Eddie doesn’t want to move Hellfire. Changing the date is out of the question! No matter how much they insist, Eddie refuses to budge.
Dustin, Will, Mike, Lucas, and Erica complain to Steve about it. They ask him to do something to get Eddie to change the date. Steve tells them it’s impossible to change Eddie’s mind, especially regarding Hellfire, but given their persistence, he agrees to try, though he makes no promises; if Eddie won’t listen to them, he certainly won’t listen to him.
That same evening, Eddie is at Steve’s place, in the living room, having taken over his table to map out his new Campaign. Eddie is focused on a document when Steve comes up behind him and leans forward, planting both hands flat on the table and boxing Eddie in. Steve inhales before whispering into Eddie’s ear, “You should move Hellfire”. Eddie is completely out of touch with reality, and the only thing he manages to say is, “Okay”. Steve smiles and whispers, “Good boy,” letting his lips graze the shell of Eddie’s ear before pulling away completely and returning to what he was doing. Eddie remains motionless, trying to steady his racing heart and make sense of exactly what just happened.
The next day, Eddie announces that he has decided to change the date of the next Campaign. He gives no details and answers no questions. He tells them they should simply consider themselves lucky that, in his great kindness, he listened to their whining and approved their request.
(Since Hellfire takes place at Steve’s place, the boys and Erica assume that Steve simply needs to remind Eddie that it’s his house and he’s the one in charge and that, consequently, Hellfire has to be moved. When they asked him “to do something,” they meant “having an adult conversation.”)
AO3 | rating: m | wc: 202 | cw: implied sexual content |@steddiemicrofic august 2026: hole | tags: pre-relationship; steve is helping eddie pack and finds his sex toys; steve just wants to know how it feels to be fucked in the ass; no angst, very lighthearted | gen masterlist
"So, you just…" Steve gestures aimlessly between them, "put it in? The hole?"
Eddie's doing his best not to combust on the spot, or laugh, or cry, or any number of other things at the fact that right now, Steve Harrington is standing in Eddie's messy ass bedroom holding, unashamedly, a massive dildo.
The very dildo Eddie uses nearly every night to fuck himself dumb…
…while wishing it was Steve's cock inside of him, filling him up completely.
"Eddie?"
Shit.
"Uh, yeah." Eddie clears his throat.
Steve stares at him for approximately six seconds, unblinking. "And it feels…good?"
"Mhm."
Christ.
"Okay." Steve nods slowly, looks between the dildo and Eddie. "Can you show me?"
"What?" Eddie chokes out. "Excuse me?"
"Eddie." Steve whines, uses his dumb fucking puppy dog eyes and pout that always makes Eddie weak in the fucking knees. "I wanna know."
"Steve." Eddie stresses, still stepping forward for some reason. "You know which hole it goes in?"
Steve scoffs. "Yes, Eddie. Clearly."
"And you want me," Eddie points at himself, "to put that," at the dildo, "in your," at Steve, "ass?"
"No." Steve stares Eddie right in the fucking eye and smirks. "I want your dick in my ass."
i think sometimes people overlook steve having a crush on robin when it comes to his reaction to her coming out.
like, i know everyone just prefers to ignore it because stobin are platonic soulmates!! but i think it gives his reaction more depth.
it’s not just that some girl is coming out as gay. it’s that a girl he likes is coming out as a gay. and he still immediately jumps to reassuring her, and joking around, and dismisses the crush asap if it means making her smile.
(obviously that’s the bare minimum etc etc. but for a kid in the 80s, it’s pretty great tbh.)
it’s not just that his coworker who he’s kind of friends with is opening up to him. it’s that this girl that he likes, really likes since his bad break up last autumn, knows that he likes her, and is choosing to be open and honest with him when she could just lie.
steve’s crush, and robin choosing to come out knowing about it, and steve’s reaction is just so important to me in regards to the way stobin works. idk, it’s just that, they really do care so deeply about the other, and care about the others feelings, even kind of at the expense of theirs (robin is putting herself in danger!!! all because she wants to explain herself to steve. she doesn’t know how he’ll react, but she wants to honest!!!)(steve is into her!!! and he’ll totally repress that down if it means making robin feel comfortable!!! and accepted!!!)
yeah, idk. i guess i just wish more people allowed stobin to exist as what they are. complicated people. teenagers. they aren’t immediately platonic soulmates, but they find their way there. because they love each other more than anything.
Prince Steve Harrington travels into the woods to find a rumored witch, Eddie Munson
“Do you have something that is like the opposite of a love potion?”
Eddie looks at this prince who he hates on principle because the royalty has never been kind to people like him and sees someone trying very hard to seem aloof instead of exhausted.
“What on earth would something ‘the opposite of a love potion’ even do?”
“Make someone stop falling in love.”
Eddie rolls his eyes, still standing in his doorway, not having let the prince inside. “What, your betrothed sleep with a knight or something? Want to sneak the potion into the knights mead so he stops paying attention to her?”
“No. I want it for me.” The prince says.
Eddie blinks. Looks at Prince Steve closer, looks into his eyes and sees an unsettling emptiness.
Prince Steve sighs. “I just want to stop feeling.”
rated e | 606 words | no cw | tags: established relationship, anal sex, first time bottoming, bottom steve, top eddie
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Eddie's never been much for topping before. Call him lazy, call him a pillow princess, call him a size queen. He doesn't really care.
He knows what he likes and he likes getting railed within an inch of his life. He likes when someone he barely knows pushes his face into the pillow and doesn't even touch his dick. He really likes when someone takes more than he's ready to give, leaving him with an ache that doesn't go away for days.
Steve wants to get fucked, though. He's desperate for it in a way Eddie can relate to, but Eddie's had plenty of dicks in his ass. Steve's never been able to experiment before they got together. Never even had toys. Never even a finger.
His hole flutters around nothing, trying to clench around three fingers that aren't inside him anymore. Eddie gulps as he watches.
"Everything okay?" Steve asks, turning his head to the side so he can try to see if Eddie's run away or what he's doing. "I feel pretty stretched. I think I'm ready."
He takes it so good. Eddie's actually a little jealous. It's like he was made to be fucked.
"Eddie?"
"Sorry," Eddie swallows and blinks, trying to focus back on his task. He knows what he's doing. He's fucked men before, of course. It's just that this is Steve and it's his first time with anything inside him, and he's kind of in love with the guy. He doesn't want to disappoint him. "Can you pass me the condom?"
Steve awkwardly passes it back before he crosses his arms under his head and shifts his ass up more. He looks fucking good like this. Eddie did not expect to be quite this into fucking Steve.
"You sure you're good?" Eddie asks as he spreads more lube over his hole. There's really no such thing as too much for someone's first time, but it's making a mess, dripping onto the sheets under them. The clean up is gonna be a lot.
"I'm good." Steve sighs and Eddie can see the hint of a smile curling up the corner of his mouth. "I want you."
Eddie melts. "I want you, too."
He's slow as he pushes inside, probably slower than he really needs to be. Steve doesn't even tense up. He doesn't make a sound.
When he's all the way inside him, Eddie rubs his back, slow circles. Like how Steve does it for him every time they're like this, when he's about to fuck him until he can't feel his legs, and when he's going to take his time. A touch of softness and comfort always, no matter what they're going to do after it passes.
"You feel so big," Steve finally says around a moan.
"I can't tell if that's a compliment or an insult." Eddie's laugh ends in a moan when Steve clenches around him. "I'm pretty average. You've just never had anything inside you before. Anything feels big."
"Maybe," Steve pushes back against him, silently asking for him to start moving. It's something Eddie does, too. "Feels perfect."
Eddie prefers bottoming, but he loves the way Steve's body finds a rhythm with his as he fucks into him faster and harder. Eddie prefers bottoming, but he comes at the sight of Steve biting his own arm when he spills against the sheets without touching his dick at all.
Eddie preferred bottoming, but he won't mind this sometimes. Eddie preferred bottoming, but looking down at how Steve takes him, how Steve tightens around him, is beautiful in its own way.
rated e | 202 words | no cw | tags: alternating pov (each of them are 101 words because i am ridiculous), glory hole, sex worker eddie, secret identity or so they each think, blowjob
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He keeps coming because he knows who is on the other side of the wall. He comes back every Friday so he can hear his voice, so he can know the warmth of his tongue, so he has his touch for as long as possible.
Eddie doesn't know it's him, doesn't realize Steve's the guy he calls his hung hero. It's a silly name that makes them both laugh. Steve loves his laugh. He wishes he could see the way his face scrunches up and his smile takes over.
Steve doesn't know how to tell him. He's not sure he will.
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He always smells good, tastes good too. Like someone who knows what fruit is and uses expensive body wash. It's rare in Eddie's line of work.
He figured out it was Steve months ago. One barely-there moan of Eddie's name was all it took for him to know. He didn't need to see his face through the hole in the wall.
He likes how it is right now. He likes that Steve lets him take his time, likes that he can trust him enough to forgo the condom and swallow his cum every time.
cw: autoteratophilia, organs temporarily being where they ought not be (is there a word for this? Viscera? IDK you're warned though), blood, painful transformation, body horror.
calling it Dead Dove Do Not Eat because I'm aware I'm a little freaker for this and y'all might not be.
It's been a long time since I've even thought about autoterato, and yet here I am thinking about transmasc Eddie becoming a demogorgon esque, probably vampiric monster after his presumed death, and his body enjoying it even if he feels embarrassed and ashamed of it initially.
There's just something so uhf about the connection between transness and transformation sorry not sorry.
I will be entirely honest, Saf's Demogorgon Steve lives rent free in my head and can safely be considered inspiration for Form.
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Autoteratophiliac Transmasc Eddie Munson sobbing and whining and humiliated at how fucking wet he is over feeling his guts tug back inside the gape of his stomach, over feeling (most of) his wounds knitting closed.
His skin feeling sticky and almost rubbery as fingers, growing long and sharp, claw helplessly at it, his bones creaking under his skin, his teeth feeling jagged and too big for his mouth, so big it feels like his jaw is splitting in two (it is), his tongue swelling, unfurling, long and dripping past the split of his flowering jaw and throat.
Moaning as best he can around his new mouth, drooling, twitching and convulsing as his body rearranges itself, bones fusing, muscles splitting, elongating feet turning to strange claws that flex and grip at one another as he shifts and squirms.
Curling in on himself as his skin tightens across his back, pressing his thighs together and whimpering as the tightness along his shoulder blades stretches to breaking point.
Shuddering and all but wailing through the most soul shattering orgasm of his life as bones he didn't know he had tear through his skin, trembling and crying as his back heals, webbing spreading across new bone, muscle and sinew, glistening wings coccooning his overwelmed and oversensitive body.
A sense of violent yearning crawling through his guts as he tucks his clawed hand between come-slick thighs, pressing the heel of his palm to the strange, tight line of his slit.
It's different, longer, slices strangely into his groin. A strangled moan escapes him and he feels the polarising sensation of slick raw flesh probing from within and pushing against his palm, and the earth shattering, eyes-rolling-into-his-skull sensation of touching his dick for the first time.
being mutuals is like we’ve never talked but i saw your vent post and do you want me to kill that person for you. still won’t talk to you tho bc that is scary sorry. love you
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