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So excited to finally post the piece I drew for @emryses big bang fic memoria (come as you are)!

I can't recommend this one enough, honestly. It had me sobbing in my bed at 3 am. I'm so glad I got to make art for this beautiful story.

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This was so much fun, I did an art collab! Anyway the prompt was first date and this is what we came up with. Thank you lady_lostmind for being a wonderful partner in this Collab.❤️

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And you may find yourself in a beautiful house, with a beautiful wife.

A @steddiebang fic

Explicit | 138,192 | 50/50 chapters

Author/Artist: lady_lostmind

Artist: fancycheliniarts

Beta Reader: oh-stars

Steve and Eddie get very close after the world almost ends. Eddie makes a move and it quickly backfires when Steve pulls away. Eddie, not knowing how to deal with the rejection, runs. They live completely separate lives for years until Steve realizes maybe he's not living the life he actually wants, and throws himself back into Eddie's world.

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Pairings: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington/Nancy Wheeler, Eddie Munson/Original Male Character(s)

Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Nancy Wheeler, Dustin Henderson, Jonathan Byers, Max Mayfield, Lucas, Sinclair, WIll Byers, Eleven, Mike Wheeler, Erica Sinclair, Jim Hopper, Joyce Byers, Wayne Munson, Claudia Henderson

Tags: Slow Burn, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Eventual Smut, Miscommunication, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Addiction, Infertility, Infidelity, Not Nancy Wheeler Friendly, Happy Ending Guaranteed 

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I realized I never posted this because I was trying to save it for a certain part in my vampire!Eddie fic but...who knows when I'll finish that. So, here it is. What I assume Eddie's sketchbook would look like.

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Making Love

Love is: Bodies touching, whether it’s soft cuddles or sliding together towards orgasm.

a @steddielovemonth prompt Thank you @oh-stars for betaing this!

WC: 431 | CW: smut | Rating: E

ao3 link or under the cut.

Eddie never thought sex could be like this. He thought all that mushy, romantic crap you see in the movies and talk of sparks flying and making love was just what people told themselves to make themselves feel better about being horny and getting caught up in the moment. 

He’s had plenty of sex. He’s had good sex. Hell, great sex, even. And not just with one-off random hook ups. Jared was basically a boyfriend. They even hung out when they weren’t fucking. 

But this? This is different. Staring into Steve’s eyes as he links their fingers together and thrusts deep inside him, Eddie wants to devour every little gasp and moan that slips from his lips. Wants to taste the desire on his tongue. Wants to sink into the devotion that fills his eyes. 

Because he fucking gets it, now. 

Because this isn’t just fucking. This isn’t just about what feels good. This is about loving this man so much he wants to claw his way inside him. Make a nest and never leave. Wants to be a part of him. Forever. Never wants anyone else to know what it’s like to watch Steve’s face scrunch in pleasure. The way his nose crinkles just a little right before he falls over the edge. Wants to drown in the tears that escape his eyes from the overwhelming sensations that only Eddie can give him. Because he knows him. Knows all the right buttons to push. All the right things to say. And he’s never cared to know any of that before. He’s never really cared about dragging things out to make them better. To see how long he can keep Steve whimpering beneath him because he never wants to stop making him feel good. Wants him to know he’ll kneel between his knees for eternity if it means he’s happy. If it means he knows, without a doubt, that Eddie worships him. Loves every inch of him to his very core. 

Eddie sees that tell tale crinkle and a smirk flashes across his face as he feels Steve clench around him, moans filling his ears, and feels pride swell in his chest. “There you go, sweetheart.” 

He brushes Steve’s hair out of his face and leans in to lick into his mouth. Just to feel the way he melts into it, even now, as he comes down from his orgasm. Eddie thrusts a few more times before tumbling over himself, still staring into Steve’s love filled eyes and knowing he’ll never doubt another sappy romance for the rest of his life.

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Soapy Water

Love is: Doing the dishes even when it's the worst chore ever.

a @steddielovemonth prompt Thank you @oh-stars for betaing this!

WC: 202 | Rating: T

ao3 link

Eddie hates doing the fucking dishes. More than anything. They’re gross. Little bits of food are always floating around in the water, and they stick to his hands and he can’t see where anything is because of the soap, so he has to kind of…swish his hand around in there to find the stuff at the bottom and–

Eddie groans, trying to push back the wave of nausea as his hand touches something soggy in the water, yanking his hand out. Steve comes up behind him and laughs, wrapping his arms around Eddie’s waist and resting his head on his shoulder. 

“Baby, I told you I don’t mind doing the dishes if it bothers you this much. Just leave them.”

Eddie shakes his head. “I’m not going to make you clean up my mess, Stevie. You didn’t even eat any of this.” 

Steve presses a kiss to Eddie’s neck. “Go get ready for bed. I’ll finish these up.” 

Eddie sighs and leans back against Steve as he reaches over to dry his hands before turning in Steve’s arms and kissing him gently on the lips. “What if we just let them soak tonight and I take you to bed with me instead?” 

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Just wanted to pop up a little reminder that these (and other fun Steddie related items) exist in my Etsy shop. 🤍

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Happy Valentines Day, Big Boy.

excerpt:

He wastes no time standing around, waiting for Steve to realize how different his body is from his own. Less defined by muscle, more lanky and soft. Even more different from the many bodies he’s sure Steve has pressed into this very bed. The same bed he’s climbing into, the same lap he’s straddling now, lowering himself down on until their skin meets, dicks grazing each other as he settles, each of them letting out a soft gasp at the contact. 

“ Fuck, Steve.” Eddie can feel his dick leaking, slicking them both as another roll of their hips presses them more firmly together against Steve’s stomach. 

Their mouths meet again in a desperate kiss, mouths open, moans melding together as they rut against each other, and just when Eddie thinks he may not be able to stand it anymore, just when he’s about to ask Steve for just a little room to slip his hand around them both and add some much needed pressure - 

“Can I fuck you, Eds?”