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*taps microphone* Steve Harrington has a breeding kink. That is all. Good night.
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do you ever get asks you feel too uncomfortable / don't feel like answering?
i do sometimes! but most of the time i struggle to find the right words to answer an ask. i get some really great ones but i get overwhelmed by them and kind of forget to answer :'] im slowly getting thru them !!
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I am thinking about Eddie using his black bandanna to tie Steve's hands to the grab handle on the roof of his van. It's awkward and slightly uncomfortable, but Steve doesn't complain; all he can do is moan so loud someone could hear if they walked passed. They've pushed the seat back, and Eddie has managed to get himself down on his knees in front of Steve's seat so that he can eat out his pretty boyfriend in the dark parking lot before their movie date.
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i know they’re not the best but i cannot stop imagining eddie with hip piercings!! bonus steve finds about them during one makeout session that was gonna lead to more as he starts unzipping eddie’s pants, only to find two pair of small silver marbles shining on eddie’s snow white skin. and that’s it, brain’s overheating, error 404, cannot pursue actions due to lack of coherently-enough thoughts
I do not care that they are bad, and neither would Eddie, he'd look so good with them!! This is slightly nsfw so be warned. Its nothing too bad but still !! Couldn't answer it on my side acc so it's going here :P
Steve is already so down bad for Eddie's piercings, especially his snakebites and tongue piercing. It's addictive - the feeling of the cool metal against his skin makes him shiver as Eddie kisses and licks his neck during another one of their heated makeouts. Steve's hands thread through Eddie's hair and bump the many earrings that adorn his 'friends' ears. They haven't exactly put a label on whatever this is, but god, Steve is sure he would go through withdrawals if he had to stop kissing Eddie.
So far, all they've ever done is kiss and grind against each other on the couch in Eddie's trailer, a little bit of sloppy kisses without shirts on in bed, fingers in mouth and hands hurriedly shoved down pants but nothing more. Steve hasn't even seen what it looks like, he's felt it, but today, Steve wants it all. He wants to see and taste. He wants to sink to his knees and show Eddie just how much he likes being his 'friend'.
Steve ghosts his hands above Eddie's zipper and doesn't dare go any further until Eddie opens his eyes and gives him the ok. "Please." Eddie says softly and even lifts his hips so that Steve can slide his jeans right off.
"Fuck." Steve groans and practically throws Eddie's jeans across the room. They'll deal with the mess later. Eddie is sprawled out on his bed in nothing but his boxers and he looks like a five course meal just waiting to be devoured. His pale skin flushes red and he squirms as Steve kneels above him and shamelessly rakes his eyes over Eddie's body.
Steve's about to lean down and kiss away the desperate whines slipping from Eddie's lips when something on Eddie's hips glints in the low light of the lamp. He thinks he's seeing things but it happens again when Eddie moves and tries to reach out to pull Steve down to him. "Steviee, come here." He tries to grab Steve's arm but Steve gently swats it away and grabs Eddie's hips roughly to hold them still.
"Eddie, what the fuck are these?" He groans and spreads Eddie's legs wide so that he can kneel between them and get a better look at the fucking piercings that adorn his slim hips.
Eddie bites his lip and wraps a leg around Steve's waist. He uses his newfound leverage to pull Steve even closer to the downright sinful piercings. "They're hip dermals. Why don't you get a better look, yeah?"
Steve doesn't have to be told twice.
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Stevie coming home from her big corporate job to fuck her good little house husband Eddie over the kitchen bench in nothing but her heels and ripped stockings good night that is all
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Because I am obsessed with the famous trope here’s another one that kept me up all night.
Steve and Eddie dated right after Vecna in ‘86 and it’s perfect. They date each other and it’s like two puzzles clicking together. But they’re young, foolish and they both have mountains of trauma. And sometimes, the passion and love, just isn’t enough to keep a relationship going.
They have a messy break up that has Eddie packing all his stuff up in ‘88. Eddie goes to LA or New York, either way that’s where he gets discovered. He then goes on to write some very angsty and angry rock/metal music about the break-up that gets him up on the map.
Steve hates it. He hates it with every fibre of his soul because it’s one thing when you and you ex still have the same friends and have to be civil with each other, but it’s a whole other thing when you open the radio and this man you dated, this man you loved and cared for and failed is just out here singing it for the whole world to hear.
And yeah listen, it’s petty and dumb. But Steve writes his own fucking songs, it’s not the direct response to Eddie’s song but it’s close. By that time it’s already ‘90 and Eddie’s made a whole name and career out of their relationship. Steve writes the songs, he sings, and he sends the damn demo to almost fifty different companies. And he gets picked up by one company.
Steve takes the pop star route, and with his looks and his somehow amazing vocals, by ‘94 Steve’s on the charts with Whitney and Mariah. The whole Party has solemnly promised to not get involved with their petty songwriting fighting anymore. They also haven’t spoken in person in almost six years, and the only way they communicate now is through the freaking songs.
There’s not a lot of overlap with the rock and pop community, and no one notices it until ‘05. It’s one fan that makes this one blog post talking about this weird freaky coincidence in Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson’s songs. It becomes a whole thing, like someone from Hawkins pulls out the yearbooks and finds out that they could’ve known each other. Their faces are splashed together into every magazine and celebrity entertainment shows.
They don’t say anything about it. No one comments about it for a few years and it infuriates the public even more. The next time Steve comes out with a song, Eddie comes out with another song a few months after and it’s once again a literal conversation about their relationship.
The whole thing continues until ‘11 and by then there’s blog dedicated for all the clues. It’s now a long running thread, and it gets updated when there’s another clue to this massive confusing puzzle. There’s a whole subsection with names of every Party member and how they connect the two artists together. There’s freaking flow charts and pictures and family trees.
It only ends when Eddie finally posts two pictures on Twitter. The first one is taken backstage. All you can see is Steve’s back, but you will know it’s him because of his hair. He’s standing at the side of the stage, and on the stage is Eddie Munson singing. The second one is a picture of Eddie sitting in a couch as Steve looms over him, hands crossed on his chest. Eddie’s signing his own album with a smirk, while Steve glares at him. If you zoom, you can see the sign on the album saying, “To Steve. This album is for you.”
The caption says: “Me and my biggest fan. Circa 2004.”
Steve replies to the original post saying: “You’re sleeping on the couch tonight.”
Eddie deletes the post and reposts it with: “Me and my wonderful, gorgeous, talented husband. I can’t believe I am married to THE Steve Harrington.”
It’s the first time the term “break the internet” is ever used.
Turns out, they were just writing the songs to spite each other and to add fuel to the fandom fire. (In an interview, Eddie says, “It’s our foreplay.” and Steve doesn’t talk to him for a solid 30 minutes for running his mouth. It only lasts for 30 minutes because Eddie made it up to him by using his mouth for something else.)
#STARINF VERY POINTEDLY AT THAT LAST LINE#PLEASE.GO ON#but this is honestly ao fucking delicious#i cant stop readin it pver and over
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i’ve seen so many fics and threads and posts about virgin eddie who comes way too fast the first time he and steve do anything even slightly heavier than some light making out, which i LOVE — don’t get me wrong
but, consider:
virgin eddie who comes way too fast the first time he and steve do anything even slightly heavier than some light making out, who was so focused on trying (and failing) not to come too soon, who is so embarrassed in the aftermath of doing just that, that he doesn’t even realize that steve ended up beating him to the punch.
they’re on the couch in eddie’s trailer. wayne’s out so they have the whole place to themselves.
steve’s sitting with his spine pressed against the back of the couch, and he’s got a lapful of eddie. eddie’s knees are on either side of steve’s thighs, digging in high by the crease of his hip, and he’s poised above steve, holding himself up.
his arms are around steve’s neck, and steve’s are around his waist — low on his waist, as in, almost groping his ass low.
steve’s chin is tilted up and eddie’s is tilted down so their lips can meet in the middle in a heated kiss. a messy kiss. wet and hot and a little bitey at times and a lot overwhelming. steve’s mouth is something else. warm and velvety, sweet and sure. he knows how to use his tongue, and he’s not holding back with it.
eddie’s trying his hardest not to blow his load right then and there.
this is the furthest they’ve gone yet, this high intensity, borderline bump and grind makeout session — because that’s what it is. a borderline bump and grind.
in this position, eddie’s dick is caught between them, still tucked away in his pants, but trapped between his own body and steve’s abdomen. every time steve shifts, his stomach brushes against the bulge in eddie’s pants, and eddie nearly whines from how good that ghost of a touch feels. he can’t help himself when he rocks forward, just a little, just enough, desperately seeking out that delicious friction. he can feel steve below him, too. the tent in his pants just grazing eddie’s ass every time he moves.
it’s driving him insane, and eddie is seconds away from exploding.
and then — oh, oh shit. fuckingfuckfuckfuck.
eddie explodes.
far too soon. christ, steve didn’t even get a goddamned hand on him. his pants didn’t even come off — hell, the fly didn’t even get undone!
eddie breaks the kiss and buries his face into steve’s neck, breathing heavily against the soft skin there. hiding his embarrassment where steve can’t see it.
steve, for what it’s worth, doesn’t seem to notice. not at first, anyways. one of his hands slides up eddie’s back, his touch soothing, while the other stays against eddie’s hip. “shit, eddie,” steve breathes into his hair.
when eddie doesn’t say anything, doesn’t move from steve’s neck — that’s when steve notices something’s up.
“eddie?” he asks. “hey, what’s wrong?”
eddie groans. shakes his head. doesn’t move.
“eddie,” steve repeats, drawing his hand back down eddie’s back. “talk to me, come on. what is it? did i do something?”
and jesus, no. steve didn’t do anything but be his perfect, sexy, stupid self.
well. time to face the music.
with another muffled groan, eddie pulls his face from steve’s neck. it’s burning, flaming, so red that he probably matches the blanket spread over the arm of the sofa.
“i fucking— i didn’t fucking last, okay? i shot off like a god damn fucking firecracker in, like, ten seconds flat, jesus christ.”
he shoves his hands over his face then, not wanting steve to see how embarrassed he is. how fucking humiliated.
only, steve doesn’t laugh. doesn’t tease eddie. he doesn’t even try to console him, either. instead, he curls his fingers around eddie’s wrist and tugs at his hands until he can pull them away from his face. he drags one down to his own crotch. presses eddie’s palm against the front of his shorts and— oh. they’re wet. like he — like steve came in his pants too.
just as quickly as eddie.
oh.
“you know, if you made it ten seconds flat, i must’ve only made it five,” steve tells him, and the thing is — the thing is. he means it. he’s serious about it.
holy fuck.
“you—”
steve nods, before eddie can finish that thought. “yeah,” he says. “i fucking did. because of you. because you’re so fucking hot, eddie. and you were just— just moving that like, right in my lap, and that was just, fuck, way too much — in a good way. in the best way. i just— couldn’t handle it.”
steve’s cheeks are rosy, like maybe he’s a little embarrassed about it too. but that sparkle in his eye, that smile stretching that pretty mouth of his — he looks pleased. delighted, even. like coming in his pants — eddie making him come in his pants — in less than thirty fucking seconds is the highlight of his god damn day.
what really gets eddie, is that it probably is.
“you’ve got nothing to be embarrassed about,” steve promises, reading eddie without him having to even say a thing. “i like it when you ‘shoot off like a god damn firecracker’,” he echoes eddie’s words back to him. “it’s hot. it makes me feel fucking good, eddie.”
“oh,” eddie breathes. he hadn’t considered that.
“besides,” steve says, letting go of eddie’s wrist so he can snake his arm back around his waist — so he can dip his hand back down to his ass. “we’ve got plenty of time to work on your stamina.”
“yours too, apparently,” eddie shoots back, finding some of that confidence he usually carries in spades, letting a grin unfurl across his mouth.
steve barks out a laugh. “mine too,” he agrees. his hand slips into the back pocket of eddie’s jeans and cups his ass through the fabric. he gives it a squeeze and quirks an eyebrow. “race ya?”
eddie’s laugh is swallowed by steve’s mouth as he recaptures it into another searing kiss.
oh yeah, eddie thinks, nipping on steve’s bottom lip, giving his hips an experimental roll that pulls a groan out of steve, lets have some fun with this.
#MACK I LOVE U THIS IS MY FAVOURITE FUCKING THING IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD#RUNNING AROUND IN FUCKING CIRCLES
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please tell me I'm not the only one that listens to the most depressing music while writing the most filthy smut
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Steve loves Eddie's tattoos.
He loves to pin his boyfriend to the bed so that he can trace his fingers and tongue along the lines of ink; he loves how Eddie squrims and whines underneath him, his hands twisting in the sheets because he knows he's not allowed to touch without permission.
He nips at the spider tattoo on Eddie's chest and presses wet kisses to the dagger tattoo on his sternum, his tongue traces the dark lines of the snake that coils around his thigh before biting the tattoo of his own bite mark that sits on Eddie's inner thigh. Eddie did that tattoo himself; the lines are a little wonky, but it's still very clearly Steve's teeth. Steve's possessive side loves that tattoo the most. It's a subtle reminder that Eddie is his and his only.
Although, there's one tattoo that Steve will never get over. It sits right at the base of Eddie's spine and looks downright sinful when Steve fucks him from behind. It's nothing extravagant, just a bat whose wings reach the entire span of his lower back, but fuck, it does things to Steve. The second he flips Eddie onto his stomach, he's swearing and biting his lip as his thumbs dig into the tattoo above his ass.
He grips Eddie's hips tight and pulls out, ignoring the confused whine from his boyfriend. His breaths are ragged as he takes his dick into his own hand and jerks himself off until he's coming all over Eddie's fucking tramp stamp.
#im standing in the corner refusing to look anyone in the eye#steddie nsft#nsft#steve harrington#steddie#eddie munson#stranger things#steveddie
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HI WELCOME TO THE DARK SIDE I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS ABOUT THIS AHA
But specifically about greasy gamer Eddie with a piss kink who makes Steve ride him while he's gaming and makes Steve hold his bladder the entire time because it just makes the sensation of release so much more intense. Steve is practically crying because it's too much, he can't control it anymore and then yeah. He ruins Eddie's favourite minecraft sweater.
Basil is infecting me with the horny thoughts so go blame them but the idea of Eddie discovering he has a piss kink because he was having a good wank and didn't want to stop to take a piss is so funny to me
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Eddie's favourite sound is the metallic clink of his tongue piercing against Steve's nipple piercings and the whine it draws out of Steve. Sure, the sound is muffled by the shirt that is stuffed in his mouth but it gets louder and more whiney when Eddie takes one nipple between his teeth and tugs on it gently.
#walks out the door without looking at u#steddie nsft#nsft#steddie#eddie munson#steve harrington#stranger things
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which ever adult ship comes second is getting a sexy sexy sexy sexy sexy post on this acc
thinking of doing a Valentine's Day ficlet, might even write multiple.
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thinking about Eddie begging Steve to sit on his face and Steve loving the power he holds over his boyfriend as he just hovers over his face out of reach. Eddie's hands dig into Steve's thighs as he tries to force Steve down but Steve is a lot stronger than him, and Eddie's still weak and shaky from the second orgasm Steve coaxed out of him only 5 minutes ago. "Only good boys get a treat." Steve pats Eddie's cheek and mock pouts down at his desperate boyfriend. "Can you be good?" Eddie nods and tries once again to pull Steve down and because he can't resist the needy look on his face, Steve lets Eddie have his treat.
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No one touch me I am having thoughts about Steve in nothing but thigh-high stockings that are just that little bit too tight, so they squeeze his thighs. There are bruises on his thighs just above the top of the stockings in the shape of Eddie's fingers because he'd gripped them tightly all night, unable to keep his hands off his boyfriend's thick thighs. He loves the way they shake when Steve cums, loves the way they wrap tightly around his waist and he especially loves when they squeeze his head while he's sucking Steve off. He pulls back the tight fabric of the stockings and let's it snap back against Steve's thighs just to hear him whimper. God, he never wants Steve to wear anything else.
#THIS ZAPPED INTO MY BRAIN AS I WAS CLOSING MY EYES#IT IS NONSENSE#TAKE IT AND GO#nsft#eddie munson#steddie#stranger things#steveddie#steve harrington
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Eddie definitely takes Steve out to the cinema for date night but makes him sit pretty and quiet with a vibrating plug in his ass the entire movie. Every time he makes a sound, Eddie turns the vibrator up even higher. "Behave." He whispers in Steve's ear and sits back to watch the movie as Steve silently squirms in his seat.
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I've just reached 500 followers on this acc. I see you horny bitches and I love you
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Popular streamer Eddie Munson who has a big following because he's funny and does game plays. If only his followers knew that during every stream, his good little boyfriend sat beautifully on his knees the whole time with Eddie's cock in his mouth.
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