#bottom eddie munson

[ladykailitha]

Just having more thinkee thoughts about casually bisexual Steve and Eddie who doesn't have a filter on his mouth, ever. Mature 18+

So they're out at a bar and it's been awhile for Steve and he is just out for a one-night stand. He would like more, sure but tonight is about getting his dick wet.

Robin has already hit the dance floor with their friends, Nancy having managed to drag Jonathan with her.

Steve knocks on the table. "All right, time to find a pussy to put my dick in," he mutters to himself more than Eddie's who's the only one left at their table.

And without thinking Eddie blurts out, "Well if you ever wanted an ass to fuck, give me a call, sweetheart."

And Steve suddenly at Eddie's side faster than he can blink and slots himself between his spread legs.

"That a serious offer, Munson or are you fucking with me?"

Eddie half shrugs. "A little bit of fucking with you with huge dash of wanting you to fuck me."

Steve runs his tongue over his teeth as he thinks it over. "Hmm... if I'm honest I always assumed that if there was fucking you'd be the one giving, not taking."

Eddie just shrugs. "You're not going to hold it against me are ya?"

Steve grins, feral. "You'd like that, huh? Me holding you down, while I fucked you?"

Eddie's brain has completely whited out. Just static.

"I'd drag you to the bathroom," Steve purrs, "but I want to see you under me, hair splayed out on my pillow as fucked into you."

Eddie tries to get up so that they can do just that, but Steve puts his hand on his chest.

"Not so fast, rockstar," Steve says with a sly smile. "If we leave now, our friends would be upset since we just got here. So can you be a good boy for me and wait?"

Eddie gulps and nods. "How long?"

Steve checks his watch. "Is an hour okay?"

Eddie nods again, so Steve pulls his hand and drags him out on the dance floor. The music slows to a love song and Eddie thinks Steve's going to pull away, only he doesn't.

He pulls him closer and they're dancing cheek to cheek.

"I have to tell you," Steve says a little desperate, "if I take you home tonight, that's it--"

"Oh," Eddie says trying to pull away, trying not cry.

"It's you and me as a couple," Steve continues and Eddie just stares at him wide-eyed. "And if that's something you don't want, I'd rather we didn't do anything at all. Because if I got to taste you and not keep you I don't think I'd surv--"

He never finishes that sentence because Eddie is kissing him on the lips as firmly and sincerely as possible.

"Oh!" Steve says brightly. "So that's a yes to the boyfriend thing?"

"Yes, Stevie," Eddie says shaking his head fondly, "it's a yes to the boyfriend thing."

~

On the other side of the dance floor both Jonathan and Nancy are putting money in Robin's hands.

"Do you think it's just sex or..." Nancy asks.

Robin cackles. "Oh it's definitely sex, but it's a relationship all the way."

Nancy huffed. Not because she didn't believe her, she could see it with her eyes. But if it is a relationship--

They kiss and Nancy sighs, digging out another five dollars and handing it Robin.

"How did you know it would happen tonight?" Jonathan asked after handing Robin his own five dollars.

"Eddie has no filter especially two cocktails in," Robin explained, cocking her head to the side and half shrugging. "And Steve loves to bitch about not getting any lately. So you put the two together..." she smashed her hands together, "and you get at the very least, sex in the bathroom. But this is Steve, the most romantic bastard in all of Indiana if not the whole country, he'd only be willing to have sex with Eddie, if it led to more."

Jonathan and Nancy sighed. They really never should have bet against best friend knowledge.

~

Later that night when Steve has Eddie right where he wants him, he reaches out and strokes his cheek.

"You're sweet, Stevie," Eddie murmurs, "but if you don't start soon, I may explode!"

Steve laughs and gets to work fucking wildly into Eddie as they both starts spouting inanities and endearments.

Steve grabs Eddie's cock and works him in rhythm to his own thrusts, with Eddie tripping over his words as he holds on dear life.

After they've both come, and they've cleaned up, they'll lie next to each other on Steve's bed.

Eddie gets up on his elbow to look down at Steve, "So boyfriend privileges means shot gun right?"

Steve bursts out laughing. "Sorry, love," he says shaking his head. "Robin would murder us both."

Eddie cocks his head to the side and then nods. "Yeah, that's fair."

End ~

I don't usually write sub/bottom Eddie, because I picture Steve as a pillow princess all the way, but this wouldn't leave my head. Especially the fucking line. It was too good of a pun not to write, if I'm honest.

[cuips-not-cute]

"What do you wanna do for this one?" Steve asks, gently probing. Eddie's picking up and examining every item on his desk, setting each down with a little huff.

He's restless. Twitchy. It makes Steve want to tie him up so he stops moving around so much, makes him want to fuck him til he's gone all sweet.

"Um," Eddie says, turning a Little League trophy around in his hand. "I'll get back to you on that."

He moves to Steve's closet next. Pulls the doors open with a dramatic sigh.

"Eddie?"

"One second."

Eddie's disappeared completely. Walked right out the door and down the hall.

"Eddie!"

Steve rushes after him, spies him rooting around the bathroom sink.

"Ah-ha!" Eddie exclaims, reaching up on his very tip toes to grab something from the shelf above the mirror. He smacks his lips to the thing once he's got it, presenting his finding to Steve.

"A hairbrush?"

"Mhm." Eddie lays it delicately in his palm, curling his fingers around the handle. "This is what I wanna do."

"You want me to...brush your hair?"

Steve's amenable. Eddie's got very nice hair. He just doesn't know how this counts as a tape.

"No," Eddie says, and his eyes have gone all shiny, his voice a little breathless. Steve's pretty sure he get whatever he wants doing this.

"Stevie, I want you to spank me."

"Oh," says Steve, dumbfounded. "Yeah, uh. Okay."

Eddie's hand finds his curled fingers over the hairbrush. He starts to take it back.

"You don't have to," Eddie's saying, tugging sightly. "Like, I'll survive—"

Steve yanks the hairbrush away from Eddie's fumbling grip. Holds it with both of his up by his face.

"No, dude. I'm just thinking."

"Okay," Eddie breathes. It sounds like a whine. He's jammed his hands in his pockets, taken a big step away from Steve.

Steve looks at the brush in his hand. It's the one he uses after showers. It's large and round and plastic, and the bristles are full of his own hair.

He cleans it. Tosses the ball of hair lint in the trash can behind Eddie. Smacks the back of it against his palm.

It stings.

"You sure you'd like this?" Steve asks, flipping the thing experimentally. "It kinda hurts."

Eddie laughs, startled. "Yeah, man, that's like, the point."

"...right."

He smacks his palm again. Eddie's pupils dilate, his mouth goes slack.

And oh, Steve likes that.

from ch6 of my fic, blinking red light❤️

[matchingbatbites]

(no civilizing hides) our animal impulses

Explicit || 6.1k || Omegaverse & Alpha/Alpha || Full tags + Read on Ao3

I did my best to show that everything between Steve and Eddie is wanted and consensual, but because Steve is in rut some people might still be uncomfortable with it, so please be aware of that.

Steve is acting weird.

Eddie notices it one night as they’re hanging out, just the two of them for once thanks to Robin cramming for an upcoming college entrance exam. It’s been a nice, chill evening so far for the two Alphas - aside from the fact that Steve is twitchy.

He gets up a couple of times and checks the front door before wandering over to the sun room - to the back door, Eddie realizes the second time around - then comes and sits back on the couch like he never even moved. He's constantly fidgeting with anything he can get his hands on, like the tab on his beer can or the corner of the blanket draped over his lap.

Even his scent is off, his warm, apple pie spice buried under the smell of cloves, all sharp and anxious and even drowning out Eddie's own fresh wood and leather scent.

It's odd.

Eddie just ignores it because Steve is clearly doing his best to behave normally, to not make a big deal out of whatever this is. And really, Eddie isn't going to tell the man how to behave in his own goddamn house, especially when he has his own issues sitting still sometimes.

So he keeps his eyes on the TV and doesn't say anything when Steve gets up for a fourth time. At least this time he comes back with a couple of beers in each hand, and Eddie can almost sense the silent apology from the other Alpha. He takes two with a soft thanks, and is glad when Steve actually stays put for the rest of the movie.

They drink while the movie finishes up, and it's so easy to doze off while the credits roll, the alcohol just enough to make them loose and drowsy. Eddie isn't even aware when they fall asleep right there on the couch, Steve's odd behavior all but forgotten. 

When Eddie wakes up in the morning, it takes him a moment to notice the weight in his lap, and looking down, he finds Steve draped over it, head pillowed on Eddie's thigh and one strong arm curled around Eddie's waist. He can't help the purr that starts up in his chest, can't resist as he pushes a hand through Steve's hair, earning him a low, sleepy hum and a burst of that baked apple scent.

It's easy to imagine that this is something more, that he is something more to Steve. Easy to believe that the arm around him is purposeful and not a product of restless sleep. That Eddie has permission to follow through with his desire to lean down and dot kisses over Steve's face until he wakes up with that sweet smile and pulls Eddie into a proper good morning kiss.

They've gotten so close since spring break, and Eddie should have known that falling for Steve was inevitable, even though it's definitely a dumb move. Because it’s not that Steve hasn’t dated Alphas before, it’s just that they’ve always been female. The first among them being Nancy, who had presented after the two of them got together. That hadn't stopped Steve from staying with her until they broke up the following year, for reasons Eddie only learned about a few months ago.

It only endeared him to Steve even more, only increased his desire to show the other boy that Eddie could be good to him if he would just let him. It's complicated, though, even before Eddie gets to the whole social stigma of two male Alphas being together. Even with all of that floating at the forefront of his mind, he can't help but to imagine it, to wonder if the risk would be worth the reward.

There's a low rumble and Steve shifts in Eddie's lap, adjusting until his face is pressed into Eddie's stomach and his arm is pulling him even closer. It makes Eddie's breath hitch with want, with the need to have this every day. He shoves the feeling down and smothers his rapidly increasing scent as he scratches at Steve's scalp. They stay there for a moment, both purring softly into the otherwise silent room.

Eventually Steve turns so he can just peek up at Eddie, and he hears a muffled "Morning."

"Morning, sleepyhead. You working today?"

He gets an affirmative hum as Steve again nuzzles into the slight give of Eddie's stomach, until he seems to realize what he's doing and pulls away. Eddie instantly misses it, but he just watches as Steve stands and stretches.

"Stay for breakfast?" he asks, and Eddie can only say yes. His attempts to help are dismissed, and he just sits at the bar and watches Steve make them egg on toast. The other Alpha seems to be better this morning, less anxious than he was last night and scent mellowed out, and it soothes a part of Eddie he didn't realise was still worried.

They don't talk about that easy closeness from earlier, and soon enough they're heading out the door, Eddie to go home and maybe back to bed, and Steve to work. Before he can even get down the steps Eddie is stopped by a hand on his arm, and turns to look at Steve.

“Hey, uh. I know this is really last minute, and I’m really sorry, but I need you to find somewhere else to have Hellfire tonight. I'm pretty sure I'm in pre-rut and-”

And oh, everything from last night suddenly makes sense.

“That's all you had to say, Stevie. No need to apologize,” Eddie cuts in. He doesn't know how Steve gets during his ruts, but personally, Eddie doesn't like being around other people at all, even before it fully kicks in. It might be different to spend it with a partner, but he doesn’t have the experience to know. “I'll call the Wheelers and see if they're cool with having us. You gonna be okay, big guy?”

“Yeah. I've already got snacks and stuff. Just gotta ride it out.”

“Okay. Feel free to call if you need anything, yeah? I'll be at home until like, five."

Steve smiles and Eddie's knees go weak as he's hit with a wave of happy alpha scent. "I will. Thanks, Eds."

Eddie barely chokes out a "Yep, see ya!" before he books it to his van, needing to escape before he can do something stupid like drop to his knees and offer himself up as Steve's rut aid.

It’s all Eddie can think about leading up to the game, just knowing what Steve is going to be up to over the next day or so. He can’t help it, really, God knows he’s more than willing to spend Steve's rut with him, to lay himself out and let Steve use him as his personal fuck toy for as long as he wants.

(And if he jerks off to thoughts of that exact scenario before he has to leave, it's between him and his bedroom.)

They're a couple of hours into the session when a commotion starts upstairs. Eddie can hear the familiar sounds of alpha snarling from the open basement door, and he tells the rest of the group to stay put while he checks it out. Maybe not the smartest idea, throwing another alpha into the mix, but his instincts demand he keep his pack mates and pups safe from whatever might be happening.

Eddie climbs the stairs and steps around the corner into the foyer to find Nancy and Steve locked in a stare-down. The snarls have calmed into low growls as they stand in a stalemate, and the longer he stands there, the stronger the scent of rut becomes and the more the sudden animosity becomes understandable.

An Alpha in rut intruding on another Alpha’s space could be disastrous, depending on the people and their relationship. Eddie doesn't think Nancy would attack Steve if he tried to get inside, but it's honestly not a sure thing. Before Eddie can step forward and try to diffuse the situation, a voice pipes up behind him.

“Steve?”

Eddie is going to fucking kill Dustin. 

Steve’s eyes snap over, briefly landing on Dustin - who had clearly ignored Eddie’s order and followed him up - before honing in on Eddie. He ignores Nancy’s warning growl as he shoves past her and beelines right to Eddie, who is instantly on edge. He's not sure what kind of vendetta Steve has against him that he feels the need to seek Eddie out while his instincts are at their peak, but it must be serious. 

Eddie steps in front of Dustin as the other approaches, needing to keep the pup safe from any altercation that may happen. In the end there’s no need to worry, because it seems like Steve only has eyes for Eddie. 

He doesn’t have a chance to react as Steve grabs him, as he ducks down and tosses Eddie over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes before standing upright, Eddie's weight seemingly not a struggle for him. Eddie yelps and scrambles at the back of Steve’s shirt, trying to hang on even though the grip Steve has on his thighs means there’s no chance of him falling.

The whole display is very caveman, all hindbrain and primal. 

Eddie would be lying if he said it wasn’t doing anything for him. 

The few pack members around them step closer, probably in an attempt to help, but when Nancy gets close Steve gives a feral snarl that has even Eddie going completely still. Dustin whines in concern as Steve continues to the door, and Eddie waves him off.

“I’ll be okay. Call Robin, see if she knows what the fuck is happening!”

He has to yell the last part because Steve is unrelenting in his quest to haul Eddie around, and easily carries him out to the familiar BMW before setting him down. Steve helps him into the passenger seat and buckles him in, checking at least twice to make sure that it’s secure before he gets behind the wheel. 

Eddie says nothing and just lets it all happen, not wanting to agitate the other man in a way that might set him off. He worries briefly if Steve should really be operating a vehicle when he's in this state, but other than the unusual primal disposition, he seems to be perfectly aware of his surroundings.

It’s not until they get to the Harrington house and Steve is ushering Eddie inside that he realizes what’s going on.

Steve is corralling him. 

It's a normal Alpha trait, a security response to ensure that their pack is gathered together and tucked away safe from anything that could harm them. It tends to happen during moments of distress - Eddie's actually witnessed Steve doing it once before, during the whole Vecna scenario.

He also knows that while it can happen during a rut, they usually tend to corral their mates, not other alphas.

It fills Eddie’s head with something warm and fuzzy, especially when a large hand settles on his lower back as Steve guides him upstairs and into his bedroom. He tenses a bit at entering another alpha’s den, especially one who’s in rut, but he justifies that Steve wants him here, he literally brought Eddie here himself.

The room is tidy but lived in, with trinkets decorating the flat surfaces and photos pinned to the wall above the dresser. It's very Steve, even with the plaid wallpaper that feels a bit outdated, and Eddie can instantly tell how much Steve cares for the space.

Steve continues to guide him and Eddie realizes there's a rough nest on the bed, blankets and pillows and clothing stacked together, all smelling like pack. Usually it's an omega’s job to refine it, to take the items the alpha has and perfect it to their own tastes, but it's clear to Eddie that an omega hasn't been anywhere near this nest.

Steve keeps nudging Eddie, gently pushing at his shoulders and thighs until he’s laying on the bed, then tucks the blankets and pillows closer to him. He nods once, seemingly satisfied, before turning and leaving the room. Eddie takes a moment to just process everything that’s happened in the last fifteen or so minutes - the guy didn't even let Eddie take off his shoes - and to bask in the alpha’s unfiltered scent, that apple and cinnamon and clove that fills him with warmth.

The phone on the nightstand rings and Eddie hesitates for only a moment before he reaches over and picks it up, answering with Steve's usual “Harrington residence.”

“Oh thank God.” Robin. “Nancy called and told me what happened. Are you okay?”

“You mean other than the fact that I'm fighting off a raging hard-on because of Steve manhandling and carrying me around like it was nothing? Yeah, I'm just peachy, Robs. What the fuck is happening? He was perfectly fine when I left him this morning.”

There's a beat of silence before she says “You were with him this morning?”

“Uh, yeah? We watched a movie last night and crashed on the couch. We had breakfast and then I left when he left for work.”

“Wait. Hold on. Nancy said he's in rut. You're saying you left his house while he was in rut?”

“I mean, pre, yeah. That's why we had D&D at the Wheelers, he asked me to change locations.”

He hears a long inhale before Robin sighs. “Okay, listen. Steve’s been through a lot over the last couple of years. He’s had to rely on his instincts more than other people do, and it’s- it means that they can be triggered easier than other people's. I think your leaving while he was so close to rut probably did that, which caused the primal reaction.”

Yeah, okay, with everything Steve's gone through the last few years that does make sense. Except- “If he’s running off of instincts, he should be posturing and trying to keep me away from his den, Robin. Not corraling me into it like I’m his fucking mate."

There's a soft Jesus Christ, Steve, and another inhale before Robin says “Steve swore me to secrecy but I think extenuating circumstances and all- Steve likes you, like a ‘whining after you leave and sleeping with the clothes you leave at his house’ kind of likes you. He wants to ask you out, but he was going to wait until after his rut so you wouldn't feel pressured into spending it with him so early into your relationship.”

Eddie’s jaw drops and he blinks rapidly as he processes the new information Robin's just given him. What he locks on to, all he can really focus on is "He wants to ask me out?"

"You know how much of a romantic he is. He wants to do the whole 'proper courtship' thing, said that you deserve it."

Steve wants to court him.

Eddie's glad he's laying down, because that thought alone is enough to knock him clean off his feet. Courtship is like dating with intent, like saying from the get-go 'I want to be your mate.' He didn't even realize that Steve liked him, let alone wanted a serious relationship with him, and as much as he wants to wheedle more info from Robin, there's a more pressing matter to deal with.

“So what do I do about this whole situation?”

“Well, you could wait it out. He has like, a stockpile, right? So you'd be okay. Or you could leave, and possibly send Steve into another frenzy because his mate is missing.”

Eddie's heart skips a beat at being referred to as Steve's mate, even if it's not exactly true. He hums in acknowledgement and Robin continues. “You could also be noble and try to get through to him, tell him that you don’t want to be there and risk giving him rejection sickness while he’s in rut.”

Eddie groans and scrubs a hand over his face. “I feel like you're trying to guilt me into staying.”

“I'm just giving you the facts. Another which is, if you do like him, if you want to be his mate as badly as he wants to be yours, then you could, you know- help him. You'll have to make the first move though, he probably won't since he hasn't officially asked you out.”

“What about consent? I don’t want Steve’s Alpha to do something that he doesn’t want.”

“You know as well as I do that the Alpha is Steve, Eddie, don't even pretend like they’re two separate things. His instincts are still him, just more intense. Besides, I’ve heard him moon over your flat ass enough to know just how badly he wants to fuck it.”

For the rest of his life, Eddie will deny the squawk he lets out at that comment. 

“And-” she presses forward before he can actually say anything, “you wouldn't be there if he didn't want you there. He wouldn't be treating you like this if it wasn't what he wanted.”

Jesus fuck, Eddie knows she’s right. “Right, okay. I’ll figure something out.”

"Good luck, man. I'll call tomorrow night to check in, okay?"

"Sounds good. Thanks, Bird."

"Bye, doofus."

Eddie sets the phone in its cradle and flops back onto the bed. He thinks about it for a minute, like seriously debates exactly what he's going to do about this. Having Robin's blessing to fuck her best friend is unexpected, to say the least, but it honestly makes him feel better about the whole situation. She says that Steve wants him, so…

No, he's at least gotta try to be a gentleman about this. The best course of action is to just leave, to let Steve ride this out on his own and come back later.

Determined, Eddie get up and heads downstairs, kind of grateful when he doesn’t see Steve anywhere. He glances around, halfheartedly trying to find the other alpha - and secretly hoping he doesn't so he can just leave - and it’s as he’s heading to the front door that he’s startled by a growl. 

A hand grabs his upper arm and Steve drags him away from the door, pulling him back to the stairs. As proven earlier, Eddie is usually one to appreciate a bit of manhandling, but this grip is actually painful, and Eddie gives a soft “Steve, you’re hurting me."

Steve instantly freezes in place as he releases Eddie’s arm, and he whines softly in distress as his hands hover over Eddie, his eyes glancing between him and the stairs.

It’s reassuring knowing how deep Steve’s care for him seems to run, and Eddie knows that he’s just trying to get him back to the den. Resigning himself to his fate, Eddie takes Steve’s hand and heads back upstairs, but the other alpha stops at the threshold of his bedroom. Steve looks back over his shoulder and whines again, and Eddie says a soft “Steve?”

“‘s not safe,” is Steve’s response, and he turns back to Eddie, who is solely unprepared for Steve to lean in and rub his cheek against Eddie’s, spreading spice and warmth and rut across his skin. As an Alpha, Eddie should be repulsed by it, he should want to get away as quickly as possible before the rutting alpha goes feral and attacks him for being in his den.

Instead it makes him want to roll over, to expose his neck and his belly as an offering for Steve to bite into, to claim as his own. It makes him want to submit.

Eddie takes a shuddering inhale as Steve steps back. “Stay here,” he says, firm and final, before turning and heading back down the stairs.

Well, fuck.

Eddie just shuts the door without saying anything and leans back against it. After everything they’ve been through, it makes sense that Steve’s instincts lean towards protective, even during rut. 

Now Eddie has to make another choice. He could wait it out. There are snacks and water bottles stashed near the bed, so it’s not like he would starve in the day or two it would take Steve to wait this out.

Or.

If Robin is correct - and she usually is, where Steve is concerned, probably the only person who knows Steve better than he knows himself - then Steve likes Eddie. More than likes him, if Steve is hiding Eddie away like this. The Alpha sees Eddie as his mate, and it’s Steve’s instincts that have pushed up the timeline he seems to have mapped out.

You'll have to make the first move.

Eddie sends up a silent prayer as he opens Steve’s nightstand drawer, looking for- aha! He pulls out the bottle of lube and sets it on the bed before stripping out of his clothes. The thought of being naked in Steve's den, of preparing himself for Steve, makes him flush with heat, fills his stomach with swirling warmth.

He's been with a few Alphas before, but he has yet to be on the receiving side. It's not that he hasn't wanted to, he's just never felt comfortable being that vulnerable with someone he doesn't really know. With Steve, the desire is nearly overwhelming. The younger Alpha is so attentive, and Eddie already trusts him with his life, literally.

He lays back on the bed - in Steve's nest - and wiggles a bit to get comfortable before closing his eyes. Fingers skirt over his stomach and up his chest to tweak his nipples, pulling a soft sigh from his mouth. Eddie only pauses there for a moment before moving up to brush over his neck, over the glands that sit in the crook of it. He’s too eager to savor this, to slowly work himself up like he normally does, and he rubs his scented fingers against Steve’s pillow as he grabs the lube.

Eddie slicks up his fingers and reaches down, pushing one in slowly while his other hand works his dick - which has been at half mast since Steve threw Eddie over his shoulder - up to full hardness.

It's already so good, the way Steve's scent blends with his own only enhancing his pleasure as he slips in a second finger. He whines at the quick stretch and imagines it’s Steve spreading him open, getting Eddie ready for his cock.

"Alpha, need you, please."

He enjoys it, even more than he usually does, and for once doesn't hold back his whines and whimpers and he preps himself. He groans an "Oh, fuck," as he pushes deeper, trying to hit his prostate but falling just short, and returns his focus to opening himself up.

Only moments later, Eddie catches the sound of movement outside the door, and he grins. “Ah, Alpha,” he moans, increasing his volume, making sure Steve can hear him. The door opens and there he is, chest already heaving as he scans the room before his eyes land on Eddie. He gives a single, choked out "Eds," and Eddie keens as he adds a third finger.

Steve growls low and locks the door behind him before he stalks over to the bed. He takes a moment to just look at Eddie, and when their eyes meet Eddie can see the question behind the desire. Eddie just nods and spreads his legs wider, says "Want you, Steve. Wanna help you."

That must be enough for Steve, because he doesn't even bother undressing before he climbs onto the bed and settles between Eddie's legs. He grabs onto Eddie's thighs, fingers digging into flesh and pushing his legs back and up. Eddie's never felt so exposed, and he whines as Steve watches where his fingers sink into himself.

The new position helps him reach deeper, has him nearly choking on a gasp as he finally brushes that bundle of nerves inside him, and Steve lets out a pleased rumble. He releases one of Eddie's legs and brushes a finger where Eddie's stretching himself before he slowly starts to push it inside.

Eddie shudders and releases his dick so he can grab the bottle of lube, doesn't even try to be careful as he squeezes a glob of it directly against his hole. It eases the way as they work him open in tandem, and soon enough Steve is adding a fifth finger to the mix.

Eddie's going to lose his fucking mind.

He's never been stretched this wide before, already feels stuffed so full and Steve hasn't even properly fucked him yet. His whiny "Alpha, need you, please," makes him sound like a needy Omega, but that's closer to what he feels like right now. Every thrust of their fingers pushes excess lube out of him, sends it running down his lower back, a mirror of the precum that's been dripping onto his stomach since Steve walked into the room.

"I have you, baby," Steve growls, sounding more coherent than he had earlier. Having Eddie - his potential mate - in his den, in his nest, must settle some of those instincts Eddie inadvertently triggered this morning. He pulls his fingers free before tugging on Eddie's wrist, and the sudden emptiness makes Eddie keen.

Steve pulls off his shirt and drops it to the floor before draping himself over Eddie, pressing them together from chest to hip as he noses the underside of Eddie's jaw. He feels like a fucking furnace, his sun-kissed skin burning hot under Eddie's hands as he slides them from Steve's shoulders to push up into his hair.

Eddie tugs on the sweat-damp locks, guiding Steve up until he can slot their mouths together in a slow, filthy kiss. Their first kiss, now that Eddie thinks about it. While he wishes it had been under better circumstances, he certainly isn't going to complain while Steve is practically fucking Eddie's mouth with his tongue.

Eddie feels dazed when Steve pulls back with a parting nip to his mouth, is barely able to appreciate the sight of that beautifully hairy chest because he's too busy tracking Steve's hands as they move down Eddie's torso. He wraps one around Eddie's dick and gives him a few long, tight strokes until Eddie is afraid he's going to come before Steve ever fucks him.

He manages a single, needy "Please," and that all it takes for Steve to release him. Steve undoes his own pants and pushes them down just enough to free his dick, and barely even touches himself before he's lining up with Eddie's hole and pushing in. It steals Eddie's breath, has him gasping as Steve slowly fills him inch by inch.

Big hands take hold of Eddie's waist and squeeze, holding him in place until Steve is fully seated. The stretch is better than he imagined, better than the fingers that were in him just moments ago. It feels like Steve is in his lungs, and he grabs hold of Steve's wrists, just needing to ground himself as he adjusts.

"Fuuuck, Stevie, Alpha. Feel so good, so big inside me."

Steve chuffs, clearly pleased that he's making Eddie feel good, and his fingers dig into Eddie's sides as he finally starts to move. It's fast from the get-go, no easing into it or slow build up. Eddie’s eyes roll back as Steve fucks into him, every snap of his hips leaving Eddie gasping for more.

“Fuck fuck fuck, Alpha!”

“Mine, my mate," Steve growls as he pounds into Eddie, and Jesus fuck. Robin was right on the money about the mate thing. For a moment Eddie finds himself regretting that they weren't already courting; he would ask for Steve's bite right now if he knew the other Alpha wouldn't be upset that he couldn't go through the whole process.

"Yes, your mate, Alpha, yours! You gonna fill me up and knot me? Mark me and claim me, show everyone who I belong to?"

A snarl rips through Steve's chest and he shifts forward, his pace barely faltering as he folds Eddie nearly clean in half. The change has him pounding directly against Eddie's prostate and the alpha is on the verge of orgasm in an instant.

"Oh shit! Close Stevie, 'm gonna come-"

Ever the attentive lover the rumors paint him to be, Steve reaches down between them and strokes Eddie's cock a few times before he grips down on where his knot is beginning to swell. That combined with a well placed thrust is what does Eddie in, and he gives a sharp cry as he comes, his knot popping in Steve's firm hold and seed shooting all the way to his sternum.

His vision goes fuzzy as Steve fucks him through it, his thrusts bordering on brutal as he chases his own orgasm, and then- Steve catches. His knot expands in the grip of Eddie's ass and for a second he's worried they didn't stretch him enough, that Steve's fat, magnificent knot is going to rip him right in two.

But nothing really hurts. It's all just intense pressure that makes him dizzy, and Steve is making these shallow little thrusts that bump right up against Eddie's prostate and send shocks up his spine. He clenches around Steve's knot and that sends Steve over, a low growl reverberating through the room as he comes.

Eddie shudders hard and clings to Steve, nails digging into firm shoulders to keep his alpha close as his insides are flooded with warmth. It doesn't stop there, as Steve continues to roll his hips against Eddie as best he can with them tied together. Eddie whines as the overstimulation starts shifting from pleasant to painful and he gasps a "Steve-"

"One more, baby, just one more," Steve pleads, his voice rough. He angles himself a bit so he's not grinding directly against Eddie's tender sweet-spot, but it's still a lot. Eddie mutters a soft string of "So good, Alpha, fill me up, need it please," until Steve is coming again, filling Eddie's already-stuffed hole even more.

It's kind of blissful, actually. Eddie doesn't think he's ever been this tired after sex, this delicious kind of exhaustion that he can feel all the way to his bones. Steve carefully lowers himself down onto Eddie and noses at his neck and jaw, a light scenting that's probably just for comfort seeing how Eddie is sure he reeks of Steve by now.

Still, Eddie purrs at the attention and wraps his arms around Steve, holding him tight as they wait for Steve's knot to shrink. They don't speak, just bask in the afterglow as Steve licks over Eddie's collar bone and neck, lapping over the mating gland that rests under the skin.

Eddie wants to ask about it, wants to hear all of Steve's thoughts, hear what exactly led them to this moment. He knows now isn't the time, though, and he contents himself with pushing his fingers through Steve's luscious, sweat-damp hair while he waits for the next wave of Steve's rut to start.

It's still dark when Eddie wakes up to a chest against his back and fingers in his ass, now sore after the three rounds they went last night. Even so, the ache doesn't stop him from whining out a "Steve," and pushing back into them.

Steve drops a kiss onto his bare shoulder. "This okay?" he mutters into Eddie's skin.

Eddie nods, answering with a soft "Yeah, please."

The fingers disappear only to be replaced by Steve's cock filling him again, just as perfect as it was last night. Eddie's grateful that it's much gentler than yesterday, with their hands laced together over Eddie's stomach and Steve's hips rolling into him. It leaves him breathless, the amount of sheer affection he can feel in every move Steve makes.

Steve picks up the pace after a moment, the rut still burning through him driving him to take, and Eddie is more than willing to let him do so. The only sounds in the room are Eddie's breathy, punched out moans, and the slap of Steve's hips against his ass.

It doesn't take too long, and Steve groans as his knot catches once again. He moves their joined hands down to Eddie's dick and starts jacking him off while making those shallow thrusts, and soon they're both tipping over the edge.

Steve pants against the back of Eddies neck, and the desire for Steve's bite is so sudden and so overwhelming that Eddie has to physically bite his tongue so he doesn't beg for it. The alpha squeezes Eddie's hand where they're still laced together and covered in cum, and says "'m sorry for yesterday."

Eddie scoffs and clenches around Steve's knot, just to hear him gasp. "You're sorry for giving me the best fuck of my life?"

"For corralling you. For bringing you here and keeping you against your will."

"Oh, I was definitely willing, big boy. I promise you, even with how weird it was at first, I am in no way complaining about anything that happened."

There's a brief pause of silence before Steve mutters "You're not?"

"Steve, you literally picked me up and hauled me around like it was fucking nothing. Do you know how hot that is?"

"Most Alphas don't like to be overpowered like that-"

Eddie scoffs. "Yeah, and most Alphas also don't like being pinned down, fucked and knotted until they can't think. But I clearly seem to enjoy it."

Steve gives a low, pleased growl and noses at the back of Eddie's neck. "Still should have controlled myself. I wanted to do this right, wanted to court you first."

Eddie hums and wishes he could turn around to kiss Steve. "Yeah, Robin told me about your plan. She thinks that your intended mate leaving your den so close to rut is what made you go all primal."

He hears a sharp intake of breath and Steve barely gets out an "Eddie-" before Eddie says "I wanted it, Steve. I wanted it because I've wanted you for so long, and having you half-feral because of me was like a fucking fantasy come true. I know you wanna do this properly, but you have to know just how crazy I am for you."

Steve tugs Eddie closer and presses his forehead to the nape of Eddie's neck. "Why didn't you ever say anything?"

"As far as I know, you've only been with girls before. Didn't know if you would like me like that, and I didn't want to ruin our friendship if you didn't."

It's silent for a moment, and Eddie is worried that he's actually messed everything up when Steve speaks again.

"Well, to be fair, it was only girls. But when we were walking through the Upside Down, and I was wearing your vest, soaked in your scent, it- it felt like a claim, and I was surprised at how much I liked the idea. I walked away from that whole thing with a crush on you, and getting to know you after made it grow and grow until-"

He pauses, takes a shaky inhale. "Until I realized that I want to be your mate. God, I want everything with you Eddie, and I'm so terrified of being too much, of scaring you off."

Eddie can't stand it anymore. He wriggles a bit and Steve's knot has shrunk just enough for him to slide off it - pulling a soft groan from both of them - before turning to face Steve. He brings his hands up to cradle Steve's face and doesn't think about the way it smears his cum over Steve's cheek. "I meant what I said yesterday. I'm yours, Steve. I wanna be your mate, take your bite, the whole nine yards."

Steve beams and tugs Eddie into a hard kiss, and Eddie would be amused by his enthusiasm if he wasn't feeling exactly the same - overjoyed and eager. They make out for a moment before Steve mutters against Eddie's mouth, "We should go take a shower," and Eddie whines.

"I don't wanna move yet."

Steve just chuckles and kisses him one more time before sitting up. "Come on, I'm not gonna give you your courting gift while I have cum on my face."

That does have Eddie moving, nearly launching himself from the bed only to wince at the twinge of pain that stems from his sore, tender asshole. He worries for a moment that his knees will give out, until Steve is right there, wrapping an arm around Eddie's waist and helping him limp to the bathroom.

"Shit, I wish I had known ahead of time how fucking sore I was gonna be," Eddie says, light enough that Steve knows he's joking.

"Don't worry," Steve replies with a grin that Eddie wants to taste. "You can get me back when your rut comes around, Alpha."

[steddieas-shegoes]

i wanna be your slave

for @subeddieweek day six with the prompt public sex

rated e | 1,596 words | please check ao3 for tags

Day one:  ao3 | tumblr Day two: ao3 | tumblr Day three: ao3 | tumblr Day four: ao3 | tumblr  Day five: ao3 | tumblr

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Eddie should have taken the opportunity to run back inside and use the phone that he knew was sitting in the office backstage to call someone before the rain started coming down harder. He should have risked getting stuck inside the heated building instead of getting stuck inside his van that wouldn’t start in the middle of winter.

Rain storms shouldn’t even happen in December. Shouldn’t it all be snow or something?

He groaned and banged his head against the wheel.

The rain continued to pour down, louder and faster, to the point where Eddie could barely even hear himself think.

At least Steve would probably come check here when he realized he wasn’t at the trailer.

He just had to make it through the next 30 minutes or so. The rain might even stop by then.

Eddie hummed to himself, any song he could think of, even one of Corroded Coffin’s newest attempts at an original song. He played with his hair, braiding and unbraiding the same strands over and over to keep his hands busy.

He checked his watch more frequently than was helpful.

Eventually, headlights flashed in his side mirror and he heard the low rumble of another car.

He checked to see that it was Steve before unlocking the door and jumping out.

Steve barely had his car in park before he jumped out of, leaving the car running as he rushed over to pull Eddie against him.

“Shit, baby, I was so worried. What happened?”

For some reason, Eddie felt tears pooling in his eyes.

It was just an issue with the van, and probably a pretty easy repair for Wayne to do tomorrow. It’s not like he got stranded alone for hours getting soaked in the rain. It’s not like Steve forgot about him.

“Oh, baby boy.” Steve’s hands cupped his cheeks and Eddie couldn’t really tell if he had actually started crying or if the rain was falling down his face. “You’re okay. I’ve got you.”

“It won’t start,” Eddie shivered. It may have been a bit warmer than usual for December this week, but it was still barely 40 degrees, and with the ice cold rain falling on them, Eddie knew he’d get sick if he stayed out in it for much longer.

“C’mon, I have the heat on in my car. Let’s get you warm.”

Steve gently guided him into the backseat, surprising him by joining him instead of getting in the driver’s seat to take them home.

“Jacket and shirt off, c’mon,” Steve nudged his jacket off his shoulders and Eddie sniffed as he followed his instructions. “If you take everything off, you’ll get warmer faster.”

“You just want me naked in the backseat of your car, Harrington,” Eddie grumbled, but knew he was right. He managed to get his soaking wet jeans off and left everything in a pile on the floorboards. “Now what?”

Steve reached under his own body and pulled out a towel, unfolding it and gesturing for Eddie to move for a minute so he could lay it out across the seat.

“Were you a Boy Scout or something?” Eddie felt the warmth slowly seeping into his pores, though his hair was still dripping onto his bare shoulders and chest.

“Nah. Just learned to be prepared for anything.” Steve’s hand rested on his knee. “I’m gonna shut off the headlights while we sit here. Just hang tight.”

Eddie was naked in the backseat of Steve’s car in the parking lot of Hawkins High while lightning flashed directly across from them and rain beat the roof of the car.

If he wasn’t living this moment, he never would’ve believed it was possible.

Steve’s hands were warm when they circled Eddie’s wrists, pulling him into Steve’s lap. He’d removed his own clothes sometime in the last minute when Eddie was lost in thought.

“Just gonna stay here for a few minutes while you warm up, okay?”

Eddie nodded.

And then it actually hit him that they were both naked.

No one would be checking on them as long as this storm was happening.

No one would even see their cars in the parking lot with how heavy the rain was right now.

They could do anything they wanted.

As if he could read his mind, Steve huffed a laugh against Eddie’s shoulder. “You’re always so eager to get fucked, aren’t you sweet boy? Even if someone could see.”

“No one will see,” Eddie protested.

“Maybe I want people to see.”

Eddie felt himself getting hard at the thought of them being caught, of Steve Harrington having to explain to Officer Powell why they were both naked in the backseat of his car. Of how many people had probably been fucked in the back of this car, but how none of those people had gotten Steve like this.

“Maybe I wanna fuck you so good that you scream my name so loud the people in the neighborhood a mile away hear and call the cops. Maybe I hope someone stops by to check on the cars and sees me so deep inside you they couldn’t possibly separate us.”

Eddie whimpered.

Yeah, he needed Steve to fuck him. Now.

“You’re still wet from when I got my tongue in you earlier, baby,” Steve said as he ran his thumb across his hole, still slick with spit. “But I came prepared tonight.”

Steve held up a small bottle of lube. Was that travel size? Did they seriously make a travel size bottle of lube? And Steve bought it?

Eddie loved him so much.

“Relax for me, baby. Gonna open you up more so you can sit on my cock. Gonna be nice and warm after, okay?” Steve’s lips brushed against his neck, his collarbone, his nipple. His fingers, now coated with lube, rubbed at his entrance.

One finger pushed in, quickly followed by a second one. Steve was good at reading him, knew exactly what he could take and what he needed.

Eddie liked to feel full, even if it had just a hint of too much, just a tiny little twinge of pain.

“Gonna ride my fingers?” Steve cupped the back of his head with his free hand, scratching at his scalp.

Eddie hadn’t even realized he’d been doing it, didn’t notice the way he rose and fell naturally as Steve worked him open. He wasn’t even trying to get more from him, he never had to push really. Steve was eager to give him more before Eddie had to beg.

At least since they started referring to each other as boyfriends, anyway.

A third finger entered him, and Eddie groaned at the stretch.

“Feels good,” Eddie threw his head back, only getting a little frustrated at the way the top of his head brushed against the roof of the car. It wasn’t ideal to be doing this in such a small space, but it was hot.

“Gonna spread you out on my bed next time so I can watch. Love seeing you open up on my fingers,” Steve bit down on his shoulder, both of them moaning as Steve’s fingers worked faster.

“Need you, need you. Please.”

Okay, so maybe he still had to beg a little.

But the moment he asked, Steve’s fingers were being replaced by his leaking cock, pushing in slow enough for Eddie to tell him to stop if he needed a minute.

“Fuck,” Eddie’s head fell onto Steve’s shoulder, putting him at a somewhat awkward angle, but Steve’s cock brushed perfectly against his prostate. “Oh, fuck. Can I come?”

“Now? Already?” Eddie could hear the knowing smirk in Steve’s voice and he wasn’t a fan.

“Yes, now. Already. Please.”

“Come when you want. But I’m not stopping until I’ve filled you up,” Steve said as he moved his hips faster.

True to his word, when Eddie came not even a minute later, shaking apart in Steve’s lap, tears dripping onto his still slightly rain-damp skin, Steve kept thrusting in and out. He didn’t even slow down, just kept the pace that Eddie knew he needed to get off.

The constant pressure against his prostate after he came was almost too much, and definitely would be too much soon. He felt the haze of overstimulation washing over him, let his brain go a bit cloudy as Steve used him to get off.

They didn’t do this very often; Steve was very much against possibly actually hurting Eddie and fucking him after his orgasm usually led to him wincing in pain. But sometimes, when the timing was just right, Eddie would start to float into subspace just when things got a bit less comfortable.

“Color, baby.”

“Green. Feel good.”

“Yeah, you look like you feel good, sweet boy.”

The compliments always made him float faster, make him drift just that bit further away, where he could just be held by Steve and know that he was being taken care of.

The rain seemed to be quieter, but Eddie couldn’t be bothered to move his face from the safety of Steve’s neck right now.

Steve’s hands tightened against his back, pushing him down onto his cock.

Warmth filled him as Steve moaned against his ear.

“So good for me, baby,” Steve whispered, his hips slowing to a stop. “Wish I could stay inside you forever.”

“Stay.”

Steve laughed. “I can’t stay inside you, sweet boy. Gotta clean you up and get you home.”

“Later.”

Steve gave him a minute or two, maybe longer, it was hard to tell with his brain checked out.

Day seven: ao3 | tumblr

[bifuriouswaterbender]

Shower Spray

I could be normal about the @steddiemicrofic September prompt shower, or I could write some of the dirtiest smut I've written in months. Frankly I just want to keep going, and perhaps someday I will. For now, here are 399 words that I didn't even edit because that first pass was exactly that, and it felt like a sign. Rated E.

Eddie suspected if he turned around and looked in the mirror, he'd be flush halfway down his body from how hard he was blushing. Then again, if he did that and saw the full effect, Eddie knew he'd chicken out immediately. Especially when he could hear Steve lumbering up the stairs, not a care in the world, not a clue that Eddie had put himself in crisis.

As soon as he'd heard Steve enter the house, Eddie had turned on the water and gotten himself into position. He'd pressed his forearms against the tiny shower ledge and thrust his ass out behind him, legs open wide in invitation. His dick had jumped to attention standing here waiting, but now that he was actually arranged here and adrenaline seemed to be the only thing keeping him upright, his excitement had begun to flag.

Steve needed to hurry the fuck up.

The bedroom door opened. Eddie pressed his forehead against the tile and squeezed his eyes shut in anticipation.

"Eddie?" Steve called. "Why'd you decide to take a shower now? Something happen while I was at--" The door swung open. "--work…"

Eddie forced himself to stay perfectly still, though he could feel his muscles quivering. No going back now.

"What's all this?" Steve asked quietly, so quiet that Eddie didn't think the question was for him.

He jumped but managed to hold position as Steve stroked a hand down his back and squeezed his ass. Eddie had presented himself in tantalizing positions before, but he'd never laid himself out against a wall spread eagle like this.

"All for me?" Steve asked in his ear.

Eddie nodded, shivering as he felt the now wet press of clothing against his back. Steve hadn't even bothered to undress before climbing into the spray.

"Even this?"

Eddie's breath hitched as he felt Steve fingering at the jewel shining between his cheeks. "Especially that," he rasped.

"What a good boy," Steve purred. He wrapped one arm around Eddie's waist as he slowly played with the plug. "Don't move, baby."

Eddie nodded, swallowing a whine as Steve's hand moved away long enough for the unzipping of his pants to ring out in the small space. He resumed, pressing the plug in and out a few times before removing it completely.

Steve paused momentarily before reaching around until it hovered next to Eddie's mouth. "Hold this for me?"

[wheneverfeasible]

I think the greatest thing I’m proud of is calling Eddie Munson “master in the streets, puppet in the sheets” on a reply to another post and everyone including OP getting a kick out of it.

*in the tone of Captain Holt* VALIDATIOOOOOON!!

[decadentworld]

Another one. This time about Virgin Eddie. 18+ thoughts under the cut. Sub Bottom Eddie Munson/Dom Top Male Reader.

※ Work available only on Tumblr and under ArchiveOfOurOwn pseud of the same name (DecadentWorld). Do not repost, edit, or redistribute. Do not use for TikTok videos.

I am a Virgin Eddie Truther at heart.

Like... I know there’s the idea that Eddie can be at the very least be found cruising at some spots, but I digress. That boy is so much of a virgin to me. I believe he’s like, painfully virgin. Like, sex-less, kiss-less, holding-hands-less type of virgin. So it’s not a surprise that he’s awfully sensitive as well. And ticklish. So ticklish.

Eddie has a hair trigger. Anything as light as a soft caress will have him squirming in place. It’s never difficult for him to get hard. He could be just thinking about you and suddenly he’ll find himself rubbing his thighs together, which is enough for him to get hard. He’ll do the bare minimum, such as hump his pillow a minimum fraction, and imagine you taking his virginity, and all of a sudden he’ll be overstimulated, coming in his underwear, so hard he’ll almost black out.

You, his soon-to-be first in everything, exploit this to the maximum as well, loving the reactions you can pull out of him, and Eddie is just so mortified, because he thinks he’s being so exaggerated, feet shifting under his seat just because you suddenly decide to rub a thumb across his palm.

Oh, yeah. His hands and arms are so sensitive. Rubbing circles on his wrists will have him covering his blush with his hair. Gliding your fingers up his arms and up to his shoulders will give him a full-body shiver. Massaging his shoulders will have him crossing his legs.

Actually, just about every part of his body is extremely sensitive. Breathing down his nape has him scrambling to cover the tenting of his pants. Grabbing onto the inside of his thigh while you’re driving makes him hide a little whine behind his hand. Holding and caressing his waist will make him squeak, because he is ticklish after all and will almost have him laughing, even if it’s just a natural reaction to the arousal mingling in-between.

Venturing your hands across his torso gives you a similar, albeit stronger reaction; you have to press your hands harder against his chest or he’ll throw you off himself purely because he almost can’t stand it, can’t stand how sensitive he feels when you massage on his pecs, brushing against one remaining so, so sensitive nipple on one side, and an almost painful scar on the other side.

Kissing him has him grabbing at any part of you he can, already feeling himself tear up by the rawness of the feel. Kissing him with tongue has him moaning openly, muffled by your own mouth, almost sobbing by that point, because the simple act has him so hard, leaking like a fountain in his underwear, and it makes him so embarrassed because he knows you know, and—!

And of course you suddenly have to grab onto his ass while you kiss him with tongue, almost as if you’re fucking his mouth, so hard it almost hurts him, and he of course cums untouched while he openly sobs against your neck now.

[honeygloomed]

in the wings

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

“Steve Harrington is a simple man. He likes sports and beer and grilling when it’s too hot to wear a shirt. Fast cars and nice shoes. Pretty boys. One in particular.”

: ̗̀➛ steve harrington x eddie munson

: ̗̀➛ explicit

: ̗̀➛ 2.3k words & completed

: ̗̀➛ dom steve harrington, sub eddie munson, top steve harrington, bottom eddie munson, bdsm, blindfolds, spanking, objectification, established relationship, porn what plot/porn without plot

[meatmutt-nsfw]

just wanted to make a post that highlights my nsfw AO3 works from 2023-present:

• 2 Minutes to Midnight | Eddie Munson [bottom!Eddie X top!m!reader]

• Patrol Visits | Dick Grayson [Gotham Knights!bottom!Dick X top!m!reader]

• He is Kinda Girly | Leon Kennedy [RE2!bottom!Leon X straight?m!reader]

• Ten Seconds to Love | Eddie Munson [dom!Eddie X jock!reader]

• Devil's Child | Eddie Munson [bottom!Eddie X college student!m!top!reader]

[cuips-not-cute]

“Spit in my mouth,” Eddie says. They can’t kiss but maybe he can still taste.

“What?” Steve looks truly bewildered. “Spit in your—“

“Please?” Eddie says, too deep now to recover. “If it’s too freaky then, like—“

“No,” Steve considers, looks him up and down. “’S not freaky, you little weirdo. Freaky was you suckin’ on my underwear. This is just plain gross.”

Eddie’s cheeks burn a bright shade of red. He can see the flush on his nose, even, and then he stops looking there because Steve laughs at how his eyes have gone crossed.

“Forget it,” Eddie says, feeling a bit sick with how nicely shame wraps around him, heavy like a downy blanket. “Was a dumb idea.”

“I didn’t say that,” Steve’s fingers pinch, two sticky ones and a thumb, tugging at the skin of his nipple. They pinch and they pull, hard, and Eddie’s mouth drops open in a yelp, dick twitching against the meat of Steve’s ass and that’s when Steve, beautiful, clever Steve, takes his opportunity.

He spits.

from chapter 5 of my fic, blinking red light. click for subby eddie and angsty, sexy videotapes❤️

[steddie-luvr]

just thinking about how steve loves eating eddie’s pussy.

like most of the time, he doesn’t need to physically get off. just making eddie writhe and squirm and sob beneath him makes him happy.

he loves licking and kissing and slurping him, loves leaving finger-shaped bruises on his inner thighs and hips.

he loves hearing eddie’s whimpers and whines and groans and moans, loves hearing him cry out in absolute pleasure because of him.

he could eat him for hours if eddie would let him. loves when his pussy gets so wet and messy and sloppy with cum and spit and slick. he loves seeing his pussy get puffy and red from overuse.

eddie loves looking down between his thighs and seeing steve get lost in the pleasure of eating him. his eyes closed, mouth delving into the heat between his legs. he loves seeing how it physically affects him — face flushed, pupils blown wide, hard cock trapped in his pants.

yet, he never focuses on his own pleasure. it’s always about eddie and wanting to please him with his mouth, himself being a second thought.

most of the time, he grinds his hips into the mattress as he goes down on eddie, the mere thought and action of pleasing him and slurping him getting him off.

eddie winds his hands into steve’s hair, pushing his face even more into his pussy, — if that’s even possible — grinding his clit on the tip of steve’s nose. it’s always so good.

steve will moan and hum into his cunt, tongue laving up slick and spit and sweat and cum. he loves the taste of eddie, always has. loves making eye contact with eddie above him, loves seeing his face as he watches him eating him up like the last fucking supper.

if he could die between eddie’s legs, he would. he can’t find a better way to die. eddie’s addicting and he can concur that eddie feels the exact same way about him.

eddie loves when steve overstimulates him, makes him cum over and over and over. loves when his muscles are overused, skin sweat-slick, tear tracks on his face, thighs and legs shaking.

while steve just keeps going — eating. almost as if his mouth and face is sewn in between his legs.

after each time eddie cums, steve kisses all around his inner thighs and pubic bone, hands caressing him before making his way back to his priority.

after about the second or third time of steve eating him out for over an hour, eddie finally understood why all the girls of Hawkins were so head over heels for this man — why and how his reputation came to be.

it’s beautiful, really. both of them wanting the other to feel loved and cared for, wanting the other to feel euphoric.

Tags: @astrayeddie @eiddets @ineffableoutpost @stupid4steddie @steddie-steddie @steddiestains @munsonsleftnut

[klausinamarink]

Recapturing The Sunset

written for @subeddieweek | day 2: first times

“What should we do now?”

Eddie almost jumped in his seat. Steve was still staring out to the horizon. It was dark now, save for the faint blue colors at the bottom. More stars poked through, almost in resemblance to Steve’s moles. Eddie still couldn’t forget the abrupt dryness in his mouth when Steve had stood up and taken off his sweater at Lover’s Lake, his muscled and mole-decorated back exposed to Eddie’s homosexual eyes like the queer metal gods wanted to give Eddie a good moment in his life before the Upside Down advanced on him.

Eddie coughed in a vain attempt to distract himself from his mental tangent and the sudden discomfort in his jeans.

“Uhh,” he said smartly. 

read on ao3!

[stobinesque]

gilding the lily

For @steddiemicrofic challenge for August!

prompt: 'cake' | wc: 311 | rated: E

cws/tags: cockwarming, facials, group sex, "puppy" used as term of endearment

literally everything is below the cut because this is filthy from top-to-bottom. (Also Eddie is not explicitly transmasc in this, but it's intentionally ambiguous enough that he can be if you want 🥰)

"Steve, please."

"Please, what, baby?" Steve murmurs, breath hot on Eddie's skin.

"More," he begs on a broken whine. Steve is buried to the hilt inside him, but he isn't moving; the pads of his fingers ghost over Eddie's dick at a maddening pace.

Steve hums in his ear. "Gotta let our guests finish icing their cake before you can have any, honey. Otherwise, what kind of hosts would we be?"

Eddie keens, wiggling in Steve's lap. He's already got come leaking out of him, caked on his thighs from Frankie fucking him. His nipples are sticky and pebbled in the open air from the icing Jeff licked away from them earlier. 

There are still three of them waiting their turn, hands fisting over their cocks as they look at him like he's something they'd like to decorate and devour.

"You should give Gareth a hand, baby. Poor puppy's seconds away from blowing his load."

Gareth gasps, hand tightening on his length in a way Eddie would tease him for if he had any higher brain functioning left, and wasn't himself writhing on Steve's cock like a painted whore.

"C'mere, Gare," Eddie slurs, reaching out with grabby hands. Gareth stumbles forward, nearly tripping over his own feet. Eddie barely gives him time to right himself before swallowing him down in one go. 

Gareth yelps, and it's no time at all before he's gasping out a shaky "'m close." 

Steve fists a hand in Eddie's hair to pull him off, and Gareth's flies over his length in a blur.

"Steve, can I—?"

"Yeah, you can come on his face, puppy."

Eddie shuts his eyes, Gareth moans, and ropes of jizz stripe Eddie's face.

Steve's lips brush the curve of his ear, and over the slick sounds of Jonathan and Argyle making out to their left, he whispers, "Three down, two to go."

Steve version of this premise here!

[notobviouskass]

So I was thinking about something like Eddie appears barely conscious, crawling out of the upside down through Steve’s pool. Steve sees him because he can't sleep and is walking around his house when he hears the noise. Obviously Steve heals him and takes care of him daily, in the process they become a couple because Eddie is very cute and Steve is not blind. When Eddie is fine, Steve has become so possessive and is so scared of what they (the people and others) might do to Eddie that he doesn't tell anyone that he is alive (not even the party) and doesn't let him leave his house. And when he asks for leaving and Steve says “no” he looks at him with his big Bambi eyes like “ok but then don’t leave�� and obviously Steve stays because Eddie is pretty and hot and sexy and funny and a lot of things but mostly Eddie is his dirty little secret.

I’m sorry but I really think of Eddie like a precious bottom material and someone please write this so I don’t have to.

[youwillfindilluminating]

Steddie Recs: Virgin!Eddie, Bottom!Eddie, and Eddie coming in his pants 👍

a little underrehearsed by theamazingbard - 

1.6k. A short, sweet fic of Virgin!Eddie. He comes over to Steve’s, determined not to come in his pants this time and they give each other HJs. He also has a line about wanting to count and kiss all of Steve’s freckles.

(The precurser to this is a tumblr ficlet found here.)

  hands of loving - by kafkian - 

5k. SO HOT. Virgin!Eddie and Steve offering to help out for his first time. This is so fluffy and hot and perfect. Once it gets going, it’s so good.  Pretty much everything you want in a fic like this.

  don���t start (too late) - by Ark - 

6k.  A lovely fic about Eddie bottoming for the first time. Ark is the one that got me into this ship (according to my notes when I first bookmarked this) so it makes sense that this made the cut!  It’s just pure fluff and smut and I love it to pieces.

"Yeah," Eddie agrees, feeling dizzy. He’s full of Steve’s fingers and there’s starstuff in his blood. "Yes, please, that."

  listen closely by Adure -

3k. Three of Eddie’s first times with Steve. (Receiving a BJ, topping, and giving a BJ.)

"Just think about that place you like. The magical one."

"Magical one?"

"Y'know. To Margor."

"Oh, my god. You didn't just call it 'Margor'."

  edge of heaven by bdelaney - 

2k. YUM. This is a lovely fic of One-Minute-Munson being edged by Steve and it’s fluffy and hot!

  fear is fading fast by amiparanoidmuch (must be logged in to view) -

14k. I’m not gonna lie, I skipped to the end of this one just for the porn. I’m sure the rest is very good, but sometimes I’m not in the mood for all the setup and I’m weak!

This is very well-written, in-character, and super sweet. Virgin!Eddie. It’s so hot. And Eddie asking Steve to come on him will always make my brain explode.

"Look at you." He grabs Steve's hips, grinds up into him. "Fuck, if you knew what you did to me, Harrington. If you knew…"

Steve leans forward and grinds against Eddie. There's a brush of hardness against hardness, and God, Eddie isn't going to survive this.

  Fics where Eddie comes in his pants 💖:

that backseat afterglow - Adure - Stranger Things (TV 2016) [Archive of Our Own]

4k. This is…real, real hot. Steve gets a flat tire and the boys pick him up on their way when they’re helping Eddie move. There’s nowhere for him to sit except on Eddie’s lap. 👀

Steve feels him shift underneath him and he can't help it, whispers a quick "Fuck." and Eddie grips him a bit tighter. Possibly encouraged by Steve's own confusing reaction, how he's still leaning back against Eddie. Only startles slightly when he feels Eddie's dick flex and Steve didn't know it would feel like that against him and he swallows hard, wants to shift from side to side again.

  Roll for Orgasms by Agf.

4k. This is one of my favorite Steddie fics of all time. And there are so many great lines that just get you, and so many sweet and funny moments.

Technically Eddie comes in his pants in this, although there isn’t much detail about that part. Just a fantastic line at the end! And this is definitely more bottom!Steve, but it’s one of my favorite fics ever and I will rec it until the end of time.

“Been a while since you made me come in my pants like a goddamn teenager, Harrington.”

Steve has never knowingly done that, so the implication in Eddie’s words makes him scrub a hand over his face. “Don’t,” he says. “I can’t take any more. My dick is gonna actually fall off if you try and get it up again.”

   I wanna feel the heat with somebody by bdelaney - 

2.8k. A kind of AU where Eddie is invited to one of Steve’s parties as a drug dealer and Steve gets dared to give him a lap dance.

  These Dreams - IntoTheStardust - Stranger Things (TV 2016) [Archive of Our Own]

3.5k. Steve takes Eddie and the kids to San Diego for a con. ~And there was only one bed.~ The guys wake up in a compromising position and decide to do something about it. This technically counts as Eddie coming in his pants.

  never been kissed - Chapter 1 - Macellarius - Stranger Things (TV 2016) [Archive of Our Own]

26k. Virgin!Eddie with very confident and experienced Steve, but Steve is also in love and enamored with Eddie, so it’s super cute. Eddie loves that Steve can apparently lift him up, and Steve loves that he’s a virgin. There is thigh-riding and jizzing-in-pants in the first chapter.

The first chapter is really the only one I can really recommend. Steve is already a little over-confident in an OOC way in this and I don’t love the following chapters? Also, for some reason a lot of their dialog is in the same paragraph. Sometimes even the same sentence, which gets very confusing. But I think it happens more in the later chapters and not as much in the first one. Anyway, read the first chapter!

“You- you pick me up while we’re making out and think that’ll help me not cream my pants?” Eddie asks in disbelief, and Steve barks out a laugh.

“Maybe I want to make you cream your pants,” he responds, “that something you’d be into?”

  Related tags for future searching (and for the metadata of it all): Virgin Eddie Munson, Bottom Eddie Munson, Premature Ejaculation, Coming Untouched, Coming in Pants.

Thank you all for coming (ha) on this journey with me!

[decadentworld]

※ Sub Bottom Eddie Munson/Dom Top Steve Harrington.

※ 1,224 words.

※ Personal work (not request).

※ Both characters are canonically 18 or older.

※ Content & warnings: Daddy kink. Mating press. Virgin Eddie. Unnegotiated kinks (but they’re very into it). Very short fic.

Something something Eddie finally catching up to everyone treating Steve like the ‘mom’ friend in the group. And he’s amused. But secretly immensely supportive of Steve on this one.

Like, how couldn’t he be? He knows it’s gotta be exhausting at some point.

Dustin’s amused, “Okay, mom.”

Or Mike’s irritated, “You’re not my mom.”

He’d be rolling his eyes and snarking all the time. He’s impressed by Steve’s patience nowadays. So he decides to poke at it just a little bit.

“Oh, Harrington,” he sing-songs, stomach swooping hotly at the annoyed look on Steve’s face; he knows he can joke around with Steve. They’ve gotten sort of close after everything they’ve gone through.

Only, Eddie has no idea if Steve’s lingering looks are just a figment of his imagination.

The counter at Family Video kind of needs a cleaning, but Steve’s leaning on it anyway. “…I thought you had to pick the kids up today? After all, you’re like the mom of the group.”

“Jesus, dude. Not you too,” comes Steve flippant response. “It’s Billy’s turn. I’m making this a brat-free day.”

“Sooo, what I’m hearing is… Steve Harrington doesn’t like to be treated like a fretful mommy?”

“Would you cut it off?”, answers Steve, though it’s not an entirely mean response.

“Okaaay.”

To Steve, it sounds like that would be it, but nothing good ever comes out of that playful little smile of Eddie’s, because he’s absolutely not ready for what he says next:

“Then does that mean we have to call you Daddy?”

Oh, ha-ha. It must be so funny to Eddie, seeing that he can’t stop snickering behind his hands after saying this.

It’s not that funny to Steve, who just stills, turns around, and starts walking straight into the employee bathroom. All with the deepest blush Eddie’s ever seen on anyone. Oh. Eddie fucked up, didn’t he.

Robin comes out of her break. Sees Eddie, alone at the counter, now covering his mouth. He’s not laughing anymore.

“Oh my God.” She looks in the direction of the bathroom, knowing Steve must be there. “What did you say to him?”

“Nothing! Why do you think I said anything to him?”

She gives him the stink eye. Eddie just leaves.

Later in the evening, some time after a thorough play with himself with images of pretty boys and hairy chests and pink faces in his mind, Eddie receives an unexpected visitor in the form of Steve Harrington, on the steps of his trailer.

Neither of them are saying anything. Steve’s face is unreadable. It kind of makes Eddie want to bite his nails. But he lets him in, and closes the door behind him.

A tense silence takes over the place. That is, until…

“Can you— Can you say it again?”

The croak in Steve’s voice is somehow delicious to Eddie; it sounds like Steve’s throat is dry.

“Wh-What?” And he has to chuckle nervously. He feels the pull of his hand, wanting to take one lock of his hair to hide behind it.

“Today, you… you said something. Called me something. And…” Steve’s face is an enigma. He looks like he wants to flee at any second, but still keeps going. “I kind of haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.”

Oh, he’s got Eddie where he wants. He knows Eddie’s the queerest guy in town, but what he’s asking of him… Surely, this is just him taunting Eddie, is it not? A good old game of chicken between guys never hurt anyone.

But Eddie is weak.

Giving in to his impulse, knowing he’s probably sporting the darkest blush ever known to mankind, Eddie pulls on his own hair. Puts it in front of his face, covering everything but his eyes. And mutters:

“Daddy.”

The reaction is stronger this time. More visible, unconcealed. Something about the heavy breath Steve releases sounds, to Eddie, like a grunt, and he just has to avert his eyes.

“Louder.”

Now wide eyes return to Steve, pupils unable to stop widening from pleasure. Steve walks closer, and it’s Eddie’s instinct to take a step back in return, but he forces himself to stay where he is.

He gives in, like any weak man would.

“Daddy.”

It’s only slightly louder, and Steve comes even closer, until he’s in Eddie’s space. Takes Eddie’s hands in his, noticing the hitch in his breath as he’s forced to release his own hair.

Grabs his wrists. Puts them to his sides.

“Look at me when you say it.”

They’re sharing the same air. Eddie feels himself faint from it.

“Daddy.”

Steve closes what little space was left, making Eddie tremble and sag against him in his first kiss. Pushes Eddie back until his back collides with the wall next to his bedroom’s door, all the while giving Eddie a new succession of firsts: first kiss with tongue, first heavy petting, first dry humping. All until Eddie has to withdraw with the most erotic gasp Steve’s ever heard.

“You’re fucking unbelievable, you know?” Steve’s voice already has Eddie weak in the knees. A hand finds Eddie’s long hair and pulls, and Eddie’s so sure he’s already close. “A fucking brat.”

Eddie moans, pulls himself together long enough to say: “I’m sorry, Daddy.”

The big imprint of a cock against his pelvis tells him he’s not the only one affected. “Yeah, I bet you are. Teasing me in public like that. Bet you were looking for a spanking.”

There’s an obscene moan now, so loud Eddie has to hide in Steve’s neck from the embarrassment of being so needy. “Fuck me, Daddy.”

And a groan next to his ear carries a lot of promises.

Eddie loses his virginity to a man he calls Daddy in his trailer bedroom, music blasting as an afterthought to conceal the loud moaning he knows he won’t be able to quiet. Steve makes him cum an impossible three times in a row. Puts a twist on missionary that leaves Eddie’s insides so thoroughly fucked out he cums a first time, just from that. Makes Eddie ride him, aiding his trembling thighs by pushing up into Eddie, and as if that isn’t enough, spanks Eddie like he said he would, receiving a chestful of shaking, orgasming boy who somehow says he still can’t get enough, so he turns him around, puts him on all fours and presses his face into the pillow. Puts an arm around his windpipe. Envelops him so wholly it almost feels suffocating, pounds into him so hard Eddie would be screaming by this point if it weren’t for the small pressure against his throat, feet kicking to the sides of Steve’s legs on the bed. Makes Eddie cum a third and final and convulsing time as he too does.

“What the hell, Steve.” Robin points at something Steve can’t see on his neck. “Did you get mauled by an animal?”

Both Steve and Eddie blush in the gentle lighting of the Family Video store.

“Wait…” She looks between them two. “You.” She points at Eddie. “What did you say to him yesterday? And how did it lead to that?” And then, as if that wasn’t the most important thing to her, as if Eddie and Steve weren’t on the brink of passing out from embarrassment, Robin says: “Ugh. Great. I owe Billy five bucks.”

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