Would you be interested in writing some Steddie x reader?
I have a hard time finding Steddie x reader fics, and most of them are unfinished multiparts, so would love to read anything with them!
Hope you have a great day💓
I’d love to do Steddie x reader! I’ve never written that dynamic before but I’m currently rewatching season 4 so it’s kind of the perfect time for me to do it haha
Any specifics? Doesn’t even have to be specific but generally are you looking for fluff, hurt/comfort, whump, smut?
Swim Coach Steve and Personal Trainer Eddie who work at the same sports complex
They meet you as a newbie at the gym. Eddie takes great pleasure in adjusting your form and touching you in any way he can and frequently pictures his face buried deep between your thighs as you manoeuvre the squat rack. He gushes to Steve during his break about how fuckin sweet you are which also peaks his interest and somehow they then go on to discuss the many many ways they’d love to fold you up like a pretzel and take turns using your cute little holes…
steddie x reader where you and eddie are the same breed of weirdo and steve is equal parts amused by it and utterly exhausted by the two of you mind melded nerds
Hii mae i don’t know if you’re still taking requests or if you’re still doing poly steddie x reader but if you are can we have a sickfic ?
First request kinda nervy much love 🤍
- 🪼 anon
Ofc I am and ofc we can!
modern au
poly!steddie x fem!reader ♡ 659 words
You admit you paint a rather dramatic picture when Eddie comes home. Lying supine on the couch, arm cast over your face, eyes squeezed shut.
“Uh, hey,” he says. You hear the heavy thud of his bag dropping to the floor, and a moment later the couch sinks by your legs. “What’s your deal?”
“Nothing.” You move your arm a smidge to see him. “Just spent too long looking at my laptop.” Your stomach gurgles pointedly. “And I’m sort of hungry. How was work?”
“Better than yours, it sounds like.” Eddie’s voice has that slight hoarseness it gets after he’s been singing for a while; a dead giveaway he spent more of his shift at the record store sneaking off to practice with his bandmates than he did working. You’re envious (not of the band practice necessarily, but of the slacking off). He rubs your hip. “I feel like I can help with at least one of those things. What do you want to eat, pretty girl?”
“Steve’s already making dinner,” you tell him, "but thanks."
“Oh, yeah? What’re we having?”
Your eyes burn, and you cover them with your arm again. “Soup, I think? I’m not sure.”
“I’ll go find out.”
You’re both surprised and not when Eddie’s lips press to yours a moment later, a small sound half forming in your throat as he pats your hip and begins to stand.
“What’re you—don’t kiss her.”
Eddie straightens up fast. “Jesus,” he says. “I thought somebody's dad was here for a second.”
Steve makes an exasperated sort of huffing sound. You don’t have to open your eyes to know his hands have landed on his hips. “What the hell are you doing?”
“What am I doing? I thought I was kissing my girlfriend. Why are you acting like you’re gonna call the cops?”
“She’s sick, idiot. You wanna get sick?”
“I am not,” you argue idly.
Eddie’s tone takes a dip into sympathy. “You’re sick?”
“No. I just looked at my laptop for too long.”
“You have a fever,” says Steve, the sternness of him softening the tiniest bit. “You’re totally getting sick."
“It’s just hot in here.”
“It’s really not, actually.”
There’s a pause while you both wait for Eddie to decide who he’ll back up. He betrays you kindly, at least, setting his hand consolingly across your forehead. “It’s not, sweetness. You should have called me earlier. I was just dicking around at work. We could have dicked around together.”
Steve makes an amused noise. “I don’t think that’s really what she needs to—”
“Hey, get your mind out of the gutter, Harrington.”
Eddie’s hand leaves your forehead, and then you hear the familiar sounds of him kissing Steve wholeheartedly. You sneak a peek. Steve’s posture is relaxing (hands indeed on his hips, but lowering now), a dish towel thrown over his shoulder.
He sighs when the kiss ends. Eddie looks satisfied with himself.
“Well,” says Steve, meeting your eyes over Eddie’s shoulder, “I guess we’re all getting sick now.”
“Or none of us are,” you try.
Eddie laughs, turning and plopping back down next to you on the couch. “No, you’re for sure sick. But the good news is, you’re totally rocking it.”
You groan. You have to admit it does come out sounding more nasally than you expect. “I don’t want to.”
“Yeah,” Steve hums compassionately, “none of us did.”
“Speak for yourselves,” says Eddie. “The only thing better than dicking around at work is not going. We should start figuring out what movies we’re going to rent before it really sets in.”
You groan again, rolling over so your aching eyes are pressing into a throw pillow.
An amused puff comes from Steve. He squats down beside you to kiss your cheek. “Sorry, honey.”
Your voice is muffled into the pillow. “I thought you didn’t want to kiss me.”
“Shut up, you know that wasn't it. Anyway, we’re all in this now.”
Hey! idk if your requests are open but if they are i have one.
In short, Steddie and Reader have been together for several years. One day, she’s feeling really horny but doesn’t want to tell the guys because she’s a little embarrassed, she’s also a little embarrassed to tell them she wants them to choke her and pull her hair. When they find out, they tease her a little, but eventually they take care of her, and it all ends on a cute note. Thanks!
Awww!!! I haven’t gotten a steddie request in a hot minute this was so nice.
Word count: 0.8k
Warnings: poly, threesome. Established relationship. Slightly suggestive. Hair pulling.
“My poor girl.”
Steve coo’s from behind you. A brush slides down your damp hair, one he controls. You sit between Steve’s legs on the floor so he had a better angle at brushing your hair, Eddie sits off to the side and picks at his guitar. It’s dark outside and the tv is softly playing in the background.
It’s one of those days where you just feel drained. Maybe you cried at work once or twice, just a few frustrated tears. And maybe your skin felt itchy from the anxiety, anxious deadlines creeping up on your back like a giant bug. Wishing you could swat it away but it was too heavy, making your chest tighten and getting harder to breathe.
Metaphor or not it was a rough day. Bad day. Tiring day at work. You probably shouldn’t complain considering both Steve and Eddie have their fair share of responsibilities too. Their own deadlines.
But they take care of you so well. When you almost bawled your eyes out to Eddie about your shitty day he hugged you first, told you to get in the shower and that he’d join you in a minute.
Only to secretly call Harrington and tell him not to skimp out on the ice cream tonight. They both made you feel like a princess.
Steve is brushing your hair because he likes doing it. If Eddie did it he would brush through maybe once or twice before throwing it up in a messy braid. But Steve takes his time, combing through again and again and again until its completely knot free because he knows you like the sensations.
So Steve brushes your hair (for a long time) while Eddie will swoop in later to braid it. Then dinner will be eaten with ice cream after and maybe if you’re lucky the night will end with a bang.
A very moan worthy, breath hitching. Copious amounts of touching bang.
It sounds silly. To want sex after coming home from doing such draining work. But it makes sense in your head, having done all the rough stuff you just want a little bit more— so that when the days over you feel completed.
The brush abruptly snags on a small knot at the bottom and it makes an unattractive sound.
“Oh— sorry honey, that had to hurt.” Steve apologizes quickly; you hum.
“No, not really.”
“What you like it or something?” Eddie teases over his guitar playing. Just wanting to be included.
“What? No! I just— Steve is really gentle and—“
“He’s teasing baby.”
Steve’s thumb rubs your upper arm while his other hand, even more gentle tries to get the tiny knot out.
You like it. You really do. But that gentleness can’t stay forever. Eddie’s teasing words ring in your head. You like it? Maybe.
“If I did like it….?”
Voice barely above a whisper Eddie has to stop playing and Steve leans in to hear you.
“What, the hair pulling or the teasing?”
You shift just a little bit on the carpet. Now both their eyes are on you and you’re admitting something you’ve never voiced before.
Eddie doesn’t like his hair getting pulled. He makes that abundantly clear with how he never lets Steve brush his hair.
Steve only likes his hair getting tugged in the heat of the moment— but lives for head scratches.
None of them particularly like the rough stuff with there scalp. No twisting hair around their hands or using it as a guide. No pulling or tugging. How would they react to you saying this? Their sweet girl.
Heart pounding in your ears it already to late to go back on your words now. If you’d tried Eddie would beg and Steve would say stop, but it would only make you feel guilty because you know he wants to know too.
“The….the hair stuff.”
“You like your hair being pulled?” Eddie’s aghast voice makes you look down in embarrassment. Like he could never imagine someone as weird as liking that.
“Ed’s stop.” Steve chastises and the brush in his hand stills for a moment. “Do you like it baby?”
You shrug; this doesn’t have to be made into a big deal.
“It’s okay if you do.”
Eddie reluctantly agrees with a hum.
“I… I mean I guess. I like the idea of it. No one’s ever really tried before.”
Steve tuts as if to silently say that’s our fault. “Do you want to? Try it?”
Chewing on your bottom lip you think it over. Scalp already itching with anticipation. “We don’t have to try tonight…” although you really want to.
“Well there’s no time like the present is there?” Eddie’s already taking off his guitar and setting it by the tv, grabbing your hand to let you up while Steve puts away the hair supplies.
“Let’s try light okay? roleplay style. I’ll put your hair in two braids then pretend to be the bully in class that likes you. Pulling them to gain your attention.”
“Eddie.” Steve warns again. Too much teasing but you giggle anyway.
“Okay okay. Let’s start with tugging you off while sucking my dick first, geez, he takes the fun outta everything.”
And despite there stupid results you think maybe your bad day will end with a bang.
