#monsterfucker!steve

[hornedqueenofhell]

Just Monsterfucker!Steve getting railed by vampires, ghosts, and a variety of Eddie shaped creatures. Breakdown below since each one is so different.

Took a few tries to get through, just several little things that always built and turned me off enough to not finish it. Overall this one is alright, it's a unique take on vamp Eddie and I do respect that it's just not my fav.

Mmh, love that good ghostly sexytimes. Also rubbing my little gremlin hands together at the implications of what the Upside Down is capable of. Also also damn Mr. Clark, dark horse coming in over here.

I've actually read this one before, one of my favorite monsterfucker Steve fics out there. I am absolutely a Tommy and Carol have gotten (or at least tried to get) Steve to have a threesome truther so always happy to see another person acknowledge that.

I'm fucking feral over this one, pun unintended. There's something about New Orleans that just makes you feel like it's all real. That vampires are just around the corner and sirens sing in the Quarter.

Never saw this one coming but you know what I love that this author continues to surprise me in new ways. Every one of these stories has just gotten better and better the more unhinged and monstrous they've gotten and this one is no different.

Overall 9/10. There's a lot of vague blood kink stuff in the vampire way and also some 'I'm so obsessed with you I want to claw your ribcage open and live curled up around your heart' stuff. Brief 2 lines of untagged Daddy kink in the 4th one. Everything else mind the tags.

#stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve x eddie #monsterfucker!steve #vampire!eddie #werewolf!steve #monster!eddie

[jupitermelichios]

The King in Black

Chapter 19: Clue

Ship: Steve/Eddie, Steve & Robin bromance, Steve & Eddie & Dustin friendship

Tags: everyone lives AU, monster!Eddie, fix-it of sorts, no one is okay but they’re getting better, monsterfucker!Steve, it turns out informal TPE D/s is a thing and Steve Harrington invented it, found family, this isn’t a venom AU but it’s also not not a venom AU

Warnings: disordered eating, suicidal ideation, canon-typical violence, minor character death, fanon-typical terrible parenting, explicit sexual content, alcohol and marajuana use

Eddie fingerspells O-U-T M-E, which is the worst possible way he could have put that, but Steve obediently adds, “Eddie's bi, too.” “You’re both gay?!” “Man, I literally just said—” “You’re gay together?!”

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#monster eddie munson #steddie #monster!eddie #steddie fix it fic #steddie fic #steddie fanfic #steddie fanfiction #steve x eddie #eddie x steve #steveddie #monsterfucker!steve #stranger things fix it #the king in black #my fics

[strongqueercharacters]

You're Divine [Podfic]

‘Blood?’ Eddie says again.

Eyes black but for the slice of iridescent white in the centre. His teeth are sharp, his hands are weapons and Steve thinks maybe he’s made a mistake doing this without telling Eddie first.

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Podfic of OonionChiver's iconic 'You're Divine' for the steddie monsterfucker fans out there.

#steddie #vampire!eddie #monsterfucker!steve #steve harrington #eddie munson #you're divine #oonionchiver #azrielgreen #podfic #my fics

[this-witch-writes]

You’re Divine [Podfic]

‘Blood?’ Eddie says again.

Eyes black but for the slice of iridescent white in the centre. His teeth are sharp, his hands are weapons and Steve thinks maybe he’s made a mistake doing this without telling Eddie first.

Podfic of @azrielgreen's iconic ‘You’re Divine’ for the steddie monsterfucker fans out there

Chapters: 4/18

#steddie #stranger things #you're divine #steve harrington #eddie munson #podfic #my fics #fanfic #steddie fic #vampire!eddie munson #monsterfucker!steve

[sidekick-hero]

no no dragon eddie and knight steve is exactly the correct brain rot direction to go from that post. stand strong in your beliefs

YOU SEE THE VISION!

Knight Steve offering himself up to be the strong hero facing certain death by fighting the dragon the whole kingdom is afraid of. Only to find dragon!eddie who is not afraid of him but flirts with him relentlessly, showering him in compliments, touching him all the time, handling him like part of his treasure.

How could Steve not be infatuated? He always liked his romantic adventures to be just that - adventures. And what's more adventures than hooking up with a dragon?

#mail #aidaronan #steddie #dragon!eddie #knight!steve #monsterfucker!steve #don't look at me like that peeps #stranger things

[harringrove-prompts]

Billy survives Starcourt, but he’s mutated and develops tentacles. Steve finds an interesting use for the new appendages.

Billy’s able to hide his mutated form but hiding the tentacles causes discomfort. Steve is able to coax them out when they’re alone.

Billy’s tentacles react to his emotions instead of his commands, so whenever they’re out they cling to Steve.

#prompt #harringrove #steve harrington #billy hargrove #monster!billy #monsterfucker!steve #spicy

[myosotisa]

‖ tags: smut, monsterfucking, size kink, unprotected p in v or p in a (p in hole, if you will), praise kink, knotting, creampie, multiple orgasms, gender neutral reader referred to as 'baby' and 'honey', overstim if you squint

‖ word count: 880

“Honey, I'm – fffuck, I'm gonna –”

You grip his biceps tighter, cross your ankles, dig your heels into his lower back to keep him as close as possible. Shaking like a leaf, panting like an animal from your 2nd orgasm on his thick cock, you don't hesitate to beg. “Please, I want it. Want your cum, w-want your knot, please!”

He moans; a two toned sound of his voice pitching up in pleasure and the rumble of the growl on his chest. You can tell the moment he gives in to the release by the way his head starts to nod in agreement and the grip of his fingers presses in.

“Gonna give you what you want, baby, always gonna give you what you want,” he murmurs, almost mindlessly as the snapping of his hips into yours stutters and loses form. A few more moans and whines fall from his throat as his eyes squeeze shut – his cock kicking up inside you once, twice, and then you feel it.

The moment his nails dig into your skin, he swaps from thrusting in and out of your wet heat to a dirty roll of his hips against yours. The heavy knot at the base of his cock prods and presses against your entrance, the angle of his hips shifting and searching to try and get it inside you as his long groan turns to a whine.

Sometimes he's not able to knot you successfully, your body just not made to take the intrusion – but you want it so, so bad. Want him to plug you up with his cock and cum more than anything.

Maybe it's your determination, or maybe it's dumb luck, but his knot notches at a point that seems to make his animal instincts hone in. He rolls his hips into yours at the same angle again and again and again before it smoothly slips inside you.

You let out a hiss of pleasured pain at the sudden stretch at the same time of his sigh of relief, his expression switching from focused to blissed out as the last spurts of his warm come stay successfully locked inside.

After a single moment to recover, he's lowering himself on his forearms, draping his body over yours. “Did so good for me, honey, so perfect.” He breathes out hot air across the sweat rapidly starting to cool on your skin, making goosebumps appear that he presses open mouth kisses to.

“Thank you,” you sigh, happily dazed and comforted with the feeling of his skin against yours while you wind your fingers into the hair at the base of his neck. He shudders when you scratch your nails against the sensitive skin there, a shaky sigh leaving his own throat as he tilts down to nudge his nose against your throat.

“Careful,” he says with a breathless laugh, “keep doing shit like that and the knot will never go down.”

And maybe you're still cockdrunk, still lost in your desire when you purposely do it again, timing his shudder with a clench of your inner muscles around him. He makes a sound between a gasp and a whine, instinctively rolling his hips and shifting the knot swollen inside you.

“H–honey…” He warns pitifully, shifting his head back up to look you in the eye. When he sees the glazed over, smirking expression on your face, you feel his cock kick up again in interest.

“Maybe I don't want it to go down,” your voice is pitched low as you roll your hips up into his again, making both of you gasp as his cock shifts slightly and hits a different spot. “Maybe I want you to fuck me on your knot until you come again, over and over–” Your own filthy imagination makes you clench around him again with a gasp, your nails digging in to the nape of his neck.

He leans back, dragging you with him as he tucks his hairy thighs under yours and sits back on his heels with you still locked tightly in his lap. His hips mindlessly roll, his eyes locked on where you're connected as he watches the knot keep him from leaving your warm, wet hole while he rocks into you over and over.

You whimper, hands gripping his forearms now as you watch him watching you, your mouth hung open to take in air. You're so, so full – like you can feel it in your lungs.

His glance moves up to your face, his cock throbbing once more at the pleasure and want he sees there. “You’re,” he pauses to let out a shaky laugh, in disbelief and adoration. “Baby, you're insatiable.”

“Mhmm,” you hum, triggering him to pull your hips back against his harder, both of you moaning around the small shifts of his knot inside you. “Wanna stay here forever…”

“Fffuck,” he stutters, head tipping back as his face contorts into something that looks like agony. “It's really– We’re really going to be stuck here if you keep talking like that.”

He still doesn't seem to grasp how serious you are, how much you crave him. You purposely tighten around him, a pretty moan tumbling out of his swollen, pink lips before his wide eyes snap to you.

“Good.”

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#monsterfucking #monsterfucker #monster boyfriend #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #stranger things fanfic #monster x you #monster x reader #monster smut #knotting imagine #monsterfucking blurb #steve harrington imagine #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfiction #steve harrington fanfiction #monsterfucking cw #werewolf boyfriend #i was just thinking about it :) #myos ideas #its another choose your own cock adventure

[bettyfrommars]

Monsters & Nightmares

a collection of ghoulish lovers and fiendish delights

18+ONLY

Eddie Munson

darkSiren!eddie - NSFW - a wicked siren washes up on shore and will do anything to make you his

nightmare!eddie - a collection of blurbs - Eddie has a crush on you, but the only way he can communicate is through your nightmares.

wolfman!eddie - based on the original Lon Chaney Jr wolfman, Eddie is a mysterious visitor who asks you to lock him in his hotel room for the night

gargoyle!eddie - series NSFW - one day, the enormous gargoyle statue in your aunt's garden comes to life, and he's ready to make up for lost time

invisibleMan!eddie - NSFW - your boyfriend Eddie took an experimental drug to get some extra cash, and now he's invisible. Mirror sex smut

drifter!monster!eddie - NSFW - it's been over a decade since Eddie survived the Upside Down, and he's been on the road, trying to outrun his demons

madScientist!eddie - NSFW - your monster boyfriend is cheating again, and you get revenge with his "dad" Dr. Munson

demon!reader - series - 90's Seattle grunge Eddie ventures into a part of the city where only monsters dare to go in order to see you again

vampire!eddie - series NSFW - on the run from your past, you move into a trailer park full of nothing but vampires, and Eddie is your neighbor

Steve Harrington

vampire!hustler!steve - NSFW - he's hustling his way through Vegas with you by his side

vampireHybrid!steve - NSFW - you deliver blood to the vampires of Crimson Alley, but this time with Steve, things are different

Wolf Moon - NSFW - continuation of hybrid!steve pure smut, reader is on her period

demon!reader - NSFW - Steve is a good boy who accidentally summons you straight from hell and falls in love

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#Eddie Munson #Eddie munson fics #eddie munson series #Stranger Things fic #Steve Harrington fics #Steve Harrington smut #Eddie Munson smut #monster smut #monsterfucking #monsterfucker #spooky season fic #Stranger Things smut #eddie munson masterlist #steve harrington masterlist #eddie munson oneshot

[ronearoundblindly]

Dirty Water

Steve Rogers x deep sea mermaid!Reader

Prompt from this dirty ask game with our pairing from the Sun, Salt, and Shield series.

Summary: After a very long (but unofficial) courtship, where Steve is too shy to bring up your anatomy and his compatibility, a cultural misinterpretation quite literally sinks his resolve.

Warnings for smut (I'm gonna have to call this what it is and just say it's monster-f**king, or the one where Steeb gets maybe-CNC-boinked by a 'monster.' Sorry, babes. Ro's dipped a toe into the darkside for a smidge.) MINORS DNI. Poorly--or rather, not--edited and I have no idea the word count...

Steve swallows harshly and tries not to nervously splash his feet in the pool.

"What?" he chokes out.

He can't think of anything more articulate to say, not that it would matter when so much is lost in translation.

All you did was ask about the singing outside the doors of your 'room'--the retrofitted gym pool at the Avengers compound, the one is the basement without windows for your highly sensitive eyes--but he...could never have predicted why you were so curious.

"They're just enjoying themselves," he'd chuckled, shrugging like it was no big deal. "Do you sing?"

The look on your face, jaw slack and head tilting in contemplation, it should have warned him. You unfurled from your relaxed posture, the stance where your arms cross behind your back and fit atop the swell of your--he'd say tail, but it's more like your ass--rump, the rest of your body bent in a curve until your fin nearly touches the surface, and inched closer to his feet in the deep end.

"Yessssss," you hissed slowly through three rows of sharp teeth, crawling up his legs, out of the water, dripping over his lap as you braced large, webbed hands on either side of his hips.

Even in the very low light of damp room, he could see the lavender of your stare drop to his crotch.

"You sing too?"

Steve's an idiot. He didn't understand yet, so that dumbass actually began humming 'You Are My Sunshine' because nothing else occurred to him.

Then he noticed your tail glowing beneath the scales.

Then he realized you were pressing yourself to his legs.

Aaaand then Steve Rogers looked down your body to witness his knee disappearing in a spongy spot where the armoring swelled apart.

Oh god.

"What?" he now asks like an frightened teen seeing boobs for the first time.

"I make you sing?" Your broad green lips turn up in a smile. "Show me."

Suddenly, Steve's forgotten more english than you've learned. "Huh?"

Your flowing, textured hair, shapely even out of the water, sways when you cock your head to the side, looking through your lashes at him.

"How Stevie sing?"

He shivers for the first time in the cool water and lets an involuntary grunt leave his lips.

He's tried to stop himself from imagining your body and how it works to...ya know, and how he might...oh god, he's going to hell, but apparently, you've already been imagining that humans are either masturbating or fucking outside your door at all hours all the time--

--and oh shit, that means you sing as a part of sex.

He turns his head to the almost black ceiling and fails to think of anything else as the light from your body reflects in waves on every wall. He whimpers when he feels a ripple of muscle through the wet cotton of his jeans.

"Doll make Stevie sing?" Your voice is hoarse, and just as quickly as you say that by his throat, you flip back into the water. You can only breathe air for so long without hurting your throat and lungs.

He thinks he's off the hook, praying the tightness in his pants dissipates faster than they'll take to dry, but he lowers his head to find you peeking from the water, intent as ever on learning his ways.

He should be ashamed, so very fucking ashamed, of how badly he wants to take himself out of his pants and watch the wonder of those pretty eyes as he comes at the thought of you, but Steve's drowning in the hope that he can have you. It's been so long that he's wanted this, even in the most innocent ways.

Your final plea bubbles to the surface.

"Show?"

Steve inhales sharply, running a hand through his hair and licking his lips.

This is wrong, he thinks. You should not be doing this.

Yet he does it anyway because he wants to; he wants to so badly.

He sits up straight at the edge of the concrete, popping the button of his jeans and aches as he lowers the zipper. He can't meet your eye while he pulls out his semi-hard cock and fists it harshly.

You're so long that even looking away leaves your shimmering tail in sight, and he thinks he sees you rattle in excitement. It makes him shiver again, and the vibration shakes the moan escaping his tight chest.

Yikes, it does sound a bit like he's singing...

What the hell are you even doing?

Of course, he knows he's touching himself and he knows well enough how to do that, but he shouldn't be doing this in front of you, much less enjoying it. His blood is running so hot beneath his skin, though, the chilly pool feels soothing over his shins where he rolled up his pants (to no avail).

The heat floods his veins and mind to the point rational thought quiets, and Steve's eyes slither up your demure form.

Your eyes get wider and wider the more noise he makes, and his rampant imagination feeds off the sight of that gap in your scales visible as it undulates in the refraction beneath his feet.

He leans his head back and closes his own eyes at just the wrong moment.

Mid-whine, he misses the splashing sound that would have warned him you were coming, and instead Steve is pummeled by the end of your tail and topples into the pool, shocked and sputtering salty water until his body is pinned to the flat of the concrete wall he used to be perch on.

As he scrambles to toss his arms over the ledge, he feels claws dragging his jeans farther down his legs, and the fabric hangs like an anchor while the silky-slick webbing of your fingers glides up and down his thighs.

Then your tongue runs the length of his cock, making Steve moan embarrassingly loud and thrust his hips forward. If he weren't in the water, he'd be a puddle.

Pleasure races up and down his spine, fighting for dominance over the feeling of cold when he slips from the ledge and submerges briefly.

He barely registers the loss of your tongue and your quick lap of swimming before you're backing into him again.

It's on your ass, too, the soft entrance like you rubbed against his knee, but he could not have imagined what it could do--what you could do--how you could manipulate your muscles inside your tail.

He has no brainpower left to describe it. Steve just lets go, trusting your body to hold his weight as one hand grips the mossy softness of your waist and the other hand spreads over your lower back. Out of instinct, he tries to get leverage to push himself in and out of you, but that's useless.

There's a strong ripple of muscle that pulls him in, and in, and in, delicately tight on his sensitive cock and wide enough to slowly suck his balls into the massaging cavern.

Steve's eyes roll far into his head. He's going to pass out if this keeps up.

"Doll," he gasps, but it's too quiet in the slosh of the water. "Please, I'm--"

A clear, high note crescendos from the deep below, something disturbingly pure and paralyzing, and Steve can't move. He can only feel and experience a siren's song in action.

His body twitches violently before his cum is milked sensually, desperately, methodically from his cradled and ravaged pelvis, and never in Steve's long life has he ever been so fucking spent.

He whimpers when your cunt releases him, only faintly aware that he's propped on your back by his elbows as you swim to the shallow end and let him 'stand' on his shaky legs.

The screeching hinge of the door startles him.

"Cap," the junior agent yells over your hiss from the bright light spraying in, "everything okay? I heard..."

Yeah, I couldn't describe it either, Steve thinks.

He spits water from his mouth. "Fine," he huffs back, "we were...singing, and I fell in."

"Oh. Alright. Sorry to disturb you, Miss G." The man nods his apology at your hand-covered eyes and leaves.

Steve can't help but laugh like an insane person, laying to properly float in the water, uncaring what you're up to until he gently hits the stairs leading out of the pool.

Your head rises out of the water hopefully, and he cups your cheeks, still chuckling. He has zero words to describe...anything at the moment, but he can show you a human tradition of affection in return.

Shifting as easily as a feather in the water, he pulls you two together and sweetly presses his salmon lips to your seaweed pout, letting your long locs fall over his own shoulders.

Soon, he's gasping for air again, yet just before you dunk below the surface, you grin and coo at him.

"Stevie sings lovely."

[Main Masterlist; Dirty Asks Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

what...the hell have i done. *hits post before final two braincells protest*

@fandom-has-taken-me-hostage @leah2901 @blogbog710 @supraveng @patzammit @whiskeytangofoxtrot555 @yiiiikesmish @ashesofblackroses @jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory @brandycranby @buckysprettybaby @ellethespaceunicorn @late-to-the-party-81 @rogersbarber @bucky-fricking-barnes-reads @fallinallinmendes @jamneuromain

#dirty asks #ask game #sun salt and shield series #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers fic #steve rogers smut #steve rogers fanfic #tw monsterfucking #deep sea mermaid #mermaid!reader #mermaid au #captain america fanfiction #captain america x reader #captain america x you #fantasy au #i do not have any idea how to properly tag this HALP

[jupitermelichios]

The King in Black

Chapter 15: Debris

Ship: Steve/Eddie, Steve & Robin bromance, Steve & Eddie & Dustin friendship

Tags: everyone lives AU, monster!Eddie, fix-it of sorts, no one is okay but they’re getting better, monsterfucker!Steve, it turns out informal TPE D/s is a thing and Steve Harrington invented it, found family, this isn’t a venom AU but it’s also not not a venom AU

Warnings: disordered eating, suicidal ideation, canon-typical violence, minor character death, fanon-typical terrible parenting, explicit sexual content, alcohol and marajuana use

“They can’t hurt you, sweetheart, at least not the way you’re worried about. I’m with you, and you’re not a kid anymore. They can’t tell you who to be, because you know who you are.” “A freak?” “The biggest freak. You’re Robin’s best friend, and the kids’ big brother, and my boyfriend. My whole world. Nothing your parents say can take that away from you.”

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#monster eddie #monster!eddie #monsterfucker!steve #monsterfucker steve #steddie fanfic #steddie fanfiction #steddie fix it fic #steddie fic #steddie #steveddie #steveddie fic #steveddie fanfic #steveddie fanfiction #stranger things fic #stranger things fix it #stranger things fanfiction #my fic #my fics #the king in black

[findafight]

Venom/spiderman steddie but like. Steve has the codependent relationship with the symbiote (Robin) and Eddie is Spiderman who sells his own selfies because that's easy money. He sees Steve walking down the street talking to himself and buying forty pounds of chocolate and was like oh~? He's... deranged? Sounds like my kind of man!

Meanwhile Robin is like "Steve can we PLEASE eat that homophobes head. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE" And Steve, outloud says "ABSOLUTELY NO EATING PEOPLES HEADS ROBIN"

This does not deter Eddie who think having a no eating heads policy is a good thing.

#steddie #platonic stobin #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #listen i get that both eddie munson and eddie brock are wet cats of men but the human/symbiote dynamic is stobin ok #either that or eddie is the synboote and its the fucked up codependent monsterfucker relationship of the comics god bless #steve is just the kind of guy aliens see and are like ohhhh im gonna latch onto his brain and not let go hehehe #finda's rambles #venom steve au

[wormdebut]

for the steddie spotify wrapped if you haven't gone over the cap yet because this is such a cool idea 🖤

my lucky number 74 and whatever rating your lil heart desires (but we all know i'm okay with explicit)

Hoooboy. Thank you for the request. #74 on my Spotify Wrapped is Watch The World Burn by Falling In Reverse. The second I pulled this up, I knew what it needed to be. SO This blurb is rated E. There is blood, there is wings, there is just a whole lot going on. There is the promise of monster fucking. This is...enjoy this.

Minors? See ya. Everyone else? Enjoy.

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I can't control the monster any longer that's inside.

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"Steve, No." Eddie growls. He growls--and that--well it shouldn't go straight to Steve's dick, but it does.

"Eds." Steve sighs. "You've literally been drinking from my wrist since March. What difference does it make?"

Eddie's voice is low, dangerous, when he answers. "The difference, Steve, is that your wrist is safe. I don't know what'll happen if I--if you let me--" He stutters, which, is interesting because this 'version' of Eddie is always so sure. Calmer then he was--before--

Steve would argue that Eddie hasn't changed much, you know…aside from the blood drinking and the retractable fangs and the sometimes-wings. Oh--and the occasional flashes of red eyes and maybe his eyes drifted too low one time and if Eddie's packing what Steve thinks he's packing well--Alright, okay. So maybe he's changed a little.

And well, maybe Steve's a little obsessed with him. But that--that shit was happening before all of Eddie's vampire shit so that's not really new information to Steve.

This isn't exactly a conversation Steve wanted to have in his fucking kitchen, but here they were. "I want to, Eddie. I don't think you're getting enough and I don't--I just want to help, Eds. It just my fucking neck. It's not like a million girls haven't--"

Steve's (very funny, thank you) joke is cut short by Eddie growling again. A deep low rumble and god fucking dammit he has got to stop doing that tonight.

"Don't." Eddie snaps, he's eyes catching Steve's just as they flash red.

Well, mark Steve down as scared and horny. "Sorry." He breathes.

"Steve--I can hardly keep it together as is. If you let me do this I can't promise that I won't completely lose it." Eddie says, voice pitched low.

"I want you to" Steve says, it's a whisper, but he thinks he gets what Eddie is trying to say and--

"Yeah Stevie I get it. I can bite your neck. I know you want me too, but that's not what I mean I--"

Steve cuts him off. "I know what you mean, Eddie, and I want you to."

Eddie blinks. His eyes a mix of red and deep brown. It's hypnotizing. "You--I--what?"

"I want you, Eddie." Steve says, looking him dead in the eyes. He means it. He needs Eddie to know that he does. "You, all of you. All of this. You don't scare me."

Eddie cocks his head. "I don't--I don't know if I'll be able to control it Steve. I want you so fucking bad."

When Steve responds, it's a quiet thing. "Then have me, have all of me. You won't hurt me, Eddie."

It's all kind of a blur after that.

Eddie and Steve lean forward at the same time and then they're kissing. They're kissing and Steve swears to god he can feel his heart beating the blood through his veins. He's afraid it might beat out of his damn chest. Eddie pulls his lip between his teeth--fangs absent--and Steve mourns it.

"Fuck, Stevie. The things I wanna do to you." Eddie purrs, and Steve--well Steve would never admit to the sound he makes, so don't ask.

Steve pulls back and Eddie just places kisses anywhere he can reach, his cheeks, his jaw, peppering kisses along his throat. "Fuck." Steve whines. "Do it, Eddie. Do whatever you want. Kiss me, bite me, fuck me. I--I'm yours, Eds I'm all you."

There's that damn growl, as Eddie noses against Steve's jugular. "Dammit, Stevie." Eddie pulls back, his lips are spit slicked and his eyes are bright red. "Upstairs. Now."

Steve wouldn't admit that he sprinted, per say, but he finds himself in his room pretty damn fast.

Eddie follows quickly and pushes Steve onto the bed. God, Eddie's so fucking pretty. His eyes are still glowing red and somewhere between the time, it took them to get to Steve's room, the fangs have made their appearance.

Steve wants them in his fucking neck. He wants them anywhere Eddie's is willing to bite. He can't help himself, he pulls Eddie down into a kiss. It's brutal, messy. One of Eddie's pointed canines catches on his lip. Draws blood. Eddie laps at it, his tongue licking over Steve's swollen lips and--god, Steve's is going to cream his fucking jeans.

He moans and Eddie laughs. It's that dark tone again.

"Baby." Eddie purrs into his mouth as Steve crashes their lips together again. He only pulls back, head hitting his pillow, when Eddie groans as his wings unfurl.

"Fuck Eddie," Steve breathes, enamored. He reaches up to run a finger along a leathery wing. They look like bat wings, but they're fucking massive. He's lost in running his fingers along one, and Eddie shivers.

"Steve." Eddie's voice is deep, it's low and it's clear and Steve can't fucking breathe.

"Bite me." Steve is breathless, for no reason, other than the beautiful man above him. "Please, Eddie, please." He pleads, begs. He needs this as bad as Eddie does.

Eddie pushes their hips together and Steve can feel their dicks grinding against each other. He gasps as Eddie noses along his jaw.

"I'll bite you baby. I'll make you feel so good--" Eddie's words are saccharine, dripping with a sweetness that is disguising a deep, visceral need. Steve is positive their are pleas falling from his lips. "--but you'll be mine, Stevie."

Mine mine mine.

The words run rampant in Steve's mind. "I'm yours--I'm yours, Eddie. Bite me." His eyes snap up to meet Eddie's pure red. Gorgeous.

Eddie leans forward, eyes sparkling, He nips at Steve's ear, groaning out a 'mine', before licking a stripe over Steve's neck.

Eddie bites and Steve sees fucking fireworks.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie ficlet #steddie blurb #steddie fic #kas eddie #kas eddie munson #I am...WOOF #worm brain #Worm Spotify Series #starrystevie #monsterfucker steve harrington

[hawkinsbnbg]

I Just Died In Your Arms Tonight

My October @steddiemicrofic.

Rated: E

Prompt: Suck

Word count: 480

Cw: implied stalking, implied consensual Somnophilia.

[Title from (I Just) Died In Your Arms Tonight by Cutting Crew.]

———

They had won, Vecna had been defeated for good, and they had gotten out alive.

In Eddie’s case, however, he wasn't so lucky.

He had become something in between with sharp claws, pointed fangs, and a healthy dose of bloodlust.

As days went by, those who were cautious of Eddie eventually grew comfortable with him and forgot that he wasn't their kind anymore.

Nevertheless, Steve knew better than to let himself be deceived like everyone else.

How could he when those hungry eyes always followed him like trackers?

How could he when those cold lips always set his soul aflame without fail?

And how could he when every night, he would be startled into the living world with a fire in his heart and a thunder beneath his skin?

“Eddie,” he gasped, eyes widening in surprise before rolling back as the hot white pleasure incessantly crashed over his body.

Above him, Eddie said nothing and continued abusing his prostate with a scary precision that made Steve nearly black out from the sheer stimulation.

He was rendered a useless mess; clutching onto those broad shoulders for his dear life, burning his throat with strangled screams and choked-off moans, spreading his shaking legs wider to invite the ruthless force deeper, and laying himself open on the altar, begging his monster to take everything.

“You don’t know what you’re asking for, sweet thing,” Eddie whispered, voice raspy and on edge. Those chocolate eyes had transformed into a shade of red, like fine wines that intoxicated their prey.

And Steve was just a man who had become greedy when it came to the incandescent desire in those red eyes. He wanted more, wanted to be claimed by this monster forever.

“Take me,” Steve whimpered and craned his neck aside. He knew Eddie was starving for it if the way those pupils became slit was anything to go by.

“You know what this means, right?” Leaning down until their faces were only a breath away, Eddie bent him in half before hammering into him harder and deeper with a brutal pace. “Because if I start drinking from you from now on, I’ll never let you go, pretty thing.”

“Yesyesyes,” Steve chanted like a madman, all breathless and mindless. “Make me yours,” he didn’t care if he was sucked dry by the end of tonight. “Please.”

“As you wish,” a terrifying smile stretched wide on Eddie’s lips, “My darlin’.”

Before Steve could comprehend what happened, the world around him stopped moving as he convulsed and spurted all over himself when those fangs sank into his flesh and Eddie started feasting on him.

Amidst the pain and ecstasy, hell and heaven, Steve wondered if this was enough to keep them together.

“It's enough, my beautiful,” Eddie reassured him with a fervent kiss that tasted of his blood. “You're mine now.”

“Yes, I'm yours now,” Steve smiled softly.

#steddie #steddiemicrofic #steddiemicroficoctober #vampire eddie munson #monsterfucker steve harrington #sionewrites

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Steve and Bucky baring their fangs at each other.

Tony with unholy thoughts, 'bite me! Bite me! Bite! Bite, bite. As a treat. I'm delicious. BITE. ME!'

Tony staring, then look at bruce, "Crazy how dna and kinks work..."

Bruce just stares at him, "what?"

"What?" The two soldiers stops and stares.

Tony leaves the room very quickly with red on his face.

#tony stark #bucky barnes #winteriron #steve rogers #tony stark x bucky barnes #stony #stuckony #steve rogers x tony stark #bruce banner #bruce being subjected to tony thirst kink #practically thirst trapping the genius #fangs #tony got a thing for fangs #monsterfucker tony propaganda #lol this is silly #suggestive

[hbdttg]

Eddie, or something that used to be Eddie, wanders the Upside Down in the aftermath of it all.

He may not know where or who he is, but he knows he belongs. His heartbeat syncs with those of the screeching creatures that soar up above. The thrumming in his veins mirrors the pulsing of the vines that cover the ground at his feet. The hunger at his core is shared by the flower-faced beasts that roam the earth on all fours. He belongs, so he must be home.

Weeks after waking—or months, or years; time is unpredictable in this place, moving at whatever speed it so chooses, sometimes not moving at all—Eddie happens upon a gate. It's located on Morehead Street and small enough that he might have walked right past it if not for its peculiar orange glow.

Curious, Eddie digs his clawed fingers into its center, tearing through the viscous membrane until there's enough space for him to crawl through. He drags his scarred body through the tiny opening, dropping onto the other side with practiced grace. He finds himself atop what appears to be a crumbling staircase, overlooking a decrepit landscape that stretches on for miles.

Gone are the blue-gray skies, replaced with hazy red, roiling fog, and flashes of vibrant lightning. Gone is the air damp with rot, replaced with a sticky blanket of humidity and the scent of acrid smoke so thick he can taste it on his tongue.

Eddie descends the staircase, heedless of the wet squelch his shoe makes when he steps through a puddle of black, oily liquid at the bottom. Intrigued, he runs a pale hand lightly over a nearby tower of stalagmite. The place is littered with them, pointed spires made of knotted, dormant vines.

Eddie steps toward one of the larger spires, taking in the figure encased in its vines. It's a human girl, fair-haired and slight in stature, held upright against her tower by large, twisted tendrils. There's no life in her, just the stench of death and decay.

For a fleeting moment, Eddie thinks he might know her. But that's impossible. He knows only his brethren, knows only their chitters in the dark and their shrieks overhead.

He turns away from the girl, staunchly ignoring the deja vu that grips him as he walks away from her. It unsettles him, that niggling feeling he's missing something important here.

Without warning, a bell begins to toll, its ominous knell crashing through the air like thunder. The distant sound of footsteps reaches his ears next, accompanied by heavy, panting breaths and the occasional hissed curse.

Eddie conceals himself behind a partially standing wall, peering through its broken glass windows in search of his interloper. He spies a figure approaching, running through the fog in a zig zag pattern, as though trying to evade something. As the figure gets closer and Eddie can make out more of its features, he realizes it's a boy, carrying a bat embedded with nails and dressed in a brown leather jacket underneath a battered denim vest.

Denim vest?

Eddie doesn't have time to dwell on the vague sense of familiarity that flashes through him at the sight of this boy—of the vest—because the fog and miasma behind him slowly start to clear, revealing a large, gnarled creature walking calmly after him.

"Why do you run from me, Steven?" the creature says, its voice sinister and seductive, a long-stemmed rose laden with thorns. "You asked me to find you. You begged to be mine. Because you know, Steve, that only I can end your suffering."

The boy skids to a halt beside the body of the girl. He whirls around to face the creature, throwing an arm up to point at her remains. "End my suffering like you ended Chrissy's?"

Steve? Chrissy?

The creature laughs, an ugly, croaking sound that sends shivers up Eddie's spine. "She is beautiful now," it croons. "And you will be, too, once you join us."

And that confuses Eddie. Because despite his dirtied appearance, windswept hair, sweat-slicked face, and scarred neck, the boy before him is already beautiful.

"You want me?" the boy—Steve—spits as he brings both hands together, knuckles going white as he tightens them around the handle of his bat. He raises it between him and the creature, widening his stance and shifting his weight between his feet in anticipation of a fight. "Come and get me!"

As soon as the words leave his lips, the vines at his feet spring to life, shooting up and thrusting him back against a nearby spire. The force of it visibly knocks the breath out of Steve, but he was apparently expecting something like this, because he managed to bring one hand up to the level of his eye before he was fully immobilized, trapping his wrist in the hold one of the vines has against his neck.

"Poor, foolish Steve," the creature says, slowly approaching him. It huffs out a derisive laugh as it steps over the fallen nail bat, then reaches out a thrawn, leathery hand, hovering it over Steve's face, clawed fingers curling as if to grasp him, puncture him. "You cannot run from me."

Steve gasps and struggles against his binds, but goes still when something new resounds through the air—the sudden blare of an electric guitar, followed by a series of deep and distorted notes that Eddie can feel in his very bones.

Drums come crashing in, loud and unapologetic, and he revels in the sheer power of it all, letting the music wash over him and set his nerves alight.

"Try and stay very still," the creature murmurs, giving the noise no mind. "It will all be over soon."

Slowly, Steve's brows unfurrow and he actually smiles. "Yes, it will," he manages to choke out, the challenge in his voice apparent despite its compromised state, "but not in the way you think."

As if on cue, a voice rings out, rough and raspy and angry and perfect above the thunderous melody that fills the air. The words are familiar, seared in Eddie's mind like a memory. Without a doubt, he knows this song. If only he could remember how he knows it.

With the voice comes a gate, though it's unlike the one Eddie came in through. Its edges are wispy, like the fog itself cleared to make an opening, and he can see clearly through it to the other side.

The scene features three unconscious bodies. The first is Steve's, wearing a set of headphones and levitating several feet off the ground. The second is a young girl's, floating in a bathtub with a blindfold tied around her head. The third is a boy's, slumped over the side of the tub with his fingers intertwined with the girl's.

A gaggle of children are split between them, some kneeling by the tub and others standing below Steve, jumping and screaming up at him. Their faces are so familiar. Eddie wishes he could place them. But all he has to go on are the frantic pounding of his heart and the bone-deep feeling that these people, these strangers, are important.

There are older kids scattered about, too, one of which has her hands wrapped around Steve's ankle, yelling as she tries to keep him tethered. Her voice is muffled, but Eddie can make out her panicked, "That's enough, dingus, it's time to come back! They've got it from here!"

The song swells, powerful and ferocious, and Eddie feels the chords right in his very heartstrings. He looks down at his hands, watches some muscle memory react viscerally to the song's fury, watches his fingers start to curl as if itching to rest on a fretboard.

"This is for Eddie, you ugly son of a bitch!" Steve yells up at the creature. He manages to leverage a bit of space with his trapped hand, then—at the crest of an absolutely face-melting guitar solo—drops his head to take a huge, violent bite out of the vine wrapped around his neck.

Several things happen at once:

1) The creature—Vecna—rears back, affected enough by Steve's display of unhinged ferality that the vines loosen their grip on him. Steve bursts out of Vecna's hold and starts sprinting toward the gate.

2) Two figures materialize behind Vecna: the girl and the boy from the other side. He must be Will the Wise, in all his bowl-cut glory. And she must be Supergirl, if the way she blasts Vecna straight through a nearby wall is any indication.

3) Eddie fucking remembers.

He remembers Hawkins and the Upside Down. He remembers Vecna, and Chrissy, and nearly every single face on the other side of the gate.

He remembers Dustin sobbing over his dying body; he remembers Max offering up herself up as bait; he remembers Lucas turning on the basketball team to help his true friends; he remembers Erica thrusting a belt made of literal bullets into his hands; he remembers Nancy wielding a felonious shotgun into battle; he remembers Robin's knowing expression at hunt the freak. He remembers Mike Wheeler, and Jonathan Byers, and—well, not the long-haired guy next to Jonathan, but that's probably fine.

And of course, he remembers the boy who'd stripped off his yellow sweater and thrown it in Eddie's slack-jawed face, who'd worn Eddie's battle vest over his still-bleeding battle wounds, who'd walked side-by-side with Eddie in a forest full of danger and decay, who'd blushed so prettily when Eddie called him big boy, who'd held Eddie's gaze and warned him not to play hero.

Eddie remembers Steve.

Later, once they both tumble through the gate and end up on the ground in a pile of limbs, Eddie will groan low in his throat and try to untangle himself from Steve's heavy body. Steve, terrified that he might have brought something dangerous back with him, will twist on top of Eddie and nearly slam his head down into the tiled floor, stopping himself only once he realizes exactly who he has pinned under him.

Later, once the party finally stops screaming in response to Eddie's sudden appearance—to his literal resurrection—Steve will drag him into his chest and clutch desperately at his back, rocking their bodies back and forth in near-catatonic shock. Eddie will clutch him back just as tightly, drenching his shirt with hot, wet tears.

Later, after Vecna is reduced to mere dust and Eddie struggles to heal from his months of being trapped alone in an alternate dimension, he'll dial Steve's phone number in the dead of night just to hear another person's voice. Steve will talk about nothing and everything, hanging up only when he can hear Eddie's breaths slow and finally even out through the line.

Later, Steve will admit he purchased Metallica's record shortly after Eddie's supposed death, wanting to hear the song he played in the Upside Down, the legendary song he used to brand himself as bait before running off to protect Dustin and buy the rest of the party more time. Eddie will hide the pleased little thrill that rushes through him at Steve's admission by throwing an arm around him and insisting they'll make a metalhead of him yet.

Later, Eddie will bring the subject up again, curious to know how the song became Steve's Vecna song. Surely he had other options that he'd cherished for far longer than the several months he'd known Master of Puppets. Steve will quietly confess that the song made him think of Eddie, of a fiery, vibrant life snuffed out too soon. And though Steve made the mistake of not turning from the Creel house and running back to Eddie that night in the Upside Down, he knew if he'd ever have to fight for his life trapped in a Vecna mind prison, he'd do it right. He wouldn't for one second hesitate to run toward the song—to run toward Eddie.

Later, Steve will gently cup Eddie's cheek and press in, close enough that they both have to go slightly cross-eyed to keep eye contact, that they feel each other's nervous, shallow breaths in the space between them. Eddie will grapple with the slew of feelings swirling messily in his ribcage before his stubborn resolve wins out and he presses his lips against Steve's in a long overdue kiss.

Later, Steve and Eddie will fall in love. But now?

Now, Steve runs.

And Eddie, or the something that never truly stopped being Eddie, follows.

#stranger things #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie #steddie fic #been fixating on this hc that steve's vecna song became master of puppets after they lost eddie #and instead of being normal and writing about it in his pov i decided to do this instead #also this isn't a full kas!eddie situation but i love the idea of eddie losing himself in the upside down #maybe his body's a lil wonky when he comes back who knows? depending on your level of monsterfucker you can choose to believe what you want #spot the phantom reference lol #fic writing #hbd

[self-written-god]

T | 151 | m/m werewolf/human, it's a Steddie snippet, I've stopped trying | off-screen, uncle Wayne, Werewolf!Steve

“Hey, kid?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you hiding a dog from me?”

Eddie frowned, confused. What?

“No?”

His uncle let out a huff.

“Just wanted to know why there’s so much fur on the couch.”

Oh. Oh shit. 

Eddie’s brain went blank with panic. Because, Wayne would be okay with him having a boyfriend. He’d probably survive the reveal that said boyfriend was a werewolf. But he might not survive knowing they fucked on the couch.

“No idea. Might be from Gareth’s dog? I’ll ask him to roll his clothes better.”

Wayne squinted at him, still suspicious. He’s known his nephew long enough to sniff out deceit. Eddie just gave him his best smile of oblivious innocence.

“Alright,” the man grumbled finally, flicking Steve’s butt hair from his favorite flannel. “But if you are hiding a dog from me, just fucking tell me, I’ll get a lint roller on the next grocery trip.”

#good to know tumblr kills my italics #monsterlovetober2023 #monster romance #monster lover #steddie #human/monster romance #fantasy romance #monsterfucker #spooktober #monster kink #werewolf steve harrington #steve x eddie #steve harrington #stranger things #eddie munson #monsterfucker eddie munson