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Eddie Munson Bingo 2023 - A1 - Alpha Eddie & Steve Harrington Bingo 2023 - C1 - Beta/Omega Relationship - 'He's a teenager in love' - 02.09.2023

Here is my third drawing for the @eddiemunsonbingo and my fourth drawing for the @steveharringtonbingo

Eddie Munson Bingo 2023 : A2 - Whump / A3 - Didn't Know They Were Dating // B1 - "Chances of success are 20-1" / B2 - Free Space / B3 - Mating Ritual // C1 - Comforting Insecurity / C2 - Platonic Soulmates / C3 - Bakery AU

Steve Harrington Bingo 2023 : A1 - Haircut / A2 - "Am I so hard to love ?" / A3 - Genderfluid Character // B1 - Neighbors AU / B2 - Free Space / B3 - Nancy & Jonathan Make Steve Feel Special // C2 - Fuck or Die / C3 - Just Moved In

'He's a teenager in love' - Harringroveson - 02.09.2023

Flustered Alpha Eddie catching Beta Steve and Omega Billy kissing ❤️

Title based on 'Teenager in Love' by Neon Trees 😊

Done using watercolors, ink pens, metallic watercolors, colored pencils, gel pens, alcohol markers, metallic ink pen, acrylic paint pens and Photoshop for the title

AO3 post 1 / AO3 post 2 / DeviantArt post / Instagram post / Patreon post / Pillowfort post / Twitter post

Done using watercolors, ink pens, metallic watercolors, colored pencils, gel pens, alcohol markers, metallic ink pen and acrylic paint pens

AO3 post 1 / AO3 post 2 / DeviantArt post / Instagram post / Patreon post / Pillowfort post / Twitter post

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Steve Harrington Bingo 2023 - C3 - Just Moved In - 'New Start' - 01.09.2023

Third drawing for the @steveharringtonbingo

A1 - Haircut / A2 - "Am I so hard to love ?" / A3 - Genderfluid Character // B1 - Neighbors AU / B2 - Free Space / B3 - Nancy & Jonathan Make Steve Feel Special // C1 - Beta/Omega Relationship / C2 - Fuck or Die

'New Start' - 01.09.2023

Just older Steve carrying a box as he moves in with his boyfriend(s)

Done using watercolors, ink pens, colored pencils, gel pens, a metallic ink pen, alcohol markers, acrylic paint pens and Photoshop for the prompt title

AO3 post / DeviantArt post / Instagram post / Patreon post / Pillowfort post / Twitter post

Done using watercolors, ink pens, colored pencils, gel pens, a metallic ink pen, alcohol markers and acrylic paint pens

AO3 post / DeviantArt post / Instagram post / Patreon post / Pillowfort post / Twitter post

[steveharringtonbingo]

Just curious why this one closed early but not the Jargyle or Murray one? Is that a mess up on the lists and they are closed too or something else?

Hello! We've decided that we want to rework the bingos a little bit before we move further. As for Jargyle Bingo, it has a much smaller number of participants than Steve's and Eddie's, so we don't feel that it's necessary to end early. Murray Bingo is cancelled until further notice.

[steveharringtonbingo]

taking good care of you. steddie smut, 18+ only, minors dni, 4.2k

Steve wasn’t even ashamed of himself.

Sure, he could admit that maybe he should be, and true, stripping his lube-covered cock to thoughts of his best friend wasn’t something he was proud of. But laying on his back, staring up at his ceiling, he couldn’t bring himself to stop. It just felt wayyy too damn good.

He tried to push his mind towards other things. Things he probably should be thinking about. Boobs. Girls riding him. Long hair brushing his cheeks as she leaned over to kiss him. Maybe dark, curly hair— Fuck, he was thinking of Eddie again. That didn’t take long.

But thinking of Eddie’s face, those pretty brown eyes staring back at him, caused Steve’s dick to twitch in his hand, so really, he couldn’t be mad at himself.

Thump, thump, Ed-die, Ed-die. Steve’s heartbeat was pounding in his ears, and to his maybe over excited brain, it sounded like a pattern, a mantra that was Eddie’s name, sounding over and over again in his mind. 

The fire burning in his gut only grew with each beat of his heart and each thought of the unruly metalhead that, as of recently, had taken up permanent residence in Steve’s head.

He was so wrapped up in letting his fantasies of Eddie run fucking wild that he failed to hear the first thud against his door.

The mental image that currently held Steve’s focus was that of his friend sinking down onto his cock over and over. Hot and wet and soft– his walls would practically suck Steve inside of him, he thought. He’d hardly have to do any work, but Eddie would let him grasp his thighs, his ass, maybe he’d even get to rub him off while he was still seated, and he’d be saying Steve’s name— fuck, that’d be so hot. He couldn’t help panting just thinking about it. Fuck.

There was a soft thump again at the door, and suddenly, it swung open. Fuck. 

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, shit. 

It was Eddie. He bounced in with a smile, “Ste–” The word died on his lips as he took in the sight in front of him. “Oh, shit.” And then he froze. As in, not moving. As in, just stood there, not leaving— just…there.

“Shit!” Steve scrambled to pull the closest pillow over his lap, which thankfully was one of a normal size, not a throw pillow, so it provided full coverage from his friend’s stunned stare. “Shit, sorry, Eddie, um. I didn’t know you were here… Um.”

Steve didn’t know what else to say. Say something, he silently begged the boy in front of him.

Eddie threw his hand over his eyes, now somewhat unnecessarily, and then seemingly realizing that, slowly pulled his hand down. His face was bright red. His eyes nervously flicked back and forth between Steve and the floor, “Steve, um, I am so sorry. I thought you knew I was here. I mean, I knocked and called your name, and I thought you said mine back so…”

Steve’s face matched the shade that Eddie’s was in two seconds flat, his eyes wide with panic. Shit, he hadn’t actually said that out loud, had he? Not his friend’s name, aloud, jacking off, while said friend called to him from just outside the door? No… that couldn’t have happened. This couldn’t be happening.

Eddie trailed off as he appeared to have realized what he just said, his mouth gaping just a bit. “Umm. Wait, so you didn’t know I was here?”

Steve swallowed. He could lie to him, but 1) he hated lying to his friends, and 2) Eddie would see right through him. If he’d known Eddie was here, he wouldn’t have been jacking off, and frankly, there was no reason for him to be saying Eddie’s name in the middle of that,,, other than the truth. God, this was gonna fuck everything up. He just knew it, but he owed him his honesty. Especially after he’d seen all that.

Steve slowly shook his head. And then stared down at his hands fidgeting on top of his modesty pillow. 

“So, um,” Eddie scratched the back of his head and blinked like he couldn’t believe he was about to ask this question, “then why…? I swear I heard…”

“I said it,” Steve blurted out abruptly, mostly to have it over with and also because maybe some small part of him hoped that just maybe… But Eddie just looked startled. 

“Your name. I said your name,” Steve clarified. His face was still burning, and Eddie was still just standing there. It was fucking killing him— Steve felt like he was withering away even as they spoke.

“You…” Eddie nodded once slowly, processing. Steve chanced a glance at Eddie’s face, expecting to see something between confusion and anger, or maybe even disgust. Instead, he saw an expression he definitely hadn’t expected.

Eddie was smiling. That fucking unhinged, almost creepy, signature Eddie-Munson grin. He was also trying not to, but that grin was wild. It was raw, unfiltered emotion; though Steve couldn’t put a particular name to that emotion immediately. The corners of his mouth started to twitch, almost like…

“Are you laughing at me?” Steve demanded.

Now, Eddie laughed, “No, Stevie. I’m not laughing at you, it’s just— well, you look like you’re about to jump right outta your skin.”

“Well, yeah!” Steve defended, “you walked in on me with my dick out!” 

“And,” Eddie said with a triumphant smirk, “you said my name.”

Steve glared.

“Now, why was that again, big boy? I don’t think I ever got a reason.” Eddie traipsed over and plopped himself down on the bed, right up against Steve’s thigh. Steve looked at the wall, determined not to look at this lanky man who was apparently making fun of him in his own goddamned room.

But that lasted all of two seconds because Eddie reached up and gently turned Steve’s face back towards his own. Much to Steve’s horror, the gesture caused his dick to twitch once again— God, why did Eddie have to fucking look at him like that? He had never been more thankful for that pillow.

“Are you gonna tell me, hm?” Eddie asked him, much more softly now, maybe aware that he was walking onto unsteady ground. “Or am I gonna have to guess?” He rested his palm gently on Steve’s thigh, just below the pillow, and Steve gasped inwardly. Was Eddie really going there with this?

“Ummm,” Steve croaked, reeling from coming off first petrified, then indignant, to…something else. Intrigued? Confused? Shocked? Horny? Yeah, definitely still horny. 

Might as well tell him the truth, Steve decided. There was no point in denying it, especially since Eddie had already figured it out. Not that that had been hard to do. Steve rolled his eyes at himself inwardly. Stupid.

Before he could get another word out, Eddie cut in, his smug persona dipping for a second, revealing that he was, in true Eddie-fashion, about to vibrate out of his skin. 

“Were you, uh, thinking about me?” His brown eyes looked up at Steve earnestly for a second, before slowly dragging down Steve’s hair-covered chest. “Cause,” he rushed on, “if you were, I might offer to help you out.” 

Eddie said it almost like a question, but when Steve gave him a wide-eyed look and shifted uncomfortably, he smirked. 

Did Eddie really just say that to me? 

Shit. I should probably say something. 

Is he serious?

Steve’s internal monologue was having three different conversations all at once, his mind asking a thousand questions, but all he could manage to get out was, “Um. You— what?”

Eddie’s smirk faltered a little, “You can say no, Steve. I can walk out, and we can forget this ever happened. Or…”

He trailed off, and Steve’s mind once again raced trying to fill in the blank. No, he didn’t want Eddie to leave. Get a grip, Steve. 

“No, um, yes.”

Eddie smirk returned, “I don’t know what that means, Stevie.”

Steve huffed because Eddie’s shit-eating grin was getting old. At least, when it was at the expense of his own embarrassment. “I mean stay.”

“Stay and what?” Eddie raised an eyebrow as if he was still uncertain what Steve meant. 

“Eddie—”

“No, say it or I’m walking out,” Eddie took his hand off Steve’s thigh and placed it on the mattress as if he was about to stand to leave. 

Steve grabbed his wrist, glaring at him again, and gritted out, “Stay and—” he hesitated again, but only briefly, “help me.”

“Good enough,” Eddie hummed before surging forward and pulling his friend into a searing kiss. 

He kissed like Steve imagined he would. Or…maybe he didn’t. He started rough, all teeth and huffing breaths, but once Steve got over his initial shock and began to kiss him back, he slowed down a bit. Just as passionate as he’d started, only gentler, as if he were offering Steve the chance to take the lead. 

Steve was content to let Eddie guide him towards pleasure though. His dick had slightly deflated from the horror of being walked in on by the very object of his *ahem* affections, but had now fully recovered, and Steve could feel it straining against the pillow that was now pinned between him and Eddie.

He shifted slightly, and Eddie, noticing his movement, broke the kiss, a thin string of saliva still connecting them, to ask, “Mm, can I move this, baby?” His hand moved to the edge of the pillow as if to pull it away, but he didn’t, clearly waiting for Steve’s okay.

But Steve, whose brain had short circuited for a second at Eddie’s “baby,” didn’t answer immediately or even register what Eddie had said before the pet name, just nuzzled into the older boy’s cheek, inhaling the scent of his hair, weed and that cheap cologne he always wore. Eddie chuckled at Steve’s answer, or lack thereof.

“Stevie—” Eddie prompted softly, pulling back and smiling as Steve pouted at the loss of contact. “D’you want me to touch you or not?”

“Yes! Yes, god, Eds,” Steve nodded, reaching towards him as if he was worried Eddie would slip away, given the chance. “Please.”

“Okay, okay,” Eddie hushed him gently, leaning into him as he yanked the pillow out from in between them and straddled Steve’s thighs, “M’gonna, just had to make sure you’re okay. M’not going anywhere, shh.”

With the only barrier, save Eddie’s clothes, separating them gone, Steve was whining, the rough denim of Eddie’s jeans dragging against his bare cock. “S-sensitive,” he stuttered into Eddie’s neck.

“Already? Barely even touched you, sweetheart,” Eddie laughed, kissing his hair. “Now, tell me what you want.”

“Huh?” Steve’s face crinkled in confusion, his head tilted slightly. His brain was too foggy to think clearly. His breath came in pants, “What– whaddya mean?”

Eddie smirked fondly, “C’mon, I know how worked up you are. I don’t think you’ll last much longer, baby. So tell me how you want me to make you come. Or… were you wanting to do that yourself?”

Steve shook his head almost frantically, his big eyes gazing at Eddie, pleading,” N-no, want you to do it, please?”

“I said I would, pretty boy. Anything, you name it.”

Steve’s eyes got even bigger, “Anything?”

“Anything,” Eddie confirmed. He pushed his hips forward gently, his jeans once again brushing Steve’s dick. He shuddered at the touch and wrapped his fingers around Eddie’s belt loops, pulling him closer. His fingers wandered to the button and the zipper, and he looked up with the prettiest pout Eddie had ever seen, pupils blown wide with want. “Can I? Please?” He tugged at the waistband for emphasis, but didn’t move to undo anything until Eddie nodded.

“Go on, then,” Eddie quipped, not missing the subtle way Steve’s breath hitched at his command. Steve undid his pants with more dexterity than Eddie would’ve thought possible, with the way Steve was speaking. He looked positively fucked out, and they hadn’t even done more than kiss.

“Take ‘em off, please?” Steve pleaded, fingertips already wandering under the elastic of Eddie’s boxers. 

“Everything?” Eddie prompted, hoping Steve would continue pleading with those little whimpers and pouts of his. He wasn’t disappointed. Steve already looked nearly in tears with desperation when he nodded. Eddie obliged, standing and stripping completely, leaving them both totally bare to each other.

Eddie tugged the covers down a little from Steve’s lap, leaving himself enough room to kneel in between the younger boy’s legs. He settled on his knees, grinned, and then flung his arms out dramatically, “How do you want me, my king?” 

Steve didn’t know what to say. He felt way too flustered to even speak. Even Eddie’s dorky “King Steve” reference couldn’t dampen the fire he felt growing in his gut, just from seeing Eddie’s tattooed and naked form. He had imagined this before, but holy shit, the real thing was so much better. He didn’t wanna push Eddie’s limits though, so he stuttered out, “D-do you wanna blow me?”

“I would be happy to, baby, but you sound hesitant. Why don’t you tell me what it is you really want, hmm?” Eddie hooked a hand behind the boy’s neck, and as he bent to leave faint marks on the pale skin of his neck, Steve melted into his shoulder, letting out a broken sounding whine. Apparently he didn’t need much convincing. 

“Wanna— I wanna be inside you, Eds,” he cried, hot breath fanning across Eddie’s shoulder and neck. “Please, please, let me!”

“Ohh, there’s my sweet boy,” Eddie cooed as he wound his fingers up into Steve’s normally perfect hair. He scratched gently at the skin of his scalp, hoping that would help relax him a bit; though, Eddie would be lying if he said he didn’t think the sight of Steve nearly in tears, bucking his hips in desperation was the hottest thing he’d ever seen. “Let you be inside of me? That, I can do.”

Steve gasped, “Really? Cause you don’t have to if you don’t wanna, I know it’s a lot, maybe it’s too much to start? We don’t have to, I’m sorry, just—”

“Stevie, Stevie!” Eddie’s voice cut through Steve’s spiral. “First, I’m the one who said anything, and second, I was hoping you’d ask for that, cause honestly, you’re fucking massive, baby. Been dreaming about getting that thick cock inside me.” He dropped a reassuring kiss on Steve’s sweaty forehead and smiled as Steve visibly relaxed against him.

“Fuck. Fuck, Eds, I can’t believe—” Steve shook his head, looking adorably bewildered as to how he ended up in this position, when truthfully, Eddie was the shocked one. If someone had told him a year ago, he’d be going for a ride on King Steve’s infamous cock, he would’ve asked for a hit of whatever they’d been smoking. But here he was, and there Steve was, resting back against the headboard with this look in his eyes, like Eddie had hung the moon or something.

“C’mon, let’s get you comfortable, sweet boy,” Eddie backed up on his knees, grabbing Steve’s pretty thighs, giving him a few meaningful tugs to coax him towards where he wanted him. Steve got the idea, and soon, with Eddie’s help, he was lying flat on his back with just his head resting on the soft pillows. 

“Perfect, you’re doing so good for me,” Eddie told him as he straddled his stomach once again, his knees supporting all his weight so that his ass just hovered right over Steve’s impressive length. His cock would’ve been standing straight up, but the sheer weight and girth of it didn’t allow for it. Eddie’s, however, being thinner, stood straight out, waving with every little movement he made, and Steve was obviously transfixed. His eyes followed its every move, and Eddie chuckled at the awed look in his eyes, “Like what you see?”

Steve tore his eyes away from Eddie cock and up to his face to answer him, “Uh-huh, uh, a lot. Can I?” He inclined his head towards it, his hands making a grabby motion, but not yet touching.

“Well,” Eddie reached for the lube that Steve had conveniently left on his bedside table, and flicked the cap open, reaching behind to start opening himself up, “of course, you can, sweetheart. So perfect for asking me. Why don’t you make me feel good while I get all ready for you?”

“Oh,” Steve said, doing as Eddie asked and wrapping his fingers around his length, “d’ya need me to– y’know, help you?”

“That’s okay, I may have already opened myself up a bit this morning, and who knows? Maybe I was thinking of you as I did it,” Eddie winked, smirking as Steve managed to look even more awed than before. He loved the effect he had on the boy, and having this power over him was definitely giving him a slight ego.

“Shit, that’s so fucking hot,” Steve moaned, throwing his head back on the pillows and still obediently pumping Eddie’s shaft, whined, “Want you please, let me, I need you so fucking bad, Eddie—”

And Eddie, hissing as Steve’s grip tightened on him, pressed his non-lubed up hand on Steve’s chest, bracing himself. He grabbed Steve’s shaft and lined up, the tip catching on his rim as he rubbed it against himself. Steve let out a choked noise, but angel that he was, kept still; though his big eyes pleaded with Eddie to hurry.

“S’alright, I gotcha, big boy. Just— gimme a second to adjust, mkay?”

Steve nodded, hands resting briefly on Eddie’s thighs, allowing him to concentrate on the feeling of the ring of muscle stretching over the thick head. Eddie placed both hands on Steve’s chest, fingers winding gently into the hair there as he braced for the pain of the stretch. It hurt, but not too much thanks to Eddie’s earlier tryst with himself, and gradually, the pain began to morph into pleasure.

“Fuuuuckkk,” Eddie moaned as he sank down onto Steve’s length until he was fully seated. He let himself rest for a minute, his weight sagging onto the hips of the boy now panting harder underneath him, every huff of air coming out higher-pitched than the one before. Steve looked like a fucking wet dream, sweaty hair plastered to his forehead and chest heaving as he pouted up at Eddie to “move, please, I–I can’t—”

Eddie felt the pain subside completely, and he was about to ride the former jock off into the sunset, when he remembered the whimpers Steve had let out every time he’d praised him or given him an order. “What, baby?”

Steve stuttered out some variation of his previous request, but Eddie just leaned down to his ear, taunting, “I don’t know what you said, Stevie. Now, be a good boy, and use your words f’me.”

Steve’s eyebrows shot up in a mixture of shock. He tipped his head back into the pillow, moaning, and Eddie swore he felt his dick kick inside of him. He managed a shaky, “Please, Eddie, need you to move, please. Please let me feel you?”

“That’s my boy,” Eddie cooed, using his thumb to wipe away some moisture under Steve’s eye. “Hang on, baby, I’m about to make you feel so good.”

He sat up straight and began to move up and down. Slowly at first, then gradually building a pace that had Steve’s toes curling.

“Uh, uh, uh,” Steve chanted as Eddie slammed down on his cock over and over again. Eddie reached behind him, gripping the top of the headboard and using it as leverage to increase his speed. Steve moaned pitifully underneath him. His lips were bitten red and shiny from how much he’d been licking them.

That sound. Steve’s moans had Eddie harder than he’d thought possible, and truthfully, he’d been hard since he’d accidentally walked in on Steve with his dick in his hand. The same dick that was now overwhelming his senses. He was so big, and with the drag of it along his walls and the sight of his friend lost in pleasure, it was taking every ounce of self-control he had to appear as collected as he did. So he gritted his teeth, pumping his own aching cock to relieve some of the pressure, and forbade himself from coming.

And it was worth it to watch as Steve fell apart.

Eddie's thighs burned, and he shifted from the up and down motion to grinding, rolling his hips. With the shift in angle, Steve was nailing that spot inside him that Eddie had only found a few times on his own, and suddenly, he was seeing stars. 

“Fuckfuckfuck–” he cried, nearly losing his composure completely. “Right there, Steve, right there, baby! Shit, that’s so good. Almost made me come.”

When he looked into Steve’s face, he saw a plethora of emotions. The desperation and need for him was still there, but this time he found a bit of determination in the boy’s watery eyes.

Steve placed his hands on Eddie’s hips and breathing hard, said in a raspy, nearly broken voice, “God, please let me make you come, Eds. I swear I’ll do good, please say I can!” Tears slipped out from the corners of his eyes and ran down to the pillows as he begged, pleaded, with Eddie to allow him to help.

And who was Eddie to deny him? Especially looking like that.

“Show me what you got, big boy,” Eddie released the headboard and leaned back, supported by Steve’s bent knees. He stroked his cock, thumb swiping over the tip, and used his own pre-come as lube.

Steve nodded, gripping Eddie’s hips so tightly Eddie thought he might leave little fingerprint bruises. Steve pushed up on his feet and set his own pace, fucking up into Eddie’s heat with such speed and accuracy, Eddie knew he was done for. He’d wanted Steve to come first, himself be damned, but if Steve was so insistent on needing Eddie to finish first…well, again, who was Eddie to deny him?

“Steve!” Eddie practically screamed his name. “Yes, baby, right fucking there! Doing so, so good. Gonna make me come— ah, don’t stop!”

And Steve didn’t stop. Beads of sweat dripped down his forehead, and he was now fully in tears for how good it felt, but he could feel Eddie tightening around him. He knew that’s how he wanted to come— with Eddie squeezing and tightening around him. “Yeah? Yeah, please, Eddie, want you to come so bad!”

Steve watched as Eddie’s face scrunched up, and he gasped, hand still flying on his cock, “Ah! Ah, I’m coming, I’m coming, fuuuckkkk—” White ropes shot from his tip landing all over his hand, and Steve’s chest. His muscles were squeezing Steve like a fucking vice, and it was all Steve could do to ask first.

“That’s it, fuck, Eds. I needa— shit, can I come, like ins—” He hadn’t even finished the question before Eddie was nodding frantically, his muscles still constricting with pleasure.

“Fuck, yeah, do it, baby.” Given Eddie’s consent, Steve let go.

He let out a guttural moan as his balls seized up, and he released immediately, shooting white-hot stripes that made every slight movement clear and loud with obscenely wet sounds. Steve threw his head back, eyes shut tight, just feeling. For a moment, it was only him and Eddie, Eddie, Eddie. 

He must’ve said it out loud because Eddie praised him in a voice rougher than normal, “That’s right, Stevie. Say my fucking name, baby.” 

Steve cried as the pulsing of his cock began to slow, rhythmically pushing out the last drops of come he had to offer. His body sagged into the mattress, fully exhausted; though he lifted his head to watch Eddie push up on his knees. There was a creamy white ring at the base of Steve’s cock, and he watched his own come drip and ooze from Eddie’s entrance as he gently slipped out. The sight could’ve made him hard again, if he wasn’t so damn tired.

Eddie slipped off of him, rolling and laying down beside him. Steve let his head fall sideways to see him, eyes already starting to close, but he fought off the sleepiness until after Eddie had pushed his hair back from his damp forehead and cleaned the come and lube off of his chest and softening dick with the discarded hellfire shirt. Eddie lifted his own hips, cleaning himself up as best he could, before chucking the shirt onto the floor. 

“Did that just happen?” Steve asked sleepily, looking so adorably fucked-out that Eddie could’ve spent the next hour fussing over him. 

“Mm-hmm,” Eddie smiled softly, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead and then his lips. 

“Eddie?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Um, I like you,” Steve’s eyelids closed as he waited for Eddie’s response.

“No shit,” Eddie teased softly, without an ounce of malice in his voice. “I like you, too, Stevie. Now, c’mere,” He ushered him into his open arms, Steve’s back pressed to Eddie’s chest, “let’s talk about that when you’re not so sleepy, hmm?”

Steve nodded, and though he couldn’t see it, Eddie could feel him smiling as he let himself drift off. 

Eddie buried his nose in the boy’s hair, and let the scent of shampoo and Steve lull him to sleep.

written for @steveharringtonbingo and @eddiemunsonbingo

squares filled: C1 for Steve: "Help me." ; A3 for Eddie "topping from the bottom

title: taking good care of you

rating: explicit

word count: 4.2k

ship: steddie (steve harrington x eddie munson)

tags/warnings: smut, masturbation, penetrative sex, dirty talk, topping from the bottom!eddie, subby!steve, fluffy stuff, totally unbeta'd

summary: It's bad enough that Steve is thinking about Eddie while jacking off. He isn't expecting Eddie to walk in and offer his help.

ao3 | masterlist

tags (join or edit here):

forevers: @hintsofhoney  @deanwanddamons @katelyn--renee @lassie-bird @jensengirl83 @superfanficnatural @wayward-dreamer @that-one-gay-girl @writercole @flamencodiva @elenavampire21

stranger things: @lukearsehemmings @mooffinss @rosecentury @alexxavicry

steve harrington: @hcloangcls @dixontardis @b-e-e-04

eddie munson: @wherezavery @thatkattdraws

[steveharringtonbingo]

Save a Horse

Written for @steveharringtonbingo

Square & Prompt: A1, Cowboy AU

Title: Save a Horse

Rating: E

Word Count: 3676

Ship(s): Steve Harrington/Gareth/Jeff/Eddie Munson/Unnamed Freak

Major Tags: Orgy, Fivesome M/M/M/M/M

Additional Tags: Riding, Bondage, Photography, Roadie Steve Harrington, Unnamed Freak is Named Frankie

Summary:

Steve has some ideas for a more... intimate photoshoot after Corroded Coffin finishes some promotional work for their newest album. Or, an orgy on the tour bus with Steve behind a Polaroid camera.

Link, if full work is posted elsewhere: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49823254

[steveharringtonbingo]

A fill for @steveharringtonbingo Card 1

Square: C2 - Getting Drunk/High Together

Title: Bathtub Pity Party for Two

Rating: Teen and Up

Word Count: 5,207

Ship(s): Harringroveson, Established Perkingham, Chrissy Cunningham/Carol Perkins/Robin Buckley

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - No Upside Down (Stranger Things), Everybody Lives, House Party, Drinking, Drinking & Talking, Lesbian Robin Buckley, Bisexual Steve Harrington. Kissing, Platonic Kissing, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington Are Best Friends, Crushes, Hangover, Getting Together

Summary: Steve wants a kiss, Robin just wants to shut him up.

Bathtub Pity Party for Two 

Robin is sitting in the bathroom with a bottle of booze and a chaser between her legs at some party she had not really wanted to go to. Yes it had been her idea to come but not for the loud music and grinding bodies. She came because her crushes are here. What a mistake!

Someone shakes the door, it is not locked but it does stick. "Occupied!" She yells in hopes of discouraging anyone from coming in and spoiling her solo pity party. She is not looking to move and she has no desire to see anyone on puke, piss, or worse. She does not need to see any hairy ass jock trying to get it up.

Speaking of hairy jocks, or is it former jock now? Steve ignores her warning and shoulders his way into the bathroom. His face lights up when it lands on her and he slams the door shut behind him. He clicks the lock but it does a one eighty rendering it useless.

"Robin!" Steve grins eyes a little glassy as he slides over, more grace than she has when she has been drinking as he folds himself into the bathtub next to her.

"Hey dingus." Robin takes a gulp of coke from the two liter she grabbed in a hurry down stairs before following it with a sip from the bottle of vodka she also grabbed. She had been aiming for the rum but she was in a hurry to get out of there and find some place to hide. At least it wasn't the crown she grabbed; she cannot stand the stuff since she spent a night puking it up at her cousin's birthday party last year.

Steve makes grabby hands at her and she offers him both, he only takes the vodka downing a big swig before he makes big sad puppy eyes at her. “I’m sad.” She nods as he takes another swig, she is a little sad herself hence the bathtub pity party.

She is taking a sip of the coke when he broaches, "I think we should try kissing." Predictably she chokes, coke coming out of her nostrils and burning. “Just once." Steve says as if that is the issue and not kissing him at all, patting her back as she keeps coughing.

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Square: B3 - To Shaky To Stand

Title: Bury The Hatchet

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 5,487

Ship(s): CorrodedKing (Corroded Coffin/Steve Harrington)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Slutty Steve Harrington, Gangbang, Blow Jobs, Multiple Partners, Voyeurism, Anal Sex, Barebacking, Wet & Messy, Multiple Orgasms, Holding Hands, Rimming, Felching, Come Eating, Bottom Steve Harrington

Summary: Eddie thinks it's time to introduce Steve to the band. It goes far better than he could have ever hoped for.

Bury the Hatchet

Dragging Steve to band practice turns out to be a terrible idea. Eddie thought it would be okay, Steve has got that gaggle of kids who all love him. Dustin especially makes it hard to hate the guy and one Eddie got to know him well how anyone can hate the guy is beyond him. Now that they are friends, more than friends by Eddie’s standard but he is not sure what Steve’s are. Regardless he thought it was time Steve met his other friends.

He debated who first, the band or the rest of the hellfire club and as the band is actually part of the club so Eddie figured going with his band first would make it easier to keep the peace. Jeff and Benjamin aka freak have been more welcoming or at least not outright hostile. Gareth on the other hand has been making rude comments from the get go, getting worse by the minute.

Eddie is pretty sure he is going to have to step in. Sure Steve was a prissy little bitch in high school but as far as he knows he never really strayed into their territory. Don’t venture near King Steve and you never register on his radar so most of hell fire outside of Eddie who has a knack for pissing off jocks never actually crossed his path.

Hell Eddie never really did either despite his usual shenanigans during lunch. Steve was always too busy coddling Tommy and Carol and trading portions of his lunch with them. The most contact Eddie had with him was the time he fell on his face in the cafeteria and Tommy tossed his jacket over him so that Steve could walk over the mess in mock chivalry. If anyone deserved all the ire it is Tommy Hagan.

So really if anyone should be holding a grudge it is Eddie not Gareth but he is the one practically spitting as he makes a comment about Steve’s hair. Eddie goes tense waiting for the killing blow from Steve. He can be an absolute bitch about his hair. This is going to go from a failure to a spectacular failure in a matter of moments he can feel it. As soon as Steve opens his mouth bombs are going to go off and he is never going to get them all on a friendly page. There goes his dreams of being more than friends with Steve.

Steve goes tight, mouth clenched as a complicated play of emotions slid over his face. Eddie is not the only one holding his breath waiting for the fall out, even Gareth has wilted a little sensing the coming danger.

Steve's eyes flutter closed for one long moment, dark lashes fanned over pale spotted cheeks. There are a few deep breaths before he shakes himself out and his eyes flutter open. He still looks ready to bite but what comes out of his mouth is a surprise to all of them, "What do I have to do to get you to get over who I was in high school?" King Steve really has changed more than even Eddie thought; this might be salvageable after all.

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Square: A3 - Fireworks

Title: The Whale and The Danio

Rating: General

Word Count: 2,314

Ship(s): Harringrove

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Merpeople, Merman Steve Harrington, Fireworks, Size Difference, Biting, Merman Billy Hargrove, Protective Billy Hargrove

Summary: Steve looses his school, Billy finds him. Aka Whale Mer Billy and Tiny Mer Steve

The Whale and The Danio

Steve is swimming around minding his own business, looking for his school, the mers he has been with since he was barely big enough to fight the river current. He got separated from the other, he saw a pretty shiny bit on a rock and went to investigate, just a piece of sea glass catching the sun when it had still been up, and then they were all gone, it had been so fast though, he is sure he did not linger too long but they were gone when he swam back to where he last was with them.

It has been a while now, the sun disappearing and darkness taking its place, the only light the moon rippling from above the water. It has been too long and he is starting to worry they are not coming back for him. There are so many tunnels, too many to search and he is sure to become even more lost if he tries. All he can do is hope someone has noticed. That someone will swim back for him. It sits hollow in his tummy as he kicks his tail fin and continues to search for any signs close by.

There is more salt in the water here than he is used to. He does not think they have traveled to this pond before. Closer to the ocean that he has ever been. He is curious but never been to it, more predators live out that way.

Steve startles shaking when suddenly a loud thundering boom he has never heard before comes from the surface, as it goes quiet bright colors burst in the sky, the glow reaching to his depths and lighting up the water around him. He swivels his head around checking, disappointed to still find no one insight. Not anyone from his school or even another species of mer around as far as he can see. No sign that anyone is coming back for him but he holds out hope.

Another boom comes from above accompanied by green light this time, up the water around him once more. It is not coming down this far, is not penetrating the surface like some things from above do and after a few more loud booms it does not scare him as much. He shifts floating on his back tail flicking lazily, the dark blue of it almost looking black in the light, his spots nearly glowing as they take on a green hue. It is pretty whatever it is. He still does not like the noise vibrating through the water but the lights themselves are nice to look at.

It all goes dark for a long few minutes, the light fading out leaving nothing but a sliver of the moon visible. Steve floats, tensing when the next boom comes and colors light the water again. They do not reach Steve this time, something massive swimming right over him blocking the light from coming to him.

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Kilts and Dresses Part 2

A fill for @steveharringtonbingo Card 1

Square: C1 - Crossdressing

Title: Kilts and Dresses

Rating: Explicate

Word Count: 6492

Ship(s): Steve Harrington x Kilt Guy

Additional Tags: Tina's Halloween Bash (Stranger Things), House Party, Drinking, Semi-Public Sex, Blow Jobs, Public Blow Jobs, Face-Fucking, Come Swallowing, Coming Untouched, Coming In Pants, Voyeurism, Getting Back Together, Crossdressing, This Is Awakening Some Things, Rimming, Intercrural Sex, Wet & Messy, Hand Jobs       

Summary: Part 2 where Kenneth gets Steve in a dress and then gets under it.

Kilts and Dresses Part 2 - It’s Not A Skirt but It’ll Do

Steve barely has his coat and shoes off before Kenneth is on him. Laughing as Kenneth grabs him, arm sliding under his ass tossing him over his shoulder in a fireman's carry. Even if the jaunt up the stairs is a little jarring, a shoulder pressing uncomfortably into his ribs he does not care. He missed this too much to complain.

Instead of heading right at the top of the stairs and heading to Steve’s room, Kenneth goes left leaving him confused until he is walked through the double doors to his parents’ bedroom. This will not be the first time they have messed around in here, his parents gone so much that hardly any of the house is untouched by Steve’s libido.  It is when they leave the bedroom and enter the walk in closet that he gets confused all over again.

Kenneth finally sets him down when he is in front of the large plush ottoman Steve used to sit on when he was little watching his mother get ready. It is also not the first time they have been in this closet together but they do not need to hide from anyone right now.

“What are we doing in here?” Steve cocks his head as he sits on the ottoman watching Kenneth as he moves over to the racks of expensive clothing, hands tracking over various garments of soft textures. 

Kenneth looks at Steve over his shoulder. “Told you I want to get up under your skirt. I know your moms got all kinds of silky soft stuff in here.” Something he knows from a dinner party for the swim team Steve’s parents threw before he got with Nancy. Fond memories of the two of them hiding behind the rack, still making out like horny teenagers as Steve’s parents had a tiff about some mistress unaware of the two boys close by.

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Square: A1 - Bound & Gagged

Title: He's Got The Spirit

Rating: Explicate

Word Count: 3602

Ship(s): Harringrove

Additional Tags: Crossdressing, Uniform Kink, Frottage, Praise Kink, Light Dom/sub,Bondage, Name-Calling, degradation kink, Blow Jobs, Face-Fucking, Spanking, Gags, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Barebacking, Wet & Messy, Creampie

Summary: Billy Hargrove shows up to a party in a stolen cheerleader uniform and Steve is so, so thirsty. Those tall cheer socks get put to good use.

He’s Got The Spirit

“What are you wearing?” Steve chokes out, coughing as his cheeks go ruddy. He is staring, no way of hiding it, mouth parted in a pink o as his eyes try and escape for an even closer look.

Billy Hargrove showing up in a Hawkins high cheerleader uniform should cause more commotion than the few catcalls it gets him. Steve does not understand how everyone else is acting so normal about this. How they are not transfixed by the stretch of the white and green top over his pecs, the high skirt brushing the tops of his thighs, the hot pants the only thing keeping him from just showing it all at any given moment. He even has his hair pulled up in the typical high pony, the scrunchie matching the rest of the uniform, a few stray curls frame his face. Steve decides that everyone else must have gone blind, or are just too stupid to admire Billy Hargrove in all of his uniformed glory.

“You trying to tell me you’ve never seen the uniform this close before?” Billy asks, lips pinker than normal. Steve can’t help wondering what type of lip gloss he is wearing. It is definitely there, his lips are not usually that shiny. He wants to taste it.

Steve remembers Billy spoke when a plain white shoe, old and scuffed taps his foot as he cocks his hip out. It draws Steve’s eyes down to the thigh high socks, a revelation of thick thighs threatening to burst free. Have Billy’s thighs always looked that thick? Steve does not think so but maybe he has never paid them enough attention. Now all he wants to do is get his face between them.

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Steve Harrington Bingo 2023 - B3 - Nancy & Jonathan Make Steve Feel Special - 'Oh Sweetheart' - 19.08.2023

Second drawing for the @steveharringtonbingo

'Oh Sweetheart' - Stoncy - 19.08.2023

Just a soft moment with Nancy and Johnathan worshipping Steve's body

Done using watercolors, a metallic watercolor, ink pens, colored pencils, gel pens, alcohol markers, acrylic paint pens and Photoshop for the prompt title

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Done using watercolors, a metallic watercolor, ink pens, colored pencils, gel pens, alcohol markers, acrylic paint pens

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He's All That

Rated T - 4,768 words - 1/? chapters published - No Archive Warnings Apply - Written by me, image by @maikaartwork

It started when Nancy broke up with him. In hindsight, Steve maybe should have known better than to listen to Tommy at a time like this.

“Come on, man, you’re better off this way,” Tommy insisted as he leaned against Steve's locker. “I mean Wheeler’s cute and all, but she almost destroyed your popularity. Where’s the old king of the keg stand? Where’s Mr. Funny Guy who has a joke at every teacher’s expense? I’ve missed you, dude. You straightened up too much for her. It’s time to let loose, prove you’re still you.”

“Shut up.” Steve rolled his eyes. “I haven’t lost my popularity. I can absolutely still rule these halls.”

“Oh yeah?” The gleam in Tommy’s eyes should have been a warning sign. Instead it was a point of interest. “What if I made you a bet? I can prove you’re slipping.”

“You can’t,” Steve shot back. “I’m not. I’m popular enough to make anyone else popular too. Nancy’s social cred shot up when I started dating her.”

“Is that the angle you want to take?” Tommy asked. “Sure, we can do that. You can make anyone popular? How popular?”

“Top of the food chain,” Steve shot back, running a hand through his hair. He paused to grin at a couple of girls walking past, and they both giggled. He totally still had it. King Steve hadn’t gone anywhere.

“Prom court?”

Steve’s eyes snapped back to Tommy. “With a crown.”

“Perfect!” Tommy spun around, looking around them. “But I pick the target.”

“You don’t have to refer to her like that,” Steve said with a sigh. “She’ll be Carol’s new best friend in a matter of weeks.”

“Not her,” Tommy said, and Steve froze at the giant smile spreading over his face. “Him.”

“Him?” he repeated, whirling around to see who Tommy was looking at. “No way. Not possible. Dealing with a weird personality would be one thing, but scary and inaccessible? No can do. Besides, I thought you’d pick a chick. Dating someone is how I can make them popular. At very least, I figured you’d pick someone like Robin. What the hell am I supposed to do with Eddie Munson?”

“Like I was about to pick your band geek weirdo,” Tommy scoffed. “She’s weird, but she’s hot. That would be too easy. No, I want you to have a challenge. You don’t get to use dating you as the social cred they’re building.” He took a step forward into Steve’s space. “You said you’re up for it. You’re not giving up already, are you?”

Steve huffed, staring at Munson. As though he felt their eyes, Eddie looked up. He took taken aback for a moment, then glared before stomping away.

“I’m not giving up,” Steve said, “but it might be a little more difficult than anticipated.”

“Hey, you have months,” Tommy said with fake optimism. “I’m sure he’ll be the kind your band geek can take home to Mom in no time.”

Later that day, Steve realized he’d need help.

As much as Steve was loath to rely on someone else so quickly into the bet, he did need backup. He needed someone with a less biased opinion of Munson to help him figure out how to even approach the guy. If he went right now, Steve figured he’d get punched or at least laughed at. He needed a way in.

“Why are you asking me about Eddie?” Robin pressed her lips together and surveyed him carefully.

Steve shrugged and tried to look casual. “I don’t know. I guess I’ve never stopped to really consider him before. He seems like an interesting guy.”

“Not really your type of interesting,” Robin pointed out.

Steve rolled his eyes. “What? I’m not allowed to ask questions about people who don’t play sports?”

“Or wear short skirts,” she shot back. “Something you’re trying to tell me here, Harrington?”

“What?” Steve sputtered. He didn’t want to sound offended by the question, not when Robin had trusted him enough to tell him about herself. “I’m not… Even if I was, Eddie wouldn’t be my type.”

“What would your type be? Tommy Boy? I bet he’d say yes if you asked real nicely.”

Steve sighed, resting his hands on his hips. “Look, if this is a ploy to change the subject, it’s not going to work. Seriously, Robin, what’s his deal? I mean obviously he’s been around, but he’s never really been on my radar before. Plus, I figured you’d have a better understanding of him than anyone else I hang out with. I don’t think Tommy’s ever interacted with him outside buying pot for my parties.”

“You make your friends sound like such winning people,” she said dryly, but his argument must have worked from the way Robin sighed and stood up straight. “Fine, you want to know about Eddie? I’ll tell you what I can, but I don’t know how helpful I can actually be. We’re not friends or anything. He’s in band. Plays percussion—and guitar when we have a jazzier piece that needs it. That’s the only reason I know him really, but we have some friends in common. He runs Hellfire, so like, your little dweebs would probably love him.”

At the blank look on Steve’s face, Robin added, “It’s a Dungeons and Dragons club. You know, the game they play?”

“I know they play it,” Steve said, maybe a tad too defensively. “I guess I didn’t realize the school had a club for it.” At least that explained the shirt the dude wore all the time. “What’s with his look? I have never seen anyone wear a leather jacket year round the way he does.”

Robin shrugged. “I think it’s a music thing. Punk or whatever. You done with the twenty questions yet?”

Steve rubbed the back of his head as he said, “Yeah, I guess.”

“Good,” she said. “What’d you get on the test for Click? I swear if you got below an 80% with the way we studied…”

It was easy to let Robin pull him to other subjects. He really did enjoy hanging out with her—way more than he liked spending time with Tommy and Carol these days if Steve was completely honest with himself. Besides, she’d given him more than enough to work with hopefully. Dungeons and Dragons seemed like the best way in. He could use the excuse of asking for the sake of the kids next year, get Eddie talking about that, and take things from there. He could steer the conversation once it was started.

And he did have to start. Steve absolutely had his work cut out for him, so the sooner they got started, the more dramatic a transformation Eddie could make.

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Steve Harrington Bingo 2023 - A3 - Genderfluid Character & Eddie Munson Bingo 2023 - B2 - Free Space - 'Pretty Darlings' - 08.08.2023

Here is my first drawing for both the @steveharringtonbingo and the @eddiemunsonbingo ^^

'Pretty Darlings' - Steddie - 08.08.2023

I had this idea for Steve's outfit from the get-go and decided to combine it with the one of Eddie wearing a skirt and some fishnets that popped into my head for the 'Free Space' prompt for the Eddie Munson Bingo ^^

Done using watercolors, ink pens, colored pencils, graphite pencils, gel pens, alcohol markers and acrylic paint pens and Photoshop for the title

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Done using watercolors, ink pens, colored pencils, graphite pencils, gel pens, alcohol markers and acrylic paint pens

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So Roll the Highlights

This is a prompt fill for the @eddiemunsonbingo and @steveharringtonbingo

Eddie Square & Prompt: A1 - "I was rage. I was a child."

Steve Square & Prompt: B3 - Superhero AU

Rating: T

Word Count: 2,405

Ship(s): Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Gareth/Will Byers

Major Tags: No Archive Warnings Apply

Additional Tags: Dungeons & Dragons, Slice of Life, Established Relationship

Summary: Eddie knew it would take a unique game to get Steve to do an rpg with them. If he wanted superheroes, Eddie would give him superheroes.

Fic: (AO3)

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Are the other bingos getting a similar treatment, or is it just this one?

Hello,

Currently the new end dates for the Steve and Eddie Bingos are September 2, 2023 to match the end of our Billy Bingo. The last day to post your masterlists is September 9.

Jargyle and Robin Bingos are continuing as normal. Beyond these, no new bingos will open from us this year while we discuss how to go forward.

Thank you <3

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Hey, I signed up (as Kirby) and got a confirmation email but it’s been a few days now and I haven’t received my bingo card. Not trying to be a pest, just wanna make sure I’m not missing anything!

Hello!

All cards were just sent out, so check your email! So sorry for the delay--thank you for checking in! <3

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Hello, everyone!

We wanted to provide an update on our plan. Us as mods have decided to end this bingo round early, so the new end date is September 2nd. That means the schedule will look as follows:

Fills Due: September 2nd, 2023

Masterlists Due: September 9th, 2023

Badges Go Out: September 23rd, 2023