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steddielations · 8 months

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nsfw text, steddie smut

They’re gonna be late.

Steve takes some responsibility but it’s mostly Eddie’s fault, the insatiable little bastard. It’s taken forever to get dressed, teasing each other through the process. Eddie’s really going for it, tugging on Steve’s belt, brushing his nipples while buttoning his shirt, bending over in front of him taking forever to tie his boots because he knows it drives Steve crazy, trying to goad Steve into fucking him.

Steve would gladly give him what he wants, but they’ve already fooled around so much today, wasting time and Eddie knows that, it’s his movie premiere they have to make it to. So Steve doesn’t give in, but maybe he purposely riles Eddie a little, standing behind him in the mirror as he fastens his thick leather necklace for him, fitting it snug against his throat the way he knows Eddie likes.

“This feels dirty,” Eddie smirks, his eyes going dark and hazy at Steve in the mirror.

“Cause you’re a little freak,” Steve teases, tugging the necklace before looping his arms around Eddie.

“Mm, call me that again, sweet talker.”

“You’d like it too much.”

Eddie turns, going in for a bitey little kiss, “Maybe rough me up while you do it, huh?”

“Eddie, we don’t have time for this, baby,” Steve says even as he kisses Eddie back.

“C’mon I wanna taste you, just a little,” Eddie lies, Steve knows what he wants and it’s not anything little.

He feels his hard-earned resolve melting away, crowding Eddie against the dresser as the kiss deepens. Any resistance is gone when Eddie guides his hand down, encouraging Steve to grope him beneath his skirt, a flowy black thing that stops under the knees but feels so racy to Steve nonetheless.

It blows his mind, having someone like Eddie all to himself, someone who wears what he wants and does what he wants and wants what he wants without giving a damn.

Steve’s hands are greedy and possessive, taking advantage of every precious piece of Eddie the skirt gives him easy access to. His fingers brush Eddie’s underwear, smaller and tighter ones with more control than he usually wears.

Steve groans against his mouth, fingers twisting in the fabric and pulling them down the small curve of Eddie’s ass, indulgently palming his cheeks, feeling Eddie shiver and moan in his arms.

Resolve broken, Steve pulls back and turns Eddie around by the waist, roughly lifting up his skirt.

Eddie cackles wildly, gripping the dresser and letting Steve manhandle him, “Thought we didn’t have time?”

Steve’s far too gone for this game but he plays smug anyway, meeting Eddie’s eyes in the mirror as he gives his ass a little slap, reveling in how Eddie goes pink and bites his lip. “Want me to fuck you or not?”

Eddie pushes back into Steve’s hand, bending forward some more, “See for yourself, stud.”

That’s when Steve catches sight of what’s between his cheeks, the shiny end of a plug nestled inside him.

Steve outright groans, “Eddie, you little fucking—”

“What are you gonna do with me, baby?” Eddie arches back against him enticingly, “What are you gonna do about it, hm?”

Something snaps, hot and crackling all through Steve, possessively gripping Eddie’s hip with one hand. The other wiggles the plug around before sliding it out, holding Eddie still when he rasps out a moan, his hole greedily clenching at the emptiness.

Steve doesn’t bother meeting Eddie’s gaze in the mirror, quickly undoing his belt and sliding his pants down just enough. He pumps himself a couple times, murmuring as he pushes against Eddie’s rim, “Gonna fuck you about it.”

They could use more lube but he knows Eddie likes it like this, clothes pushed aside, hurried and rough like they couldn’t spare another second, so hard up and needy for each other. Steve teases him with just the tip for a moment, smirking blissfully at the way Eddie squirms and groans, trying to push himself down on Steve’s cock.

Steve lets him get good and riled before he pushes all the way in, threading a hand in Eddie’s hair when his head falls forward with a punched out moan. Gripping just tight enough, Steve makes Eddie look at him in the mirror as he works up a pace, deep and indulgent.

The sight of Eddie makes Steve groan just as much as the feel of him, his dick tenting beneath his skirt, his messy eye makeup getting even more so. He’s gonna look so freshly fucked on the red carpet, which is exactly what he wanted to happen and the thought gives Steve a filthy thrill too.

“What else am I supposed to do when you look like this? You drive me fucking crazy, Eddie, I gotta have you,” Steve grits out, grinding deep inside, “Feel that, baby? Feel what you do to me?”

“So good, Steve, so—” Eddie moans brokenly.

“Yeah? This is what you wanted?” Steve fists his hair a little tighter when he doesn’t answer, wanting to kiss the small gasp he makes from his lips, “Isn’t it?”

“Yes, God, please. Fuck me however you want.”

Steve goes harder, his thrusts rocking the dresser where he’s got Eddie pinned against it, “Yeah I’m gonna give you what you need. Lift up your skirt for me, let me see you.”

Eddie releases his iron grip on the wood to do as he’s told. In the mirror, he lifts the skirt so Steve can see his dick achingly hard between his legs, leaking at the tip.

“Fuck, you look good like this, all hard and pretty,” Steve bites at his neck, “Is that all for me?”

Eddie responds somewhere between a hum and a whine, “Just for you,” his hands twitching where he holds his skirt, wanting to touch himself so badly.

“You're gonna be good if I take care of it for you, baby?” Steve murmurs, his ears burning with the needy noise Eddie makes in response.

He sounds more and more wrecked as Steve angles his hips just right and slams harder and harder into him. He reaches around, taking Eddie’s cock in his hand, slicking pre-come down his length and feeling Eddie throb in his palm.

Any time Eddie’s eyes roll back or he closes them too long, Steve grips his hair tighter, makes him look at him in the mirror. He loves when Eddie can’t hide behind a little grin, his mouth open and brows knitted upwards, nothing but explicit pleasure on his face.

His grip on Eddie’s hair slips, but before his head falls forward, Steve’s hand is already around his throat. His palm is broad against the vulnerable column, putting just the right amount of pressure that drives Eddie wild. He makes a choked off noise, his hole clenching around Steve in beautiful tight pulses as he fucks the come out of him.

Steve’s hips stutter once Eddie’s finished and shivering against him, making sure he’s buried deep inside when he comes, fucking every last drop back into Eddie. He chuckles when Eddie slumps against the dresser, eyes shut with a sated smile on his lips.

Steve would love to stand there and adore the sight but he has other plans. Wasting no time, he gently pulls out, buttons himself up and grabs the plug again. He revels in Eddie’s surprised gasp and the way that his body greedily accepts the plug, keeping Steve’s come inside.

“Oh, now this feels dirty,” Eddie says with a twisted little grin over his shoulder.

“That’s ‘cause it is,” Steve smacks his cheek for good measure, fixing his skirt and underwear for him, “Now come on, you said you’d be good, we have to go.”

A little unsteady on his feet, Eddie does as he’s told, giddily hanging off his shoulder and yeah, they’re late as shit but everything’s still perfect.

For the prompts “this feels dirty” “that’s because it is” and “i wanna taste you” for @cuips-not-cute I hope you enjoy this!!

#nothing to say for myself #thank you cuips ily!!!#steddie #steddie fic #steddie smut #steddie ficlet #steve harrington #eddie munson #rueswriting #btw if you sent me a prompt i'm slowly working through them (: some of them inspired some longer stuff hehe #sub bottom eddie munson #dom steve harrington

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pinterestmom5 · 12 days

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compiling a few asks because i want them in my inbox forever

Testing everyone’s HNK knowledge, who is the baby? (It’s Zircon!) Rutile is NOT the father everyone he just helps deliver he’s the doctor

On the moon they have food, phos suffers consequences

#asks #thank you for the wonderful prompts #houseki no kuni #land of the lustrous #hnk fanart #doodles #art #anime #hnk phos #hnk kongo #hnk rutile #i love baby phos #Happy 100th post btw ily all

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spaceratprodigy · 3 months

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(palette challenge) PINK LEMONADE OR WATERMELON FOR DELIRIS ⁉️⁉️⁉️

@oldworldwidgets — [ palette prompts ]

WATERMELON LEMONADE DELIRIS 💖💚

#💖💛💚❤#I am on my hands and knees rn #I had so much fun playing around with the colors and seeing what I could do with them #only the slightest of tweaking to the palette I wasn't vibing with one color so I made it a pale yellow #and then said fuck it and added a darker yellow as well #for you my darling we get the best of BOTH palettes combined 😈💅#this came out soooo cute and dreamyyyy #ALSO MISS DELILAH IS ALWAYS DROP DEAD GORGEOUS OKAY I CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF HER #just gals being pals adoringly staring into each others eyes or whatever #THANK YOU FOR THE PROMPT AUD THIS WAS PERFECT #I'm going to be eating this piece forever I can't stop looking at the girls #they deserve to be happy and the soft expressions are making my heart explode 🥺#ANYWAY #I am going to be rotating teddy and zinnie in my mind now at high speeds #ily ily ily blowing you so many kisses rn #my art #friend oc #sole survivor #fallout #fallout 4 #fo4 #also sobbing over the new snake patch on iris's jacket okay I've been so excited abt that one #it'll stand out more in her regular palette but aaaaa I intend it to be the same color as delilah's eyes :]

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capricornlevi · 2 months

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Pls write something abt asking toji where u should get a tattoo!! suggestive or nsfw if u want and If they're in an established relationship that would be good too

"so you're goin' into the studio tomorrow and still don't know what you're gonna get done?"

"or where it's gonna be" you remind toji, throwing yourself down on your couch and kicking your legs over his lap. he settles back into the cushion, spreading his thighs to allow you more room, resting a tattooed hand on your knee. "but i promised shoko i'd go with her and get one in solidarity, so i guess i'll have to be impulsive."

"not that i'm a fuckin' beacon of responsibility, but you do know they're forever, right?" he mumbles, eyes glinting as he tilts his head back. "not sayin' it has to be poetic or meaningful or anythin', you just ... you gotta like it. it's what gets you through the hours of sittin' in the chair."

"and what about you liking it?" you muse, rolling up your sleeve and holding out your bare forearm. "what if i came back with a gojo tattoo right here?"

he huffs at the mention of his rival artist's name. "i'd fire shiu for having the nerve to put that on you in my studio. him being the co-owner isn't gonna stop me."

and though he clearly isn't bothered by your joke, his brows pull together for a moment as he thinks something over.

"you sure you don't need me to do it?" he asks, quieter this time; an indication of his sincerity. "i can move around my bookings --"

you wave off his concerns. "nah, shoko is booked in for noon and shiu's got a space then, so i need to commit. but," you pause, flattered by his concern, and dip your head in to press a kiss to his jawline. "if i like it," and a kiss to his scarred lips, "you can do my next one."

he chuckles, low and deep, pulling you up onto his lap in earnest, arms looping around your shoulders until you're flush against his muscled chest.

"well, ya still need to pick where this one's gonna go," he murmurs, dropping his large hands to rest on your thighs -- though they don't stay there for long, trailing up and up until they linger at your hips.

"maybe here?" he offers quietly, thumb going under the fabric of your shirt and circling the sensitive skin by your hipbone.

"heard it's meant to hurt there," you mumble, though without much conviction, goosebumps raising wherever his hands touch you. your breath catches in your throat and toji grins, victorious.

"aw, we wouldn't want that, would we?" he whispers teasingly into your ear, shivers travelling down the back of your neck through your spine.

his hands travel up, up under your shirt until he's at your ribcage, fingertips resting at the side of your breasts.

"maybe here?" he wonders out loud, before shaking his head. "nah, can't have shiu seeing that much of you. so i guess that just leaves..."

he lifts his arms then, tugging your shirt over your head in one fluid motion, moving his hand for one last time to rest at the back of your neck, pulling you in for a heated kiss.

"here," he mumbled against your lips, index finger tapping against a spot by your nape. through the haze of his touch you barely manage a feeble nod, met with a low chuckle from toji.

he pulls back, lips kiss-slick and eyes scanning your form as you rock back and forth on his lap.

"guess we better map out all your future tattoos, huh?"

#toji x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #may's asks #may likes to write #anon i'm sorry this took ten thousand years but THANK YOU for the prompt ily!#minors do not interact #mdni!#the only time in history toji has been happy going into work

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dimonds456-but-only-hlvrai · 9 months

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My gift exchange artwork for @melonsharks! Absolutely loved drawing your designs, this was such a blast to work on!

#This was such a fun prompt heehee #i know i keep saying it but ily shark thank you for putting this together #like seriously you work so hard and do so much for us just because *why not*#im famously Bad At Words but you are loved and appreciated #sorry for giving you so much trouble as well- the Anxieties had me fbghdsaj #love ya man #frenrey #hlvrai #benrey #gordon feetman #hlvrai benrey #hlvrai gordon #gun #tw gun #blood #tw blood #death #tw death

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flowercrowngods · 1 year

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In which Eddie likes words that are pretty or funky or weird, and Steve goes on a treasure hunt for Good Words after learning that they make Eddie happy. They are utterly in love.

🤍 also on ao3

Eddie, with his bright eyes and brighter mind, has opened Steve’s eyes to a great many things. Steve just never anticipated that words would one day be included in that.

It starts with his name. They’re hanging out at Eddie’s and Wayne’s new place, and his boyfriend is pouring over something — Steve can’t quite tell if he’s doing school work or working on his DnD campaign — when Steve hears it.

“Stevie.”

He looks up to see what Eddie wants, if he needs anything or if he wants to run something by him, ask for a different word, the time, anything. But Eddie isn’t looking at him.

Steve frowns slightly and takes to watching his boyfriend instead of turning back to the magazine he’s been reading. Eddie is more interesting anyway, even when nothing’s happening. And, well, he’s right there for Steve to look at. How the hell is he supposed not to watch the way the light catches in those pretty curls and makes them shimmer, thanks to the new conditioner Steve bought him last week.

Eddie is beautiful. So Steve watches.

And then he says it again, quietly, as if testing how the word feels on his tongue. “Stevie. Steve. Stevie. Hmm.”

Eddie doesn’t even seem to be aware of it, and it makes Steve smile, leaning back into the armrest of the couch, his head against the backrest, his view of Eddie unobstructed and perfect. He just wishes he could see his face, but there is a curtain of hair that sort of prevents that.

“Stevie.”

It’s quiet, somewhere between contemplative and certain, playful and serious. Steve has absolutely no idea what’s happening, but he likes the way Eddie says his name.

After a while, he can’t hold back on the affectionate amusement anymore and gently calls for Eddie’s attention. “Are you just saying my name?”

And when Eddie looks up, he almost looks like a little kid that has been caught trying to sneak into a candy shop even though his parents said no.

“Uh.” He leans back slightly, his pencil landing on the table and Steve follows it with his eyes, when—

His smile grows, and so does this fondness inside his chest, the affection, the want and need to go over there and wrap Eddie in the tightest, longest, most intimate hug and never let go.

“Babe, are you writing my name, too?”

He knows he sounds terribly besotted — because he is. All of that is extremely endearing.

Eddie, seeing that Steve isn’t mad or annoyed or demanding an explanation, relaxes immediately and shoots Steve one of his shy smiles. The ones that are for Steve’s eyes only.

“Yeah? I mean, it’s a good name, Stevie, what can I say?” And then, with a different smile, his lips form the word again. “Stevie.” The smile grows, like it just makes him really happy to say it like that.

“Hey, if it makes you happy, don’t let me stop you.”

Eddie chews on his lip for a moment, not looking away from Steve, before he shrugs very slowly. “It does.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I like it when words end on that ‘ie’ sound, y’know? I’m not even sure why I like it, but. Steve just feels too short, too crass, too… Too King Steve, if you know what I mean. Adding that extra syllable makes it feel more complete, more rounded, more… I don’t know, it’s just better like this. Stevie. You’re not Steve, you’re Stevie, because those feel like very different names to me.”

Eddie shrugs again and then looks at the paper, huffing a laugh and nudging it with his pencil, smile still in place, though it’s a bit sheepish now.

“And then sometimes when I like a word, or when I’ve made it better, I have to write it down. Or, don’t have to. But I want to, and it’s fun. Sometimes it makes me feel very accomplished afterwards.” He chuckles, scratching at the light stubble on his chin. “It’s a bit silly, I know.”

Steve has been listening with rapt attention, soaking up every new detail about this boy that he likes so much, only to like him even more in the end.

But he gets up at that last point Eddie makes and walks over until he’s standing between his legs. His hands find their way into Eddie’s hair where he’s tucking it behind his ear, caressing his cheeks, making Eddie look up at him with those bright, trusting, vulnerable eyes.

“Hey,” he murmurs, hoping that Eddie doesn’t feel ridiculed or exposed just because Steve can’t ever stop being so damn emotional about him. “Eddie. We’ve been through hell and back. Fuck, we’ve been to hell and back. It’s kind of a miracle we’re still alive, okay, so, frankly, if saying my name like that makes you a little happy because it feels right, I am not going to judge you. I’m not asking you to stop. In fact, it’s kinda cute.”

Eddie flushes and tries to hide his face, but Steve keeps him where he is and catches his lips in a tender kiss, then his nose, his forehead, his temple.

“And so what if it’s a bit silly or whatever! You’re right, actually,”

Now it’s Eddie’s turn to look surprised. “How do you mean?”

“It does sound better like that, the way you say it. Nicer. I like it. So don’t stop on my account, yeah?”

The surprise melts away and leaves in its wake something softer, something tender, something more. More than relief and understanding and affection.

“Okay, Stevie,” Eddie says, still looking up at him with those big, brown eyes, illuminated by the desk light, and Steve can’t quite catch his breath.

So he steals Eddie’s instead when he leans in for another kiss. Slow, careful, because something has changed between them. And it’s a good something, that’s for sure.

Over the next few days, Steve realises that Eddie refuses to call him anything but Stevie for a while. No pet names, no exaggerated made-up terms of endearment, nothing. And he loves it. Loves seeing the small, shy smile on Eddie’s lips every time, loves the way his own heart skips, because he’s never been Stevie.

He never got to be Stevie. It was Steven for his parents, Steve for school, King Steve for high school, and Dingus for Robin. This new name, handed to him on a satin pillow of trust and affection, brings something new to him, something softer. It makes him believe, hope, that he could be something softer, too. Soft because that’s what Eddie sees in him, because Eddie believes in him, because Eddie makes him all of that and more.

Because Eddie makes him Stevie.

And he thinks he’s falling in love with that boy.

One night, as they’re holding each other, trying not to fall asleep because the night is fleeting and they barely saw each other today, Eddie refers back to that day a while back.

“Y’know, I think the whole… Ordeal has done quite a number on me.”

Steve freezes. They don’t usually do this before falling asleep, they know better than to challenge the nightmares like that, but he’s sure Eddie has a point with this, so he waits for it.

“The almost dying part, or…?”

“Maybe, but actually just the whole thing. Because during D&D today, I… Or, well, not during DnD, because nothing can break the Dungeon Master, thank God! But before and after, it’s like I’d forgotten how to talk again.”

Steve blinks. Eddie, forgetting how to talk? Eddie who’s always rambling, always muttering something or other, always keeping the conversation going even when there’s none to be had — forgetting how to talk? Again? That’s what trips up Steve the most, so he finds himself asking.

“Again?”

Eddie shifts in his arms, rolls Steve onto his back and crawls on top of him, his head on Steve’s chest, hands still finding his and drawing patterns on his palm.

“When I was a boy, I was… Well, let’s say, I didn’t quite understand how basic communication worked, and no one really bothered to teach me. I’d just repeat words, repeat questions, entire sentences without really getting my point across, y’know? Like, I knew the words a lot of the time, but connecting everything was a bit overwhelming. It got better in time, I had a pretty great teacher, too, and then learned to just. Mask it. I’d be the crazy guy, sure, the one who’s not making sense when you ask him a simple question, the one who will answer in terminology he read in books because characters there can talk, right, and they don’t get made fun of, and they just. Get to live. By the time Wayne took me in, I knew how to say what I wanted to say, how to answer questions, even though I would still evade them if I didn’t know the answer.”

“The Shire is burning, so Mordor it is,” Steve says quietly, and Eddie lifts his head to meet his eyes in the dim light of the room.

“Hm?”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to… But when. At Skull Rock. Dustin asked you to come along and I said we can’t just take a walk with you because you were still wanted, and then he asked you. You just said—“

“The Shire is burning,” Eddie fills in, as though realisation only just hits him. “So Mordor it is.” He swallows and puts his head back on Steve’s chest, where Steve’s hand immediately finds its way back into his hair. “Yeah. Like that. You got it.”

“I always thought it was just a quirk. But it’s not?”

Eddie sighs and seems to want to bury further into Steve. “I mean, I don’t even know at this point. But you understand what I mean.”

“Yeah,” Steve says, though he’s not sure he really does. Doesn’t think he could, really. “So, what happened with the kids today?”

“Remember how I have this thing with words? Where I’ll just say them over and over again because they feel good or funky or weird, all that jazz? Well, today’s word, apparently, was luminous.”

“Luminous?”

“Luminous. And boy, I think Dustin was mighty annoyed with me. Thought I made fun of him the whole drive home. And I used to have this under control, the funky words and the non-answers and the fucking quirky Munson freak show. Turns out, I don’t. And I blame Vecna.”

Eddie is done, and he’s quiet, and Steve doesn’t know what to say. Doesn’t think there’s anything he can say, could say, to help.

And he feels stupid when all he says after a while is, “Luminous is a good word, though.”

But Eddie laughs, and the tension between his shoulders leaves, and he presses a kiss to Steve’s chest. Maybe not so stupid then. “It really is.”

“What’s it mean?”

“It means that something’s shining or glowing. Radiant. Bright. Something to do with light.”

Steve smiles for some reason, forming the word with his lips again. “Good word.”

Eddie just hums, and Steve mulls over everything that Eddie just told him. They lie there in silence for a while longer, before a thought strikes him. He braces himself the way he always does when he’s about to be vulnerable, when he’s about to expose himself and hope that no one is gonna strike where it’ll hurt the most.

“Is that why you’re so patient with me?”

“Come again?”

“Your… Your difficulty with, uhm, with communication sometimes, right? Is that why you, why you don’t mind when I need a moment to get things, or to say things, or when I need you to use different words? You never make me fee stupid about it, not like… Anyway, I always wondered why you didn’t mind. Guess it makes a little sense now, huh?”

Eddie is still for a moment before he raises not just his head but his entire body, coming up to straddle Steve’s hips and look him in the eye.

“You deserve patience, Stevie. First of all. And second of all, it’s not a hardship — and it wouldn’t be a hardship for the buttheads either if they weren’t a bunch of self entitled teenagers. You’re not stupid. You hear me?”

Steve nods, and Eddie cocks his eyebrow. “Not stupid,” Steve concedes, a smile forming on his lips. “Thank you.”

“And don’t you forget it,” Eddie threatens, before cuddling back into his earlier position on Steve’s chest. “But yeah, I think you might have a point that you and I, we just…”

“Match?”

“Yeah, Stevie,” Eddie murmurs, the smile evident even in his voice. “We match.”

They fall asleep like that, holding hands, not willing to let go.

And that is how Steve finds himself looking at words differently. He listens to people differently, still oftentimes not catching their meaning, but he’ll catch their words as though they’re separated from any sort of meaning. He’s collecting them, and remembers that Hop once told him what he and El used to do.

They’d have this word of the day deal going on, where El would learn one new, possibly big word each day.

Maybe it’s silly, maybe it’s even offensive or patronising, but he still ends up telling Eddie about it, and the boy’s eyes are, well, almost luminous.

“You’d want to do that?”

“Sure,” Steve shrugs, tugging Eddie in for a hug because he never wants to stop holding him, dammit. “Maybe I could learn a thing or two, improve my vocabulary just to defy Dustin one of these days.”

And Eddie just laughs into Steve’s throat, sounding happy and bubbly and excited.

Steve realises he would do anything just for Eddie to laugh like this.

They make it a routine. If Steve wants to get a goodnight kiss, he has to tell Eddie at least one Good Word, as they’re calling them now. The rule gets omitted more often than not, because Eddie simply cannot resist kissing him. Ever. Steve still collects the words for him, catches Eddie writing them down sometimes, over and over again, and just hooks his chin over his shoulder, never interrupting him. Never judging.

Sometimes when they don’t know how a word is written or what it means, they’ll have a look at the dictionaries in Steve’s mother’s library, or call Nancy or one of the Wonder Whiz Kids with their endless wisdom; though even Dustin doesn’t know how to properly pronounce iridescence. They don’t care, though, because it looks pretty enough.

The questions rise, people demand to know what’s up, and one day Steve tells them. Not the entire story about Eddie’s struggles with words and communication, but he tells them that, “Sometimes words that look or sound pretty, or funky, or weird, delight Eddie.”

“Is delight one such word?” Lucas asks, and Steve flips him the bird.

“Fuck off, Sinclair, or you can leave if you’re going to make fun of this.”

They all realise pretty quickly that Steve is serious, and thad this is important to him. No one makes another snide remark and they all listen carefully as he tells them about how he and Eddie have been collecting the words.”

“Like me,” El says, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips and Steve melts as he turns to her.

“Yeah, El. Like you. I told Eddie how you did it back then, and he absolutely loved it.”

Eleven looks so proud when he tells her, and Steve just really fucking loves these kids. Most of the time, at least.

After that, nobody questions them anymore when Eddie or Steve call, needing their help with a word or two. Especially when they see how genuinely relieved and happy Eddie is when the remarks, the questions, the teasing stops. Even though he tries to hide it.

One by one, everyone in their chaotic little group contributes to their treasure of words. They try to be sneaky about it, but Eddie finds out, of course.

It’s on a Trauma Family Bonding Night where there’s pizza and ice cream in abundance and they all come together at Steve’s place, even Hop and Joyce joining them for the night. They talk the whole night through, and everyone will have brought their word. Ineffable, from Mike. Philanthropist, from Nancy. Epiphany, from Max. Catharsis, from Will, which quickly sends Eddie into a happy little spiral, rambling like he did that first time about Stevie.

“It’s just, it’s a great word! Starts with a weak syllable, almost unimportant, but it’s crass, a harsh beginning even in its irrelevance. But then you get to the ‘tharsis’, and it’s big and bright and you can’t ignore it, can’t not open your mouth and by extension your mind and heart to this change, this realisation, this complete opposite to where you started. And then the end, the last syllable, and you don’t even have the chance to be harsh about it, to be crass, to be curt. Because the ‘sis’ needs you to take your time, making sure you end the word almost on a smile.” Eddie finishes his rambles and looks almost embarrassed about it, but Steve can only stare at him and find the most beautiful, most wonderful, most intelligent looking back at him because Eddie doesn’t quite dare to look at anyone else.

Steve moves to him, right into his personal space, and kisses him. It almost feels like catharsis, the word still hot on Eddie’s lips.

“Told you it was a great word,” Will says and they all laugh, even when Eddie and Steve are breathless from just about everything.

It’s that night that Eddie finds out that they all know, that they’re all in on their little word treasure hunt.

He looks at Steve when everyone is gone, El leaving them with effervescent, and thinks, I want to spend the rest of my days with you, Stevie.

Steve drops the spoon he’s been holding, half-empty tub of ice cream on the counter abandoned as he stares at Eddie.

They’re both staring, because Eddie is realising what he’s just said out loud, and Steve just busy processing.

“Forever,” he says after a moment, sounding dazed, feeling dazed, dizzy, floating, as he walks towards Eddie. “It’s a pretty big word, hm?” His hand finds Eddie’s cheek, caressing, mapping, promising.

“Feels just big enough, honestly,” Eddie says before catching Steve’s lips in a kiss.

They’ll talk about this. Of course they will. But not now. Now, they just create their own little forever. Just the two of them and the love they share.

written for @bethespark who wanted to see Eddie with echolalia, but then this ran away from me. well. you're not surprised.

#steddie #steddie fic #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #eddie x steve #dio words #yall fair warning i wrote this between midnight and 2.30am in one go on the bathroom floor and should not be posting rn probably #but i have no impulse control soooo here you go i bring you neurodivergent steddie right to your dash you’re welcome #thanks for the prompt and the rambles poe ily 🤍#i should really start posting these to ao3 instead huh? or split them like any normal person would. huh #neurodivergent steddie

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miamierre · 7 months

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alonso+stroll. no.9. YOU GOTTA 😹 ( i mean you dont but i saw you saying sth so if u wanna practice i gotcha babe) 🩷

9: one night stand but the next morning you learn it's your CEO's kid

In hindsight, Fernando realizes it probably wasn't the best decision to take the kid home from the bar. Nothing good happens in Manhattan on a Thursday after 11pm, and especially not when the next day involves a quarterly presentation that his team has been scrambling to put together for months, now. If he were smarter, maybe he'd have called it a night after the last toast with his analysts. Hell, maybe he wouldn't have shown up at all.

The thing is, right after their row of chairs at the bar had cleared, Fernando had turned to look for one of the senior leadership teams and ended up with a face full of unidentifiable blazer--which had, of course, ended up being Lance. Lance, who'd apologized and introduced himself blandly but with a glint in his eye. Lance, who'd offered to buy Fernando a drink with a dark, raised brow that'd been urging him on.

Lance, who's now dragging him to the too-small bathroom at the back of the bar like his life depends on it. Fernando is far too many drinks in to protest such a blessing, this stranger and his big hands pawing at his belt like a desperate puppy: he'll just have to roll with it instead. "Easy," he chuckles, voice sounding distant to his own ears, "easy, princesa, this is my nicest suit." It's not, really, but Lance doesn't need to know that. They have to slow it down or he's going to make a mess of--well, of himself. It's been a long time since he hooked up with someone like this in a bathroom of all places. He's not 27 anymore.

"Really?" His companion's voice is breathy but clearly disbelieving, both brows now arched at his words. "It's not that nice." Fernando is too drunk to be immediately irritated, which works in his favor, because in a beat Lance's face breaks into a shit-eating grin, head thunking back against the stall carelessly, like he knows what he's doing. "I've wiped my ass with nicer."

Such an asshole. Fernando huffs a half-formed laugh, then thwacks his arm heavily into Lance's chest, knocking a little uff from him. "You talk too much," he counters, forcing his weight into Lance a little more. The low groan of approval he gets in return just makes him put a little more effort into it. "What, is playing with daddy's money not enough for you?" The younger man's eyes seem to glaze over at his tone. "You want to see what it is like to do real work, hm, is that it." Fernando's not going to bother trying to make this work here and now--he's going to drag this rich pretty boy back to his apartment on 57th Street, and he's going to fuck all this haughty, smug energy right out of him.

Lance goes easily, and the night passes all too quickly. The mess left behind when he scrabbles for his now-filthy blazer and all but disappears from Fernando's place before dawn is the only proof he'd ever been there in the first place. It's probably for the better, anyway: he's now working against the clock to put himself together and keep all of his Q4 talking points in relative order instead of think about the noises he'd ripped from that stranger sharing his bed all night.

He's going to secure that end-of-year bonus for his team the moment he walks through the conference room doors--

of course, that's before he sees Lance sitting in that same now-clean blazer at the end of the table, seated next to Fernando's CEO and picking at his nails uninterestedly.

Side by side, the resemblance is uncanny.

"Oh, fuck."

#EVERYONE BE NICE TO ME I DONT KNOW HOW TO WRITE EITHER OF THESE MEN #thank you akira ily #strollonso #fic #romance prompt meme #ask reply #effervescentdragon #AU tag

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gallawitchxx · 2 months

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🔮💨 crystal ball weed bong mickey 🔮💨

installment #22 for the @galladrabbles prompt: ratchet by @mzshko

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He steps back, giving Ian space to cross over the threshold; inviting him to close the distance between them, and commit to finding out what comes next.

Ian obeys every silent order. His feet move of their own volition, as if they’re attached to a ratchet wrench that pulls him forward in one direction, and one direction only: towards Mickey.

The electric current that runs between them had felt innocent enough last week, and then again, today, in the fresh air of the porch.

But when Mickey shuts the door to behind them, Ian realizes he’s caught in a trap.

#hehehe i really liked this prompt!#thank you maria!#sorry ian baby but ya been snared in #to what? you don't know yet #you really have no idea #but it's okay - at the end of the day you're gonna want to hear what mickey has to say #GOD I CANNOT WAIT FOR NEXT WEEK #i have no plans but i have inklings #crystal ball weed bong mickey ily #bright eyed bootlicker ian you are so precious #shameless #shameless fanfiction #galladrabbles #ian x mickey #bee writes 🐝 ✍🏼

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myficprompts · 14 days

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maybe there’s already fics for this but the sheffield dinner is a gold mine for potential. like the fallout of anthony calling out the sheffields…

what if after the sheffields left, before the kate & anthony scene, there’s actual discussion in the dining room and anthony calls out that no one else was standing up for kate and i can imagine lady danbury as a subtle reminder being like “remember this was a dinner to meet your fiancée’s grandparents” and then edwina is catching on then and she’s like “you called them out because you love kate” or something like that and things fall apart there

imagine kate trying to tell edwina that she’s leaving for india so none of this matters and whatever passion the viscount may feel for her will fade and is just residual of the passion he feels for edwina and their marriage will be fine and he won’t be confused once she leaves for india and anthony cuts in, in front of everyone the whole “it will not be far enough!” line and the speech too, ending with the bane of his existence and object of all his desires ahhhhh

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theragethatisdesire · 9 months

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CONGRATS ON THE 1000 FOLLOWERS!! YOU DESERVE IT A LOT!!

could i request plug!eren with 13?

thank you so much!! have a very nice day/night!!

HIIII angel thank you so much!!! you may absolutely request plug!eren with 13 i love him

i think the prompt works very well with fluff, but honestly, i came up with something smutty and funny so i'm going to go with that

nsfw below the cut <3

"Eren? You home?" You drop your keys unceremoniously on the counter, looking eagerly around for your boyfriend.

You've been gone for the last week to a literary conference in a city three hours away, too long to commute every morning so you ended up with a hotel room. Six days for most couples isn't too long, but for you and Eren? You don't think you've gone twenty-four hours without him inside of you since you became official.

"Baby? That you?" Eren appears around the corner, bare-chested and low-hanging sweatpants hugging his hips.

You don't think you'll ever get used to how gorgeous he is, tall, dark, and mean-looking, but with the sweetest heart you've ever had the privilege of knowing. A slow grin spreads across your face that mirrors the one he's sporting, and you leap into his arms without a second thought.

"Missed you so much," Eren smiles into the wet kiss you plant on him.

"Missed you more," you giggle against his lips, wrapping your legs around his waist, "thought about you every day."

"I could tell," Eren hums, a little groan escaping him as you kiss down his neck, "all those nasty texts you were sending me?"

"Hey," you pout, pulling back to face him as he carries you over to the couch, "you sent them right back."

"Of course I did," Eren concedes, mouthing at the sensitive spot below your ear, "couldn't stop thinking about the day you'd get back and I could taste that sweet little pussy again."

A broken whimper slips past your lips, and you grind down into his lap, realizing just how needy you've been for him over the last week. The sexting was hardly more than a tease of the real thing; Eren's more than just "good" in bed, he's a menace, never stopping until you're practically shoving and kicking him off you. Then again, sometimes even that doesn't work.

You rock your hips steadily against his clothed, already-hard cock, moaning far too easily as he holds you to him, kissing you with so much force you swear your lips may already be bruising.

"Feels so fucking good," Eren growls against your mouth, "take what you want, baby, I'm all yours."

"Eren," you sigh, rolling your hips faster, "missed you so much."

Hardly two minutes have ticked by, Eren's hands pawing at your body, you panting into his mouth desperately, before he grabs your hips hard and stills you, a broken moan leaking out into your mouth.

"Fuck," Eren looks down at his crotch, face turning a deep shade of red. You follow his gaze to find a wet patch on his sweatpants, and your eyes flick back up to him, jaw slightly ajar in shock.

"You came?" You can't help but giggle at him, at how flustered he gets.

"Of course I came, it's you and it's been a fucking week," Eren chuckles despite his embarrassment, nipping at your jaw, "I'm sorry, baby, I couldn't help it. Just missed you so much."

"That's not very gentlemanly of you," you chastise him, an airy laugh leaving your lips as Eren smacks your ass.

"Don't tease me," he says, grinning, "I've got a mouth and two fingers with your name on them. You'll get yours, don't you worry."

#it's a little on the short side but i couldn't resist #sweet baby eren just missed you so much he couldn't help it!!!#i love him #plus plug!eren is so hard to do with these prompts without hinting at where the story's going #so i hope this will satisfy for now #thanks for participating bestie ily!#ragehits1000 #eren jaeger x reader #much ado universe

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