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Every inch of you is perfect
For @subeddieweek Day 2 | T | 1591 | t4t, transfem Stevie, transmasc Eddie, bathing, Mommy kink, FLUFF, established relationship | Ao3
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The sound of a whimper leads Stevie to the bathroom. The doors aren't locked, so she steps in, and finds her boyfriend submerged up to his neck in foam. She pats herself on the back for keeping track and being prepared this time. Gently, she knocks on the door to alert him of her presence.
Eddie looks up with sunken eyes.
"I hate this," he groans instead of a greeting. Stevie doesn't blame him.
"I know, baby." She steps properly inside and threads her fingers through Eddie's damp locks. She drops a soft kiss to his temple while massaging his scalp. "I got painkillers, ginger tea, and some brownies. I'll bring them in a second. Need anything else?"
"Don't go," Eddie protests.
"I'll put on the water, and I'll be right back," she promises, but stays for an extra minute to scrape her nails behind his ears. Regardless, Eddie makes a sound of protest when she tries to leave.
"Hey." Stevie's tone is gentle when she grasps his chin, more of a reminder than actual scolding. Eddie opens his eyes to let her know he's listening. "You're a big boy. You can wait for five minutes, can't you?"
"I can." Eddie nods petulantly.
"Good," Stevie squeezes his chin and leans down to give him a peck. "Do you want some music, baby?"
"I do."
Stevie pulls out her phone and finds Eddie's metal ballads playlist she has saved on her Spotify. She sets it on the windowsill to play.
"I'll be right back," she promises before stepping out. She leaves the door open so he can hear her moving around the kitchen, and he closes his eyes, knowing she'll take care of him.
He hears her come back, and yet the cold hand on his cheek startles him.
"Sorry, baby. Got you some Tylenol. Open up."
He opens his mouth without hesitation and lets her drop the pill on his tongue, followed by a glass of water pressed to his lips to wash down the medication. His hands stay under the foamy surface through the whole process.
"Perfect. You're so perfect, baby."
Despite the pain, Eddie smiles at the praise, eyes fluttering open.
"Wanna be good for you."
"You always are," Stevie reassures him, pecking him on the lips. She moves a stray piece of hair behind his ear. "Can I join you?"
Eddie makes a face.
"Uh, I don't know. The water is kind of gross."
"Nothing is gross about you, baby," Stevie reminds him gently. "We probably need to change it anyway," she muses, dipping her hand under the foam. "Yup. Can you pull the plug for me, honey?"
Reluctantly, Eddie nods.
"Good. I'll get your tea and snacks, and I'm right back."
This time Eddie doesn't protest. He's got a mission to focus on, draining the bloody water to make room for his girlfriend. He watches the foam slowly lower, settling partially on his naked body. On the meat vessel that betrayed him once again.
Stevie comes back with the stool they often used as a makeshift side table, and settles a plate of chocolates and brownies on top of it.
"Did you get Reese's?" he asks, peeking at the snacks.
"Course I did. Who do you take me for?" She raises an eyebrow, blowing at the steaming mug in her hands. It's Eddie's Lord of the Rings one, an old convention find.
"Can I?" he asks, eyes focused on the plate.
"They are for you, sweetheart, you don't have to ask."
"Thanks, Mommy."
Stevie smiles at the endearment. It's been coming more and more naturally for him to call her that, and it made her chest bloom with love and affection. Each time got her closer to proposing.
She blows at the tea some more and takes a careful sip before handing it to Eddie.
"Here. It's cool enough to drink. Don't make that face," she adds after he scrunched his nose. "I added the raspberry syrup from Robin."
He takes the mug, sniffs its contents, and takes a sip.
“It's not bad bad, I guess,” he decides. “Thank you, Mommy.”
"You're welcome, sweetie. Now let me fix that bath for us."
She reaches for the shower rod and while Eddie drinks his ginger raspberry tea, she rinses off the leftover foam before plugging the drain and letting it fill with hot water again. Eddie watches her curiously as she walks to the cabinet and reaches for the highest shelf.
"Ooh, are we doing a bath bomb?"
They had a couple stashed somewhere for their relaxing baths together. Stevie liked getting the fancy ones and Eddie liked to look the other way when he saw their prices.
Stevie hums in affirmation.
"Got a special one just for you. You're going to love it."
"Thanks, I'm already making my own bloody water."
"Cheeky, aren't we?" She looks down at him with a raised eyebrow. He bites back the bratty smile. "You'll have to wait and see." She puts the bath bomb aside and starts undressing. Eddie watches the movements of her fingers, transfixed. "Keep drinking your tea, baby," she speaks up without looking.
Eddie takes a loud sip, watching Stevie’s top fall to the floor. Her jeans follow, and he sighs, resting the hot mug against his cheek.
"So pretty."
Stevie smiles at the compliment. Her boy called her the sweetest things, and it always worked. She was proud of her looks, but his words were what made her feel truly beautiful and feminine.
"Thank you, baby. Are you done drinking?"
"Yes." He takes one last sip and shows her the empty mug.
"Good job, sunshine." She takes the mug from him and puts it away. "Do you want me behind you or on the other side?" she asks, pulling off her socks.
Eddie considers his body and asks if it wants to be touched, and what it needs.
"Wanna see you," he decides.
"Okay." Stevie nods. She ties up her hair and Eddie watches her arm muscles flex. He can't wait for his period to be over so he can get pinned down by them and thrown over her broad shoulder. He sighs at the thought, and his train of thought must be obvious because Stevie smirks when she reaches to remove her bra. Eddie loves her tits too. Being suffocated between them was his favorite thing. He loved all of his girlfriend, her curves and muscles, her breasts, and her dick. Every inch of her was perfect. And he meant every inch.
Her clothes are in a pile on the floor and so is Eddie, except he's in the bathtub, suffering. He almost forgot, but another relentless cramp helpfully reminded him.
Stevie grabs the bath bomb before stepping into the bath with him. Eddie watches the steam cling to her skin in a wet sheen and tries to distract himself from the pain with the goddess in front of him.
She sits down and water licks the tub’s edge, threatening to spill, so she quickly turns the tap off. She scoots closer until their shins cross under the water, and reaches out to gently caress her boyfriend’s leg, knee to ankle.
"Ready?" she asks, hovering the bath bomb over the surface. Eddie nods, finally tearing his gaze away from her and to her hand and the little gift. The bath bomb is big and white, innocent-looking. It could be anything.
She lowers it into the water and thick black clouds start emerging from her hand. Eddie makes an excited sound, his hand flying under the water to reach the fizzing blackness quickly filling their tub.
"Well, that's a manly bath bomb."
Stevie bursts out laughing. She drops the bomb to do its thing and reaches up for her boyfriend's face.
"You're manly," she says, finally giving him a proper kiss. "How are you doing?"
"Better now," he admits.
They watch the water fizz and bubble until the bath bomb completely dissolves. The water is inky black, except for the extra shine of silver dusting on the surface. Eddie threads his fingers through it, reveling in the thick black color of the water, letting the silver sparkles settle on his skin.
They feed each other sugary treats and exchange soft kisses until the water cools, no longer bringing relief to the aching muscles. Only then do they wash each other properly, Stevie moving behind him to massage shampoo into his scalp.
"You want dinner on nap first?" she asks softly. However, based on her boyfriend’s droopy eyes, she could probably guess herself.
"Nap," Eddie answers without hesitation.
So she wraps him up in his fluffy black towel and helps him dry off. He doesn't protest the pampering, getting conditioner rubbed into his hair, or getting it brushed. When he's about ready to go to the bedroom, Stevie lifts him without warning. He yelps, grasping her shoulders.
"I can walk myself!" Then he protests. But Stevie presses her lips to his surgery scars and walks out of the bathroom with Eddie in her arms.
"My baby boy isn't walking anywhere today."
She sets him down on the bed, where his special boxers are already waiting, and bats his hand away when he tries to reach for them. She grabs the underwear herself and holds it for him to step into.
He does so, despite the embarrassment reddening his cheeks. She slides them up his legs and lets the elastic slap against his skin. He huffs, slapping her hands away while she snickers.
"Come on, let's go to sleep."
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Dropped
for @subeddieweek, I did some of the prompts but all out of order lol. This is for the prompt "subdrop"
Dropped
rated: T
Ship: Eddie Munson/Steve Harrington
Tags: pre-relationship, subdrop, implied/referenced sex, sub Eddie Munson, Dom/sub undertones
Summary: Steve gets a call from Eddie in the middle of the night.
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🔞Overtime
My entry for @subeddieweek
Prompt | Cockwarming
I also wanted to do Sub Top Brat Eddie, but I'm not sure I'll have the time :(
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Don't talk to me about anatomy, I don't know her 😞
This was for @subeddieweek (a week later lmao)
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Whatever you want it to be - ch 5 coming soon
My @subeddieweek fic
Re-read chapter 4
Start from chapter 1
Steve’s pupils are large and fuzzy, irises more gold than hazel in the warm light of the kitchen. Intense.
Like the most delicious meal in the entire room is not on the stove behind his back, but right here in front of him. The embers slumbering in Eddie’s belly flare back alive, as if hit by a fresh draft of air. All the breath in his lungs leaves him with a shaky sigh. Steve watches his lips part around it and leans in. His breath tickles Eddie’s neck as he inhales, long and deep. Eddie lets his eyes slip shut and waits.
He isn’t sure what for, exactly.
To be scented? To be kissed senseless? To be flipped around and fucked against the the kitchen counter? All of the above?
God, he hopes it's all of the above.
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Hanging on a moment
Steddie | E | ~13k | AO3 link
Part 5 of my so unfairly neglected (7 months!! I'm so sorry baby!!) Steve Harrington's unexpected soft dom awakening series. Thanks @subeddieweek for this glorious occasion to kick my own butt and finally update.
Featuring: Porn With Plot & Feelings, Fluff and Smut, Dom/sub Play, Established Relationship, Soft Dom Steve Harrington, Sub Eddie Munson, Self-Discovery, Self Confidence Issues, Kink Discovery/Negotiation, Consensual Somnophilia, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Teasing, Orgasm Control/Edging, Light Bondage, Dirty Talk, Praise Kink, Subspace, Subdrop, Aftercare, Laughter During Sex, POV Eddie Munson
“Steve?” Eddie whimpers, reaching down almost instinctively because holy shit, he needs something, any kind of touch.
Steve’s hand catches Eddie's, threading their fingers together in a way that’s almost sweet, if it weren’t so frustrating in the moment.
“Hands above the waist, Eds.”
“What一”
“I told you there’d be consequences, didn’t I?”
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Eddie and Steve make some more interesting discoveries about things they enjoy intimately. Under his gentle dom's guidance, Eddie’s confidence grows, and he slowly learns to ask for what he wants.
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Happy @subeddieweek everyone. Who doesn’t love a bit of manhandling?
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THERE ARE GALAXIES IN YOU
Greetings @subeddieweek I bring to you my humble offering.
Rated Very E
All tags and warning are on AO3! You can read it here
Steve was a fucking lucky man. He knows this. Eddie is--
Well, Eddie is everything.
Steve has been with a lot of people. Women, men, neither--either. But no one was Eddie.
Eddie was his.
It was always a little difficult, getting Eddie to focus on him. Stop the voices running around in that pretty little head, but when Steve could actually get him to?
Eddie was easier than anyone to put down.
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a steddie fanfiction written for @subeddieweek!
“C’mon, I’ll help,” Steve encourages, taking Eddie’s hands in his own and gently pulling him down to the bed. With reverent care, Steve helps Eddie into fresh boxers and pajama pants, maneuvering him easily into a thick sweatshirt pulled over Eddie’s soaking wet hair.
Can I touch you?
Can you lift your hips for me?
Reach your arms out, I’m gonna slip this over your head, okay?
Does anything hurt? Are you hurt? Are you okay?
Every answer is Yes, all of Steve’s questions met with a silent head nod, or a quiet Yeah, or an I’m okay.
I’m okay as long as you’re here. Please don’t let go of me.
Eddie’s not sure if he says that out loud either, but Steve tugs Eddie down against his comforter regardless, the familiar scent of his own body wash and Steve’s shampoo enveloping him in plush tranquility.
He’s not supposed to take.
He’s supposed to give.
But Steve offers himself as a pillow and Eddie takes it, the idea of turning him down not even an option. Beneath Steve’s arm, Eddie rests his head in the space between his shoulder and neck, nestling into the crook and draping a loose arm over Steve’s stomach. If this is the void, if this is the ether Eddie’s heard so much about, he welcomes it with open arms. Like an astronaut, he floats, tethered to home by the feeling of Steve’s fingers against his scalp.
↳ read the rest of sugar, we're goin' down on ao3!
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At the Ren Faire (Short)
I started writing a verrry short oneshot for @subeddieweek...
Then it started becoming a not-so-short oneshot and I am not going to finish in time ><
So I'm going to instead put it up as a little short-fic-prompt-thing like most of the things I post here lol and I'll post the full oneshot when it's done
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Steve gets roped into going along with the party to the Renfaire, and Eddie insists he gets into costume if he's coming along. The whole party is dressing as characters from various campaigns.
Without any character to reference, Steve lets Eddie come up with a costume for him, and Eddie dresses him as a barbarian. Eddie has a thing for Steve and a thing for barbarians, so sue him. Steve finds Eddie pretty cute in his bard outfit as well.
The faire is more fun than Steve anticipates, and he has a good day hanging out with the party. It helps that he and Eddie are sharing some beer from Eddie's flask. Later that evening, when the kids have tuckered out a little and settle in to watch a show, Eddie disappears to use the restroom.
When he doesn't return after a while, Steve goes looking at him. He finds him squaring up to some dude. From what Steve can gather of their arguing, this seems to be an ex, and he seems to be an asshole.,
Steve tries to deescalate, but the other guy is goading and Eddie is drunk enough to be pissed off and belligerent. With it looking more and more likely that it's going to come to blows, Steve decides to take matters into his own hands. He snipes a rude word at the jerk, grabs Eddie, slings him over his shoulder, and marches out of there. The asshole takes great delight in this, yelling mocking taunts after them, and Steve fully expects Eddie to fight him, or at least to yell back. To his surprise, Eddie is completely silent.
He gets them around a large tent and sets Eddie down, intent on checking him over to make sure that he's okay. Eddie is pliant, stammering and blushing profusely.
To him, it's basically his fantasies come to life - a prince charming coming to his defense; a barbarian throwing him over his shoulder and dragging him off; his crush, gripping him by the chin and forcing him to look into his eyes... while calling his name repeatedly, getting more worried each time Eddie doesn't answer.
Too drunk for his inhibitions to kick in, and also too drunk to articulate his thoughts well, all Eddie is able to manage is how that was 'so hot'.
And then they fuck about it. Right there in the dark behind the tent. Steve has to keep his hand over Eddie's mouth the whole time because he cannot keep quiet
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“You can turn around, Steve.”
“No, it’s fine. You can just go to your room, I won’t look. Or you can stay and I’ll go,” Steve offers, still facing the door and so apologetic, “I’ll just keep my eyes closed and we’ll forget this ever happened.”
Eddie sighs, sounding defeated. “You have to open your eyes, man. You can’t get me out of these without looking.”
Steve’s curiosity makes him turn faster than he can even think.
“Get you out of what— oh.”
Handcuffs.
Eddie’s not just standing naked at the kitchen bar, he’s handcuffed to it.
Or, Steve interrupts Eddie’s hookup and comforts him through a subdrop after. That's how it starts.
Ao3 Link
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Day 1: Accidental subspace
"Open Wide"
wc: 1.5k | rated: M | tags: Sub Eddie Munson, pre relationship, oblivious Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington has a crush on Eddie Munson, none sexual subspace, aftercare
written for @subeddieweek <3
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‘So I guess I’ll say something like.. Hi! I’m Steve, I’m just assisting the dentist to check that you’re flossing correctly, nothing to worry about.’ Steve says from above Eddie, putting on a customer service smile.
Steve’s facing down at him, floss in hand. ‘Totally routine procedure?’ He asks, pursing his lips. Then he looks directly at Eddie, face smoothing out into something fond. ‘But just relax for me okay?’ He says softly, moving some hair from Eddie’s cheek.
‘Okay.’ Eddie rasps, clearing his throat. He's still not used to being this close to Steve, even after being roommates for months. Still not used to having Steve’s full attention on him, even after being proper friends for a whole year.
And now Eddie’s here, and Steve has his gloved fingers in Eddie’s mouth. Eddie never realised how intimate the dentist could be. Not until he’s laying here on Steve’s bed, head on one of Steve’s pillows, bracketed by Steve’s thighs so he can lean over Eddie. Lean over and put his gloved fingers in Eddie’s mouth.
(28 hours earlier.)
‘Eddie please.’ Steve whines, sliding his torso across the table between them. Brandishing his clasped hands and burying his head in his elbows.
It’s too early for this. Eddie hasn’t even gotten half way through his coffee and Steve is sitting here asking him things.
Asking him things when it’s so early Steve hasn’t even changed out of his glasses yet.
How is Eddie supposed to think in these conditions?
‘Huh?’ Eddie asks, because, what?
‘I have to practice and the only reason they agreed to interview me for this is job is because I have experience with kids. I’lI need to show them my bedside manner is good dude.’ Steve explains, rapid, like he’s said it before.
Eddie’s eyes narrow, eyebrows furrowing, he.. huh? ‘What’s that got to do with me Stevie?’ He asks, still totally lost and he can see down the front of Steve’s old sleep shirt.The chest hair is not helping him process.
Steve huffs, strands of hair on his forehead jumping. ‘I need to pretend you're a patent, floss your teeth and stuff. Just to get a feel for what they might get me to do when I go in.’
‘… Okay.’ Eddie says, still not fully sure what’s going on but, if it’ll help Steve, well, he honestly thinks he’d do pretty much anything.
‘Thank you thank you thank you thank you!’ Steve cheers, clapping Eddie on both shoulders and squeezing. Still leaning across the table. Eddie can see the freckles on Steve’s nose. ‘I’m buying you dinner! First dental assistant check I get, I’m taking. You. Out. Munson!’ Steve says, smile sunny and blinding and Eddie has no idea what his face is doing right now. But, if Steve keeps looking at him like that Eddie thinks he could cry. It’s early, and Steve is too pretty for his fragile constitution.
‘Good, that’s good. Now I’m going to get the teeth at the back okay?’ Steve asks, waiting for Eddie’s small nod. ‘Feel how I’m flossing both sides of the gum too? That’s how you need to do it at home, get rid of all the germs.’ And Eddie does, sort of, he feels something happening in the back of his mouth. Steve’s knuckle against his teeth, forcing them that little bit wider. Eddie’s not sure at what point his eyes slip closed but it’s not until Steve’s retracted his hand and is lightly dabbing Eddie’s chin with a tissue, that he opens them again.They feel so much heavier than before.
‘Sleepy?’ Steve murmurs, smiling down at him.
Eddie swallows and blinks slowly, brain not really processing what Steve just asked. He clears his throat. Is he tired? He slept pretty well last night so, not really. He does feel relaxed though.
Eddie blinks again, looking up at Steve. His bed backs onto the rooms little window and Steve refuses to get proper curtains for them. Instead keeping the light white lacy ones that were left from the elderly couple who lived here before. They let so much light through it would send Eddie insane, but the soft sort of shimmer that glows across Steve’s cheek and shoulders now, it’s pretty.
Steve really is so pretty. Eddie sighs, shifts deeper into the beds soft sheets. A really pretty guy, person.
Eddie knows this already, obviously. But, it feels different. Eddie thinks he’d crawl on all fours for Steve right now without even batting an eye.
Its kind of always been like that for him and pretty people though, ever willing to do anything for a bit of attention. But it’s never felt like this, never felt quite this intense.
Steve ask Eddie to open wide again, getting the other side of his teeth with the floss. Then he gently probes at each tooth’s gum with his finger. Eddie watches the curve of Steve’s eyebrow as he focuses. Eyelids so slow to blink and brain a soupy sort of fog, no thoughts up there. Just the nice feeling of his mouth being played with, Steve doing as he pleases.
The soupy floaty feeling travels down to his fingers a toes, stirs in his gut. Eddie feels like he’s getting his whole body massaged just through his teeth. Almost like he’s in a bath, or like there’s a mouth on his cock.
He makes a noise in his throat, it could honestly be a moan, but Steve’s fingers are in the way. That makes Eddie squirm. Steve’s fingers are in his mouth.
‘Almost done, you’re doing so well.’ Steve says gently.
Eddie really likes being here with Steve, letting him touch.
‘Close.’ Steve instructs finally, fingers pressed lightly into the hinge of Eddie’s jaw. ‘Good. You have nice teeth Ed.’ He murmurs.
Eddie hums happily, a little giggle bubbling out of him. He grins, showing Steve his teeth again, watching his eyebrows lift slightly. But his fingertips keep tracing Eddies jaw, following the curve of it, making goosebumps appear on Eddie’s arms.
‘M’gonna go get you some water okay? And a snack. You okay waiting here for me, for just a sec?’ Steve asks softly, now tracing the shape of Eddie’s lips.
Eddie thinks it’s okay, Steve’s bed has always been the most comfortable. He has the nicest sheets. Eddie nods.
Steve slides his legs out from under the pillow, padding out of the room, taking off his gloves and Eddie hears the fridge open.
Its colder without Steve here. Weird. He misses Steve. Wants him to come back. Maybe Eddie does feel kinda of strange actually, he wants Steve back touching his jaw. He feels so cold, like his chest is caving in.
‘Steve?’ He calls trying to sit up but his body isn’t cooperating. His mind not able to think through the fuzz. His hands trembling a little.
Steve comes back in, holding water and a granola bar. ‘Hey, hey Eddie I’m here. You’re okay.’ And sits down close, wrapping Eddie up in his arms.
‘Feel weird.’ Eddie mumbles, gripped Steve’s shoulders tight and fisting his soft t-shirt.
‘S’okay, let’s go sit on the couch yeah? Watch a movie.’ Steve says gently, rocking Eddie a little. He should maybe be embarrassed but it feels so much better to have Steve close that he doesn’t care. Doesn’t want Steve to go far again.
Eddie nods and stands up, making sure to keep hold of Steve’s arm, hugging it close as he leads them into the living room and onto their worn sofa.
Steve lays down first and pulls Eddie by their still linked fingers to settle between his thighs, Eddie’s face in Steve’s neck until he’s ready to come out. Making him take sips of water every few minutes, sharing bites of granola bar and stroking Eddie’s hair.
Eddie drifts, almost to sleep, he’s so comfortable and calm, wrapped up in Steve. The sound of baseball coming softly from the tv.
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‘Hey! I’m home!’ Robin shouts from the front door, dropping her stuff and shuffling through. She stops dead once she sees them cuddles up on the couch. Eddie between Steve and the sofa, head now resting on his chest so he can see the tv too. Steve is channel hopping but stops to look at her. Eddie’s not really sure what to do, he definitely doesn’t want to move but, she’s looking at them really weird.
But Robin is focused on Steve, eyebrows moving, not talking. Eddie edges around to see Steve doing the same thing.
‘Happy for you.’ She finally huffs, stomping off to the kitchen. But Eddie hears her mumbling under her breath.
‘Only Steve fucking Harrington could get a guy with a dentist shtick, Jesus christ.’
‘Huh?’ Eddie asks Steve, really not sure what’s going on.
‘Nothin’ we’ll talk about it tomorrow, when you’re less foggy.’ Steve says softly, kissing Eddie on the forehead and pulling him back into his chest.
Tomorrow. Yeah, that sounds good, Eddie really doesn’t want to move.
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Tag List: @pearynice @xxfiction-is-my-realityxx @scoops-aboy86 @chickensinrainboots @cheesedoctor @marvel-ous-m @finntheehumaneater
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be cool, munson. be cool.
drawn for @subeddieweek day one: manhandling🖤
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Fruit of love (play on)
Day 1 of sub Eddie week!🎹❤️
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson
Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Established Relationship, Music as a love language, Sub Eddie Munson, Hand and Finger Kink, accidental subspace (just a nibble but it’s there), Praise Kink, Fingering, Blowjobs, Coming Untouched, improper use of a piano bench, Manhandling
Summary: The first time Steve sent Eddie into subspace years ago it had been a total accident. They’d both freaked out a little about how easy it had been—Steve negatively and Eddie excitedly—and Steve made it his mission to be more careful with his words after that. But it’s hard to be careful sometimes when he loves him so much and he wants Eddie to know how proud Steve is of him all the time.
Or: the piano-playing Steve we've all been waiting for.
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Sub Eddie Week 2024 Masterlist
🦷 Day 1: Accidental subspace: "Open Wide" | Ao3
wc: 1.5k | rated: M | tags: Sub Eddie Munson, pre relationship, oblivious Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington has a crush on Eddie Munson, non-sexual subspace, aftercare
🍰 Day 2: Cockwarming: "Puppy" | Ao3
wc: 1.5k | rated: E | tags: Sub Eddie Munson, established relationship, collar & leash, chubby Steve Harrington, thigh humping, food during sex, fingering
🦇 Day 3: 24/7 dynamic: "Angel" | Ao3
wc: 1.5k | rated: M | tags: Sub Eddie Munson, established relationship, kas!eddie, blood drinking, handjob
📸 Day 4: Edging: "Bi Freak" | Ao3
wc: 3.5 | rated: E | tags: Sub Eddie Munson, established relationship, bisexual Eddie Munson & Steve Harrington, mean dom Steve Harrington (kinda), degradation, sub top Eddie
🎸 Day 5: Possessive Steve: "Rockstar" | Ao3
wc: 1.7k | rated: E | tags: Sub Eddie Munson, established relationship, blowjobs, mention of exhibitionism
💝 Day 6: Bondage: "Like it" | Ao3
wc: 1.9k | rated: E | tags: Sub Eddie Munson, established relationship, rimming, pleasure dom Steve Harrington, chubby Eddie Munson, feederism kinks, public foreplay, humiliation kink
❤️🩹 Day 7: Daddy Steve: "Softly" | Ao3
wc: | rated: E | tags: Sub Eddie Munson, established relationship, soft dom Steve Harrington, anal sex, crying, pet names, Eddie Munson needs a hug
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Silly goofy Eddie doodle… he’s lost in the sauce
Listen I can’t contribute hot nsfw art for @subeddieweek but I can provide a comedic take of lil mitten hands Eddie in subspace
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Written for @subeddieweek, day one.
I'm Only One Man
Prompt: Manhandling | Word Count: 2214 | Rating: E | CW: Light DubCon Kink Play | Tags: Manhandling, Fake First Time Scene, Established Relationship, Light Praise Kink, Unprotected Sex, Soft!Dom Steve, Bratty!Sub Eddie, Boys in Love
"Well, come on then, if you think you're man enough, big boy," Eddie says, sarcastic and snarky, and he has a brief flash of regret the moment it leaves his lips. Because Steve's eyes darken, indicating the sudden arrival of a brand new storm brewing on the horizon.
It's intense, and enticing.
Eddie wants that, he's always wanted that, and now Steve Harrington is toe-to-toe with him, looking like he just might give it to him.
Jesus H. Christ.
Eddie's cock throbs in his jeans at the prospect of Steve taking charge of him, and he wants.
"What'd you say?" Steve asks, low and pointed.
Eddie wants to get on his knees, right here in his own backyard, but he's too belligerent to let himself do it. Always fighting against what he wants most. Eddie wants to kneel before Zod, but he won't, so he pushes back even harder against it. Always his own worst enemy.
If Steve thinks he can tame him, Eddie'll damn well enjoy watching him try.
"You heard me," Eddie answers, trying to sound more blasé than he feels.
Eddie knows Steve's definitely man enough, and the way Steve's hand shoots out, snatching Eddie's wrist, verifies it. The bolt of lightning that shimmers and sizzles down Eddie's spine, sends an intense wave of want pooling in his groin. A rush of endorphins all through his brain, screaming right, right, right, do it, do it, do it.
He lets out an involuntary noise, from deep in his throat.
"Want to try that again?" Steve asks, slow and steady, eyes locked on Eddie’s. Unwavering. Challenging.
Eddie does.
"I said, if you think you're man enough, big boy," Eddie repeats, firm, defiant. Pitching his voice even lower than it already is, because he's not about to back down from a challenge. Especially not when he's getting exactly what he wants.
"Okay," Steve says, squeezing his wrist, and it's the only warning Eddie gets before Steve has twisted his arm behind him, turning him around, frog marching him across the yard. Steve's knee pressed into Eddie's ass, while still pinning his arm behind his back. Making it hard for Eddie to walk normally.
Eddie doesn't care, he's happy to shuffle along like a fool, right up until Steve gets him to the first step leading up to the back porch. Then he stops.
"Up," Steve demands.
Eddie isn't going up. He doesn't budge.
"Fine," Steve says, spinning him, and Eddie doesn't even have time to react before he's slung over Steve's shoulder, dangling.
"Fucking hell, Harrington," Eddie says, as Steve climbs the steps with ease, as if he's not even struggling to manhandle and carry Eddie into the house like he weighs nothing, like this is no challenge, or hardship.
Eddie likes it. Eddie really likes it.
And his dick likes it more than he does, even, and he's sure Steve can feel it poking him in the collar bone, but he says nothing to indicate that. So Eddie grinds down, as best he can. Leaning into it. He might not be able to take Steve on physically, but he can damn sure make Steve uncomfortable.
So, Eddie dangles, pressing his crotch into Steve's chest as Steve stomps through the back door, through the kitchen, and Eddie's sure he's about to get dumped on the couch unceremoniously.
He isn't.
Steve goes right on through the living room, and walks to the far end of the hall, kicking open the already ajar door to Eddie's bedroom.
The bed is a mess, because Eddie never makes it, and Steve tosses him onto it, hard. Eddie bounces on his knees, before the momentum has him tumbling forward, unable to catch himself before he's facedown and prone in the pooled sheets. It wasn't graceful, and certainly not very sexy, but he doesn't give a fuck.
It was hot.
He wants to ask Steve to do it again.
And Eddie looks back over his shoulder, expecting to see Steve's back as he leaves.
Steve's not leaving. Holy shit.
Instead, Steve's pulling his belt out of his belt loops, and Eddie flushes hot. Is Steve gonna spank him with his belt? God, Eddie hopes so. But, no, Steve's moved on. Belt thrown to the ground, and now he's popping open the button on his jeans, and sliding down the zipper.
Eddie feels like he can hear every metal tooth slide and grind as it goes down, even from halfway across the room.
And Eddie's dick throbs between his legs, begging to be released from the confines of his underwear, his jeans. They're too tight, and he needs to be freed of them.
He reaches a hand towards his cock, but Steve's voice rings out, sharp and firm, "No."
Eddie whines, but puts his hand back flat on the mattress, and then lays his head down, yielding. He feels the rush of warmth spreading through him as he does. He can be good. He wants to be good.
He watches, face pressed to the sheets, as Steve shoves his jeans down, underwear going with them, and then he pulls his shirt over his head in one smooth motion. He's naked, totally, and Eddie's just facedown on his bed, fully dressed, cock so hard he could hammer nails, staring, like a horny, dumbstruck fool.
Steve's cock is big, even soft, and looks beautiful hanging heavy between his thighs. Dark thatch of hair doing nothing to hide what he has to offer, and Eddie is so fucking turned on by Steve's blatant display of control.
Over his own body.
Over Eddie.
And Eddie feels floaty, and boneless, just watching. Taking it all in.
He really wants to take it all in.
But he's a little surprised when Steve reaches for him, and forces him over onto his back, working to pull off Eddie's shoes. Throwing them over his shoulders, sneakers hitting the ground, bouncing away. His socks follow. Then Steve's yanking, tugging, bullying Eddie's jeans off his legs and Eddie just lays there, letting him do whatever he wants.
He's just along for the ride. The nice, nice ride.
At least Eddie's getting some friction on his dick, as Steve struggles to undress him.
Once his legs are free of his jeans, he allows Steve to yank on his boxers, taking them, too.
Eddie's naked from the waist down, still in his shirt and leather jacket, and Steve doesn't seem to care. Just grabs a fist full of his shirt, and yanks him upright, until he's seated.
"You think you can do anything about this?" Steve asks, his soft dick laying against his own large palm. Presenting it to Eddie, as if he's showing Eddie what he is, or isn't, doing for him. Where he's failing. And Eddie wants to do better. Can. Will.
Eddie nods, and opens his mouth.
Steve feeds his soft cock into Eddie's waiting mouth, using one hand to press it against Eddie's tongue, the other gripping the back of Eddie's head, holding him in place. Making him bob his head at the speed Steve wants.
Eddie can feel Steve harden, grow, against his tongue, and he reaches for his own dick and Steve abruptly pulls out of his mouth. Eddie doesn't have time to complain, because Steve flips him back over like it's nothing, no effort at all, and forces Eddie up onto his knees. Slapping him on the thigh, a warning to stay still where he's been arranged.
The contact rattles around in his brain, leaving a loud reverberating echo, and Eddie stays still.
Steve dips off the bed, and Eddie hears him rummaging around the room. Digging through the nightstand, tossing all of Eddie's shit onto the ground, including his dirty magazines. Eddie hears them fluttering in the air before thudding onto the carpet. One by one.
"You're a fucking mess," Steve says, and Eddie nods. He's a mess. He is.
Steve must find what he wants, because he pushes him down onto his belly, flat, holding him there, trapping his dick against the bed. Eddie likes this, really likes this, and wants more of it. All of it. He wants Steve to do anything he wants to him, with him. He wants to give, and he wants Steve to take. Eddie grinds down into the bed at the thought.
"Didn't you hear me? I said no."
Eddie heard him. He did. He forgot, he feels too good.
He hears the familiar snick of his K-Y being opened, and then he feels the blunt head of Steve hard cock pressing right against his hole.
"You have to-"
"What do I have to do?" Steve interrupts, then pushes all the way in, with one long, sure stroke.
It's an easy slide, Eddie was ready, well prepped, Steve made sure of it earlier. But it still makes him cry out, pushing all of his goddamn buttons.
Steve would never, not really, his limits are hard, and causing Eddie real pain isn't ever going to be on the table.
But Steve thrusts once, twice, and it's overwhelming in the best way. Going from empty to filled completely, all at once. It jars all of Eddie's nerve endings wide-awake, alight with the sensations spreading through his whole body.
And he moans.
Steve grabs both of his shoulders and holds him down into the mattress as he fucks into him, and Eddie is just along for the ride.
His dick brushing against the bed with every hard thrust. It's too much, and somehow still not enough. If he could just slide a hand-
"Don't even think about it," Steve says, like he can read his mind.
Eddie laughs, because he didn't expect it, and that makes Steve laugh, too.
It's contagious.
He didn't move an inch, so he has no idea how Steve knew what he was about to try. Steve just knows him that well, Eddie is sure of it. And that makes him feel indescribably happy.
Steve leans down, brushing Eddie's hair back off of his face, his neck, pressing his lips there.
It's soft, and not supposed to be part of this today.
But Eddie smiles.
It's just Steve, slipping through the cracks of any given scene they try. He always does. It's part of his charm.
"I love you," Steve says, "every inch of you."
"Even the belligerent parts?" Eddie asks, side of his face still pressed to the sheets.
"Especially those," Steve says, and Eddie grins.
The wheels have started to fall off this, as they so often do.
"I thought you were gonna make me behave?" Eddie asks, worming his hand under himself, arching his ass upwards, taking Steve with him, still in him, as he wraps his hand around his own dick, stroking himself roughly, finally getting some relief.
"Impossible, I'm only one man," Steve says, and Eddie smiles, until Steve gives a particularly hard thrust and Eddie huffs out a whine, being pushed further into the mess of sheets. Harder into his own hand.
They could finish like this, but-
"More or…?" Steve asks, and Eddie doesn't hesitate.
"More," he answers. He wants Steve to fall back into the scene, if at all possible.
It must be, because Steve reaches for Eddie's elbow, roughly forcing him to let go of his cock. Manhandling his arm back to the bed.
Getting right back to it, just as Eddie asked.
So, Eddie slips fully back into that headspace, too, whining about it, as if it wasn't everything he'd asked for.
Steve slams his hips into Eddie's ass, cock reaching all the places Eddie'd only dreamed about before Steve came along and changed his whole world. The head of his cock, catching, dragging along his prostate with each deliberate stroke.
And when Steve finally comes, deep inside him, Eddie knows he did good.
Steve carefully pulls out, and rubs his palm over Eddie's ass, soothing him, before gently rolling Eddie over onto his back.
"You did so good," Steve tells him, and Eddie feels so warm and happy, "you made me feel so good."
Eddie closes his eyes, and smiles.
"Can I make you feel good now?" Steve asks, rubbing his thighs, and Eddie knows this is his signal to start letting go. To slip back into himself, slowly, but steadily.
"Please," Eddie answers, and Steve gently removes his leather jacket, laying it over the chair at his desk, and then pulls his t-shirt over his head, careful not to tug on his hair. Then Steve slides down his body, taking his cock into his mouth, working him, tongue and lips and throat. All working together, and it doesn't take long. Eddie's been too close to the edge since they were in the backyard, and he comes against Steve's tongue, sagging with the relief of it.
Steve swallows, and crawls up the bed, cuddling up against him. Petting his hair, anchoring his strong leg over Eddie's thighs. Eddie's fingertips skate across his skin, feeling his rough leg hair under his fingers, tracing the map of moles that Eddie is well acquainted with.
He's slowly coming down, coming back into himself, and soon he'll be back on solid ground.
Steve always takes care of him, his needs.
"You good?" Steve asks.
And Eddie smiles.
He's so good.
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