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[bmodiwrites]

So, @infinite-orangepeel made this post & I got immediate inspo. Here be the result. Check back soon for the next part ;)

Running sucks.

Eddie repeats that mantra every year he’s forced out onto the track for the dreaded mile run. Those that argue school isn’t organized torture absolutely overlook the utter humiliation of having to pant and sweat and die a little more with each step… in front of others.

As a firm rebellion against such a horrible organized event, Eddie takes his time walking around the track. He smokes enough weed to break a sweat doing just that, so that’s all he’s really capable of, anyway. No matter how much he’s heckled or how often the gym teacher yells in his direction, Eddie’s pace doesn’t increase, nor does he try to do anything but put one foot in front of the other.

There are others who are much more equipped to run that pass him by, lap by lap. As the years went on and Eddie starts to notice certain features of a certain someone, the leisurely pace becomes about more than flipping off the establishment.

So much more.

See, Hawkins is known for the ugly green and yellow of their school colors. It’s all over the walls and decorations, the cafeteria and every sign – even their gym clothes are representative of the horrid spirit of Tiger Pride. While Eddie’s always been of the opinion that no one looks good in the palate of vegetable medley, he’s yearly proven wrong by Steve Harrington’s ass.

Without fail, The King is one of the first to sprint off the line when the whistle is blown. His long legs propel him down the track like a gazelle. Eddie’s fond of the way his muscles stretch as he rounds the corners to take on the straightaways. There’s no denying that everything about Steve Harrington is attractive. His pretty boy looks become more deliciously combined with his steadily developing manliness.

Most of the Hawkins High population thinks so.

Eddie’s is more than certain, however, that no one has cracked the magic code like he has. While all the girls walk in a line and complain, Eddie minds his own business and waits for the perfect moment when Steve passes him on the left. He’s zoned in and focused enough to watch the most wonderful thing. It’s a treat to witness Steve’s glorious ass bounce in those green shorts. They are just short enough for the break between hamstring and glute to be visible with every forward step.

Eddie’s never been more grateful for the bunching of fabric.

The only downside to his nefarious plan is the last lap. Since Steve is the golden boy and gets his mile done quickly, Eddie is forced to complete the last lap without any worthwhile stimulus. His breathing is erratic, not from the arousal that he briefly allows, but from the lack of oxygen getting to his lungs. It’s a struggle, but more than worth it to spend brief moments ogling the finest ass that Eddie’s ever seen.

Eddie’s second attempt at a senior year, something changes. Steve isn’t out ahead of everyone else, anymore. He’s jogging, though it’s nothing like the all-out sprint he seemed to do before. In fact, he’s running just enough to be about 100 meters ahead of Eddie. He’s in the perfect spot for Eddie to enjoy the rhythmic shift of Steve’s ass without having to look away.

It’s the absolute best, until Eddie breaks out of his trance enough to see Steve peering back over his shoulder to look at Eddie, too. It’s surprising and exhilarating and more than enough confusing stimulus for his feet to get caught up.

Eddie trips over himself with his tongue out like some feral dog.

The situation’s only saving grace is a strong hand that grabs Eddie’s arm and helps him up from the pile he made of himself on the track. Eddie doesn’t need to hear the dulcet tones of Harrington’s voice to recognize who’s come to his rescue. The pervy boy that’s been watching Steve run for the last few years recognizes hairy calves and shapely quads in his peripheral vision.

“You okay, Munson?” Steve asks once Eddie is stable on his feet. His eyes are dark with amusement and something Eddie can’t quite place.

Unsurprisingly, the look makes Eddie want to eat him alive.

Pushing that thought aside, Eddie absently nods his head. “I’m good. I uh – lost my footing. There’s a wet spot on the track over there – or something.”

Embarrassment and the low thrumming arousal that always fills Eddie up whenever Steve’s around keep him from saying something that actually makes sense – his tongue is thick with a desire that’s hard to tamper down. Especially when Steve licks his lips and smiles at him.

What the hell did he ever do to deserve such teasing?

“Maybe you should watch where you’re going.” Steve leans in then, dropping his tone. “My ass trips everyone up.”

Gasping, Eddie lets Steve’s words wash over him. Blood and shame and adrenaline and lust flock to a bunch of different places all at once. Eddie suddenly doesn’t know up from down. He can’t think straight, so he shrugs in the least casual way and hums awkwardly. It’s too good to be true, anyway.

Steve is just an arrogant ass who knows he’s beautiful.

And fuck if that’s not even more attractive.

Eddie continues to gap like a fish, while words escape him. Steve, the gentleman that he is, tries to hide the laugh bubbling up inside of him. He really does. Eddie can’t blame him when he snorts adorably.

“It’s okay, Munson. I get it.” Steve, who never actually dropped Eddie’s hand after helping him up, squeezes their fingers together before backing away. The touch is broken so quickly, Eddie’s head spins. He didn’t know it was there just a moment ago and now it’s like he can’t live without it.

His pain is somewhat soothed when Steve leaves him with a wink and knowing grin. The gesture is new and exciting – more than enough fodder for the spank bank Steve is the main star off. It allows him, at least, to forget about the humiliation of tripping all over himself as he gets up to start walking his mile again.

This time, when it takes him twenty minutes, he actually has an excuse. The scrape on his knee and brand new memories of the Steve Harrington jiggle are still distracting him.

Eddie thinks about what just happened as he ignores the slack he’s going to be getting for months to come. The situation occupies his mind as he strips down to nothing and wraps a towel very quickly around his hips. It’s all his brain can toss around while the water heats up.

And there’s certainly no stopping it when all too familiar legs step into Eddie’s view.

check out part 2 here!

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[spicysix]

hi love ! for the fanfic ask game, i’m giving you: 💕🥳🤩. looking forward to reading your answers :)

thank you for asking, babe!

💕 What is your favorite fic that you’ve written?

from the ST fandom i think it's time to go because it was my first one so i'm very proud of it! but i also loved writing 5. snowball fights and 13. ice skating from the countdown to christmas challenge, those were my favorites i think. and it was a very nice challenge to write drabbles, i loved the experience and hope to do it again!

🥳 Why did you start writing fanfic?

i loved reading other peoples' stories and wanted to share my own i guess! even when we go for cliches and common headcanons, i think each writer has something to contribute to a fandom, their own little spark that makes every single story special - even if they're similar

🤩 What led to your interest in the fandom?

i've always watched ST, ever since it first aired, but was never part of the fandom. what brought me in, of course, was eddie and s4. and reading fics and headcanons and theories (and rewatching the show three times so far since s4 aired 🫠) made me fall in love with all the other characters as well (except for Will. i've loved Will Byers since the day i was born. that boy is my very own son)

fanfic writer ask game!

#lui answers #infinite-orangepeel #moots ♡

[its-steddie-time]

Steve talks in his sleep.

After Vecna, him and Eddie start sharing a bed and Eddie tries to ignore it but Steve’s all “Eddie please” & “don’t stop” and a mess of other slurred out words and whiny sentences. It’s driving Eddie nuts because they’re just friends right?

So Eddie decides to have some fun with it—he starts quoting Steve, dropping things into their day to day conversation just to watch him blush. It’s cute watching the gears turn in Steve’s head as he tries to figure out how Eddie could possibly know the things he’s saying.

Steve decides that Eddie must be a mind reader. How the fuck else does Eddie know the things he only lets himself admit inside his head?

It takes months before Steve realizes. He’s talking to Robin and she says something about how Steve is the worst sleep-talker she’s ever met. All at once it hits Steve—Eddie has been listening to every sleepy secret word coming out of his mouth.

That night, he decides to have some fun of his own. He pretends to be asleep, mumbling a soft “Want you, Ed”—but he doesn’t expect Eddie’s sharp intake of breath. He doesn’t expect Eddie to whisper back to him, “Want you too, Stevie.”

And he really doesn’t expect the sudden urge he has to kiss Eddie, to moan into his mouth, to say all of the things he says under cover of night—out loud, for real. He doesn’t expect to like this. To like the fact that Eddie has been there, listening to him. Squirming next to him no doubt.

He wonders if he’s ever made Eddie hard. He wonders if Eddie has ever had to get out of bed and go jerk off in the shower. He hopes he has. Steve falls asleep to that thought.

In the morning, he turns to stare at a still sleeping Eddie beside him. Eddie looks soft and peaceful. He looks blissfully unaware of what Steve now knows. Steve can’t wait to make things very, very clear—can’t wait to stare into Eddie’s eyes. Tell him how gone he is for him. This is about to be the most fun either of them have had in months, and Steve decides to make that his goal—no, it’s a goddamn promise.

He stretches out in bed and grins as he notices Eddie starting to wake up—bring it on, Munson.

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[jobean12-blog]

One Hot Ticket

Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader

Word Count: 1,898

Summary: You win Metallica tickets on the radio and Eddie is the only person you want to take to the concert. 

Author’s Note: Was this what I had planned for this weekend? Nope. Do I have a bookshop AU Eddie half done. Yep. Do I have two Bucky ideas ready to go. Yep. Did this thought invade my mind and take over. Yep. I just can’t get enough of kissing Eddie. I need to until forever. Thanks for sticking with me through all these little adventures and thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the sweet @wannabehamlet thank you love🥰

Warnings: lots of fun, flirty fluff :) 

Gif NOT MINE: Credit goes to @infinite-orangepeel thanks so much lovely 🥰

Eddie Munson Masterlist

“Hey Steve.”

“Hi babe, what’s up?”

“Not much. How’s work?” you ask.

“Ok. You know…work,” he shrugs.

“Yep. Is Eddie around?”

“Yea, he’s in the back,” Steve answers, motioning behind him.

“Thanks. I have something for him.”

You can feel Steve watching you as you move around the counter and head toward the back room. You knock lightly and wait to hear Eddie’s voice before you push open the door.

“Hey!” he says, brightening as soon as he sees you.

“Hi Eddie,” you smile.

“Did you come to see me?” he asks, pointing his finger at his chest.

“I did,” you tell him, walking closer with your hands behind your back. “I have something for you.”

“For me?” he questions, his surprise evident.

You nod with a smirk.

He studies you, his eyes dropping to your hidden hands.

“Do you have a Gremlin behind there or something?” he jokes.

“Not quite. Better.”

“Really? What could be better than a Gremlin?” he asks wryly.

“Oh I don’t know….” You sing as you move closer to him.

He’s seated on one of the chairs, his legs spread wide and his D n D book in his hand.

You stop when you’re between his legs and lean down close to his face, pulling the book from his fingers and placing it on the table. The atmosphere instantly changes, the small space between you now charged with tension.

You can hear his breath hitch as his eyes drift to your lips. You fight to keep your own eyes on his, wanting nothing more than to close the distance and kiss him. His head tilts to the side and his hand reaches out to touch you, the light brush of his fingers making the hair on the back of your neck stand on end.

Without another word you whip your hands from behind your back and slide two tickets in front of his face.

His head jerks back and he stares at you before he looks at the tickets.

“No,” he whispers. “No FUCKING WAY!”

His voice gets louder the longer he looks at them and with shaky hands he takes them from your fingers and looks from the tickets to you several times before he let’s out a scream of happiness.

He starts dancing around the room, jumping up and down and shaking his head all around. His hair is wild and curly and his eyes are wide and he’s grinning from ear to ear.

Steve rushes into the back room, his head on a swivel as he looks between the two of you. Eddie rushes at him and grabs Steve’s shoulders, shaking him violently and screaming about Metallica.

“What the hell is going on?” Steve asks when he turns to you.

“I won Metallica tickets on the radio,” you say excitedly. “So Eddie and I are going this weekend.”

Eddie starts yelling again and fist pumping the air. He twirls his way back over to you and grabs you in a bear hug, lifting you off the ground and spinning around.

“Eddie,” you mumble into his hair.

He loosens his hold on you and you slowly slide down his body, feeling every inch of him.

When he finally sets you back on your feet his eyes roam over your face, his cheeks slightly pink. You flatten your palms on his chest and pull on one of his curls.

He swallows hard, licking his dry lips and asking in a breathless whisper, “are you really taking me to see Metallica?”

“Of course,” you answer. “Who else would I want to take?”

Before Eddie can answer, Steve chimes in and pulls you both from the moment.

“Oh, I dunno…ME MAYBE! Remember me? Your best bud Steve?”

Both you and Eddie make a scrunched-up face of confusion.

“You don’t listen to Metallica,” you tell Steve.

“Yea,” Eddie adds. “It’ll be too loud for your tender ears.”

“My tender…I don’t…I like…I listen to plenty of music!” Steve stammers.

Eddie grabs you again and crushes you to his chest.

“This is the BEST!” he says, not loosening his grip until you wrap your arms around his neck. “Thank you.”

“Are you excited for tonight?” Robin asks Eddie.

Eddie is leaning over the counter, his fingers tapping across the top and his leg bouncing.

“I cannot fucking wait,” he answers, singing lyrics to himself. “I still can’t believe she’s taking me.”  

“I know. She called as soon as she won the tickets and sounded so excited to tell you,” Robin says with a smile. “Then we were talking about what songs they might play and what she’s gonna wear but I’m not any help with that part so…”

Eddie slowly turns his head toward Robin, his eyes narrowed in suspicion.

“Why would it matter what she wears?” he asks as he straightens up.

“Because it’s a date,” Steve chimes as he walks by with a stack of video tapes.

Eddie’s head whips around so fast his face disappears behind a mass of curls before his terrified expression is revealed.

“A date…” he mumbles. “But…but…”

“What’s the problem Munson?” Steve asks with a mischievous grin.

“She never said it was a date!” Eddie squeaks. “Why is it a date? It can’t be a date!”

Robin shoots Steve a death glare and then carefully approaches Eddie, resting a soft hand on his shoulder.

“Don’t listen to him. Just go and have fun,” she tells Eddie.

“But what if I fuck this up?” Eddie asks, his eyes huge. “I mean…she’s perfect and I’m lucky she’s even my friend and if I do something stupid and then she hates me and then we can’t even be friends…”

He drops his head and digs his palms into his eyes, muttering to himself.

“Munson,” Steve says softly. “Come on, isn’t it obvious she likes you too? And why would you do anything stupid?”

“NO it’s not!” Eddie cries then shakes his head and throws his hands up.

“You’re a major butthead,” Robin whisper shouts to Steve before she elbows him. “FIX THIS BEFORE HE LEAVES FOR THE CONCERT!”

Eddie arrives at your house early and waits outside in the van, his music blaring. The porch light catches his eye and he turns to see you open the door.

You step outside and give him a wave.

“Jesus H Christ,” he whispers, staring as you approach.

With another curse he wills himself to move and hops out of the driver’s door to rush around the front of the van and greet you.

His eyes sweep down your body before he catches your knowing smile.

“Hey,” he says and it comes out breathless. “You…uh…you look beautiful.”

“Thanks,” you giggle, reaching for the door.

Eddie quickly recovers and grabs the handle to open it for you.

“I love the bandana,” you tell him once you’re buckled in and he’s pulling out of the driveway. “The whole look works.”

He looks down at himself then back up at you with blinking eyes.  

“Yea, you know…this is my usual stuff. I always look like I’m going to a rock concert.”

He turns his face back to the road and winces at his awkwardness.

“I know,” you tell him. “I really like it.”

The corner of his mouth lifts slightly and he lets out an exhale.

By the time you arrive at the venue his palms are sweaty and slipping from the steering wheel and his heart is hammering against his rib cage.

“Are you ok?” you ask him as he helps you out of the van.

“Yea,” he says with a vigorous shake of his head. “I’m great. Never better actually. I can’t fucking believe we’re about to see Metallica live!”

You squeal in excitement and grab his hand. “COME ON!”

As you weave through the crowd and head toward the stage you hold tightly to Eddie’s hand, his rings digging into your skin.

“Is this close enough?” you ask him when you stop on a less crowded spot on the grass.

“Holy shit,” he says, taking it all in.

“I know!” you say in agreement, giving his hand a squeeze.

You talk and wait as the start of the concert approaches and the area around you fills with more and more people. The crowd presses in and you step closer to Eddie, your side pushed up against his. A big and tall guy with a kind smile accidentally bumps into you, apologizing freely.

“Aw man, sorry babe,” the man says gruffly. “You ok?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, thanks,” you tell him with a smile.

“Better watch your girl man, it can get crazy out here,” the man warns Eddie kindly before he saunters off.

You turn your face to Eddie and he grins at you, throwing his arm around your shoulders and tucking you protectively into his side. You curl an arm around his waist and sneak the other between his leather jacket, resting your palm on his soft stomach.

When the lights on the stage go out and you hear the first chord of the guitar you and Eddie start screaming with the rest of the crowd.

Every song in the first set is amazing and your voice is hoarse from singing and screaming and your feet hurt from dancing around. Eddie never lets go of you the entire time and he always keeps you protected with his body.

When the first set is over Metallica leaves the stage for a short intermission and you and Eddie grab some beer and take a breather.

As you’re heading back to your spot you can feel Eddie’s eyes on you and you look over to see him staring.

“What?” you ask.

His gaze settles on your face and he slides his hands around your waist, tugging you closer to him.

“Thank you,” he says, his voice gravelly. “This has already been the best night of my life and it’s not even over yet.”

Without thinking he presses a quick kiss to your lips. He goes still and pulls away. He holds his hands up, his face pinched with worry as he starts to apologize.

“I’m so sorry sweetheart,” he says. “I shouldn’t have done that without asking. Shit, shit, shit. I knew I was gonna fuck this up and now you’re gonna…” he tries to keep rambling on, but you grab the sides of his leather jacket and drag his mouth back down to yours.

At first he’s too surprised to react but the moment you whisper his name against his lips, your tone pleading, he snakes his hands along your curves and slides one up your back, grabbing the back of your neck.

His other hand lifts to your face, his thumb brushing along your jaw before he cradles your cheek and deepens the kiss. You cling to him, sighing into the kiss when his tongue parts your lips. Your fingers climb and delve into his hair, the strands like silk along your skin.

The stage lights brighten around you and you barely notice, your body pressed so close to his you can feel his heart beat against his chest.

When you break apart to breathe he can’t take his mouth off you, trailing kisses down your throat before he finds your lips again. His hands tremble slightly as they explore any part of your skin he can find.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he murmurs against your lips.

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[bigboyzine]

Get ready to turn back the clock to the aughts with us & join Steddie in BigBoy Magazine: coming to you Summer 2024!

💿💋⭐️🪩✨

(and, yes, there will be merch as well hehehehe)

This will be a 2000’s themed Steddie zine with both SFW/N*FW content. Listed below are the rules & guidelines!

Mods: @its-steddie-time & @infinite-orangepeel

Carrd with more links to follow/interact with

Round 1 is officially closed!

We are currently working on Round 2 (closing April 2) in which we will make our final decisions for which artists & writers will be featured in the zine :) we are so excited to see what y’all create!

Please feel free to submit any additional questions you may have via the retrospring or submit an ask (anon or not, either is fine) to this account!

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[eiddets]

—

steve’s never been a strong reader.

the letters swim together on the page, and it frustrates him.

he doesn’t know why.

he wants to be able to experience the worlds that eddie gushes about to him, wants to experience that for himself.

so eddie starts reading to him.

eddie reads to him every night in bed, puts on character voices that has steve giggling into his shoulder. peers over eddie’s shoulder and reads along with him, finds it’s easier when eddie’s speaking out loud.

eddie never calls him “stupid,” never calls him any of the insults that his teachers called him back in highschool that made him feel insecure.

he just simply flicks the page over, giving steve a lopsided grin that has steve’s heart fluttering.

“i think you’re really gonna like this next part,” eddie says warmly, and steve smiles back, presses a kiss to the nape of his neck.

he really likes the next part—he always does.

.・。.・゜✭・.

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[novacorpsrecruit]

Bound by the Situation

Day 21 Steddie Kinktober prompts from @infinite-orangepeel on twitter

Mature • wc 771 • tw improper packing tape usage • prompt: accidental kink discovery

•••••

“Harrington!” Eddie called from the stock room of the Family Video. “Need your help!”

It was new inventory day, which meant Keith scheduled an extra person to help with the new inventory. Three Family Video employees always seemed like too much on a Tuesday afternoon — even with the new inventory, but Eddie, Steve and Robin weren’t going to argue about sharing a shift together. Robin waved Steve off as she flipped her magazine. She knew the risk of sending Eddie and Steve off together. She may not see them until the end of their shift. But with as slow as it was, she almost didn’t care. She had more quiet time for reading. She could put on her own music and nobody would complain if they’re sucking face.

Steve pushed the door to the back room, catching Eddie with the roll of shipping tape in his hands and at least once around his wrists. He grinned sheepishly at Steve. “A little help?”

“I don’t know how you want me to help,” Steve said, feeling his throat go dry. He crossed his arms. “What are you even doing anyway?”

“I was wondering if I could break through this,” Eddie said. “Like if my wrists were bound? If I could break it.”

“If your wrists were bound,” Steve repeated.

“Yeah,” Eddie nodded. “Like if I was kidnapped or held hostage.”

“You were taping your wrists together,” Steve said slowly, his eyes traveling down Eddie’s body to his wrists.

“To see if I could break free,” Eddie completed his sentence. “Now bind me.”

“Okay,” Steve breathed, stepping into Eddie’s space. He took the roll of tape from Eddie’s hands, slowly wrapping it around his wrists. Steve could feel a rush of excitement, a pool of heat in his gut, as he assumes he couldn’t wait to see Eddie test his strength. He’d wonder if he could convince Eddie to try it on him, as well.

“Tighter,” Eddie commanded. Steve obeyed. He wrapped it around tighter three more times, letting Eddie test the restraints before giving a nod. “Perfect. Now cut it.”

Steve leaned down, taking the tape between his teeth and tearing it, leaning back to pull it apart.

“Fuck —“

Steve looked up at Eddie as he laid down the end of the tape. He had a grin plastered on his face — the same troublesome grin that Steve knew meant trouble. That Eddie was up to something. The same lopsided grin that pulled the scar tissue tight. The same grin that Steve loved.

“That was hot.”

Steve rolled his eyes, taking a step back. “Okay, Eds,” he said, gesturing to his bound wrists. “Do your thing.”

Eddie yanked at his wrists, the tape didn’t budge. He struggled for a minute before searching for another attempt. He tried bringing it against his hip to no avail. He tried twisting his wrists to see if it helped loosen the tape, but it may have made it worse. He grunted as he lifted his hands above his head, attempting pulling his wrists apart.

And Steve?

Steve watched from the distance, feeling himself go almost lightheaded with desire as he watched his boyfriend struggle against the the tape, binding his wrists together. Steve audibly closed his mouth, letting the saliva pool in his mouth before swallowing. He couldn’t help but admire Eddie as he tried to fight the restraints, his body thrashing from side to side, the chain on his jeans jingling, as he could not break free. He lifted his eyes to Steve, and Steve couldn’t hold back any further.

Steve nearly pounced on Eddie, his hand quickly covering the bound wrists above Eddie’s head. Eddie audibly swallowed. “Steve?”

“I think —“ Steve breathed, collecting the thoughts buzzing around his head. “I think we need to take the tape home with us tonight.”

“Home?” Eddie asked, his eyes big like a baby deer.

“Yeah,” Steve said, nodding slowly. “Think you look real pretty tied up like this.”

“Yeah?” Eddie asked. The realization suddenly dawned on Eddie of what Steve was asking. “You like me tied up, big boy? Like me on display for you?”

“Keeps you in one place, doesn’t it?” Steve asked with a smirk. He pressed a hot kiss on the corner of his jaw, nipping at the skin lightly as he squeezed his wrists in his hand. “Oh the things I’d do to you like this, Pretty boy.”

“Fuck,” Eddie moaned. “Bathroom. Now.”

Eddie slipped out of Steve’s grip with ease as he pulled Steve towards the employee bathroom. “Robin! 15 minute break!”

“Disinfect the room, you perverts!” She yelled back.

•••••

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steddie kinktober #kinktober #steddie ficlet #//myfic #I scheduled this in the future to post when I should be doing shit so if it’s cross posted on ao3 or twitter it’s me #if it’s not then I actually did shit who would’ve thought #please imagine Eddie fighting against the tape like that one episode of Reno 911 where the kid is fighting against the cuffs

[gay-little-bitch]

omg I needed to do my makeup for today so I did Eddie’s makeup from the party in blue on blue

(if you don’t know what i’m talking abt then 1st of all how?!? and 2nd of all its a really good fic by @infinite-orangepeel and @its-steddie-time go read!!!)

#steddie

[bmodiwrites]

Okay my friends, here is part 3 to the little brain child @infinite-orangepeel's amazing idea brought forth. You can check out parts one & two and the original HC post here. Part 4 is in the works so be on the lookout for that here soon.

It's naughty pretty much right from the start so she's under a read more, honey. Enjoy!

Eddie is in no way prepared for the sight of his very wet dream stepping under the shower head next to him. There’s no denying that Steve very purposefully chose his current location – aside from the two of them, the gym is empty and will remain so for the rest of the day. That knowledge alone is enough for Eddie’s cock to jump inappropriately.

The weakness he feels translates into a manic shout of a profanity at the beautiful boy dropping his towel to rub those very large hands all over himself. His pale skin glistens under the water and reddens with the heat. To say it’s intoxicating is the biggest understatement.

Eddie notices that Steve makes a show of mapping himself, so he doesn’t feel nearly as bad about the staring as he usually does. Though, he does his best not to ever look at Steve’s dick.

After years or yearning, Eddie is smart enough not to let that monster out of its cage to begin with – once he looks, there’s no going back. Eddie is certain he’ll never be able to glance at anything else, ever again, for the rest of his life.

That thought is immediately driven home as Eddie takes the bait that Steve sets out for him. He’s unable to stop his eyes from watching Steve’s hand trail down his chest and stomach. Especially not when Steve takes a second to toy with the thick hair leading between his legs.

There’s no going back when Steve grips himself. Eddie is not a strong enough person to blink, let alone look away from the glorious thing happening before him.

His brain is short circuiting so much that Eddie doesn’t stop for a second to consider what the actually fuck is going on. While it’s not unheard of to let out a little steam in the shower, Eddie is positive the guys who are ballsy enough to do such a thing don’t do it with another guy standing next to them. They certainly don’t choose the shower closest to another person without an ulterior motive.

It takes an embarrassingly long time for Eddie to understand the very obvious thing happening.

Cursing himself for being an oblivious idiot, Eddie unclenches the fists by his sides and allows himself to imagine the feeling of Steve’s skin under his fingertips. There’s so much wet flesh on display that Eddie has no trouble at all putting the picture together. He stumbles when the tight grip on his control starts to wither away. Now that he’s got the idea in his mind, Eddie knows he’ll never be able to resist, he’s just not strong enough.

A frustrated “fuck” leaves his lips as the burning need to reach out and touch finally consumes him. He’s greedy in the way he pulls Steve into him. Both hands wrap around Steve’s shoulders so that eager fingers can finally explore the chestnut strands Eddie’s been daydreaming about tugging on for so long. Even wet, Steve’s hair is a magical thing.

Using the touch as his leverage, Eddie leans into the obvious go-ahead that Steve’s giving him. He yanks and pulls until their lips are pressing together in a heated kiss. Though Eddie is kind of new to all of the physical stuff, he knows it’s a great kiss – his lips tingle and the want in his belly intensifies. The erection he’s been steadily ignoring since he watched Steve’s butt jiggle for the first time that day, makes itself known with a throbbing vengeance.

Without thinking about it, Eddie thrusts his hips forward… and the result is mystifying.

He and Steve are close enough that Eddie’s cock brushes against the stiff outline of Steve’s. It’s impossible to keep their lips together when the feeling of that one touch is so damn good. Breaking the kiss, Eddie lets out the moan that’s been clawing its way up his chest. The sound of it bounces off the walls and rings in his ear. It should’ve been embarrassing but Eddie’s too far gone to care.

Moving his hands to cup Steve’s cheeks, Eddie brushes their noses together, still trying to catch his breath. “I’m going to stroke us both off now, is that okay?” It seems silly to ask, they’re already pressed up so deliciously against each other, but he does it, anyway.

It’s well worth it when Steve leans forward to kiss him again, nodding all the while. Their lips linger together for a time long enough to make Eddie’s brain drip from his ears. When Steve finally pulls back, there’s a large smile on his face. “I’ve been dying for you to touch me. Make me cum, Eddie. It’s all I want.”

Eddie is shocked by how fast his left hand moves to take them both in the circle of his grip. His brain stopped working around the time Steve admitted to thinking about Eddie in any way at all. Whether Steve’s being naughty with his words or they hold some truth, Eddie doesn’t care. The primal part of him that’s been lusting over Steve for years is satisfied by the mere mention of reciprocated feelings. Since the pull is mutual, the fretting is no longer necessary.

Glad to follow his body’s instincts for once, Eddie does what feels natural. His hand wraps perfectly around the width of their cocks. It’s a full grip but Eddie’s a guitar player that’s used to the stretch some of the notes require. Holding Steve’s length against him is so much better than the stinging push of vinyl strings.

The reward is also nicer.

Steve makes noises like he’s used to knowing pleasure. They are confident and easy, done to make sure Eddie knows he’s doing a good job and to show off, too. The arrogance that comes with Steve’s hotness adds to the overall picture that Eddie’s built up in his head and he’s happy to know that it’s just as sexy in person.

Steve Harrington is drop dead gorgeous and he knows it.

The boy knows it so much that he put on a show to seduce Eddie in the worst possible setting known to man. He’s so sure of himself that he’s humping up into Eddie’s hand so the slide of sensitive skin is even better. Eddie’s torn between wanting to devour him whole and lingering around to watch more of what may unfold.

Being a horny teenage boy eventually makes the decision for them both. That all too familiar heat starts to settle in Eddie’s belly, made worse by the copious pre-cum that Steve’s dripping. It’s sticky and wet and makes the glide of Eddie’s hand so tantalizingly nice.

They stop kissing in favor of sharing breath as the cliff’s edge comes closer and closer.

Steve shuts his eyes and pitches over first, immediately dragging Eddie down with him.

Eddie’s hand doesn’t stop moving over them until Steve gasps a little and tries to pull away. The overstimulation is real but so is Eddie’s need to keep the other boy as close as possible. Their mess is already being washed away by the still running shower head above them. Soon, the evidence will be gone and Eddie’s still not sure this isn’t just a dream.

Warm hands wrap around his neck, pulling Eddie from his musings. “Stop pouting. My parents aren’t home tonight and I’m far from through with you.”

@bidisastersworld, @babygirlstevesstuff, @kyoxyukiforever, @gregre369, @steddieassheg0es, @vampireinthesun, @blackpearlcjacks, @thikkiesixx (please comment if you want to be added to the taglist for part 4.)

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve's little green shorts #bobbie writes #not safe for work my friends #minors don't do the thing

[wormdebut]

AHOY STEDDIE NATION.

SO in regards to Steddie Emo Nite @emo-nite-steddie would y’all want posting for that to take place in October or do y’all want to wait until after the Big Bang?

We are thinking it’s gonna be a one-shot type deal where you claim an album or song.

I know there was interest in this and we are still working out some thoughts for it.

Tagging some of @wynnyfryd and I’s moots so we can get visibility on this:

@just-my-latest-hyperfixation @messessentialist @steddieas-shegoes @sourw0lfs @thefreakandthehair @cuips-not-cute @steves-strapcollection @scarcrossdlvrs @sidekick-hero @simplebtromance @aidaronan @onirislanding @infinite-orangepeel @legitcookie @spicysix @patchworkgargoyle @xenon-demon @starryeyedjanai @thisapplepielife @gorgeousgreymatter-x @matchingbatbites @disastardly @lexirosewrites @stobinesque

#steddie #steddie fanfic #steddie fanfiction #steddie emo nite #full disclosure I voted after the bang too lol

[theshippirate22]

do you have any h/c steddie fic recs? perf where steve’s just insanely traumatised like my bby has hella ptsd

thanks!

omg fam you have come to the right place. literally all i read is hurt/comfort ESPECIALLY when it’s all happening to Steve I eat that shit up.

I’ve gotta start with @infinite-orangepeel’s like entire steddie profile because every fic dynamic is like:

steve: i am broken beyond repair and utterly unlovable nothing can fix me

eddie: mmmm what if we tried letting me fuck you into oblivion

which is 👌👌 but it’s also built on

eddie: i’m a monster and unforgivable and nothing will help

steve: mmmm what if we tried letting you fuck me into oblivion

so always always check out her stuff especially if you want some really good comfort smut (especially it’s rotten work that’s my favorite)

okay as for individual fics *cracks knuckles* listen. you’re about to see a pattern that is very telling about me and i want no beef about me because i just want to read the same fic but a little to the left let me be 😭

pulled from the grave by multi_fandom_help_me (completely out of it steve looking for eddie subconsciously supremacy>>>)

crybaby by purplekingdom (ah yes. steve convinced he’s completely unlovable. no i’m not projecting. don’t look at me like that.)

broken by cappuccino (wouldn’t be hurt/comfort without the Harrington Parents: Asshole Extraordinaires™️)

eddie munson and the dreamboy by pukner (insanely good. also baby steve makes an appearance and eddie is there to help him in ‘84 and stuff)

like i always do by AidaRonan (literally one of my favorites of all time this changed my brain chemistry)

take your silver spoon, dig your grave by fangirlandtheories (Harrington Parents: Asshole Extraordinaires Part 2: Electric Boogaloo. also one of my favorite eddie lines of all time “this sandwich is fucking orgasmic harrington”)

so let it out and let it in by fangirlandtheories (this one has the kids!!! maybe i’m still projecting too. whatever.)

picking at grout as i softly grieve by dropsofjupiter314 (i read this every single time i have a bad day)

you are sunshine by YouMakeMyHeartHowl (agonizing. i love it)

Gently, by TheDeathsWish (i read this probably twice a week)

drugs and candy by multi_fandom_help_me (thank god someone is addressing the russian torture thing that the show just. forgets about.)

five little things by ahappylittlehermit (once again addressing the trauma that the show just pretends doesn’t happen)

the world is a lonely place, you’re on your own by Literal_Multifandom_Trashcan (this has not once left my brain one moment since i first read it. also wayne is adorable)

You’re not bullshit by Roady_Roadster (fixes the soul crushing stancy breakup)

screams of the night and soothing songs by steviemunson (established steddie and they live with blind max <<3 my heart can only take so much)

wow that got long fast. maybe i have a problem. anyway thank you for asking because i always want to talk about my favorite fics and i hope you find some that you like!!!!! have a great day!!!

#steddie #steddie hurt/comfort #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #fic recs #anonymous asks

[its-steddie-time]

hi everyone !! this is maya (they/them, 27)! you might know me from my tiktok steddie fic rec videos, but I'm also a steddie fic writer! there's never a time when I'm not thinking about these two lovely idiots.

I have two completed longer fics (the joan flicker project & you were sleeping with your rings on) and a bunch of oneshots featuring all things smut/angst/fluff and beyond! I'm currently working on blue on blue (a blue velvet inspired steddie fic) with @infinite-orangepeel my partner in crime ♡

you can find me on ao3 here

you can find me on tiktok here

you can find me on twitter here

my ko-fi if you'd like to support what I do ♡

on this blog I post/reblog about:

✩ steddie (like 98% of what you'll find here, what can I say, the brainrot is real!)

✩ steddie ficlets + headcanons

✩ joe keery/djo (his face, his music, his everything)

✩ steddie fic recs (I'm always looking for new fics to read and rec!)

✩ general stranger things content

✩ wip excerpts + fic updates

general notes:

✩ I do post NSFW content so this blog is 18+, minors DNI!

✩ feel free to rec your own fic! I can't promise I'll have time to read it (my tbr is out of control), but I will do my best!

other things I'd love to talk about (ask me anything—inbox or dms):

✩ all things poetry and fanfic (book recs, fic writing, fic recs, writing help, etc;)

✩ music: (give me recs, ask for recs—also here are my steddie and steve harrington playlists)

✩ tv shows: stranger things, the magicians, the oa, community, the haunting of hill house/bly manor, etc;)

✩ movies: david lynch, wes anderson, sci-fi/fantasy, rom-coms, etc;

✩ anything else you'd like to know! i love to talk to people and make new steddie/st friends ♡

♡ gorgeous steddie fanart at the top by @bbgirlsteve for my fic "songs for beginners (i used to be a king)" ♡

#welcome #pinned post #steddie #steddie brainrot #steve x eddie #joe keery #stranger things #steddie fanfic #ao3 writer

[spectrum-spectre]

15 questions, 15 people

I feel like I might've done this before? I forgor

tagged by @asbealthgn

1. Are you named after anyone?

kinda sorta- I changed one of my names to my grandma's last name because she's my hero

2. When was the last time you cried?

like yesterday I think (death of a book character)

3. Do you have kids?

FUCK NO

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

yeah but I can't tell if I use it too much ya know?

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

their eyes I guess? either that or nose because I'm short

6. What's your eye color?

very dark brown

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

happy endings, I'm a big baby

8. Any special talents?

I can copy pretty much any drawing without needing to trace

9. Where were you born?

east coast united states

10. What are your hobbies?

just reading and playing video games (slime rancher, minecraft, and stardew are my go-tos)

11. Do you have any pets?

three dogs and a cat

12. What sports do you play/have played?

I played baseball when I was 7, I miss it

13. How tall are you?

5'3" (ew)

14. Favorite subject in school?

science! english class took the joy out of writing

15. Dream job?

don't judge ok: youtuber/streamer (cringe ik)

tag list: @kinddogg @beep-beep-robin @rat-teefs @navnae @unclewaynemunson @dictionarydyke @steviesbicrisis @princessstevemunson @strawberryspence @legitcookie @azrielgreen @infinite-orangepeel @hey-rowan @stevethehairington @heavenlycrashes

[steddieas-shegoes]

steddie fic recs??

Hi!!!! I have been so bad about reading stuff that I don't have many newer ones to rec right now and I'm so sorry!!! But I will give you a short list of the ones I've been reading as they update!

here i have found some peace of mind by @gerrystamour / @steves-strapcollection - EVERYTHING GERRY WRITES MAKES ME SCREECH. But this one is one I have been literally chomping at the bit to read since he teased the idea of it. Like I thought about it every single day. And it has been so SO worth the wait. If you aren't a fan of reading WIPs (I get it), he has other Steddie fics to read that are complete or one-shots that are equally as amazing!!!

Bandaids for the Heart by LexiRoseWrites - AGAIN EVERYTHING THEY WRITE MAKES ME WILD. But they do write a lot of darker/kinkier things usually, and this one is just soft, fluffy a/b/o shit that makes me wanna cry from how cute. And it's dad!Eddie. Another WIP, but the author has never let me down, updates regularly, and has a lot of other fics to choose from if this specific thing isn't your thing that are completed.

you be me and i'll be her (then it won't count when i kiss your neck and call you mine) by @infinite-orangepeel - Yeah, this is just my brand of filthy getting together and it's by one of the best authors in the game. There's also a part 2 which is equally as good and a quick read, which is perfect for a bedtime story.

Uneducated Guesses Verse by @eddywoww - I mean it's Eddywow. I don't even know if I need to say more. This entire series has me foaming at the mouth (all of their stuff does truthfully), but this one is full of all of the stuff a good slow-ish, yearning story needs. I feel like everyone already reads Eddywow stuff, but if you don't, this is a really good place for a warm-up. It is still in progress, but again, I trust them with my life and I know they aren't just going to abandon it.

I am in the process of reading five other huge chaptered fics, and all of them WILL be getting recs from me when I'm done, but I just want to finish them all first. Maybe check in after my vacation at the end of this month/beginning of July for those!

#anon ask #fic rec #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson

[thefreakandthehair]

last sentence tag game

tagged by: @stargyles @fastcardotmp3 @kkpwnall @cranberrymoons @patchworkgargoyle @scarcrossdlvrs

rules: post the last sentence you wrote and tag as many people as there are words

Maybe part of him wants the world to know about Eddie, wants to be able to share these silly pictures and stories as freely as Eddie can on his private, normal account— but he can't, and this is why.

that is 39 words and I'm not about to tag 39 people so here are some and feel free to say I tagged you if you see this!!

no pressure tags: @withacapitalp @stevethehairington @stevespookington @shares-a-vest @infinite-orangepeel @steddieasitgoes @steddieas-shegoes @stobinesque @judasofsuburbia @fragilecapric0rnn @gothbat99 @spooky-brakers @bifuriouswaterbender @munsonkitten @yournowheregirl @sidekick-hero @hellsfireclub @ghostevie @sharpbutsoft @starryeyedjanai @cuoredimuschio @rindecision @riality-check @just-my-latest-hyperfixation

#myfic #rounding third sliding home #tag game

[eiddets]

eddie’s immortal.

figured that shit out way back a couple centuries ago, when he hit 25 and just…never aged after that.

he’s met people—fallen in love with them, watched them die from old age or freak accidents—but always from a distance.

he never lets himself get too close.

that is, until, he meets steve in the 1980s.

he meets him in a bar in indy in 1989, thirty minutes before the start of the new decade. he’s tipsy, alone, and friendly. they share a new year’s kiss, and spend the next ten years loving each other.

steve grows suspicious, wonders why eddie barely has changed from the day he met him, and eddie panics, knew this day would come—it always does.

so he does what he always does.

he runs.

moves on with his life, vows to never fall in love with another person. years later, crossing the street with his granddaughter, cane in hand. he watches him from afar, watches the way he adjusts his glasses and hearing aid, watches the way steve runs a hand through grey hair.

one time, he gets too close.

doesn’t watch where he’s going, bumps into him accidentally and profusely apologizes.

steve waves him off, the way an old man would, before his eyes meet eddie’s own. a hint of recognition flickers through his eyes, and he asks eddie if he knows him, to which eddie replies that he doesn’t.

“you look like someone i used to know,” steve says kindly, and eddie gives him a light-lipped smile, heart aching in his chest.

“yeah,” eddie says. “i get that a lot.”

the flicker of recognition is gone in steve’s eyes, and he gives him a smile, before walking away.

the next time eddie’s sees steve, is from behind a tree, hidden in plain view at his funeral.

and if someone says they recognize him from one of the old photos back at the funeral home, he shrugs and laughs, says he has “one of those faces,” again.

and it hurts everytime.

tags: @infinite-orangepeel @riality-check @steddiefr @steddie-steddie

#steddie #steddie angst #steddie concept #eddie munson #immortal eddie munson #steve harrington #steve x eddie #steve/eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve harrington/eddie munson #i’m so sorry for this #immortality #fic concept #ao3 #writer #fanfiction #fanfic writing #fanfic writer #angst #death #funeral #eiddetssfw