Hi lovely!! I want to start off by saying how TALENTED YOU ARE, genuinely you are my favourite writer on this platform for Eddie and Steve LOL
I was hoping we could get some more of pornstar! steddie as it is my literal favourite ( Maybe something where the reader is innocent and hasn't had much or any sex and asks them to teach her stuff or something? ) I don't know, if you feel up to writing it you can add anything you want!!
Again, absolutely adore you and your writing, and I hope you are having a wonderful day!!
xo Cherry 💫
A/N: I changed this a bit. I hope that's ok. I didn't want it to be too close or similar to Corroded Corpses "Boys On Film" (Check it out! Its amazing!)
Thank you for your compliments <3. I love you!
Warnings: Pornstar Steddie/ Plus Size Fem Y/N, established relationship, best friends to lovers, SMUT (dirty talk, 'teaching', facesitting, 69, pretty lady on top). FLUFF. Mentions of reader never having been on top because of her size (brief), she does have some reservations but they squash that.
Word Count: 2786
Steddie Asks/ Donate to Me
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hang on a minute, little lady.”, Eddie practically shouts as you roll your eyes and Steve laughs through his teeth. “You’re telling me that you’ve never ridden a guy before?”
“Ok, this was a mistake. Let’s just pretend I didn’t say anything and keep watching your dirty movie alright?”, you sigh completely flushed with embarrassment.
The three of you had been best friends for so many years and you were never once shy around each other. You had seen them naked and vice versa, openly told the other about any sexual experiences you had or were currently having, and they even opened up to you about signing up to be in a porn film, bringing it over a few months later to show you the finish product.
But when it came to other aspects of your relationships, you kept things to yourself especially after they beat up one of your ex’s for calling you a “fat slut” when you two got into a fight.
“No, no. Please, go on. I’d love to hear more because I don’t understand why any man wouldn’t want to watch you bouncing around on top of them.” Again, you tried to shy away but Steve grabbed your hands and moved them away from your face. “Come on, honey. I’m serious. No teasing.”
“I mean…look at her…”, you smile hoping your tone sounds playful as you gesture towards the screen. “I mean…”
“Yeah. That’s a person…Wait…are you an alien?!”
“Stop it, Ed. Yeah, Y/N. We see her…I don’t see a difference though.”
“Really, Steven? You don’t see ANY difference?”, you sass as you get to your feet and place yourself by the tv screen. “NOTHING at all?”
“Are you trying to tell me the reason you’ve never been on top is because you’re curvy?”
“That’s a nice way of putting it, Eddie, but let’s be blunt here. I’m a fat girl. I’m too heavy and add in the fact that no one wants to see my…everything…jiggle.”
“Speak for yourself.”, he mumbles under his breath.
“Did someone tell you this or is this you?”, Steve asks a bit more forcefully than he meant to. “Because we’ll fucking kill anyone that fucking lied to you like that. If it’s you then we can just spank it out of you.”
Both men smile when you giggle.
“Do you know how? To ride a dick, I mean.”
Your eyes narrow Eddie’s way as he nonchalantly places the beer bottle in his hand on the table beside his bed.
“I mean…there’s not much to it…I imagine. Why? Wanna teach me, porn star?”
“We can if you want us to.”
Your gaze shifts between theirs waiting for the punch line followed by their infectious laughs that make you feel warm inside and out. But it never comes as they continue to stare at you with their wide, expressive eyes waiting on you to decide.
“Why?”
“It’s not like we’re making love or anything. We’re just…teaching…It will be like how we were on set except there’s no camera.”
“We know we’re not your type anyway.”, Steve jests as he reaches out to lightly hit your knee.
“Who says?” That grabs their attention as their heads fully snap in your direction. “I mean, we’ve never really talked about it but I always thought I wasn’t your type. Personally, I think you’re both sweet, funny, attractive…I guess.”
They laugh gently at your joke as you smile their way.
“Ok!”, Eddie claps his hands loudly together as he bounces off the mattress. “Harrington, you lay on the floor here and Y/N, go ahead and take off everything from the waist down.”
Your eyes widen in amusement as you watch Steve slide off the bed with zero hesitation as he does what his friend suggestions and removes his shirt before tossing it to the side.
“Are you…are you sure? I don’t…”
“Hey.”, the metalhead coos in a much softer voice as he takes you hand and guides you onto your feet. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. Just say the word. We’ll still love you.”
“You promise? I don’t…I can’t lose you two.”
With a tender smile, Eddie cups your face in his hands and brings his lips to your own for a tender kiss.
“We’re not going anywhere, sweetheart. Cross my heart.”
“And hope to die.”, Steve adds as his fingers comfortingly caress your thigh.
“Well, let’s not go that far.”, you tease, trying to keep the mood light as you remove your shorts and panties. “Now what, Mr. Munson.”
“Oooo I like that.”, he jokes as he guides you to your knees, watching as the other man falls flat on his back and runs his fingers through his hair to push it way from his face. “Ok, now, whenever you’re ready, I want you to place both knees on either side of his head and—”
“You want me to sit on his face?” Eddie’s grin grows as he nods. “I’ve…I’ve never done that either—”
“I figured.”
Smirking, you lightly punch his chest causing both boys to chuckle before suddenly feeling soft kisses trailing up your thigh as Steve sits up on one of his elbows.
“It’s ok, honey, trust me. I can handle it and if something’s not right I’ll tap your leg three times.”
His beautiful amber eyes watch you carefully as you exhale, allowing you all the time you need before you gradually crane your neck to kiss his lips.
“Good girl. Come on.”, the former jock praises as you allow them to maneuver you till your lower half was hovering just above him with your hands balancing on his chest and his cling to your thighs.
“Can, um, can I have a bit more vulnerability?” Eddie’s eyebrows furrow in confusion at your question till you gesture with your head at what you want, laughing as he leans over to unbutton Steve’s jeans to pull them down his ankles.
“Ay! Be careful down there. I’m not a rag doll.”
You smile as he scolds the metalhead but you can’t help it when a shaky breath leaves you as his admittedly large cock tries to push through the hole in his boxers.
“Is she turning you on, bud?”
“Fuck off, Munson. It’s just… Y/N, your pussy smells good.” Lifting his head, he presses his nose between your folds and your eyes roll back as his wide tongue follows.
“God, you look so fucking sexy, sweetheart. N-Now, go ahead and roll your hips a-against his tongue. You can use his chest for balance if you need to.”
Doing as he instructed, you rolled your hips forward, whimpering when he grazed your clit down to your entrance, just barely dipping in before pulling back. You tried again with a bit more confidence causing Steve to groan underneath you as his mouth closed around your little bud.
“D-Did…did I hurt you?”
When he shook his head, he let go of your bundle of nerves with an obscene slurping pop that had your pussy clenching around nothing.
“No, baby. Fuck, you taste like heaven. You can push down harder if you need to. I’m ok.”
Baby
They’d never called you that before. Hearing it now drove you crazy as your nails dug into his chest and grinded your body against him.
“Atta girl. You like that? You like hearing him compliment you like that?”, Eddie murmured as he pressed his nose into your cheek and left feathery light kisses along your skin.
One of Steve’s palms released you and you both watched as he dug into his boxers to free his cock, collecting the copious amount of precum leaking from the tip to use as he stroked himself looking for a much-needed release.
“O-Ok, fuck, now, I want you to bounce on his tongue, babe. Use your knees to lift yourself up a-and come back down till you feel him deep in that tight little pussy.”
You tried to do what he commanded but there was some self-conscious part of your brain that was terrified of hurting the boy beneath you. Eddie noticed your trepidation, hastily gripping your jaw and turning your eyes to meet his.
“Don’t. Don’t think about your size or what those other fuckers told you. He said he’d tell you if he needed to stop. Do you not trust him?”
“N-No, I do. I do.”
“Then why are you hesitating?”
“I’m sorry.”, you pant as you push yourself up straighter and utilize your knees to do what he instructed. As your body came back down, Steve’s thick, large tongue filled you so completely that you felt like you wanted to cry from pleasure. “Fuck, Steve. N-No one’s ever…been this deep…”
“You haven’t had me yet, sweetheart. Now, make yourself cum.”
After licking his fingers, Eddie reached between you and matched your rhythm as he messaged your clit. You were suddenly overwhelmed with euphoria as the coil snapped and Steve arms quickly wrapped around your middle, holding you in place as you rode out your high.
“Good…good girl. Let him lick you clean, pretty girl.”
Your body twitched as you fell against him, his tongue still devouring you but now at a much slower pace. Your heavy eyes glanced towards his length that was now firey red and you couldn’t stop yourself when you carefully circled your fingers around him.
“Ah, fuck.”, he whined at the sensitivity, seemingly on the edge of a release. Raising your head, you spit over his tip causing his head to hit the floor with a little thunk as he absorbed the feeling of your palm stroking his length. “Fuck, her hand feels good. Her pussy t-tastes amazing, Ed. It’s everything we…”
You couldn’t hear what he mumbled to Eddie as your lips fully enveloped him and all you good manage to absorb was the throbbing of his length on your own tongue. Steve’s fingers tangled in your hair as his hips thrust upwards and you allowed him to use your throat as he chased his high.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck…fuck! M’gonna cum.”
His seed spurted its warmth as he grunted in pleasure above you. After swallowing everything he had to give, you kissed his tip and he lazily man-handled you around till your face was level with his so he could passionately kiss your lips.
“Are you ready for your second lesson, Y/N?”
At the sound of his strained tone, your gaze shifted towards Eddie who had his cock in his hand that now look just as red and angry as Steve’s had.
“Yes, Mr. Munson. I’m ready.”
Smirking at your answer, he lifted you effortlessly into his arms and climbed back on to his mattress with you on top of him straddling his waist. As he reached for the pack of condoms on his bed side table, your hand extended out to stop him.
“I’m, um, I’m on the pill. I mean if you want to.”
Blinking, you noticed his confident demeanor faulter slightly.
“Are you sure? With everything we do…on set and…”
“Are you safe?”
“Yeah, yeah, princess, I’m clean. I…we just understand that…you may have a viewpoint of us…”
Placing your palms under his ears, you softly kiss his lips as your thumbs caress his cheeks.
“Did someone tell you this or is this you?”, you echo their words from earlier. “Because I’ll kick anyone’s ass who—”
“Yeah, yeah, ya dork.”, he jests as he playfully smacks your behind. “Ok, I’ve, um, I’ve never done it raw so…if your pussy is as good as Steve says it is…I may ruin this particular lesson by busting too soon.”
Giggling at his now nervous demeanor, you lift off your shirt and toss it towards the other boy who catches it midair before throwing it on the floor near your pants so he can climb in beside you both.
“I like this bra. It’s cute.”, Steve compliments as his fingers trace the black lace while Eddie’s own hands rub up and down your sides.
“Whenever you’re ready, baby, just slide down onto my dick. Take your time, there’s no rush.”
Nodding, Eddie holds his shaft as your entrance hovers just above him. Just the warmth alone that’s radiating from your cunt has his cock twitching before you slowly begin to descend onto him.
“Shit.”
“What? Did I do s-something? Am I—”
His ringed hand clasps over your mouth as his other keeps you in place.
“No. You’re not too heavy. Stop thinking about all that bullshit. Fuck, I really am going to fucking cum before she even moves.”
Steve grins at the man’s words as he winks at you reassuringly. Knowing that he’s alright, you continue to lower your body, taking him in inch by inch till you feel him fully sheathed inside you.
“Eddie.”
“How does it feel, baby?”
“So…deep. Feels different…better…”
“Go—Go ahead and roll your hips.” You do as he says, repeating your movements you had done with the other boy causing an electricity to shoot through you as his cock grazes something inside you that you weren’t even sure was there.
“Oh my god.”
“There’s the spot.”, he whispered. “Take over, Y/N. Balance on my chest and hit that spot, baby girl. Fuck, your pussy is squeezing me so tight.”
While you ride his length, you don’t notice the way your tummy jiggles or that from his angle you may not look flattering. All you can focus on is him and how he feels inside you. With every press of that button, you whimper and mewl his name causing you to clench tighter to him as he groans at the sound of you moaning. When you’re finally able to open your eyes to look at him, you notice his chocolate ones are zeroed in on where you two connected as his hands absently guide your movements on your waist.
Occasionally, his gaze shifts to your breasts as he licks his lips at the sight and desperate to please him, you reach behind you to undo the clasp, throwing it to the ground. Leaning up towards your chest, Eddie wraps his mouth around one of your nipples and your fingers thread through his hair as you grind your hips against his.
“So fucking beautiful. Cum for me, baby.”
Pushing at his chest, you chase your high and he bites his bottom lip at the sight as you finally truly take over. Your body shudders as your rhythm stutters and your pussy quivers as you come undone. It’s more than Eddie can handle and his grip becomes almost bruising as he guides your sloppy movements till you feel him empty deep inside you.
“F-Fuck…oh, careful, pretty girl.”, he coos as you wince when you try to lift your body off his. “Can, um, is it ok if I hold you like this?”
Smiling, you nod as lay your head under his chin and he circles his arms around you so he can play with your hair.
“In a minute we can take a shower and get you clean.”, he whispered as they both listened to you steadily breathe.
“Am I your type?” Confusion paints both their features and you push up on your knees so you could see them both. “You said you weren’t my type but I said that you were. Am I yours?”
Their gaze shifts to each other before Steve chuckles under his breath.
“You didn’t hear what I said, did you? I said that your pussy was everything we ever talked about it being. That’s not all we talk about though. You’re kind and strong—”
“Sarcastic as fuck.”, Eddie cuts in making you laugh.
“You’re so gorgeous, honey. When we were shooting our scenes we, uh, we pretended she was you.”
Both men sit up with the metalhead holding your body to keep you against him.
“If you want this to be a onetime thing we understand but if not…”
“We’d like to take you on a date.”
“Maybe give you some more lessons.”
“Hey now. I’m sure I can teach you both a thing or two.”, you giggle as they beam up at you with nothing but care. “Ok, as long as you can promise me that no matter what I won’t lose you. You’ve been my best friends for so long and I love you so much.”
Placing his hand on the back of your neck, Eddie guides your lips to his.
“What did I say, babe? We’ll always be here, no matter what. Cross my heart.”, he grins as he does the gesture over his chest and Steve follows, finishing it by grabbing your cheeks in both his massive palms to kiss you.
Hey! I’m looking for fics where Eddie gets introduced into the story of ST in season 1 (or 2 or 3.. just before 4!) I’ve just gotten caught up with “better by you, better than me” by palmviolet on ao3 and I’m loooving the concept. Thanks!!
Hey, so these kind of fics are my absolute jam and I can’t stop reading them so... here’s a shit ton
hot (sticky, sweet) by ToEdenandBackAgain
"You're abusing company policy,” Steve corrects and Eddie nods, unashamed, and leans forward.
“Fuck The Man, Harrington. Gimme a taste.”
Or: it's the hottest day of the summer so far, and Eddie just wants his due of free samples. Annoying the shit out of Steve Harrington is just a cherry on top.
The Man That I Could Be by ohstars
"Steve Harrington isn't straight. It's been a few weeks since he sat on that bathroom floor at Starcourt with Robin, where she shared her biggest secret with him and unintentionally unlocked an entirely new side of Steve. Since he’s had to come to terms with being open to exploring that side of him, but he's finally acknowledged that he's most likely, definitely, without a doubt into guys."
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After coming to terms that he may be queer, Steve Harrington does a little exploration on his own and meets the one and only Eddie Munson. Just as things are going well and accepted the fact he's falling for Eddie in their own little bubble, Steve's world is shaken by a tragedy he can't quite talk about. And when the dust settles and he's nearly ready to put the pieces back together, his worlds collide when he realizes his Eddie is the same Eddie playing D&D with the kids. The same Eddie who's now wanted for murder thanks to another upside down monster. How will he save the day when he can barely focus watching his ex mingle with his monster fighting team?
STRIKE TEN. by oaseas
Steve’s striking out. It’s the summer after his graduation, he’s working 9-5 at Scoops Ahoy, and hey, did you hear? He’s striking out. Enter Robin, her ‘you rule/you suck’ board, and a promise to romance the next girl through the door. Except, that’s no girl. That’s Eddie Munson.
Or: One double scoop of pining, please!
“See ya later... sailor!” by JustAPileOfCringe
Eddie wanders the mall and decides he wants Ice Cream. What he didn’t expect to find was former King Steve, all dressed up in a sailor costume with too short shorts slinging ice cream like he was born for it. Huh, weird.
No One Rides For Free by Weird_Witchcraft
“Are you okay Harrington?” Eddie asks gently, “Need me to get anyone?”
“No one to get” replies Steve, so soft Eddie barely catches it. “You think I want anyone seeing me like this?”
Eddie Munson stumbles across Steve Harrington crying next to a bush at Tina's party and makes it his mission to cheer him up.
when they call your name by librarybooks
Jesus. He observes him with abject fascination, like the former king of Hawkins High is a particularly grisly car crash and Eddie is the rubbernecker of the century. Christ.
Or: contrary to Robin’s data, not all summertime mall rats are immune to Steve Harrington. Eddie Munson certainly isn’t.
destiny has brought us oh so close together by deadratz
The first time Eddie finds him, Steve is crying in the school bathroom after his breakup with Nancy. They're not friends, they don't plan to become friends.
turned this one into a full-fledged ao3 oneshot with a whole lot more content. you can read it here :)
ooo i love this !! thanks for sending it in anon, i hope i do your prompt justice 💗
tw: ftm steve harrington (usage of cock, pussy, etc. to refer to his own genitalia), under negotiated kink (but they are both very into it and safe), mutual masturbation, slight orgasm denial/delay
they’re about a month into dating when it happens for the first time.
eddie’s just left steve’s place, after an evening spent cuddled up next to each other on the cushy sofa—pretending to watch a movie. and as always; it only took a few minutes of shared body heat, lingering stares, and wandering hands before steve found himself straddling eddie’s lap and kissing his boyfriend senseless.
it felt good, really good.
steve’s boxers dampening considerably as he humped himself down against the hard line of eddie’s clothed cock. little wanton moans falling from both of their mouths, when eddie’s big hands wrapped around steve’s hips to assist in building more delicious friction.
but just as things were heating up, steve started to get a bit too in his own head about everything and made some stupid excuse to get up and go to the bathroom. essentially ruining his chances of getting laid tonight.
you see, the thing is, eddie hasn’t actually seen steve naked yet and as much as steve trusts and loves his boyfriend, the idea still greatly terrifies him.
thankfully, eddie hasn’t seemed to mind; endlessly understanding and patient as they navigate this new world of intimacy together.
that being said, the second eddie departs from the driveway, steve rushes back inside and sprints upstairs to his bedroom. practically tripping on his own feet as he ascends. horny as a dog in heat and in desperate need of release.
its become routine over the past few weeks. eddie teasing his body, caressing every available inch of his skin, making him soak his underwear, and then leaving for the night—completely clueless as to how insanely turned on steve is.
so once he’s safely back in his room, steve scrambles up onto the bed. the air thickens with want as he hurriedly strips off his jeans and boxers. leaves eddie’s shirt on—a borrowed graphic-tee that’s quickly become a staple. he tucks it into his mouth, so he can inhale the natural musk of his boyfriend and gain easier access to the stiff buds of his nipples. rolls them between his thumb and forefinger as he mounts his favorite pillow—squeezes it between his thighs and whines as his he starts grinding his swollen pussy against it. finally giving into the filthy fantasies that have been clouding his mind all night.
eddie walking in on him isn’t part of the plan—in fact steve half-thinks he’s imagining it when his boyfriend appears out of thin air in the doorway.
“hey baby, sorry to bother you! forgot my jacket and thought i’d—” eddie says casually, as he throws the door to steve’s bedroom wide open and finds him humping his pillow,“oh. oh, fuck.”
eddie’s practically drooling. his mouth is hanging open like he’s trying to catch flies and steve is instantly mortified. covering up as much as possible with his hands.
“eds! shit, you weren’t supposed to see me doing this. i’m sorry, i’m so sorry. i’m so embarrassed. oh my god—” steve rambles, thoughts automatically going to the worst places.
“don’t be sorry. don’t you ever be sorry,” eddie walks over to the edge of the bed and tilts steve’s chin up with two of his fingers, so he’s forced to meet his gaze, “and don’t you dare fucking stop on my account. keep going, baby. i wanna see you.”
steve is awestruck by eddie’s reaction. never dreaming it would be so unwaveringly positive. cheeks flushed as it clicks that eddie isn’t disgusted by him and his naked body—rather he’s attracted to him and wants to see more.
“you’re sure?” steve can’t help but ask, even as he starts to slowly buck his hips again.
“you’re asking me if i’m sure? baby, your body is so fucking hot. even hotter than i imagined it would be,” eddie laughs incredulously and kisses steve deeply, “plus I’d love to be right here while you make yourself cum. talk about a dream come true.”
“yeah?” steve whines, feeling confident as eddie kisses along his neck and nibbles on his ear. he’s so far gone for this man it’s ridiculous.
“yeah, honey. if you hadn’t noticed, i’m kind of obsessed with you. now tell me what you want me to do? you want me to keep talking?” eddie cups steve’s face and pets a hand across his cheek.
steve nods enthusiastically, “y-yeah. it’s hot, really hot. more please, like hearing your voice.”
eddie willingly obliges. palming his straining hard-on over his jeans as he runs his mouth and edges them both closer to orgasm.
“feels good doesn’t it, baby? you’re so wet and your cock’s so fucking hard. looks just about ready to burst with how good you’re teasing it on that pillow. taking your time, hm? letting all that pleasure build up like a good boy,” he coos in a sickeningly sweet, condescending tone. voice shakier as he fucks into his palm and watches steve intently.
and steve? he can’t even begin to find his words. a mess of mewls and whimpers and moans, as he works the length of his aching cock between a few fingers and ruts his pussy in punishing circles against the soaked fabric of the pillowcase. and now that he has eddie as an audience, he’s arching his back, pushing the plump curve of his ass out, and using his free hand to pinch his raw nipples. knot tightening in his lower belly, warmth spreading through his abdomen.
“fuck,” eddie groans, thrusting his hips and biting his lip, “that’s right, baby boy. don’t hold back—making such pretty noises for me. such a good little slut. my perfect boy.”
steve knows he’s going to cum. he knows it’s going to be messy. he knows eddie’s going to see him as he squirts over the pillow. and the very idea makes him lock eyes with eddie and moan incoherently. begging with his gaze.
“what is it, baby?” eddie’s patronizing smile makes steve keen, “aw you wanna cum don’t you? is that why you’re shaking so much? wanna cum for me and make a mess on your pillow?”
steve nods as hard and fast as he can, words still escaping him. unsure why he feels he needs eddie’s permission to cum, but also knowing it’s absolutely necessary.
“shhh, shhh,” eddie hushes, rubbing his cock at a punishing pace, “use your words baby. use those pretty big boy words of yours and ask nicely. then i’ll give you everything you need, okay?”
“p-please, daddy,” oh fuck where did that come from, “please, please, let me cum, daddy. wanna be your good boy, please.”
“ahh. fuck, fuck baby. say it again and i’ll let you. c’mon one more time, precious boy,” eddie pleads, face contorting with pleasure.
“daddy. need to cum for you, daddy. please,” steve begs so pretty and bounces on the pillow mercilessly, stimulation peaking.
“fuck yes, baby. cum with daddy. cum for me,” eddie groans and spills into his jeans with steve’s name heavy on his filthy lips.
and steve does the same—positively drenches his pillow as he squirts all over it. slapping his pussy like he’s never done before just because everything feels too good and the oversensitivity is enough to destroy him.
suffice it to say, after that night, steve’s quite physically comfortable around eddie and vice versa. and it’s the start of a beautiful relationship <3
and as always, if you’d like to be added to my tags list for my smutty steddie ficlets/asks pls let me know in the comments !! xoxo
🎷🐛 hi! This is like my first time ever asking anything here on tumblr, but i was wondering wich kinks do you think Steve and Eddie has? Personally I belive that Eddie like tie up his partners cause it gives him a sense of power and also the idea that the other person trust him enough to be vulnerable
In other hand Steve is so deep into praises, he needs them, like he is always putting himself down so other person telling him "you are doing so well" or "you are so pretty" makes him enjoy it even more
And also being take care of, like, his parents are never in home so I assume he pass a lot of time alone and that the fact he always take care of the kids gives me "i give you what i want" vibes, so the idea of some one taking care of him makes him so overwhelmed
Plis tell me what you think! Also, sorry for my english
omg hi!!!! Thanks for the ask!!
So the show has confirmed Eddie is a top and is into S&M so of course all I have to do is extrapolate from there hehe 😉. I definitely think he'd love to tie Steve down on his bed and take his time working him over. Like I think it would be a huge thrill for him to have this beautiful boy who used to be the most popular guy at school and who never even *noticed* Eddie back then be laid out on his bed and begging for him, his dick so hard and pearling wet at the tip with how badly he wants to come. But Eddie doesn't let him, because he wants him to be on the brink of crying when he finally lets him. Not because it hurts but because of how *good* it feels. He wants Steve to beg and cry and say he'll do anything Eddie wants if he just lets him come, which is a huge rush for him.
I also think Eddie would get off on marking and clothes sharing. So Eddie loves it when Steve has visible hickeys on his throat. Like really dark possessive ones, so everyone knows Steve belongs to someone and it deters girls from flirting with him. And he likes when Steve wears more of his clothes too, so not just the denim vest, but his leather jacket and his band t-shirts too. He just loves all these subtle but obvious signs that Steve belongs to him.
And for Steve, I like the idea of Steve discovering kink through Eddie and that he loves being submissive. Maybe he's a bit scared of it at first because he's always taken charge with girls he's dated and maybe he's scared that being submissive or masochistic means emasculating himself. But Eddie makes him feel so good and practically worships his body when he ties him down, telling him how gorgeous and beautiful he is. And like you said, Steve has a huge praise kink, so Eddie doing this would press all his sweet spots. Especially as a lot of people always describe Steve as a bit vacuous and a bit of an airhead, so to be told how amazing he is just makes him feel so special.
Plus the two of them are so touch starved! Steve is from growing up with parents who are never around and Eddie is because he's lived with his uncle his whole life. And I hc Eddie as having been in and out of juvie as a kid, so he's pretty messed up. So they make up for all of that wasted time and are one of those couples who are always kissing and touching. Obviously not in public as they can't, but always behind closed doors and around their friends. They'll be on the couch making out and someone like Robin throws a cushion at them and tells them to get a room already so they don't have to watch!! And they wind up getting up and giggling as they leave the room, going out to one of their cars to make out there instead 🙊
also tagging @motocrossed to see if she has any kink hcs for them too 💗
easy- ghost eddie!! 1. because it is my life long dream to be haunted and 2. because there’s something so 🫠 about ghost eddie still being stuck in hawkins and no one being able to see or hear him and all of the feelings that would accompany that.
(p.s. i’ve written ghost eddie before! here and (kinda) here! though the second one is open to interpretation as to whether he’s a ghost or steve is hallucinating him entirely)
9. Do you imagine they would have been childhood friends?
i subscribe to the head canon that yes, they would’ve been childhood friends. i think that before steve got swept up in popularity and ‘who he was supposed to be’ and before eddie became The Way He Is they would’ve gotten along swimmingly. i think that’s why their relationship works so well in fanon. They just care about each other at their core without all of the other junk, which is why i think that the more naive childhood versions of them would be friends without worry.
13. If they went on vacation or traveled somewhere, where would it be?
i think this might honestly be a point of contention in their relationship lol. i could see steve wanting to go to a beach resort to just sit by the water and relax. but eddie is so anti-sun and so restless that he prefers to go to a city where he can be constantly Doing Things. that being said, i think they could land on going somewhere abroad that could cater to both of these things. (don’t ask me where though, i am but an american who has never left the country)
Probably not actually that scandalous, but Steve loves to leave hickies on Eddie's inner thighs 😋
yes, yes, yes and vice versa! love this one <33 thx for submitting anon :)
okay so steve wants everyone to know that eddie belongs to him. its simply not enough for eddie to keep reminding him that he's literally the town 'freak' and no one's going to be flirting it up with him anyways. steve doesn't care. he leaves hickeys all over eddie's body wherever he can and at this point, eddie just lets him. bc steve's never had someone love him as much as eddie loves him and he's just so proud of the fact that he's lucky enough to call eddie his boyfriend.
when steve gives eddie head, he spends a solid half-hour just teasing him and edging him villainously slow. he runs his hands along eddie's inner thighs, grazing with a featherlight touch as he traces shapes and swirls his name with his fingertips. it makes them both whimper and moan profusely as goosebumps begin to rise over eddie's skin, nipples hardening in response. the image alone makes steve drool down his own chin like a dog in heat. panting breathlessly at the mere sight of a very horny and desperate eddie.
and ofc eddie doesn't typically beg. usually that's steve's job. but when they switch things up like this (which they do occasionally), eddie's definitely more than happy to be the one pleading for mercy. desperate to have steve's lavishing wet tongue wrapped around his length. moaning and crying out at the oversensitivity he feels from every little touch steve places on his body.
"please, please, please," eddie whines and kicks his feet out as the tension builds, "i've been good. i've been so good. just give me your mouth, stevie. need your mouth."
"not yet, baby," steve whispers as he presses the softest line of kisses down eddie's dark happy trail. licking and dragging his teeth intermittently, "need to be patient. can't spoil you yet, prove to me that you can behave."
so eddie does his best to obey. bc lord help him, if there's one thing he's determined to do--it's get steve to suck him off. he grimaces, scrunches his nose in frustration, but ultimately fails to hold back for long. accidentally bucking his hip forwards and bumping steve in the nose bc the sensation is overwhelming.
which steve obviously notices and tuts at.
"now that's just not gonna do," he says lowly and smacks the inside of eddie's thighs with an open palm, "you know better."
the fresh sting of pain feels insanely good. eddie groans and watches the pale flesh of his legs become a vibrant red under steve's hands. it's beautiful and he never gets tired of the filthy marks steve leaves behind. only wishes they could all be permanent.
"you're on my time, munson. that means i decide when and how you come. understood?"
"mmm," eddie's hardly keeping it together. he trembles and throws his head back in an attempt to combat the rising pleasure. steve's words sending a rush of blood to his swollen cock, "yes, yes i understand."
"you sure? or do i need to remind you who you belong to, baby?" steve smirks shark-like and vicious, bc they both know exactly where this is going.
"don't remember anymore. gotten too dumb with your hands all over me, 's too distracting," eddie plays into their little game, even bats his eyelashes to drive the point home, "need you to make sure i don't forget again."
and steve does just that. he sinks his sharp teeth into eddie's inner thighs; sucks bruises and lovebites alike into the tender skin. forgets about sucking eddie off for the time being, bc this is his favorite part. he loves being down here on his knees. loves getting carried away and marking eddie up in places only the two of them get to admire.
bc as much as he loves claiming eddie in all those perfect, visible spaces (his chest, his neck, his arms, his shoulders, etc.), there's something extra hot to him about eddie walking around with pretty magenta bruises lining his thighs, hidden beneath his clothes.
steve loves imagining eddie trying to sit down at work the next day or meeting a friend for coffee and not being able to quite cover up the wince of pain that comes from applying pressure to a fresh hickey. having to make an offhand excuse about being sore from a workout which--as anyone close to him knows--eddie doesn't typically do.
"fuck stevie, you're eating me alive down there. that hurts, baby," eddie threads a hand into steve's hair and grips him by the root.
"aw but honey, it hurts good, doesn't it?" steve says with mock sympathy, pretending to pout, "you want more, don't you? want everyone to know what a good slut you are for me?"
they both already know the answer, steve just wants to hear his boyfriend say it out loud in that whiny, fucked out tone of his.
"hurts so good, so fuckin good," eddie cries out and gasps, "please don't stop, could come just like this. don't even need you to blow me."
"hmm, i like the sound of that. let's see if you really are a man of your word, shall we?"
and man of his word that eddie is, he comes harder than he has in weeks within a matter of minutes. completely untouched and covered in an obscene amount of hickeys.
"you're lucky it's winter. otherwise i'd have literally no explanation for this," eddie laughs when they cuddle afterwards; with steve half-asleep on his chest, "and you can bet i'm getting you back next time."
recently turned this gym partner steddie ficlet into a fully fledged 6.5k ao3 fic. feel free to check out the added filth here <333 mwah and thank you again to anon for the prompt that inspired it !
Pt. 3 of my Steddie Gym Partner Ficlet
(read the other parts here: pt.1, pt. 2)
rating: def nsft
warnings: feminization, degradation/humiliation, voyeurism, under-negotiated kink (but they are both into it)
and just as eddie starts to work a third finger into steve and gets ready to prep him for more, the flimsy shower curtain is moved open and a third party enters the small stall.....
“oh this is rich. god, knew it had to be you in here stevie. no one else could sound so stupidly desperate for cock. needy slut,” tommy hagan sneers as he wanders closer and runs a finger down steve’s chest, “and with the freak no less? you’ll just take anything up the ass these days, won’t you?”
his dick is in his right hand already and he’s stroking it with reckless abandon. rough and fast like he wants to cum as fast and dirty as possible. eddie scoffs at him, imagines his partners don’t get much of a chance to seek out their own pleasure with such a selfish prick as hagan and his stubby excuse for a dick.
steve’s trembling with fear. he’s digging blunt nails into the side of eddie’s arm as a silent cry for help. whimpering in the vain of a trapped garden bunny who might not make it out alive with the big bad wolf lurking so close by.
eddie’s pissed—more than pissed. he’s irate, he’s catastrophic, he’s ready to drive a dagger straight through the soft spot of hagan’s skull. because no one gets to make his steve feel like he’s anything less than perfect. steve—angel that he is, too good for this world—harrington deserves to cum and moan and babble and whine and get kissed senseless without some gross pervert watching his every move.
“don’t you dare fucking touch him,” eddie growls, arresting tommy’s entitled wrist in his hand, “unless you want me to smash your skull in on the tile. which can definitely be arranged but if i were you, i wouldn’t try my luck.”
tommy keeps his chin held high but his lower lip starts to quiver with something obviously akin to fear. eddie has a reputation around town. he’s not someone to be fucked with and he always follows through on his promises.
“no, let him watch,” steve surprises eddie when he speaks causing him to lean forward so he can make sure he hears him properly, “want him to see how good you’re making me feel, want him to see you make me yours when you cum inside me. so he knows exactly who i belong to from here on out.”
as if this day at the gym wasn’t blowing eddie’s mind enough.
“baby you don’t have to prove anything to him or me,” he kisses steve’s neck as steve fucks himself back on eddie’s trio of fingers—mewling pleasurably, “but if you really want to keep going, i won’t deny you.”
“y-yeah,” tommy groans, hand quickening from his spot in the corner, “i won’t touch. just watch. just wanna see what a pathetic slut you are, stevie.”
steve nods against eddie’s chest, “please fuck me, eds. need your cock so bad it hurts. don’t care about tommy, just want you inside.” 
it’s the last straw, the last shredded bit of eddie’s restraint. edging and building towards this exact moment all afternoon.
“hands to yourself, hagan,” he locks eyes with tommy as he wraps one hand around steve’s torso to hold him in place and uses the other to line himself up with his entrance.
eddie sinks into the clutch of steve’s plump ass. drawing soothing circles on his skin as he pushes past the tight clench of muscle. it’s impossibly warm and tight; more so than anyone else eddie’s ever been with. steve’s rim is tinted pink like the weepy head of his straining cock.
“ah. so full eds,” steve whines with his cheek pressed against the wall of the shower, grinding onto the tile with his hips, “so fucking full.”
if it’s a performance tommy’s looking for, it’s a performance he’s going to get. one so blasphemous and debased that he’ll never be able to so much as glance at steve again without envisioning eddie pressed deep inside him.
eddie gives steve time to adjust to his length as he proceeds to fuck into him. tauntingly slow, he pauses every inch or so to let steve wiggle around, cry out for more, and beg in that gorgeous slutty tone of his. eddie preens at his boy’s beauty, at the way he screams his name, and the desperation leaking from his pretty tongue.
“be good baby. be patient. gonna give you exactly what you need,” eddie reassures, starting to move for real—thrusting his pelvis rhythmically and growling in steve’s ear, “that’s right. show tommy who owns this tight cunt. gotta sloppy little pussy, hm? so fucking wet for me,” and then glaring at tommy—who is drooling all over himself—eddie says, “you seeing this, hagan?” tommy nods hastily which makes eddie laugh like a movie villain, “harrington needs a man with a real cock to fuck him. instead of that poor excuse of a clit you have over there. rubbing yourself like a fucking animal. its disgusting.”
tommy drops to his knees, head hitting the wall behind him, dick begging for release, “munson, I’m sorry. i’m sorry, okay? i can be g-good too. i can be good for you if you’ll fuck me after you’re done with steve. please? just once, c’mon man. i’ll do anything.”
steve stiffens at the suggestion, looking over his shoulder to find eddie’s eyes, jealousy overflowing.
“shhh, babygirl,” eddie finds steve’s cock and takes it in his fist to give him proper friction, pounding into his ass as he does so, “i wouldn’t fuck hagan with a ten foot pole,” tommy protests in the background but eddie pays him no attention, “i’ve only got eyes for you. he couldn’t pay me enough to touch him. besides, he’s just being a bitch. he knows his place is over there on the floor. now let’s give him something to remember so he doesn’t ever bother us again.”
“yes please,” steve murmurs, licking into eddie’s mouth from where he cranes his neck, “wanna cum on your cock. make me your slut. don’t want anyone else to play with me.”
eddie tugs at steve’s hair, yanks him backwards so his back is arching obscenely and slaps that pretty round curve of his ass. relishing in the blooming red handprint he’s left behind. steve cries out for more, so eddie delivers. five spankings in devoted repetition. left cheek, right cheek, left cheek, right cheek, left. until his ass is crimson and he goes slack in eddie’s arms.
“marking you up, sweetheart. look so fucking hot with my handprints on your ass,” he praises, sloppily rutting into steve. he’s getting incredibly close to an orgasm and he knows steve is too.
he angles their bodies so steve can stare directly at tommy, who apparently already came all over his own lap while they were busying themselves with pleasuring each other. tommy looks to be in a daze, blissed out and moaning breathily as he teases the tip of his cock and spurts out a bit more cum.
“tell him how good it feels, princess. tell him how much you like getting fucked by my cock,” eddie orders, spitting on steve’s ass to provide extra lubrication and watching it disappear into his stretched out hole.
“he fucks me so good—ah,” steve sobs, “love it so much. love his cock. love how big it is, stretches my pussy so wide. feel it in my throat, he’s hitting so deep. mmm.” his words grow incoherent.
“so well behaved. bet you’d never let tommy order you around like that, would you?” eddie slams into him, letting loose the most absurd, defiled moans he’s ever heard come out of his own mouth.
“n-never,” steve whimpers, “only you, daddy. only you. i’m all yours.”
without warning, eddie shoved himself all the way into steve—making him scream—and fills his ass with a full load of cum. thick white ropes coating his walls and dripping onto the floor as eddie pumps steve through his own orgasm. gorgeous boy soaking the front of his thighs and eddie’s fist. cumming hard and collapsing into his chest.
tommy stands up and starts moving towards them, looking like he has another stupid request on the tip of his ugly tongue. probably wants to clean eddie up or lick the cum off of steve’s belly.
“get the fuck out. you’ve had your fun,” eddie cradles steve against him and shields him from hagan, “and don’t come back here looking for more or i really will knock your teeth out.”
tail between his legs, tommy ducks out of the stall, pushes past the curtain, and disappears for good.
“holy shit,” steve moans when eddie eventually pulls out and admires the way his cum leaks out of steve’s ass, “you should definitely come work out with me more.”
eddie cackles, picks steve up letting him wrap his legs around his waist, and kisses him with genuine care.
“it’s a deal. as long as you keep wearing those tiny little shorts.”
the end !!
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Hi! Is there a fic where Steve is frustrated because all his dates are terrible and he is tired of going out with girls but also he's sexually frustrated, so Eddie suggests that they could be fuckbuddies (nothing wrong about it since Steve is totally straight wink wink) what are friends for, if not helping each other, right?
Hey, here you go:
Date me instead by Zhuletta
Every date Steve has gone to lately has been horrible. It’s impossible that there’s something wrong with the entire female population of Hawkins, so surely there must be something wrong with him.
“Why don’t you take me on a date then?”
“Wh— what?”
“Take me on a date, pretend, of course, and then I’ll tell you if there’s something wrong with you or not.”
Or: Eddie proposes a crazy idea to see if there's something wrong with him, Steve finds the fact that it works is even crazier.
i like us better when we’re wasted by hma1313
Eddie Munson has been under Steve Harrington's skin since he was seventeen.
Or: the five times they hook up drunk at parties, and the one time they're together.
i stare at the sun (its alright its you) by monsterbug
robin knocked shoulders with him as she moved to lean next to him. “you should be the expert seeing as you are sleeping with him.”
“we’re not-”
“yeah, yeah, very fine print there harrington.” robin replies, flicking him in the arm. steve sighs and pull his knees up to his chest, resting his head back against the counter.
or; everyone knows steve and eddie are hooking up and steve has a crisis about what it means.
