#DM!Eddie

[missingexaltation]

Moments from Hellfire club that haunt the party (aka DM!Eddie is evil and likes to freak out his players).

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"Which one of you...picked it up?"

"Uh, me?"

"What's your wisdom again?"

"Plus four."

*Eddie rolls dice*

*Eddie rolls dice*

*Eddie rolls dice*

"Plus four, you said?"

"Uh....yes? Why??"

"Cool. Thanks."

"Eddie, what was that for?"

"It's fine man, don't worry about it."

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"Right, so let's sleep. Does this class as a long rest Eddie?"

"Sure! So you all wanna settle down to sleep for the night?"

"Yep."

"Yeah."

"Oh my god yes."

"Hell yeah, I get my spell slots ba-"

*Eddie rolls dice*

*Eddie rolls dice*

*Eddie rolls dice*

*Eddie rolls dice*

"Uh Eddie, what's that for?"

"You all went to sleep right? No watch?"

"Shit"

"What the fuck Eddie!"

*Eddie rolls dice*

*Eddie rolls dice*

*Eddie rolls dice*

"So...you all wake up the next morning feeling refreshed and ready to go."

"What the fuck Eddie??"

"Language, Wheeler."

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"Is there anything strange about the pond?"

"Roll perception."

*Dustin rolls dice*

"Two...plus three, so five. Shit."

"Seems like an ordinary pond...to you. "

"I wanna roll perception too."

"Sure, baby Byers. Have at it."

*Will rolls dice*

"Eighteen plus four, so twenty-two."

"Just seems like an ordinary pond. "

"What the shit."

"Language, Gare-bear."

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"Right, so I'll go through the door first- "

"How'd you open the door?"

"I...turn the handle and push, like every other door I've ever opened in my damn life, that good with you?"

*Eddie picks up dice*

"You still have those dragon skin gloves on, Lady Applejack?"

"No I don't! Wait! No! I haven't...wait a sec- "

*Eddie rolls dice*

*Eddie rolls dice*

"You don't currently seem to feel any ill effects."

"Oh HELL no."

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"Look we need to stealth. I've got pass without trace so we- "

"Not for all of us though, we've got numbers on our side so we can- "

"Hey, while you're deciding on your plan of action, can you all roll me a quick perception?"

"What the shit, Eddie? Shit, two"

"Why, Eddie. Seven."

"What, why man? Four."

"Three."

"Eight."

"Three. Shit, shit, shit."

"Eleven?"

"None above eleven? Ok, cool, thanks."

"Eddie...?"

"Carry on, don't worry about it."

"Eddie, what was that for."

"Don't worry about it."

"EDDIE??"

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"I'm gonna pick up the swo- "

"You picked it up? With which hand?"

"....actually...I did NOT pick it up."

"You don't pick it up? You're leaving it?"

"Uh I guess so?"

*Eddie rolls dice*

"Eddie? MAN, WHAT THE HELL?"

*Eddie rolls dice*

*Eddie rolls dice*

*Eddie rolls dice*

[kingsofhellfire]

Aural Kink and DND voice

wynnyfryd:

drunk eddie pulling out his gravelly dm voice

kesbird:

AHHHHHHH

Gorgeousgreymatter:

he was serious about the gravitas

wynnyfryd:

he’s just improvising a sexy one-shot campaign in steve’s ear

lettersinthesand:

NOT THE GRAVELLY DM VOICE

lettersinthesand:

BROOOO HE WOULD

Buff Muggin:

AURAL KINK AURAL KINK AURAL KINK

Let’s fucking GO

lettersinthesand:

DIDNT KNOW HOW MUCH I NEEDED THIS

kesbird:

AURAL KINK MY BELOVED

Buff Muggin:

several people are typing

wynnyfryd:

EDDIE MAKING STEVE PICK AN OPTION BEFORE CONTINUING LIKE A SMUTTY LITTLE CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE

Gorgeousgreymatter:

Hey Steve if you roll a d20 right now I'll let you take all my clothes off because drunk Eddie definitely plays with his dumb little dice

kesbird:

Aural kinks and sensitive ears just

Gorgeousgreymatter:

Our braincells touched :EddieSIMP:

lettersinthesand:

Steve lounging in the background during a hellfire sesh and just straight up having to fight off a boner because he suddenly realizes with vivid clarity that Eddie's dirty talk voice is also his DM voice

lettersinthesand:

OH YEAH HE DO

lettersinthesand:

YES

kesbird:

GOD

wynnyfryd:

aaaaaand it’s floor time

meg :

Steve when it clicks ^^

Gorgeousgreymatter:

Drunk Eddie abusing the dm voice oh my god

kesbird:

He has to excuse himself and Eddie who KNOWS what he’s doing is like let’s take a break 😌

Buff Muggin:

11 or above on a d20 is a success and a piece of clothing is removed. 10 or lower and something gets put back on

wynnyfryd:

Image

kesbird:

Oh I am SO CLOSE to finishing my strip studying fic

rainbownerds:

nat 20 means Steve gets to choose what gets removed

lettersinthesand:

They both come back with their hair a little messier and the kids collectively decide to pretend they didnt notice

wynnyfryd:

your WHAT???? :loveteeth:

meg:

Later that night when they get to Steve’s house, Steve’s just like, “can you… can you talk like that again… please?”

lettersinthesand:

OH THE ONE WITH THE FLASHCARDS RIGHT

Buff Muggin:

Nat one means the dice are put away and sexy time is over just full stop 😔

meg:

Also, Eddie can growl. Like, literally growl. Eddie breaks that out in bed and Steve almost dies.

Buff Muggin: Dm voice is only one letter off from dom voice I’m JUST saying

kesbird:

yeah! The one where Nancy proposes that Steve try the stripping thing game with Eddie that he tried with her, while Eddie studies for his GED because steve has run out of options on trying to get this oblivious dude to realize he’s been hitting on him for like 2 months

wynnyfryd:

mmmmph, busts out some metal vocal techniques

Gorgeousgreymatter:

...Eddie's dm voice is suspiciously the exact same voice he has after he deep throats Steve and now Steve cannot unknow this he can never drive Dustin to dnd again

rainbownerds:

steve rolls a nat 1 and eddie just stares at it before going "..... forgot to mention you roll with advantage because of uh.... being hot"

Buff Muggin:

YEAH

lettersinthesand:

HNGVDJVD [error]

kesbird:

Image

lettersinthesand:

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Nix [Resident Eddie Kinnie]:

Steve's voice kink knows no bounds

And Eddie is unrelenting

lettersinthesand:

I read that in his voice oh my god

lettersinthesand:

As he SHOULD BE

meg :

Once he learns how much his voice does for Steve, he just rolls with it

Buff Muggin:

Steve rolls 2 nat ones and Eddie is just like “…that’s 1 in 400 odds, what the fuck? Uh… you have… an ability that lets you reroll ones. Go again.”

Nix [Resident Eddie Kinnie]:

LMAOOO

Gorgeousgreymatter:

Steve would be furious lol

lettersinthesand:

Jfjfhdhdgd

wynnyfryd:

aaaand we’re back to that pinned audio in this chat

kesbird:

Has one night where he gets Steve in a blindfold and doesn’t stop talking for the whole night

WHAT PINNED AUDIO

Gorgeousgreymatter:

changed my mind I don't wanna kiss you that bad anymore

Eddie: noooo waaaaait

rainbownerds:

then he rolls a three and eddie grumpily has to put his shirt back on. they're back exactly where they started. "this was hotter in my mind, honestly"

[tubesock86]

summer is winding down and I’m feeling nostalgic

[morganbritton132]

Someone post a Tiktok of Eddie and Steve clearly having their date interrupted by some fans of Eddie’s

Eddie is very obviously trying to be nice. He’s talking to them and taking pictures with them, but he’s also subtly trying to end this interaction. Steve, meanwhile, looks pissed.

The longer this conversation goes on, the more annoyed he looks until he takes a deep breath. He centers himself and then he burst into tears.

His whole body shakes when he sobs, “Eddie, what do you mean you want a divorce?!”

It takes over two hours for the person to post a part two where you can see Steve immediately stop crying when the fans awkwardly shuffle away.

He wipes his face, sticks his fork into their shared dessert and says, “So, anyways.”

Eddie collapses in on himself like a puppet whose strings were cut and whisper-shouts at Steve, “I hate when you do that! I think it’s real every time.”

“Well, I hate when my date is interrupted.”

[steddiealltheway]

Steve has a pre date routine that Robin always helps with which includes a checklist of different things like: hair looks nice, outfit looks nice, condom in wallet (Robin always cringes at this one), breath is good, etc.

But for some reason, Robin can’t be there to help before Steve’s upcoming date, and Eddie happens to be at Family Video when Steve finds out, so he’s practically forced into helping.

Later when Eddie goes to Steve’s and they’re finishing up the check list, Steve looks in the mirror, points at his upper lip, and asks, “Is this too much stubble? Like would this be uncomfortable to kiss?”

Eddie goes, “Let me see?” And they naturally fall into a kiss, and Eddie pulls away and says, “Nah, it feels great. You’re all set.”

And Steve slaps him on the shoulder and says, “Thanks, man.”

After Steve leaves, Eddie’s like “…wait.”

And then literally five minutes later, Steve shows up at his house and asks Eddie, “Can we try that again?”

And after they kiss again, Steve goes to the phone, calls and cancels the date, and immediately goes right back to Eddie.

[sparkle-fiend]

Steve plays D&D 1/2

(next up: Will, Dustin, and Lucas react)

[findafight]

Robin and Steve playing a dnd character together because Steve said the only way he'd play is literally with Robin. They take turns each session for who speaks but always planning together. It's a teenage human, gangly and uncoordinated and a bit of a loner. Everyone sort of lets the "two people playing one character" issue slide, as they want to play a game with their friends.

Robin and Steve have wildly different character voices, and sometimes announce which way they are walking before stumbling in that direction, and also mutter to themself in character. when it's Steve's sessions to talk he flits with the NPCs Eddie plays, but Robin is just a little aggressive to them. The personality changes are kinda weird but everyone is just happy they're playing.

Everything is going well until the big bad of the short campaign they're all playing knocks them into a wall. Not hard, but hard enough they're scrambling and flailing and...splitting in half. By their own description. Immediately they start, with their respective character voices (they are committing to this bit) bickering about whose fault it is. And about what they should do now their cover is blown.

The table is silent.

Robin and Steve have been conning everyone the entire time. They're playing twin halflings, who alternated who sat on each other's shoulders pretending to be a human because they were goofing off the day they joined the party and were too embarrassed by the mix up to correct anyone about it until they had to. Their voices and personality changes are brilliantly embedded as not Robin and Steve not being able to keep consistent, it's because they've been playing different characters. It's brilliant. It's horrible. Everyone fell for it and the reveal essentially pauses play because everyone starts yelling at them.

[loserharrington]

Steve refuses to play DnD with Hellfire not because it’s “not his thing” but because he refuses to play with anyone else as his DM. he’s loyal to Erica and Erica only (he’s terrified of her)

[mrsjellymunson]

Start Something

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Summary: Eddie helps you generate a new D&D character, but that’s not the only thing that gets started that day

WC: ~2.5k

C/W: 18+, MDNI! NSFW? Physical flirting and teasing, heavy petting, sort of in public (nobody notices). Smut-adjacent? Thigh riding. Swearing. Nothing overly explicit, but it does get heated. Eddie and reader are both over 18. Trope: oh no, there aren’t enough seats, where will you sit? No y/n, one pet name. No physical descriptions of reader other than she wears a skirt (of unspecified appearance).

A/N: Should I be working on parts for my outstanding series? Yes. Would this not leave me alone until I wrote it down? Also yes. I had fun creating a new character in a different RPG and I have no idea whether this is how D&D works, so if it’s not, let’s just pretend, okay? 😆 Text dividers by @strangergraphics Dice dividers by me 🫣☺️

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Eddie can’t believe his luck. You’re pretty (gorgeous, actually), insanely intelligent and have, for some as yet indecipherable reason, decided that you want to play D&D. With a load of nerdy teens. And him.

You’ve joined in with a couple of short campaigns at school, seeming to enjoy them immensely and fitting in well with the group, bantering with the boys and bonding with Erica over your shared ‘take no shit’ attitudes. At first Eddie wasn't sure how that dynamic would work, but you slipped easily into letting the younger girl show you the ropes, and Erica is clearly enjoying having more female energy around.

Eddie knows that creating a new character is one of your favourite things to do. He’d never admit it, but it’s one of his favourite things to watch, too. He adores the sparkle in your eyes, your creative brain and how excited and animated you get when you come up with new ideas. Sometimes they’re sketchy, or even impossible, which he finds hugely endearing. He also loves how you’ll always check in with him, asking his advice and respecting his opinion.

This weekend he’s running a oneshot at his trailer for the younger members and you. New characters, novel plot, the works. The plan is to create new characters in the morning, and play the game in the afternoon.

This’ll be the first time you’ve been to his home, or seen him anywhere outside of school, and Eddie’s nervous as all fuck.

He couched it as ‘a good opportunity to develop a greater understanding of the game’, but he definitely has an ulterior motive for inviting you here.

So far, he’s taken every opportunity he can to make you laugh, sit near you, even touch you. Creating scenarios where a subtle hug, or even a playful tickle is somehow appropriate. He covers it quickly by immediately doing it to someone else, hoping you won’t spot the bulge in his pants and the fact that he can’t stop looking at you.

He’s not sure for how long he can keep it up. He wants so much more, and it won’t be long before he either loses it, takes it too far, or, worst case scenario, you notice he’s being a total creep and ditch the group because of it.

He’s been trying to muster the balls to ask you out for weeks, practicing lines and imagining scenarios, but he’s found it more difficult to plan than even the most complex of his campaigns.

And although it’s unlikely given the crowd of nerds that’ll be around, he couldn’t miss an opportunity to be in your company. He thought that maybe, just maybe, he’d manage to get you somewhat alone and do it today.

He’s tidied up the trailer as subtly as he can, doing all the dishes and straightening Wayne’s caps, hoping the others won’t notice and ask him awkward questions. But he’s jittery and anxious, terrified that you’ll take one look at where and how he lives and decide you want nothing more to do with him…

Eddie has no idea that you’re just as nervous as he is.

You’ve enjoyed the Hellfire campaigns so far, but haven’t really managed to get all that close to the Dungeon Master, much to your chagrin. Sure, the game is enormous fun and you love all the members and how welcoming they’ve been. But the DM? Holy hell, he’s hot as sin, and being able to spend time around the larger-than-life metal-lover only adds to your enjoyment of the sessions. But you can’t imagine it’ll ever go any further than that. You doubt that a geeky D&D novice who he’s hardly spoken to is his idea of the perfect girlfriend…

But god, the physical touches? Christ. It’s as much as you can do to hold it together. You’ve shared a few celebratory hugs, and he’s even tickled you a couple of times, all of which you’ve enjoyed far more than you’d let on, and filed away in your memory for retrieval when you’re alone at night in your bed. But you know that he’s like this with everyone, and are under no illusions that you’re special. So you relish each and every contact, wishing there could be more.

What if he looks at you for too long with those gorgeous, huge, chocolate-brown eyes? And what if you forget how to speak? It’s already happened an embarrassing amount of times, but you’ve managed to pass it off as being stumped because you’re a beginner. You don’t know for how much longer that excuse is gonna fly.

And, if all that wasn’t already enough to send your anxiety levels skyrocketing, you’re also acutely aware that you haven't spent time with any of the group outside of school as yet. You’re worried that you’re going to ruin their social dynamic, or mess up the game. Or embarrass yourself with no easy way to exit, having to wallow in your shame until the mums come back later to pick you all up. Your spiralling makes you realise that although it was really kind of Mrs Wheeler to offer you a lift, you’re now really wishing you’d brought your own car…

All kinds of anxious thoughts are running through your mind, from what if your ideas are stupid, to what if everyone (okay, specifically Eddie) dislikes the cookies you’ve baked??

Neither of you should’ve worried.

As you enter his trailer, Eddie seems a little flustered, running a ringed hand through his gorgeous chestnut waves and unnecessarily straightening a pile of magazines on the coffee table. He smooths down his (new) black tee (that he totally didn’t buy especially for this occasion), and you pay it no mind, assuming he’s just always like this with visitors, and is excited for the campaign.

You barely glance around Eddie’s home, smiling softly at the trinkets you spot, and offering to help plate up the snacks in the kitchen area. You don’t look uncomfortable, and you certainly don’t pass judgment. Eddie eyes you as indirectly as he can, noticing the unusual skirt you’ve got on (that you totally totally didn’t choose specifically for today). He likes it.

Just like at school, you slot easily into the melee of pencils, paper, dice and snacks. Everyone loves your home baked cookies, including Eddie, and Erica even badgers you for the recipe.

Eddie thinks you couldn’t be any more perfect.

You think this isn’t so bad after all, and relax a little.

The morning’s character building is going well, the fact that it’s a oneshot not diminishing anyone’s efforts or attention to detail.

You still haven’t quite got the hang of the dice and numbers parts, always asking for Eddie’s help with that. His help, not any of the others, he muses with a certain amount of pride and delight. (Selfishly, part of him secretly hopes you never get the hang of it, and will always need to seek his input.)

With you now added to the group, there aren’t enough seats at Eddie’s modest dining table. Nobody notices. Initially Dustin and Will are deep in a discussion on Eddie’s battered sofa, and Mike and Lucas are rifling through the fridge, both at that ‘hollow legs’ stage of teen development and constantly ravenous.

Your character’s almost done, and you just want to clarify a few things, so you ask across the table,

“Eddie? Can I bring this over for you to check please?”

He waves you over, putting on a fake English accent and saying,

“Of course you may, my dear. You know I’m always happy to assist my flock.”

You chuckle lightly at his endearing foolishness as you get up from your place next to Erica, taking your character sheet over to Eddie for his perusal. Behind you, the younger players all convene at the table to share their progress, and all the seats become filled.

With no free spots near him, and assuming you won’t be here for long, Eddie pats his leg absentmindedly and says, “Sit here, lemme see.”

You end up on his lap, facing sideways at ninety degrees.

You initially turn towards him and bring your sheet between you, but there’s not enough room for him to properly examine it, so you turn the other way and lay it on the table in front of him, turning so your back is to him, your legs straddling one of his knees. He leans forward and begins to check it over, confirming some details and asking for more particulars on others.

Eddie’s been admiring your enthusiasm and level of engagement all morning, and he’s impressed by the depth of information you’ve already managed to accumulate.

You’re absorbed with your new character, getting excited and gesticulating wildly. Ideas bounce easily between you and Eddie, his face smiling softly and his dimples popping as he gets to see you like this.

It doesn’t escape him, however, that you’re also bouncing on… him. He flushes a little, and hopes you don’t perceive it.

As you gesture at a particularly thorny issue on your paper, it dawns on Eddie exactly what parts of you are in contact with him, albeit through multiple layers of fabric. The softness of your thighs and the heat from your core against his leg fully absorb him for a moment, and he has to ask you to repeat yourself. You don’t seem to mind, assuming it was the general clamour in the room that meant he couldn’t hear you. That same clamour covers the sound of him awkwardly clearing his throat and gulping loudly.

It occurs to him that he’s never experienced anything… like this. Occasional hookups in the woods or after gigs at The Hideout are great and everything, but he’s never before felt like he has a literal, real-life angel sitting on his lap.

And you? You are slowly realising how nice Eddie’s lap feels beneath you. It’s warm and solid, and the denim of his dark jeans feels pleasantly rough on the skin of your legs where your skirt’s ridden up. There’s a pressure against your most intimate areas that’s generating a warm feeling of pleasure in your core. You’re trying to concentrate, but it’s not easy.

It takes a few more moments for you to catch up to where Eddie is, and you register that you’re essentially riding Eddie’s thigh each time you move.

Your lips roll inwards and you swallow deeply, closing your eyes for a moment, trying to compose yourself. It doesn’t help, and only serves to focus your attention even more fully on the delicious sensations beneath your legs. This is the closest you’ve ever been to your Dungeon Master, and for the longest time. And you can’t help how flustered it’s making you.

Embarrassed, you cough and go to stand, but quickly see that there’s nowhere for you to go. Eddie scans the room and notices your predicament, and, in a broken voice that’s almost unbearably soft, tells you, “It’s okay, Princess. You can stay here.”

Fuck. A pet name? You enjoyed that, perhaps a little too much. If you were being rational you could put it down to Eddie referencing your new character, who happens to be an aristocratic mage. But right now? Right now, you’re not feeling particularly rational.

You slowly sit back down, but as you do so Eddie shifts his position, causing you to spread your knees a bit wider than they were and land further up his leg, giving you even more contact with his thigh. You hope he didn’t hear the broken little hum that escaped you.

Eddie leans forward and in a voice that’s far too quiet, and far too close to your ear, he asks, “Are you… okay?”

You can barely breathe, and all you can manage in response is a tiny, squeaked, “Mhm.”

Behind you, Eddie takes a stuttering breath in, letting it out slowly before he resumes discussions with everyone else at the table.

You each become more unfettered as the morning progresses. Further not-so-accidental encounters only serve to increase the tension between you both.

At one point, you lean forwards over the table to get one of the manuals, lifting your butt from his leg. For a moment you hope there won’t be a visible wet patch on your skirt, or on his jeans. But then you wonder whether it would actually be so terrible if there was, and whether it would actually be so terrible if Eddie saw…

Eddie saw. He hums slightly, but it sounds more like a whimper, and he attempts to cover it by clearing his throat for the umpteenth time today.

He wonders whether you’re doing this on purpose, whether you have any idea what you’re doing to him.

As you settle back onto his thigh, one of Eddie’s hands travels to your hip, holding it lightly, just resting it there. A fire travels up that entire side of your body.

You wonder whether he’s doing this on purpose, whether he has any idea what he’s doing to you.

He leans forward to reach for something on the table, and this time brushes his chest against your back for far longer than is necessary. You feel his breathing against your neck speeding up, hot gasps coming from between his lips instead of controlled outbreaths through his nose.

You reach for a die, and as you sit back you half-intentionally push your core down onto Eddie’s leg just a little bit harder. God, he feels so good. And so what if you’ve moved backwards slightly, so your thigh is even further between his legs, and your butt nudges his crotch?

You definitely feel something hard pressing against your ass. The grip on your hip tightens, and Eddie dips his head forward to hide his face and stifle a moan. Christ.

You think you hear him mumble a quiet and stilted, “Sh-it.”

Eddie can barely contain himself, this morning not going at all how he could’ve even dreamed. He had no idea whether you even liked him, and was planning to sound you out and maybe manage to ask if you wanted to do something cheesy like grab milkshakes sometime.

Having you hot and wet on his lap wasn’t even on the edges of the outside of the periphery of his radar. He’s really trying to keep it together, but he’s barely maintaining a grip on his actions.

Attempting to focus, he leans forward again to explain a character point. You turn your head and look into his eyes attentively, whilst simultaneously rocking your hips ever so subtly and chewing on the inside of your bottom lip.

All at once, something shifts. Something big.

Eddie holds your gaze for way too long. Or maybe you hold his.

Maybe it doesn’t matter anymore, as you both silently acknowledge that there’s way more going on here than simple D&D advice.

Simultaneously, you both come to realise that your affections are most definitely reciprocated.

Shit, he likes me.

Fuck, she likes me back.

And then, as your eyes are locked and he sees your pupils blow wide, Eddie loses that tenuous grip.

Suddenly, both of his hands come to your hips, and he presses his forehead against one of your shoulder blades. He grips you tightly and moves you back and forth against him, squeezing, pulling, pushing, dragging. He’s keeping his movements as tiny as possible so as not to rouse the attention of the group, but what he lacks in expansiveness he more than makes up for with strength and intensity.

You think this might genuinely be the most erotic thing you’ve ever done with your clothes on. You’re hot and wet, and you barely care that you’re in a room full of people, supposedly playing a nerdy game.

Eddie keeps moving you. One exquisite movement spreads your sopping folds in your underwear, and your mouth drops open in a gasp, hand gripping the edge of the rickety table. You try to disguise your movements by shoving the end of a pencil into your mouth and hunching over your paperwork.

Eddie totally notices, and stills you. His warm palms continue to press against your hips, his strong fingertips digging into your flesh. Instead of continuing the back and forth movements, he pulls you down as hard as he can onto his lap whilst outwardly retaining his composure, turning the garbled sounds coming from his throat into encouraging noises for the group.

The two of you can barely focus anymore. Eddie hasn’t let his hands travel anywhere above the tabletop, lest his actions be seen by the others, but if your expression is even half as flustered as Eddie’s is red, somebody is going to notice something. And soon.

You take a couple of deep, steadying breaths.

You’ve already completed your character, so you decide to do a faux check in with Eddie, asking, not entirely innocently,

“Eddie? Is there anything else you’d want me to… take off?”

Turning, you add, even less subtly,

“What should I do now, Master?”

Eddie’s face screws up and his jaw clenches, and you feel the rock of his hips as he bucks his hips up underneath you, pressing his hardness into your flesh and muffling a grunt into your shoulder.

His head snaps back up suddenly and his voice becomes clear and piercing, as he inhales quickly and declares to the room, waving a hand,

“Okay, lunchtime! Everybody out!! You guys need some fresh air and I need a break. I don’t wanna see you for at least an hour, and you’d better come back with pizza! Goddit?”

The teens comply, bustling out the door, a few of them eye-rolling and grumbling something about how this is almost like being at home with their parents.

They’re still leaving as Eddie moves his face so close to you that you can feel his breath in your hairline, and his soft, pink lips tickle the edge of your ear.

In a low, velvety voice, he murmurs, in a tone that’s somehow both challenging and pleading,

“Please Princess, turn around and say that to my face...”

You smirk, and reach behind you to pick up a D12.

With all the sultriness you can muster, you raise your eyebrows and indicate for him to take it. He opens his hand, and you place it down, the tips of your fingers lightly skimming the hot, damp skin of his palm.

Looking into his eyes again, you’re relieved to discover that your power of speech remains entirely intact, as you murmur, with more confidence than you thought you possessed,

“Okay, Master. How about this? You roll, and the result is how many kisses you have to give me...”

Eddie swallows and almost chokes, sitting up straight and gently lobbing the die across the mess of paper and writing implements. His chocolate eyes don’t leave yours as it rolls and comes to a stop in the centre crease of one of his manuals. He struggles with the internal conflict of never wanting to break your gaze and a deep desire to check the number.

He has no idea where the rest of today, let alone this, is going, and he’s grateful he has at least the next hour in which to find out. But he does know one thing:

He’s never been so desperate to roll a 12 in his entire fucking life.

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[pastel-clown-friends]

Alright yall!

Want art for the low low price of money?

Maybe also help a disabled queer artist see their partner for the first time?

So I have been saving up money for quite a while now, I think about 10 months. My partner is visiting me from Germany for the first time ever in about a month and a half, and I had a pretty sizeable pile of money. I had like $1,500 set aside but then got absolutely smacked by medical bills.

I have hyperthyroidism, and that requires a very expensive pile of medicine and doctor appointments. So I kinda... had to spend all of my savings on that...

So I would really really appreciate your help!

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I do stained glass art! It's a little niche I've carved that I absolutely love to make.

Usually, anywhere around $60-120

There are some of my full body pieces!

Around $40-$60 (multiple characters and backgrounds may add more to the price)

And here are some half body examples!

Around $20-$40 (multiple characters and backgrounds may add more to the price)

Icons and sketch commissions are usually anywhere from $10-$25 but rarely are more than $15.

Rules and Will/Won't Draw under the Cut!

Some basic rules!!

☆-I can only accept payment through Cashapp and PayPal, I do not accept Discord Nitro, Robux, Clippy, or anything like that. I sadly can't pay my bills with that.

☆- My prices are based off of complexity of the piece rather than character count. Icons, sketch commissions, and headshots will be the cheapest and fully shaded fully body will be priced more highly.

☆- While I do offer NSFW art, I will need you to confirm your age in some way, as I WILL NOT draw anything lewd or suggestive for minors.

I will draw:

Fandoms

Ocs

Canon x Ocs

Furries

Animals

Light gore

NSFW (must verify age)

Can replicate the styles of some games and shows

I will/can not draw:

Highly detailed Mecha

Vehicles

Realistic art

Political anything

Hate art of any kind

Heavy gore

Other indie artist's styles

[formosusiniquis]

steddie relationship reveal coming not from the kids walking in on them or accidental pda but because Eddie's combat balance suddenly gets better and they realize it's cause Steve (the better strategist) is helping him with the combat prep. They know it's love cause Eddie threatened to shave Tews and blame it on Dustin the one time he picked up the wrong notebook/no one gets to see Eddie's DnD planning

[cat-cosplay]

Eddie Meowson

[princessdave]

Dustin: who do I see in the tavern?

Eddie: you see in the corner a man with a dumb, pretty face and more hair than smarts: Sir Stefan the Betrayer

Steve: Eddie….

Eddie: Sir Stefan is the most traitorous man in the kingdom, you cannot possibly trust him, he will steal your most treasured possessions

Steve: babe, I said I was sorry about eating the last pop tart

Mike: …I cast fireball at Sir Stefan

[evcn]

@heterosexistly's thoughts put on paper

[morganbritton132]

In the early days of Eddie’s internet career when he was doing absolutely anything to starve off boredom during covid lockdown, he joins this virtual D&D campaign with some other celebrities. It’s live-streamed to raise money for covid relief.

He’s in the middle of the campaign when he hears a very, very flirty, “Wow, is that rockstar, Eddie Munson? I’m your number one fan.”

Eddie’s eyes flicker to someone off camera and then he says with so much regret, “Babe, I’m working.”

You can hear Steve sigh off-screen and the sound of him leaving the room. Then you can hear someone laugh on screen and Eddie mumbles, “Shut up, Jeff.”

[cafecitoeddie]

Eddie Diaz | May Day for @unfortunatehyperfixations 💙