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sidekick-hero · 3 months

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Written for the @steddielovemonth prompt: Love is being willing to wait for them.

Eddie was six years old when he first met Steve, not that he would remember it until much, much later.

The boy Eddie met that day was sweet and a little shy, perhaps because he was so small for his age. He was a year younger than Eddie, only five, which was forever in Eddie's eyes. He felt responsible for the little boy somehow, so he walked up to him on the deserted playground to make sure he was okay.

"'Ello!" Eddie exclaimed, holding out his hand for Steve to shake, like he'd seen his daddy do all the time when they were in town. His dad called it part of the Munson charm, whatever that was, and Eddie wanted to be as cool as his dad. "I'm Eddie, who are you?"

The boy looked up at Eddie with big eyes and made no move to take Eddie's hand, so Eddie reached out and took the boy's hand in his own and shook it wildly.

"See, that's how you do it. And then you say your name. Let's try it again!" Eddie decided, still pumping the boy's hand. "I'm Eddie."

"Steve," the boy said with a slight lisp, and Eddie thought maybe he hadn't said his name earlier because he was afraid Eddie would make fun of him for it. The other kids made fun of him a lot, for a lot of reasons that Eddie didn't really understand. All he knew was that he didn't like it; it made him sad. Especially since none of the other kids would play with him, so he had to go on his adventures all alone, fighting the big dragon without a trusted knight at his side.

Perhaps Steve could be his knight.

"Will you help me slay the big dragon, Steve?" Eddie asked, suddenly excited at the prospect of finally having someone to play with. "He stole all our gold, so we have to slay him!"

He was still holding Steve's hand, but he dropped it as he began to imitate how they would fight the beast with their swords. "I'm a mage because my mom says every fairy tale needs a good fairy or a mage to help the hero defeat the villain. And you can be that hero, Steve! I'll help you with my magic," Eddie promised, his whole face breaking into a wide grin.

Steve giggled, but Eddie thought it wasn't like the other kids laughing at him. It sounded nice, like Steve was enjoying Eddie's antics. "What do you think, Sir Steve?"

Between bursts of pearly laughter, Steve eagerly agreed, but then paused to ask Eddie in a suddenly serious tone, "But why don't you wanna be the hero?"

"I'm no hero, Stevie! I'm a mage, didn't you hear me? I can do magic to help the hero, because only together can we defeat the beast." Eddie explained in an equally serious tone, because killing dragons was serious business.

"Okay," Steve agreed. "How do we fight a dragon? I never fought a dragon before."

Eddie explained his plans to Steve, and together they ran and climbed around the playground in search of the dragon. It was the most fun Eddie had had in a long time. Steve was the best hero ever; he listened to Eddie's ideas and had some surprisingly fun ones of his own. They forgot everything around them, caught up in a world of make-believe, until a woman's voice startled them out of their play.

"Steve! Steven, where are you? If your parents come home and you're not there, they'll fire me," the woman grumbled before shouting again. "Steve!"

Eddie looked at Steve questioningly as the voice came closer.

"That's Lucy, she's looking after me 'cause my parents don't have time," Steve explained in a low voice. "I have to go." He looked very sad when he said that and Eddie already missed his bright smile.

"That's okay, Stevie, we can kill the dragon tomorrow!"

That made Steve perk up. "Yeah?"

"Yeah! I'll wait for you here tomorrow!"

"Thanks, Eddie!" Steve exclaimed, throwing his arms around Eddie in a tight hug before running off to find the woman.

The next day, Eddie was back at the playground as soon as he could get away from their house, telling his mama that he had finally made a friend and now they had to kill the dragon. "He's my hero, Mom, and I'm his mage, just like in the fairy tales!" He told her, and she hugged him tightly before making him and Steve two sandwiches, because "slaying dragons is hard work and makes you hungry'.

Steve wasn't there when Eddie arrived at the playground, so Eddie sat down on the swings and waited for his new friend.

He waited until the first signs of dawn reached the playground, and he had to eat both sandwiches because he was hungry, and drink all the water his mama had packed.

Eddie only left when it got dark, and he knew his mama would be worried. But he was back the next day, and the next. Every day for weeks, Eddie waited for Steve on the swing, always wondering why his new friend didn't want to play with him anymore.

Eddie never made a connection between his Stevie and King Steve. How could he, when King Steve was all aloof and arrogant, looking down on people like Eddie and walking the halls of Hawkins High with that haughty grin on his face. The boy wasn't his hero, and Eddie wouldn't dream of using his magic to help him.

Funnily enough, the first time Steve's sight sparked any kind of recognition in Eddie was when Eddie pinned him against a boathouse wall with a bottle against his neck. Stripped of his usual confidence by surprise and fear, Steve looked somehow... small. He sounded even smaller as he tried to reassure Eddie that he meant no harm, and the sound of his voice made something tingle at the back of Eddie's mind.

Steve was different than Eddie had expected, to say the least.

At times, he was snarky and bitchy. But not in the mean way he had been in high school. He was all bark and no bite. And he was good to Eddie's sheep, to all the kids, really. Like a big brother, a protector. A knight in shining armor who stood between them and danger.

And not just for the kids, for everyone.

Steve jumped into a dark, deep lake not knowing what awaited him; fought demonic bats with bare hands and teeth, losing more flesh than seemed healthy.

Steve was a hero, and later Eddie berated himself for not realizing it sooner, but hindsight is 20/20, and he only understood that Steve Harrington was indeed his Stevie when it was too late to do anything about it.

Eddie was almost sure when they stole the RV together, because the way Steve grinned at him just before they switched positions and Steve sped out of the trailer park reminded him so much of the sweet boy he once knew.

The boy he never really stopped waiting for.

When Steve asked Dustin and Eddie not to be cute, not to be heroes, he decided to test his theory.

"We're not heroes," he told Steve, and when Dustin said “you can be the hero, Steve” Eddie was watching his face for any sign of recognition. He could have sworn he saw a flicker of it in Steve's eyes. That was the moment he almost, almost asked outright.

Eddie even called out to him, the words on his tongue, "Why didn't you come back? I was waiting for you.' But in the end he decided against it. What use was there? They had bigger problems to deal with right now. He would ask Steve later, when it was all over. He would tell him that he had been waiting for him all this time and that he was glad that Steve had come back to him.

They would talk later.

Only later wouldn't come, Eddie realized as he tasted his own blood in his mouth and stared into Dustin's frightened, tearful eyes.

And then Steve was there, holding his hand, begging him, pleading with him to stay, not to die. Eddie couldn't promise him that, but he had promised him something else, and he wanted Steve to know that he had never broken that promise.

"I waited for you, Stevie. Every..." Eddie coughed wetly, more blood flooding his mouth, and he suppressed the grimace to keep smiling at Steve. "Every day. I knew you'd come back. Worth... the wait," Eddie whispered, his voice fading. Eddie was fading fast.

In the distance he heard Steve's voice begging him to stay, he needed his mage by his side, and the last thing he thought was that he was sorry he had to leave before he could see Steve slay their dragon, but he hoped his magic had helped enough.

The next time Eddie was able to think and feel, it was like waking up from the worst hangover ever. Everything hurt, even his hair.

Slowly opening his eyes to a thankfully dimly lit room, he winced at the sharp pain in his head. It made moving his head even more torturous, but Eddie had to know where he was. Looking around as much as he could, he realized several things.

He was in a hospital bed with monitors beeping softly beside him.

It was night, with only a small bedside lamp providing some light.

Steve Harrington was asleep next to him, his arms crossed on Eddie's bed and his head resting on them.

Eddie must have made some sort of noise at the sight, because at that moment Steve jumped to his feet, ready to fight or flight.

Then he looked at Eddie and a myriad of expressions played across his face. Most of them passed too quickly for Eddie to decipher, but he's sure he saw surprise and joy. Wonder, definitely, but maybe fear, too, though Eddie had no idea why Steve would be afraid of him.

"Steve," Eddie croaked, his throat like sandpaper. The sound of his name was enough to jolt Steve into action and he hurried over to Eddie's bedside table. Seconds later, a straw was held to his mouth and blessedly cool water filled his mouth and ran down his throat.

"Thank you," he told Steve when the cup was empty and he felt more like a human being again. A badly mangled human being, but he took what he could get. "What happened? Is everyone..."

"Vecna is dead. Everyone made it out alive." Eddie let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding. "That's all you need to know for now. I'll tell you the rest tomorrow, okay? You should get some more rest. You... we almost lost you."

Steve looked shattered as he said this and Eddie finally noticed the dark bags under his eyes. Steve's hair worried him even more. It looked greasy and unkempt, worse than it had even looked in the Upside Down.

Eddie was afraid to ask, but he had to know. "How long..."

"Twenty days. They couldn't tell us when you'd wake up. If you'd wake up." His voice broke at the words, and Eddie tried to lift his hand to soothe and comfort, but it weighed a million pounds.

"I'm sorry I kept you waiting so long, Stevie," he said instead, hoping to ease Steve's pain with his words instead. But all it did was make Steve collapse, the bed the only thing breaking his fall. He was the one who reached for Eddie's hand then and held on to it like a lifeline.

"I'm sorry, Eddie. I'm the one who kept you waiting for years. I never went back to that playground. My babysitter didn't want to take me anymore because I ran away, and she almost lost her job. And then it had been years before I was old enough to go by myself and I couldn't... the thought of going there and you not being there was too much. And why should you be? Nobody would wait that long."

The "not for me" rang out between them and Eddie gathered all his strength to pull Steve's hand to his mouth. As he planted a kiss on the soft skin of the back of his hand, Eddie said in a low voice, "I did ... I waited all this time for you. This playground became my hound, once a day I would stop by, just in case. I always hoped you would come back."

Now it was Steve's turn to take Eddie's hand in his and place it gently on his cheek, planting a soft kiss on Eddie's palm.

Caressing Steve's lips with his thumb, Eddie smiled at the sweet boy he had waited a lifetime for. His hero.

"We did it, Stevie. We slayed the dragon!"

Steve's pearly laugh echoed through the room, silenced only by Eddie's lips as he leaned down to capture them in a fairy-tale kiss.

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chibikyo · 7 months

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Day 4 - Teratophilia

Syzoth x F!Reader

Syzoth asks reader if he can fuck her in his natural form. Reader is happy to oblige.

Warnings: Monster fucking, non-human genitalia, slight breeding kink, Syzoth is sweet, enthusiastic consent

“Are you sure it’s okay?” Syzoth asked, voice pitched high as he buried his face into the crook of Y/n’s neck. He’d already come inside her twice, but his cock was still hard and weeping and he’d shamefully told her how it was harder to have a full orgasm in his human form. He’d looked so guilty, but so hopeful, as he’d asked if he could shift back to his natural form. Y/n had kissed him, sweet and tender as she stroked his chest soothingly, before nodding.

“Just be gentle, okay?” Y/n murmured, running a hand through his hair, her nails raking over his scalp gently and he shivered with pleasure at the sensation. He lined up at her entrance, his cock throbbing and wet with her slick. He stroked himself a few times, eyes locked with hers until slowly shifting just his lower half back into reptilian form. She saw his tail swaying softly back and forth behind him as he tugged her hips close, his cock rubbing against her cum slicked crease.

Y/n hissed as the tapered tip of his cock slowly breached her entrance. Despite being loose and stretched and soaking wet, he was so much bigger in this form that she was still tight around him. He pushed in slowly, steadily getting thicker as her core pulsed and clenched around him. Y/n let out a huff of air, whining as he began to thrust in a shallow, gentle rhythm, coaxing her walls to stretch around him. He leaned forward, kissed her sweetly, savoring the little hitches in her breath as he slowly worked himself deeper and deeper.

She caught the pleased flush on Syzoth’s cheeks as he pulled back from kissing her. He glanced down at where he was disappearing inside her, admiration and love in equal measures splayed on his face as his thrusts slowly picked up speed. He snapped his hips forward, buried to the hilt as Y/n nearly screamed, just a touch of pain amidst the sweet, torturous pleasure he was bringing her. He leaned in, his tongue slithering out to flicker over one of her taut nipples, sending wave after wave of ecstasy straight to her core.

She came on a particularly powerful thrust, clenching around him so tight that Syzoth’s rhythm stuttered for just a moment. Y/n felt herself go boneless beneath him as Syzoth slowed his thrusts. She could see that he was straining, could feel the tremble in his body, clearly struggling to control himself so he wouldn’t hurt her. His eyes turned guilty again, tail flicking back and forth anxiously, as Y/n struggled to catch her breath.

“My love… please?” Syzoth gave a shallow thrust, the strain in his muscles evident with each shallow breath he took. Y/n nodded.

“Mmm, of course, sweetheart.” She kissed him gently. “Turn me over?” She asked. Syzoth nodded, eager, as he helped her get comfortable. He placed a pillow under her hips, stroking her soft flesh before pulling her up and back so he could slide back into her tight core. Y/n whimpered at the drag over her overstimulated walls and Syzoth whined, but stilled.

“Are you sure, love?” Syzoth murmured. Y/n turned her head to meet his eye, a choked off gasp leaving her at the adoration she saw there.

“I want you, Syzoth. All of you.” Y/n smiled. “Go ahead and take what you need honey. I’ll let you know if it’s too much.” Syzoth shuddered, hand stroking her spine lovingly before he finally let go and shifted fully into his reptilian form. She felt his clawed hands wrap around her hips as he started thrusting again, sharp and deep and steadily building in speed until it felt like he’d fuck her straight through the mattress.

He was driving so fast, so deep, that Y/n could do little more than dig her hands into the sheets and let out a sob as he used her. She didn’t even feel her orgasm building, but suddenly she was on the edge again, her entire body taut as a wire. He was practically feral, pulling her hips back to meet each thrust and it only took a few thrusts before she was shaking apart around him.

He let out a mix of hisses and whimpers at how hot and slick she felt around him, squeezing his cock so tight. He gave one more hard thrust, buried himself deep as his orgasm hit him. He spilled into her, his hot seed spilling out around his cock as he pumped her beyond what she could handle. He sagged on top of her, shifting back into human form as he pressed against her feverish flesh, savoring the warmth that permeated from her to him.

“Thank you, love.” He pressed soft kisses into her shoulder, rolling onto his side and tugging her into the cradle of his arms. “You’re so perfect; made just for me, I think.” Y/n giggled, then whined as he slid his softening cock out of her and she felt his seed begin to leak out. Before more than a few drops could escape she felt something press into her, thinner than his cock but not as smooth and she choked on a moan as that rough texture scraped over her sensitive walls. She let out a questioning grunt, feeling Syzoth’s hand running over her stomach adoringly. “Please, love, can you keep it inside you for a little longer? You’re so perfect, letting me fill you up so much. Please?”

She realized then that Syzoth had slipped the tip of his tail into her, plugging her entrance to prevent any of his seed leaking out. The roughness was his scales, the tip flickering back and forth nervously and she reached back, stroking her hand over his arm reassuringly until his tail stilled.

“Of course, sweetheart.” She laughed. “Anything you want.”

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