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“Hey there, sweet cakes.”
Shit.
The man is blocking the exit of the alley with his body, and Steve wastes a precious second wondering why he didn't hear him approach. He's better than this, usually. His head must be foggier than he realized. His hands drop the bags, instinctively grasping for a weapon - an axe, a bat, anything - but finding only the cold metal of the dumpster.
“What's a pretty little thing like you doing out here smelling like that?”
The man lurches closer. It's obvious from the stagger in his step and the slur in his voice that he's drunk. Steve has taken tougher opponents than him - not while shaking with fever and with his inner omega screaming to just roll over and spread his legs, but he'll be damned if he goes down without a fight. His fist closes around the ring of keys in his pocket.
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Written for day 5 of my Filthy Fluffy Birthday Bash on tumblr (prompt: Heat/Rut) and also for Round 2 of the Steddie Bingo (prompt: "Leave him alone")
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- Part 44 of hype's Steddie bingo
- Part 2 of Like fine whiskey
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Steve’s shoulders wail in protest as he shuffles to his knees, but he grits his teeth against the pain. He clumsily combs the straw from his hair with his shackled hands before letting them settle in his lap for some semblance of modesty, then bows his head and schools his face into what he hopes is an appropriate expression of demure submission. It’s all the preparation he has time for before the tent flap is yanked open and the man he’s been waiting for stomps inside.
He’s looking back over his shoulder as he walks, still cackling over something one of his companions outside said, so he doesn’t spot Steve right away. The stop he grinds to when he does is so abrupt it makes his chainmail rattle.
For a few moments, all they do is stare at each other. The man because … well, it's probably not every day he finds bound, naked men kneeling in his tent. Steve because the guy is very distinctly not exactly what he expected.
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Written for day 4 of my Filthy Fluffy Forty fest (prompts: BDSM, Possession) and for Round 2 of the Steddie Bingo (prompt: Camp)
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- Part 49 of hype's Steddie bingo
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“Alright, fine. I had a meeting today, with some members of the nobility. They say they're worried about the line of succession.”
Eddie’s brow furrows. His wings quiver.
“And how is that our problem? What exactly do they want you to do about that?”
Steve thinks he's playing dumb on purpose, but he doesn’t say that. He supposes the sooner he gets this out in the open, the better.
“Well, produce an heir, obviously.”
“Produce?” Eddie’s brow twitches.”Like what, in a shop?”
Steve rolls his eyes. “Yes, Eddie, in a shop. C'mon already, you know exactly what I'm talking about. They want me to take a consort, have children. A son or two, preferably. It's one of my duties as a-”
Eddie snarls. His eyes flash gold, just at the same time that the warm glow in Steve's chest turns into a searing blaze, jealousy and possessiveness and mineminemine crashing into his mind like a physical thing.
It occurs to him, a bit belatedly, that maybe he could've chosen a smarter way to open this discussion.
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Written for day 3 of my Filthy Fluffy Forty (Monsterfucking, Hic sunt Dracones, Soul Bond) and also for Round 2 of the Steddie Bingo (Breeding Kink)
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- Part 43 of hype's Steddie bingo
- Part 10 of Hic sunt dracones
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It's nice, pretending they're just like any other couple in the semi-privacy of the car. When Steve slides into the driver's seat, his hand settles warm and heavy on Eddie’s knees, finding the tear in his jeans, and Eddie smiles. Yes, this is perfect, actually.
He loses himself in the movie for a bit - the subtle atmosphere of dread summoned by the black-and-white pictures, the gloomy music, the old-fashioned effects.
Speaking of subtle, when did Steve’s hand move?
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Written for day 2 of my Filthy Fluffy Birthday fest (prompt: Summer Romance) and also for round 2 of the Steddie Bingo (prompt: Car Sex)
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- Part 48 of hype's Steddie bingo
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Fate and probabilities by Just_my_latest_hyperfixation
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
14 Sep 2025
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“You know, I’ve been thinking,” Robin says, shoulder bumping into Steve’s as she bends down to pick up another empty bottle. “Maybe it’s possible to have several?”
Her eyes stray over the sunlit meadow, to where Eddie is roughing around with Dustin, dar, frizzy curls whipping around his smiling face.
Steve snorts. “Yeah, right. Most people don’t even have one.”
“Most people don't even meet one,” she shrugs. “I think it's more a thing of probability than-”
Steve scoffs. It comes out a bit too harshly, maybe, because the whole conversation is veering dangerously close to the one he had with Nancy all those years ago, and he doesn’t want to be reminded of that now.
“And you think I just have two soulmates running around in the immediate vicinity? Please!”
She raises her eyebrows.
He raises his back.
“Well, you won't know unless you ask him.”
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Written for day 1 of my Filthy Fluffy Birthday fest (prompts: (You got me) in the palm of your hand, First Times, Written in the Stars) and for round 2 of the Steddie Bingo (prompt: "Oh, Stevie")
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- Part 47 of hype's Steddie bingo
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Fall into the dark (to chase your heart) by Just_my_latest_hyperfixation
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
13 Sep 2025
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Steve grumbles drowsily and reaches for him when he disentangles himself from the sheets. Eddie kisses the golden band on his finger and tells him to stay in bed. He's wide awake now, so he might as well work on his music. Casting one last look at his sleeping husband, he opens the bedroom door-
-and steps into the void.
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Written gor the September 2025 round of the Steddie Microfic challenge on tumblr
Prompt: dream, 434 words
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- Part 35 of Hype's microfics
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“Would you do me?”
Eddie nearly chokes on his own spit.
“Do- … What d’you- … Give you a piercing?”
“Of course,” Steve says, like it's no big deal. His hand rubs gentle circles into Eddie’s back to help him catch his breath. “Why, what were you thinking?”
Eddie doesn’t reply. He's a horny, gay loser with a hopeless crush, not an idiot.
“Am I hearing this right or is there something wrong with the weed?” he asks instead. “You, Steve Harrington, want me, Eddie Munson, to pierce your ears?”
Steve hesitates, and for a moment, Eddie is convinced that this is the part where he chickens out. Then, he sits up straighter. His face goes serious.
“Not my ears,” he says. “I had something else in mind. If you think you're up to it, that is.”
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Written for week 2 of Steddie Smutty September (prompts: Tongue and Whimper), and also for round 2 of the Steddie Bingo (prompt: Piercings)
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- Part 42 of hype's Steddie bingo
- Part 12 of Hype's smutty September
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We'll always have Berlin by Just_my_latest_hyperfixation
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
03 Sep 2025
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The photo was taken in Eddie’s hotel suite.The Eiffel Tower may or may not be visible through the large, blurry window in the background - Steve has no idea, being way too preoccupied with the focus point of the image.
Namely Eddie’s cock.
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Written for Week 1 of Steddie Smutty September 2025 (prompts: Motel and Sexting) and for Round 2 of the Steddie Bingo (prompts: Praise Kink and Thunder)
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- Part 11 of Hype's smutty September
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The crawl into the other place is agonizingly slow. He pushes his way into it one inch at a time, tail rustling on leaves, wings catching on twigs and branches, claws digging through moss and earth. In the dark, something small and frightened and alive scatters off into the underbrush. He can feel the frantic thrumthrumthrum of its heart in the air, can taste the delicious coppery red of its blood on his tongue, can feel the tingle in his fangs as they itch to bury themselves in its flesh. It would be easy, catching it, but he lets it run. His time is limited, and he has more important things on his mind.
The silver circle lights his way, but even without it, he would know where to go. The pull is strong, and he knows they both feel it.
Him and his mate.
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Written for the September pop-up round of the Steddie Holiday Drabbles (prompt: Full Moon) and for round 2 of the Steddie Bingo (prompt: Monster)
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- Part 3 of Hype's holiday drabbles 2025
- Part 46 of hype's Steddie bingo
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Steve follows her gaze to the limp figure on their sofa and fails to see what could possibly be wrong with the boy. Because it very clearly is a boy. A ridiculously pretty one with a dark mop of shoulder-length curls framing a pale face, yes. But still a boy. Flat chest, slim hips, tiny ass. So much like the real deal Steve thought he'd stumbled upon a crime scene at first. Until he discovered the large patch of skin missing from the guy's neck and jaw, and the tangle of wires below.
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Written for the August 2025 round of the Steddie Microfic challenge on tumblr
Prompt: Experiment, 398 wordsSeries
- Part 34 of Hype's microfics
- Part 1 of System Start
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Good boy by Just_my_latest_hyperfixation for sidekick_hero
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
02 Aug 2025
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“Almost done,” Steve murmurs. “All good?”
Eddie hums drowsily. He's more than good, he's fantastic. He's a hero enjoying the reward for his toils. He's a mighty medieval king who emerged wounded but victorious from battle, getting pampered in his private chambers by his favorite knight.
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Written for sidekick_hero's 3,333 follower celebration on tumblr
Prompt: dog, 333 words
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- Part 33 of Hype's microfics
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The boy huffs thoughtfully, leaning back on his hands and tilting his head to look at the ceiling. Or the spot where the ceiling should be. He is so oddly comfortable in his nudity. Then again, if Eddie looked like that - all smooth golden skin and lean muscle, like some fucking underwear model from a fashion catalogue - he'd probably be the same.
“Well, I'm just glad you're awake now. You were out for quite a while, I was starting to get worried. Whatever they gave us to knock us out, they probably hit you with a harder dose than me.”
Eddie’s stomach sinks.
“Wait. They? Who's they?”
The boy exhales a long breath. One hand reaches out through the strange, cold not-water to settle on top of his.
“Don't freak out now,” he whispers, jerking his chin at something behind Eddie’s back. “They've been watching us ever since I woke up.”
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Written for the Stranger Things Monster Calendar, July 2025 edition (prompt: Alien) and for round 2 of the Steddie Bingo (prompt: Relax).
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- Part 6 of hype's monster calendar
- Part 41 of hype's Steddie bingo
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Where did you come from? (Where did you go?) by Just_my_latest_hyperfixation
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
19 Jul 2025
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Steve laughs. It makes his chest hair tickle in Eddie’s nose.
“C’mon now. It's not such a bad song. I think it's quite catchy.”
Eddie, who has caught himself humming the stupid song on at least three different occasions over the last week, glowers at him. It's an incredibly embarrassing song to hum at your metal band's sound check. They almost had to cancel the gig because Frank couldn't stop laughing.
“It's a horrible song,” he says. “Which I'd be willing to overlook if he hadn't been playing it on a nonstop loop for the past two weeks and a half. This is worse than last year's Maccarena phase or the Achy Breaky Heart obsession from a few years back, and by the end of that I was ready to break his achy breaky jaw.”
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Written for the Steddie Bingo
Prompt: Morning Sex (both on the regular round 2 card and on the A Splash of Summer bonus card)Series
- Part 40 of hype's Steddie bingo
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A lot to come back to by Just_my_latest_hyperfixation
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
12 Jul 2025
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“Were they …?” Eddie asks after a minute or two. “You know. Like you?”
“Huh?” Steve shakes himself, fine droplets of water flying from his hair and surrounding him like a silvery halo. His eyes go a little lighter. A little more hazel, a little less black. “No. Regular seals. They say it’s been a while since they saw one like me. There aren’t many left. They asked if I wanted to come with them and search for them.”
Eddie, who has been nodding along in silent understanding, stops.
“Wait, and you didn’t?”
Steve’s hands cup his face. They’re still wet and cold, still with those delicately webbed membranes between the fingers that always take a while to go away.
“Idiot,” Steve murmurs against his mouth. “Why would I? There’s so many things to come back to on land.”
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Written for the A Splash of Summer bonus card of the Steddie Bingo (prompt: Sex on the beach)
Set in the same universe as Saltwater Symphony
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- Part 2 of Saltwater Symphony
- Part 39 of hype's Steddie bingo
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“Bears don’t eat humans,” Eddie claims, but he does lower his hand. “It’s not even a big bear. We’ve fought bigger things.”
“I've fought bigger things,” Steve grumbles. “And I had my nail bat. You were behind the barricade with the kids, getting the molotovs ready.”
“And that’s why we work so well together,” Eddie beams. “We complement each other.”
“Save your breath,” Steve says. “I’m not wrestling a fucking bear.”
Eddie pouts. Down on the ground, the bear starts tearing into the sandwiches.
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Written for the July 2025 round of the Steddie Microfic challenge on tumblr (prompt: sign, 507 words), and for the A Splash of Summer bonus card of the Steddie Bingo (prompt: Picnic)
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- Part 32 of Hype's microfics
- Part 38 of hype's Steddie bingo
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And that is how, some four weeks later, Eddie finds himself in another city, in another stadium, performing in front of another screaming crowd. Every single place in the stands is packed, just like Chrissy said it would be.
Jesus fucking Christ, he thinks, while a gray-haired dude dressed in a tux and bowtie of all things steps up to the microphone placed at the center of the ring.
“Ladies and Gentlemen,” he intones in one of the most sonorous voices Eddie has ever heard in his life. “Fighting out of the red corner, wearing black trunks and weighing one-hundred-seventy-five and a quarter pounds. Originally from the small town of Hawkins, Indiana. His professional record: thirty-three consecutive victories with twenty-eight knock-outs. It’s my pleasure to present the undefeated, undisputed light heavyweight champion of the world: his majesty, the King of the Ring … Steeeeeve Harringtoooooon!”
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Written for Round 1 of the Steddie Bingo (Prompt: Ring) and for the Steddie Sports AU month on tumblr (prompt: Solo Sports)
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- Part 28 of hype's Steddie bingo
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Laughing at the Storm by Just_my_latest_hyperfixation
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
29 Jun 2025
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Written for the June 2025 edition of the Stranger Things Monster Calendar on tumblr.
Prompt: VampireAlso for round 2 of the Steddie Bingo.
Prompts: Mystery; Presumed Dead; Vampire AUSeries
- Part 5 of hype's monster calendar
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It's a bit strange. For all that Steve loves to test Eddie’s patience when their positions are reversed - always wiggling and whining and pleading at him with those big, wet eyes of his - he has no tolerance for disobedience when he's the one calling the shots, not even on a good day.
And today is not a good day. Today, Steve is pissed.
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Written for day 6 of Switch Eddie Week (prompt: Exposure) and for round 2 of the Steddie Bingo (prompts: Switch, Sub Eddie, Sugar Daddy)Series
- Part 37 of hype's Steddie bingo
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Baptism of Fire by Just_my_latest_hyperfixation for sourw0lfs
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
13 Jun 2025
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Carver laughs. “You think we came unprepared? Please. My crew is far superior to yours, both in numbers and weapons, and you sailed right into my trap. Now, what do you say? Dead or alive, which one of the two should we make it? My personal preference will probably come unsurprising to you.”
His sword slides free with a metallic whir.
“Wait!”
Carver freezes, then looks around, face full of confused surprise.
Steve must say the feeling’s mutual, because he doesn’t recall speaking or standing. Still, that was very clearly his own voice just now. And still, here he is, mounting the taffrail of the Hellfire and jumping onto the deck of the other ship. As he walks closer, the confusion in Carver’s eyes morphs into hesitation, and finally recognition.
“Wait a minute,” he mutters. “You’re the Harrington boy. The Governor’s kid.”
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Written for sourw0lfs 🏴☠️♥️
Also for round two of the Steddie Bingo (for the prompt "Power Bottom")Series
- Part 3 of A deal with the devil
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The thing with the frog by Just_my_latest_hyperfixation
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
05 Jun 2025
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It's his own fault. He got comfortable. Also probably had one hit of that blunt too many, but that's beside the point.
Just like the frog. The one that you put in a pot of boiling water so it won’t-
No, wait. Cold. You put the frog in cold water, then increase the temperature, so it won’t realize until it’s too late.
That’s exactly what happened. He let Steve in, and he let his guard down, and now he's in Steve’s pool like the frog in the goddamn pot, feeling all the blood drain from his drug-addled pea brain as the man himself dives into the deep end.
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Written for the June 2025 round of the Steddie Microfic challenge on tumblr
Prompt: hot, 315 wordsSeries
- Part 31 of Hype's microfics