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cpressmn · 2 years

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like you wanted it forever eddie gets to kiss steve instead of telling him to make vecna pay. it's a whole thing.

“Hey, Steve?”

It slips out before Eddie can stop himself. He didn’t actually want to say anything, was content with keeping it all to himself, but his brain and mouth don’t always communicate and now he’s frozen, stuck standing here watching Steve watch him.

It’s just that Eddie could die today. Or Steve could, or they both could, and no one would ever know how Steve has crawled under Eddie’s skin and settled into the space behind Eddie’s ribs. It’s just a crush, probably—it’s not like it’s been long enough for it to develop into much more.

But Steve hasn’t given him a moment’s peace since Eddie held him against the wall in that stupid fucking boat shack with a broken bottle pressed to his throat. Before then, really, if Eddie’s being honest. He’s been curious since he met Dustin and the shithead wouldn’t shut up about him, and he’s been furious since the tenth grade when Steve smiled at him in the hallway instead of sneering like Tommy H and Eddie’s traitorous heart had almost thundered out of his chest.

He’s been aware of Steve for years, is the thing, and he could overlook the pretty part when he focused on the douchebag part. And it worked. Until Chrissy. Until he found out about some fucking monster dimension and a girl with superpowers. Until Steve was reassuring him and looking after all those kids and sacrificing himself at every opportunity and taking a bite out of an honest to God bat, Jesus fucking Christ.

And Eddie’s not stupid. He knows Steve is probably straight and still hung up on his ex and would never be interested in someone like Eddie, but he can’t help himself. He’s captivated by those big, brown eyes and that pretty pout and stupid fucking hair. Steve is beautiful and clueless and brave and kind and it makes Eddie want to pull out his hair and scream.

Steve is too much, and it’s not fair, and now they might die and Steve might hate him forever if they both even make it out of this but Eddie can’t bring himself to care. They’re already in hell, so why not?

“Yeah?” Steve’s still staring at him, expectant. His lips are turned down in concern and Eddie doesn’t feel like resisting anymore. “Hey, man, you alr—”

He strides forward, determined, and grabs a stunned Steve by his cheeks before pressing their lips together.

It’s awkward at first. Steve doesn’t react, just stands there, unmoving, and right as regret is seeping into Eddie’s bones and he’s about to pull away, Steve seems to come to life. He grabs Eddie’s waist with both hands and pulls him in, kissing back fervently, like this is all he’s living for, like he’ll die if they stop. It takes Eddie by surprise, but he’s not complaining.

Kissing Steve is like shredding on his guitar in front of a cheering audience, the adrenaline and rightness of it all lighting up his insides so bright it makes him dizzy, shoves his heart into his throat. And when Steve licks into Eddie’s mouth and moans quietly as Eddie sucks on his tongue in return, Eddie knows he doesn’t want to go a day without this. One of Steve’s hands leaves Eddie’s waist to cross behind his back and cup the back of Eddie’s skull, tangling his fingers in his curls and tugging, just enough to reposition Eddie’s head for better access as he delves into his mouth again. It feels like lightning striking, sparking down Eddie’s spine.

Eddie suppresses a shudder, and he knows that he won’t be able to stop if they keep going for much longer. Steve’s mouth on his is much more addicting than he feared, and he feared the worst. He slows them down, using his hold on the other man’s jaw to control their pace, to keep Steve from surging forward again, making the choice for both of them even though he can feel Steve frowning.

He kisses Steve one, two, three times before taking a shaky step backwards. Eddie releases the front of Steve’s vest, unaware one of his hands had moved to grip it at some point, and gives it an awkward pat. “Don’t die out there, yeah?”

Steve stares at him, lips bright red and chest heaving, prettier than he has any right to be. He gives a weak nod. His eyes are still trained on Eddie’s mouth, hungry, and he sways forward slightly.

Eddie laughs softly and pushes him away, something sparking deep in his belly. “Later,” he promises. He’s not sure he can trust himself to say much more than one word at this point.

Dazed, Steve nods again, but the tittering coming from Robin and Nancy reminds them they have an audience and seems to shock Steve back into functioning at least somewhat like a person. He clears his throat and glares half-heartedly at Eddie. “You’re such an asshole.”

Eddie huffs, delighted, not offended in the slightest and hopelessly endeared as Steve runs a hand through his hair. It’s a better reaction than he could’ve hoped for. Still, he brings a hand to his chest and feigns innocence. “Me?”

Steve gives his bandana a sharp downward tug, fixing what he spent the past couple minutes mussing, and says, “We’re talking about your shitty timing when I get back.” Eddie can barely process anything beyond the hand that settles on his hip and squeezes. “I’m gonna be pissed if you’re not alive, Munson,” he warns. Steve nods in Dustin’s direction, who looks torn between horrified and delighted. “Henderson, too.”

“I’ll keep him safe,” Eddie says, adjusting Steve's strap as an excuse to rest his hand in the middle of his chest.

“Yourself, too.”

Steve smiles and presses a brief kiss to Eddie’s lip as a promise.

It only lasts a second, but Robin’s apparently already reached her limit with them. “If you two are done, there’s a super-powered psychopath trying to murder our friends that we need to stop? Ring any bells?”

“Yeah, sounds vaguely familiar.” Steve rolls his eyes, gives Eddie’s hip one last squeeze before he finally rips himself away to walk backwards, towards the girls but still facing Eddie, annoyingly and effortlessly charming. He doesn’t say anything, just looks at Eddie like he can’t believe he’s real, like he’ll disappear if Steve looks away for even a moment. It makes Eddie feel all sorts of gooey and ridiculous.

“You’re gonna trip like that, and I’m gonna have to laugh,” Eddie tells him, raising his voice as the distance between them grows.

“You just wanna watch my ass as I walk away.”

“Don’t keep me waiting then, princess.”

Steve’s too far away for Eddie to see if the pet name flustered him the same way big boy did, but he laughs and obeys, turning around to keep walking.

Within seconds, he’s casting a look back over his shoulder and grinning helplessly when he meets Eddie’s eyes, like he didn’t mean to but he can’t not. A wide, dopey smile spreads across Eddie’s own face in response, broadening when Steve looks away with a shake of his head and what sounds like a muttered, fucking dickhead. Eddie has never wanted him more.

He wishes he could call out to him, grab him by the collar and pull him in again, but Steve’s figure is getting smaller, shoving at a laughing Robin and accepting a gentle, approving nudge from Nancy, and it’s all the motivation Eddie needs to make sure they make it out, the light at the end of this gruesome nightmare.

Dustin’s smug expression is quite truthfully the last thing he wants to see when he turns around, so of course it’s closer than he thought it’d be when he turns around. Taunting remarks wouldn’t be enough to diminish the fluttering in his chest, but he still really doesn’t want to hear it.

“Don’t.”

“I’m happy for you,” Dustin says, practically beaming at him.

“Oh, Jesus Christ,” Eddie mutters as he pushes past him and heads for his trailer.

“I did tell you so,” Dustin reminds him cheerfully as he follows him. “I’m just saying, clearly, you should listen to me more.”

Eddie rolls his eyes and opens the door for the kid. “You said he wouldn’t beat the shit out of me if I tried to make a move. Not exactly the same thing, Henderson.”

“Okay, I didn’t predict how,” Dustin makes a face, “enthusiastic he’d be. But it still counts.”

Eddie grins. He leans his head against the door, fighting off a lovelorn sigh. “He was really into it, wasn’t he?”

Dustin quirks an eyebrow. “About as much as you. I thought you were going to swallow him whole at one point—”

“Alright, Henderson, yup, thank you—”

“Like a python, you know? Just unhinge your jaw and—”

“Okay,” Eddie ushers him inside, “I think we’re done now.”

Dustin laughs and gets to work, but all Eddie can think about is Steve’s hands on him, in his hair, on his waist, a trail of fire left in his wake. He still feels the ghost of Steve’s lips on his, can still hear the quiet noises he let slip.

He bites back another smile. If they survive, he’s going to continue what they started and not let up until Steve is a panting, writhing mess beneath him, until Steve knows from the way Eddie presses his mouth to his skin just how beautiful he is, how perfect and tempting and good. Eddie desperately wants to see Steve taken care of for a change, and he wants to be the one to do it.

(They do. He does. Everyone pretends to hate them for it.)

you can read this on ao3 here

#did i force myself to finish this just so i could mark it as a completed prompt maybe so #anyway this is how that moment SHOULD'VE gone. fuck the duffel hags fr #steddie #pookies #steddie fic #this one was just completely unprompted #.docx #steve x eddie #steve x eddie fic #steddie prompts #not actually but i'm making it count

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afewproblems · 1 year

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For the writing prompts - steddie, 3. “I’m not jealous” or 31. “You weren’t supposed to laugh!”? Pls & Ty

-steddierthings

Thank you so much @steddierthings for your lovely prompt! I chose number 3, "I'm not Jealous" (I was trying to get both prompts but just couldn't come up with a solid enough idea for the two of them)

This is partly inspired by this post that I read recently but I really like this idea and I do hope that you enjoy!

This was the last straw, Gareth thinks to himself, his face in his hands, fingers dangerously close to plunging themselves into his eyes.

“I can’t take it anymore man,” Gareth groans as Jeff takes a seat at their favorite table. It’s tucked away into the far corner of the Hideaway, the thick shiny veneer has been dulled over the years and the honey wood beneath is covered in thick layers of graffiti and carved initials. Jeff is particularly proud of the Metallica logo he painstakingly free-drew out on one of the corners while the bartender wasn’t looking.

Jeff snorts as his gaze travels to Eddie at the bar before falling back to Gareth, who has dropped his hands in favour of glaring at the back of their friend.

"If I have to hear him fuckin' harp about Harringtons perfect lips one more time I swear I'm going to lose it," he mutters before taking one last pull on the nearly empty bottle in front of him. Gareth winces at the taste of warm beer as he swallows the dregs and puts the bottle down a tad harsher than he means to.

Jeff rolls his eyes and smirks, "I don't think it's going to stop anytime soon dude, he's too much of a chicken-shit to actually do anything about it," he shrugs and takes a swig of his own beer, "besides, you remember him after the senior swim meet?"

"Oh my Goood," Gareth groans and drops his head to the sticky table surface, "he didn't shut up about that swim suit, or his moles, for a fucking month".

Now admittedly, Gareth could appreciate that Steve Harrington was hot, he had eyes in his head after all.

But he just couldn't understand this sudden resurgence of Eddie's very vocal pining from afar.

After the whole business with poor Chrissy, the man-hunt that left Gareth and Jeff incredibly spooked, and the sudden earthquakes that swallowed much of their small town, Eddie had come back to their band with a gaggle mismatched party members that trailed after him like lost puppies -including Steve Harrington.

Now, Robin Buckley and Nancy Wheeler made sense. Robin was one of their own -a band geek, sheep adjacent in her own right and Nancy was Mike's sister, whip-smart and twice as scary.

But Steve, former jock and King of the hallways of Hawkins high?

It made no sense.

But, he had been there for Eddie through it all apparently. Steve had sat at his bedside in the hospital, trading off with Wayne and Dustin to let them go home for a rest while they waited for Eddie to wake up. He had brought over food to the Munson's new trailer to help while Eddie was still recovering, and even offered to host their renewed Hellfire nights at the Harrington House rather than the school.

As much as Gareth hated to admit it, Steve Harrington actually seemed to have turned into a decent dude.

Which brings him back to the issue at hand.

"I just don't get why he won't shut up about him man," Gareth says with a sigh, he looks over at Jeff who is busy rolling his eyes and looking for an empty spot on their table to tag with his pen.

"I mean, you would if you've ever been hopelessly in love with someone before," Jeff says with a shrug before elbowing Gareth sharply as Eddie makes his way back to the table with three beers.

Oh…well shit.

"Maybe he just needs a little push," Gareth hums under his breath to Jeff as Eddie plunks the bottles down and slides them across the table toward them.

"What are we talking about?" Eddie asks as he takes a seat on one of the mismatched chairs on the far side of the table, he looks between Jeff and Gareth expectantly with a crooked grin.

Gareth takes the new bottle in front of him and tears at the slightly damp paper label with his nail, as a new thought blooms, he turns to meet Jeff's eyes with a grin and lets the thought travel through their gaze.

I have a plan.

No.

Dude, trust me!

Jeff shakes his head and hides a smile behind his beer as he takes another swig.

"We were just talking about the next Hellfire meeting, maybe we can sweet talk Harrington into hosting again for us," Gareth says, trying to keep his voice level, he leans forward on his elbows and ignores the sigh that escapes Jeff beside him.

Eddie brightens slightly and smiles for a moment before it disappears as his eyes narrow suspiciously, "probably," he says after a beat, "why?"

"No reason," Gareth hums again as innocently as he can manage, "Steve's great, it'll be cool to catch up on how the Hoosiers are doing, that's all".

Eddie freezes across the table and Jeff kicks Gareth's leg, hard, he fights off a wince at the impact and kicks back.

"I uh," Eddie stutters out as he slowly seems to gain his movement back, "I didn't know you liked Basketball".

Gareth waves his left hand and drops his gaze back to the bottle in his right, trap set.

"I don't follow it that closely, that's why it's nice to talk to Steve about it," he lies.

Gareth has no interest in Basketball and has not in fact spoken to Steve much, outside of thanking him for hosting their last session. He can feel Jeff's gaze boring into the side of his face, it's one lie, one little white lie and it's for a good purpose, right? For love!

He tries not to let Eddie's somber face eat away at him for the rest of the night.

It's at the next Hellfire night that Gareth decides to kick things up a notch despite Jeff's warnings.

"Just don't do anything really stupid man," Jeff tells him over the phone before the game. It wasn't like it was malicious, Eddie just needed a little push in the right direction.

Maybe a big push.

Gareth takes a deep breath as he walks into the kitchen of the Harrington house, he'd never been here himself during the wild party phase King Steve had been infamous for and he can see why it was the central hub for the popular crowd.

The kitchen itself is massive and the in-ground pool outside the window seems like it would be fun in the summer without the chill of April winds and the tarp covering it.

Steve is in the kitchen talking with Eddie, he's wearing a slightly oversized forest green sweater and tight blue-jeans which --even Gareth catches himself staring a little too long at. Focus.

He's bent over the oven and putting something on a cookie sheet onto the middle rack before standing back up and closing the door. Steve takes off the floral oven mitts and sweeps his wild hair away from his heat-flushed face. Eddie seems to be listening but his eyes are just slightly glazed over and lingered far too long on the swell of Steve's jean-clad ass as he bent over.

"Hey man," Gareth calls out from the kitchen entrance, he ignores the way Eddie freezes again before slumping into a pout.

"Oh hey," Steve says, his voice tinged with slight surprise, "you excited for the session tonight?"

Gareth nods and siddles up closer to the pair, he leans around to take a peek at the oven behind them and sniffs the air exaggeratedly, "oh what did you make for us this time Harrington? I swear, if you cooked for me like that every day I'd die a happy man".

A pretty pink blush blooms over Steve's cheeks and ears as he fumbles with one of the oven mitts, and Okay, if Eddie doesn't make a move soon maybe….

No. Focus up man.

Steve's large hazel eyes flick from Gareth to Eddie so fast he almost misses it.

"Uh, I mean, it's just some pizza rolls, I didn't actually have time today," Steve mumbles with a shrug, he doesn't seem to notice the furious glare that Eddie shoots Gareth's way, too busy turning around to set the timer on the little plastic egg on the counter.

"Next time, I'm sure," Gareth says with a smile, knocking his shoulder into Steves and leaning into his space, a startled high pitched laugh bubbles out of Steve who shrugs again.

Eddie reaches out and slings an arm around Steve's shoulders, tugging him slightly away from Gareth and into Eddie's space. He watches, fascinated as Steve relaxes slightly into Eddie's hold.

"Stevie here does such a good job taking care of us," Eddie says sweetly into Steve's ear, he may as well have pissed in a circle around the kitchen and told Gareth to back off and eat glass, it doesn't go unnoticed the way Steve seems to bask in the attention -to Gareth anyway.

Ah well, in for a penny.

"How is it that someone hasn't snatched you up yet Harrington? He cooks, he cleans, he hosts game nights? Like a regular Carol Brady or something," Gareth asks, his voice almost wavers as Eddie's hackles rise. Eddie's normally soft brown eyes have hardened and he's looking at Gareth as though trying to figure out if he could actually get away with kicking him in the shin, or somewhere slightly higher.

But then all at once Eddie sags, he abruptly drops his arm from Steve's shoulder and stomps out of the kitchen leaving Steve and Gareth alone as the back door slams shut.

Well shit.

Steve's eyebrows crinkle together worriedly as he bites his bottom lip, his eyes trained on the back door, "that was mean," he says softly before finally shifting his gaze to meet Gareth's surprised face, "I know what you were trying to do, but I don't think he was really ready to talk about it yet man," Steve continues with a shake of his head before seemingly steeling himself.

Steve breathes out a long sigh and hands Gareth the oven mitt in his hand without looking at him, "that timer is going to go off in about eight more minutes, just flip them when it goes off and then put them back for another ten".

And with that Steve steps around him to follow Eddie out the door.

"I told you not to do anything stupid man," Jeff's voice floats into the kitchen from the hall, Gareth resists the urge to knock his head into the wall beside him.

"I know, I know," he mumbles as Jeff takes the spot that Eddie and Steve had vacated, "I should probably go apologize, can you watch these?" Gareth gestures towards the oven as he hands over the mitts.

Jeff's nods and rolls his eyes again as he leans back against the counter, "I better hear groveling dude," he calls out as Gareth makes his way towards the back door, "don't think Eddie wouldn't kill your character just to spite you!"

Gareth walks a little faster at the thought.

Without a porch light the yard is dark but for the pale moonlight that stretches over the lawn and patio. He makes his way down the stairs but pauses as soft voices reach his ears.

"I'm not, I'm not jealous man," Eddie scoffs, his voice comes out in a sharp growl.

"No, Eds, that's not what I'm saying--"

"Why would I be jealous, I don't own you, you can date or screw whoever you want Harrington," Eddie says again, his voice now bitter and soft.

There's silence for a moment before Steve speaks slowly, "whoever I want huh?"

"Be my guest," Eddie scoffs again.

Gareth tip toes over, closer to the corner of the house and crouches down beside the bushes before peeking around the corner, just in time to see Steve step forward and slowly cup Eddie's face before leaning in to kiss him.

Gareth resists the urge to cheer in relief, but it's a near thing.

Eddie is frozen for a moment before he seems to come back to himself, his hands rise up to thread into Steve's hair and around the small of his back as Eddie walks them backwards into the side of the house, he presses Steve against it drawing out a surprised gasp which Eddie swallows with a please hum.

Gareth takes this as his queue to back away slowly and tip toe back up the stairs, no need to add voyeurism to his list of crimes for the day.

When Steve and Eddie do finally return to the kitchen, Steve's hair is in complete disarray and his lips are nearly as red as his flushed cheeks. Eddie grins widely, radiating happiness, and saunters in with his arm loosely draped around Steve's waist.

Eddie spots Gareth hovering awkwardly near the oven, Jeff pays neither of them any mind as he takes out their treats from the oven and asks Steve for a hand plating everything for the kids in the living room. Steve smiles knowingly at Jeff, his eyes trail over to Eddie and Gareth once before he snags a platter from the cupboard and leads Jeff to the farthest side of the kitchen.

"I suppose I have you to thank for that?" Eddie says quietly, the rising volume in the living room teases the arrival of the kids at any moment.

"Yeah, look I'm sorry man--"

Eddie waves him off and claps him on the back with a small smile, "eh, it's fine, I needed a little push, wasted a lot of time thinking I didn't deserve everything I wanted," he says softly.

Eddie snorts suddenly and a playful grin blooms over his face as he brings up his hand to poke Gareths chest, "Besides, I'm your DM remember? I can throw an ancient red dragon at you guys next time and tell the kids it's your fault".

Eddie cackles as he leaves Gareth in stunned silence to join Steve and Jeff on their way into the hallway. He slips his hand into Steve's back pocket as he joins them.

Gareth groans quietly, and starts mentally writing out a new character backstory, he has a feeling his current Elf Ranger wasn't going to last that much longer.

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steddiemicrofic · 4 months

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happy new year babies and GET DIGGING👷‍♀️ because your January prompt is

🕳️ hole | 404 words 🕳️

grab your shovels, your darning needles, or your tub of crisco; push them down a hole or have them hole up in a cabin; as always feel free to interpret the prompt however you want! bonus points awarded if you can keep it G rated but we all know you’re not gonna

y’all know the drill but for any new players: fic must be steddie-centric 3rd pov with a title, rating, and any relevant content warnings at the top, and the body of your story should be 404 words exactly when you paste it into wordcounter.net. mods will comment a 🥧 emoji once your wc is verified to let you know your story has been added to the queue

regretting this already,

wynn 😘

#steddiemicrofic #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddiemicroficjanuary #steddie drabble #steddie fic #steddie prompts

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thefreakandthehair · 1 year

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idk if this is too weirdly niche but—

asmr!Eddie and insomniac!Steve. Eddie’s voice has been lulling Steve to sleep for months now, but he never shows his face so he has no idea what this mystery man who whispers him to sleep like lullabies night after night even looks like. then one night, he and Robin are catching a movie at the local theater and someone behind them drops their water bottle. it rolls down by Steve's feet, knocking in to the back of his heel. the person behind them leans forward and whispers hey, mind grabbing me that? and Steve would recognize that voice anywhere.

#steddie #steddie fanfiction #steddie fanfic #steddie prompts #steve harrington x eddie munson #eddie munson x steve harrington #steve harrington #eddie munson #myfic #lore and more

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infinite-orangepeel · 1 year

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So consider this… It’s two weeks after the end of S4, Poor Steve is trying to unwind at home as best he can so he’s taken to jerking off regularly and letting himself be as loud as he wants ‘cause who the fuck still lives in Hawkins these days? And then the lights start flickering, the camera does a full 360 sideways and there is a very much alive very red-faced Eddie Munson in the upside-down version of Steve’s house, rapidly flickering the lights and shouting “I CAN HEAR YOU HARRINGTON, GODDAMN IT!”

ANON ! i'm in love with you and kissing you on the forehead for this one. 1) because it made me cackle out loud and i was in need of a good laugh, so thank you my angel 😇 and 2) because i'm now convinced that this has to be a scene in s5 or i'll simply pass away ! too good !!

!! PLEASE READ BELOW BEFORE CLICKING THE READ MORE !!

before we continue and get onto the prompt, this post is very much scandalous/nsft (minors close your eyes and scroll away).

ficlet contains: monsterfucking, breeding, masturbation, accidental voyeurism, kas!eddie/steve harrington, and general filth. if that’s not your thing, no problem, i’d just suggest skipping this one :)

now, i'm imagining eddie's in kind of a clusterfuck, here. he's trapped in the UD. and he's scared out of his mind, hungry, exhausted, drained of all hope, losing it, etc. steve's UD house was the closest place he could find to take shelter after waking up from the whole demobat attack (and let's face it, subconsciously or not, eddie takes comfort in the fact that the house obviously reminds him of steve).

and the first few times he hears steve jerking off, eddie thinks he's genuinely imaging it. because, like, there's just no way steve 'the hair' harrington--former king steve of hawkins high--is making noises that breathy, sinful, and sweet. there's just no way ! what with the high pitched whines, bratty little moans, and out of character babbling about wanting his pussy fucked hard--there's just NO FUCKING WAY.

however, it does do something to eddie's dick (which has grown considerably, btw, since he started transforming into...well...he's not entirely sure what he is anymore, but he's definitely something other than human...he knows that).

his cock aches and throbs obscenely as he tries to drown out steve's cries of pleasure from above.

but he can't help it. eddie really, really can't. he's got it bad. he feels absolutely sick with want. and he's simply overtaken by the glorious sounds of this beautiful boy. newly sensitive ears burning from listening to steve's wet, sloppy, cock fucking into his veiny hand or against the sheets (which eddie can tell he's doing because he can smell the waft of linen and hear the painful drag of skin on fabric).

and the thing is, the more it happens, the more possessive eddie's hind brain gets about steve harrington.

the more he finds himself taking out his own enormous, barbed dick and milking himself over steve's UD bed. closing his eyes as he does so, he imagines mounting the boy, shoving his face into the pillows, taking him from behind and stuffing him full with load after load of cum.

eddie wants steve to carry his babies--even though it's not technically biologically possible (to his knowledge, shhh). he wants to watch his belly bulge and stretch; on the verge of bursting from how huge eddie's cock is inside him. he wants to use steve as his own personal cock warmer, employ the barbs, and lock himself into place. he wants to brush up against steve's untouched prostate relentlessly, draw moan after moan out of him, make steve scream out those sweet sounds just for him. draining ever last ounce of his cum into this perfect boy as he makes him writhe and undulate from the magnitude of his pleasure. pleasure only eddie munson--this new version of himself, enhanced and engorged with desire--can give him.

then the day comes where eddie's convinced he's going to bite his own arm off if he doesn't get his hands on steve soon. steve, who, can't seem to stop jacking off. constantly moaning and whining and crying out eddie's name as he cums so sweetly. never brining another human into the room. always by himself, always touching his cock so carefully. treating it like something delicate, teasing himself, and taking his time.

and eddie's hind brain is growing irritable. he's frigid, desperate, and heart-broken over the fact that he can't protect and serve his human directly. that he can't be the one to give steve comfort. he's constantly growling, rutting against anything that smells even faintly of steve in the UD version of his house, and builds a proper nest for him (despite knowing they're in two separate worlds, he can dream. just in case).

as eddie puts the finishing touches on the nest and groans in satisfaction, he hears steve performing his daily ritual up above. and as usual, he sounds heavenly. eddie can smell the boy's precum, can practically taste his skin, pictures the angelic slide of his measly human hand on that pretty pink cock (it's what he imagines, he's never seen it). he's certain this will finally send his monster over the edge, make him spontaneously combust if he has to hear steve sucking on his own fingers and crying about eddie one more time; so without thinking his hind brain starts flickering all of the lights in steve's house and he shouts:

"“I CAN HEAR YOU HARRINGTON, GODDAMN IT! YOU'RE GOING TO DRIVE ME INSANE! JESUS CHRIST! YOU HAVE TO STOP!"

steve pauses. there are tears in his eyes, a huge smile on his face, and he’s laughing like it's the funniest thing in the world. and god, that's a beautiful sound, too. the sound of his happy chirping human.

"munson? munson, is that really you? oh my god, oh my god! you're alive?" he smells of salty cheeks and lavender; soft and pleasant.

"yeah, it's me," eddie fights to sound normal--doesn't want to accidentally growl and scare him away, "and i've been listening to your 24-hour cum fest for the past three weeks straight. you got something to say for yourself, pretty boy? or just 'oh eddie, oh eddie, right there! feels so good'?" he mimics in a nasaly interpretation of steve’s voice.

steve's laughter rings out through the darkness of the upside down, blows back the tattered curtains on the warped bedroom window, and travels back to eddie's perked ears in a gorgeous tune. sonorous hymn written just for his bleak, forlorn heart. giving it every reason to keep beating.

"okay, okay. quit it. give a guy a damn break," he says, "grief looks different for everyone and mine just happens to look particularly horny when it comes to you."

eddie feels more human than he has in a long time. despite the changes to his body, despite his uncontrollable urges, despite the fucking breeding nest sitting in the corner--steve makes him whole, steve makes him alive, steve makes him feel safe and that's all that matters.

"so you gonna come pick me up from the upside down or what, big boy?" he gazes up at the roof, as if he can actually meet eyes with steve, because maybe--just maybe--some day soon he will, again.

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ardentwench · 1 year

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Steve and Eddie getting drunkenly married in a basement party by an errant pastor illegally performing ceremonies for couples during a pride event only to both personally take their vows seriously once they’re sober, despite the fact Robin insists they can all pretend it didn’t happen since it wasn’t legal or documented and they just got together that same day so it’s insane to hold themselves to it.

#steddie #steddie prompts #i might expand on this later the thought won’t leave my head #steve/eddie #steve harrington/eddie munson #steve x eddie

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acowardinmordor · 6 months

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Steddie and Friends

It is the nature of being a writer that you will end up with plot bunnies you know you'll never write. Maybe because you're realistic about how much time you have, or maybe because you don't want to write it, you want to read it. Since I am a standard bearer for team 'I swear this WiP isn't abandoned' I'm not starting new ones.

That does not, however, stop my brain from jumping up with the ideas like freaking popcorn.

So, yes, prompt memes do exist for Stranger Things and Steddie in particular, but this is set up for something just slightly different. A rescue shelter for ideas and prompts. All of those stray ideas you badly want to read but know you'll never have time to write, this is a place for you to put them up for adoption.

The Ao3 prompt collection is setup right now to let you post up to 50 prompts. It's very easy, click the link, sign up, add prompts. I've started adding mine, which means now, other victims of the brain rot, I'm asking you to look at the solo sock drawer of fic ideas in your mind, and admit which ones you aren't going to reunite. The plot bunnies in your yard you don't want to cull because you love them, but you also know you can't raise properly. The story ideas that you had a smokin hot one night stand with, but you know you're never going to text them.

Put them up for adoption so they can find their forever home with a writer who has the time to actually write them.

Do me a favor and spread this. It has a link in it, so who knows if Tumblr will show it in searches, and I feel a little silly only having my own ideas up there.

#steddie #fic ideas #steddie prompts #stranger things prompts #Steddie and Friends #prompt meme #idk how to tag this to find people #hence the need for others to share it

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wynnyfryd · 8 months

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alright fuck it besties send me some prompts and help me get out of this writing funk

tagging some mutuals who will bully gently encourage me @legitcookie @thefreakandthehair @messessentialist @wormdebut @griefabyss69 @steddieas-shegoes @mcneen @steves-strapcollection @delta-piscium @violetsteve @steddielations @hellion-child @sweetcreaturetm

#steddie #steddie prompts #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie fic #seriously pls i’m so bored of myself lol #robin buckley #stobin fic

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piratefishmama · 11 months

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Merman Steve falling hopelessly in love with the wild-haired human that makes music along the shore, enraptured, mesmerized by the melodies the human makes like some kind of Siren, luring him to the shallows as if Steve were a sailor, blindly following beautiful song through the fog to jagged rocks and a watery grave.

#steddie prompts

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the-angst-chronicles-fanworks · 9 months

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Famous!Oblivious!Steddie Modern AU

Where Steve and Eddie are both famous, but neither have heard of each other: Eddie is famous with his metal band and that’s just not Steve’s scene; Steve is a famous basketball player and Eddie has never voluntarily watched a sport in his life

And they meet when they both going incognito somewhere and think the other is not famous and they’re immediately attracted to each other and hit it off great and keep seeing each other. And they both want to have private dates so neither question each others excuses much.

They only figure it out several months in, after they’re photographed together and the internet blows up about *Steve Harrington* and *Eddie Munson* dating

#steddie #steddie au #I keep seeing aus where one of them is famous and the other one is oblivious #and I thought what if they are both famous and both oblivious #steddie prompts #my prompts #writing prompts #I’m gonna write this one day but I take a billion years so everyone else who likes it should also write it so I can read it lol #stranger things #Steve Harrington #famous Steve Harrington #basketball player Steve Harrington #Eddie Munson #famous Eddie Munson #musician Eddie Munson

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sokkas-first-fangirl · 1 year

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Steve isn't used to being wooed, he's always done the wooing himself. Then Eddie starts bringing him flowers and stuff, and Steve realizes he might actually like being wooed for a change 👀

Ooohhh 👀👀

Steve had a way of doing things. The Harrington Charm was infamous. He wooed, he swept his past girlfriends off their feet. Surely wooing Eddie wouldn't be that different.

And, here's the thing, Eddie shrugged and admitted he'd never been on a proper date.

"But-!" Steve stared for a second. "But you're hot!"

Eddie had laughed, delighted. "Steve, baby, who in Hawkins would date me?"

Steve hated that Eddie had a point. So he promised himself he'd knock Eddie's socks off. He'd woo that boy like he'd wooed no one else before.

Then Eddie made him a mixtape. An honest-to-God mixtape, mostly of Steve's favourite songs and a few Eddie said "Just reminded me of you." Eddie, who hated pop and frequently teased Steve for listening to the Top 40...Made him a mixtape of pop songs. He'd listened to Steve's favourites, he put in songs that just made him think of Steve, and they were love songs.

And then- and then- the audacity of it! Eddie brought him flowers! Him! Steve Harrington!

Sure, Steve brought him flowers too. He'd admit, it was cute and pretty funny. He went to pick Eddie up for their date, flowers in hand. Eddie opened the door and there were flowers in his hand too.

"Great minds think alike," Eddie quipped, kissing Steve on the cheek. It was such a classic move, one Steve would pull himself, that he couldn't help but grin.

"Yeah," he said, feeling oddly flustered. "Guess we do."

Not one to be outdone, he took Eddie's hand and kissed his knuckles, delighting in Eddie's blush. I've still got it, Steve thought with a smile.

Still...Maybe it wouldn't hurt to split the wooing evenly this time. Turns out, being on the other end was pretty fun too.

#answers #asks #prompts #steddie #steve x eddie #eddie x steve #eddie munson #steve harrington #my writing #snippets #stranger things #stranger things fanfic #steddie prompts

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cpressmn · 2 years

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i love love love your prompts. 9 or 19, whichever you prefer <3

i was gonna try to combine them, but all i could think about was your fic so i decided to try and be original instead. hope it's everything you were dreaming it would be <3

19. sitting on each other's laps

“Nope, get up. That’s my seat.” Steve snaps his fingers at Dustin, other hand balancing his plate of pizza.

“You got up,” Dustin counters. “You forfeit all rights to your seat when you get up.”

Steve doesn’t bother arguing with the kid, knowing he’ll be met with a snotty, Those are the rules, Steve. What, you want me to change the universal laws of dibs for you? Get over it. Instead, he frowns at El, settled in between Dustin and Lucas on the couch in the Wheeler’s basement. “You were supposed to save my spot.”

She has the grace to look at least a little sorry. “I tried.”

“You have superpowers. Seems like maybe you could’ve tried a little harder.”

El shrugs, apparently done feeling apologetic.

“She just likes me more than she likes you. More than anyone, actually.” Dustin slings his arm around her shoulders, gummy smile on full display. “I’m her favorite.”

“Ha.” Max’s eyes are unfocused, but she still manages to fling an unimpressed look in Dustin’s direction, shifting in her wheelchair next to the couch.

“I’m her favorite boy,” Dustin corrects.

“Hey! What about me?” Lucas pouts.

“I’m literally her boyfriend,” Mike says from where he’s sitting on the recliner opposite Eddie, taking a break from their discussion about the latest campaign to scold his best friends.

“Tough shit. Still her favorite.”

El looks at Mike, then at Lucas, at Dustin, considering, and back to Mike. “Dustin’s my favorite,” she confirms.

“That’s messed up,” Lucas mutters, accepting Max’s consoling pat on his arm.

“Congratulations,” Steve says dryly, interrupting Dustin’s cheers of victory and Mike’s flustered protests. “Now where am I supposed to sit?”

“You can sit right here, princess.”

Eddie, comfortably sprawled in one of the recliners, pats his lap and grins smugly at Steve, like he knows his invitation won’t be accepted.

It’s been some kind of unspoken competition between the two of them lately, seeing who can get under the kids’ skin the fastest with their excessive displays of affection and pet names. It started with a co-parenting bit the kids developed several weeks back. The dipshits love to tease them, enjoy how frustrated Steve gets when they call him their mom and Eddie their dad, and the best way to get them to lay off, Steve had reasoned, was to lean into it.

Instead of huffing or rolling his eyes the next time the kids told Eddie to “talk some sense into his wife,” Steve had said, “Eddie agrees with me. Don’t you, honey?” while unnecessarily straightening the collar of Eddie’s jacket, pressed close into his space.

Eddie’s eyes had widened in surprise, but only briefly. Almost immediately, his hands were settled on Steve’s hips, and he was crooning something ridiculous, along the lines of, “Always, baby.” It had the kids gagging in response, making various faces and comments that all meant the same thing: they hated seeing the two of them act like this.

Which is, of course, exactly why Steve and Eddie keep doing it.

It’s like a game of Gay Chicken, except the only people they’re trying to freak out are their obnoxious observers.

So when Eddie offers his lap and looks at Steve like he knows he won’t do it, like this is too far outside the range of Steve’s comfort level, Steve rises to the challenge.

Like he does most things in his life, Steve doesn’t think it through very much, just shrugs and plops down in Eddie’s lap. “Thanks,” he says over his shoulder, relishing the surprised sound Eddie lets slip.

It’s more uncomfortable than he thought it would be, and he shifts around a little, fully blaming Eddie’s skinny ass legs. He’s never actually sat in someone’s lap before, though, so maybe he’s a little to blame, too.

He always loved being the one with a lapful of the latest girl he was flirting with. He got to wrap his arms around her waist, tug her closer to his chest. It was easy to access her ear for whispered conversations and her neck for teasing kisses. And it was always nice, being that close to someone, the weight of them bearing down on him pleasant. Comforting, even.

This, though, being on the other end of it, isn’t as fun as he thought it would be. His thighs are tense, still holding himself up so he doesn’t crush Eddie beneath him, and he feels about two seconds away from toppling over.

“You’re not gonna break me, you know.” Eddie’s voice is low, his breath hot on the back of Steve’s neck, and Steve fights like hell to suppress a shudder. He’s supposed to be the one with the upper hand in all this. “I’m stronger than I look. Relax.”

Eddie’s arm loops around his middle and pulls him in, and Steve finally lets himself melt into his hold, resting his full weight on Eddie. He wraps an arm around Eddie’s shoulders and angles his body inward, keeping one leg tucked between both of Eddie’s and draping the leg closest to Eddie across Eddie’s other leg. He doesn’t resist it when Eddie grabs Steve’s outer thigh, keeping him in place. Steve would never admit it, but it’s almost…nice. Being held by Eddie like this. Possibly even better than being the one doing the holding.

“Must you? There’s a stool, like, right next to you,” Dustin says, pointing to the stool that is, in fact, available and right next to them.

Whatever. Steve shrugs. “This is more comfortable.”

“Aww, sweetheart,” Eddie coos and taps Steve’s nose with his ringed forefinger. Steve narrows his eyes. Leave it to Eddie to keep trying to one-up him. Trying and succeeding, which is the most irritating part.

“Ew,” Max says after Lucas explains to her what they’re doing. “Can you not?”

“Seriously. We were in the middle of a conversation,” Mike adds on, eyeing Steve with disdain.

“And? I’m not stopping you.” Steve takes a bite of his pizza. Pretends like this is completely normal and not at all affecting him in any way.

He feels, more than hears, Eddie chuckling and has to bite back his own smile in response. “Continue, Wheeler,” Eddie beckons, and everyone resumes their conversations before Steve interrupted them so he could sit on Eddie’s lap.

At least, Steve thinks they do. It’s hard to focus on anything other than the way Eddie is unconsciously rubbing his thumb in soothing circles against Steve’s waist. It’s a little dizzying, and Steve blames his recent dry spell on his reaction to such a simple touch. To any of Eddie’s touches as of late. He’s just desperate for any kind of human contact, so it only makes sense that he’s more sensitive to it, no matter who it’s coming from.

He’s startled out of his thoughts when El makes Dustin’s drink explode in his face. Dr. Pepper drips off his nose, and the room erupts into laughter as he lunges to wipe his face off on her sleeve despite her twisting away, squealing.

Eddie laughs, delighted, never tired of El’s displays of her powers, and his grip on Steve tightens. When he turns to Steve with his bright eyes and dimpled cheeks, Steve is powerless to do anything but return his smile and hope it doesn’t look too dopey.

Maybe Eddie would want to try this again during movie night this week. Steve reaches up to grasp his other wrist, properly encircling Eddie’s neck with his arms, and sinks further into Eddie’s hold. The kids would hate it.

#pretty sure this is going to be the opening to a longer fic i'm working on so for now it won't go on ao3 #anyway ty for prompting vio!!!! 🫶#your options were excellent it was so hard to choose between them #steddie #steddie prompts #asks #steddie fic #.docx #yes this does have some background #henderhop #mostly platonic though but it can be read as romantic. they're just a very underrated and special dynamic TOME #toburnup

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