#steddiemicrofic January

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

Be my escape

Written for the @steddiemicrofic challenge, January 2024 edition

Prompt: hole, 404 words

Rated: M

Tags: Fantasy AU, Magic AU, Guard!Steve, Thief!Eddie, Imprisonment, Claustrophobia, Eddie Munson whump, Referenced sex

Notes: Set in the same universe as this one.

People call it the Hole.

That's not its actual name, of course. Steve thinks it fits, though.

He still remembers his last visit. He was just a boy, but his father - newly appointed Captain of the Royal Guard - insisted he come.

The journey was long and tedious, giant waves battering at their boat. When they reached the steel platform far off the coast, he was freezing and nauseous. And then came the descent.

He recalls the warden's boasts as the cage slid into the depths. The magic crystals keeping the structure deep under the ocean from caving in on itself. The intricate enchantments sealing away the inmates’ magic.

What he recalls even better is the moisture and the despair hanging in the stale air. The mounting pressure inside his skull the further down they went.

Today, he's Captain of the Guard himself, but the dread crawling up his spine as he glides downwards is still the same.

The name fits perfectly. This place is a hole. A hole under the sea where families like the Harringtons and the Carvers throw their enemies to rot.

Enemies like Eddie Munson.

As he stalks down the corridors, he wonders what he's doing. He should be glad Eddie got caught. The man is a criminal. A thief. The insufferable bane of his existence.

Didn't find him so insufferable the other night, a voice at the back of his mind gloats. Nor the way his body fit against yours, or the way his mouth felt on your-

He tells it to shut up. He doesn’t have time for this.

The inside of the cell is dark. A figure stirs upright on the metal cot against the wall.

“Finally,” croaks a voice. “Are you the manager of this fine establishment? I have a complaint. The room service sucks and I think there's rats in-"

“Oh, for fuck's sake,” Steve sets down his lantern and drops to his knees. “Shut up, will you?”

Silence.

Then …

“Stevie?”

A whisper, a plea.

“Told you not to call me that,” he huffs, already unlocking the shackles around too-skinny wrists. The second they fall away, there's hands in his hair, tracing the shape of his face.

“Shit,” Eddie breathes. “Why- Are you a dream?”

Steve snorts, pulls them both to their feet.

“Sure hope not. Imagine that'd make it difficult to bust you outta here. C'mon, we have no time to lose.”

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Part 3

So I texted @house-of-the-moving-image if I should write more Phantom Thief for this prompt, and they were like "funny you should ask, I just had this idea about a magic high-security prison called The Hole". 🤣

We've got the next bit all figured out already, but this was all I could fit into 404 words.

[stevesjockstrap]

Digging Holes

@steddiemicrofic prompt ‘hole’ | 404 words | rated G

cw: implied past child abuse • read on ao3

Steve watched the kids playing in their backyard, digging happily in the sandbox Uncle Wayne had made for them. The neighbor boy had come over, and his girls sometimes needed to set some boundaries with him but otherwise everything usually went well.

He brought them juice boxes or granola bars from time to time but tried his best to let them play uninterrupted. Eddie always claimed he was a helicopter parent, but he felt he was more than entitled to a little paranoia.

Smirking as his youngest again reminded the neighbor to not fling sand around, he watched as she looked around the backyard for him. Once she knew he was just on the patio, she went back to playing. That was something else he enjoyed, that his girls knew to keep an eye out.

Eddie snuck out of the house and slid in beside him.

“How are you going to helicopter from all the way over here, babe?” He teased, pressing a kiss to his temple.

“I am not helicoptering. How are you going to rile them up from all the way over here?”

Things seemed to get tense all at once, both of his girls’ heads popping up to locate their dads.

“We reached the bottom of the sandbox! How are we going to dig a hole to China?!” The neighbor kid yelled louder so the adults could now hear him.

Suddenly Steve was back at recess as a small kid, watching a classmate with shorn dark hair and a black eye explain that he was digging a hole to China with his spork from the cafeteria. He had taken one long look at the kid and grabbed a nearby stick to help him.

“Woah,” Steve whispered, shaking himself out of the thirty year old memory he had completely forgotten about (suffering several head injuries since then).

“What?” Eddie looked at him strangely.

“I dunno. I just remembered, I think. Helping you in, like, elementary school, maybe the same age as they are… dig a hole to China? You were using a spork?”

“Oh my god,” he breathed, eyes taking on a faraway look. “That was you?”

Steve nodded.

“Everyone always thought it was really weird. You were the only one who helped. I, uh, really wanted to get away. That was before, um, before I went to Wayne’s.”

He squeezed his hand on his knee. “I’m glad I helped.”

“Me too.”

[estrellami-1]

Steddie Microfic

January prompt: hole

Word count: 404

No warnings apply

Rated G

@steddiemicrofic

Eddie stares at him, sometimes.

He’ll trail off in the middle of a sentence, completely enthralled in watching Steve do whatever he’s doing. Most of the time he doesn’t seem to realize he’s stopped talking, even. When Steve gets him to focus again, all thoughts have been scattered.

He seems embarrassed, every time, but Steve waves him off; wants to kiss him about it, actually, so he tries to let Eddie have all the time he needs.

Sometimes Eddie will go off on rabbit trails, hopping from one subject to the next, so excited about whatever it is he’s talking about that Steve wants to kiss him about that, too.

Steve kinda just wants to kiss him all the time.

It’s not a problem. Until it is. Until one day Eddie’s talking, jumping from subject to subject, and suddenly stops. Suddenly stares at Steve with something so bright in his eyes that Steve feels his cheeks getting red. “Can I… talk to you?” He asks hesitantly, like he hadn’t been talking to Steve for the past twenty minutes straight.

“‘Course, Eds,” Steve says softly, like he always will.

“Okay. Cause, uh.” He takes a breath, tears his eyes away from Steve. “Cause like. Okay. Y’know how when you were little, and your parents taught you to tie your shoes with the two loops, and then later they taught you the bunny around the tree and in the hole? But how you were too impatient and wanted to learn how to do it like them, cause you wanted to do everything like them, so you tried to figure it out on your own?” He looks down at his hands in his lap. “You just… wanted to be like them. ‘Cause they were kinda your… your epitome of everything good and right in the world, y’know? And then maybe you grew up and realized they weren’t perfect. But there’s still things about them you wanted to copy.” He runs a hand through his hair. “One of those things, for me, was learning to shut up once in a while. But you… you look at me, sometimes, like you want me to never shut up. And I’m thinking that maybe that’s something I shouldn’t copy from them. That maybe it’s not bad.”

“It’s not,” Steve promises. “I want to hear everything.”

Eddie swallows. “Sometimes it looks like you wanna kiss me.”

Steve swallows, whispers back, “I do.”

[shares-a-vest]

@steddiemicrofic July Prompt: One

Word Count: 111 | Rated: T for discussion about stealing a car (PSA don't commit grand theft auto, folks – leave it to your blorbos hehe)

‘Joyride’

“Whatcha thinkin’ about, Stevie?”

Steve merely hums, continuing to look out over the trailer park from their spot on the old couch on the porch. Eddie shuffles closer and bumps Steve’s shoulder for an answer.

“I wanna steal a car,” Steve sighs.

“What?”

Steve shrugs, mumbling, “At least that part was fun.”

“Stevie, we can’t – ”

“Come on,” Steve whines, gesturing to a red pickup across the park, “What about that one? Just this one time – for a joyride. Please?”

Eddie captures Steve’s pointing digit in his hand, brings it to his mouth, and kisses the tip.

“Fine,” he feigns a relenting tone despite his grin, “One more time.”

[messessentialist]

JANUARY MICROFIC - Fixation

@steddiemicrofic | PROMPT: hole | WORD COUNT: 404 | RATED: T | CW: none

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They're hiding from the heat in Eddie's bedroom when it happens.

Eddie is draped across the bed, t-shirt rucked up under his armpits to let the window unit cool his tacky skin. Steve, in turn, is sprawled in the rickety chair, making slow work of shuffling through the contents of Eddie's desk drawers.

"Has anyone ever told you you're kind of a hoarder?" He asks, casual, and rattles an Altoids tin full of loose screws and washers in Eddie's direction. It's one of three such tins he's discovered so far.

"S'been said, yeah," Eddie sighs. "Mostly by people invading my privacy and smoking my weed."

"Shut up."

Eddie snaps off a lazy salute, but makes no further reply.

Steve is searching the back of the bottom drawer for further Sin Tins when his eye catches on something red. It's the curled edge of a notebook, crushed into the corner and forgotten. He tugs it loose, bending it back into shape before flipping it open.

"Oh, holy shit."

Eddie cracks one eye open, and then sits bolt upright on the bed.

"Steve, give me that. Right now."

Steve does not respond. He continues paging through the notebook, eyes impossibly wide.

It's…dicks. Every square inch of space on every page is covered in drawings of dicks. And not the lazy teenage graffiti type of dicks, either. There's an enormous variety of styles, from cartoonish doodles to hyper-realistic portraits, complete with intricately-scrolled frames. They're mostly in ballpoint blue or sketchy graphite gray, though some look like there might have been colored pencils or even markers involved.

"Dude," Steve breathes, holding the book out in front of himself and rotating it for a better angle on something, "some of these are…really good."

Eddie lunges for the book, but Steve easily snaps it out of his reach. He flops back onto the bed, heaving a defeated sigh.

"I'll have to kill you now."

Steve ignores him, flipping to another page and continuing his perusal.

"I mean, this one is crazy detailed. Did this dude, like…model for you, or something?" He brings it closer to his face, brows scrunching. "Is that…a piercing?"

"Prince Albert," Eddie groans from the bed. "If it's the one I think."

Steve's face has gone scarlet, voice weak. "People do that? Put a hole in their dick?"

And suddenly, Eddie has the upper hand again.

"They sure do, Harrington," he coos, saccharine. "Wanna see the original?"

[wormdebut]

JANUARY MICROFIC (2) — SAFE

@steddiemicrofic | PROMPT: hole | WORD COUNT: 404 | Rated: T | CW: Sad Boy Steve, Hurt/Comfort

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It’s like a fucking hole in his chest, a weight that he can’t ever carry.

He’ll never be enough. He’ll never be smart enough for college, worthy enough for a scholarship, romantic enough for Nancy, good enough for his dad.

‘You’re going nowhere, Steven. You’ll amount to nothing.’

It was playing on a loop in his head.

Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.

Bullshit. Bullshit. Bullshit.

Sure, he helped save the damn world a few times, but you can’t put that on a college transcript.

Steve's eyes flick to the door. Someone’s knocking—he should probably get that. He should, but he won’t. Robin is out of town and Dustin can come back later.

He pulls the blanket over his head, turns into the couch—needs to turn off the noise.

The knocking stops, but to Steve’s dismay he hears the lock on the door clinking open.

He knew giving Dustin a key was a stupid fucking idea.

“Dustin. Go. Away.” Steve huffs from his blanket cocoon.

“Not Dustin.”

Eddie.

Steve flops over to face him, the top of his head barely popping out from under his blanket nest. “What are you doing here, Munson?”

Steve watches as Eddie clutches at his jacket, directly over his heart. “Reverting back to last names, Harrington? You wound me.”

If Steve cracks a smile, that’s between him and the blanket he’s hiding under. He rolls his eyes before pulling the damn thing away from his face.

“What are you even doing here, Eddie?”

He watches as Eddie’s gaze flicks to his shoes and then back up to meet Steve’s. “Dustin said your parents came back yesterday—I checked for another car before I stopped by and only saw the bimmer. I just—“ Eddie’s eyes flick up to the ceiling, as he runs a hand through his hair, “—thought you could use a friend.”

Well that’s—that’s not what Steve was expecting. He can’t hide the soft smile that creeps across his face this time.

“Sure.”

They end up watching…something. Steve’s not entirely sure what it is. He’s too busy listening to Eddie go on and on about dungeons and dragons.

His ramblings only calm when Steve plops his head down on Eddie’s shoulder. He pauses, before wrapping his arm around Steve’s waist, pulling him closer.

“I’m sorry things are heavy right now.” Eddie says.

Steve hums. The hole in his chest shrinks just a little.

“It’s alright. I think things might be looking up.”

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[ao3usermelancholyhues]

𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞

steve harrington/eddie munson for @steddiemicrofic's january prompt: hole, 404 words. ft. flirting, sexual innuendo | T rating read on ao3

“That’s just perfect.” 

Steve stares at his rapidly flattening tire, and the culprit just behind the car. He loosens his tie, irritated. 

It’s not that Steve can’t change a tire—he doesn’t have a spare. 

Robin’s house is a couple of streets over. Sighing, he begins the walk there to call his mechanic.

“No answer,” Steve announces dejectedly as he walks back into Robin’s livingroom and flops down in her armchair, huffing.

The dramatics are a little much, but Robin bites her tongue. No need to kick the man while he’s down (not a rule she always conforms to). 

“I know a guy who could help,” she says instead. “My cousin’s friend.”

Steve perks up. “Is he good?”

Robin bites her tongue again, this time fighting a grin. “Oh, he’s somethin’.” 

Thirty minutes later, there’s a mechanic named Eddie in her livingroom. Steve supposes he looks exactly as expected—grey coveralls, arm tattoos, hands stained but washed (Steve knows, he shook one, with the hand that wasn’t clutching a cup of tea). 

However, Eddie also has long hair tied in a loose bun, and the warmest smile. It lights up his eyes and Steve barely knows where to look. 

Robin’s in the kitchen doorway, both hands on her own tea mug. 

“So. Popped a tire?” asks Eddie. “How’d that happen?”

“Hole.” 

Steve flushes when he hears Robin snort. 

Eddie’s grinning from ear-to-ear. “Hole?”

“P-pothole,” Steve clarifies quickly. “I went over a… a big pothole.” 

Eddie contemplates that, tongue between his teeth and looking Steve up and down, before he says, “Yeah, it’s amazing what a hole can do to you.” 

Steve splutters into his tea. It goes up his nose a little, kind of fucking hurts. Robin barely keeps a lid on her laughter, knowing Steve won’t thank her for it. 

“Eddie, you’re gonna kill him. Quit flirting.” 

“Sorry! Right. Where’s the car?”

He keeps his comments to himself throughout the tire change, even though he really wants to wind up the cute guy in the nice suit with the nice car.

Steve pays him there and then, cash plus tip, but Eddie rejects the tip. 

“Keep that. Since I almost killed you back at the house.” 

Steve blushes. “You caught me off-guard.” 

Eddie can’t resist. “I tell it like it is! Gotta know your way around a hole or you might blow, big boy.” 

There’s no tea this time, but Steve still manages to choke. 

[wynnyfryd]

Plot Holes

written for the @steddiemicrofic January prompt: ‘hole,’ 404 words | rated T | cw/tags: post S4, time skips, references to canon character death, ambiguous ending

“Shit’s been… weird, since the gates opened,” Steve says, looking down at his wrist watch. 8:04 PM. “Like… jumpy or something? Right? Robin?”

He looks up. Robin’s gone. The sun is high in the east, dropping morning kisses over dewy lush green leaves, and when Steve looks down at his watch again his sneakers are different. New. He scuffs the toe of one against the curb, watches it change in real time. Time’s all fucked up ever since that fourth chime sounded — got shredded just like the town itself; doesn’t work right anymore, and now it’s 9:17 it’s 6:35 it’s 11:02 and Steve is older, younger, older again.

Nancy’s gone and then she isn’t.

The kids are there and then they’re not kids.

Steve sighs, starts walking toward the center of town. They’ve been calling them “plot holes,” these glitchy time skips, like the universe has the hiccups. Well, Dustin’s been calling them that, anyway. It’s hard to see him now. Hard to see anyone, really, when they keep getting ping-ponged through space-time in uncoordinated bursts.

The last time Steve and Dustin’s plot holes crossed paths was two weeks ago in the summer of 1985. They’d spent the afternoon eating ice cream at Scoops: Steve in his silly sailor suit, Dustin shifting from age fourteen to forty-five as they mixed up the worst flavor combos they could think of. They’d gotten one good hug in, one really solid squeeze, and then the kid had disappeared mid-bite of a chocolate-banana-mint-bubblegum sundae.

At least there’s Eddie.

Steve spots him now at the end of the road. Hopes he makes it to him before he gets sent somewhere else again. He’s been trying to reach him for four decades, give or take.

Because Eddie doesn’t jump. Eddie’s exempt from the nightmare of atoms flung at random across the trampoline of time and space, because Eddie isn’t even supposed to be here. Shouldn’t still be alive — Steve watched Dustin cry over his body; all that blood, so much blood, and maybe Eddie isn’t here. Maybe he’s a figment of Steve’s fractured imagination, some lighthouse beacon Steve invented while he’s been drowning out at sea.

But it doesn’t feel that way. It feels real, feels like one good squeeze when Eddie waves him on, beaming and cheering “you can do it, Stevie, come on!”

Steve reaches out his hand and knows he’ll make it there this time.

[bifuriouswaterbender]

It's a Date

So... I ended up writing another entry for the @steddiemicrofic January theme hole with the word length 404. Fic is rated T this time.

"You have bad technique," Steve observed.

Eddie's swing missed the ball altogether. "What are you talking about?"

"You bend your legs too much and hold the club weird. I'm not sure if that's why you're having such a hard time lining up a shot or if you're also twisting the club when you swing. Either way, you're struggling because you're not swinging the club straight.

"Excuse me?" Eddie huffed and crossed his arms. It was awkward while holding a club, but he managed. "You ask me on a date, you force me to do something jock related--"

"It's minigolf," Steve interrupted. "It's hardly the most athletic of--"

"I wasn't finished," Eddie snapped. "You force me to do something jock related, and then you make fun of me for not being a jock and having those natural little jock skills."

Steve rolled his eyes. "Right, because 'jockness' is an inherent quality you're born with that absolutely nothing can be done to fix."

"I'm not hitting the gym. I'm not working out and getting all sweaty just to develop some skills."

Raising an eyebrow, Steve gestured back toward the tee with Eddie's black golf ball still innocently waiting for him to go. "Lucky for you, golf is about fine skills, not muscle."

"I don't believe you," Eddie said with a sniff. He did step forward, though, and lined back up. "How exactly am I supposed to magically develop the fine skills needed?"

"Like this," Steve said.

He stepped closer, bending down to tap one of Eddie's knees. He straightened both automatically in response, and Steve hummed in approval. Then he stood up and stepped in directly behind Eddie, close enough that Eddie could feel the heat of him through their clothing. Eddie's cheeks flamed, then glowed brighter as Steve closed that distance, pressing against Eddie's back and bringing his arms around to close his hands over Eddie's on the club.

"Loosen your grip," he commanded, and Eddie listened.

Steve rearranged his hands and got the grip the way he wanted it. "Now," he said quietly, voice breathy in Eddie's ear. "You're going to line up that tiny little line on the club with the ball. Let me guide. And we just…"

They turned their heads together to watch the ball sail down the green.

"A hole in one! And for the record?" Steve pressed himself closer and wiggled his hips. "This is why I picked minigolf."

[steddieasitgoes]

We're Talkin' Baseball

written for @steddiemicrofic January prompt: hole wc: 404 | rated: G | cw: none | tags: Steddie as Dads, Girl Dads

As far as having children who play sports go, Steve had mostly given up on the dream. 

Their oldest, Marley, gravitated in Eddie’s direction. A two-week stint in ballet was all Steve got before she was “asked not to return” after refusing to stop banging her tiny hands against the bare. The next day they traded her pink slippers in for a drum set and the rest has been history. 

Ronnie, is much the same, preferring to stay inside reading than venture into the world of sports. 

That is, until a few weeks week ago, when out of the blue over dinner she asked if they could sign her up for Little League. Steve practically raced to the signup location.

Surprisingly, Ronnie is a natural. She throws fast and hard, nearly bruising Steve’s hand the first time they play catch. She can wack the shit out of the ball and she’s not afraid to get right under one soaring through the air. 

Steve’s proud of both his girls, he is, but there’s an extra spark that ignites in him when he realizes Ronnie is athletic.  

Unfortunately, Steve is running late to the first game of the season thanks to work. He spots Eddie and Marley immediately, lounging in their chairs with their eyes focused on the baseball diamond. Panting and sweating from his sprint from the parking lot, Steve collapses into the empty seat and scans the field looking for their girl. 

She’s squatting in outfield. Wild curls spill out from her navy baseball cap, glove discarded a foot away from her as her hands are preoccupied digging in the overgrown grass. 

“What is she doing?” Steve asks, squinting into the sun as he watches her completely ignore the ball that rolls between her and the center fielder. 

“Digging a hole,” Eddie shrugs like it’s obvious. Like digging a hole is part of the great American pastime. 

“Why?” 

“She found a tuft of fur out there before the game started. Thinks there’s a nest of…” 

“Gleeps,” Marley supplies. 

“Yeah, that.” 

“Oh my god.” 

He doesn’t get it. Ronnie isn’t even the dig-around-in-holes type. She used to cry if they forgot to wipe her hands after eating a snack when she was little. And yet. 

“M’sorry sweetheart,” Eddie coos, resting a supportive hand on Steve’s shoulder. “Looks like the Munson genes of being freaks are just too strong.” 

“At least she’s having fun, I guess.” 

Author's Note: Gleeps are apparently a small creature that debut in the Herculoids TV show. They've also appeared in various comics over the years. We're going to blame Dustin for introducing them to Marley and Ronnie lmao

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

The adventures of Eddie Munson, jerk

Written for the @steddiemicrofic challenge January 2024 edition

Prompt: hole, 404 words

Rated: T

Tags: modern AU; meet cute; HOH Steve Harrington; Eddie "foot in mouth" Munson; Eddie being a horny shit

Notes: based on this idea I posted a while ago. I'd link it, but alas, the tumblr search function sucks. I'll add it when I find it I guess. (Edit: found it!)

Ping.

Eddie's about to commit homicide in an airport terminal. Walk over to that asshole with the laptop and throttle him with the cord. Bury him in a shallow hole, chuck his beeping hell machine right-

Okay, breathe. 

He's overreacting. The guy's an inconsiderate jerk, but he doesn’t deserve to be murdered. Eddie's just a bit on edge ‘cause he got up at ass o'clock and now his flight is delayed and his neck is hurting from the plastic chairs and his phone is dying and- 

Ping.

Okay, that's it. 

Eddie stomps over, propelled by rage and too many energy drinks.

“Hey, asshole!”

Laptop jerk just continues typing. So he thinks he can ignore him, huh? Eddie reaches him just as the laptop dings again, grabs him by the shoulder. 

“Hey, dickhead, I'm talking to you.” 

Laptop jerk flinches so hard he nearly sends his device flying, head whipping up and- 

-shit, he's cute. Big, hazel eyes full of shocked confusion under a swoop of chestnut hair. Perfect, pouty lips parted in surprise. Eddie has a sudden impulse to wrap a hand around the curve of that throat, drop his voice, tell him to say sorry like a good boy. 

Which would be … wildly inappropriate. 

“Listen,” he says instead. “Your beeping is annoying the living hell outta me, so-” 

Something is pressed into his hand. Something rectangular and plasticy, like a business card.

“What the fuck?” Eddie mutters, lifts it so that he can read what it says. 

Hi, I'm Steve. I'm hard of hearing. 

Wait, what?

Eddie's eyes flit back to laptop jerk's face. He's smiling, but there's a distinct undercurrent of confusion and concern. Like he doesn’t know why Eddie's so angry, which is true of course, because he can't fucking hear, has no idea what he did wrong and fuuuuck, who's the jerk now? 

That shallow hole still sounds tempting, just for entirely different reasons. 

“Erm, it's just …” he starts, more slowly now, those pretty eyes following the movement of his lips. “I've been wondering if maybe …” 

Steve tilts his head. 

"... you'd wanna have coffee? My flight's delayed and-” 

If the curl of Steve's mouth is anything to go by, he knows exactly that this isn't what he wanted to say. 

He nods anyway. 

By the time Eddie’s flight lifts off, his phone is dead, but there's a sticky note with a number tucked into his pocket.

[stevesjockstrap]

Desperate

•@steddiemicrofic prompt: hole | 404 words | rated E

•cw: masturbation interruptus, pet names, sex toy, anal fingering, a little manipulation (but it works out)

•read on ao3

It wasn’t uncommon, hearing Steve whimpering in the bedroom next to his, but it was strange to hear it as soon as he got home. It was still light out.

But as he let himself into Steve’s room on autopilot, he was not met with his roommate struggling in a nightmare. Instead, he was shocked by the low groan and a whimpered, “Eddie!”

Sprawled out and naked, shoving a vibrator into himself, Steve didn’t stop as Eddie stared at him from the doorway. If anything it spurred him on, his hips rocking, fucking himself down onto the toy.

When his brain finally caught up with him, he realized what this was. A grin spread across his face.

“Well, if you needed fucked this badly, sunshine, you could’ve just asked,” he said lowly as he approached the end of the bed. Steve whimpered at him again and he chuckled. “This is for me, right? You could’ve done this all day while I was gone. I think you waited just for me, baby.”

“Y-yeah, ah- tired of waiting.”

“I’m so sorry, baby,” he cooed. “I had no idea that you needed that. Look so good, all spread out for me.” Eddie crept closer, letting Steve track his gaze as it dragged down his flushed face, past his gorgeous chest hair, landing on his heavy cock leaking onto his belly. “Didn’t even touch yourself, angel? Being such a good boy for me already. You think you can come just from that little plastic in your ass?”

Steve shook his head, grumbling. “N-no, I need, ah, I need more. Please!”

“I know. I’m sure that greedy hole needs a lot more than that, Stevie. Did you have something bigger in mind?”

“Please! Oh fuck. I need it, Eds, ah!”

He smirked as he watched more precome leak from his dick onto his stomach, gasping and writhing around on his toy.

“Say it and you can have it, gorgeous. Go ahead.”

“God, I want your big fucking cock, please Eddie. I’ve been thinking about it forever,” he whined.

“Oh, forever?” He teased, even as he shed all of his layers.

Quickly using the lube beside him, he slapped Steve’s hand away from the toy and pushed two fingers in beside it, angling them to rub against his prostate. Steve cried out, hands clenching in the sheets.

“Gunna ruin this little hole of yours, sunshine. Gunna absolutely fucking ruin you.”

(😘 @eddiethehunted @machtaholic)

[estrellami-1]

January prompt: hole

Word count: 404

No warnings apply

Rated G

@steddiemicrofic

Ok YES I’ve done 2 others BUT in my defense. Mickala asked for childhood-friends-to-lovers and I had an Idea, what was I supposed to do? Not write?

“There’s a hole in your pants.” Eddie looks up at those words to find a boy staring down at him, brows furrowed in concern. “Did you fall?”

He looks back down to the stick in his hand, the scratch marks in the dirt. “Nah. Just a hole.”

The boy sits in front of him. “My mom says holes are unsightly,” he says, carefully pronouncing the last word. “She always buys me new pants when my old ones are finally comfortable.”

Eddie cocks his head at the boy. “I’ve never had new pants.”

“Oh.” He sits with that for a minute. “Where do you get your pants from?”

Eddie shrugs. “My momma buys ‘em. But most of the time they’ve already got holes in ‘em.”

Suddenly the boy grins. “It would be kinda funny if my mom sold my pants to your mom, huh?”

That gets Eddie to smile. “It would,” he agrees, and extends an olive branch. “I’m Eddie. What’s your name?”

“Steve. What’re you doing with the stick?”

Eddie grins at him. “Nothing. But that’s just ‘cause I didn’t have anyone to play with. You wanna play with me, Steve?”

“Sure!” He sits up onto his knees, excited. “What’re we playing?”

Eddie grins. “Whatever we want. You ever heard of dragons?”

“Dragons aren’t real.”

“Are too. I’ll show you.”

They play until the end-of-recess bell rings. They find each other the next day, and the day after that, and even the week after that, until summer came and they drifted apart.

Ten years later, after unimaginable horrors and shitty fourth of Julys and getting the crap beat out of him, Steve finds Eddie in a boat shed. “There’s a hole in your pants,” he says, even though there’s always a hole in Eddie’s pants. It’s not so much about lack as it is his personal style. “Did you fall?”

Eddie manages a shaky smile up at Steve. “Nah,” he says softly. “Just a hole.” He suddenly smiles bigger. “Looks like you’ve got a hole in your own pants, too.”

Steve grins back. “My mom always said they were unsightly,” he agrees. “I don’t think so.”

“Me neither, sweetheart,” Eddie murmurs, accepting the help up just to stand in Steve’s space.

“You okay?”

Eddie lets out a humorless laugh. “Better with you here.”

“Flirt.” Steve rolls his eyes, ignores the pink racing up his cheeks. “Ready to get out of here?”

“Lead the way.”

[medusapelagia]

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@steddiemicrofic January prompt: hole || wc: 404 || E || crack fic inspired by this || doggy style, bottom Steve/top Eddie || shout out to @griefabyss69 for the hilarious riffing and input 🖤✨️

Of all the places to observe April Fool's Day, Eddie didn't expect the sex store on the side of the highway between Hawkins and Indianapolis to be one of them, but BOY was he tickled pinker than the fuzzy cuffs stacked next to the downright glorious display of novelty ball gags. Some had kazoos attached, others had party blowers, and Eddie, giddy, was now the proud owner of one of each.

"I'm not using that," Steve said through a surprised laugh upon their debut.

Eddie threw his arms down in exasperation, ever the dramatic. "You're always so noisy—"

Steve shot a look.

"—so just imagine how lovely you'd sound with these!"

Excellent recovery, Eddie thought, then blew through the hole in the ball gag, making the signature clangorous call of a kazoo cut through the kitchen.

Steve just stared at him, biting back a smile. Then his eyebrows pinched. "Did you wash that?"

"Obviously," Eddie lied.

The gags' spot in their closet remained undisturbed and forgotten for the next few months, until...

"What the—" Eddie froze, pulling an objecting whimper from Steve, bent-over and half-speared in front of him. "What was that?"

Steve stilled for a moment. The band of a ball gag pressed into the back of Steve's head, which Steve shook, then he flapped a hand back at Eddie to keep going.

"You sure?"

More impatient hand flapping, wow, okay.

Eddie set another grueling pace, getting lost in how Steve's ass ricocheted against his hips as he slid in and out of Steve's hole.

Steve writhed in front of him, shoulder blades going sharp as he tensed, groans vibrating through him in a way Eddie swore he could feel from the grip on his waist as he nailed Steve's prostate over and over and o—

HRRRNNNHH and another snap startled a yelp from Eddie. He pulled Steve's head back just enough to see a trio of party blowers sticking out from the ball in his mouth.

Eddie gaped

Then howled with laughter. Ridiculously infectious, soon Steve also cracked, trapping them both in a cycle of increasingly hysterical laughter that made the party blowers constantly furl and unfurl, making high-pitched honking whines with each manic breath Steve took.

Eddie pressed his forehead to Steve's shoulder, causing his dick rub maddeningly against Steve's prostate.

Steve groaned, grabbed at the sheets, then, then—

HRRRRRNNNNNHHH

Eddie screeched and coughed as Steve shuddered. "BABY, DID YOU JUST—?"

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JANUARY MICROFIC - NEED

@steddiemicrofic | PROMPT: hole | WORD COUNT: 404 | Rated: E | CW: anal fingering, D/S dynamics, hot boys whimpering

Minors, Don’t You Fucking Dare.

——

Eddie could live here, knuckle deep in his boyfriend’s tight fucking ass. He nips at his jaw and relishes in the whimper Steve lets out.

He can’t help but smirk into Steve’s neck as he crooks his fingers, brushes against where his boy needs him most. Steve screams. It’s the prettiest sound Eddie has ever heard. Maybe Steve would let him record it, this. Put it in a song.

“God, baby. You’re so perfect like this. Looking so pretty on your hands and knees for me. I’m the luckiest bastard alive.”

“Fuck. Eds, I’m—“ Steve breathes. Voice airy, needy. “I need—I’m ready, I—“

Eddie stills his fingers. His other hand digs into Steve’s hair and tugs, pulls him so his back meets Eddie’s chest. Steve clenches around Eddie’s fingers. He relishes in those perfect fucking noises.

“Want me to fuck your pretty little hole baby?” He pulls at Steve’s hair once more.

Steve’s eyes are hooded, beautiful hazel blown through with black. Eddie loves him.

“N-need it Eds. Please, please.” Steve’s panting turns to a whining plea as Eddie pulls his fingers away from where his pretty boy needs him. “Need to be full of you. Need it.”

He babbles, Eddie’s boy does. But he’s not saying what Eddie wants to hear. He reaches up to wrap his arm around Steve’s waist, pulling him in tighter, into a sloppy kiss. Spit slicked lips biting at each other.

Eddie pulls back, “Say it, baby. Be a good boy and tell me that you want my big dick in your greedy little hole.” He growls. Steve keens.

Eddie watches the blush flood his face, his cock twitches against Steve’s back and Steve moans.

“Eddie.” He pants, “I—I—“

Eddie nips at his ear. “Come on pretty baby. Be a good boy.” He rubs his hand along Steve’s leaking cock, pink and glistening at the tip. “Be good, Stevie.”

“Fu—fuck. Fuck me fuck me. I need your cock inside my greedy little hole. Fill me up and take me, Eddie baby, please.” He pleads. Eddie pulls him in for another kiss, all teeth and tongue.

“There’s my good fucking boy. On your back.” Eddie demands and Steve is quick to oblige.

His eyes flick all over Steve’s perfect fucking body, stopping to admire that beautiful cock. “Christ—I’m gonna tear you apart.” His eyes snap up to look into Steve’s perfect blown out ones.

He’s perfect, Eddie’s boy.

“Please.”