#nonbinary steve

[steddieunderdogfics]

please mommy, mommy, please by lydiah135

Rating: Explicit

10,218 words, 1/1 chapters

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Tags: Alternate Universe - No Upside Down (Stranger Things)Slice of Life, Established Relationship, Trans Steve Harrington, Nonbinary Steve Harrington, Transmasculine Eddie Munson, Trans Eddie Munson, Top/Bottom Versatile Eddie Munson, Bottom Eddie Munson, Top/Bottom Versatile Steve Harrington, Soft Dom Steve Harrington, T4T Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Age Play, Spanking, Lactation Kink, Panty Kink, Feminization, Steve Harrington Has a Mommy Kink, Eddie Munson Has a Degradation Kink, Hair-pulling, Anal Fingering, pussy slapping, Foot Fetish, If You Squint - Freeform, Aftercare, Praise Kink, Anal Sex, Frottage, Virgin Eddie Munson, Pervert Eddie Munson, Orgasm Denial, Ass Play, Rimming, Kink Negotiation, Kink Exploration

Summary:

"What about, wife Stevie Harrington returns from her husband's work party to find her young baby-sitter, Eddie Munson, at home. Maybe, just this once, it's nice to have someone waiting for her when she comes back?" "Yeah, except I'm a filthy underwear thief and a pervert and virgin all in one." "Yeah, and then I fuck you." "Yeah, exactly!" (or, the barbies from the pro dom eddie fic role-play something a lil different)

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[paperbackribs]

"Hey, it's 'they/them,' dickheads," Steve interrupts exasperatedly.

Modern non-binary Eddie who is out but the kids just don't really let it sink in. Don't think about how Eddie increasingly flinches every meet-up as they exclaim during the campaign, calling out that 'he' has said this and that about the current monster in their tracks.

Steve though. Steve, feeling a little stupid the first time Eddie had haltingly told him about why it was so important to them. That the euphoria of 'woman' or 'man' was actually reserved for the fizzing feeling of rightness when gender was mixed and erased for them.

Steve, who felt the cogs in his head rubbing slowly together but had fixed the idea firmly in his heart--for the person in his heart--interrupts as the kids draw up their last play.

"They," Steve cuts in, firm and with a gimlet stare at the boys who frown up at him in confusion.

"They what?" Mike asks in exasperation, clearly expecting Steve to stutter and back away despite Steve never having backed away from a fight in the entire time the two guys have known each other.

"Who what?" Dustin mutters absently as he adjusts his gold count. "We're nearly done." He licks the tip of his pencil before returning to his count of the loot.

Lucas eyes the hardening stare on Steve's face, flicking over to Eddie's suddenly wide gaze and pokes Dustin to look up, "I don't think it's that."

Mike sighs at Steve's hands falling to his hips, recognising the chastening posture even as he doesn't understand why. Eddie though. Their expression falls from wide surprise to understanding and something with a touch of awe that Steve doesn't quite understand from his friend.

"They, you dickheads," Steve repeats, lips pursed. "Eddie is not a 'he.' They're not 'her.' They are 'they.' They are 'them.' It's not hard. I literally used it like a million times already today."

Steve sniffs into the air and Mike scowls, "It just happens; Christ, Steve."

The light dims in Eddie's eyes, but he nods gamely, voice even and-- Steve can tell--deliberately light, "It's no big deal, easy to do. Don't worry about it, Stevie."

"But it hurts you," Steve insists.

Mike's eyes widen in surprise and Lucas winces.

Eddie hurriedly shakes their head with a forced laugh, "It's not like I've not gone by 'he' for nearly my entire life." They wink at Dustin, who had raised his head suddenly.

"You did a thing," Dustin says slowly, putting down his pencil next to a dragonborne figurine and miming an exaggerated wince and flinch. "Two hours and--" he checks his Casio watch, "thirteen minutes ago when the orcs invaded. I said our dungeon master was a right man of a bastard."

Eddie softens, genuine amusement lighting their face, "I'm used to you lot cussing me out, Henderson."

"But it wasn't the swearing," Lucas says, remorse filling his voice even as he pinches Mike. The other kid yelps but quietens when Lucas leans in, heatedly whispering and Mike goes red then white in the face.

"Oh shit, I forgot."

Teeth gritted, Eddie repeats, "It's not a big deal. Now--"

"Okay," Steve interrupts again, pulling a seat over to sit next to Eddie, thighs almost touching, "then it's no skin off our nose if we start practising for you, right?"

He turns to the boys, expression pleasant for the first time, "Eddie said it's no big deal, are they right?"

Mike blinks three times before pointing to his character sheet, "Eddie should have given me experience points for the giant spider but they stiffed me."

In an uncanny echo, Eddie blinks at Mike for his word choice.

"They were right," Dustin argues. He points at Lucas, "He figured out the clue and stabbed it--" he turns his finger to Eddie, "--and so they made the right call."

Eddie blinks again with eyes that look a little moist while Lucas continues with the cues given to him by his friends. He makes a loud boinking sound, "Sucks to be you. Hey, Eddie, can I have the spear these two bozos found?"

And with that, the sound of squabbling fills the room.

Steve looks on contentedly as Eddie leans back in their throne, eyeing the boys as they confidently back the adventurers into a corner while teasing the idea of a new battle simultaneously.

Steve leans back into his small frame of a chair too, a smile playing at the sides of his mouth as he listens to his favourite people love each other in their own special ways.

[morganbritton132]

Continuing to not write a Stranger Things fic from the POV of the FBI agents spying on the party (mainly continuing from this post):

The home office in Quantico thinks this surveillance mission is going great.

The local office in Indianapolis thinks this surveillance mission is going fine.

The agents with boots on the ground have Steve Harrington staring suspiciously at them from across the street while they pretend to be the cable company.

[jamscandraw]

Happy Pri(demon)th 🌈🏳‍🌈💛💜

[transmunsons]

steddie text posts pt 4?

[fuctacles]

Eddie writing a love song about Steve, but changing the pronouns so he doesn't out them before they are ready. Steve doesn't mind it, he says he quite likes it, so Eddie starts calling him feminine terms. It becomes a thing, which turns into an awakening, and soon the pronouns in the song are accurate.

[shroomiethefrogwhisperer]

why are humans like this?

Zzgnaru and Karen are walking through the downtown area of Karen's home city. Zzgnaru notices a shop whose sign reads "Tattoo and Piercing." Xey are confused.

"Karen, what is a 'Tattoo and Piercing?'" Xey ask, pointing one of their tentacles at the building. Karen blinks at xem for a moment, and bursts out laughing. She gestures to her arms, which are covered in artistic markings.

"Tattoos are basically just permanent body art. I have over twenty. And piercings are a type of body jewelry." Zzgnaru is still confused. Karen tugs xem into the shop, where a person lies on a table, an artist working on a caterpillar tattoo.

Zzgnaru starts. "Is-is that a needle?" Karen nods. "So you aren't born with those?" Xey ask, shocked. "Yep. And piercings are where you use a needle to put small gems and stuff into your skin. Not permanently, you can take them out." Karen explains.

The person on the table looks up, and recognition flashes over their face. "Karen? Izzat you?" Karen looks over at them, surprised. "Moss? What the fuck, girlypop? I thought you had joined a space crew?" Moss shakes their head, sighing. "Rosatttiiia kicked me off the ship. Said I was 'too confusing.'"

Karen laughs. "Moss, babygirl, you are confusing. You're the most gremlin-y person I've ever met." Moss huffs. Then, Zzgnaru butts in. "Does that hurt?" Xey ask, motioning to the needle. Moss shakes their head. "Nope, not really."

Later, back on the ship, Zzgnaru rants to Steve and two of the Penaconian crew members about how humans are crazy. "The ones with the patterns aren't normal? The unmarked ones aren't albino? What the crap is this, Steve? First Karen bleeds from her genitalia, now this?"

Steve ends up showing them his singular tattoo and explaining that they have ways to ease the pain.

[deoidesign]

Happy pride from Adam and Steve, my t4t gay vampire and werewolf!!!

They're from my webcomic. It's good. I'm not biased. It's funny and gentle and they time travel to a new location every full moon, where there's a new little mystery to solve!

[softspace-fics]

Icky feelings

Honestly hope you guys like this. I'm sorry for my absence, my life has somehow spiraled since Christmas!

Smaller story!

Masterlist - all my work!

Warnings ⚠️: Icky feelings, fluff CG!Stucky x Gn!Little reader

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The small patter of your feet is heard from the hallway as you make your way to the living room, a small frown on your face. Today has gone relatively well, but everything just felt.. wrong. The icky feeling washed over your body and nothing was solving it.

Toys, videos, favorite songs, dancing, puzzles, nothing could spark that feeling of being safe and okay. So to your babas you went. The urge to just crawl in one of their arms and just rest, to try and remind your brain that you were safe and sound.

You turn the corner into your living room and see your two caregivers laying on the couch together, Papa bucky resting his head on Dada Steve's shoulder, and Dada running his hand through Papas hair. The urge to turn back and run away takes over your body as you feel like this feeling is not worth bothering the two peaceful men in front of you.

Just as you were about to turn away, your Papas eyes drift over to you and he smiles softly, looking at you softly.

"Hey darling, you need anything?"

Dada looks over to you, subtly turning his head to the side in curiosity. You mess with your fingers before softly and quietly walking over to them and just put your head on Dadas chest. They both look at eachother with a bit of worry before the help you onto their laps.

Easy questions are given as you explain to the best of your ability how you were feeling. The two super soldiers softly rub your back and kiss your cheeks as you explain, and remind you it's always okay to come tell them and how proud of you they were.

Sometimes feelings are just to overbearing to take on your own, but lucky for you, you have two babas ready to take action and help you.

[poisonouspastels]

can you believe these are statements made by the same fucking guy over 10 years apart

[cupcakeshakesnake]

No gender only blocks

[decayfreely]

Crazy that Steve Harrington is nonbinary, hard of hearing, punk, mind melded to nonbinary Robin Buckley, and dating Alive Eddie Munson. Pick a struggle come on

[lunareclipse-writes]

Steve Harrington NSFW Alphabet (Gender-neutral Reader)

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A = Aftercare

He’s incredibly attentive after sex. The second it’s over, he’s pulling you close, kissing your forehead, running warm hands over your skin. He's the type to whisper “you okay?” and “did I hurt you at all?” while already reaching for water, snacks, a warm towel. He thrives on cuddles and making sure you’re comfortable and loved.

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B = Body Part

On himself: He’s secretly proud of his hair (obviously), but in the bedroom? It’s his arms. He likes when you grab his biceps, hold onto him, scratch at his back—it makes him feel strong and wanted.

On you: Your thighs. Loves grabbing them, pushing them apart, resting his head there, biting them lightly. Worships them.

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C = Cum

He’s messy—likes to finish on your stomach or chest, where he can see it. Groans when it drips. But if you’re into it, he’s also very into cumming inside you and watching it slowly leak out. He’ll blush about it later, but in the moment? Filthy.

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D = Dirty Secret

He’s had daydreams of you and him getting caught. Not full-on public sex, but maybe making out way too heavily behind Family Video or grinding up against each other in a bathroom at a party. The risk gets him off.

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E = Experience

He’s well-practiced—but it’s not just about numbers. He pays attention. He’s gotten good by caring about your reactions and memorizing every sound you make. Experienced enough to know what he’s doing, humble enough to still ask, “this okay?” with every shift.

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F = Favorite Position

Missionary—with your legs hooked around his waist, so he can kiss you deeply and watch your face. But also loves cowgirl (any variation), because he adores watching you ride him.

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G = Goofy

He can get silly—muttering playful comments, smirking if something awkward happens—but when things get heated? That golden retriever grin gets wiped off real quick. He’s laser-focused, breathy, and desperate.

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H = Hair

Keeps it trimmed but not bare—natural and soft, like the rest of him. He’s not obsessive about grooming, but he keeps it clean, neat, and nice-smelling.

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I = Intimacy

Romantic as hell. Candlelight, slow music, whispered “you’re so beautiful”s. He’ll cup your cheek mid-thrust and kiss your knuckles. Making love with Steve feels like being worshipped, not just wanted.

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J = Jack Off

He does it—especially if he’s been thinking about you all day. His favorite way to finish is imagining your voice, or the exact face you make when you come.

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K = Kink

Praise kink, 100%. He needs to be told he’s good, that you feel good, that you love what he’s doing. Also has a slight breeding kink, even if pregnancy isn’t possible. Just the idea of cumming in you, filling you up—gets him going.

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L = Location

His bed, 100%, with soft sheets and music playing. But he’s also had some memorable car sex in the back of his BMW. Something about the cramped heat and fogged-up windows really does it for him.

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M = Motivation

Your voice. You moaning his name, sighing, laughing, even arguing—it flips a switch in him. Also: your smell, the way your hips sway, you wearing his clothes. Instant boner.

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N = No

Anything degrading or involving humiliation. He can dirty talk, but he’s not into anything that makes you feel less than adored. Anything mean-spirited? Shut down immediately.

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O = Oral

He loves giving. Like, loves it. Will spend ages between your legs with a determined look in his eyes and messy, drool-slicked lips. He moans while going down, makes it about you. Receiving? Loves that too—grips the sheets, praises you breathlessly, tries not to buck his hips too hard.

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P = Pace

Usually starts slow, teasing, sensual. But once you’re both worked up? It’s deep, fast, and needy. He gets this rhythm that’s borderline desperate—frantic thrusts with sweet words in your ear.

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Q = Quickie

Totally down for them. Before work, during lunch, if you’re alone in the house for five minutes—he’s grabbing you, palming you through your clothes, asking “can I have you, just real quick?”

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R = Risk

He’s not extreme, but he does get turned on by risky timing or places. He’d try something new if you brought it up—likes experimenting with you, because it’s fun and sexy and intimate.

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S = Stamina

Can go 2-3 rounds in one night if you rile him up. He lasts a decent amount, especially the first time—unless you touch him a certain way or talk dirty, then he might blow embarrassingly fast. He’ll make up for it with his mouth, no question.

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T = Toys

Curious about toys, especially ones that stimulate you. Vibrators? Yes. He loves holding one on you while he fucks you. He doesn’t use toys on himself much, but if you pull one out? He’ll watch. Eyes locked the whole time.

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U = Unfair

He can tease, especially if he’s feeling cocky. Will grind against you without taking off your clothes, whisper in your ear, kiss your neck—until you’re whining. But he’s not cruel. He wants to make you come, even if he takes his time doing it.

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V = Volume

Steve is loud. Moans, gasps, breathy “fuck”s, your name over and over. He praises constantly—“You feel so good,” “That’s it, baby,” “You’re perfect”—and when he’s close? It’s a growl in your ear.

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W = Wild Card

He’s definitely jerked off in the shower while thinking about you wearing his Scoops Ahoy shorts. He still has them. You found them once, and he turned redder than a tomato.

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X = X-ray

Not huge, but thick. Around 6.5–7 inches, with a curve that hits just right. He keeps it clean, and he knows how to use it—especially when paired with his hips and mouth.

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Y = Yearning

His sex drive is high, but not uncontrollable. He’s just needy in a soft way—always touching, always kissing, always hoping it leads to more. Sometimes he just wants to be close. Sometimes? He wants to rail you into next week.

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Z = Zzz

Falls asleep pretty fast—especially if you’re curled into his chest. But not before checking on you, peppering your skin with sleepy kisses, and mumbling, “You’re everything to me.”

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“Late Shift”

Steve Harrington x GN!Reader

Tags: Established relationship, soft but desperate smut, praise, oral (receiving), missionary, light teasing, post-coital cuddles.

~1.6k words.

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It always starts the same—with your back pressed to the Family Video counter, lights dimmed, door locked, and Steve crowding into your space like he needs you.

“Missed you all day,” he breathes against your neck, his fingers sliding under your shirt, skimming your waist. His mouth is warm and soft, kissing a path up to your jaw. “Didn’t even get a chance to touch you this morning. Thought I was gonna lose my mind.”

You grin, teasing. “Did you jerk off in the break room again?”

His laugh is muffled against your skin, but he bites your shoulder lightly in retaliation. “You are evil.”

His hands grow bolder as he presses you further back onto the counter, tugging your shirt up, trailing kisses down your chest. You’re already pulsing between your legs just from his touch—he always does this, ignites you from nothing like a match struck in the dark.

“Let me make it up to you,” he murmurs, kneeling, dragging your pants and underwear down in one smooth motion.

“Steve—someone could—”

“It’s 10:40. Nobody’s coming.” His voice is lower now, darker. “Except you.”

His hands settle on your thighs, spreading them gently. You can feel the warmth of his breath against your sex. And then—his mouth. Hot, wet, hungry. He groans into you like he’s been starving.

You toss your head back with a gasp, fingers threading through that perfect, soft hair. “Steve—fuck—”

He looks up at you with blown pupils and slick lips, worshipful and wrecked. “You taste so good. Can’t get enough of you.”

His tongue works slow, deliberate circles, alternating pressure with maddening precision. He moans every time you twitch, dragging you closer to the edge just to pull you back again. His hands grip your thighs, thumbs drawing soft strokes into your skin, grounding you even as he unravels you.

It doesn’t take long.

You come with a cry, trembling, legs closing around his head as he holds you through it, sucking you gently until you can’t take anymore. He kisses the inside of your thigh as you breathe through it, like you’re the most precious thing he’s ever touched.

When you finally slide off the counter, Steve’s already standing, lips swollen, flushed and hard in his jeans.

“Need you,” he whispers, leaning in for a kiss that’s all tongue and heat and desperation. “Need to be inside you. Please.”

“Then take me,” you murmur against his mouth.

You end up bent over the little couch in the break room, your body pliant under him as he pushes inside. He starts slow—he always does—but it doesn’t take long for him to lose rhythm, panting into your shoulder.

“You feel so good—so tight—fuck, baby—”

He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you up against him so he can reach deeper. The new angle makes you both moan, the slap of skin on skin echoing in the small room. He’s whispering praise in your ear between kisses.

“Perfect—so perfect—always take me so well—god, I love you—”

You’re both close, the pressure building unbearably fast, and when you clench around him, he shudders.

“Don’t—fuck, I’m gonna—”

“Inside,” you whisper. “Want it—need you to come inside.”

He groans loudly, biting down on your shoulder as he thrusts in one final time and spills inside you with a moan that vibrates through your whole body.

You collapse forward onto the couch, shaking, and Steve follows, collapsing half on top of you, both of you breathing hard.

“Holy shit,” he mutters against your skin. “You’re gonna kill me.”

You laugh weakly. “That was you, Harrington.”

After a moment, he kisses your temple, shifting to gently pull out. He stands slowly, tugging his pants up just enough to waddle off and grab some paper towels from the tiny kitchen area.

“Don’t move. I got you.”

You lie there, sore and blissed-out, while he carefully cleans you up, his touch soft and sweet. He helps you back into your clothes, then pulls you into his lap on the couch.

You curl against his chest, breathing in the mix of sweat and cheap cologne and something just so Steve.

“Next time,” he says, pressing a kiss to your hair, “we’re doing this at home. With, like, real pillows. And candles. And maybe a bed.”

You hum contentedly, fingers idly brushing over his chest. “You’re such a sap.”

He grins. “Yeah. But I’m your sap.”

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Masterlist

[deleteyas]

stranger things text postsss lalalala (made by me, the background images/tumblr posts are from pinterest)

also yes there's enby robin buckley. i love enby robin buckley. great hc, 10/10. also psst i have more posts that i can't fit on here so those will be out by tomorrow!!

[stevieweek]

UPDATE!

Based on the poll results,

Stevie Week will take place on June 22-28th.

You can give prompt ideas/requests in the comments of this post or through the inbox. The prompt list will be ready by the end of April.

Meanwhile, don't forget the Stobin event and Pride bingo sign-ups at @genderthings 🩷

[mugloversonly]

Acceptance

For @steddiemicrofic prompt "dress"

wc: 350 | rating:G | dysphoria mention

ao3

summary: Eddie and Steve are going on their first date, but Eddie can't get their dress to lay right.

Eddie looked at themselves in the mirror, with a frown. No matter what they did, the dress wouldn’t lay right. It was their first date with Steve tonight and they hoped to impress him. Groaning, they pulled on their hoodie and headed to Steve’s.

Steve grinned as he opened the door, but it quickly fell when he took Eddie in. “Hey? What’s wrong?”

“I have to cancel our date.” Eddie said softly. Steve pulled them into the house.

“Can I ask why?” Steve asked. Eddie took a deep breath, Steve’s been cool about this in the past, hopefully this wouldn’t send him running for the hills.

“My chest is...” They admitted quietly. “No matter what I put on, or how I stand, it’s too much...I’m sorry, Stevie.” Eddie’s eyes welled up and tears ran down their face.

“Hey, it’s okay.” Steve reassured as he wiped their eyes. “Anything I can do to help?” He asked. He liked Eddie a lot and would roll with anything they threw at him.

“Do you have a magic wand?” Eddie joked with a wet chuckle.

“I don’t have a magic wand, but I do have something.” Steve said as he got up from the couch and sprinted up the stairs.

Less than a minute later, Steve came barreling back down with a wrapped package in hand. He handed it to Eddie victoriously.

“What’s this?” Eddie asked as they took the box.

“It was supposed to be your birthday gift, but I think you need it now.” Steve said. They tore off the paper and opened the garment box. At first it looked like a normal tank top, but when they pulled it out

“You...got me a binder?” Eddie asked in shock.

“Happy birthday” Steve said sheepishly. Eddie jumped to their feet, and kissed him enthusiastically, nearly knocked them off their feet. They ran into the nearest bathroom and put it on under their dress. As they stared at themselves they smiled.

“The date? Back on.” They giggled when they walked out to Steve. “Thank you” they whispered tears of joy falling down their face.