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E | Steddie| Rockstar Eddie, Actor Steve, fast burn lust slow burn romance
Summary:
citrus and cinnamon
written for ‘scenting’ | wc: 459 # | rated: g | cw: no archive warnings apply | tags: alpha!steve, beta!eddie, established relationship, fluff
Eddie wasn’t used to the whole scenting thing. Steve knew that.
Both Eddie and Wayne were betas, basically neutral to most of the ups and downs of secondary designations. Eddie had mentioned once—in passing in the way that meant Steve was not to ask more on the subject—that his parents had been alpha and omega.
But Eddie had gone to live to Wayne when he was just a kid, so Steve could only guess that meant Eddie either didn’t remember or never had the experience of being wrapped in blanket seeped in with a comforting scent after a nightmare. Of catching the scent of your person, your mate, just before you saw them. And knowing that anyone else wouldn’t just smell Eddie, but them together.
He was a good sport about it. Let Steve shove his nose into his throat or drape himself over Eddie’s back to mix their scents together. Didn’t complain when Steve passed along clothes for him to wear, especially closer to his ruts.
And now when he caught Steve casting longing glances at a sweatshirt or t-shirt, he handed it over with a soft laugh.
On a good day, Eddie could make out Steve’s scent—what he said smelled like petrichor (whatever that was) and forest pine. When Steve was fresh out of the shower or deep in the throes of his rut.
For Eddie, it was a special treat. Something he otherwise normally went without, and didn’t mind that fact. But for Steve…Eddie’s scent was a constant. He permeated everything, everywhere, that he went.
Steve carried Eddie with him, in his clothes and his memory. They hadn’t mated yet, Eddie’s neck still bare of Steve’s bite. For now, when he needed to feel calm and right, he needed only to reach for whatever he’d borrowed from Eddie and breathe in.
Citrus. And cinnamon. Warm—like mulled wine during a cold winter.
Scent mostly smelled the same whether they were on an object or from the source.
Maybe Steve was reading into it too much. No one he’d dated before had indulged him quite so much when it came to his scenting tendencies, even for an alpha.
But when he had Eddie in his arms, resting against his chest where Steve could press his nose to his wild curls, there was something else about his scent. Something that never transferred over to the clothes Eddie gave him.
It smelled of…content.
Of how Eddie traced his fingers over Steve’s arms, talking softly sometimes, but mostly quiet. Eddie was never quiet, except for then.
Of how Eddie pressed his ear to Steve’s chest to hear his heartbeat.
Eddie had never done the whole scenting thing.
But that didn’t mean there was nothing about Steve he cherished just as much.
a knot problem
written for ‘alpha/alpha’ | wc: 2,519 # | rated: e | cw: no archive warnings apply | tags: alpha!steve, alpha!eddie, past stommy, knotting sex, alternate first meeting
It was a secret he needed to keep hidden.
That Steve Harrington liked hanging off a knot.
It had happened by accident the first time. Not the fucking part—he and Tommy got horny when they smoked and handjobs had escalated to blowjobs, and then escalated again to lazy fucking in Steve’s bed.
Steve didn’t mind bottoming for Tommy, even if they were both alphas—and honestly, probably should have been his first clue—since Tommy still wanted to maintain every public image that he was straight while he and Carol were currently off.
When it happened, Tommy had Steve pressed face down into the bed, thrusting into him from behind. Steve had his face shoved into a pillow to muffle his moan, since Tommy didn’t want to hear them, and had otherwise let himself fall deeper into the feeling of Tommy’s dick hitting his prostate. Par for the course.
He hadn’t been paying attention. And all Tommy cared about was getting off.
Reblogged unclewaynemunson
Soft evenings
Reblogged importanttimemachinenerd
Remembering the person who, knowing that I'm nonbinary, told me that I need to carry a moonstone with me at all times because it balances the male and female energies and when I tried to redirect the conversation by telling them that I prefer labradorite when it comes to feldspar they seemed confused and I had to explain gemstone classifications outside of their metaphysical meanings.
They also got kinda mad when I said I wasn't into crystal healing. Like... not their words, but definitely a sense of like 'how can you be a spiritual/witchy person and not believe in crystals?'
It's like... yeah I believe that stones can do stuff, but I think I get more mileage woo-wise out of the brick dust I stole from a former burlesque house than I do from a random crystal. And it's not saying that they don't work, though I remain skeptical of how their correspondences are assigned, just that I don't typically USE them.
Oh you're a homemade witch not store bought
Why pay for tourmaline when you got perfectly good dirt at home?
Always saw myself as more of an Ogg.
Me: oh yes, I have Crystals for Healing, Crystals for Energy, many fine Magic Crystals!
Pinterest Witch: Crystals for Energy please!
Me: here you go! 😁
Pinterest Witch: Wait. is this… Sugar?
Me: yup!
fly too close
written for ‘collaring’ | wc: 3,702 # | rated: m | cw: under-negotiation of kink | tags: alpha!steve, beta!eddie, collaring, designation discussion, eddie tries something new he doesn’t like, but is too stubborn to say so
For most of his life after presenting, he’d considered the whole thing kind of ambivalently. It was a thing that happened, and it didn’t involve him. He didn’t actively decide against it; he was just unsure that he would ever have a partner where it might actually matter.
A partner who might want him to…wear a collar.
Nobody used to do it, when their parents were growing up. Not with betas. Strictly an alpha and omega only scenario—because they were all special and shit. Not that everybody was all gung-ho for it now, but the most you’d get was a dirty look or some whispering.
The girl at the shop hadn’t seemed to care about his designation the previous weekend. She wore a collar herself, just a simple, black leather thing with shiny studded jewels around the middle.
Eddie couldn’t smell scents for shit if the person wasn’t in heat or rut, so for all he knew she was a beta like him, wearing the collar for marketing reasons and to make customers more comfortable.
It hadn’t had that effect on Eddie, as he stumbled through questions about fabrics and decoration. Whether he should consider one with those metal loops coming off it to hook a finger into or a leash. How much extra getting an engraving would cost. She talked him away from that one, considering this was his first go round with the whole collaring situation.
He’d bought a knotting dildo with more chill than this, Jesus Christ.
save a horse
written for ‘ride’ | wc: 453 # | rated: t | cw: no archive warnings apply | tags: canon era, cowboy!steve, pre-relationship, confident steve flirts successfully, eddie does not (or so he thinks)
Eddie had no clue why the hell Henderson dragged him to the county fair in the middle of July, when outside was like the surface of the sun and all there was to eat was fried food fried again just for fun.
Eddie’s wardrobe consisted of mainly black. He was going to die out here.
And the people. Constricting crowds with no rhyme or reason as to direction and too many dissonant conversations. The only reason Eddie was getting anywhere was the force of Dustin’s path straight through and the kid’s death drip on his wrist.
“Doesn’t Steve usually drive you around?” Eddie complained over the noise. Harrington’s babysitter sensibilities would be perfect for a place like this.
Dustin turned over his shoulder enough for Eddie to hear him. “That’s why we’re here. And we’re late, c’mon!”
That wasn’t really an answer, but Eddie didn’t have a chance to bitch because Dustin took off running—which meant Eddie took off running—through the crowd toward the back end of the fair and a large set up metal-fenced areas and a towering stand of seats.
“Steve!” Dustin shouted, frantically waving his free hand while he stumbled to a stop at the metal fence barrier. Eddie stared through the bars at the arena, where horses and riders circled through equipment Eddie had no chance of understanding.
“Steve’s summer job is at the rodeo?”
“Yup, got my own lasso and everything,” Steve’s voice said, emerging from nowhere and making Eddie jump. Dustin hopped excitedly at the sight of Steve sat high up on a chestnut horse, midday sun shining behind him.
He immediately went into a thousand questions about Steve’s new job.
Eddie stared.
He already knew about Steve’s penchant for tight jeans. But now that was all he could see, with Steve’s legs bent at the horse’s sides and the curve of his butt settled nicely in the saddle…
Steve sidled the horse closer, and bent forward toward Eddie. “Scared of a few horses, Eds?”
“No,” Eddie said, struggling more now at the sight of Steve’s hair, curled at the ends with sweat, sticking out of a crisp black Stetson. He reached up and plucked Steve’s hat off his head, planting it on his own. “This just looks ridiculous on you.”
It didn’t.
Beside him, Dustin gawked. Steve just cocked his head, a dangerous gleam in his eye.
“You know what they say about taking a cowboy’s hat, don’t you?”
Eddie shook his head.
He had no chance of stopping Steve from swiftly snatching his hat back and settling it in place. He clicked his tongue and nudged his horse the other direction, giving Eddie a blatant wink.
“Save a horse, ride a cowboy, Munson.”
Well, fuck.
2025 Fanfic Reading Challenge: February
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Steve Harrington: Accidental Dominant by Stevieshrodinger | Steddie | E | eddie being self-destructive, steve helps, and then has a sexuality crisis, angst with a happy ending
Minor Fall, Major Lift by tackytiger | Drarry | E | ministry employees Harry and Draco, inspired by tarot, dreamwalking, rivals to lovers
paper faces on parade
written for ‘"masquerade" (amnesty period) and "party" for my bingo square | wc: 441 | merlin x arthur pendragon | rated: g | cw: non archive warnings apply | tags: established relationship, court sorcerer merlin, protective arthur, arthur loses merlin at a party and definitely does not lose his shit
Arthur couldn’t find Merlin.
Not that strange—there were quite a few people in the throne room for the celebration of Wessex and Camelot’s peace accord and the following three days and nights of banquets and parties.
But it was not his throne room and not his castle, and he’d prefer if Merlin stayed at his side.
He does happen to be Arthur’s Court Sorcerer, as much as he despises the formality and the fancier clothing. He no longer has the position to go off galivanting through the halls, finding trouble.
They should not have agreed to stay this last night and leave in the morning.
Arthur’s never even liked masquerades.
The masks are confoundingly irritating, and no respectable knight could bear to stand in a room with no many people they couldn’t identify at a glance. Not that he had his sword, either.
Since they were at peace, and all that.
Merlin had found the idea great fun, however. After years of standing against the wall or serving Arthur at the head table had meant he had only ever witnessed these kinds of parties—never participated.
All Arthur had asked was that he stay in sight.
He gets distracted by one congratulatory handshake from one of King Elra’s council men, and then he’s without Merlin’s company at his side in this ridiculous crowd.
Finding a simple blue mask amongst all the ones bedecked with feathers and gems and ribbons was proving quite impossible. Arthur knew he should have made Merlin wear some sort of large hat with it, but old animosity regarding a certain feathered cap had nixed that immediately.
After this, he was going to try very hard to convince Merlin to leave at once. He did not want to dance, or be merry, or do anything but recover from two hard-fought days of negotiations and then lingering fear through the next three days that it would all fall to pieces if he relaxed.
There hadn’t been much time for time with Merlin through all of it. Sure, he was part of Arthur’s council—but that wasn’t the main reason he’d brought him along.
So, maybe one dance. If Merlin really wanted to.
Arthur slid past a group of courtiers, making his way toward the entry of the grand hall. He was sweating under his mask—a red thing with gold thread—and desperately wanted to take it off. He could hardly see through the tiny eye slits, anyway.
A hand grabbed onto his forearm, and Arthur whirled to face the owner.
Two eyes, swirling with gold, stared at him through a blue mask.
“Found you,” Merlin said, his lips curving into a smile.
what do you want?
written for ‘incubus’ | wc: 2388 # | rated: m | cw: no archive warnings apply | tags: incubus eddie munson, human steve harrington, friends with benefits to more, emotional hurt/comfort, touch-starved steve harrington
Sex with Steve Harrington fed the deepest parts of Eddie’s nature. More than years of hookups in bars and bathrooms, and ratty hotels had ever managed.
He’d survived that way.
As a kid, his mother’s paternal affection had been more than enough. The first kind of love that an incubus needed, to shore up the reserves and teach him how to feed safely. There weren’t many like him and his mother left. And when she had died and Eddie had gone to Wayne, he hadn’t known what to do.
Luckily, Wayne loved him enough anyway that Eddie had still thrived until puberty…when his needs changed. Sure, regular affection still helped, but sexual energy was like nothing else.
The difference between trudging through on the ground and truly soaring.
And even better, it took less of it to get what he needed. Less time, less effort in the sense that Eddie could feed off everything that Steve gave—whether it was his fingers, his tongue, his dick. Or the soft smile he pressed to Eddie’s shoulder in the mornings with his hands running over his ribs.
A Morning Coffee Kind of Question
steddie | rated: t | cw: no archive warnings apply | tags: pre-season four, getting together, strangers to lovers, fluff with dash of angst
The bed was too comfortable.
Which was kind of fucked up if he were to look too closely at it. But even all the blankets he could muster and that Wayne could spare were only so much against a mattress with two broken springs and a near-permanent indent from a previous owner and himself.
The mattress he was currently on wasn’t anything like his. He hardly sunk into it, and (as far as he could tell) he was only under one blanket and still warm. This time of year, he’d need at least a comforter and two thinner blankets to ward off the cold in the trailer.
So, while not surprised to find he actually wasn’t in his own bed, there was enough surprise in the fact of whose bed he was in to have him sitting straight up, scowling at the room around him.
All in all, the bedroom was relatively plain. The walls a kind of color you kept so that the house would sell well without repainting, wooden furniture with little to nothing on them except the odd magazine or a trophy. Even the walls were devoid of posters of bikini girls or hotrod cars, no collection of random polaroids stuck up with some care to remember a memory.
Steve’s bedroom hardly felt like more than a set piece.
As though it had been designed before he ever arrived and he wasn’t allowed—or didn’t care—to make it his own.
The only item that had any personality wasn’t even his. It was Eddie’s.
Do What You Can
written for ‘rose’ wc: 367 # | rated: t | cw: no archive warnings apply | tags: secret relationship, steve being sweet, and nervous, gift giving, steve's POV for once in this series
Steve has no idea what he’s doing.
Well, he knows what he’s doing, like, physically. He’s using the locker combination he snuck out of the front office to unlock Eddie’s locker and leave a rose before the bell rings for the end of class.
So, really, he’s panicking.
If he was a better secret-sort of-boyfriend, he would give it to Eddie in person. In private, like they have to do everything else.
But fucking Tommy gets to give Carol flowers and chocolates in the hallway, and this is the best Steve can do.
So he opens Eddie’s locker and takes the fresh rose out of his backpack, unwrapping it from silk scarf of his mother’s to place it carefully amongst the chaos of Eddie’s locker.
He bites at his lower lip and then shuts the door, turning to leave.
2025 Fanfic Reading Challenge: January
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Fics Read:
wishing to be the friction by ipretendtobesane | Buddie | E | slow burn, friends with benefits, pining, porn with plot
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Unusual Weather by novembersmith | Stucky | E | established relationship, replacing bucky's metal arm, special asguardian painkillers, bucky's a sweet talker, mild exhibitionism
Pretty Little Wolf by FrenchKey | The Wolves/Aiden | E | nonbinary lambert and geralt, winter at kaer morhen, plot what plot, heavy bdsm elements with aftercare, lambert focused
a new curriculum
written for ‘new’ wc: 517 # | rated: e | cw: no archive warnings apply | tags: established relationship, light bondage, use of d&d dice during sex, eddie "the tease" munson
“C’mon baby, I know you know this one,” Eddie teased from his perch on Steve’s lap. Between two fingers, he held one of his dice where Steve could see.
Steve wasn’t allowed to touch, his hands tied with a scarf to their headboard. Just look, from a good enough distance to recognize.
Steve was naked. Eddie wasn’t.
“D12?” Steve answered hesitantly, scrunching up his nose.
Steve had gotten two right so far, although the triangular D4 was kind of a gimme. Eddie had rewarded him with a hickey and a handjob until Steve nearly came for them—but he hadn’t told Steve in any detail what would happen when he got one wrong.
When, because Steve had only just started to show an interest in D&D—if that happened around the same time Eddie enticed him with sex for learning types of dice and spells, then that was just a coincidence. Really.
Eddie had started Steve’s education only a week ago.
Today was his first pop quiz.
Steddie Holiday Drabbles Masterlist 2024 (pt. 4)
by me (paceprompting)
spontaneous post-season four, pre-relationship, charged situation, tattoo artist!eddie, pining steve
tooth and claw fantasy!au, red riding hood (if you squint), human eddie, werewolf steve, first transformation, established relationship
a ballad in translation 90s era steddie, established relationship, singer eddie, deaf steve, domestic fluff
Countdown to '86 pre-season four, getting together, steve has a crush on eddie, eddie finally gets a clue
Steddie Holiday Drabbles Masterlist 2024 (pt. 3)
by me (paceprompting)
pine needles post season 4, established relationship, fluff, silly sex
an alpha's nest post season 4, established relationship, alpha steve, beta eddie, steve's rut, knotting, mating sex
on vacation no upside down au, alternate meeting, vacationing steve, coat boy eddie, meet cute
the gingerbread incident post season 4, established relationship, cute fluff, eddie's chaos baking
An Unexpected Gift pre-season four, pre-relationship, fluff, steve has a crush on eddie, and flirts with him, eddie has no clue
getting up to mischief no upside down au, strangers to lovers, vacationing steve, coat boy eddie, smoking together
cinnamon buns post season four, pre-relationship, fluff, steve has a crush on eddie, and vice versa, first christmas together
Steddie Holiday Drabbles Masterlist 2024 (pt. 2)
by me (paceprompting)
almost there established relationship, alpha steve harrington, beta eddie munson, mention of steve's rut
We'll Meet Again pre-season four, pre-relationship, fluff, flirting, oblivious eddie munson, steve has a crush on eddie
it's raining plastic santas...i mean, men secret relationship, sweet fluff, Hopper's cabin, Christmas decorating with the kiddos
what do stars do? stardust au, alternate first meeting, mention of stancy (goes nowhere), human steve harrington, fallen star eddie munson, light angst
ugly christmas sweaters canon era, post season four, some pining, steve harrington's subpar parents, eddie being a good friend for steve
finding stars future au (early 2000s), parents steve and eddie, domestic fluff, married (if they could be) steddie
ornament of christmas past pre-canon era & post season 4, toddler steve and eddie, gift-giving, cute shenanigans