#big dick eddie

[cherryc1nnam0n]

Okay but imagine you seeing Eddie's cock for the first time and you try to run away from it because it's too big and that won't fit 😭🤚

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You both were butt naked, having been making out and taking each other's clothes off, until you got to his boxers and that's when your fight or flight kicked in, jumping off the couch you pointed at it, standing all hard and leaking wayyy past his belly button

"What? What?!" He asked desperately, your face pale like you saw a ghost

"Jesus Christ on a motorbike, why is it so big?!"

"I told you it was big, didn't think it was that big" he saw grabbing his head with his thumb and letting it fall back on his thigh "Oh come on babe, it's not too much"

"Sir, where do you think you're putting that horse?"

"Inside your stable now get over here"

"Nuh uh"

"What do you mean nuh uh?"

"Nuh uh" you started walking away from him, eyeing the monster between his legs

"Where are you going Y/n?"

"Away from your third leg"

"Aye! Come 'ere!"

"No!" You made a run for it to the bedroom but there was nowhere to hide from Eddie's massive schlong

"Babyyyyy~ You can run but you can't hide~" he sang to you coming into the room

Finally catching you he tackled you on the bed, you tried to get away from him but he held your wrists up your head and you couldn't help but giggle and each other's antics, him joining too

"No but really, is that even gonna fit?"

He smiled down at you, a smile you had seen only when he was planning something evil

"I'll make it fit"

A few minutes later, and a sloppy eating out of your pussy, you were getting your guts rearranged by Eddie's 9 incher deep inside you, he was true to his word and did make it fit

He had you literally molten into the mattress as he pounded into you, your legs jelly around his shoulders, having you on a mean mating press, all his strength going to his hips to make sure he could fuck your very brains out

"S-slow... D-down aaah" you begged but Eddie was gone in your pussy and how it squelched around his horse cock

You couldn't walk for the next week or so...

[eddiethehunted]

i LOVE fics where eddie’s like “i’m a virgin… nobody wants to fuck me EVER… i’m a bitchless loser… never even had my first kiss… woe is me😔” and steve, vibrating with poorly restrained lust, is like “so i have this crazy idea”

[morganbritton132]

Want to make a minor adjustment to my Steve With Much Older Siblings post from yesterday. I think it’d be a much more interesting dynamic if he’s actually their half sibling from an affair.

Their father had an affair with his secretary and then married her when she got pregnant. It broke up their family and they blamed Steve for it for years.

When they stayed over for their weekend with Dad, they were either outright cruel to him or pretended he didn’t exist. When they were old enough to stop coming over, they did. It’s only after growing up and maturing that (most of) his siblings were able to acknowledge that Steve was never at fault for their family breaking up.

They tried to mend their relationship with him, especially after realizing how absent his parents are, but by then Steve was old enough to build up his own resentment. It’s an uphill battle.

It’s a lot of actually coming around for holidays and a lot of teasing when they do. It’s actually picking the phone when the hospital calls, something that’s happening with increasing frequency.

Steve has never asked any of them for anything until one day, he shows up on Richie’s front porch smelling like death and gasoline. He’s got blood drying all over him and is visibly shaking, and Richie thinks that he’s been hurt in the earthquake but Steve barely acknowledges the concern, “I need you to represent my friend.”

“What?”

“You’re the only lawyer I know, and -“ Steve takes a big shuttering breath. “They’ll kill him, Rich. He never hurt anybody but no one will listen. They’ll lock him up and it won’t be fair, and Dustin can’t… I never ask you for anything but. But I need…”

“Eddie Munson?” He asks incredulous. “You’re friends with Eddie Munson?”

[plistommy]

Steve takes Eddie’s virginity by riding the older boy after a long session of smoking and drinking inside the metalheads cramped van.

He’d praise Eddie on how good he’s making him feel, how big his dick is and how he’s so pretty under him that it makes Eddie moan loudly, strong hands roaming and squeezing the fat of Steve’s ass as he begs to fuck Steve harder.

”I need to fuck you, Steve- please, sweetheart-”

Steve would kiss him, sloppy and wet as he whines into Eddie’s mouth when the dick inside him hits just right.

When he pulls back, breathless, he picks up the pace and finally lets Eddie buck up to meet his thrusts.

Eddie would just look up at Steve, brown eyes wide and realize he’s so in love with the gorgeous boy on top of him and he never wants to let go. Never.

[formosusiniquis]

y'know like barbie

ao3

It's Erica who gives him the idea, incidentally. Though she carries herself with a maturity that far surpasses the boys most days and though she's been through multiple life altering events, she does continue to only be eleven. Which is, it turns out, prime babysitting age.

The Sinclairs are going out of town overnight, it's their anniversary -- 18 blissful years, since our marriage can vote we thought we deserved a night away -- and they don't want Erica to spend the night home alone.

Enter Steve, who the Sinclairs trust with their children and who is inexplicably the only person Erica would accept staying the night with her. Steve honestly didn't believe it even as Mrs. Sinclair was saying it. But he smiles and nods, looks over the emergency numbers on the fridge when they're pointed to, nods at the money on the counter for food that he probably won't take, and waves as they walk out the door promising that he and Erica will be fine for the night and not to worry.

It's only when their car is out of the driveway and the door is shut that Steve realizes he isn't really a babysitter. He is a keep children alive while in a dangerous situation and when the situation is over drive them around because you feel bad that their childhoods have been marred by trauma-er which doesn't have quite the same ring as babysitter, and it's a lot harder to say with that rude tone the boys have been favoring. He also realizes that he's never actually dealt with children, or not girl children. The boys had all been older than Erica, when he had started keeping them alive. Max was definitely basically a teenager when he started really dealing with her; and she was usually okay to do what the boys wanted to do, like go to the arcade. Hopper didn't really trust him with El and that was fine, he wasn't sure he trusted himself with El either.

It put him in an awkward spot now though. Staring at Erica in her kitchen, a little afraid to ask the question on the front of his mind which was "What now?"

So he asks the second question on his mind, "What do you want to do that isn't eat ice cream all night?"

Say what you will about Steve Harrington, and a lot has been said, but he always keeps his promises and he always brings a pint of ice-cream for Erica to have when he comes over to the Sinclair house. Tonight he brought three, all different weird flavors he thought she'd like to try.

"Why can't I eat ice cream all night?" She says it with a challenge in her eyes, but he'd bet dollars to donuts that she's just doing it to make him sweat. "Because I've seen you eat ice cream, we've only got enough for two hours at most." His hand migrates as if of its own mind to his hip. "You need more than two people for Dungeons and Dragons, right?"

Her brows raise, for the first time since he's met her Erica Sinclair is stunned silent. Maybe she's just surprised he got the name right.

It lasts about as long as it takes him to notice it. "You'd play Dungeons and Dragons with me?" There's something fragile in the way she asks, and there is the eleven year old girl she's meant to be. 

"Sure, you'd have to show me how, but if that's what you want to do I'm game."

Eyes narrowed in a distinctly intimidating way he kind of thinks she stole from Nancy, he does his best to make his sincerity clear on his face. "We need more than two people, but I've got something else we can do if you think your fragile manhood can take it."

He's got a retort at the tip of his tongue about just what his manhood can take and remembers just in time that yeah probably shouldn't make a joke like that in front of an actual child. "My pride isn't that delicate, I think I can handle anything you dish out."

"Famous last words."

He follows her to her bedroom, waiting outside the doorway to let her space stay private until he's told to come in. A clear plastic tub slides out from under her bed, out of sight but easily accessible and when the lid pops off he gets why. Rows of Barbies stacked neatly on top of each other, a mass grave for childhood. Steve has a stuffed bear, fur rubbed off of one ear, tucked up on the shelf of his closet that also got put away sooner than he would have chosen to, when it was too babyish.

“Alright, so who is the, like, elven warrior.”

“That’s not how you play Barbies.”

It’s snapped so fast that he thinks it embarasses her. He tactfully avoids eye contact, pulling out a doll with blonde hair snipped into a professional, if uneven, bob and a green skirt set. She's missing a shoe. “Then how do I play Barbies?”

“That one just won the Nobel Peace Prize, she solved world hunger, but she has plans to kill the Barbie who won the prize in Physics because she stole Barbie One’s research and gave it to NASA claiming it was her own.”

“Right, of course.” This was the kind of shit that happened on Dallas, only Barbie had a lot more awards. “And they’re all called Barbie?”

“Except for Ken, but Ken doesn’t do anything.”

“Well if Barbie just won the Peace Prize wouldn’t she use Ken to kill Barbie so she doesn’t get caught.”

Erica manages a look that is both condescending and considerate. “Barbie can do anything, including get away with murder; but she wouldn’t want to dirty her hands with that sort of thing.”

“And if Ken goes to jail it’s no loss.”

“Right.”

-

So maybe it's more accurate to say that Dustin actually starts it.

Dustin with the shittiest attitude this side of the Ohio, something Robin blames him for.

“Like father, like son.”

“Dustin doesn’t even know his dad.”

“I mean you and Eddie, dingus.”

“I am not that kid's dad. A brotherly figure at best, strong male role model more likely.”

“He’s a bitch because you are, Steve. Maybe if your and Eddie’s love language wasn’t being as bitchy as possible it wouldn’t have rubbed off on your kid.”

“Please don’t put Dustin and rubbing off in the same paragraph let alone the same thought wave.”

Dustin comes sprinting into Family Video on a Tuesday afternoon. “Steve! I need your car.”

“Did you learn how to drive when I wasn’t paying attention?”

“Obviously, I meant I need you too.” His hands are on his hips, eyes rolled. Shit maybe he did get it from Steve. “There’s this theoretical physicist coming to Notre Dame to give a talk on the Multiverse Theory.”

Steve was allowing himself a second to consider whether this was worth it, for once, instead of just blindly agreeing to drive Dustin wherever. The drive sucked ass, but it would put him close enough to Chicago that he could try to find a music store that would carry albums from the international metal bands Eddie couldn’t stop talking about.

It was a second too long for Dustin. “Steve, a theoretical physicist-”

See Steve had this suspicion that the kids did actually think he was an idiot. He was pretty sure that none of them, hell maybe none of Hellfire, save for Lucas realized that every athlete in the school had to keep up at least a 2.5 GPA. Which might not have been anything to write home about but Steve kept a 3.2 for most of high school, until the multiple concussions started to catch up with him. He wasn’t stupid, was the point and even if they didn’t think he was an idiot in a mean way he was a little sick of the shit.

“I know, like Barbie.”

That shuts Dustin up real quick.

“N- no, not like Barbie! Barbie is some girl's toy.”

“Excuse me?” Robin, who told Steve that she would not help him parent his children on work days or any other day ending in y had remembered that Martes doesn’t have one and her shift was almost over. “What does that mean, exactly, a girl’s toy?”

“And,” Steve adds, because he can and because Eddie made him drive him to fucking Bloomington because he was fixated on time travel and needed access to some science journal that only existed at Indiana U apparently, “Barbie is on a research team looking for the Higgs particle so she can start figuring out time travel.”

The bell chiming as Dustin leaves has never sounded sweeter.

He’ll definitely end up taking the twerp to stupid Notre Dame.

-

The thing is that Steve thinks he’s never really stopped being a bitch.

He doesn’t want to stop. He likes being bitchy. It’s fun, when you’re doing it with people you like it’s pretty funny, and honestly he’s kinda like Spiderman. With great power comes great responsibility, he’s only bitchy responsibly now.

And it’s actually perfectly responsible as an older brother type babysitter figure to correct the behavior of the younger siblings by being bitchy. If they don’t learn at home they’ll go out in the world thinking that kind of behavior is acceptable, see Steve Harrington in his early high school days who talked to people like his father did.

So when Mike interrupts El with, “I’m not going to ask Steve, he probably doesn’t even know what a Pulitzer is either.”

He says, “Oh, yeah like Barbie won. Or Nancy will someday, probably. It’s a journalism award, Wheeler.”

And when Lucas corrects, “I don’t actually think you can win an award for comics. It’s still really great though, Will!”

“Barbie won the Kirby Award in 1985 for best artist, I’m sure Will is soon to follow.”

Or when Nancy tells Holly, “Are you sure you wouldn’t want to be something important instead?”

“You could be an actress and do something cool like go to space if you want, Hols, like Barbie.” And maybe he says it with a little more bitch than he should that time, but he’s seen the ballerinas in Nancy’s room, she didn’t always want to be an investigative journalist.

It gets to be second nature. When someone starts being shitty about something or to lighten the mood.

Erica doubts whether she should run for student council. It's her first step to being actual president, like Barbie.

Dustin makes a crack about Steve's possible future prospects when he butts in on a conversation between Steve and Robin. "I could do all three, I could be a counselor and a hair stylist and an engineer. Maybe I'll add EMT too, Barbie wouldn't stop at three, why should I?"

Or when Mike sneers at him, "What are you a cop?" All because Steve told him not to buy weed now that Eddie had stopped dealing.

"Ew, no, because you look like a fresh-faced little narc trying to be cool and you're gonna get ripped off."

"What so not like Barbie?"

"The Barbie world has achieved equality at a level that it doesn't need the cops." Eddie sometimes has to get high after a run in with Powell or Calahan who he still doesn't really trust after the spring. Steve has been treated to many a lecture on why the police were a waste of resources.

He lets Mike sit with that for a minute before he adds, "Like Barbie, I am very cool and know what it looks like when I'm being taken for a ride. If you're gonna get pot from someone other than Eddie, ask Hop where he used to get all of his shit."

It doesn't feel stupid, until El comes running into the cabin one afternoon that Steve has decided to join the rebuilding effort. It’s actually just him and Hop, who has started trying to quietly parent him, something he’s not entirely convinced isn’t revenge for telling Wheeler that Hop has smoked pot before. Steve is pretty sure El was crying when she came in, something he bumps up to a certainty when he sees how awkward Hop looks right now.

“You mind taking that kid? It’s been a long time since high school.” he rubs the back of his neck, Steve does appreciate that he has the decency to feel weird about asking. “If it’s anything outside of big brother shit I can take over.”

He does let himself get suckered by that big brother line.

El is facedown on her bed in a clear ‘leave me alone I’m crying’ pose but he figures he’s already here it’s not like he can turn around and tell Hop that he was too afraid to approach a crying teenage girl. Like that wasn’t the whole reason he’d been sent in the first place. “Hey Ellie, can I come in?”

She sits up, tear tracks plain on her face but no more are falling, and nods in that endearing, aggressively certain way she’s got. “Is everything okay?” He pauses and asks, “Was it Mike?” because he knows that’ll be the first thing Hopper asks when Steve comes back out.

“You are worse than Dad.”

“That stings, Ellie Bell.”

She takes a deep breath, steeling an already impressive will, “Lucas says it is okay to just want to be happy right now, but all they talk about is what they are going to do. Dustin is talking about going to admission early, Will talks about talking to Dad and Joyce about art school, Lucas worries about his sports and scholarships, and Mike talks about classes that count twice. I do not know what I want to be. I do not know why I have to be anything.”

“You guys have been through a lot. I don’t think anyone would blame you for taking time to just be a kid.”

“What if I never want to be something? What if I do not ever want to go to college?”

He’s made his way over to the bed with her, sits tentatively on the edge like he’s seen Joyce do before. “Then you don’t. You’ll probably have to get a job at some point, but that doesn’t have to be what you are. Lucas isn’t a landscaper just because he mows lawns in the summer.”

“You don’t think Dad would be upset?” she asks.

“I don’t think there’s anything you could do that would really make Hop mad. And you might change your mind. I've been out of school for almost two years and I’m only thinking about college now. Or you could go to college and change your mind about what you want to be. You could be a hundred things, you could be anything! Like Barbie.”

He feels like an idiot almost immediately. A jerk quickly after that. He’s made El’s genuine crisis part of his stupid running joke. But something settles in the room. The underlying tension, the thing that had the hair on the back of his neck raised. He realizes, now, that her powers had probably also been on edge.

"Like Barbie." She says it with a graven seriousness, like Steve's dumb little joke is a mantra now.

"Yeah, and you're a sophomore you don't have to have your whole life figured out right now. And don't take life advice from Henderson anyway, he thought it was a good idea to raise an Upside Down slug as a pet."

He mostly just used it to be a bitch though. Because it was fun. No, it was what he was good at. So good at it he didn't even have to try.

Because Steve had a plan to be bitchy. Specifically to Mike Wheeler who kept flirting with Steve’s boyfriend while taking advantage of his hospitality. Sure it was at their stupid Dungeons and Dragons game, and yeah Steve was the one who said they could host the game at his house now that Eddie had graduated. Yes, he knew Eddie didn't mean anything by it when he responded and usually didn't flirt back with the kids. But it was still the kind of behavior that had to be gently corrected, for Mike's sake because if he didn't stop things were going to get drastic.

His initial plan is already in action. He encouraged El to come along to watch the Party play. It was, admittedly, a half hearted plan. Wheeler got so awkward anytime El was around he mostly just hoped that would keep him from trying anything.

It isn't. Eddie starts to describe a new character, "Blonde and statuesque, she has a long bow in hand and delicate elven features."

And even though El is sitting a few feet from him Mike perks up the way he always does when there's a new NPC to flirt with. He is going to have to have a talk with Eddie about letting the kid try out a bard.

He does at least have one other tool in his belt. "Oh, like Barbie."

Steve knew what he'd get as he said it. A groan from Dustin, who falls for this as being sincere about as often as he falls for the dumb-dumbs and dipshits line -- which is everytime for the record. Will and Lucas keep their laughs small, enough that they're covered by Erica's snort. The original Hellfire crew mostly looks confused, it's becoming less and less their default as they warm up to the Steve he is rather than the Steve they thought they remembered; but he likes to keep them on their toes.

Eddie is charmed. He can tell. Sees him duck his head behind his screen and his binders, trying to preserve the stern and scary dungeon master image. That apparently isn't possible if you're smiling like an idiot at your stupid boyfriend, so he's been told.

And Mike has maybe been on the wrong end of the joke a few more times than everyone else. He turns an interesting shade of red, two parts anger and one part embarrassed is Steve's guess. The foot stomp is unexpected, but he expects its been passed down the Wheeler line as a shared signal of outrage. "Not like Barbie, this isn't some stupid kids game. She's probably a hot, wisened archer ready to reward us for helping her village, not some stupid doll that you're obsessed with."

Eddie's blank face with the twitchy eyes has fallen into place when he sits back up from behind his screen. His things aren't going according to plan, panicked face. "I think that's a good place to end things this week. Wheeler, Henderson, Jeff, and Lady Applejack you've all cleared enough experience to level right? Do that before next week."

Steve knows enough to keep his mouth shut while everyone packs up to leave. Sends a small smile to Erica on her way out to the family minivan, he knows she struggles a little being the youngest at the table even if she won't say it. He has to imagine that the outburst had stung a bit.

"You gotta be nicer to little Wheeler." Eddie chides once everyone is gone, halfhearted at best when he's telling Steve off into the soft skin of his neck. When he feels the admonishment more than hears it.

"I'm not mean to Mike." He says on instinct, he does try not to be. "And he started it."

"Definitely think you started the Barbie thing, Sweetheart."

And well, yeah. "I Barbie all the kids equally."

Eddie hmms Steve can feel the vibration of it through his back and on his neck. Eddie is about to start something he better plan on finishing. "He asked Hop where he should get weed."

Oh. "I didn't think he'd actually do it!" And then, "Is that why he keeps flirting with you, revenge?"

"No, he's got a bunch of misplaced jealousy because Will and the girls think you're hot." He toys with the edge of Steve's shirt as he says it. Perpetually cold fingers brushing the clothes warmed skin beneath making him shiver.

"The girls don't think I'm hot."

He hums again, nips at the blush red skin at Steve's neck. "El used to, Max definitely has a taste for jock.

"That's not my fault, you let Mike play a bard." He wishes he didn't sound so desperate.

"Wanted to leave the Paladin spot open for you, baby."

"I'm starting to feel convinced, we could go upstairs and you could show me your character sheet."

The things he'll say to get laid.

"Don't think I can do that Stevie, smooth as a Ken doll down there. Could show you the actual character sheet though." 

His back is cold as Eddie pulls away, smirking unrepentant as he lets Steve have the tiniest taste of his own medicine.

"Barbie has a very active sex life, actually." He's never been one not to double down. "Let me show you the fun we can have without getting your dick out."

-

He does leave it alone for a little while, even though he really, really doesn't want to. But despite what his friends, his fifth grade report card, and his mom might think; Steve is capable of keeping a hold of his worst impulses when he wants to.

So he lets opportunity pass him by.

He makes no comment about Barbie when Eddie talks about how John Carpenter is a film auteur. Not even when Dustin tries to define auteur for him. Incorrectly, but Robin comes to Steve's defense.

Barbie goes unmentioned, barely when an argument breaks out about Nobel prize winners, of all things. He thinks the kids argue more now than they ever have like it's the only way they have to get their bloodlust out now that the Upside Down was closed. He was quickly boxed out of the conversation, even if Erica kept sending him little glances over everyone's heads. (She'd let him have Peace Prize Barbie a couple weeks ago and maybe he was a little obsessed.)

Holly wants to be a vet now, a singing vet who is also on TV, but mostly a vet. She tells him all about it while he waits for Mike to find his shoes? Definitely not his quarters for the arcade, the day any of them bring those is the day Steve brings the nail bat back out. He’s one impulse purchase away from getting one of those little coin dispenser belts that the employees have -- Gareth just quit, maybe he still had his? Mike's frown is a little less general annoyance at Steve and a little more confusion when he's finally ready to leave and Barbie has gone unmentioned.

He almost breaks again when Eddie starts talking about sports. Or he starts talking about NASCAR which is close enough for Eddie, he has a surprising taste for racing for someone who never wanted to put his van on the starting line at parties. A woman led a Busch Series race for the first time, what a year '86. He's got no opinion on Barbie's ability to drive at all.

He could let a joke go. He could be nice. It wasn't so out of character that it needed this kind of attention.

-

Mike has forgiven him by the time the next session rolls around. Delayed two weeks after Eddie screamed so loud on stage that he couldn't speak for two days, and then again for Jeff's emergency appendectomy. Eddie has stopped leaving pointed gaps in conversation for Steve to fill with mention of Barbie, he has had his thinking face on instead which is good for Steve about as often as it isn't.

He leaves it alone. A little bit of non-life threatening surprise is good for the soul, or something. Listen, he’s made it this far by only asking questions when shit is about to get really, really bad and Eddie’s thinking face has only resulted in something bad once or twice -- and they probably should have spent more than a couple minutes negotiating that particular kink anyway.

When the kids start showing up and nothing has come from the thinking face, he assumes it was just for them anyway. He settles in to see whatever shit Eddie is going to do.

"From the ditch you pull a human man, a paladin. His plate is dirtied by his time on the ground but clearly gleams in its typical state. He's handsome, a square jaw and fluffy brown hair-"

"Ugh is this Steve? You already made us do a quest for him," Mike complains, maybe he hasn’t completely forgiven Steve for that last interruption.

Steve has, by his own count been the inspiration for at least three NPCs for this campaign: a white light faction rogue, Sol, that the party had to rescue from the dungeons of the nightmare King after he was caught sneaking into the bedrooms of the prince -- like it was Steve's fault that Wayne had super hearing; a young fighter from the gladiatorial combat ring who helped the party rescue a group of kidnapped children that were going to be used as bait in the next round of fights; and the most obvious Prince Stefan who sent the party on a quest to kill his betrothed a Duke called Thomas the Boarish and rescue his knight Rowen and beloved Bard Edwin -- it's not like he could unkiss Tommy, and he could be a dick but boarish was dramatic. 

He was not this paladin, assuming Eddie was telling the truth about saving the Paladin he'd made for Steve.

"Cut the out of character chatter, Michael, before it starts counting in game. The Paladin before you is handsome in a bland, approachable, non-threatening way," Mike opens his mouth again, how is that not like Steve surely perched at the edge of his tongue and stopped in its tracks by elbows from Erica and Joey. "He introduces himself to his rescuer, Will the Wise, 'Thank you, kind sir, I would have been down there for ages before my lady noticed my absence. I am Sir Kenneth.'"

"What deity does he serve?" Will asks, something suspicious drawing across his face.

"Is there a holy symbol on his armor?" Gareth follows up. Gareth has been backing a lot of Will's plays lately, Steve thinks something might be going on there but he hasn't wanted to deal with Eddie teasing him for being a meddling matchmaker, again.

"There is no identifiable holy symbol on his clothes or armor." Eddie says, there's a mischief in his eyes, the way he tilts his head with quiet challenge and smiles.

"What God do you serve?" Erica asks, blunt and to the point. She gets cranky when her rogue doesn't have anything to stab.

"'The Lady in Pink,' he answers."

Any time Eddie reveals lore shit there's always a bunch of people talking over top of each other. It always turns into the kind of mass blob of shouting that Steve has a hard time parsing out, especially these days. Eddie somehow manages to distinguish not only people but the things they're saying and keeps his cool enough to keep the story going.

"Roll your insight, Gareth. Jeff, with a 15 history check, you have heard some whisperings from your homeland about a newly ascended goddess but not a name. Dustin, you're not getting shit with a 5 don't even try that but my back story says shit with me. Will, pretty sure that's a cleric spell but I'll let you have it he's a Neutral Good alignment. An 18, shit, yeah Garebear he does seem to be telling the truth that is the deity he follows; but that isn't the whole truth, you know a lot of the newer pantheon have a colloquial name and a true name."

"I'm sorry," Lucas says, "we aren't familiar with your lady. What can you tell us about her? Why would she leave you there? And that's a 14 on persuasion before you even ask."

"Why would I have asked that, Sinclair the elder? He has stars in his eyes when he speaks, 'before she ascended she was already limitless. A powerful warrior, an expert marksman, a mage beyond compare. Her power grew and grew until the only place left to explore was godhood.'"

"And what's her real name, if we wanted to spread the word?" Joey asks.

"'Oh she's everything. She's the lady in pink, she's the goddess with the golden mane, but before she ascended she favored one name I assume she has kept it.'"

"What is it?" Mike asks, perched at the edge of his seat.

"Oh no," Dustin whispers, a dawning horror on his face.

"'Barbara, though she preferred it shortened. Nicknames you call them," Steve sees the joke, knows where this is going a split second before reality breaks through the haze of fantasy for the players around the table. Eddie's smirking now, smile too pleased and too attractive. "'Y'know like Barbie?'"

[gothamite-rambler]

The Cartoon Bandit strikes again!

Batman and team stared at a giant pile of potatoes in the middle of Gotham City on a street corner close to where the giant pancake appeared. Stacked perfectly in the spot, Batman wasn't sure what to say because it was so odd.

Batman: It's just potatoes. Why potatos?

Robin (mischievous smile): Think they were left to be peeled?

Red Hood (joking as well): That'd be ten zillion to peel.

Batman (instant regret): I mean that's — Oh no.

Nightwing stood closet to the pile, looked back at it and threw up his hands before Batman could stop him.

Nightwing (eager shouting): Fruit of the Earth!

Batman groaned with a frown, holding his head down like the disappointed father he was. Batwoman patted him on the shoulder shaking her head with a smile. Spoiler walked close to the pile and giggled.

Spoiler: That was the Irish people's reaction when being introduced to the potato.

Batman glared at the young woman while everyone started to laugh. Batman threw up his hands and walked back to the Batmobile.

Batman (feeling old): After my time, cartoons got dumber. I'm too old for all of this you guys handle this!

Nightwing (teasing): That's probably for the best. You look like you're about to become the next Arkham patient!

[warpedpuppeteer]

Oh I just know Buck fucks nasty and rough when he's feeling possessive and has Eddie speaking in tongues while he shows Eddie what exactly the firehose was famous for.

[spectrum-spectre]

alpha eddie seeing omega steve's massive dick and deciding then and there that he wants to bottom

[nicolegendary]

it BARELY works as a house hunting pun even if you really squint

[thorniest-rose]

Steve would be so pissed/bitchy about it too. Like how DARE this little trash virgin have an absolute monster in his jeans 🙄🙄🙄 he’s still hopping on it tho he’s just gotta be a cunt about it first

OH MY GOD HE WOULD 🤭🤭🤭 love the idea of Steve being so catty and cunty about Eddie having a bigger dick than him, all the while stretching himself out on four fingers every night so he can prep his body to take it for when he finally invites Eddie over, pushes him down onto his couch and says he's going to take his virginity.

[plistommy]

Steve couldn’t stop thinking about Eddie’s big dick.

When he got the chance to get a taste of it for the first time after a long night full of tension, he couldn’t help the way he had fallen to his knees and gagged on it with the knowledge of never even sucking a dick before.

But he had done it. He had done it for Eddie and for his enormous fucking dick that kept making Steve’s mouth water whenever he saw it, hard or soft.

They had fooled around a lot after that night. They had tried frottage and some really nice stuff too, but Steve had an itch at the back of his mind that he couldn’t ignore.

He wasn’t inexperienced on sex. He has had plenty of partners, tried plenty of things, but… not with men.

Eddie was his first.

Steve knew how men had sex together. He wasn’t a stranger on the topic. He had read about it. Shit, even seen porn of it with Tommy when he was younger, so he knew how things happened.

That’s one of the reasons he couldn’t help but to imagine a scenario of Eddie just, stretching him open with his dick as he’d fuck Steve so fucking full that his hole would be dripping of Eddie’s cum once he’d pull out.

All of that made Steve feel so horny. Just even thinking about Eddie and his pretty cock.

And that’s how he ended up here, Eddie laid between his legs as Steve jerked him off, a heavy weight on his hand while Eddie moaned into his mouth.

”You feel so good” Eddie moaned as he kissed Steve’s cheek, thumbs pressing down into the meat of his legs as he squeezed his hips tightly, ”gonna make me cum.”

Steve whined, but stopped his hand. It made Eddie groan, but he turned his gaze to Steve’s eyes with a soft look.

”You ’kay?”

”Yeah! I’m… fine. I just- I have something I wanna try out…?” Steve said, bit nervous as he bit his bottom lip. He wanted to kick himself a little, but he couldn’t help how his charm slipped when Eddie looked at him with his dark and hungry eyes. The type of eyes that if he could, he’d eat Steve whole.

”Tell me, sweetheart.” Eddie dropped his voice lower and the way it made Steve want to whine should’ve been embarrassing, but it wasn’t. He would cry and beg for this man to do whatever he wanted for him and it wouldn’t make Steve feel like a less of a man.

”I have been thinking about you uh- you fucking me.” Steve confessed, his hand that was still wrapped around Eddie’s dick slowly moving which made Eddie groan.

”Shit,” Eddie moaned ”Yeah? How long?”

”’How long’ what?”

Steve let out a small moan as Eddie leaned closer to his ear ”How long have you been thinking about me fucking you, Steve?”

Oh, Eddie was mean. And Steve fucking loved it.

”Ever since I saw your dick.”

Eddie laughed a little, but not in a mean way. More like he was taken back, surprised, delighted and he couldn’t help but to kiss Steve’s neck.

”What was it about my dick?”

”Eddie, c’mon-”

”No, no, Steve. I wanna hear it. What was so special about my dick that it made Steeeeeeve Harrington so impressed that he wants to be fucked?”

Steve gave tight squeeze to Eddie’s dick, making the older boy hiss on top of him, but the fucker was still grinning down at Steve’s small pout.

”Well?”

”It’s huge, okay?” Steve whined out ”, I can’t stop thinking about it or staring at it! And I really wanna feel it inside me, Eddie. Like really badly! That’s the reason, so please babe, can we-”

Eddie kissed him quickly but deeply, swallowing Steve’s surprised moan and soon his hand was pushed away and Eddie was holding his legs up, moving them to rest on his shoulders.

Before Eddie could ask for lube, Steve nodded his head towards his bedside table and his boyfriend grinned as he found it.

”Half empty?”

”…Been practicing. In case you haven’t noticed the size of that thing.”

Eddie laughed and it made Steve snort a little too, but then cold liquid hit his hole and a finger was massaging it softly, before slowly pushing in. Steve let out a satisfied moan as he gripped onto Eddie’s forearm.

”You can add more.”

”You sure? I think we should take it slow-”

”Eddie, I fingered myself before you came here” Steve looked up at Eddie who had a puzzled look on his face ”, I think I can take more.”

”Holy shit, Steve, you’re…” Eddie kept moaning praises before adding a second and a third finger soon after, pushing knuckles deep inside Steve’s tight heat as he prepped the younger boy open.

Steve moaned, hands holding onto Eddie’s long hair as he was fingered. God, it felt amazing when Eddie was doing it for him. Way better when he did it on his own.

”I’m ready, babe, please-”

”Yeah…” Eddie kissed him, but pulled his fingers out of him. He made out with Steve while putting on a condom on his cock and lubed it before he lined himself up with Steve’s hole and fed his cock slowly into him.

Steve couldn’t breathe.

His voice got caught on a half-scream-half-moan and he held onto Eddie’s shoulders tightly as he felt every inch of his cock filling him up. He was pretty sure he could feel it all the way up in his throat.

”Edd- Eddie- Ah!” Steve let out a high-pitched cry, mouth gaping open as Eddie just kept going.

”Holy shit, holy shit, Steve. You’re so tight, you feel so amazing around me, shit, are you o-okay?”

Steve nodded, making Eddie whine as he held their forehead togethers. He gave Steve’s nose a small kiss as they both breathed loudly.

When Eddie finally bottomed inside, they both stilled and held onto each other. It was overwhelming for both of them and Steve was pretty sure he was shaking, but he wasn’t in pain. He was so incredibly full and he loved the feeling so fucking much.

”You’re so b-big. So thick, Eds, oh my god-”

Eddie whined on top of him, trying to keep his hips still, but the praise made him buck up a little and they both moaned in union.

”S-sorry!”

”It’s okay. You c-can move.”

”Are you sure, baby?” Eddie sounded so breathless.

Steve leaned up to kiss Eddie ”, Yes.”

That’s all it took.

Eddie took a hold of Steve’s legs, giving his knee a kiss before he pulled out and pushed right back in, making Steve moan like he never has.

Every drag of Eddie’s cock inside him was addicting to him. He never knew he would love this so much, but when Eddie’s dick hit that spot inside him, his prostate and how it made Steve’s toes curl and back arch from the bed, he knew he would never want to let go of this feeling.

”You’re so perfect,” Eddie moaned as he watched Steve, big eyes full of desire when he realized how much pleasure he’s giving to Steve.

Eddie kept holding onto him, but dropped Steve’s legs from his shoulders and laid them down onto the bed softly without slowing down his movements.

Steve took that as a cue to wrap his legs around Eddie’s waist instead, pulling in the other closer. Eddie kissed him and Steve kissed back, both of them melting into the kiss.

Steve pulled back, voice hoarse and needy ”Harder, please. Need you-”

”Sweetheart…” Eddie moaned before picking up the pace. Steve held onto his shoulders, loving the obscene sounds of Eddie’s hips meeting his ass. The wet noise of his dick sliding in and out Steve’s hole, fitting in there like a glove.

When Eddie rammed into him with two rough thrusts and a hand on Steve’s cock, Steve came loudly suddenly between their sweaty bodies.

He kept moaning as Eddie fucked him through the aftershock, the older boy chasing for his own release as he picked up the pace.

”Gonna- gonna come.” Eddie whined and Steve clenched tight around him.

When Eddie came with a loud groan, Steve was right. His load was fucking huge and he was a little disappointed he couldn’t feel it dripping down from his hole, but at least he got to see it inside the used condom when Eddie threw it to the nearest trash.

”You really think it’s that big?” Eddie asked once they were both fresh out from the shower and laying on his bed with soft music playing from the radio.

Steve groaned and threw a pillow at Eddie ”, Shut up!”

”Nah, dude!” Eddie cackled ”, Now it’s not the time to start acting shy mister ’Oh, it’s so big, Eddie!’”

Steve rolled his eyes and let out a dramatic sigh, but scooted closer to lay under Eddie’s arm when the other opened his arms for him.

Eddie gave him a small kiss and Steve melted, accepting his defeat. Not that there was even a battle to fight for.

”Yes.” Steve bit his bottom lip ”, I have never seen anyone else with a dick like yours and if I had known you were hiding that monster under there earlier I’d-”

”You’d what?” Eddie grinned. He loved challenging Steve.

”Doesn’t matter.”

”Aw, don’t be like that!” Eddie complained before tickling Steve and it made Steve laugh loudly as he struggled to get away.

They messed around for a while before Eddie finally let Steve go and promised not to tickle him anymore after Steve threatened him with no kisses.

That always worked.

[allyricas]

Steve making the most pining, sad boy mixtape that he listens to on repeat. It's about his friend Eddie.

Eddie who is clueless about Steve's pining. Eddie who is the most tactile person he's ever met. So he's always slinging an arm around Steve or leaning on his shoulder during movie night. He'll run and jump on Steve's back for a piggyback ride or tackle him into the pool. It's slowly killing Steve because Eddie has no idea that Steve's in love with him.

In fact, for all the flirting Eddie does with Steve, the man has no idea he's even queer. 100 percent oblivious. Eddie has convinced himself that it's totally normal to flirt with everyone (he only flirts with Steve) and that it doesn't mean anything to cuddle your male friend on a regular basis (it means something) and poor Stevie is just suffering.

Maybe Eddie needs a ride one day because his van craps out, so he asks Steve to drive him to Indy and of course, the tape starts. after the first few songs Eddie's is having some thoughts. One, who the fuck is this tape about? Whoever it is, Steve clearly has BIG feelings for this girl. It makes Eddie feel like shit.

So he just keeps listening until he finally snaps and asks Steve who the chick is. Steve's confused, but Eddie presses further. He asks who the tape is about.

"What's her name? The girl you made this mix for?"

"There's no girl." Steve replies. His voice is tight like he's upset. Eddie would be so, so confused.

"Um, this is like some unrequited love pop music shit. Obviously you're in love with someone, so what's her name?" Eddie has to push.

Steve just tells Eddie to fuck off. They're both sorta pissed now. Eddie thought they were good enough friends that Steve would tell him. Steve can't have this conversation considering he's in love with his friend.

"Why won't you tell me her name...c'mon Stevie, I won't make fun of you. Is it Nancy again? Shitty considering she's dating Robbie. Tell me. Please. I'm dying to know who could have possibly inspired this mixtape." Eddie knows he's being an ass. He will get Steve to tell him.

Steve says nothing. Literally says nothing the rest of the way to Indy and back. It's not until they're pulling back into Hawkins that Eddie starts pestering again.

"Come on, dude. Who is this mystery girl you're so head over heels for? I mean literally, you put that song on there. Tears for Fears man, tell me, tell me, tell me-"

"It's not about a a girl. Shut the fuck up, man." Steve finally snaps. Eddie is just repeating over and over for Steve to tell him and it's annoying that he's so sure it's some girl.

"Then who?"

"I made the tape about you, asshole."

"What?"

"It's not some girl I'm in love with, it's you Eddie." Steve finally admits and he watches Eddie's face drop in horror. As Steve pulls up to Eddie's trailer, neither of them say a word. Steve is contemplating driving his car into a tree and Eddie is in shock. Because this cannot be happening, Eddie is straight and um, he definitely does not like Steve Harrington. Definitely isn't having a full fledged crisis right now.

"Man, I'm not... I'm not gay. I don't like you that way." Eddie finally tells him, refusing to meet Steve's eyes. Why does every word he just said feel like it's breaking Eddie apart too. He isn't sure he's being honest with Steve right now, but he cannot deal with this. He can't deal with the heartbreak all over Steve's face.

So Eddie gets out of the car and walks into his trailer. He doesn't look back or slow down. Steve is a second away from losing it. What was just pining is a rejection now. Worse than that, it feels like the whole world just fell down around Steve.

Despite how scared Steve was to tell Eddie, blatant rejection wasn't something he was worried about. Eddie flirted with him all the time. Always touching, always leaning into Steve's space. Calling him big boy or sweetheart. How could Steve have been so wrong? Eddie wasn't even into guys, let alone Steve. Eddie specifically said that he didn't like Steve that way. Eddie doesn't want him.

So, Steve listens to his sad mixtape and swears he'll move on even if that feels impossible.

Psst: read the follow up Moving On Pt. 1

[scramblingminds]

Eddie is an emotional person, he's theatrical with how he feels and isnt afraid to voice it.

Except with crying, he hates crying in front of people. Maybe it's a bit of toxic masculinity creeping in or maybe it's the hits he would take from his father whenever he would get upset as a kid. It's a mystery that.

But he doesn't openly cry. That's probably why it took him and Steve so much by surprise when he started sobbing when they had sex the first time.

Full on gasping for breath, face soaked in tears as he trembled against the sheets. Steve shushing him, holding his face and trying to wipe his tears, "What's wrong? Are you okay? Do we need to stop? We should stop."

And that made Eddie nearly wail as he tightened his legs around Steve and shook his head, "Not a bad cry. I'm fine Stevie, it's just-"

Steve shifted closer and Eddie's back arched with a whine, "Too much? Am I hurting you?"

Which was a fair question, given Eddie has been the only virgin in the bed until five minutes ago. But now he wasn't. He full to overflowing with cock, because of course Harrington was packing serious heat. And though it did kinda hurt that's not why he was crying.

He sniffled, big eyes blinking and pale cheeks blazing red, "It's so good, so fucking good, please."

He didnt know what he was asking for but lips found his as hips rolled again. His next sob swallowed by Steve, who wouldn't judge him for his tears. Who wouldn't find him weak for them. Who the next time they had sex, didn't stop until he had Eddie crying on his cock again.

[itsjusteds]

2 months ago today I watched a revolutionary musical that completely changed how my brain functioned. I watched a marvelous piece of media that forever changed how I thought about things. That piece of media you ask? Well young Padawan I am talking about Spies Are Forever.

Hello I'm the artist who's saf brain rot is so strong that he's drawing EVERY saf character daily until he draws them all

Today's character is Richard "Dick" Big

Day 10/55

[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

Do you think Buck has a big dick?

One of my friends likes the theory that he's actually average or small

But then I love hung buck and size queen eddie

Draw your own conclusions on my opinion.

[trashmouth-richie]

Thanks for the welcome XD glad to know I ain't the only one who KNOWS he packin did you see his bulge in the scene where he stands on the table??

WHAT. nooooo help! send it my way!! 😭😭😭🥵