#IM USED TO STEDDIE OK

[stervrucht]

Ronance won the poll so there✨

[taintedcigs]

𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐃彡

rockstar!steddie x reader

summary: dating two rockstars is fun, except when you get caught breaking their rules, and your punishment ends up in the form of some festive fun — tied up with christmas lights.

warnings: smut smut smut, minors DNI, p in v, creampie, unprotected (wrap it up irl im so serious), spanking, punishment?, daddy kink (but its so very light do not look at me im so seriously embarrassed), oral (m receiving, good old bj), kinda rough, dom/sub dynamics, mean!dom!eddie, mean!dom!steve no use of ‘y/n’, degrading, praises, nicknames!

authors note: the banner thingy of this is making me laugh i tried ok. graphic design is my PASSION.

Taming brats. 

That was something Eddie was really fucking good at. 

Expert even, especially after he started dating you. And once Steve was thrown into the mix, you were unstoppable.

Acting out more than usual, being a teasing little slut.

It all happened with a drunken night out after their show, three-way kissing, and hours of making each other cum led to one realization; the three of you worked perfectly, and you and your boyfriend were more than okay to open up the relationship to Steve. 

To Steve it was all so exciting, this new dynamic, the fun stuff the three of you tried, the punishments, the edging, the overstimulation, all the new kinks, intrigued him to no end. Yet, Steve still had one problem; he wasn’t that good at being a dominant. 

Whether it was him apologizing to you and not being able to fully punish you, him letting you be bratty, or him letting some of your actions go unpunished just because you looked at him all prettily. 

It wasn’t that he didn’t like being a dominant, he did, he really fucking did. So much so that he was doing everything he could to not fuck it up and make you and Eddie proud.  

It was that he was just very new to this, while Eddie had his fair share of kinky sex stories, and so did you, all Steve had were some hookups here and there, the groupies he had weren’t that interesting; the wildest thing he ever did was some dirty talk, and maybe getting his dick sucked at a public bathroom. This was a brand new territory he was trying to get adjusted to. 

The two of you were more than okay with helping him adjust to it all. Eddie loved teaching Steve about you and your body, what you enjoyed, what made you squirm, what made you instantly cum and of course; how exactly to punish you the right way. It all sounded perfect as an idea, but Steve could never execute it well. 

Whether it was because of those puppy eyes you did, or the whines that he drew from your mouth anytime he tried to put you in your place, or the begging and the sweet-talking, Steve didn’t have it in his heart to go all the way, which earned him the ‘soft daddy’ tittle you giggly called him all the time. 

So, Eddie wanted to teach him how to do it properly, in a way that was enjoyable and comfortable for all three of you, clearly, he knew you better than Steve did, and he knew his sort of punishments were always something you took pleasure out of, so he wanted to show Steve that, make him realize how good it made you feel, and how the dynamic truly worked. 

And this was the perfect time to show him, especially when you broke one of the most important rules. 

Steve sat on the edge of the bed with his arms crossed against his chest, disappointed, angrier than you ever saw him, you with your head drooped low and your hands behind your back, and Eddie with that goddamned smirk on his lips leaning against the wall, tilting your chin upwards with a tut. 

You were naked, fingers still coated with your juices, a slight guilt flashing across your eyes​​—but not really. Because you wanted to be caught, you wanted this punishment. Wanted the attention. 

Especially when both of them were so busy with work since New Year’s was coming up. They were either at gigs or at the studio, not even letting you come with them because you were ‘too distracting’.  

So, once again when they left for the studio, you had an idea. An idea that would surely bring out a mean punishment, yet the best pleasure. 

The second you heard the door getting unlocked, you were naked, laying on the bed, turning on your vibrator, knowing that once you let out a few slight gasps, the two of them would end up in the room, and all of their attention would be on you. 

“Eds, I swear I—I didn’t even cum!” You muttered with a whine. 

Eddie barked out a chuckle, mocking you. “That doesn’t mean shit, baby, rules are rules.”

“Steve!” You whined all brattily, turning to him with a pout, expecting to earn some sympathy from him, because you always did. Yet, there was something different this time, a darkness his gaze didn’t possess until now, you’d be lying if it didn’t make you rub your thighs together in excitement. 

“Don’t think you can try to get out of this one by sweet-talking me doll, not gonna work,” Steve mumbled, the nickname rolling off his tongue with all the pent-up anger. 

“Now we have to punish you.” He narrowed his gaze, making you swallow. Shit, he’d have to cave eventually, right? Because this was Steve. 

“And I’m sure, that’s what you wanted, isn’t it? Our attention?” You don’t answer, knowing that anything coming from your mouth could get you more into trouble, and Eddie scoffed at the state of you, that devilish grin playing on his lips. 

“Steve, honey, can you get those Christmas lights?” He asked sweetly, a smile flashed his way, and nothing but a scowl flashed yours. 

“L—lights?” You asked with a pout. Fuck, lights meant trouble, because you hated how tight they were, and you hated not being able to touch them. 

“Yeah, have to bring out the big guns, you’ve been so bratty lately. Such a shame too, because you were doing so good honey, when was the last time you were all tied up?” He quizzed mockingly, face inches away from yours. 

“I don’t remember.” You mumbled.

“Aha, that’s why we need it back, and so that I can teach Steve how to tie our little slut up, isn’t that right?” As if on cue, Steve came back with a grin, the long string of Christmas lights in his embrace. 

“Thank you, baby,” Eddie hummed excitedly, pressing a harsh kiss on Steve’s lips, flushing his cheeks a salmon pink, before he made a show of the strings of light, wrapping it around his hand, and grinning while he made his way over to you. 

Steve sat on the edge of the bed again, and Eddie motioned toward you. “Lie down on Steve’s lap, face down.” With a quick huff, you obeyed, crawling over his lap, making a show of it as you wiggled your ass in the air, enjoying the low hisses from both men. 

“Arms behind your back, slut,” He hisses, and you’re quick to obey, crossing your arms over your back, watching as he plugs the lights into the outlet, a grin overtaking his face as they light up. 

He stretches them forward before he begins tying you up, twisting them around your arms, making sure your wrists are steadily restrained, before he loops them around your hips and your legs, making sure it has a tight hold on you. 

“Look how pretty you look like this.” He grins, watching the way the Christmas lights illuminate your skin as he lands a harsh smack on your bare flesh, and you yelp dramatically over it, skin burning with the impact. You try your best not to giggle, not to make him know that you’re enjoying this, because you want the punishment to be over as soon as possible. 

You need to cum. And you know Eddie can, and will edge you till’ however long he wants, so as much fun as it is to be a brat, you need to behave, for these next ten minutes, or try to seduce Steve in some way, you knew he tried to be tough, but you always managed to break him. 

Eddie kneels next to you, while Steve squeezes your ass, his cock stirring more and more you whimper for him. “Steve’s gonna spank you five times,” Eddie taunts with a grin, and you nod, trying to ignore the flutters in your stomach the more you feel Steve’s grabby hands. 

“That is unless you want some more?” Eddie challenges with a raise of his brow.

“N—no!” 

“Good girl,” he praises, and fuck, does that make your stomach instantly tumble. 

“Make it rough, Steve, she enjoys that shit,” he spits, fingers teasingly dancing around your shoulder. 

“She sees you as her soft daddy, she thinks you can’t really punish her, you gotta show her that you own her, too,” Eddie mocks with a slight grin, enjoying the way Steve’s gaze is overblown with lust now. 

“Is that right, honey?” Steve hisses, all mean and biting. Something you haven’t seen to this length, something that was making you so intrigued that you could barely speak. 

“Nuh-uh,” you hummed, head dipped into the couch, before Steve had a harsh grip on your chin, making you face him. Chocolate gaze growing darker, and pupils blown wide. 

“Need you to count for me, honey, can you do that?” You nodded, quick and obedient, and Steve was starting to understand how good it felt, to have you surrender to him, his cock stirring at your doe-eyes. 

His hand raises in the air, the smack of it much softer than Eddie’s, but still rough enough that you feel the sting, a warm feeling overtaking your flesh, causing you to yelp at the unexpected intrusion. 

“You can be rougher, baby,” Eddie encourages, enjoying that pure hunger in Steve’s amber hues, and he’s quick to nod. 

“I thought you said you could count, slut. Is that pretty little head of yours so full with the thought of our cocks that you forgot to count all of a sudden, doll?” The nicknames roll off his lips like a warning, tone so coarse that you immediately tense up, apologetic gaze meeting his dark ones.

“S—sorry, Stevie,” you muttered, his sudden dominance making your body tremble, and your cheeks flush with heat. “O—one.” 

“That wasn’t so hard now, was it?” He coos, hand smoothing over your reddened skin, reveling the way you shudder under his touch. 

He spanks you again, and another yelp falls out of your lips, this time much harder than before, you can fully feel the pain, and Eddie watches the two of you in awe.

“Two.” 

His hand gropes your ass again, massaging over your heated skin, and once again, harsh smack lands on your marked-up flesh, much rougher, but easing the second he carefully traces over it. 

“T—three,” you mutter, moaning into the pillows your head was smushed in. 

You feel another hand join Steve’s, but your attempts to look up at Eddie are turned down when he tuts, “Focus on your punishment.” 

His fingers are teasing as they make their way up to your trembling thighs, drawing whiney breaths from you. He uses his index fingers to spread you apart, both him and Steve groaning at the sight of your puffy clit. 

His fingers find their way inside of you, earning shaky moans while you try to push yourself back onto him, to have more, to feel that fullness, and all Steve does is chuckle at you, at how pathetic you want them both, rutting against Eddie’s fingers while you moan. 

And just as you’re about to beg for more, beg to have both of their cocks, two harsh slaps land on your ass, one on both cheeks, the two boys grinning devilishly as they watch the way their handprints mark your ass. 

“Four,” you mumble, words scrambled together when all you want is more from them, the mocking making you wetter and wetter. Especially when Steve is being all mean for the first time.

“You didn’t think it’d be that easy, sweetheart, did you?” Steve mocks with a pout, and you moan into the pillow again. 

Steve kneads your sensitive skin, while Eddie’s fingers are still inside of you, your ass is burning, but it feels so good that you can’t help the whines that leave your mouth. 

“Such a fuckin’ slut for us, aren’t ya? Soaking my fingers just for being spanked, told you she likes it rough, Stevie.” Eddie pushes his fingers fully inside of your walls, thumb toying with your clit, so agonizingly slow that you bite down on the pillow, incoherent babbles leaving your lips. 

You need this punishment to be over so that you can have both of them, it’s so pathetically overwhelming and teasing that you don’t even realize what you’re begging for, just when you’re about to push back on his fingers again, the roughest slap comes, and you cry out at the impact. 

You’re sure your ass is practically burning now, but it feels so good that you’ve basically already melted into the sheets, body feeling frail with how turned on you really are. And, thankfully this was the last.

“Five!” You wail out with excitement filling your tummy, Eddie’s fingers slip outside of you with that, you’re too fucked out to register any of it, the pain subsiding and fast to turn into pleasure when Steve is kneading your firey flesh, it has you feeling so painfully empty that you’re looking at Steve with pouty lips and a desperate gaze. 

“Good girl,” Steve praises, pressing a sloppy kiss on your bruised skin, and you whimper at the cold feeling, cheeks fluttering at the much needed praise. 

“N—need more, please,” you mutter, it’s a long shot, and by the way they’ve both been so mean, you knew neither their teasing nor the punishment was going to end soon. But, fuck, were you desperate. 

Steve barks out a laugh, it’s evil, and just as mocking as you’d expect, but not from Steve. Eddie looks almost as surprised, but so very proud, because both of you want this dynamic to work, and for Steve to be in this as much as the two of you are, and it looks like it’s finally working. 

“So fuckin’ mouthy today, aren’t ya?” He coaxed, picking you up to roll you over to the bed, hands grabby before he turned to Eddie. 

“I think we should put those pretty lips to use, baby, what do y’think?” Steve quipped, gazing at Eddie with the need for approval, and Eddie’s cock stirred at the both of you. 

Steve submitting to him, still taking a bit of control to dominate you. Fuck, this was exactly what he wanted. 

“Get on all fours for your daddies, pretty girl,” Steve hummed, leaving a playful smack on your already marked-up ass while you yelped, pussy clenching around on nothing. 

“Do you know how fucking hot you are when you order her around like this?” Eddie groaned, his hand gathering curls at the nape of his neck, gripping it tightly to pull him in for a kiss, all teeth, and no mercy. Greedily sucking at each other’s tongues, ignoring all of your squirming. 

You’re so unbelievably wet and you need something, anything. Seeing the two boys kiss is not doing you any good, so you just mewl with such desperation that both of them break apart from the kiss with a dark gaze. 

“I said all fours,” Steve hisses, but you pout, struggling to stand while your hands are tied behind your back, and your body is wrapped around the lights, making your skin glow in the best way possible. 

“Aww, can’t do it on your own, sweetheart?” Eddie taunts with a pout, and you’re quick to nod. 

“You need our help, baby?”

“P—please,” you muttered, almost embarrassed.

“You want your daddies to fill all your holes is that it, slut?” You nodded vigorously. 

“Don’t be a fuckin’ brat, speak up,” Steve chimed in. 

“Y—yes, please, please I need both of you, need both of you to fuck me, please—” your rambling was cut off by Eddie’s dark chuckle. 

“God, so fuckin’ desperate, should we give her what she wants, Stevie?” He nodded off toward Steve, a mocking pout on his lips. 

“I do want to punish her more… but I also need that pretty little mouth wrapped around my cock, she’s been too mouthy lately, don’t ya think, Munson?” Steve groaned loudly at the thought. 

“Mhmm, and I should fuck her pathetic little pussy, show her who really owns her, yea?” Eddie grinned toward you. 

“You definitely should, does she think she can make herself cum better than we do?” Steve asked tauntingly. 

“N—no I don’t! P—please need both of you s’bad, ‘m sorry, I won’t touch myself again, daddies, I promise,” you cried out, desperate, enough to have both of their cocks ache with the need to fuck you. 

“You’ll be sorry, sweetheart, we’ll make sure of it.” Both of them were quick to get rid of their clothes, joining you on the bed, Eddie holding you by your hips, and Steve steadying you by your shoulders, both sets of angry red tips facing your holes. Eagerness ignites a fire in your entire body. 

“God, I was going to stretch you out a little bit, but look at you sweetheart, practically gushin’ for me and we barely did anything.” Eddie grins, fingers toying with your soaked clit, and you whimper loudly, looking up at Steve with hooded eyes, excitedly waiting to get what you were promised for, your entire body feels like it’s on fire, everywhere they touch burns, and you want nothing more than to have them fuck you, anywhere and everywhere. 

Steve barely jerked his erected cock before he dragged it over your lips, smearing his beaded pre-cum all over, mixing with your gloss. Starving, you were quick to lick it all away, that salty taste coated your tongue and you hummed. 

Fuck, fuck, fuck. He almost lost it there and then.

“God, she’s soakin’ my fingers, Stevie.” Eddie moaned, relishing in the squelching sounds your pussy made the more his fingers entered inside of you.

“Please,” you whispered, desperately pushing back on his fingers, trying to get more. 

You turned your head as best as you could. “Please, daddy. Fuck me.” Your tone was sultry, making Eddie groan. 

“And, please, fuck my mouth daddy, I deserve it,” you muttered, this time faux innocent gaze at Steve’s, his mouth hanging open, eyes lulling as he looked down on you. 

With a slight groan, “Open up,” he ordered, and you opened your mouth eagerly, while he dragged his aching cock inside, watching the way you quickly wrapped your lips around his length, sucking on it greedily.

“Her mouth is heavenly, Munson, you need to fuck her while I’m fuckin’ her mouth,” Steve groaned loudly when you bobbed up and down. 

“Open her up, Eddie, really fuck her, use her like the little slut she is.” That was all the encouragement Eddie needed, his fingers left your hole with a slick sound, emptiness making you whine around Steve’s cock. 

You didn’t have much time, or even the space to complain with Steve’s cock hammered into your mouth. You couldn’t see Eddie but you could feel him shift behind you, his hot tip teasing against your entrance, pre-cum smearing all over your clit, making you whimper crazily around Steve’s cock, driving him further into a pleasure he didn’t know existed.

You were at your fucking limit. Only when the head of his cock teased against your slit that you let out a sigh of relief. He pushed his cock inside, the hold he had on your waist was bruisingly rough. 

He pushed and pushed his way inside, cock slipping easily through your soaked folds. 

Shit, shit, shit. 

It always amazed you how fucking big and thick he was, stretching you out in every way possible. 

His groans were guttural, and so were Steve’s, especially when his hands wrapped around your hair halting his cock into your mouth, realizing you were too fucked out to do it properly. 

“So sloppy when you get your holes filled,” Steve tutted, “fucking love it when you go all dumb on our cocks like this, such a perfect little cock sleeve for us, aren’t you? Just waiting to be used by your daddies, hmm?” He hummed, eyes stuck on you when he yanked you by your hair again, pumping his cock further into your mouth. 

You whimpered in an attempt to nod, crying out once Eddie pushed in deeper inside of you, cunt clamping around him and so very willing. Your pussy was his. 

And you felt full, so fucking full.

“Shit, shit, fuck! She’s so fuckin’ warm and tight, Steve.” Eddie grunted, voice ragged, his weight on top of you, as he poised all the way inside of you, and you tried your best to adjust to his cock. But, fuck, did he always stretch you out, make you feel all of him. 

“Jesus, baby, look how perfectly your holes are taking our cocks, it’s like you were made for us, huh?” Steve almost growled, fucking your mouth with ease while he enjoyed the way you gagged around his cock, tear-streaked cheeks, and looking up at him with those alluring eyes. 

All three of you were about to fucking lose it. It was all too much, all so fucking good, making your body feel like jelly while they manhandled you in the best way possible. 

He slammed into you rougher, not stopping until he was sure you were full of him, same with Steve, filling you all the way in. You felt achy in the best way possible, and their grunts sounded lewd and angelic at the same time. 

He pulled out and slammed back in. Just as brutal but his hips picked up speed, the more he fucked into you, the more you took Steve into your mouth. Creating the perfect harmony between the three of you. 

You felt like you were going to explode, mind going hazy with everything. And of fucking course Eddie could tell, with the way you were squirming, thighs shuddering, and your tender pussy gripping his dick nicely. 

Your mewls and whines were muffled by Steve’s cock slammed down your throat. “Shit, honey, are you gonna cum already?” Eddie asked with a low groan. 

You nodded, as best as you could with Steve’s hold, eyes pleading, begging, so fucking desperate that neither of them wanted to hold you off. 

Besides, your punishment wasn’t edging tonight. 

“Pretty girl, cum for us, baby, soak Eddie’s dick,” Steve grunted, teeth grinding together, just barely holding all of it. It was making him feral watching the way Eddie’s thick cock plunged into you, while you took his cock into your mouth, like the good fucking girl you were. 

He almost looked at Eddie for approval, and he nodded quickly. “Cum for us, sweetheart.” His words were all the encouragement you needed. Muffled noises tumbled from your mouth as Eddie’s cock hit spots you didn’t even know existed and brought you over the edge. Your orgasm ripped through you, pussy shuddering around Eddie’s cock.  

“Our perfect girl, cumming just from us using your holes, shit,” Steve cursed, desperate to give you all of his load, make sure you never spilled a fucking drop of it.  

“God, she’s so fuckin’ tight when she cums, Steve, don’t think I’m gonna last,” Eddie growled, his thrusts dramatic, enough to have the bed creaking with a squeaky noise.

“Come with me, baby, let’s fill her up at the same time, hmm?” Steve grunted.

“Yeah, you’d like that, baby? You’d want your daddies to fill all your holes?” He taunted with your chin in his hands, Eddie’s rough hold on you was making it harder to focus, you just came but you simultaneously needed more. They were so fucking addicting. 

“Shit, you’re so fuckin’ perfect, sweetheart, I’m gonna fuckin—” Eddie rambled, so deep inside of you that you whimpered around Steve’s cock, making him grunt like a madman. 

“Me too, Munson, shit!”

“Gonna give you so much of my cum you’ll never get it out of you, princess, fuck!” It was a promise, his thrusts were brutal, bruising, and fucking divine. 

“S—shit baby, I’m—fuck! I wanna see you swallow all of my load, not one fuckin’ drop—oh fuck!” Steve added.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Both of them yelled in almost perfect sync. Thick cum filled inside of your walls and shot down your throat, it looked like Steve was too fucked out to tell you to swallow, and you beat him to it, sucking him dry with an exaggerated humming sound. 

Eddie was still unloading inside of you, seed spilled so deeply that it made you feel so warm, making his eyes roll to the back of his head. Both of their cocks and cum filling your holes, darkened gazes staring down at you, and it felt fucking amazing. 

You loved the little praises, the ‘good girl’ and ‘perfect girl’ they uttered before they placed thousands of kisses over your skin. Yet, you were nowhere near done, no, this was just a little taste. And you were hungry. 

“A—are you going to untie me now?” You asked, unwillingly, bringing that desire spark back into both of their gaze in an instant.

“Oh, sweetheart, you thought we were done?” That mocking voice was back like it never left, and you couldn’t help the way excitement pooled your tummy again. Shit, they were fucking good. 

“You wanted to cum, didn’t you? We’ll make sure you’ll cum, over and over, creaming our cock till you physically fucking can’t anymore.” Steve added, both of them grinning like a Cheshire cat, knowing there was so much more to your punishment. 

[servicetopeddiemunson]

i have to say this so bad but I hate it when people make eddie feminine and pretty and slender or slim like that man is kinda ugly and I say that with as much love as possible, he is so ugly it's cute, he has such broad shoulders, hes got kinda an awkward walk like it makes me think of smeagol from lotr, his voice is DEEP, he is a MAN, his hair??? is a mess. like he sincerely needs to brush it and use some conditioner, it looks like a birds nest. he bows for women to walk ahead of him, he dramatically falls to the floor to make a pretty cheerleader laugh, steve is probably a little under ONE inch taller than him, I think eddie might be a little thicker than steve but if he isn't he definitely isn't slimer than steve, like you guys are literally making your own oc based off of eddie at this point which it is what it is, fandom and fanart has no rules, I can't tell anyone what to do, I'm literally being a hypocrite bc i do the same shit with some of my blorbos but I'm still gonna bitch and complain bc it's soso unoriginal and boring to keep making this long haired man the way y'all keep making him and it's annoying that it's so POPULAR.

ive been in fandom for 12 years, i have seen some shit, and nothing else has really disappointed me in the way that the eddie munson/steddie/steve harrington fan base has disappointed me. y'all ran off one of my favorite fic authors bc she thought differently than you, its disgusting.

ok im done having my temper tantrum i think

[littlemisssatanist]

on the topic of alicent's sexuality

ok ok so this is a little late but if im going to be honest, ive completely lost any interest in hotd when the first episode came out and its taken a little bit to get back into it. i already mentioned this in a twitter gc when the first alicole leaks came out but i wanted to put it into better words for tumblr.

foreword: i am a lesbian.

a lot of people on twitter, specifically rhaenicents, were up in arms about the alicole leaks because they couldnt understand the idea that alicent isnt a lesbian. now, i understand having a headcanon and it being disproven by canon. i understand the struggles rhaenicents went through against daemyras when the first season came out, because i was a rhaenicent also. im not a rhaenicent anymore (id call myself more interested in alicole, but im still a multishipper).

however, the idea that theres no way in hell alicent could ever be bisexual really rubs me the wrong way. i wont even get into all the undercover biphobia that had been going on on twitter when these leaks first came out, but the fact that a woman fucking a man suddenly means theres no way she could ever be queer speaks volumes about how the larger hotd fandom views the bisexual community. this is already a very large and ongoing problem within the community, the fight against homophobes and biphobes that you 'have to choose a side' and that if you have a straight-passing relationship automatically means you are straight. the idea that alicent can only be a lesbian or straight pushes this bad notion further.

now, lets get into why rhaenicents are so desperate to have alicent be a lesbian. i get it. you want lgbt representation in mainstream media, i do too. i want to see myself represented in media, i place headcanons about many characters sexualities all the time. the difference is that i understand the difference between headcanon and canon. imo, many rhaenicents desperately want lesbian alicent to be a canon thing, instead of settling for headcanons and fanfiction and fanon. i understand that too. i understand the want to have canon lesbian representation; however they have to come to the realization that hotd was never meant to be lgbt representation. laenor's storyline was included because it was in the original book, and it was stated outright that he was gay. rhaenicent was always the make of the show, it was never stated to be canon in either show OR book, and thats why it will never be canon.

im not saying that to be mean. im saying that because thats how it is. hotd is not supposed to be lgbt representation, its meant to be an adaptation of fire and blood (and i have my own thoughts about how well thats going, but thats not the point of this post).

its ok for things to be headcanons. in 2023, the most popular ship on ao3 was steddie (steve harrington/eddie munson) from stranger things. is it canon? no!!! its the most popular ship because people like seeing gay people in media, regardless of whether theyre canon or not. sasunaru is the most popular ship in naruto, and theyre not canon either! they know its ok for things not to be canon; thats why fanon exists in the first place. i think rhaenicents should get used to this. this is what fandom is like. im not sure what else to tell you about that.

theres a particular argument of rhaenicents i want to talk about. 'alicents struggles in the show reflect the struggles of lesbians and comphet in the modern world.' now. as a lesbian who has struggled with comphet in the past, this argument actually annoys me a lot. alicents struggles (being forced into a marriage she didnt want, forced to have children she didnt want) stem from the fact that she is a woman in westerosi society, not because she is a lesbian.

and sure! you can headcanon that alicent is a lesbian with comphet, but the problem is that: we dont have enough insight into alicents head to be able to tell the difference between comphet and misogyny. comphet is a very personal struggle, and its different for everyone. hotd focuses not only on alicent, and we simply do not see enough of her thoughts to be able to tell.

anyways, i guess my point is this: you can headcanon whatever you want. however, the moment you start being angry at other people for viewing things differently than you is the moment i dont really care about what you think. so youre a rhaenicent?? great! wonderful! i hope you have fun. you think alicoles are stupid and attack them for shipping? i think you have absolutely no experience in fandom. if a female/male ship is enough to make you fall apart the moment you see it, then youre not going to have a lot of fun being in fandoms later on.

[justmeinadaze]

We're A Family Part 10 (Steddie X You)

A/N: I had many feels with this one. From this point forward I may start aging everyone up a bit just because I have some ideas with Steddie being girl dads and then Dylan needing them for advice all growing boys need. Im also drooling to get to teacher Steve... We also may throw another kid in there. Idk. Definitely not 6 @sidthedollface2 !!!

Warnings: ANGST and SMUT with a dash of fluff. Reader interacts with her mother which is always fun (I may also be dealing with things personal in this regard that flowed into my writing...), Reader and boys fight! I know! Its a small one though. She mentions feelings from her previous marriage and feeling like she isn't enough. Um...I think that it.

Word count: 4085

“Dada…da…da…”

“I know, sweetheart. I miss them to.”

You and Aurora were sitting on the floor of your bedroom while Dylan laid a few feet away patting the floor. 

“Come on, Ro. You can do it.” She giggled at her brother as she tried to take a step forward before falling back on her butt.

This was the fourth day in a row that the guys hadn’t been home in time for dinner. Eddie had been working late at the shop while Steve had stayed behind at school to work on a project he had due. You missed them terribly but you would never bring it up. They were both working so hard to take care of you and the kids but you’d be lying if you said there weren’t a few times you had some flashbacks to your previous marriage. 

You reminded yourself constantly that this was different. Charlie had always been out on the town with his friends or fucking other women behind your back. Eddie and Steve were both at work. You weren’t allowed to be angry…right? It’s ok though. The guys said tomorrow everything would go back to normal…right?

The sound of your phone ringing startled you back to reality. 

“Hello?”

“Hey! Is my son there?”

“Lynette? No, he isn’t and if he was I wouldn’t let you talk to him.”

She aggressively sighs. “Just like Wayne. So fucking self-righteous. I need to know if he’s going to the hearing.”

“Oh, well, I can answer that. No. Now leave him alone.”

Dylan laughed as you hung up the phone. “You’re so spicy, mom.”

“Yeah, it comes with old age.” He laughs harder as you laugh with him. “You want to watch a movie, weirdo?”

##################

Steve sighed as he quietly opened the front door to a relatively dark house. Like you had been doing all week, the kitchen light remained on illuminating the entryway enough for him so he could see. 

“Hey, Munson.”

“Harrington. You’re just walking in to I see?”

He nodded as he reached for the fridge door, softly smiling at the food you left behind for them. 

“We don’t deserve her.” As he turns back around, he notices Eddie reading the note you left behind. Even though you could text them, you always left a note on the counter giving them a play by play of the evening. The metalhead hands it to Steve as he retrieves a beer and leans against the counter. 

“Eddie and Steve,

Dylan insisted on Chinese food so I ordered you both something and left it in the fridge. He had a good day and even told me about a new girl in his class :P. I think he likes her.

Ro still hasn’t got walking down. Our son keeps calling to her like she’s a dog and all she does is laugh lol She has definitely mastered crawling for sure. I saved the lives of one of your guitars, Ed!

She asks for you guys a lot. At night while we’re watching tv, she’ll point or look around and call out for ‘dada’. She misses you two…we all do…

Eddie, baby, your mom called my phone tonight looking for you asking about the hearing. I told her you didn’t want to go. I wanted to give you a heads up just in case she tries calling you to.

I love you both so much,

Y/N <3 “

“Steve, one of us should at least be here.”

“I know… I don’t know what to fucking do, Eddie. This is a big project for the semester and then I have to still go to work and make money. What about you?”

“I’m working to, man. I have more responsibility now and not just here. I…”, he exhales as he heads for the stairs. “I’m too fucking tired.”

Their hearts break when they enter the bedroom, finding all three of you asleep on the bed. Steve carefully picks up Aurora from your chest as Eddie pries Dylan from your hip, carrying them to their respective areas. 

Without even changing, they threw themselves into bed next to you, pulling you into their embrace as they fell asleep. 

#############

When you woke up, they were both already gone for work. The only reason you knew they even came home was because you could still smell their scent lingering in the sheets. 

For the rest of the Saturday, you busied yourself around the house to make the time go by faster. Eddie and Steve were supposed to come home by 6 but the anger didn’t start to rise until 7 when neither of them had come back yet. Stomping to your phone you noticed a few texts you had missed. Steve said that the group he was working with in his class had some free time so he was going to run to one of their houses to finish up their project and Eddie said he had to work late again but promised he’d be home by 8 at the latest. 

You fumed as you paced in the kitchen. They promised today everything would go back to normal. They told you things were going to go back to how they were so they could at least see the kids before they went to bed. Without thinking it through you grabbed your phone and texted them a response.

“Fuck you both.”

Thirty minutes later, both boys angrily barreled into the house, shocked to find not you but Kierra in the living room. 

“I don’t know what you two did but my sister is pissed.”

“Where is she?”

“She said she needed to let off some steam.”

“Kierra, come on, we know you know where she is.”

Your sister glared in their direction, rising to her feet with Aurora on her hip. 

“Dada. Dada.”, she clapped reaching for Steve.

“I’m taking them to my house to spend the night. Talk to her, gentlemen. Y/N can handle a lot but she won’t put up with another Charlie.” It was their turn to glare, hating being compared to your douchebag ex. “She’s at The Hideout. Bring your shield and swords. My sister isn’t exactly a happy drunk.”

##############

I’m not supposed to be angry. I’m not supposed to be angry. I’m not—” 

You chugged back the liquid in your glass as you lit another one of Eddie’s cigarettes. You imagined you looked pretty pathetic in a dark bar, smoking a cigarette in a shirt and jacket that were two sizes too big but you needed them close to you. Eddie’s jacket and one of Steve’s button up shirts were blanketed in their smells that had you hugging yourself as you tried to push back the tears that tried to run down your face. 

“Man trouble?” Your eyes shoot up to meet your moms as she sits diagonal from you at the bar, ordering a drink of her own as she lights up the cigarette in her mouth. “I swear me being here is a coincidence. It seems Mrs. Harrington and I don’t have a lot to talk about these days. Plus, she spends less time at that country club now that she’s at your house more.”

“Can I just drink alone, please?”, you whine. 

Your mother nods as she takes a sip of the martini that was handed to her. “How’s, um, how’s Dylan?”

“You would know if you bothered to come by or even call.” She looks down as you snap at her, immediately feeling guilty. “He’s doing ok. He plays baseball now and is dead set on teaching Aurora how to walk.”

“Is that the baby’s name?”

“My daughter, your granddaughter? Yes, it is.”

Your mother sighs as she turns to fully face you. “I don’t have a problem with her. I hope you know that. Janet showed me some pictures of her. She’s really beautiful.”

“No, you just have a problem with her mother being together with her fathers.”

“That’s what I’m talking about, Y/N! She has ONE father. ONE parent. How are you going to explain that to her when she gets older. Hell, how are you going to explain it to her now?! I imagine for a toddler that will be extremely confusing. And have you even considered what school will be like for her?! You’re so selfish, Y/N.”

You chugged down the rest of the liquor in your glass as you began to subtly cry. You already felt selfish for being angry with the boys…this is the last thing you needed. 

“Y/N, let me call Eddie to pick you up!”

“I’m not driving, Nick!”, you shouted as you exited the bar.

As you began your trek into the parking lot, your mother’s voice floated from behind you. 

“Y/N, come on. Let me drive you home.”

“Don’t!”, you snap as you turn on her. “Don’t pretend like you fucking care about me now. Don’t patronize me and pretend like you give a fuck about me or my kids! You told Charlie all about my life and things he didn’t need to fucking know which kick started a brand-new custody filing which fucking back fired because even a court so far seems to think my home is better than his! He felt so cornered he took him from school without telling me and got arrested. Did you know that?”

“Did you know that no one makes fun of Dylan at school and most of his friends think it’s ‘cool’ he has three parents? Of course, my son doesn’t care about that. All he cares about is the fact that he finally has men in his life who are there and actually make him feel wanted!”

This was a long time coming. Everything you been holding in was finally spilling out of you and you couldn’t reel it back in. A hand suddenly touched your arm but you didn’t bother turning around. At that moment, it didn’t matter. 

“Y/N, baby, come on.”, Steve murmured before you yanked out of his grasp.

“Aurora may only be one but believe it or not she understands that these two are her father. Biologically, yes, one helped make her but it takes more than that to be a parent but you wouldn’t understand anything about that, would you? I haven’t seen you in almost 2 years and why?! Because I found two good people I love and love me back? Jesus, you’re right. I am fucking selfish! I’m not perfect!”

As you spoke, Eddie and Steve tried to pull you towards the car but you kept fighting to get out of their grasp. 

“Why am I not enough for you?”

Eddie finally stepped in front of you, blocking your mom from your view as he grabbed your biceps forcing you to look at him. 

“Stop! Stop... Get in the car, sweetheart.”

Steve opened the back door, guiding you in before facing your mom. “You know, for someone who cares about how people perceive her, you give off a really shitty image. Maybe it’s time to consider if you’re trying to impress the right people.”

#############

You barge into the house and head straight for the liquor cabinet in the kitchen.

“Fucking child proof...garbage…ugh!”, you whine as you aggressively pull on the child lock attached to the door.

“You don’t need anymore alcohol, Y/N.” Both men were leaning against opposite counters watching you. 

“I’m sorry, Steven, but you don’t get to tell me what to do. I’m an adult—”

“Whose acting like a child.”, Eddie cut you off.

“Said the man who acts like a kid 24/7.” You glare at them as you exhale. “Fuck this. I’m going to bed.” As you tried to head towards the stairs, they both cut you off. “Move.”

“Or what?”, Steve challenged. 

It had been awhile since you saw this version them; the angry version that didn’t mind playing into your attitude with a fury of their own. 

Turning on your heels, you planned to go around the counter through the living room but Eddie cut you off. 

“What was that text about? ‘Fuck you both.’”

“You BOTH promised me you would be home today?!”

“Sorry, honey. Shit came up. It’s not like we’re out on the town or having any fucking fun! Eddie and I are working our asses off!”

“So do I! I work an 8hr shift AND come home to take care of TWO kids alone!”

“We talked about this, Y/N. You knew when Steve started school and I took that promotion our schedules would be tight. You said you were fine with it.”

“Well maybe I’m not! And tight is completely different that not seeing you at all.”

“What do we do then, huh? You want me to quit my job so we can scrape by for the next year and a half? Maybe, Ed can go back to his old position that he hated. At least everyone would be fucking happy!”

You marched outside, slamming the backdoor as you lit a fresh cigarette. 

“Hey! Don’t walk away! We aren’t done.”

“I DON’T KNOW!”, you screamed. Your hands beginning to shake as the tears started to flow again. “I don’t know, Eddie. I-I know I’m not allowed to be angry and I know that you guys aren’t doing anything wrong or anything like that. But I hear Dylan talk and see Aurora search for you…then I go to bed alone and I just…I feel like I did when I was married to Charlie.”

“That’s…”, Steve aggressively sighs as he tries to control his temper. “That’s not fair, Y/N.”

“I know but, fuck. Maybe I am selfish.”

“If there’s one thing you’re not, sweetheart, it’s selfish. Don’t bring your mom’s ignorance into this because what she thinks about you and us doesn’t matter. What I do want to focus on is you’re the second person today to compare us to your ex and I don’t fucking like it.”

“Me either.”, Steve chimed in.

“Y/N, we know you went through a lot with him and still are but we aren’t him. How would you feel if we said something you did reminded us of Emily.” You cringed at the thought. “Exactly. We would never fucking hurt you the way Charlie did and we would never fucking give up on you either.” You made a funny face in his direction so Eddie continued. 

“Baby, he stopped fighting for you the moment he cheated on you. Fucking asshole was so petty he wouldn’t even let the mother of his child and son stay in their home.”

“If he hadn’t done that though, I never would have met you two.” You flashed them a slanted smile as you wiped your eyes. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking when I sent that text earlier. You know me, I saw red and… I was just so excited you guys were going to be home.”

Your gaze shifted between theirs as something quickly passed through their eyes, something you hadn’t seen directed towards you since living across from them...

 “I’m going to go get ready for bed.” You grin again, tossing the cigarette into the ashtray before swishing past them into the house. 

A hand abruptly grabs your shoulder, spinning you around as lips crash to yours. The many rings on his fingers tells you its Eddie as he pushes you against the living room wall. There’s a neediness to both your energies as he hastily unbuttons your pants and slides his hand under the waistband of your panties, making you moan as he roughly inserts two of his fingers into your cunt. 

You cling to his neck as he sucks on yours, thrusting into you at an aggressive pace. 

“E-Eddie… slow…oh my god…slow down.”

Without a word, he does as you ask, choosing to curl his fingers deep inside of you. Your legs began to shake as you reached down to grip his wrist. You tried to pull at his hair to look at his face but his lips remained attached to your neck. Instead, you searched for Steve, finding him leaning beside you both, his eyes overshadowed with that determination you saw before. 

Tonight, it was just you three and it had been so long since you had been together not just sexually but intimately. You were hurting and so were they. They missed you as much as you missed them and tonight they were going to show you how much. Tonight, the house belonged to you guys and they were going to make you scream their names so all of Hawkins understood you were theirs, no matter what.

You moan his name repeatedly as you cum, yanking Steve’s shirt to bring his lips to yours. As soon as Eddie removed his hand, the other man lifted you into his arms, bringing you into the kitchen and placing you on the island in the middle. The metalhead came around to grip your waist as Steve aggressively tugged off your jeans and panties. 

After pulling you closer to the edge, he threw off his shirt before kneeling, opening your legs wider, and wrapping his mouth around your clit. His motions were just as fast as Eddie, not allowing you much time to catch your breath. Lips and teeth warmed your breast as Eddie switched between the two. 

“I…guys…please…fuck…” You were struggling to form words as they both overwhelmed your senses. The sharp, cold temperature of the granite hit your back as you laid flat against it, thrusting your hips against the man’s face till you felt the coil snap and you came again. Eddie lifted you, placing you on your feet, and turning you so your back was to his chest. 

He fumbled with his belt as he walked you towards the stairs, kicking them and his boxers to the side as you fall forward onto the steps. The man licks his hand, pumping himself a few times before pushing into you as you moan. His fingers clung to your hips as he thrust into you, the obscene sound of skin hitting skin filling the area. 

Footsteps echoed beside you as Steve pushed off his own attire tossing it to the ground. After sliding himself in front of you, your hands grip his thighs for support as you encase his cock with your lips. 

He grunts at the feeling as you moan and bob your head, pulling your hair into a ponytail so he can watch you take him. Eddie falls forward, grinding into your pussy hard as his hands roam your now sweaty body. 

You lift your head, continuing to jerk him as fast as you can, shouting Eddie’s name as you hurtle quickly over that ledge again. He groans as you flutter around him, pulling out before taking you in his arms as he heads for the bedroom. 

Throwing you onto your back on the mattress, he lifts one of your legs over his shoulder and breaches your entrance again as he chases his high. Steve climbs up beside you, licking his fingers and reaching between you to rub your swollen clit. 

“Please…I can’t…again…too much…” They both silently continue what they were doing, lost in you and the moment. Eddie grunts as he cums, thrusting his hips till he empties inside of you. 

Steve takes over as the other boy pulls out and backs away, sliding himself into you before pushing your legs together and turning you on your side. This position had him deeper inside of you then you had ever felt as you gripped the sheets for support, needing to hold on to something as he smacked his hips against yours. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw his hand reaching for yours, quickly reaching over to take it as he gripped you tightly. The sound of your whimpers and moans escalated until you couldn’t hold back anymore, crying and shouting Steve’s name into the darkness. His body folded over your own slightly as his rhythm sputtered and he came, rope after rope filling you up. 

The room feel quiet except for your sniffles into the blankets. Someone gently lifted you into their arms and carried you to the bathroom before placing you on your feet by the tub. Looking up, you met Eddie’s soft brown eyes as he smiled, brushing your hair behind your ear. A loud grunt left him as you practically tackled him, wrapping your arms around his waist as you cried into his chest. Steve came up behind you, hugging you as he rested his cheek on your head. 

They waited for the bathtub to fill before releasing you, holding your hand as you stepped inside and immediately tugged your knees under your chin as they joined you. After Steve delicately pulled up your hair, he tenderly ran his palms along your shoulders and down your arms as Eddie cleaned your body. 

“I don’t like this…the silence…” The only reason you knew they heard you was because their movements paused for a moment before they continued. “Please say something.”

“You’re more than enough.” Your eyes met Eddie’s in total confusion. “You asked your mom why you weren’t enough and I know part of the reason you feel the way you’ve been feeling is because Charlie made you believe that to. You’re MORE than enough. You are everything.”

“You’re not selfish for feeling the way you’ve been feeling, Y/N.”, Steve continued after. “We miss you to and the kids. When you said Dylan has been trying to show Ro how to walk more, I panicked like what if we weren’t here when she finally did?”

You sighed as you leaned against his chest.

“We finished our project so I’m done there and, of course, the semester ends next week so I’ll be home more. Maybe next semester, I can cut back on some of my hours at work. Things might be a bit tight but…”

“Maybe not.”

“What do you mean, Ed?”

“The owner of the shop, Scott? He’s retiring after the new year. Part of the reason I’ve been staying late is because… he’s been talking about giving the garage to me.”

“Eddie, oh my god. That’s amazing!” You lean forward wrapping your arms around his neck. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I didn’t want to get anyone’s hopes up including my own if he decided against it. But, baby, this would mean I could be home more and we would have more money. Steve could even solely focus on school but knowing him he would insist on continuing to work.”

“You’re not wrong.”, Steve chuckles. 

“But what about music? Corroded Coffin?”

“I can practice more with them to. Sweetheart, I’m not going to become a rockstar in the next year.”, he laughs. 

“You’re already a rockstar to me.”, you smile as you kiss his lips.

################

“Oh hey, look. The entire Munson-Harrington clan came to get you guys AND they seem happy.”, Kierra grins as she opens her door wider to allow you three into her home. “Did you fall on your knees and beg for forgiveness?”

“Eh something like that.”, Eddie laughs. 

“Your mother was at the bar to last night. I’m not sure if she told you that.”

Your sister sighed at Steve’s comment. “I swear to God, that woman can be so…ugh! What did she say, Y/N?” When you didn’t answer, she turned to face you, noticing your eyes focusing on the kids. 

Dylan was holding Aurora’s hand allow her to balance before letting her go. She took one wobbly step forward before falling on her butt and smiling up at him. You sunk to your knees placing yourself a small distance away from her. Your son lifted her up again, holding her hand as he guided her towards you before letting her go. She stood still just for a moment as she looked your way. 

“Come here, baby. I missed you. Give mama a hug?”

You reached out your arms as she giggled before slowly taking two steps forward. She almost fell catching herself on her hands before pushing back to a standing position. 

“Ma…mama!”

She took two more determined steps by herself before falling into your lap. 

“Oh, Wayne’s going to hate that.”, Eddie grinned. 

“God job, Ro.” Steve kissed her forehead as she keened into your neck. 

“Get ready, boys. Here comes the fun part. Running after a toddler around a two story house with sticky fingers.”, Kierra laughed as she wrapped her arms around you leaning her head on the Aurora’s back. 

###############

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[munsonsboy]

so invested in prism steve + hopper

go read it if you haven't @thorniest-rose and @azrielgreen made such a dark and beautiful fucked up steddie/harringrove universe

I wrote a little something ⭐⭐⭐

since he's the sheriff and it was big news for such a small town, hopper heard about when they moved into town. the boy who walked like he perfected not cutting himself on the ice and sharp things he was stuffed with but whose smile and kind words could melt the biggest glacier. and his parents who liked to pull the disappearing act. who was gone more than not.

the 14 year old retired model and his parents who must be so proud to have such a hard working and over achieving kid.

he thought, 'well they're gonna be trouble.' and the first time he got called to an out of control house party he was proven right. but he wishes he wasn't. jim hopper would do anything to not have been right about Steve Harrington.

he pulled up to the house and that's all he had to do for the kids to book it. beer bottles were forgotten, thrown. blunts were swallowed and kicked on. if you didn't know it was a bunch of teenage kids who should be too young to make such a noise, you'd think it was a herd of elephants running from the house as fast as their thick new born legs can.

hopper waited for most of them to clear out. there's no point in chasing after them, hes known most of these kids all their lives. he's not gonna waste his energy.

after it seems like most of them cleared out, hopper makes his way up to the house and that's when he steps out.

he looks confused, a little lost.

hoppers not gonna let his soft little boy face play with his emotions the way the kid is probably trying for.

and before he could even say anything the kid asks 'whats going on?'

like it's not obvious. all those big hollywood parties probably made him feel invincible and like he could get away with anything. its gonna be one hell of a shock that he can't get away with it anymore here in hoppers town.

'hi, steve right?' a nod. 'im the county sheriff, jim hopper. im not sure how they do it where youre from but here things like drugs and underage drinking are illegal.'

'illegal?' the kid asks, as if he didn't know drugs and underage drinking is illegal. as if he doesn't know the word illegal exsists. that has hopper pause. and now that he stops to collect and pack in his indignation, hopper sees that the kid looks sleep rumpled. hair smashed at one side, eyes squinting and crusted in the corners, sleep pants and tshirt hanging off one skinny shoulder.

too skinny of a shoulder.

'yeah, I got a complaint from the neighbors. said they smelled pot, said they could see everything from the sidewalk. you gotta at least try to keep a low profile if youre gonna be having these types of parties in this neighborhood.'

'oh.' steve nods his head like he understands but his eyes still look confused, a little glassy.

'you high, kid?'

'no. just woke up.' hopper thought so but it still surprises him.

'you were sleeping? during your own house party?'

'the noise is nice.' and hopper shouldn't fall for it. he's a rich hollywood kid and could probably act his ass off for anything. but then he remembers steve's files.

Thirteen. Forty.

he still looks like he could use a couple hours of sleep and a nice hot meal.

steve's looking at hopper like he's waiting to be told what to do and like he needs it.

'well where are your parents?'

steve tilts his head like the question makes no sense, as if it's normal for his parents to not be around and it's common knowledge.

'ok how about this, is everyone cleared out?'

'think so.'

'well wait here, im gonna go make sure.' hopper does. Its a big empty house like he expected. he heads back out and says to steve 'all good, you go inside now, lock the doors and go back to sleep. you got one hell of a clean up in the morning, kid.' the boy gives a soft sad sigh, but nods his head and starts to turn towards the house. 'and no more crazy house parties ok? or at least keep them drug free and quiet, or you're gonna end up seeing a lot of me.' another nod - the bobble head interpretation would be funny if there wasn't something so heart breaking about it - and he does what he's told.

good boy.

hopper takes a look around the yard. it's trashed and the inside was even worse. empty fridge, unlocked liquor cabinets, full pill bottles of the good prescribed stuff that just so happens to be left home and probably refilled when they magically disappear in between each 'work trip'.

he rolls up his sleeves and gets to work. after 5 hours of deep cleaning the yard, an excuse to the office about a personal emergency, hopper makes sure the front and back doors are locked.

they are.

and from that point forward he gets a call from the same neighbor about the raging house party a sleeping boy is hosting and needs controlled at least twice a month.

sometimes more but that's what hoppers here for. god knows no one else is.

the office let's him make his half ass excuses when he disappears after each call out and sometimes he wishes they wouldnt. what if he wasn't helping the kid out? what if he was someone like Forty?

but he's not and he tells himself he won't let someone like that back into steve's life again.

it hurts like a fucking bitch when he can't keep his own promise to himself.

[stevieharringtonwifeguy]

Do you have any t4t steddie hcs where they’re both girls?

Ok im writing up a little ficlet for this actually to respond to another ask, but in the meantime!! Headcanons!!!!!

Honestly, t4t butch lesbian steddie is just. So. So good. I say butch, but honestly Eddie's more the butch one and Stevie's more like. Futch. Like yeah she's a jock and wears mostly jeans and ponytails but she does own several tubes of lip gloss so. How butch can she really be. Meanwhile Eddie still uses her birth name but says it's short for Edith and she refuses to touch a skirt with a ten foot pole. Unless it's incidentally, when she's sliding her hand up Stevie's

But honestly neither of them change much in presentation except for Stevie, who grows her hair out, wears the occasional skirt, and does her makeup semi-frequently. Eddie's very grunge, lots of cut up shirts that expose a lot of side boob (Stevie's drooling constantly), her hair still kind of a mess

I think they're both on E but Eddie's non-op while Stevie would get a breast augmentation and possibly bottom surgery. Lots of jokes about Stevie's mommy milkers and Eddie being on the itty bitty titty committee (also I saw a post somewhere about transfem eddie being like the bass player for maneskin where she like. Takes her shirt off during shows and plays with her tits out and im. Im salivating)

I think it would be very funny if they figure their shit out before Robin settles down and Steph's like lol I got in a long term lesbian relationship before you did :)) and then Robin strangles her to death for continuing to have more game than her

[theinvisiblemuseum]

what ship do you hate the most?

oh, how could i ever possibly narrow it down to one? i've dipped my toes in a lot of fandoms over the years and here's an incomplete list of ships i ✨despise✨:

percy/rachel- idc if rachel is cool 9 year old me never really understood misogyny and girl hate until miss rachel showed up and stood in the way of my girl annabeth GET OUT OF HEREEEEE

rowaelin- ok tbf i dont hateeee them and qos rowaelin makes me certifiably insane but chaolena forever.. nay... samlaena

elriel- yeah i had a sjm era and i have a lot of unvoiced opinions i hate elriel with a burning passion mostly bc elain is the most boring useless character ever sorryyy

noorhelm- GET THAT MAN AWAY FROM HER! noliv, winterberg, and incantava are the only ones who can stay

kataang- im a zutara truther 4lyfe<3

katniss/gale- this was never meant to be a viable ship if you READ THE BOOKS but still. nothing but wrath and fury give me peeniss or give me death

steddie- MY! TRUTH! I'D KILL EDDIE AGAIN IF I COULD!

mileven- i wasn't in the byler trenches in 2017 for nothing

prongsfoot- i dont need to say anything here. either you get it or you dont and i cant help if you don't

regulily- these 2 r just no way romantically compatible to me. evan(s) is right there!!! (<- delusional but correct)

bellarita (or whatever the fuck weird name they're called)- don't care didn't ask

bartylus- this is my truth......... sorry bartylus enjoyers but roach bartydora and jegulus are right there... why would bartylus be anywhere near the equation

moonchaser- so boring to me sorry

marylily- used to adore them, still vibe in certain circumstances but. meh.

anyway!

ship ask game

[icallhimjoey]

I was wondering about what your feelings are on the discourse about likes vs reblogs for fics? You never really comment on how well your fics do, but you must run into the hardships of having something not do as well as you hoped it would like any other fic writer right? You also don't really reblog other writer's work. If you dont want to answer dont even worry about it, I really love your writing! 💕

oof

okay, i might... so, this might come off different to how i mean it. i want to preface this by saying that everyone is completely entitled to all of their feelings, all is valid, and all is fine

but i dont really care if you reblog my shit or not?

its so lovely if you do, and its so nice if you leave a comment, but a like? it means just as much to me. you pressing that little heart button "doesnt do anything" when talking about the way tumblr works, BUT, it does do something to me

its nice

i like it

makes me go :)

reblog if you want, like if you want, leave a comment if you want - all are equally lovely to me, dont feel pressured to reblog my things onto your blog if you dont want them there

i understand

because i dont want (many) reblogs on my blog either

i very seldom, if im like insanely into a fic, do reblog fics of others, but you're right, i used to do it more often than i do now

its bc im reading less on here and more over on ao3 + i want people to be able to scroll down my blog and find my content (its why i go in and delete so much random shit i post too, if i think something doesnt need to be there, has been there long enough for people to see, i'll easily get rid of it)

im also not reading any joe fics, at all. its just eddie, steve and steddie over here in this corner when it comes to reading. i only like my own way of writing joe, so... there's also that.

but i ALSO really understand that people really do want and push for people to reblog their writing, the feedback is really validating and motivates you to keep going

it's just that i feel weird enough about writing rpf as it is, i dont actually want that large of an audience (it's already too large, too many followers) (but the notes on fics dont mirror that so its ok)

[kinkysteddie]

hi its sebastian, my pronouns are he/they, im nineteen and queer.

my main fandom right now is stranger things, in particular steddie, but i might also write about other ships from the show (NO BILLY OR ANY OF THE YOUNGER KIDS), or about spree.

this is my kink list, and what you'll most probably find me writing about on this profile.

yes: messing, scat, watersports, omorashi, desperation, holding, cnc, sick fic, humiliation

ok with/not into: diapers, farts, vomit, puppy play / stuffing, feeding

HARD NO: age regression (used as a kink), age play, r4p3

im okay with prompts and thoughts being sent to me !!

MDNI !!!

[ferra-to-my-faberge]

info post :)

heya!! this is just a quick post to talk about what i do around here :)

first of all, my other blogs;

main/art blog: @thenotsobraveknight

reblogging/shitposting blog: @knightly-reblogs

and this stranger things blog (youre already here): @ferra-to-my-faberge

what ill do here

fanart

ship art

fanfics

ficlets/oneshots

headcanons

discussions

answer asks (if i get any lol)

do requests (whether they be fic or fanart)

tagging

ngl ill probably forget some of these but ill try my best to remember at least some of them

fanart: #ferrart

full fics: #fabergefics

ficlets/oneshots: #ferradrabble

dumb brain thoughts: #ferrafooling

headcanons: #fabagideas

misc: #milotalks

asks: #fabaganswers

reblogs: #ferreblogs

boundaries

you can/please do:

follow

reblog

like

reply

share

send asks

start a conversation with me :)

spam like/reblog

use tone tags

please do not:

share explicitly nsfw content (mild is ok)

share extreme gore (again milds ok)

send hate (its ok not to like me but dude, dont waste your time actively hating on me, the block buttons free to use)

spam

say/do general shitty stuff; homophobia, transphobia, racism, ableism, antisemitism, etc etc

ships i like

steddie

harringrove

stonathan

stommy

jargyle

ronance

buckingham

(Platonic with a capital p) stobin

thats it for the blog stuff!! heres some info about me if youre curious :)

name: milo/sylvester (no preference really but i love nicknames so feel free to call me any you come up with)

pronouns: they/ey/it

minor/adult: minor

relationship status: taken :)

orientations: bi/pan, asexual, polyamorous

gender: nonbinary/implagender

favourite colours: sunflower yellow and malachite green

music i like:

mother mother

mcr

felix hagan & the family

bug hunter

tally hall

mika

queen

penelope scottricky montgomery

adam & the ants

other fandoms im in:

dont hug me im scared

fnaf

helluva boss/hazbin hotel

doctor who (twelves my favourite btw)

good omens

our flag means death

the owl house

sanders sides

musicals (if i listed specifics this post'd be as long as the "what colour is the sky" post)

random: im neurodivergent (no clue whats up specifically, thankyou mental health system /s) and an introvert, i like rambling and infodumping and im shit at staying in contact with people. also joe keery is love, joe keery is life <3

thats all folks :)

i tried to keep this visually interesting and stuff for you, and im surprised if anyones cared enough to look this far. if you have reached this far, thankyou!! i hope you have a good day. ill probably add more to this, after all its 2am so im probably forgetting something lol, but for now this is what ive got :)

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ok srry im gna talk abt them. oc lore + oc x canon under the cut

(mommy issues and then daddy issues in this)

first oc: xavier henderson from stranger things.

xavier is mexican-american. adopted. spanish speaker. gay and poly. he started as a self insert but lowkey isnt anymore.

(i did a lot of research in immigration in the 70s-80s for this fic btw as well as foster care)

xavier has an older brother who was around 20 when his parents got deported. his brother didn’t want to keep him around and so, he was in foster care from the ages of six to seven. he ran away after an abusive home and went to his brother only for him to turn him away.

he stole some money from him, got a bus ticket and went to hawkins, indiana where he was taken in by claudia.

he gets taken by hopper first though, into the office and when claudia goes to pick up her husband she sees this little boy and takes him.

xavier takes care of dustin in principle due to the fact that he thinks he needs to in order to belong.

he sees claudia as his mom. calls her “mami/mamá” and dotes on her. she’s a nurse and constantly works doubles bc she’s raising two boys on her own.

he’s best friends with jonathan. he’s out to jonathan, will and dustin. they don’t care. they love him as him.

(prior to act i / season i)

xavier always feels like a burden to his mom. always worried that she’s gonna kick him out. she doesn’t, she wouldn’t. she keeps him, that’s her son no matter what anyone says.

come the end of act ii (season ii) when he’s in the hospital with steve she fawns over him. when she notices that steve is all alone, she takes him in too.

xavier loves his mother. does everything in his power to lessen her burden. he cooks and cleans the house. takes care of the chores around tue house. takes care of dustin, protects him from the creatures in the dark.

xavier is a mamas boy. he lets her fawn over him. he lets her hug him and touch her. he loves his mom dearly, having lost his bio mother to the system and the laws in the 80s.

he hasn’t come out to her, scared but she knows. it doesn’t bother her but it does worry her. the world already isn’t kind to people of color and the world isn’t kind to queer people either. she’s worried for her boy who is both a men of color and queer.

his mommy issues stem in belonging with her. not wanting to disappoint her, always looking for her approval and her love. he’s scared that her love is conditional, that it isn’t as unconditional as she says it is.

i don’t know how to explain his daddy issues. he didn’t grow up with a father figure.

xavier sticks with hopper most times. it’s seen more after the events in act ii (season ii) and during intermission ii (between seasons).

hopper lets him, sees him sort of like a son. keeps the promise to claudia to look after him after the events in act i.

he doesn’t have a father. he didn’t grow up with one. any older men in his life hurt him (foster care) and he didn’t bother.

xavier doesn’t know how to communicate. he can’t articulate his emotions properly. he struggles with opening up which is what leads to issues in his relationships (romantic) and he just, cant.

he tries. that’s all that matters.

love interest: steddie (endgame is a polyamorous relationship)

moving on to my next oc: tarley velaryon a house of the dragon oc.

tarley is legally speaking, laenor velaryon’s first born son. he is his heir. history remembers his mother dying during childbirth and him being born premature.

that isn’t the truth. tarley was born to joffery lonmouth and his unnamed wife. laenor’s first wife dies and so does his babe, premature labor. joffery’s wife died in childbirth as well but, he gives his son to laenor. they would raise them together but he would have a better life under house velaryon.

tarley is said to be a bastard, for he has brown hair and brown eyes. laenor is adamant that his wife was faithful to him, that tarley is his son.

it helps, that his mother rhaenys has dark hair with whisps of silver. they use that to his advantage.

tarley grows up with rhaenyra as his mother due to laenor remarrying three months after his birth.

he gives rhaenyra a sense of accomplishment, that she could be a good mother and feels secure in having her own children. to rhaenyra, tarley is her first child.

he grows up with the velaryon boys as his brothers. jaceaerys and lucerys. he takes care of them, protects them. he helps them in their sword training even if they don’t need it.

he dotes on them. those are his brothers.

tarley never stops seeing rhaenyra his mother. he has only had one mother figure and it’s her. it isn’t until he learns he isn’t laenor’s biological son that his world view shatters.

he starts to feel unworthy of being the future lord of the tides. he feels disconnected from his brothers.

(im still debating in making him half targeryen. if whether or not his mother should be a targeryen bastard and for him to claim a dragon)

rhaneyra keeps him close. always calling him “my boy” “my sweet boy” and he lets her.

tarley loves rhaenyra. he lets her coddle him, lets her hold him. even when he’s older, he doesn’t shy away from her touch. he loves her.

tarley holds a special place in his heart for her.

after learning the truth about himself (act i part iv) he doesn’t know where he belongs. he struggles with his identity and rhaenyra sees this.

tarley also takes a role of being his brothers’ protector. he tries to distract criston’s hate from then and trains with him so they train with each other. he coddles them when they were younger.

he doesn’t have to. he doesn’t have to do anything to belong in his family but he does.

going back to tarley and rhaenyra.

with tarley helping her feel confident in being his mother, what happens to him throughout the dance hurts her. he gets taken by aemond, a war prisoner. she is grief striken from a miscarriage and losing her son lucerys, only to find out tarley was taken as well, her first son?

she loves him. she worries and she plans and she panics. she is a mother first and foremost during this war. she is as much as a mother as she is queen.

when tarley starts to distance himself from her due to an argument he had with his brother, jace, she panics. she loves all her children, she wants to keep them safe. safe.

when the dance of the dragon breaks out, tarley watches his brothers die. all of them. he loses himself in the fight to rhaenyra.

his mommy issues are more complex. like xavier, he wants to belong. his issues are more on belonging. he doesn’t feel worthy of rhaenyra seeing him as her first son. he doesn’t want to disappoint her. he wants to keep her safe. time and time again she proves that her love is unconditional towards him but he worries.

okay now, his daddy issues? insane.

after joffery lonmouth died, laenor kinda disappeared. he still took care of tarley, didn’t want to burden rhaenyra while his son was a babe but he struggled.

tarley, as he grew, stuck with rhaenyra and his brothers. watched as laenor only drank and stuck with this one knight.

laenor, barely if not didnt, help rhaenyra raise them.

that is why tarley took the mantle on keeping his brothers safe. they were his responsibility since laenor wouldn’t.

harwin was a father figure to him. he trained sometimes with the knight at nightfall when he couldn’t sleep.

harwin doted on him the same way he doted on his brothers.

harwin died and tarley felt like he lost a father.

laenor is more complex. he was around, sure but, he wasn’t at the same time. laenor, as time went buy was emotionally absent. he didn’t let tarley get close to dragons (with good reason) but he also didn’t offer an explanation.

he is drunk most times, off around kings landing and barely makes time for his sons.

tarley sometimes feels like he is connected to his father. he loves him, truthfully. he is always defending him.

when an argument breaks out between tarley and aemond about him being a bastard like his brothers he corners laenor.

laenor is drunk but tells him the truth. laenor is blunt about. he doesn’t tell him the full truth however.

tarley struggles with his identity. of course he does, he was told he was a velaryon his whole life only to turn out he wasn’t.

when laenor dies, tarley lost another father. days within one another. then, rhaenyra marries and he hates daemon.

tarley and daemon are.. so incredibly complex.

daemon tries bonding with him, he does but tarley doesn’t let him. tarley is stingy and hateful and it makes sense for a twelve year old to grow resentment.

tarley softens, throughout the years though. he notices how his brothers let him in and he decides to do the same, for their sake.

he has to lead by example.

so he lets daemon in.

his daddy issues are from his father’s negligence. emotionally absent father. his father figure dying and then gaining another father so soon. he suffers from seeing where he belongs, who he is. is he laenor? is he harwin? is he daemon? is he a mix of all three?

it doesn’t help that history remembers him as “the cruel heir to the seas” and “prince daemon’s prodigy” due to how angry he is with the war btw.

love interest: aemond targeryen

now third oc i have developed fully is: aeryon targeryen another house of the dragon oc.

aeryon is aemond’s younger twin brother. the twins are favored by their mother. they are the youngest, apart from their brother daeron who is in oldtown.

aeryon is more favored however. alicent seeing her mother in him. in how he has a darker blonde and brown eyes.

aeryon is a mamas boy through and through. he loves her.

in his eyes, she can do no wrong.

here’s what takes the cake: i have a little quote im going to add when i write more chapters that go “aeryon goes from being queen alicent’s favorite to being hated by her.”

aeryon grows up with team green. he has issues that stem from his mother’s religion and his father’s neglect.

a part of him fears becoming like his mother. he fears getting trapped in a prison of his own making. he worries for her.

he sees her a bird trapped in a cage and he wants to free her. truly does.

aeryon grows up, loved by his mother.

however when the war breaks out, he isn’t by her side. he flies to dragonstone on his dragon, begs for his half sister rhaenyra to keep his mother alive.

no one on team green knows though. they think him a traitor. alicent still defends him though, always does.

his mommy issues aren’t as deep. he grew up loved by her and he loves her. however, he is a reflection of her in certain ways. he picks up her nervous habits due to always being around her. his twin, aemond, tells him that if he was born a girl his mother and him would be identical.

he fears being caged like her. he doesn’t want to be caged but would rather be free. he is her reflection for the religious trauma, for being her son. for being favored. he struggles with being seen, being coddled, suffocated.

now his daddy issues… i am a viserys hater. i hate him so bad.

viserys sees his brother, daemon, in the twins. he calls them daemon when he gets bed riddened, more ill.

he doesn’t remember aeryon’s name. he says aeryon got daemon’s temperament, his anger and rashness. aeryon hates that.

aeryon struggles with being seen by his father. he wants his father to see him for him and not his uncle.

he stays with his father somedays after lessons, pitying him. he wants to be seen and he isn’t.

he is seen as daemon, never himself.

aeryon struggles with identity. he doesn’t feel like his own person. his twin sees him like their mother, someone fragile to protect. his mother puts pressure on him and his father doesn’t see him.

his father’s negligence is something that cuts him deep. he doesn’t know how to feel his emotions properly. it’s why he lashes out. he acts out to be seen by his father but he isn’t. he lashes out to show he isn’t delicate but it doesn’t matter. he struggles and struggles and doesn’t know how to cope.

love interest: jaceaerys velaryon and baela targeryen (end game a polyamorous relationship)

— maybe in another time i’ll talk abt my ocs and their love interests. this is all i got abt their mommy and daddy issues for now.

biting the bars of my cage bc why are all my mother son relationships so complex in my oc x canon fics oh im insane

[justmeinadaze]

We're a Family Part 4 (Steddie X You)

A/N: Sorry this took me awhile. I've been so obsessed with I'm in Control I hadn't really had any ideas for these 3. But alas...I bear you this. <3

Warnings: Steddie relationship and all that that implies ( I regret nothing!), as we know by now reader is pregnant but it's still early. Reader mentions missing her dad <3, smut of course (because Im always horny for these two).

Word Count: 3335

“Oh ma god.” Your sister danced around excitedly with the ultrasound in her hand. “I’m going to be aunt.”

“Hey!”, Dylan pouts from his place near the hood of her car.

“You know what I mean!” Kierra grins at him before hug tackling you. 

“Yeah, you’re not going to be anything if you blow up”, Eddie cleans his hands as he turns around. “Kierra, how long has it been since you did any kind of maintenance on this car?”

“Define ‘maintenance’.”

He laughs as he sighs. “I can get it running but you may really want to consider looking into getting a new mode of transportation.”

“Hey Kierra.” Steve greets your sister as he exits the house. “Hey, should you be that close to the car when your pregnant?” A small smile paints your face as your sibling giggles. “I mean with all the fumes and stuff.”

“Yeah, usually I would make fun of him to but with this vehicle threatening to send us to all to hell…” Dylan covers his mouth as he laughs at Eddie’s comment. 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just be careful.” He places a quick peck on your lips as he runs to his car.

“Is he off to work?”, Kierra asks.

“No, he’s been spending every Wednesday with Robin. I think it helps clear his head with everything going on.”

“Speaking of everything, I haven’t heard anything from douchebag. No rumors of court dates or anything like that.”

“Eh, let’s take one stressful situation at a time.” You smile at her as the engine roars to life.

“Ah, Mr. Munson, you are my hero!”

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“Eddie! Baby! Get down here!”, Steve hollered from downstairs. 

“Jesus, dad. We’re coming!”, Eddie playfully whines as he stomps down the stairs. 

“Here you go little dude.” 

“Thank you, Steve.”

You and Eddie freeze in the kitchen doorway as you look around. Steve had made a pretty complex dinner that smelled amazing. He had set the table that your son was currently sitting at with a huge grin on his face. Now it wasn’t uncommon for him to cook or make dinner but usually it was something quick that you could throw in the oven or took at most ten minutes to prepare. He had clearly put in a lot of effort with this meal. 

“Ok, I think he may have upped his game and is now kidnapping us both. If the food tastes sour or like it’s been poisoned spit it out.”, the metalhead whispers loud enough for everyone to hear. 

“Calm down. I just wanted to do something nice especially after being a jerk a couple of weeks ago. Baby, I know you’ve been craving pasta so,” he gestures towards the table.

“I really have. It was the same with weirdo.” You point at Dylan as you take a seat. “That and Neapolitan ice cream. I’m not sure why but all the flavors mixed together just hit right.”

You four enjoy your dinner with your son asking a lot more questions about what you were like when you were pregnant with him and how he was when he was baby. After a while he asked if he could watch tv before running into the living room. 

“Steve, thank you for this. It was delicious.” He smiles at your compliment, reaching over to intertwine your fingers with his. 

“So, what’s going on, bud?”, Eddie asks.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I’ve known you for a long time and while I do think this was an apology dinner…I also think you want to talk about something.”

Steve’s brown eyes meet yours as you nod, agreeing with the metalhead. “I didn’t want to push you. I figured you’d bring it up later when we were upstairs.”

“Can’t hide anything from either of you.”, he chuckles. “Okay, yeah, I’ve been keeping something a secret but I want to talk about it now.” Your thumb caresses his skin, comforting him. “I haven’t been hanging out with Robin every Wednesday. I’ve actually been going to a therapist in town.”

“Huh. That explains some things.” Eddie leans back in his chair, waiting for the other man to continue. 

“I don’t like the way I lashed out at both of you but especially you, Y/N. I promised you before we moved, you’d never have to worry about me making you feel unappreciated or worthless. You deserve better. You, Eds, Dylan, and that baby. I want to be better.”

“Honey, I’m proud of you for doing that. I don’t blame you for the way you reacted—”

“I do. It was unfair of me to put that all on you. And Eddie, I regret everything I said to you. I know I panicked but that’s no excuse.”

“I forgive you, man. The news shook us all. I’d be lying if I didn’t say there is a part of me that’s afraid I’ll fuck up and become my dad to but Wayne said that Y/N would sooner kill me then let that happen.”

“I mean, he’s not wrong.”, you laugh. “Steve, why didn’t you tell us when you started going?”

“I don’t know. I think I just wanted to test it out first and see if it would even do any good. Plus, I didn’t want you two to worry.”

“Why are you telling us now?”

“She suggested I should. I told her I wanted to make this apology dinner and she thought it would be the perfect opportunity to tell you I had been coming to see her.”

“I’m proud of you to, man.” Eddie gets up grabbing your plate along with his and takes it to the sink. 

###############

Steve sits along the edge of the porcelain tub in his boxers with his legs on either side behind you. His fingers glide under your chin and tenderly tip your head back. You sigh when you feel the warm water run down your hair. The sound of the plastic cup echoes through the bathroom as he places it to the side and reaches for your shampoo. Your eyes flutter closed as his hands firmly but gently massage the product into your scalp. 

Eddie leans against the other side across from you, a small smile on his lips as he watches your face. “So, when am I supposed to start rubbing your feet and all that.”

“Over a year ago when we started dating.”, you giggle as you lean back and kiss the other man’s knee. “That feels really good, Steve.”

“I saw it in a movie once a long time ago in school. Always wanted to try it.”

“I don’t remember us watching a movie like that in school.”

“Oh well you see, Eds, you would have actually had to show up.” Steve chuckles as Eddie splashes water at him. 

As the other boy reaches for the cup, he glances towards his friend and realizes he’s making an odd face towards you. Their eyes meet and the metalhead gestures with them at your face. Steve’s fingers tip your head back again just intime to see you blink back into reality. 

“Where did you go just then, honey?”

“Nowhere. I was just thinking.”

“About?”, Eddie asks.

“No, it’s fine. It’s not a big deal.” You smile as the fingers under your chin dip you further back so Steve can place a soft kiss on your lips. 

“Tell us, baby. Please.”

You let out a small sigh as he releases you and continues washing the shampoo out of your hair. “Have, um, have you two told anyone yet?”

The hands behind you stop for a moment before continuing their task. 

“I told Robin. I’d be lying if I said I know how to tell my parents.”

“I called Wayne after… after Harrington walked out that day. He’s excited.”, Eddie laughs. “He’s the only one I wanted to tell, honestly.”

Steve stands up and slides off his underwear before climbing into the tub, wrapping his arms around you. 

“What’s going on, baby?”, he whispers.

“I just… I want to tell my mom but…I know she doesn’t agree which makes me miss my dad…which…” You feel the tears threaten to fall as you force them back. 

Eddie leans forward and caresses your cheek with his thumb. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I know it’s not the same but you know you always have us, Dylan, your sister, Wayne, Robin…fucking so many people that are here and behind you on this. You’re not alone.”

You breathily laugh as you lay back against Steve’s chest. “Thank you for saying that. I think it’s just…the hormones making me feel things.” 

“Are they making you feel anything else?” Eddie’s eyes shimmered with mischief. 

“Eddie, what ever could you mean?” He chuckled at your sarcasm, guiding you from Steve’s lap onto his own with your back now against him. His lips gently trailed along your shoulder up to your neck. 

“What do you think, princess? Do you think, Harrington has made it up to you with the dinner and the bath?”

Your eyes narrowed at Steve as his zeroed in on his friends. “Ok, now I’m genuinely asking. What do you mean?”, you giggle.

“What I’m asking you is do you think Stevie here has earned the right to cum tonight? Or do you think he needs to be punished a bit longer.”

“Eddie Munson, we are not punishing Steve. He apologized and has more than made up for what happened.”

“No, no honey. He’s right. I hurt you both and it seems Munson here thinks I haven’t repented enough.” Steve’s tone was light and you didn’t need to turn around to know they were both smirking at each other. 

“You wouldn’t last, Harrington. I bet you ten bucks when we’re done you will be begging to cum.”

“Seriously? Do I get a say in this?”, you giggle. “Because I bet twenty.”

“Oh ok. I see how it is.”

Eddie rose to his feet, pulling you up with him. “Stevie, can you dry her off and get her comfortable on the bed. I’ll be right back. No touching!”

You grin at Steve as he smiles down at you, drying off your wet skin. Quickly, he checks behind him before sneaking a light kiss on your lips. “I love you.”

“I love you to. You know I do forgive you, right?”

“I know, baby. Let the adorable idiot have his fun.”

“Excuse me! I don’t see a beautiful woman on our bed!”, Eddie calls making Steve jokingly rolls his eyes as he lifts you in his arms and carries you to the mattress. The metalhead pats a chair he had brought in from one of the other rooms. “Sit, please.”

“Can I at least put on boxers or…?”

“I’ll allow it.” You smile at Eddie’s tone as he messes with Steve. You’ve heard it before when he plays D & D with his friends or reads a story with Dylan before bed. 

The other boy sits in the chair presented to him placing his elbows on the armrests as he claps his fingers together in front of him. “I can’t wait to get my thirty bucks.”

“He’s so cocky.” 

“I know. It’s that asshole King Steve version of him that still resides under that sexy head of hair.” Eddie smirks as he sits beside you on the edge of the bed and pushes some hair behind your ear. “How are you feeling right now, sweetheart? You okay?”

You respond by cupping his face in your hands and pulling his lips to your own. He smiles into your kiss before lifting you on to his lap with your back once again to his chest. His fingers roam your warm skin as his mouth presses against your shoulder. 

“So beautiful, baby. Isn’t she beautiful, Stevie?”

“Of course.” Steve’s eyes meet your own as he grins. 

Eddie’s palms glide between your thighs, lifting you slightly as he places your legs on either side of his own displaying your sex to the boy in front of him. 

“Keep your eyes on his for as long as you can, princess. I can do the rest.”, he whispers in your ear so only you can hear. “He won’t last long.” You keen into his voice, finding his lips as your tongue grazes his. 

“Fuck…”, you whimper as his fingers press against your clit, rubbing slow circles as you roll your hips, silently begging for more. Eddie chuckles against your skin, swallowing down his own moans as your ass grinds against his cock. “Eddie, please…”

His lips find the shell of your ear as he talks to you in husky, lust driven tone. “Beg him, Y/N. Look in those gorgeous amber orbs and ask him to help you.”

“Steve,” you whine. “Please, make him… make touch me.”

“He is touching you, honey.” Steve tried to sound like he was in control of his emotions and need but you could see in his eyes he was struggling. 

“Please… I want... his fingers inside of me. Please, Stevie.”

“Eddie…Eddie, stop messing with her. Give her what… what she’s asking for.”

The metalhead’s chin rested on your shoulder as his knees open your legs wider and he pushed two of his fingers slowly inside of you. “Is she asking? Or is it you?”

Steve smirks as he shakes his head, licking his lips. “You suck, Munson.”

“Oh, come on, Harrington. You know you want to see her cum just as much as I do. I also know you are dying to feel how fucking wet she is. Jesus, she’s just dripping.” You moan as you lean your head back and he gradually quickens his pace. 

“I’m so fucking lucky that after I make her cum, I get to feel her tight pussy squeeze around my dick till she cums again.” Your whimpers are soon accompanied by some light groans from the boy across from you. “And that’s just the dirty stuff.”, Eddie smiles. “You won’t get to feel her lips or her touch on your chest. The way her nails run down your back or the way she moans and begs that moment right before…”

His fingers thrust into you quicker and you feel both sets of eyes on you as your back arches and the coil snaps. “Well, you’ll get to hear it but it won’t be because of you.” Eddie grips your cheek and turns your face to bring your lips to his. “I love you, baby.”

“I love you to. I feel bad for Steve.”

“Aw, baby. Why? Look at him. He’s just fine.” You both look at the boy and notice his cock standing at attention as he strokes it slowly with his palm.

“Hey. You said I couldn’t cum. You—mmm—you didn’t say I couldn’t touch myself.”

“Yeah, good luck with that.”, Eddie cackles. You lean over and whisper something in the man’s ear causing a huge grin to spread over his features as he kisses your cheek. 

Rising from his lap, you walk over till your right in front of Steve as he tilts his head up to look at you with a big grin. Your hair floats over your shoulder as you turn to glance at Eddie. “May I at least kiss him, your highness?”, you inquire with a sarcastic tone. 

“Madam, I am a dungeon master. Be correct. And yes, I’ll allow it.”

“Oh, ok.” You roll your eyes as you lean down to kiss the man’s lips. As you start to pull away, his free hand tries to keep you there.

“Hey, hey! I said kiss.” You giggle as Eddie tugs on your arm bringing your back against his chest. “Then again, Harrington. You know what you have to say…”, he sings.

“No. I’m fine. You two have your fun.” Steve gestures towards the bed as you both grin down at him. 

The other man brushes your hair over to one side before descending his palms down your body, pausing as he grips your hips. The cool air of the room hits your skin as his upper half leans back to watch what he’s doing as he guides his cock into your entrance. 

You mewl at the feeling, one of his hands drifting up to hold your stomach. Eddie’s hips steadily grind against yours allow you to get used to the position and feeling as he pushes deeper inside of you. 

“That’s not fair.” Steve’s breathy whine causes you and Eddie smile in triumph. 

You feel yourself start to tip forward and the metalhead hastily tightens his grip around you as one of his arms wraps around your chest lifting you both up to a more standing posture. 

“I’ve got you, baby. It’s ok.”, he whispers. As you turn to kiss his lips, both hands take hold of your biceps as he begins thrusting at a faster pace.

Moaning, you break away to lean your upper body towards Steve as Eddie holds on to you tightly. “God, that feels so good.” A palm suddenly touched your face and your eyes opened to meet the boy in front of you. 

“Do you remember that first night the three of us were together?”

“On the couch.” You bite your bottom lip as you smile at the memory. 

“This reminds me of that. Eddie was fucking you like this and—mmm—I was stroking my cock watching you two.”

“Fuck.” Your eyes squeezed shut as Eddie pumped into you harder, clinging to your wrists as you leaned farther forward. 

“You were so beautiful. Moaning about how deep he was and whispering to me about how good he felt. You’re still gorgeous, honey. The way—fuck—the way your eyes roll back and the way you fucking taste.” Steve groaned as he stroked himself faster.

Eddie grunted behind you as you felt his hips sputter and he pulled you back against him as he came. While thrusting his spend into you, he quickly reached around your front and aggressively circled your nub with his fingers. Your body folded into his as you fell over the edge and your pussy clenched around him. He hissed between his teeth as his arms held you tightly to him, both of you panting as you came down. 

“Fucking hell.”

You opened eyes to see Steve’s own flutter shut as his muscled tensed. He was about to cum and there was no going back now for him. You sank to your knees and crawled closer him, moving his hand and wrapping your mouth around his cock. 

His palm held the back of your head as he pumped rope after rope of his seed down your throat, swallowing everything he gave you. 

You grinned as you sat your butt flat on the floor, leaning against his leg. Eddie extended his hand for you to take and helped you up before twirling you towards the bed. As he cleaned between your legs, Steve came to lay by your side.

You pleasantly sighed as his fingers traced down your chest towards your stomach. 

“Do you think she thinks I was mad at her?” Your eyebrows came together as you turn to look at him. “Don’t laugh at me. While I wait in the lobby for my appointments, I’ve been reading this book about babies. It said she can kind of feel when you touch your stomach but, like, can she hear me yet?”

“I don’t think so because if she could I imagine HE would be annoyed you call him she.” Eddie jumps into bed on your other side as Steve jokingly scowls at him. 

“They’re still too little to really hear anything but I imagine even if they could they would know you love them.” You smile as you reach up to caress him cheek. 

“Good. Good.” He nods as he scoots down to lay his head on your tummy. “Because I do love you and just so you know I don’t care if you’re a boy or girl. I’m just happy you’ll finally be here.”

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[findafight]

Steve shows up to work one day with a baby bjorn complete with sleeping baby on his chest and Robin is like Steve....what the fuck?

And Steve says "I would've called you last night but she'd only stop crying when I held her and my parents were fighting, obviously, and I had to figure out how to make her bottle then I fell asleep with her on top of me and I think my dad legitimately forgot about us even though this is his fault, and there's no one to take care of her so I had to bring her. Sorry."

That is a lot and answers very few of Robin's questions.

"who...is she?"

Steve brightens and smiles down at the baby who's tiny baby fist is scrunched up in his work vest. "Oh! My half sister. Her mom works for one of my dad's business partners and brought her to my parents while they were away last week so they came home, mostly to dump her off on a nanny they forgot to hire--hence my baby holder here--and fight. Turns out dad cheating is easier to ignore when there isn't actual proof of it."

"oh. Woah."

"yeah. Anyways, ready to rewind some tapes?"

So they start work Steve logging returns into the computer and cupping the baby whose name I don't know yet's head. Then the little baby wakes up, making little baby noises, and Robin is not one for babies really, but Steve coos and picks her hand off his chest and waves it at Robin.

"see, that's your auntie Robin! Say hiii auntie Robin!"

The baby chews her tongue at Robin and blows a spit bubble.

And how is Robin supposed to not be charmed by that?

"awww," she says, letting the baby grab her finger, "yeah, I'm your auntie Robin. Your big brother's gonna take care of you so good huh? You'll know your way around retail in no time."

Steve giggles.

It is then that The Gremlins decide to show up and Cause Noise. Baby sister starts to cry and Steve takes her to the back to get her to calm down and change her, comes out (ignores the party's questions. Giving them Ultimate Mom Pose with Bonus Effect of Baby) hands her to Robin who is a little nervous but she will not let her new niece (?) Down, and goes back to find and heat up a bottle.

Eddie, who drove the gremlins and was looking for something in his van comes in, sees Robin holding the baby and is like huh? What's this?

And then Steve comes out with a bottle and a baby blanket over his shoulder, reaches for the baby from Robin and tries to get her to latch on the bottle with quiet words and gentle hands and Eddie is not okay he's not fine he's having a melt down because Steve with the kids is one thing but Steve with a Baby is something very different and he should not be expected to keep it together seeing this

Part 2.

Part 3

[vroomgogh]

bi steve in vol 2 is something that can be so personal