#Eddie specifically waited until Steve was in a deep sleep to wake him up because he was more likely to say yes

[morganbritton132]

Eddie posts a Tiktok where he’s just explaining that TikTok trend where someone’s like ‘we’re (blank), of course blah blah blah’ to Steve. He’s like, “Wanna do one of those with me?”

Steve, who was just woken up from a nap so Eddie could explain this to him, is like, “Eddie…please, I cannot hear you if I don’t have my glasses on. Do not talk to me right now.”

[heard-nsfw-is-back]

I usually prefer a daddy steddie

or alternatively: I usually prefer a daddy, I guess I'll settle for a dungeon master

Cw: one sentence makes Steve thinks he's being slut shamed (he's not), talk about trauma, 👁hanky code👁

Steve has ISSUES. Nothing about him is normal. No matter what he does trauma infects his life like a song stuck in his head. From closing doors too hard, to avoiding spots on the floor and stairs like a twisted ballet, to how he needs sex.

He needs it slow and demanding. Needs it with full body contact and endless words. Praise, shaming, anything goes. Even cruel. In fact most days after everything his one night stands have to be cruel. He can't handle anything else. Cried one time and drove her away shaking her head. He is deathly silent now.

Anything physical handed to him that's not a promise of death is welcomed. And now Eddie is knocking on his front door and Steve waves him in. "So you've garnered a pretty impressive reputation I hear. Specifically from my side of town." Eddie throws a wink and Steve rolls his eyes. "Sorry I don't feel like putting out ads in the papers." Eddie plops down on the couch and lights up a joint. "Really Munson? That's a fabric couch it'll stink." Eddie just grins and leans over. "Sure it's not the lube making it smell like that?"

"I don't use lube." And Eddie chokes. After a minute, Steve gets concerned and brings him a cup of water. "Hey man are you.. like ok?" Eddie clears his throat. "Are you like insane? Clinically? What do you use?" Steve grits his teeth, offended. "None of your business." Eddie stares. "What about when you have women over?" His voice is gentle. "Oh just because I sleep with anyone doesn't mean I don't still take it." Eddie shifts and leans back.

They stare at each other and Eddie makes a circle with his hand. "Turn over. Strip." Steve balked. "Excuse me?" Eddie smiled, but the smile is forced and doesn't light up his eyes like Steve loves. "You heard me. Do it." Steve shifts from side to side. "Oh." Eddie grinned. "Another rumor from the mill. Maybe I should rephrase. Daddy said-" At this Steve punches Eddie's face, interrupting whatever Eddie was going to say.

"Don't you fucking dare. Don't you even think about daring." Eddie grasps his face and Steve debates doing it again. "You're right." Eddie holds his hands up. "You're right. I'm sorry. That was uncalled for." Steve nods firmly. "Just because I have a brand new reputation doesn't mean I just let people exploit it." Eddie shakes his head, wincing. "I don't slut shame. I'm not doing that. But I'm concerned that you're hurting yourself. I want to check for tears or something." Steve rolls his eyes. "I go to the doctor regularly. I kind of have to." Eddie dares to stand up, slowly and deliberately.

"And anyway. Of course I have a daddy thing. I mean. Look around. It doesn't exactly inspire healthy familial relationships." Steve starts pacing. "I just feel. I don't know, pent up? Like I'm waiting for the shoe to drop. We almost died. We all almost died. And now I can't sleep until I'm well and truly tired. And even then I don't realize I'm asleep until I'm waking up. I don't have a job, not that I need one, I couldn't handle it at this point. I'm just. Falling. And I don't think I'll ever stop and be able to pick myself up." Steve is sobbing, and Eddie pulls him in. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm here. I've got you. You can keep falling but I'll catch you. I'll catch you every single time." Steve shakes his head. "I don't want to fall. I just want to be." Eddie kisses Steve's hair.

"I used to think I was flying. Nothing anybody could say could drag me down. Teachers, family. Nothing. But I heard it. All the time. Like fucking jagged rocks and I couldn't find a safe place to land. It got easier when I found friends. But the words. My reputation. It was still there. Jagged rocks in my garden." Eddie took a deep breath. He was rambling, but hey it was honesty hour and he had the gift of gab. Steve held Eddie's waist. "I know." He whispered, and Eddie smiled, "I know." He repeated.

"And anyway. Who am I to judge your kinks anyway!" Eddie pulled Steve back and shook him gently. "I walk around flagging all the time so. You know." Steve shook his head. "No not really." Eddie tilts his head. "C'mon Hair, you gotta know what flagging means. Oh boy I need my magazine." Steve just huffs and lays down on the couch. "What magazines do you read about flagging? Is it a dm thing? You know like a... what's it called DnD?" Eddie is going through every possible facial expression possible, which would be funny, except it's not an answer.

"That's it we're going to my place. I'm not going home just to come back." Steve groans, he just got comfy. "Later!" Eddie pulls Steve up effortlessly and Steve immediately gets a complex about that, because holy shit. A few minutes later and Steve is going through his list of 'Why we don't get on Eddie's motorcycle'. Eddie drives like the speed limit is really just a recommendation and the sidewalk is a convenient road with no traffic. It's nearly 2 am and no one comes out at night in Hawkins anyway anymore, so he's not worried about pedestrians thankfully. Eddie isn't worried about anything.

Eddie pulls up to the van and all but drags Steve in to his room. "I'm going to change your life." He promises and rifles through a pile of magazines and guidebooks before pulling out one with a man who is approximately 97% oil with a shitty mustache and a pretty decent cop hat. Eddie flips to a page and there's a list of 'Hanky code'. Steve takes it and goes down the list. Eddie is patient for about 4 minutes, a record honestly, and starts to tap his foot. Steve finishes reading and bites his lip. "Could I maybe borrow this? I'm not going to remember." Eddie finds a notebook and pen and hands it over. "Sorry pretty boy. That's prime jerk off material and I can't let that go." It's not so he can see what Steve writes and confirm it himself. Of course not.

Steve rolls his eyes and writes some things down and rips the page. "Guess I'm going shopping." He winks at Eddie and hands the zine back. Eddie tries his best to squash down a moan. If Steve is in to even one of the things he's in to, Eddie will go back to the Upside Down a happy man. Well maybe not the Upside Down. But definitely something. Steve reaches over for the black hanky in Eddie's left pocket, and deftly sticks it in to his own right. He winks again and walks out leaving Eddie to stare at where Steve was, struck absolutely dumb. "Are you coming Munson? You're my ride back home." Steve walks outside and sticks a leg over Eddie's bike and Eddie is hopeless to do anything but get on too.

[ddejavvu]

Ok you wrote somno with Eddie what about with Steve- KWNWIDBS

this post is 18+ and dark, minors dni.

HNNNGH okay so it happens at a sleepover at his house. you've been dating for a while, and you've had sex before, but you've been trying to see how long you can tease him tonight before he snaps.

he's kissing you voraciously, his tongue's in your mouth and practically down your throat, you're straddling his lap, your nose is almost smashed against his face, his hands are on your ass. it's hot and heavy, it's sloppy, it's hot, and you're about to make it even hotter.

"Steve," You whine, breaking away from the kiss as drool strings between you, "'M tired."

He'd never resent you for stopping before sex, but you can tell he's going to have some pent up frustrations to take care of from how much you've been teasing him. he tenses, lets you up with a quick pat on the bum, his hand lingering on the pink heart of your panties.

"Goin' to the bathroom," Steve excuses himself, clearly to take care of his hard-on.

"'Kay," You hum into the pillow you're now clutching, "Stevie?"

"Yeah?" He glances back at you, one eyebrow raised.

"Don't wake me up." You grin slyly at him, and you watch as he processes your words.

You're laying on your tummy, and you give your ass a little wiggle to hint him along.

"Oh you mean- oh." Steve realizes what you're saying, his eyes widening, "Like-? Like sex?"

"Yes," You giggle into the pillow, letting your eyes slip shut as you hear a breathy 'shit' from him, "Like sex. G'night Stevie."

"Night." He offers tensely, his eyes glued to the curve of your ass.

Now he has to play the waiting game.

He barely makes it twenty minutes. He's been grinding the heel of his palm into his dick through his pajama pants for three minutes now, and he swears if he keeps going he's gonna cream his pants. he's desperately trying to make sure you're deep enough asleep where he won't wake you up, because if Steve Harrington is anything it's a pleaser, and you specifically asked him not to.

But eventually he can't wait any longer, his eyes raking over your scantily-clad form, especially on your tits pressed against the mattress, and the soft curve of your cunt beneath your panties that's barely visible beneath your ass.

He pads over to the end of the bed, crawling over you to where he's hovering above. He leans down to press a quick kiss to your cheek, then he peels his pants away and strips his boxers off.

"Shit," He groans, his dick nearly smacking his stomach. He runs his fingers along the pad of your panties, dick only strained more when you wriggle unconsciously at the touch. You shiver and he loves it, loves the control he has over you.

His fingers press against your slit and push the fabric of your panties into the gush of slick long-since sat there. apparently your foreplay had done more than he thought it had, and he watches as the pink fabric darkens with arousal.

That makes it easy for him.

He peels your soaked panties away from your cunt, staring down appreciatively at your sopping wet pussy. if he'd known how big of a fantasy this is for you, he'd have suggested it himself.

Now all he can do is admire you, that is, until he remembers that he can also stuff you full of cum for you to wake up to.

He breaks out of his trance, though his eyes stay glued as much as possible to your cunt. He guides his dick to your entrance, arousal and excitement washing over him in waves as he hesitates only slightly. Then you let out a contented sigh into your pillow, nuzzling unconsciously further into the fabric, and he's ready.

He plunges into you far smoother than he expected to, your cunt absolutely dripping in wait of his cock. You always tell him he stretches you, that he's bigger than you'd ever imagined, but he's not quite sure he realizes how much he stretches you until now. until you let out a sharp whine in your sleep, your cunt clenching sloppily around him. He pauses, slowly lets you adjust to the feeling of being full, then bottoms out. Your hips rock forward on the mattress and your lashes flutter, and he waits to pull back out. When he does, though, he sets a steady pace, rocking his thick cock into your prepped cunt while you snooze below him.

"Fuck," He breathes, watching your cunt suck him in, "Wanted this for a while, huh?"

His voice is nowhere over a murmur, but Steve has a feeling you're too cozily asleep to have heard him if he was shouting. Your hips buck back into his needily as you sleep, your body begging for what you don't even know you're getting.

"Easy," He warns you, not that you can hear him, as he pushes your hips down onto the bed again, "There y'go, honey, dreamin' something nice?"

He brushes his hand down your cheek, then grips them both in one hand, turning your face up gently towards him. You don't even stir, limp in his grasp while he rocks into you.

"Sweet girl," He croons, leaning down to press a somewhat uncoordinated kiss to your lips, "Teasing me all day just for this, weren't you? Brat." The word is said affectionately, the way you love it.

What finally has him is the next word out of your mouth. It comes out in a desperate whine, your lips forming sweetly around his name.

"Steve!" You cry as he bottoms out inside of you, one hand tensing in the sheets that you've got grasped tightly, "Steve..."

He swears you've never sounded needier for him. You're trembling, your cunt spasming around his cock as he rocks mercilessly into you. All at once his orgasm takes him, jarring and catching him off guard after you moan his name. He spills into you, hot, thick spurts of cum pumping your sleeping form full.

He prides himself on there being no mess of yours to clean up, not really. All he has to do is keep your hips elevated while he slides your pretty pink panties back over your leaking cunt, then it can drip out of you and get caught by the fabric.

"G'night," Steve settles into bed beside you, the clean-up process delightfully quick. He wraps an arm around you, prompting you to roll over. You do, and apparently you're still needy, because you wrap your legs over one of his own, and your clothed core presses against his thigh. He can feel the mixture of his cum and yours soaking through his pants but he doesn't care, hooking a hand under your bum as he finally lets himself get rest beside you.