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*Steve absolutely verbally eviscerating someone who was mean to the party*

Eddie: children avert your eyes

The party: wtf why?

Eddie already too busy kissing Steve like his life depends on it

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Steve's got big, big plans for the three of them if Eddie will just get on board.

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Steve: Is that you, Hargrove?

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I hate you 🖤

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Whining 🥺

Part One Two

TW abuse/violence and homophobic language from Neil

Eight months earlier

Billy scowls down at the guy; Billy’s calling it now, he’s an Omega. He’s got fluffy dark hair that should be curls but are just a fucking nest instead. Big, soft brown eyes that make him look a bit dumb, like a pretty cow or some shit. He’s wearing a ‘Priest’ shirt though, under his worn old leather jacket, and that scores him at least half a point from Billy. Maybe.

A half point he immediately looses again because he’s holding a casserole dish.

Billy finally lights the cigarette that’s been hanging from his lips, “can I help you?”

The Omega puts one foot on the bottom step and stops again, offering the dish, “I’m Eddie. I live with my uncle Wayne just over the way there,” - Billy eyes the beat up van, -“just thought I’d come and say welcome to the park, you know? Do the neighborly thing,” Eddie stretches to push the dish closer.

He’s drenched in cheap shitty deodorant, and Billy knows then for certain that he’s right.

“You’re one of those Omega,” Billy says, “don’t need to cook for me sweetheart, I’m game-”

“Fuck you. I am not an Omega-”

Billy snorts, “sure.”

“And if you don’t want the casserole then just say, no need to be a dick about it.”

Billy watches as the pretty little spitfire stomps off back towards his own trailer, he’s going to have to keep clear of that one.

“Billy! Billy who were you talking too?!” Neil roars from inside.

“No one,” Billy calls back, flicking the stub of his cigarette into the dirt.

It’s raining, but Billy would still know the van anywhere. He drives past, Billy knows better than to go anywhere near anything like that. He was dragged away from Cali for this exact reason, he doesn’t need any more trouble, not with Neil.

The rain falls harder. He’s fucking miles from anywhere, and the side of the road in the dark isn’t exactly safe. A guy could freeze if he has to spend the night out here. Billy sighs. And hates himself. And turns the car around.

Eddie’s soaking wet, like a rat dunked in a bucket. He’s illuminated by the Camaro's headlights, deathly pale. His hands are dirty, a tool kit by his feet, the open hood only shielding him a little from the downpour.

Billy gets one foot on the ground, opens the door far enough to half stand and shout, “fucking leave it, just get in.”

He gets back in, turns the heaters up full, watches as Eddie scrambles around to shut the hood, put away the tools, grab his stuff, lock the van.

When he gets in his teeth are actually chattering, and Billy rolls his eyes, “should have just waited it out in the van.”

“Shoulda’ woulda’ coulda’,” Eddie mumbles back, hands held desperately up to the heat.

The seats going to be fucking soaked.

Seven months earlier

There’s a knocking on the door. Neil’s passed out on the couch, Billy bypasses him and goes to the door.

“Hey man,” it’s Eddie, “your car, don’t know if you know but I think the lights are on?”

“Oh,” Billy leans, squints in the light. Shit, battery might be done, “yeah, okay, thanks.”

“I can give you a jump if you need,” Eddie shrugs, “least I can do.”

Neil comes out of nowhere, dragging Billy back by the collar, yanking so hard Billy goes down backward, “you fucking faggot,” he turns then, telling Eddie, “fuck off,” before slamming the door shut.

Neil drags his belt out of it’s loops, “you chasing fucking tail again, huh? You going to roll over and go ass up? You fucking disgusting good for nothing-”

Billy watches the cherry burn bright in the darkness. He can hear someone coming across the dirt and dusty dried grass. He knows it’s Eddie, who else would it be?

Billy’s sat on the shoddy old picnic table, feet on the bench.

“Sorry if I-”

“Just keep out of it man,” Billy flicks the end off into the dark, watches it spin, land, the ashes scatter.

Eddie’s close now, way too fucking close. Close enough to set Billy’s nerves jangling. He wants to look around, make sure Neil’s not watching. It’s reflex though, Neil isn’t even in the park. He’s gone out with Susan for dinner or whatever. Billy makes himself stay still. Forces the panic down.

“I am an Omega.” Eddie admits, practically standing between Billy’s spread knees, forcing Billy to look at him.

“Yeah. Yeah I know.”

“Doesn’t that make it okay though? How can he be angry with you?”

“You’re not the problem.”

Eddie frowns, clearly confused, “but-”

“Just, just leave it.”

“Okay,” Eddie says, and then closes the gap and kisses him.

It’s soft, just a press of lips, at first. Eddie tastes a little like licorice, smells a little like cigarettes and about a bucket of nasty cologne.

Billly falls into it, just for a second, he lets himself have this. He lets himself pretend, before he gives Eddie another soft peck, and pulls away. “You never asked how I made you so fast.”

“No…” Eddie starts, frowning. Billy watches as he pieces it together. Why Neil would be so mad. What he must have heard through the door. Eddie might have big soft dumb eyes, but Eddie is not stupid. Not at all. “Takes one to know one?” He finally hazards.

“Yeah,” Billy pulls out another cigarette, “so this ain’t no thing,” he gestures between them, Eddie takes the opportunity to steal the smoke from between Billy’s fingers.

Billy doesn’t mind it, gets himself another. He lights up, lets Eddie lean in to light his from the end of it.

“It...could be though, right?” Eddie hedges, slowly, “I mean, for a bit.”

This is stupid. It’s so stupid. It’s unbearable how stupid it is. Billy knows he’s going to go for it anyway. Knows he can never leave things alone, “for a bit,” he concedes.

The glow of the cigarette is reflected in Eddie’s eyes, and Billy’s sure he’s looking at the face that’s going to get him killed.

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Steve gets on his knees in front of Eddie for the first time.

Eddie: Your contacts fall out, babe? I'll help.

Eddie gets on his knees and starts looking on the ground.

Steve: I can't do this if you're also on your knees.

Eddie: Two heads are better than one, Stevie.

Steve: Has no one ever done this for you before?

Eddie: What?

Steve: Eddie.

Eddie: *stares*

Steve: *stares back*

Eddie: OH!

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Steve and Eddie are sharing a room post vecna. It's going pretty well - Eddie likes the company. However, there is just one thing that puts him off the whole arrangement.

"And the torn ligament in your knee? How's that holding up?" The doctor asks Steve as he consults a chart about as thick as every monster manual and dungeon supplement Eddie owns.

"Good. Healed nice. Barely gives me trouble." Steve responds rotely.

Every day a new fresh layer of body horror is revealed and Eddie cannot fucking stand it. It's like he feels it in his own bones right down to the marrow. Eddie listens to the various medical practitioners of Hawkins General follow up with Steve on a laundry list of bone fractures, muscle tears, and concussions. It's bad enough he can't even enjoy the Super Special Ice Cream Cones that the candy stripers bring around to their room alongside giggly comments about Steve's "frequent flier privilages."

Eddie just looks at Steve with baffled horror. "What happened to you dude?"

Steve doesn't even lift his head from his pillow. He simply sighs heavily and mutters through barely moving lips, "Organized sports and Russian spies."

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he could be brave by cuips_not_cute

@cuips-not-cute

Rating: Explicit

29,311 words, 10/10 chapters

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tags: Getting Together, Pining, so much pining, Mutual Pining, And Then Some, First Kiss, Making Out, Lots of that, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Gay Eddie Munson, steve is lowkey kinda smooth?, and eddie is a disaster because of it, Post-Canon, post s4 v1, but not post v2, Post Vecna, everyone lives because I say so, robin and eddie are bros, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, First Time, Rimming, They're Switches Bitches!, Blowjobs, handjobs, Hair-pulling, Literal Sleeping Together, as well as the slutty kind of sleeping together, Bottom Steve Harrington, Top Steve Harrington, Bottom Eddie Munson, Top Eddie Munson, Not Actually Unrequited Love, canon compliant up to ep7 and then i make shit up, Period-Typical Homophobia, eddie "heart-eyes" munson, Protective Steve Harrington, Recreational Drug Use, Shotgunning, they're moron4moron, steve is very very stupid and eddie wants to see him naked, background ronance (used as a plot device bc girls), 69 (Sex Position), (Nice), uh, Grinding, Hickies, finally decided on a chapter count guys, Anal Fisting, Steve Harrington Has a Praise Kink, eddie is all too happy to tell him he's pretty, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, hate that tag, Fuck u Duffers, Multiple Orgasms, this is so soft actually, Porn With Very Little Plot, angst and pining then just filth, but it's all very tender, Slow Burn, for a bit then it's like 20k words of porn, Eddie Munson is a Sweetheart, Hand & Finger Kink, Happy Ending

Summary:

Eddie Munson isn't very good at puzzles. Well. He can make them, sure, in the form of weeks-long campaigns for his bandmates and a ragtag group of now sophomores he'd come to adore. He's great at making them. Great at making villains that his party thought they'd had figured out, beaten, only to make a quick 180 and have them come back from the dead for a final, earth-shattering fight. Yeah. He can make them. What Eddie Munson can't do when it comes to puzzles, is figure them the fuck out. Especially, it seems, when the puzzle comes in the form of a boy one year younger than him and slightly shorter when you don't count his mass of gorgeous hair that makes him, falsely, look taller than Eddie. This puzzle had saved the world with him, had saved him when he was sure he was a goner. The puzzle's name, of course, is Steve Harrington. King Steve, to many, Hawkins High's golden boy, rich and charming and apparently, a fucking badass. Eddie never stood a chance.

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steddie au where eddie thinks they're just hooking up because steve never treats him like all his previous girlfriends, but steve thinks they're dating and the relationship is only different because it's Gay. he's just trying to follow eddie's lead without making a fool of himself (he keeps buying gifts and flowers then shoving them into the back of his closet because he doesn't want eddie to think he's "treating him like a girl")

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in most fics i've read robin is grossed out when steve talks about his sex life, which is probably far more in character for her, but hear me out

imagine them discussing literally everything. like having no boundaries whatsoever.

one day robin mentions she's never seen a dick and she's curious what all the fuss is about.

robin: you have one

steve: yeah...?

robin: so show me

steve: ??

steve: sure, why not

when steve pulls down his pants, robin just stares at him with a blank face

robin: that's... it?

steve: what do you mean that's it??

robin: it looks sad

steve: ??? well, it's not hard rn, obviously???

robin: ugh, boring

steve: you want me to show you my hard dick?? is that what's happening rn?

robin: i mean yeah?

steve: your judgemental face is forever burned into my mind. i don't think i'll ever be able to get hard again.

then robin bursts into his room like a week later

robin: steve, you're a slut-

steve: hey!

robin: so you know your way around a vagina, right?? i need you to tell me if i have a rash or not

steve: do you not own a handheld mirror?

robin: i'm freaking out so much, i can't make a sound observation rn

steve: *sigh* alright

turns out robin does indeed have a rash and steve takes her to the doctor

at one point they lose all shame. steve regularly air dries while robin hangs out in his room. robin makes steve do her monthly breast self-exam. they check each other for ticks.

when steve and eddie start dating steve tells robin literally everything. robin knows way too much about eddie and she loves it.

robin comes over for movie night, eddie is already there

robin: how was your day?

steve: we slept in, then eddie fucked me, it was great-

eddie: *chokes*

steve: then we cooked lunch, there are some leftovers in the fridge, go ahead and eat. yours?

eddie: ???

robin: ugh, don't get me started-

eddie: wait wait wait, how did you just say that so casually?

stobin: ???

eddie: that i fucked you??

steve: i tell robin everything. i told you that. you said that's fine.

eddie: i didn't know that included our sex life?

steve: why wouldn't it? ... wait, oh no, are you not okay with that?? i'm sorry, i thought you knew??

eddie: oh no, it's fine! it just surprised me is all. y'all are real freaks, carry on

stobin: okay then

robin freaks out before her first date with a girl

robin: what if my vagina looks weird???

steve: are you planning to fuck her on the first date, buckley? and how many times do i have to tell you your vagina looks absolutely normal??

robin: no, i'm not, but it's still a valid concern!!! what if my vagina looks hideous to girls??

eddie, the silent observer: lol

steve: what are you even talking about... a vagina is a vagina, vagina lovers love all vaginas

robin: stop saying vagina

steve: vagina vagina vagina-

robin tackles him and they end up wrestling until steve yields

steve: okay okay,, as someone who's seen his fair share of coochies

robin: that's even worse

steve: yours looks perfectly fine.

eddie: wait, you've seen it?

stobin, staring at him: ...

eddie: right, dumb question

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don’t mind me, i’m just spreading my “what if nancy and eddie were besties” agenda

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i've been so obsessed w innocent!virgin! reader and perv!experienced! eddie (maybe even mean!dom! eddie) dating and eddie can't wait to take her virginity🫠

ohhhhh brother don’t get me started

18+ — MINORS DNI

god eddie is so handsy. he’s handsy and impatient and honestly he doesn’t know how he’s lasted so long without just bending you over and shoving his cock in you.

but you’re so nice, feeling sorry for your poor boyfriend who has to go home and fist his cock because you’re not ready for the full thing. so, to meet in the middle, you let eddie do things. not very often, you’re still so shy about it and eddie’s got a thing for making you embarrassed so you can blush and whine.

but it took a long time for eddie to get you to say yes— nearly half a year. half a year to stick his head between your thighs and eddie would do it over a million times if he’s being honest.

it took a little longer for eddie to talk you into letting him rub his greedy cock through your wet folds. you were hesitant— but by that time, eddie had already showed you how good sex can feel and you selfishly wanted more, even if you couldn’t fully admit it, eddie could see it. could see it in the way you’d get all squirmy when he touched you, or how you clung to him when a kiss got a little heavier than expected, or in the morning when you would nuzzle up against him like you wanted to meld your bodies together.

he’s a good boy for the most part, doesn’t push you too much, but sometimes he just can’t help it— like now.

you’re just so pretty like this, laid out on his bed in his shirt, messy hair with swollen lips and glossy eyes that had only just fluttered open less than 10 minutes ago.

you’re clutching his sheets, eyes gazing down between your thighs to watch as eddie drags his cock through your wet folds, moaning and trembling when his thick tip nudges against your clit.

this is only the second time you’ve done this, let eddie stick his cock this close to your pretty cunt. usually, you suck him off or eddie fucks your thighs, because the last time eddie got his dick on your cunt he nearly lost it and just went in for the kill— you weren’t too happy with him then. and eddie doesn’t wanna upset his girl.

he tries to keep it together, ringed fingers clutching to the fat of your thighs as he presses them together to make a tight fit around him.

you whimper and eddie groans, curly strands falling over his face as he ruts into the wet heat between your thighs, timid not to get carried away and slip into you.

“fuck, you’re so wet— you sure you don’t want it?” he purrs.

you whine, eyebrows furrowing as you mewl and shake your head, “not today, eddie— please. i wanna wait, i want—“ “okay, okay,” he softly coos, his thumb caressing the skin of your thighs. “i’ll wait… i’ll fuckin wait,” he grits out the last part with a particularly strong thrust, groaning as he tosses his head back, “ah shit, squeeze your thighs together, princess— there we go.”

you’re so cute like this, whiney and pliant beneath eddie— he can practically see your brain melting out your ears. fucked dumb and you haven’t even stretched around the actual thing. god, eddie can’t wait to fuck you— really fuck you.

and he knows you like it nice and sweet, gentle touches and kind words, but sometimes he slips and his grip gets just a little tighter, his words get a little sharp and his movements get a little rough.

he leans over you, your thighs pressing to your chest as he plows through your folds, sharing the same breaths as he grunts against your lips, “look at you crying for my cock— can feel you weepin’, baby— fuck— look at me. look at me.” he demands.

your eyes flutter open, glossy and blown with lust and he nearly growls, his cock throbbing with the promise of release, “always knew you want it, naughty girl.” he teases and you whine, “tell me you want it.”

you huff around a moan and blissfully nod, “i want it, eddie.”

“you’ll let me have it.”

you nod again, “i will, i will— just n-not now—“

“shh, shut up,” he places a hand over your mouth, “shut up, just feel good.”

your eyes roll and eddie can feel you fluttering as you cum against him, your thighs shaking beside his ears. eddie never gets tired of seeing it— watching the soul leave your eyes. he dreams about it.

he can’t stop himself, not when you’re throbbing and fluttering like your pussy’s just asking for it.

he’s cumming and you’re breathless and oblivious, so he knocks your thighs open and he sits up, grabbing his dick and fisting it with fervor. his chest rises and falls quickly, his chin pressed to his chest as he looks at your quivering pussy, moaning when he takes his thumb and index finger to part your cunt, sticky arousal dripping from your hole as he presents it to himself.

god, he doesn’t last a second, placing his tip at your gaping hole, fighting every urge to push in as he cums in thick, white spurts.

you moan around a gasp, hips squirming at the sensation of eddie’s warm cum on your cunt, whining and telling him that’s enough, “no more, eddie—“ “i know, i know— ffuck.”

and yet your hips keep quirking, your cunt seeking him out like it knows what it needs. greedy little thing you are, even when you pretend otherwise.

yeah, he’s gonna fuck you sooner or later.

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Part 2 of some art to @cuips-not-cute's fic Blinking Red Light. As a treat🙈

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A little drawing for @cuips-not-cute's Blinking Red Light because I loved it so much🧡

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JOSEPH QUINN as EDDIE MUNSON STRANGER THINGS - SEASON 4 CHAPTER 7

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Steve: Eddie likes to leave me mixed messages.

Robin: What do you mean?

The messages: