#eddie is just as kinky

[wormdebut]

WALK HIM LIKE A DOG

@hellion-child you did this. Inspired by this legendary post.

‘It’s not illegal to go to the dog park, just to hear hot dads say Good Girl.’

Rating: M CW: overusage of the term daddy and Eddie just being a horny bastard.

——

“You know, this is fucking insane, right?” Chrissy laughs while Eddie lounges on the park bench.

Yes. He’s aware.

He and Chrissy don’t even have a dog and yet—

“Chris. Look at all of these great pet parents, taking care of these little doggies. Look at em. Wonderful. Stunning, very normal.”

Chrissy levels him with a glare. Being on the wrong side of a Chrissy glare is a scary thing, but alas his dog park visits are worth it.

“No. Look, listen. You’ve got all of these doggy daddies taking their lovely pups out for runs and walks and what not and then daddy wraps up his run and takes the precious ones to this here dog park. Woof.”

It really was worth it to Eddie, alright? There is nothing wrong with going to a public dog park to maybe hear a hot sweaty man coo at his dog.

‘Good Boy’

‘Precious Girl’

Bark bark bark or whatever.

Would Eddie ever talk to any of them? Absolutely the fuck not, but a man could dream.

He was bummed though because none of the hot guys were out, today.

Damn.

He is busy scanning the area to see if he missed anyone, Chrissy yapping on and on about how they could just get a dog when someone slows their run to chat.

“Hi!” She says. This woman is tall, short hair messed up from running, she’s got a bright ass orange jacket on, and she is most certainly Chrissy’s type. Thats not fucking fair at all, now is it?

Chrissy’s complaining tapers off. “Hey.”

They smile at each other, and this is truly unfair, Eddie thinks. This whole dog park thing was for him and yet.

“I hope you don’t mind, but me and my best friend just moved to the area and honestly, I think you’re pretty so—I just thought I would say hi.” She hardly makes eye contact with Eddie. So it’s clear who she’s talking to.

Like recognizes like, he supposes.

He can respect the straight forwardness of it all. Chrissy is just kinda staring at her so he speaks up. “Well, I’m Eddie and this is Chrissy, and I can confidently say that she also thinks you’re pretty.”

Both woman turn to stare and him, Chrissy with big eyes and the other woman with a smirk. She speaks, “Well, it must be my lucky day.” She turns back to Chrissy, “I’m Robin.”

The two get talking and Eddie is happy for his best friend, he really is, but where are all the hot men?

He’s about ready to call it quits when he sees a fucking god, running with a ridiculously stunning dog.

Hot people own hot dogs, he supposes.

This guy is—fuck. He’s sweaty from running, and his hair is fucking gorgeous, even after activities. Thats a green flag. Eddie is just shocked.

This is the dog daddy of all dog daddies. He’s wearing tiny fucking red shorts that expose thighs for days and—

“Jesus fuckin’—see?” Eddie doesn’t even care that he is interrupting the girls conversation cause this guys is—god damn. “He could slap a collar on me and walk me like a dog.”

Chrissy balks. “Eddie. We are in the company of a new friend. Robin doesn’t deserves this.”

Eddie simply shrugs and Robin laughs, “No. I think it’s hilarious which guy caught your eye?”

Oh, he likes Robin. “I like her. Get her number—“ He smiles big at Chrissy, before gesturing towards the fucking Adonis in tiny little running shorts. “Anywhozle. That one, look at him. On my knees in a second.”

He ignores Chrissy’s eye roll, and watches as Robin takes in the guy, before busting out in a laugh. “Oh my god—Steve?”

Oh shit.

“I—do you—“ Abort mission. Abort abort.

“Oh yeah, remember that best friend I was telling you guys about?”

She is still laughing, and Chrissy joins her before handing Robin her phone.

Eddie feels like he just got bamboozled.

“Chrissy, babe, I’ll text you. Eddie? I’ll see what I can do.” She smiles at them both before running over to ‘Steve’ and his—their?— gorgeous dog.

“No wait I—“ Eddie tries but she’s already over with Steve who is listening intently to what Robin has to say.

Oh god, oh no. Oh god.

Chrissy is just laughing softly into her hand, which turns into full laughter quick because Steve turns to look at them, smiles and winks.

[xoxoladyaz]

When Stevie Harrington was nine years old, she wrote her future self a list on the front page of her diary. The title of the list read

RULES FOR STEVIE’S FUTURE HUSBAND

and it felt necessary to her nine-year-old self to have this list. Sure, she was young, but she wasn’t dumb. Her parents weren’t like Tommy’s parents who had date nights and kissed each other every time they said goodbye. Stevie’s parents never hugged or kissed each other (or her). And sure, they spent all their time together, but they never looked happy. No, they were always angry, and no matter what Stevie did she couldn’t figure out why. 

(At least, not until Tina Kline’s birthday party.) 

And as soon as she returned home from the party, she ran up to her room and started her list because Stevie Harrington wanted to fall in love someday, she wanted to have a house and a husband who was nice like Tommy’s dad, so it was important that she remembered the Rules.

1. He couldn’t be too old

(They’re ten years apart in age, she heard Mrs. Kline say. That’s just such a large age gap. It’s no wonder that it’s not working, they’re clearly at two very different stages in their lives.)

2. He couldn’t travel all the time for work

(It’s not the age gap that’s the problem, dear, Mrs. Hagan had scoffed back at her. It’s all of Richard’s frequent ‘business trips.’ It’s hard to have a family or a relationship if your husband is never around.)

and most importantly,

3. Any guy who dated around too much before was BAD NEWS

(Girls, we all know what the real problem is, and it has nothing to do with how old Richard is or how much he travels, Mrs. Perkins spoke with determination. Richard has never had a serious relationship in his life. We all know that he made it abundantly clear he was never interested in settling down. He had a new girl every week and she was one of them, for god’s sake! A tiger doesn’t change his stripes and Victoria was a fool to think a baby would change that.

Maybe if they’d had a son, Mrs. Kline had offered, but then they noticed Stevie was there and they stopped talking.)

It was a short list, but it was a good place to start. And as Stevie grew older she added more on to it, like make sure he wears deodorant and has to be a good dancer and never date a guy with a mullet (looking at you, Billy Hargrove.) And that’s not even to mention her large period of self-growth after college when Robin finally convinced her to go to therapy to talk about her family issues, at which point she added on you deserve someone who loves and appreciates everything about you and doesn’t just use you for sex (and fuck, that was a hard and painful lesson to learn. It also put a bit of a damper on dating in her early-twenties but, well, seeing the quality of man that was out there? It was probably for the best. She didn’t want to be Victoria Harrington, after all.)

So why, if Stevie had this list, if she’d had all of these years of preparation, if she knew exactly what she wanted – and more importantly, what she didn’t want – then why, at the age of twenty-six, was Stevie Harrington falling headfirst into a relationship with a world famous rock star who was

1. Twelve years her senior

2. Currently on tour and

3. Had a long, long string of famous (and infamous) ex-lovers?

(And why was her heart telling her that despite all evidence to the contrary, Eddie Munson was going to be the exception to all her rules?)

A/N: LMK if you want to see more of this!

[try-set-me-on-fire]

Tagged by @daffi-990 for fuck it Friday and I finally have a little bit of something I can share. Uh oops its not any of my other wips i just had an idea for a pwp yesterday and so here’s the start of that

They’ve only been at this for a few weeks but already Eddie is starting to think of the time they spend in the loft as mini, sexy vacations. He hasn’t said this out loud because he’s pretty sure Buck would make fun of him for it, but there’s something not altogether like regular life about making out on a nice big bed who’s sheets he didn’t have to change. Also — and this he knows Buck would turn bright pink about — Eddie had kind of been thinking of his house as their house even before they’d taken that last step towards each other and kissed in the kitchen. He’s just biding time at this point, because asking someone to move in not even a month into a relationship is probably embarrassingly over-eager, and Buck’s lease isn’t up till June anyway. He hasn’t actually circled mid May on the calendar, but if he spends his spare time daydreaming about taking Buck out to a nice dinner and asking him to come home for good, that's nobody’s business but his own.

Tagging @shitouttabuck @eddiebabygirldiaz @bigfootsmom @rewritetheending @buckactuallys @butchdiaz @lover-of-mine @thewolvesof1998 if you haven’t shared already!

[fuckin-sick-bih]

I'm Your Rock, Baby. I won't back down.

Fandom: Stranger Things (honestly in my head I was thinking of Tattoo and Florist AU but it's kinky Eddie instead of kinky Steve this time? idk food for thought!) Summary: Steve's been sick and Eddie's been enjoying playing Caretaker. When Steve wakes up from a nap, they watch a movie together and cuddle. CW: cold sneezes, sneezing on partner's neck/shoulder, mention of nose blowing/wiping but really low mess fic for me! Word Count: 1,259 MINORS DNI Author Note: little drabble i did just writing in the tumblr text post thing bc for some reason writing in the tumblr text box makes it easier to write rn? idk, man, don't ask me how my brain works i just live with this traitorous electric meatball

Eddie swayed his hips to the beat of the song as he hand-washed the few items they had that weren't dishwasher safe in the sink, rings sitting on the counter beside him. His phone was softly spitting out one of his current favorites and he was mumbling along, trying to keep quiet so Steve could rest.

Poor Steve had been down for the count the last few days with a nasty cold that had left him utterly exhausted. He scrubbed at the pan he'd made breakfast this morning in as he mulled over the last few days of meds, tissues, sleeping, soup, meds, and more sleeping.

Of course, Eddie was over the moon at getting to take care of Steve. Anytime he got to take care of Steve was a win in his book. His boyfriend was like a walking poster child for hyper independence and Eddie secretly blamed the Harrington parents for that.

Pulling the drain and letting the sink water gurgle down into the abyss, Eddie sighed. He paused his music only to hear sniffling from back in the bedroom. Straining his ears, Eddie swore he heard a catch of breath just before-

"HeNX'T!"

"Don't stifle!" Eddie called out instantly, though his tone was fond as he dried his hands.

As he headed back to the bedroom, Eddie spoke again, "You want a sinus infection? That's how you get a sinus infection." He crossed his arms and admired the sight of Steve sitting up in bed with a tissue folded over his nose.

There was a light blush over Steve's face, skin still lightly tanned from summer. "Sorry. Habit. Snf! What were you doing out there? I thought you fell asleep with me?"

The quiet softness as well as how his voice seemed to grate against his throat, making Steve wince a little had Eddie moving over to the bed to sit with him. "Aw, I'm sorry. I woke up and started cleaning up a little is all. Thought I'd let you sleep as long as you could. Seemed like you needed it. How you feeling now, handsome?"

One of Eddie's hands was coming up to brush Steve's bangs back up out of his face, carding lovingly through his hair as well as pressing to his forehead. "Better than I was, honestly, but I th-hih-! ohh no... heh-ih!"

It was like Eddie's whole world was slowing down as he watched and felt Steve's expression crumple into a pre-sneeze show. His brows rose then collapsed into a pleading sort of pinch while his nostrils flared, mouth hovering open.

"E-ehhddieh-! EhX'TSHH! ID'SHuh! Hh...! ugh d'noh..." Steve collapsed forward, head jerking downward to sneeze towards their laps as his face flushed with color. He was scrambling for a tissue, but Eddie was already plucking and handing him several.

"Bless you, sweetheart, jeez." Eddie leaned forward to kiss Steve's forehead and then the top of his head. "You sure you're feeling better?" He teased, trying not to squirm as Steve blew his nose into the wad of tissues.

A little sniffle came from Steve as he finally pulled the tissues away from his face. "Uh-huh. Just think it's moved to my head. I'm all-" He gestured vaguely to his face and head with a pointed finger and sniffled again. "What's that word you use?"

Eddie made a strangled little sound and rested a hand on Steve's knee. "Stuffy?" He suggested helpfully, praying his boyfriend was searching for a more vanilla term.

"Sure. That." Steve replied with an amused little grin and Eddie knew right then and there that Steve was feeling better if he was getting one of those smiles.

Without warning, Eddie leaned in to press a soft kiss to Steve's lips before pulling back. "Brat." He took a moment to pretend to examine him, going so far as to thoughtfully tap his chin for dramatic effect. "You feel up to watching a movie on the couch with me?"

Steve looked amused at first, but he was quickly looking more and more distracted. "Yeah, I... I think I can manage- that..." His eyes went unfocused as he tried to respond to Eddie's question and Eddie knew pretty quickly what was going on as his eyes flicked to Steve's cherry-red, chapped nostrils that twitched and flared.

"Hiih... IXX'TShhuh!" Steve lurched forward towards their laps again with his powerful sneeze that had tears springing to his eyes. "Ugh, sorry. That might end up happening... more- heh...ihh-hh! ISSHHuh! God, sorry." 

. . .

Twenty minutes later found Steve curled up in Eddie's lap on the couch with Princess Bride playing on their television. Eddie was playing with Steve's hair as his head rested on his shoulder, legs sprawled over his lap.

They were both covered in a blanket and Steve had the box of tissues in his lap, one in his hand which he kept dabbing at his nose with. Eddie was doing his best to pay attention to the movie, but if he was being honest with himself he could quote the whole thing from start to finish just by where in the musical score they were.

So instead he doted softly on Steve who was sleepily watching the movie. Not much energy to do anything else as Eddie pressed soft kisses to his forehead, hair, eyebrows, and even the bridge of his nose once.

Though that had made Steve's eyes well with ticklish tears and his nostrils flared as his breath hitched softly, "E-Ehhddie, that's gonna... huh-! m-make me s-sneeze..."

"Oh, is it?" Eddie practically purred as he lifted a hand to gently tap the pad of his pointer finger against the side of Steve's nose. "Hadn't noticed."

"IHIshhiiew! IXt'Hue!" Steve exploded moments after the tap like that was all he needed to be set off. Eyes watering, bright red nose twitching and shining ever so slightly around the chapped rim. "Ugh, snf! you're a menace, Munson. Absolute snff! menace. Those good for you? Or should I nix the tissues and use you instead?"

A shudder ran through Eddie at Steve's words and he groaned, letting his head tip back. "That's playing dirty, Stevie, and you know it. You can't dirty talk me while you're sick and sneezy." Then came the soft feeling of plump lips traveling over his throat and the subtle brush of a damp nose tip against his Adam's apple.

Eddie would deny at all costs the noise that garnered from him.

It did get Steve to chuckle, though. "Like you tapping my nose isn't playing dirty. You made me sneeze. That- hhh... oh h-hang on... gonna- hihh..."

This time Eddie didn't get to watch Steve's build up, but he could feel it. Every stuttering inhale pressed up against him, the way his fingers curled against Eddie's shirt ever so slightly, and how Steve tucked into his shoulder with a final wavering. "Hihh-ih!" Before finally pressing his face into Eddie's neck and shoulder as he sneezed, "IHHxT'Shuh! Ohh- snf! shit, I forget what I was saying." He admitted, chuckling a little again as he pressed a tissue to his running nose.

Meanwhile, Eddie was getting his heart rate under control and running his fingertips lovingly along Steve's back up and down. "Bless you, pumpkin. Okay, I promise-" And Eddie made a little X over his heart with his free hand. "No more teasing my poor boyfriend's nose unless he asks or he's all better, deal?"

And then Steve gave him a wicked smile. One that only meant one thing. "I never said it was a bad thing, Eds."

[plistommy]

You guys don’t understand I’m OBSESSED with Billy and Eddie double teaming Steve….

Like these two metalheads ruining the preppy pretty boy?? The sweetheart????? Sign me the fuck up!

[hellcheerficdatabase]

psycho killer

Author: medusasfinalgirl

Rating/Warning: Explicit, blood and violence, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT

Chapter Count: 1/1

Description: It's a dark and stormy night in Hawkins, Indiana. The town has been rocked by a string of grisly murders and the police have no leads. Chrissy Cunningham is more on edge than ever, and she has the unshakeable feeling that someone is in her house...

Tags: Alternate Universe, Ghostface!Eddie, Ghostface!Chrissy, they're v kinky, smut, it's so, just read if you're fine with the warning tags, it's just so hot, Chrissy POV, one-shot, status: completed

[wackybuddiemewbs]

Sooo.... Eddie having a food kink confirmed, I guess?

[over--and-out]

Eddie Munson fucking you while wearing the Michael Myers mask

I said what I said

[poppy-metal]

the queer community hates bisexuals sm it rlly never ends.

[harmonictechnicality]

*snippet of chapter 5 vamp!eddie fic I'm currently writing :)*

(cw: they are discussing blood quite a bit... cause vampire)

For someone inane reason, Eddie makes Steve stand over in the corner of the room. He sits on the other side, lays on the other side. Diagonally across from Steve. As far away as he can get.

“I don’t see how this is necessary.” Steve kicks at the wall, hands in his pockets.

“We’re talking about describing something I crave.” Eddie looks up at the ceiling. Hands folded up behind his back. Laying on top of them. Constraining them maybe.

“Just need to create some distance so I don’t hurt you.”

“You won’t.”

“I don’t like how much you trust me.”

“You would’ve killed me by now if you wanted to, Eds.” Steve firmly believes that. “You hated me the first time we talked and you didn’t kill me then.”

Eddie looks up at him for a moment. “This time is different.”

“How?”

Eddie’s rings knocking into one another like tarnished church bells as he talks. “Have you ever seen one of those commercials on tv that are ads for fast food burgers?” 

“The ones that use lots of enticing adjectives that’ll make you jump in your car and go to the drive-thru?”

Duh. “Yeah.” Steve leans into the corner. “What about it?”

“That’s basically what I’m doing here.” Eddie lays back down. “I’m describing the only meal I’ll ever crave, and you're right there. No tv screen. No drive-thru. No challenge.”

“You make it so easy and you don’t even know it.”

Steve’s joints feel rigid. 

“This is a bad idea, Steve.”

“Probably.” Definitely is.

“You still want to risk it?”

He’s not sure how or when his sense of fear got turned off, but it did. All Steve cares about is his tingling curiosity. And it didn’t earn it’s infamous proverb about murdering cats for nothing…

“Fucking tell me already, Munson.”

Eddie’s hands go behind his back again. He shuts his eyes and sucks in air through his mouth.

“Everyone’s blood smells different. Everyone’s blood smells drinkable.”

“But your blood..” Eddie’s eyelids scrunch tighter. Shutting them harder.

“Your blood would make fragrance chemists weak in the knees.”

Eddie mentions ‘knees’ and Steve’s legs instinctively lock up. Blocking his blood flow to go anywhere else in his body.

This is how people faint.

This might be why Steve faints.

“It’s like you have cinnamon and an ocean breeze churning in your veins.” Eddie continues. Inhaling through his nose this time.

Not to breathe. 

To smell him.

To scent him.

“Whatever celestial being that created you, just injected all of the best aromas of autumn and summer into your bloodstream. Stuck you on earth to smell like a seasonal daydream.”

Force of attraction takes control over Steve’s ambulatory skills. He’s walking over to Eddie without even trying.

He’s bending down next to Eddie without even thinking.

‘You make it so easy and you don’t even know it.’ He hears Eddie’s hazardous observation repeat like hiccups in his mind, but it doesn’t matter.

The orbit of Eddie Munson just became impossible to resist.

“You shouldn’t.” Eddie keeps his eyes shut tight, even as Steve approaches.

He kneels down beside him. Wanting to do something - not really sure what.

Kiss him. 

Touch him.

Exist with him.

Steve’s not sure.

“I trust you, Eds.”

“Like I said.” Eddie licks over his teeth. His fangs click down into place. “You shouldn’t.”

But Steve does. He hopelessly trusts Eddie, even with his fangs locked in. Even when he’s sparking energy off his body. 

He trusts him because Eddie is Steve’s friend.

He trusts him too much because Steve feels even more than friendship with him.

“We should talk about last week.” Steve isn’t thinking clearly, not in the proper mindset to discuss things logically. But he doesn’t know what else to do.

His options were to say that, or ‘Eddie, I have feelings for you and I think we should makeout with your fangs still down.’

And Steve is not gonna throw that sentence out into the air.

Eddie turns onto his side, his expression is serious.

“Right now?”

“If not now, then when?”

“When I don’t have sharp weapons in my mouth maybe.”

Steve exasperates. “Just… Can’t you put them away?”

“Not when you’re this close.” Eddie sits up, rising slowly. “Not when your blood is right under my nose - smelling so good.”

Steve’s brain goes all sloshy the way Eddie says it.

“You like it, huh?” That is not an appropriate response, Steve. It comes out like a girl jabbing on the phone, twirling her hair.

Like Steve is being fucking coy with a vampire.

“Starting to get a bit of a contact high off your scent, I think.” Eddie’s nostrils are widely flared out. Not in a human way anymore.

Steve abandons the talking idea with that statement. Lets that notion that someone feels drugged off of him destroy all of his logical thinking skills.

It’s all lust now.

“Do you want to bite me?” Steve crawls closer to Eddie because he lets him. He practically has his arms reaching out for Steve, fangs glinting in a smile.

Steve doesn’t know why he asks that, he knows the answer. Maybe he’s the one getting a contact high from Eddie’s vampiric charm or some shit.

“I won’t though.” Eddie says, tranced by Steve’s low movement. 

Eddie’s eyes open long enough for Steve to see how big they are. Black pits blown out further than his flaring nostrils.

Steve’s fairly sure his eyes are equally dilated.

It’s midnight meeting midnight.

The misty stratosphere of desire is wrapping around each of them.

Steve getting brave from the mist.

Eddie getting glazed and honest from the mist.

“I won’t ever hurt you, Steve.”

the whole chapter is on ao3 - it's like 10,000 words, so I just put my favorite part up here :)

[intergalacticaquarium]

Every time somebody writes Eddie doing something super cool and sexy I have have headcanon two goblin-esque habits for him to keep it even

[alovesongtheywrote]

eddie munson would fucking hate 50 shades of grey, don't @ me.

[agentmmayy]

#high school friends reconnect after one becomes famous and have a sugar daddy/baby arrangement

idc if this is hellcheer or an original work or something else entirely, GIMME.

IT'S AN EDDISSY FIC BABEY!!!!!!!!!!!!

@majicmarker has a wip of one right now that this one is very loosely going to follow (see: temp agency used, famous!eddie and his band, chrissy needing money, them being oblivious pining idiots, etc etc) and ofc virgin demi eddie who's been holding a torch for chrissy since middle school

here is a lil something just for you <3

“I can do that,” he says, then points at her. “But you better not argue with me, princess.”

That tone and the pet name makes Chrissy think about arguing, makes her think about being bratty enough that he’ll use those big hands to bend her over his knee. “Will I- do you want me to call you daddy?”

Eddie inhales and chokes on nothing, coughing more than she had when taking her first hit that time in his trailer. He waves off her concerns and pulls himself upright back on the couch, absolutely red in the face and pats his chest a few times. “Jesus Christ Cunningham,” he gasps. “Warn a guy.” Eddie shifts, crossing his legs and tries to inconspicuously drag a pillow over his lap. “And, uh, no you don’t need to call me d- that’s not a requirement.” 

“What if I want to?”

Silence. Eddie’s face is still pink but his eyes are no longer wide and frantic. Instead they’re pinned on her, gaze heavy. The intensity settles as heat low in her tummy, sends Chrissy squirming. “I’m sorry. That was innapro-” 

“If you want to,” Eddie interrupts her, finally. “Then I won’t stop you.” 

[eddies-house]

don’t know what the deal is but I’m hurting extra bad over Eddie tonight, I’m talking chest pains

[murdochia]

So... nobody told me that, spoiler alert, your team gets KIDNAPPED in miitopia! I mean at least I got to chose a new role with a kinky looking leather suit for Buck but now Eddies gone so he can't even enjoy it!

[indouloureux]

what about soft sex with eddie *waves hand* hello i want one