect, and at least that’s a better excuse than Eddie shaky hands if he drops it—and fuck all, Eddie does prefer this fancy beer.

He drinks a little deeper just so that his companion can see his appreciation, just in case the full-ass captivation coursing through the whole of Eddie’s goddamn body isn’t shining out of his pores clearly enough.

“Admiration from a Steve is so much better,” Eddie tacks on with a satisfied sigh before he puts down the glass and leans into the bar a little more like he’s making himself comfortable as he turns more fully to Steve, tries to signal that he…wants to prolong this moment, draw out this encounter until it’s a wholly intentional thing where they both choose to remain here in the same bubble of space and time for the sake of each other and Eddie knows that’s a gamble, because why would this whole-ass wonder of a human want to do that, but…Eddie fucking wants Steve to stay, if Steve wants to. For as long as Steve wants to. A few more minutes, the whole rest of the evening, basically forever…

Eddie’s not picky, really. It’s not like he’s expecting a proposal after just a nice lager in a random bar.

Fantasizing? Maybe. Expecting? God, no.

But Steve did buy him the drink, so. So there is that.

But then, miracle of miracles, Steve matches Eddie’s energy, and ups him at that: he presses against the bar and leans forward just the slightest bit, close enough that Eddie can at least consider the possibility that Steve’s body heat is something he can feel between them and, just…

Yeah.

They talk about pointless shit that feels good to volley back and forth with, from needling opinions on the songs playing to a gloriously bitchy running commentary on the worst dressed people filtering around them as they slowly migrate from closer to the middle of the bar line off toward the side, nearer to the wall: as secluded as they can get, as…clear that they’re holding here for the long haul.

The first unmistakably envious glare he clocks from a chick, and then a guy shortly after, that eyes them leaned close, fills Eddie with fucking…like, the bubbling kind of glee he’s not expecting, and he pitches forward a little further for the thrill of it.

Which is how he feels the brush of Steve’s chest on an inhale that sends Eddie’s already carbonated brand of giddiness into the fucking stratosphere.

“You want another?” Steve asks, nodding to his long-empty glass, but there’s a hint to his tone that maybe he’s…asking, or else wanting to ask, or, or maybe be asked, about something else.

And Eddie is nothing if not an impulsive motherfucker who doesn’t think before he opens his mouth.

“Is it too much if I ask if you want to get out of here? I don’t live far,” Eddie speaks in a rush, breathier against the sharp din of the bar than he’s proud of, but hell if Steve doesn’t brighten like the that star he is, commanding the attention of every goddamn cell in Eddie’s body, sparking heat through Eddie like a flame where Eddie’s a willing moth to gravitate toward further, further as he answers in a low rumbly murmur that does thingsto Eddie’s heartbeat, like the bass straight from an amp, save shot right into his veins:

“I’d fucking love to.”

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💫 Accidental body swap 💫

“Steeeeeve?” Eddie calls from the hallway.

“What the-?” Steve opens his bedroom door to see himself staring back.

“Uh…”

Steve slowly raises his hands and dives them into long curly hair. “What the fuck?”

“Dude,” Steve glances up and Eddie’s staring down the waistband of his flannel pajama pants. “You have a huge dick.”

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if their show was even remotely good still

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Just thinking about s4 but when Alpha!Eddie grabs Steve to shove the bottle against his neck, he doesn't realize Steve is an omega and accidentally scruffs him. And Steve is just boneless, kinda goes down. And Eddie isn't expecting deadweight and almost falls ontop of Steve but realizes what's happening (let's just say he's fought off a few bullies who scruffed members of his pack). He immediately drops the bottle and holds onto Steve, who tries to scent Eddie. Just shoves his face into Eddie's neck and nuzzles it, lets out a purr unintentionally.

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The Rescue

(This is one of the November Print Choices for my Patreon ♥️ )

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He takes his job very seriously

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Dress Up In You

Written for @steddiemicrofic October prompt "dress".

Rating: M | WC: 350 | CW: recreational drug use during spicy moments

Eddie is higher than he's been in a while. He accepted Steve's dare to match him hit-for-hit, mistakenly remembering the lightweight Steve was when they'd first started hanging out. Now they're in Steve's parents' bedroom for some reason, and Eddie is looking through his mom's clothes.

“This one's soooooo soft,” Eddie says as he runs a velvet dress through his fingers.

“You should put it on,” Steve says from his perch on the bed, staring at Eddie. He looks completely out of it and completely focused on Eddie at the same time.

Eddie laughs, expecting Steve to laugh with him, but he just keeps staring with an intensity that makes Eddie uncomfortable.

“I'm serious,” Steve says. “Put it on.”

Eddie isn't sure why, but he does it, pulling off his shirt and jeans while Steve leans back on his hands and stares with heavy-lidded eyes.

Once Eddie's down to his boxers, he pulls the dress off the hanger and steps in, the three-quarter length sleeves sliding up his arms and over his shoulders, back hanging open.

He looks over at Steve, whose eyes run down Eddie's body as he licks his lips. Eddie has noticed in the previous few months that Steve likes to stare at him, but it's never been quite like this, with so much intensity.

“Come here,” Steve says, beckoning Eddie.

Eddie shuffles over, mouth completely dry, and turns around, pulling his hair to the side. Steve reaches forward, warm fingers grazing his back, making Eddie shiver as he pulls up the zipper. The dress is tight across Eddie's shoulders but sags at his chest, nipples just visible. Eddie feels his cock harden at the sensation of the velvet against his skin, and Steve's hands against his back.

Steve turns Eddie around and lowers his mouth to one of Eddie's exposed nipples.

"Perfect," Steve says against Eddie's chest, as he reaches under the dress, palm pressing against Eddie's cock.

Letting Steve fuck him while wearing his mother's dress hadn't been on Eddie's bingo card for the year, or even his life, but he isn't about to complain.

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