#Omega Eddie Munson
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sabbathbloodysabbeth · 9 months ago
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Pheromone Friday
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Quick summary: Pheromone Friday is the day where my ask box is open to specific requests that are omegaverse related. (anything is accepted in my ask box on Fridays, if you don't have an omegaverse idea but have a stranger things themed request than ill still accept but it will be done after the omegaverse requests :)
Rules: Be respectful, and don't submit anything that is incest, pedophilic, racist, homophobic, misogynistic, etc. (basically don't be a bigot)
Smut Related: I'm open to writing pretty much anything, but if I discover something that I feel uncomfortable with i have the right to decline. I personally will say no to watersports and nonconseual sex.
Pairings: Romantic wise I'm only willing to do Steddie at the moment, platonic wise ill do any platonic relationship.
Last but not least: clarify if the ship will be Alpha/Alpha, Alpha/Omega or Omega/Omega. (I’m willing to do all of them.)
Anyone can participate! Or adapt this for their own use. I don't have a tag list of people who I would think would be interested yet but yeah :)
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Example of my omegaverse drabbles:
Alpha Eddie who sells voice clips (no video, no photos) of his moans, soft wines, shaky breaths and whimpers somewhere online for omegas. Somehow Alpha Steve accidentally comes across it and knots his toy before he even hits the five minute mark.
Because of how Eddie sounds, Steve thinks Eddie might be the submissive one when something something happens and they meet for the first time. That was his first and last mistake, and now he’s (consensually) being recorded as Eddie takes him from behind.
Now Eddies made good money, but not nearly as much as Steve brings in. the sound clip of Steve crying out when Eddie’s knot catches for the first time has already made 30k
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iwasnotaslasher · 3 days ago
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You know when you got stuck in your head a song in loop for days, thinking about your blorbos?
Right now for me is two songs: 'Pour some sugar on me' by Def Leppard and 'Cherry Pie' by Warrants, and the blorbos are Steve and Eddie.
And I'm seriously thinking to write two a/b/o shots with parallel dynamic, as in Alpha!Eddie/Omega!Steve and then the reverse Alpha!Steve/Omega!Eddie, but always with Steve going feral with jealousy because Eddie's groupies dared to grope at his mate friend and, well, when Eddie finds out they confess and fuck nasty and bond right away.
That's it. That's the idea.
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dreamsteddie · 1 month ago
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If Steve were an omega he would definitely be all about being bred. I wouldn't dream of trying to deny that, but I think if Eddie were the omega he would make a big joke of it every single time.
He fully wants to start a family with Steve, maybe not six entire pups because he would like to retain at least some control of his bladder as he ages, but at least a couple of pups would be ideal. They go to all the doctors and take all the right supplements and track their cycles for the best results once they are in a stable place outside of Hawkins.
But every time they have sexy times with making babies specifically in mind, Eddie is struck by how silly the whole thing feels and Can Not resist making a joke about it.
it's all "Ah yes, it is time for the sacred rituals." and " You better show me what you got big boy! This womb won't fill itself!" with a bad cockney accent.
It's certainly not enough for either of them to stop the sexy times, but it definitely isn't the frantic, kinky breeding sex that would happen if Steve was the one with the womb, and I love that for them.
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For March Mating Madness Day Two: Breeding
@stmarchmm
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allthingssteddie · 3 months ago
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Steve Harrington ruined his life. according to Eddie If he wasn't so kind to him, he wouldn't be in this mess. If he wasn't so sweet, listening to him ramble on about his problems, he wouldn't have let his guard down. If he wasn't so gentle, letting him stay over at his house after he had nightmares, he wouldn't have felt so safe. And if he wasn't so warm, holding him as he slept, he wouldn't be pregnant with his child now.
Eddie sat down in the back of the stadium in the high school gym, his usual spot, far away from prying eyes. At first, he was okay with keeping his relationship with Steve, the team captain, a secret. Steve wanted to maintain his "king" status, after all.
But now, Eddie felt like Steve's dirty little secret
As the game ended, the guys lingered, patting Steve on the back and congratulating him on a good game. Eddie couldn't wait any longer. "Steve, can I talk to you?" he asked.
Tommy sneered. "What does the freak want with you?" he said, blocking Steve like a guard dog.
Steve pushed Tommy aside. "Shut up Tommy , or I'll kick your ass."
Tommy looked betrayed. "What the hell, Steve?"
Steve rolled his eyes. "Let's go," he said to Eddie, pulling him into a empty hallway.
"What's up, baby?"
"I'm pregnant," Eddie said, his voice flat.
"What?" Steve laughed nervously, as if hoping it was some kind of joke.
"You heard me," Eddie said, his expression stiff.
Steve's laughter died on his lips as he sat down on the ground, a look of utter disbelief etched on his face.
"Are you keeping it?" Steve asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Eddie's eyes flashed with outrage. "Are you seriously asking me that?"
Steve's face fell, and he looked up at Eddie. "I thought you were on the pill, Ed. What happened?"
"I am, I mean I was... I must have missed a day or two. It was an honest mistake, Steve," Eddie said, his voice shaking with emotion.
Steve's face crumpled as he looked away, tears streaming down his cheeks. "This can't be happening," he whispered. "We're not ready for this. We're still in high school."
Eddie felt a pang of sadness as he looked at Steve, seeing the fear and uncertainty etched on his face. He knelt down beside Steve, putting a hand on his shoulder. "We'll figure this out, Together."
Steve's eyes widened in panic. "I can't, Eddie. My dad will kill me. He'll send me away somewhere... and God, what will people think?"
Eddie's face darkened with anger as he stood up, his voice rising . "That's what you really care about, huh? Your reputation? Perfect alpha king Steve?"
Steve's eyes widened in alarm as he jumped up, trying to shush Eddie. "Eddie, please,” he whispered, attempting to hold his hand.
But Eddie was having none of it. He pushed Steve against the wall, his eyes blazing with anger and hurt. Then, he turned and ran away, leaving Steve stunned and alone.
Eddie burst through the front door his trailer, tears streaming down his face. He collapsed onto the couch, burying his face in a pillow.
Wayne, who was sitting in his favorite armchair, immediately got up and rushed to Eddie's side. "Hey, son, what's wrong?" he asked, concern etched on his face.
Eddie sniffled and sat up, wiping his nose on his sleeve. Wayne's expression softened, and he wrapped Eddie in a warm hug.
After a few moments, Wayne pulled back, his eyes flashing with anger. "I'll kill him," he seethed, his fists clenched.
Ready to run out the door, Eddie quickly grabbed Wayne's arm, holding him back. "No, uncle wayne, don't. Just leave it alone, okay?"
Months went by, and Steve's attempts to reach out to Eddie were met with silence. One day, he saw his chance, but just as he approached, Gareth appeared out of nowhere, blocking Steve's path.
"Hey, Eddie ," Jeff said, appearing at Eddie's side. "Let's get out of here."
As Jeff led Eddie away, Steve caught a whiff of something that made his heart sink the scent of a distressed omega. It was Eddie's scent, and it broke Steve's heart.
"You can't take a hint, Harrington," Gareth sneered, his small omega frame trying to appear intimidating. "Eddie wants nothing to do with you."
Steve held back, not wanting to appear threatening. "Gareth, please...just tell him I'm sorry. Ask him to talk to me."
Gareth's expression was adamant . "It's not happening."
Steve pleaded with Gareth. "Come on, please...just ask him."
Gareth's expression didn't waver, but Steve detected a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. "Please, Gareth," Steve whispered, his voice cracking with emotion. "I need to talk to him. I need to make things right."
Steve's desperation was evident. In his shaking voice.
Gareth sighed, his shoulders sagging slightly. "I'll talk to him, Steve. But I'm not promising anything."
Steve's heart leapt with hope. "Thank you, Gareth. Thank you."
As Gareth turned to leave, Steve called out again. "Gareth?"
He turned back, his eyes questioning.
"Tell him...tell him I love him," Steve said, his voice barely above a whisper. "And I'm sorry. So sorry."
Gareth's expression softened, and he nodded before disappearing into the crowd.
A week went by before Eddie finally called Steve, his voice tight with anger. "Leave my friends out of this, Steve. They don't need to be involved in our mess.
Steve was desperate. "Please, Eddie, just meet me somewhere. We need to talk."
Eddie hesitated, then agreed to meet Steve at the old farmhouse on the outskirts of town. It was a place they used to break into, smoking and laughing together.
As Eddie pulled up to the farmhouse, he felt a wave of nostalgia wash over him. "Why are we here?" he asked Steve, who was waiting for him on the porch.
Steve's face lit up with excitement. "I bought this place," he said, leading Eddie inside.
Eddie's eyes widened in surprise. "How can you even afford it?"
Steve's smile faltered for a moment. "I used my college fund."
Eddie's expression turned disapproving. "Steve, you shouldn't have—"
But Steve interrupted him. "Eddie, please, just look around with me. I promise you'll like it."
Eddie sighed, then nodded. "Well go ahead."
Steve's face lit up again, and he led Eddie deeper into the farmhouse.
The interior was a mess, but Eddie could see that Steve had been trying to fix it up there was a fresh coat of paint on the walls and could see that he cleaned up that trash that piled up everywhere.
As they walked through the rooms, Steve pointed out different features, that he added. Then, they entered a small room that was half painted looking like he ran out. An old crib sat in the center, surrounded by stuffed animals.
Steve's eyes sparkled. "I found this in my attic," he said, running his hand over the crib. "It was mine when I was a baby."
Eddie's heart skipped a beat as Steve showed him the stuffed animals, each one carefully preserved. It warmed his heart
The anger was still there but , but for the first time in weeks, Eddie felt a glimmer of hope.
"It needs a lot more work, I know," Steve said, his eyes scanning the room as if envisioning the possibilities. "But I see something here, Eddie. Something special. A place where we can start over, build something new together."
Steve's words hung in the air, filled with a sense of longing and possibility. Eddie felt his heart stir, his mind racing with the implications of what Steve was proposing.
Eddie wasn't sure what to say. He was still hurt by Steve, and the wounds of their breakup felt raw and tender. He didn't know if he was ready to forgive Steve, or if he even wanted to.
"I don't know, Steve," Eddie said finally, his voice cautious. "I need time to think."
Steve nodded, his eyes filled with a deep sadness. "I understand, Eddie. But please, think about it. I love you, and I'm so sorry for what I did. I'll give you all the time you need."
Steve's voice cracked with emotion, and he took a step back, giving Eddie space. Eddie could see the sincerity in Steve's eyes, and it made his heart ache.
Eddie looked away, trying to process his emotions. He could feel Steve's gaze on him, but he didn't know what to say. He needed time to think, to figure out if he could ever trust Steve again.
"I'll call you," Eddie said finally, his voice barely above a whisper.
Steve nodded, his face etched with disappointment. "Okay," he said. "I'll be waiting."
Eddie turned and walked away, leaving Steve standing alone in the old farmhouse. He could feel Steve's eyes on him, watching him go, but he didn't look back.
After a months of silence , Eddie finally called Steve. "Hey," he said, his voice soft.
"Hey," Steve replied, his tone cautious.
They talked for hours, catching up on everything they'd missed. Steve told Eddie about his progress on the farmhouse, and Eddie shared what was going on with him
As they talked, Eddie realized that he still had feelings for Steve. He'd been hurt, but Steve's apology and efforts to make amends had touched his heart.
"I want to see you," Eddie said finally.
Steve's voice lit up. "I'll meet you."
They met at the farmhouse, and Steve took Eddie on a tour of the renovations. Eddie was amazed at the progress Steve had made, and he couldn't help but feel really proud of him.
As they stood in the kitchen, Steve turned to Eddie and took his hand. "I'm so sorry again for what I did," he said, his eyes shining with tears.
Eddie's heart melted at that. "I forgive you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Steve's face lit up, and he pulled Eddie into a tight hug. They stood there for a long time, holding each other, the tension and hurt of the past few months melting away.
As they pulled back, Steve smiled. "I love you," he said.
Eddie's heart skipped a beat. "I love you too," he replied.
And with that, they would raised their little girl and live a long happy life together.
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lexirosewrites · 2 months ago
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Big fan of the “spontaneous heat/rut” trope and can’t stop thinking about o!eddie in the D&D room thinking he’s supposed to be alone in the school but hearing noise from the auditorium next door. He huffs and throws himself out of his DM’s throne to go investigate/tell whoever it is to piss off.
A!Steve is trying to change himself, to better himself. He really likes the spring musical the school is doing so even though he’s never done it before, he’s gonna try out. But he hasn’t sung outside of karaoke parties or the shower. So he sneaks into the auditorium with the music for a couple different songs. He nervously parks himself on the stage and starts singing. It’s ridiculously soft at first but as he gets more confident he gets louder. He stands straighter and keeps his head high, eyes focused on the empty seats in front of him.
Eddie throws the doors to the auditorium open and marches up the center aisle as Steve breaks into the chorus of “Agony” from Into the woods. He stops, frozen between one step and the next, as Steve’s voice washes over him. And he feels the tickle of slick between his legs. Slowly, with wide eyes, he bends nearly in half and stares at his own crotch in disbelief.
Getting wet for Harrington? What an omega cliche. Eddie is ready to write it off as a momentary embarrassment when an incapacitating wave of heat washes through him. He drops to his knees with a wordless cry loud enough that Steve stops singing and all but throws himself off the stage, running towards the Omega in distress.
Eddie’s friends are never gonna let him live down going into heat over a jock singing musical theater💀
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scoops-aboy86 · 1 month ago
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Omega Eddie Munson who is not very "traditionally omegan" at all. He's loud and brash and hauls his own amps around as needed, doesn't particularly enjoy people trying to do things for him. Maybe it's because he lost his mother so young, or because he was mostly raised by his Uncle Wayne, a beta.
He also has no interest whatsoever in being pupped and, inevitably, at one point or another, everyone he knows tries to talk to him about it. Sometimes they wax poetic about the wonders of pregnancy and the miracle of birth; sometimes they very understandingly ask if he's ever thought about studding, thinking that because he doesn't seem very omega he would be more comfortable as an alpha instead. The latter are the people he really goes off on if they keep pushing it, because wtf? Just because his wants in life don't conform to their expectations, that means he should make massive and expensive changes his very biology just to fit into the box that's "supposed" to not want to be pregnant? When he just told them that he doesn't want to do that?
Because the thing is, Eddie is completely fine being an omega. Yeah he likes hard music, but he also enjoys soft things and took to nesting as soon as he presented like a fish to water. It's not that he doesn't want to be a parent, he just doesn't have the built in breeding kink that everyone and their mother seems to have in this genre of fanfic.
And then there's Steve, with his dream of an RV and a partner and six little nuggets. Who gets a little bright eyed whenever he sees a baby or a pregnant person, because he's always wanted his own to dote on. None of this is a secret; he's always been known as a hopeless romantic with desperate dreams of fatherhood.
Naturally, everyone is surprised when Steve and Eddie get together, because... pups? No pups? It just seems like one of them is going to end up unhappy.
But honestly? They talk about it, and Eddie confesses that he's always kind of wanted to adopt, the way Wayne took him in when his mom died and his dad went to jail. To take a kid who was dealt a shitty hand in life and give them all the extra cards they need to make it work anyway. And Steve, whose alpha/alpha parents had only had a kid because everyone else was doing it, part of the whole American Dream package deal etc., lights up because... yeah, he would love to keep some kid(s) from having to grow up like he did, never quite paid attention to or loved the way he needed.
They court and mate, all while Eddie stays on birth control and takes Plan B after his heats, and they apply to adopt. They end up chosen by a teenage beta girl who got oops pregnant, and Steve is over the moon having someone to take care of through a pregnancy, ferrying her around to all her doctor appointments and everything. Eddie loves that part of it too, so it's something he and Steve get to do ❤️together❤️ and they're so. Very. Excited to be parents.
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stevieschrodinger · 28 days ago
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Part One Two Three Four Five
TW Human trafficking discussions of injury
Steve finished his phone call, and it’s been long enough that Eddie’s kind of...over it. For a second.
“I’m going to go put blockers on, and then I’ll bring back-”
A whine escapes Eddie. Needy and Omega and not even remotely under his control, he slaps his hand over his mouth, mortified. Okay, he’s not over it. Whatever the fuck that was with Steve’s scent, he’s not remotely over it.
Steve takes a deep breath, “right. Are you going to be okay sleeping in here alone today?”
Eddie swallows, and he manages it, he just about forces out a, “yeah. Course I am.”
“You’re not are you?”
“Not even remotely,” Eddie could be stronger. He could have held that in but...he just didn’t want to. He’s been so fucking strong for so long, he suddenly feels like he’s slid off the end of his strength. He’s...safe with Steve. Steve rescued him. Even if Steve did sort of...leave him here. Overnight. But apparently he was dismantling that abusive assholes empire and that was...satisfying. And worth it.
Eddie’s tired to his bones, everything that happened yesterday, the pain in his feet, the bad stomach and the night spent pretzeled on the floor all seem to be hitting him at once now that he’s showered and wearing clean clothes.
Something about Steve’s scent has just breached a dam inside Eddie. He just doesn’t have it in him to fight any more.
Steve breathes out sharply, then pinches the bridge of his nose, “okay. Okay. I’ll go and get blockers for both of us, and then I’ll stay in here with you, is that-”
“Yes,” Eddie says it too fast. He knows he does, but he’s got Steve’s scent in his nose and, other than last night, the horrific night wedged up against Steve’s couch, Eddie hasn’t slept alone in a room for...a long time. A very long time. It’s not just that he wants to roll around in Steve’s scent it’s that...well. He’s used to the sounds of other people breathing, whispering to each other, even the sounds of the night security guy doing his rounds.
“No,” Eddie finds himself saying when Steve reappears in the doorway, a can of scent blocking spray in his hand, the word slipping out without Eddie's consent.
Steve hesitates, but then says, “it’s a really bad idea for us to not wear blockers.”
“It doesn’t feel like a bad idea,” and it doesn’t. It feels like the absolute best idea Eddie may have ever had. Ever, in his entire life. It’s kind of a sex thing. Alright, definitely might be a sex thing, but Eddie’s never had sex and right now it’s an Alpha safe sleep thing that Eddie’s Omega is just crying out for.
Steve swallows thickly, “you’ve only just...come out of that place. And...we only just met. And, I mean. I know it might, feel like a good idea but...I feel like we should…” Steve trails off vaguely, and Eddie is at least comforted by the fact that Steve doesn’t seem to want to wear the blockers either, “I don’t want to end up doing anything you’re not...I mean, you’re hurt…”
“Don’t think you’re gonna’ rub your dick on my feet. Unless you’re into-”
“Eddie.”
“Fine.”
“We can...talk, tomorrow, okay?” Steve sprays his wrists and neck, then spritses the rest of himself, a fine spray over his loose sleep clothes. The throws the spray to Eddie, who does the same where he’s still sitting on the toilet lid.
“Okay, I’ll finish up your feet now.” And Steve does, taking his position in front of Eddie, applying a fresh layer of antiseptic cream and wrapping his feet with the padded bandages, pulling a fluffy pair of socks over the whole lot to help keep it in place.
Eddie limps to the bed, one arm slung over Steve’s strong shoulders. He gets in, but when Steve heads towards the door he can’t help but whine again. Which is just, a tiny bit embarrassing, Eddie’s certain he’s never whined for an Alpha even once in his whole life, and now he’s suddenly making a habit out of it.
“Look. Look it’s okay I...okay, look,” Steve comes back to him, “we’re both really, really tired, and we really have to sleep. I’m just going for a glass of water for both of us, alright? I’ll be right back, okay?”
Steve’s voice is so gentle, so even, Eddie’s pretty sure he’s being...handled in some way. An alpha comforting their Omega, or something along those lines, but he’s too tired to fight it, he’s far enough gone that he doesn’t even want to try and fight it any more. He’s not to proud to admit that he likes the idea of spending the night in close proximity. To have the protection of an Alpha. To maybe losing his virginity in this massive fucking bed.
Eddie adjusts things a little while Steve is off getting water and whatever else he’s doing. He rearranges the pillows to his liking, adjusting the comforter and the soft blankets folded at the bottom of the bed. He’s never been able to nest before; stolen away before the instincts ever really kicked in, and then simply never having opportunity after that. The narrow beds in the dormitory had an absolute economy of blankets to ensure the Omega there never nested.
“Oh,” Steve comes back eventually, full glass in each hand, “good,” an assessment of the nest that has Eddie’s Omega practically purring despite the tired and lacklustre nature of the nest. Eddie settles into his slap dash, half formed nest, not interested in doing any more now that Steve is here. He puts a glass on each side of the bed before pulling the thick heavy curtains to block out the daylight, “I spoke to Hopper briefly, he probably has a lead on your uncle Wayne. He might be able to do something about putting you two in touch tomorrow.”
“Oh,” Eddie doesn’t know what to think; he hasn’t seen Wayne in years. He hasn’t been a part of the real world in such a long time that it all sort of slaps him in the face a little bit. He’s going to...go off and just expected to be normal, despite what he’s been through. Eddie flashes briefly on a future where he has to wear a tie to a job interview and the sheer mundaneness of the image is almost overwhelming.
He doesn’t know if he should laugh or cry at the thought.
“Is that...okay? Is that what you want?” Steve speaks, and Eddie realizes he’s probably been quiet for too long.
“Yeah. Yeah of course I...I’ve got to go somewhere, I guess. I’ve got nothing. Man...I’m actually going to have to get a job.”
Steve snorts, “I’m sure you’ll find something. But...all the others that got rescued this morning, Hopper said they’re setting up, therapy and stuff for them, if you want that? Most of them were taken more recently than you, it sounds like they all have homes to go to.”
Eddie makes a derisive noise as Steve clicks off the lamp, leaving them in darkness, “no thanks. And I never got to finish school, so we’ll see how the job thing goes. Good, though. About the others.”
“I could...probably help, with something, if you like-” Steve starts to say, vaguely trailing off, and Eddie sinks further into his nest. The bed is too soft, really, and he worries for a second he’s going to have the same issue he had with the couch last night.
When Steve climbs in, he decides he’s going to make it work.
“No...no, thank you, I mean. You’ve already done so much, you saved us all I. I should probably get back to Wayne and...live my life? I guess. It’s so weird to even talk about it.”
“You’ll definitely be able to sue for damages once he’s found guilty which...Hopper says they need you to give a statement. He said it probably won’t be any more than that, they’ve already started going through the Ranch and Tommy’s bank accounts, they have the recording from me...buying you. Hopper couldn’t go into details I guess, but it sounds like the evidence is already pretty landslide. Hopefully you guys bankrupt him, his stock already tanked and he hardly has anything left.”
“What...what happened to the Ranch?” Eddie asks hesitantly, and then yawns. Kind of weird to think that after years of being stuck there, he’s never going to see it again.
“Once Hopper’s people release it and the legal stuff goes through, it’ll be mine. It’s as is, other than what they take for evidence, is there something there you wanted?”
“Never had anything,” Eddie answers honestly, “what are you going to do with it?”
“Not sure. Only really wanted it because it was Tommy’s.”
“Stealing the other kids toys, huh?”
“Pretty much. He’s always been a dick, I just didn’t realize he was actually...a monster, you know?”
“Yeah,” Eddie blinks into the darkness, “I hope he’s someone's bitch in prison.”
“Big hairy dude. Covered in tattoos. Answers to Bubba.”
“Oh you know the guy?”
Steve snorts a laugh, and the bed shifts as Steve settles, close enough to feel his warmth but not close enough to touch.
It’s not long before they’re both asleep.
Eddie wakes, gummy eyed, to a fucking god awful noise. He groans, flopping over, only half aware that Steve’s pulling away from him, grabbing his phone.
“Someone at the gate,” Steve mumbles. Apparently he can control the whole security thing from his phone, because he’s speaking into it, “leave it at the front door.”
Eddie blinks, squinting in the light, leaning over, watching on the tiny little security feeds on Steve’s phone. A delivery guy coming up the drive, getting out of his van, dropping off a box, and then doing the whole thing in reverse.
The gate closes behind his little van and Steve’s phone goes dark.
“We should get up, it’s gone two.”
Eddie doesn’t even bother to answer, just rolls away and buries his face in his pillow.
He’s vaguely aware of Steve leaving, coming back maybe ten minutes later. Eddie squints over in the light from the open doorway; Steve unpacks a box, and then Eddie remembers. His clothes. Steve ordered him a bunch of ugly rich people clothes.
Steve goes into the walk in, and there are little clinky noises as he hangs things up. A drawer opens and closes.
Steve comes back, the box and some wrappers abandoned, and he climbs back into bed, resting his tablet on his knees, “look.”
Eddie does, it’s just front page after front page. Every headline. Every news site. Hagan is completely and irrecoverably fucked.
There are pictures of him in cuffs and being shoved unceremoniously into the back of a police car, which Eddie is fucking thrilled by, “could we print that one? I’ll have it in a nice frame next to my bed, I think.”
Steve snorts a laugh.
Steve scrolls, skimming faster than Eddie can hope to keep up with. He can read it’s just...he hasn’t been allowed too for a long time, he needs to get some books, get back into what he enjoyed. See what new stuff there is.
The thought of being able to do something as simple as buy a book, then sit and read it, is quite heady.
Steve tuts, dragging Eddie’s attention back to the screen, “Nancy, what have you said.”
“Who’s Nancy?”
“She works for me, looks like she’s given an interview already.”
“Oh, about you, like, buying everything?”
“Yeah...Yada yada Harrington Enterprises...here we go. Mr. Hagans’ alleged crimes...if proved guilty...despicable. Oh, she said despicable, she doesn’t usually commit like that. No comment on the take over. Okay, that’s kind of boring Nance.”
Eddie laughs.
Steve reads a little more, “yeah, he’s fucked. Tommy won’t be coming back from this. Not ever. And to be honest, the people inside are going to know what he’s in for, people don’t like Omega abuse. He’s going to get fucked up.”
“Good.”
“Yeah. Hungry?”
Eddie thinks for a second, he could do with more sleep, but if he sleeps now, he won’t be able to tonight and that’ll just fuck him up even more, “I could eat.”
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Ride them when they hit
Written for the Get Lucky bonus card of the @steddiebingo
Prompt: Cock Block
Rated: E
Tags: omegaverse; A!Steve; O!Eddie; Established relationship; Mates; Steddie dads; Sexually explicit content; Breeding kink; mpreg (mentioned)
Notes: Set in the same universe as Whatever you want it to be
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Eddie stirs awake as Steve climbs back into bed, instinctively scooting closer to seek his warmth. The alarm clock on the bedside table tells him that it's just after two in the morning. 
“Lizzie again?” he mutters, burrowing his nose in the crook of Steve’s neck to inhale his pine-and-moss scent. Steve grunts in reply, pulling the blanket over both of them. 
“I don't get how you can just sleep through her crying. Aren't you supposed to have some sort of omegan instinct that wakes you at the first sign of distress?” 
Eddie jawns heartily. 
“Yeah, except she's not in distress, big boy. She just doesn't have any concept of day and night yet. She can't tell if it's sleep time or playtime.” 
Steve huffs, a warm tickle of air against Eddie’s scalp where his nose has burrowed into his hair. 
“I wonder where she gets that from. Last time I checked, it was close to midnight and you were still in the kitchen with that stupid guitar.”
Eddie squawks in mock-indignation. 
“Well, excuse me for feeling inspired.” He knows that Steve isn't really mad. After all, he was the one who suggested he get back into music, the one who pushed him into taking gigs when Eddie was still hesitant. “I haven't had a creative high like this since before Liz was born, and you gotta ride them when they hit.” 
Steve grumbles something into his hair - something that sounds suspiciously like rather have you ride something else. Eddie snorts and kisses his neck, rolling on top of him. 
“Aw. Is someone jealous?” 
“Someone's goddamn tired,” Steve mumbles into the ensuing kiss - a slow, lazy dance of lips and tongues. His hands travel up to cup Eddie’s ass under the covers. “My mate is riding creative highs all night long, and that little bundle of joy of ours can't stay asleep for more than two hours on end.” 
Eddie laughs against his mouth, soft and fond.
“Tired after one kid already?” he hums, rolling his hips and grinning when he feels Steve’s cock stir through both of their pajama pants. “I thought you wanted at least six?” 
Steve swears under his breath. The sharp, earthy spike in his scent is all the warning Eddie gets before the room flips and he finds himself pinned into the mattress, Steve's tongue licking past his lips, Steve’s hand fumbling for the waistband of his boxers. 
“When's your next heat?” he rumbles, nose searching the scent gland at the crook of Eddie’s neck and shoulder, teeth grazing the mating bite. The feeling is enough to make Eddie keen, high and needy. “You're due for one soon, right?” 
“Yeah,” Eddie breathes, lifting his hips so that Steve can pull the pants over his hips, moaning when his fingers dip into the slick, warm heat between his thighs. He's been getting better and better at telling when his heats are gonna hit, now that the pregnancy hormones are wearing off and he's no longer trying to repress them. “Any day, really.” 
Steve growls against his pulse, cock pressing hard and insistent into the soft flesh of his thighs, scent growing darker, wilder, deeper. His ruts have started coming closer and closer to Eddie’s heats, and it's only a matter of time now until they'll sync. 
“Good,” he rumbles, slipping his fingers deeper and curling them just so, smiling against the mating bite when Eddie gasps. “Gonna fuck you all the way through it. Gonna put my knot in you and keep you there for days. Gonna breed you until you're round and plump with my pups. Gonna-” 
Eddie never finds out what else exactly he's gonna do, because a high-pitched wail picks up from next door, and Steve’s forehead thunks into the pillow next to his head. Eddie suppresses a pitiful little whine as he rolls off him and pulls out his fingers. 
“Looks like your daughter has other plans.” 
Steve huffs. 
“Sure, when it's ass o'clock in the morning, she's my daughter,” he grumbles, but he still flaps the blanket aside and swings his legs over the edge of the mattress. Eddie wraps a hand around his wrist to stop him.
“I can go, if you wanna. You shouldn’t always have to-”
“Nah, I got it.” Steve gently pushes him back into the pillows. “You stay here.” 
He nips at Eddie’s neck as he says it, and Eddie’s content hum turns into a surprised gasp. 
“You're not planning on trying for round two, are you? Not that I wouldn't be very much on board with that, but Lizzie seems to be set on remaining an only child lately, so I don't think our chances are too high.”
“Don’t you worry about that. Robin has been pestering me about wanting to spend more time with her godchild for weeks, so first thing tomorrow, I’m gonna call her and ask her to take her off our hands for a few days,” Steve says. Then, already with one hand on the doorknob, he turns. In the darkness of the bedroom, his eyes glimmer - wild and golden and hungry. “Sleep now while you have the chance. You’ll need the energy once that heat hits, because I meant every word I just said.” 
Eddie lies and stares at the dark ceiling for a long time, listening to his mate coo and laugh at their infant daughter next door and trying to ignore the crippling horniness growing in his belly. 
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it all comes down to you
Explicit | 4k | Omegaverse; Alpha Steve, Omega Eddie | Divider Credit
Written for @stmarchmm Day 12: Mating/Bonding Day 15: First time/First kiss Day 18: Knotting Day 19: Heats/Ruts (though this is just a false heat) Day 25: Scentmates/Soulmates Day 31: Biting/Marking
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Eddie knows as he stands at the edge of the forest, that this could be his only chance to find a mate. As a maleomega with no dowry and no real standing in society, there's very little reason for an alpha to ever actively choose Eddie. He's more likely to end up at the whore house, submitting to any alpha or beta willing to pay the price, and that's not what he wants. 
Call him a romantic, but Eddie wants an Alpha, wants someone to love him and care for him, someone he'd be glad to call his mate.
That doesn't mean the run isn't a risk. He knows that he could end up just like his mother- saddled with an alpha that treats him like garbage, that takes what they want and leaves Eddie to put himself back together. An alpha that cares more about money than family, that would just abandon their children if anything were to happen to Eddie.
Yes, he knows firsthand exactly how bad it could be.
It could be good, though. 
It's at least worth the try.
Eddie ties up his hair as the full moon rises above the treetops and the chill night air settles on his bare skin. The elixir they fed him earlier warms him from the inside out; it heightens his instincts, increases his scent and his need to run, to be chased. The false heat will be upon him soon, and while Eddie does want to be caught, he intends to make his future alpha work for it.
A horn blows in the distance, low and foreboding, and Eddie bolts, darting off into the trees. He runs as fast as he's able, trying to cover as much distance as he can with the little head start he gets. It feels like barely any time has passed when a second horn sounds, the signal that the alphas have joined the run.
Eddie keeps his distance from the other omegas, wanting to keep his scent distinct as he weaves through the trees. He occasionally reaches out to touch the scent gland in his wrist to one, leaving a trail for an alpha to follow as he moves deeper and deeper. A low growl and footsteps coming up behind him kick Eddie's instincts into overdrive and he darts forward, the chase truly on. 
He doesn’t know how long he runs, but he can hear the alpha break off at one point, leaving to find easier prey, and another takes their place, their steps different as they hunt Eddie down. After a third alpha abandons the chase, Eddie wonders if he should just shop, should just let himself be caught. 
The feeling increases as he can smell the matings happening around him, the blending of scents as omegas are caught and claimed, one after the other. His steps slow and he takes a moment to catch his breath, even as his instincts urge him to continue running, telling him that it’s not over, and he should know better than to ignore those feelings. 
He doesn’t hear the footsteps approaching until it’s too late.
Arms snatch Eddie around his waist as a body collides into him, and the sudden momentum sends both him and the newcomer tumbling to the ground. The rough landing steals the remainder Eddie's breath, but he still tries to scramble away as soon as they roll to a stop, his instincts still driving him to run until he’s properly claimed. 
He gives it his best go, but the alpha’s hold on him is unwavering as they tussle on the forest floor. The only thing that stops Eddie’s relentless squirming is the set of teeth that latch onto the back of his neck. He goes lax under the pinch of sharp canines and finally realizes that the game is over; he has been hunted, and he has been caught. 
A low growl vibrates against Eddie's skin before shifting into a purr as hands roam over Eddie's sides, spreading the alpha's scent over his skin. It's woodsy and smokey, but crisp, like walking through the forest on a clear autumn night. Eddie can't help but trill as it fills his nose, something about it settling deep in his soul, and he hopes that his own scent is just as pleasing to the stranger. 
The alpha ruts against him and Eddie’s mouth waters as the man’s heavy cock slides against his naked ass. He keens and arches his back, pushing into the touch as the teeth release his neck and move to scrape over his mating gland.
“Been looking for you, Omega,” the alpha says through the purr still rumbling in his chest. “Could smell you on the trees. Needed to find you, my perfect omega. My true mate.”
It's not until the alpha says it that Eddie realizes, but that is what this is. This thrum coursing through his body, like is very soul is singing, calling out to the alpha above him.
When Eddie came here hoping for an alpha, he never would have dreamed that he'd find his perfect match, his scentmate. It's something that only happens in stories and fairy tales, in dreams that Eddie stopped believing in once his mother passed. But here he is - Eddie's destined Alpha, in the flesh. 
Eddie's scent blooms around them, apple and honey and warm spice filling the air as his purr starts in his chest. “You found me, Alpha. I’m yours, need you, please.”
“I have you, lovely. I'll give you what you need.” The alpha sits up and Eddie whines at the loss, only to be placated by hands that run over the plane of his back. The touch is gentle but firm as it follows smooth skin down to the swell of his ass. “Gonna mate you, Omega. Claim you and-”
Something slams into Eddie's alpha, sending him flying to the side and leaving the omega suddenly exposed to the elements. Eddie is confused until a different set of hands grab his hips, bigger and rougher than his alpha's. They pull until Eddie is forced to present, his back arched and ass in the air. The unfamiliar scent of linen and musk floods his senses, like he’s just been pressed face first into dirty, stale bedding, and it’s just so intrinsically wrong. 
Eddie can’t stop the high, distressed keen that rips from him as he scrambles forward, trying to escape the stranger’s grip. Nails dig into his sides as the alpha tries to keep him in place and Eddie cries out as they catch, ripping at his skin until the omega can smell his own blood mixing with the scent of his fear.
The snarl that cuts through the clearing is enough to make both Eddie and the stranger freeze, and then suddenly the hands are gone as the alpha is ripped away from him. The sound of fighting is unmistakable and so dangerously close, and Eddie moves away from the brawl as quickly as he can, not wanting to get caught up in it. It’s only when he’s a safe distance away that he turns to watch, thankful for the moonlight that shines into the clearing.
The two seem to be pretty evenly matched. Eddie’s alpha - and he’s not sure how, but he just knows which one is his - is a bit shorter than the other, but he’s got some muscle and is clearly well trained, his movements fluid in comparison to the other alpha’s rage-fueled attacks. Eddie watches as they struggle, and there’s one terrifying moment where Eddie’s mate gets pinned beneath the bigger man. 
Everything within him screams to jump in, to get this man off his alpha, but before he can even move their positions are flipped and Eddie’s alpha is landing blow after blow on the aggressor. There’s a sickening crunch and a loud yelp, and Eddie can smell the tang of fresh blood even from where he sits. Eddie's alpha growls low and threatening as the loser scurries off, and he makes sure the threat is gone before turning to face Eddie.
The omega stays where he is as the man stalks over and drops to his knees between Eddie’s legs. Eddie finally gets a good look at his face - hazel eyes, a strong nose, and a scattering of moles across tanned skin - before he's distracted by the bruise already starting to bloom on one sharp cheekbone. Eddie whines in sympathy, and his alpha must be thinking the same thing, because he reaches out to brush his fingers over the scratches on Eddie’s hips. The touch pulls a soft hiss from him, and his alpha growls low. 
“Should have killed him for hurting you, Omega. For drawing blood that isn’t his.”
Eddie shakes his head. “You stopped him from claiming me, you kept me safe. Just need you now, Alpha," he says, and receives a low, pleased rumble.
“And you have me. What’s your name, lovely?”
“Edward- Eddie.”
The alpha smiles and mutters “Eddie, my dearest. My name is Stephen, but those closest to me call me Steve.” 
Steve. Eddie's beloved is named Steve, and he can feel the name etching itself onto his very soul as Steve dips down, pressing a chaste kiss to the line of Eddie's jaw. He nuzzles the underside of it before his lips trace down the side of Eddie's neck, and the omega tilts his head in submission as he lets himself fall back onto the earth. Steve follows him down, unrelenting in his task to- to taste Eddie? To scent him? Eddie isn't entirely sure, but he purrs loudly at the attention.
“Alpha, Steve.”
Steve hums and nips at his collar bone as he makes his way down, kissing and licking his way over Eddie’s chest until he can lave his tongue over the scratches left on pale hips. Eddie shivers at the sensation and digs his fingers into the leaves beneath him as Steve focuses on the wounds, his own big hands pinning Eddie’s thighs to the ground.
He doesn't stop until he's cleaned away any blood that had spilled across Eddie's skin, and then he licks over Eddie's smaller, omegan dick, causing the man to jerk in his hold. Eddie gasps and his hands snap up, pushing into Steve’s hair. He briefly marvels at the softness of it before tugging on the locks as Steve licks him again.
“Steve, please kiss me," Eddie begs, and when Steve relents and moves up to seal their mouths together, it feels like coming home, like something that's been missing has finally slotted into place.
Eddie doesn't have a lot of experience. He's kissed before, has let a couple of hands find their way into his pants and done the same to a few others. But he’s never had this, never had someone’s full attention on him like this. Steve kisses Eddie like he wants to consume him, like they'll merge into one person if he only presses closer, kisses harder. It's instantly addictive- even moreso when Steve's tongue presses into his mouth, deepening the connection.
Steve's hands begin to wander, moving over Eddie's thighs and hips and thumbing unexpectedly at his dick, making the omega whine. The hand moves down and the alpha rubs at his entrance, feeling the slick that's steadily leaking out of him and spreading it around. When Steve pushes two fingers into him without preamble, Eddie trembles at the intrusion.
It doesn't hurt; the false heat has progressed far enough that Eddie is dripping fluid and his body is eager to be filled. It's easy to arch into it, to grind his hips down to meet every thrust Steve gives him. Two fingers quickly becomes three, then four, and Eddie whines into the open air. "Need you, Alpha! Fuck me, fill me- make me yours, please!"
"You have me, Omega," Steve says as he pulls his fingers free. He hauls Eddie closer and wraps a hand around his dick, giving it a few pumps to smear Eddie's slick over it before he lines up with the omega's cunt. Eddie keens as Steve finally pushes into him, his cock so good as it stretches him open, filling him so perfectly. He clutches at Steve’s shoulders as the alpha rocks into him inch by inch until their hips are pressed together.
“Oh. So full, Alpha,” he gasps, and Steve rumbles as he grinds his hips forward, pulling a groan from the omega. Eddie can already tell that this isn't going to last long, both of them on edge already - Eddie from the elixir and Steve's touch, and Steve himself from the chase, the adrenaline from the fight.
“So good for me, my Eddie. Letting me have you like this."
Eddie nods dumbly and wraps his legs around Steve's hips, pulling him even closer. "Only you, no one else. My first and only."
Steve's scent sharpens at the confession and he dips down, pressing a bruising kiss to Eddie's mouth. When Steve finally moves it's only slow for a moment, just long enough to make sure Eddie is properly adjusted, before he speeds up.
Eddie’s never felt anything like this before, has never experienced the high that Steve's cock is giving him. He wants this every day. Wants to live the rest of his life stretched wide and stuffed full, with Steve bringing him pleasure over and over.
The rational part of Eddie’s brain knows that he won’t be able to get pregnant now, the elixir only sending him into a false heat. That doesn’t stop him from begging for it though, a stream of “Fill me, Alpha, knot me, breed me please,” as he gets closer to release. Steve growls low and snaps his hips harder into Eddie.
“I will, Omega. Going to pup you, mate you, make you mine.”
It doesn't take long after that. Eddie cries out as he comes, spilling between their bodies as Steve’s knot expands inside him. He shudders as the alpha grinds into him, pushing even deeper until he comes with a loud growl. Eddie keens as his insides are flooded with warmth, and he has a brief moment of disappointment because he knows it won't take.
The thought vanishes when Steve sinks his teeth into Eddie’s neck, breaking the skin and branding the omega with his mark. It burns like nothing he's felt before, like fire ripping through his skin before it settles into a pulsing warmth.
Steve tips his head to the side and Eddie doesn't hesitate before he leans in and places his own bite on Steve's neck, the alpha groaning as Eddie breaks the skin of his mating gland. Eddie can feel as the bond snaps into place between them, a bright, shining thread that ties them together. It’s an instant comfort, like being wrapped in a fire-warmed blanket on the coldest winter night.
He laps at the blood and ichor before it can run down Steve's chest, and he can feel the rumble of the alpha's purr under his mouth. They lay there for a moment before Steve pulls back just enough to press a sweet, bloody kiss to Eddie's mouth. “We might be here for a bit until my knot goes down.”
“I don’t mind. Like how you feel inside me,” Eddie mutters, and Steve shudders.
He brings a hand up to trace over Eddie's cheek, his fingers following the shape of his nose and lips. "You are so beautiful," he mutters, and Eddie blushes.
"Says you," Eddie retorts as he cups Steve's face in his hands. The moonlight shining down on them makes him appear almost ethereal. "You're so lovely, I'm sure the gods handcrafted you themselves."
Steve scoffs lightly and dips down to kiss Eddie again, and the omega smiles into it as he feels the warmth rushing to Steve's face. They kiss slowly, finally able to enjoy the action without the need to rush. Eddie thinks it's the best kiss he's ever had in his life, and judging by the warm, smoky scent that blooms around them, he thinks Steve might feel the same.
Eddie isn't sure how long they spend learning each other's mouths, but he keens when Steve finally pulls free, the combination of feeling empty and feeling Steve's release leaking from him making him wince. Steve coos and moves down, and Eddie jerks when the alpha laps over his entrance, tasting the mix of them in Eddie's slick.
Eddie gasps an "Alpha!" as Steve presses closer, as he slides his tongue into the wet warmth of Eddie's cunt. He doesn't stop as the omega whines and cries and begs, his mate set on some unknown task. The man only concedes when Eddie is shaking apart again and adding to the mess on his stomach - and Steve's face, he learns when the alpha pulls back, his mouth and chin wet and shiny.
Steve wipes his face with the back of his hand before pressing a kiss to Eddie's mouth. "You're delicious, my Omega. I can't wait to get you home so I can really savor you."
Eddie, flushes and shoves playfully at his mate's shoulder. "Speaking of, we should probably be getting back."
Steve nods and stands before helping Eddie off the ground. There's just enough light as Steve runs his hands over Eddie's back and legs, brushing away any stray dirt and leaves that cling to his skin. He even pulls a few out of his hair, and Eddie is glad that he tied it up before the run - after everything, it would have been a pain to brush.
Steve wraps an arm around Eddie's waist and tugs him close, offering both support and protection as they head back in the direction they came.
“We have a bit of a walk ahead of us. Tell me about yourself?” Steve asks, and Eddie smiles. He tells Steve about his home, his uncle who raised him, the reason why he came to the run in the first place. Steve just lets Eddie chatter on until they reach the edge of the forest and the familiar sight of lanterns dotted along the path leading back to town.
Others are getting back as well, pairs of Alphas and Omegas clinging to each other in a similar manner, all of them making their way back to the starting point for the whole event. They're not too far off when Eddie spies a woman standing off to the side, something fabric held in her arms, and she lights up as Steve guides them closer.
“Welcome back! I'm guessing you had fun?” she asks as she passes over what turns out to be two cloaks, one for each of them. 
“Just a little.” Steve grins and tips his head, showing off the fresh bite in the crook of his neck. The woman gasps before squealing in delight as she pulls Steve into a hug. Eddie smiles, watching the interaction as he pulls the cloak around his shoulders. It’s nice, clearly well made, and Eddie briefly wonders exactly who he’s found himself mated to that they can afford something so clearly expensive.
“Robin, this is Eddie," Steve says as he reaches out, tugging Eddie closer. "Eddie, meet Robin, my best friend in the world and my right hand woman.”
"It's nice to meet you," Eddie says, unsure just how polite he needs to be. The woman - another Alpha, he can tell - is clearly important to Steve, but also- Eddie is essentially naked. He supposes that formality may not be an issue in the current setting, and he's proven right when Robin gives him a bright smile.
"It's nice to meet you as well, Eddie. May I recommend finishing this conversation in the carriage, before your mate freezes, Steve?"
"Right! Of course," Steve says and ushers Eddie forward. "There's salve in the carriage, yes? Eddie has wounds that need attention."
"Salve and bandages. It seems like you'll be needing some as well, though," Robin replies as she reaches out to poke at Steve's bruised cheek. Eddie's mate smacks the hand away.
"I'll be fine, Birdie. There's more important things to worry about. Tomorrow, we need to travel to Forest Hills to collect Eddie’s uncle and all their things, and move them to the castle,” Steve says, and Eddie freezes in place. Steve and Robin continue on, and he hears his mate say “We’ll also need to appoint him a lady in waiting, but I honestly think Chrissy would-”
Castle? 
Lady in waiting? 
Who on Earth is this man?
Steve seems to realize that Eddie isn't with them, because he turns to look at the omega, clearly concerned. "Eddie? Are you alright?"
"Castle," Eddie replies, blinking harshly. "You said- Why did you say castle?"
Robin smacks Steve's arm in a gesture that screams of familiarity. "Did you not tell him?" she asks, and Steve flushes.
"I was waiting for the right moment!" he explains as he steps over and takes Eddie's hands in his own. He takes a breath, seeming to brace himself before he says "I'm the crown Prince of Loch Nora. My parents were in the process of arranging a mating for me, when I decided that I'd rather leave it in fate's hands than in theirs. Clearly it was the right decision, since the gods led me to you."
He punctuates the statement by reaching up to cup Eddie's face in his hands, and- Eddie can hardly breathe. Just hours ago he was a desperate man taking the riskiest chance of his life, and now he's mated to a prince. A prince who happens to be his scentmate.
"Am I dreaming?" he asks as tears well up in his eyes, and Steve coos. The alpha leans in and rubs their noses together, a sign of affection that only makes Eddie want to cry even more.
"Not dreaming, Eddie. This is real, this is happening. I found you, and you have me, my Omega."
They stand there for a moment, Eddie taking in his new reality as his mate surrounds him with the scent of a warm autumn evening, made all the stronger with Eddie's clove and spice. Eventually Eddie steps back, feeling lighter than he has in a long time.
"We, uh. We shouldn't keep Robin waiting any longer," he says, ignoring the slight roughness still clinging to his voice. Steve simply nods and takes his hand, leading them back over to where Robin is standing. Eddie laces their fingers together and listens to the soft drone of their voices as they discuss the logistics of moving Eddie's entire life into Steve's home.
"Are your parents going to be disappointed?" Eddie asks out of nowhere, cutting through the conversation and pulling the alphas' attention. A frown tugs at Steve's mouth even as he brings their joined hands up and presses a kiss to Eddie's knuckles.
"Even if they are, I promise nothing they say or do could ever make me leave you. You're my Omega, Eddie, my mate. I would give up the crown and run away before I'd ever give you up."
Eddie believes him. The conviction in his voice, in his face, lets Eddie know that Steve is telling him the truth. He would give up a life of royalty to be by Eddie's side.
He can't help but pull Steve in for a kiss, sinking every emotion he doesn't have the words for into it. It's brief but intense, and when they part he says "Take me home, my Alpha."
They continue their trek to the carriage, and possibly for the first time in his life, Eddie is genuinely excited to see what the future holds for him.
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Omega Eddie always hates having to take his bedding and nesting material to the laundromat after his heats. It’s not just embarrassing, the looks he gets from the Alphas that are in there sometimes puts him on edge.
When Steve and Eddie start hanging out and Steve finds out about this, he of course offers for Eddie to bring the stuff over to his place and do it there.
But it’s not just good intentions, Steve really wants to smell the slick-soaked sheets as Eddie drags them to the laundry room, and see the pretty pink flush on his cheeks. And from time to time if Eddie has to leave his stuff in the wash and leave, and Steve goes to retrieve an item so he can bury his nose into it and jerk off… well, who’s the wiser?
Eddie kind of has an inkling, think. Not to the extent of what Steve’s doing… but, well, he gets the same look and smell of those Alphas at the laundromat. It’s Steve, though, so Eddie’s more than okay with it. He’s had a thing for Steve for a while. But he assumes it’s just an Alpha reaction to omega slick, not that Steve has a thing for him specifically.
Still, the idea of Steve getting horny because of Eddie is hot as shit. So maybe Eddie “accidentally” drops a pair of slick-soaked briefs for Steve to find here and there, or gets himself just worked up enough before visiting Steve for Steve to smell it on him.
It drives Steve absolutely crazy. He’s jerked off more since he’s met Eddie than in the rest of his life, probably. Soon, Steve starts coating shit in his scent for Eddie to put in his nest, because the idea is Eddie being surrounded by his scent while working himself through his heat gets Steve all worked up too.
Until eventually Steve starts leaving his clothes and stuff coated in his scent with Eddie even when Eddie’s not in heat. (Eddie absolutely uses them to get himself off sometimes). And Eddie returns the favour, leaving stuff over at Steve’s place too. Way more than just normal pack scenting on both their parts.
At some point, the party just start assuming they’ve gotten into a relationship because they smell like each other literally all the time. They don’t even realize until Robin congratulates them on their one-year, and they’re like… “oh” . Because yeah, they’ve been leaving their scent all over each other for a while, to the point where anyone smelling them would think “taken”.
So they finally get on the same page and then go to Eddie’s trailer and have the sloppiest anniversary sex. And then do it again the next day in Steve’s bed while Eddie’s sheets are in the wash.
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Stranger Things March Mating Madness Prompt List!
above the cut, there are two versions of the master prompt list: one desktop calendar and one phone calendar
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staring at you staring at me
written for @steddie-week day 3: mutual pining
wc: 1085 I rating: G I tags: alpha steve harrington, omega eddie munson, courting, happy ending I [ao3]
“If you don’t stop staring at him, I’m going to tell Keith you’ve been slacking on the job.”
“You wouldn’t,” Steve says, turning away from watching Eddie examine every single VHS in the horror section of Family Video.
“No, I wouldn’t,” Robin agrees. “Did you know he tried asking me out again?”
“What the fuck? What’s wrong with him?”
“I could give you a list. First off, he needs a better deodorant, his sense of humor is abysmal, he thinks that women can hold their periods in like pee, he doesn’t know what the Loch Ness Monster is, he . . .”
Steve glances back at Eddie as his best friend continues to prattle on about their manager’s flaws. Eddie’s examining the same copy of Friday the 13th he’d looked at the day before. Steve loves the way the omega’s face scrunches up as he reads the synopsis before putting it back on the shelf and moving on to the next film.
Eddie’s attention flickers over to them, catching the alpha’s eyes. Steve gives him a little finger wave, which has Eddie pulling a chuck of hair in front of his face to hide behind.
“Steve, are you even listening to me?”
“Uh, yeah,” he whips around to look back at her, trying to recall the last thing she’d said. “Keith calls mashed avocados guacamole.”
“It’s just avocado, salt, and lime juice, Steve! That’s not guacamole!”
“Yeah, no, totally.” His gaze wanders back to Eddie, who’s now examining Fright Night.
“Just court him already.”
It’s a discussion they’d had repeatedly over the past several months. Steve had come up with excuses to not court the omega every time, ranging from giving him time to heal from his demobat wounds to having to kill Vecna again to Steve just having a bad hair day.
“My hair can’t be a mess if I’m going to start courting someone. It’s my best feature.” Steve had said.
Now, though, after months of excuses, he doesn’t have the energy for anything less than the truth. “What if he doesn’t want me?”
Robin raises an eyebrow at that. “Really? You think that Eddie doesn’t want you?”
“Well, yeah. I’m not exactly the type of alpha a guy like Eddie would go for. I mean, you’ve heard his cafeteria rants. I represent everything Eddie hates in the world.”
“He hates secretly nerdy guys who fight monsters and mother pups that don’t belong to him?”
“Preps,” he gestures to his starched polo and jeans. “He hates preps and rich kids.”
“Well, you’re not exactly rich anymore.”
She’s right. His parents had cut him off back in June when they found out once again that he’d not been accepted into any of the colleges they’d wanted him to apply for. In the year since he had graduated, his parents had expected that he would use the free time to round out his character and develop more “real world” experience to make his college applications more appealing to admissions boards. Unfortunately for them, the colleges they’d demanded he apply to required better greats than the ones he’d eeked by with. So his dad decided to cut him loose. Now, he rents the Henderson’s basement from Claudia, happy to help out around the house and get more time to torment Dustin like a real brother would.
“Come on, Steve. He’s in here practically every day for hours at a time, browsing the same selection of movies and making eyes at you. I mean, have you ever even seen him rent a VHS?”
“That’s because I rent them for him with my employee discount.”
“Does he even watch them?”
“Yeah, we watch them in the trailer for our weekly movie nights. I’ve told you about them, Rob.”
“Uh huh, uh huh,” she nods. “And how, exactly, do you two sit when you ‘watch’ these movies? Opposite ends of the couch? Separate seats entirely? Cause I’m willing to bet that not only do you cuddle during them, but Eddie initiates it.”
She’s right. But friends can cuddle without being romantically interested in each other. He and Robin cuddle sometimes. He and Tommy used to cuddle all the time before they drifted apart. Cuddling doesn’t mean Eddie’s interested in being courted by him.
He repeats the sentiment to her.
“I’m just saying, I think he’d be interested if you court him.”
“She’s right.”
Steve practically jumps out of his skin. He hadn’t heard Eddie approach the circulation counter. Embarrassment floods his cheeks. “Eddie, what–”
“You know I can hear everything you guys say, right? This place isn’t that big, and your voices are loud.”
Steve wants to shrivel up in a hole and die. He’s going to have to change his identity and move to a different state in order to escape his mortification. He’s going to have to–wait. Did he say . . .
“Did you say she was right?”
“Yeah. I feel like I’m going crazy with anticipation for when you start courting me,” Eddie easily admits. “I would have started courting you, but you seem like the kind of guy who’s traditional in that sense.”
Oh, god. He gets to court Eddie. Eddie wants him to court him. This revelation makes him want to sprint home to grab the gifts he’s been accumulating over the past few months and give them all to him at once.
Calm down, tiger. No need to rush it. Eddie deserves a proper courting ritual.
“So, when I ask to court you, you’re going to say yes?” His thoughts are in overdrive. He needs the confirmation before he gets ahead of himself with planning.
“Yes,” Eddie smiles.
Steve takes in a deep breath. “Eddie, sweetie, I’m going to need you to leave.”
The omega’s face falls. “What? Why?”
“Because I’m going to start freaking out in a really embarrassing way, and I don’t want you to see it. And,” he shoots him the signature Harrington smile. “I’ve got to start planning out our first date.”
Eddie pulls his hair in front of his face, swaying on the balls of his feet. “Will I still see you for our movie night tonight?”
“Wouldn’t dream of missing it. You still want Beetlejuice?”
Eddie nods.
“See you at eight, then.” He gives him a wink.
As soon as the shop door closes, Steve turns on Robin, eager to start talking through all his ideas until he comes up with the world’s best and most perfect first date.
The beta slumps against the counter. “Oh, god, what have I done?”
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Good Omega
written with @batty4steddie for day 7 of @steddie-week! we used prompt ‘free space’ which we chose to fill in with rockstar!steddie and omegaverse. 🤘
wc: 19k+ ⋆ rated: e ⋆ tags: a/b/o dynamics, band au, friends to lovers, omega!eddie, alpha!steve, praise kink ⋆ tw: implied past sa, negative self-talk, smut ⋆ read on ao3
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“Damn it!”
Eddie glanced up. He leaned away from the mirror where he had been carefully smudging smoky black along his eyes. He spun around on his stool. “What ails thee, Sir Gareth?”
“My AntiScent,” Gareth answered, putting his head in his hands. “I fucking ran out. I thought I still had some left.”
Ah.
Eddie stood and walked over to the red leather sofa. With his mammoth spiked platforms, he towered over the other omega.
“Been there.” Eddie placed a hand on Gareth’s shoulder and squeezed it, briefly scent-marking him to try and dissipate some of the distressed stink he was giving off.
Over time, they’d developed a sort of familial relationship as the only two omegas in the band. Eddie had gained the little brother he’d never had, and Gareth had gained a hot mess older brother who helped him survive the Alpha-dominated entertainment industry.
Eddie went back to his station and grabbed his kit, digging through it. “Fret not. You can use mine.”
“You sure?” Gareth asked, lifting his head hopefully. “Don’t you need them?”
Eddie tossed him the box. “Nah, not my first rodeo without ‘em.”
It was actually a relief. Eddie hated wearing blockers, which they all knew since he was frequently bitching about it. The closer he was to his cycle, the more of them he needed to keep his scent contained. They itched like a motherfucker and made him feel contained. It was like wearing a prison, like chains with locks wrapped tightly around his body—and not the fun, kinky kind.
While Gareth peeled and stuck on the patches, Eddie finished getting ready with a bit more pep in his step, fogging the room in a cloud of hairspray. 
The stage manager popped her head in to tell them they’d be ready for them in about half an hour. Eddie groaned, spinning in place and vibrating with pre-show energy. He wanted to go now.
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Eddie’s scent was clouding the dressing room unexpectedly when Steve walked in. Usually, hairspray was the only thing he could smell. Eddie hadn’t put on his blockers yet.  
Steve’s mouth suddenly became very dry. He hadn’t talked much that day, trying to preserve his voice as best he could before the show.
He grabbed a water from the mini-fridge to hydrate before trying to settle on the couch. He couldn’t sit comfortably in his jeans, so he lounged back carefully in hopes he wouldn’t pop a button. They weren’t leaving much to the imagination. Everyone could see the outline of his cock and knot in them.
Steve had gone all out on his outfit for their last show. With his short-sleeved, spandex gold button-up that was almost completely open, he was displaying an impressive amount of belly and chest hair, even for an Alpha.
He hadn’t eaten much, either. His pants were way too tight to handle any food. It certainly didn’t ease his hunger with Eddie’s scent filling the room. He smelled like an extremely buttery and spicy Snickerdoodle.
Steve was effectively distracting Eddie from his tantrum of impatience. It was their last show of the tour, so they’d all done just a little bit more than usual. They had to say goodbye with a bang. Always did. Steve was certainly gussied up. He was glistening in metallic gold. Fuck, he looked delicious.
“I said it already, but I’ll say it again: really love that color on you, sweetheart,” Eddie said, flopping over the arm of the sofa dramatically, his head landing directly in Steve’s lap as his legs kicked in the air. He looked up, grinning with all his teeth. “You look like a gold medal.”
It was difficult not to close his eyes and inhale deeply, not to pull Steve’s head down and thrust that sweet mouth onto his. Steve was half a week away from rut, just like Eddie was from his heat, and he could feel it thrumming between them like a live wire.
Eddie had lots of practice controlling himself around Steve and his ludicrously tempting scent. Sometimes—most times—Eddie swore it was made for his nose. Steve, his straight Alpha bandmate and best friend. Friend only.
Years of playing together, touring together, and long nights sleeping on the bus in their bunks only a few inches away from each other taunted him. Eddie had heard Steve jerk off more times than he could count. Had secretly gotten off with him and felt ashamed in the morning. Even more ashamed the time he’d called out Steve’s name with a one-night stand who definitely hadn’t been named Steve. (After that, he'd asked his partners to gag him.)
Steve knew Eddie’s scent well but didn’t get to fully experience it often. It was going to be all over him now. He was used to Eddie’s antics and closeness. He always enjoyed it. He loved omegas; they were so sweet, and they loved being close to Alphas, too. It truly hurt their feelings when Alphas weren’t receptive to their affections.
It was easy being friends with Eddie. He was encouraging and thoughtful, and he always made Steve feel good. Hearing the compliment made him smile really big. He was getting pumped.
Steve had only ever had one other male omega friend in his life: Tommy. He’d fallen in love with Steve, but unfortunately, it hadn’t been mutual, and they’d ended their friendship for good during their senior year of high school.
Steve had only officially met Eddie when he’d decided to audition for his band. He’d seen The Mind Flayer at The Hideout dozens of times before he’d seen their flier looking for a lead singer. They had been purely heavy metal and instrumental until Steve had joined. He’d always thought about singing, but it wasn’t something his parents—well, his dad—had encouraged.
Steve and Eddie had hit it off right away. Eddie was passionate about music and sharing his opinions. Even their clashes created beautiful musical harmony. Steve pushed slower songs with better beats and even some piano ballads, and Eddie pushed him to be louder, more emotional, and to really lose himself in the lyrics.
Steve didn’t care that Eddie was an omega. He was so talented with the guitar and had written some gorgeous songs. Steve was in awe of his style and energy.
Every fiber of Steve’s being had wanted to be a part of the band. He’d had a good feeling about it and never could have dreamt of the places it would eventually take them outside of their small town.
It truly blew his mind how successful they’d become, graduating from a van and bus to finally flying from show to show and staying in hotels. It had become so much fucking fun to sing his heart out and fool around on stage with his best friend.
Eddie turned his face into Steve’s bare stomach, nipping at his belly button with a playful growl. Steve wouldn’t question shit like that. Nuzzling, hugging, cuddling, wrapping himself around Steve like a snake—he was used to Eddie’s jokes and flirtations. Used to Eddie teasing him and scenting him and almost pushing their friendship into friends with benefits territory.
Eddie always toyed with the line, and it was made easy by the demands of their fans. The fans loved seeing him all over Steve—went absolutely bonkers for it—and Eddie was too happy to oblige. Steve always played along, too. He was a good sport and secure in his skin. The most tolerant straight man Eddie had ever met.
And good goddamn, he could act. He always made it feel real. It fucked with Eddie’s head and raging hormones. It was a constant torture, but that was the nature of their relationship, and Eddie was attached. He didn’t know what he was going to do when it ended.
Because it was going to end eventually. Steve wouldn’t be unmated forever. He would find his omega. Eddie always backed off when Steve had a girlfriend. Mysteriously, none of them lasted more than a couple months. Eddie figured it was because of their lifestyle. They were frequently on the road, making relationships long-distance and difficult.
But once Steve officially courted an omega, his and Eddie’s connection would change forever.
Steve was already feeling butterflies for their impending performance. The bites made him squirm a little and suck in. It felt like he was being scented, and Eddie’s tiny growls sounded possessive.
“My mouth is too empty,” Eddie told Steve. Whined, really. “We got candy? Cigarette?” Eddie made no move to get either of those things himself. He knew Steve would take care of him. He pouted pathetically. “Help.”
Steve pushed Eddie’s hair back and bit his lip. Usually, when Eddie’s mouth was empty, he talked a lot or treated Steve like a snack—like he was doing now. Steve slipped out from under him. “‘Course we got candy, Eddie bear. Gummy bears are on our rider, just for you. Let me grab them.”
Steve felt a bit better standing up and being of service to the omega. He lightly caressed his scent gland as he walked over to the treats. He had peanut M&M’s waiting for himself but knew better than to eat them before the show. He was jealous that Eddie could eat whatever he wanted whenever he wanted, and it never showed. He had the sluttiest little waist. Steve shook his head to rid the thought and tossed the candy to Eddie.
“Thanks.” Eddie caught the bag and opened it with his teeth, pouring an indecent amount of bears into his mouth.
As he stared up at the popcorn ceiling and noshed, his mind couldn’t help but betray him and conjure up a scenario where Steve had answered differently and occupied his mouth with something else.
Steve looked at himself in the mirror. “You’re gonna doll me up a little, aren’t you, with the eye stuff?”
Eddie jumped to his feet, gummy bears scattering across the floor. Oops. He set the bag down on the arm of the sofa. “Of course I am,” he answered with the confidence of a man who had not just been daydreaming about sucking his best friend’s dick two seconds ago.
Eddie usually helped Steve with his stage make-up. While the Alpha was an amazingly talented vocalist, his cosmetic skills were worse than a face painter at a pup’s birthday party.
Eddie knew more than any guy probably should have about makeup. In high school, he had been intensely into Dungeons and Dragons, which sometimes required costuming. Also, one of his close friends had been a cheerleader who had educated him on a lot of things—not limited to beauty and skincare—after she found out what a hopeless homosexual he was.
Steve perched on the dressing room’s stool, waiting patiently for Eddie to paint him up. The last time he’d tried putting on makeup himself, Eddie had laughed, which had bruised his ego, and then there had barely been any time for him to fix it before they’d gone on. He’d vowed never to do it himself again.
Eddie dug through his kit for his eyeshadow palette and popped it open, dabbing his thumb in glittering gold powder and blowing off the excess. “Close, please,” he requested.
It was hard for Steve to close his eyes because Eddie was so fucking pretty. Steve wanted to keep looking, but he obeyed the omega. Steve trusted Eddie. He always improved the way Steve looked, whether it was with makeup or outfit suggestions. Eddie’s dark aesthetic enhanced his preppy style, making him at least look more edgy. Eddie had that ethereal omega beauty most male omegas didn’t have. Truly, Steve never wanted to stop looking at him once he got started.
Eddie gently swiped his thumb along Steve’s eyelids and continued until the color blended to his satisfaction. “Done.”
Steve’s eyelashes fluttered open slowly, meeting beautiful doe eyes staring back at him. He smiled at Eddie sweetly.
Eddie touched Steve’s chin and turned his head for him so he could see the results in the mirror. “Look at that razzle dazzle.”
Steve blushed. Getting painted up was feeling way more intimate than it usually did.
Eddie grinned. “See?” He grabbed the same eye pencil he’d used earlier. Some liner would really make Steve’s eyes pop on stage. “Hold onto me so you stay still for this,” he advised. He had to lean in extra close to do this part, or he’d completely fuck up the lines.
Steve laughed at the instructions but quickly steadied himself and held onto Eddie’s hips. Steve rubbed them when he was finished as a thank you. Eddie’s hip bones were out of this world. “Thanks for making me half as pretty as you.”
Eddie laughed. Leave it to Steve to compliment Eddie when they both knew Steve was the better looking one. He was a gentlealpha for stroking Eddie’s delicate omega ego like that. “Stevie, you know better than anyone that beneath all the smoke and mirrors, there’s nothing but an ugly little rat of a man under here. You’re the beauty; I’m the freak.”
Steve made a face like he always did when Eddie insulted himself. He didn’t like it. He didn't think Eddie was ugly or resembled a rat. Regardless, he smiled a bit at the flattering remark. It made his chest puff out in the typical Alpha’s ego is successfully stroked fashion. 
He let go of Eddie but couldn’t withhold another stronger urge to give affection. As Steve stood up, he leaned in and nuzzled the hell out of the omega. It was an actual scenting, like the ones he reserved for his girlfriends. The breathy noise Eddie made in response and the jackrabbit kick of his heart confused Steve’s brain a little. He pulled back slowly, reluctantly.
The rest of the band shuffled into the room, interrupting them. Steve quickly checked his reflection again. Luckily, he hadn’t messed up what Eddie had just done, thanks to his big nose doing the brunt of the nuzzling.
They began their pre-show group huddle, and Steve gave them a speech reminiscent of his basketball and swim team championships. Gareth and Jeff’s eyes started to glaze over at the sports analogies.
It was dragging on a little, so Eddie slung his arm around Steve’s shoulders and cheerfully interrupted, “Boys, let’s rock and roll!”
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There was nothing like the roar of the crowd, the sea of excited faces waiting just for them, chanting their name as they ran out. Eddie would never get tired of hearing that.
The confetti cannons burst at the start of their first song, and Eddie’s blood sang along with Steve's.
By the middle of their set, Eddie had lost his shirt and shoes, but he was still getting service from Harrington, who kept gyrating his hips in Eddie’s direction and, at one point, had grabbed Eddie’s nipple ring with his teeth.
Near the end of the set, Eddie was so sweaty he could probably bellyflop and glide down the stage like a Slip ’N Slide.
There was a break in their current song, about forty-five seconds of instrumentals, and no vocals: Eddie’s guitar solo.
Steve took ten seconds to play the crowd, going to the edge of the stage and touching the hands of star-struck fans. One girl nearly fainted, her friends catching her when her knees buckled.
Eddie watched, mouthing, “Your majesty!” when Steve turned around. He stuck out his tongue, bratty.
It had its intended effect. Steve crossed the stage and got right up in Eddie’s space. He wrapped himself around Eddie, draping himself along Eddie’s back like a cape. One of his big hands, warm and alive and buzzing from adrenaline and holding the mic, splayed across his abs. (Eddie had those now. Actual abs.) Eddie’s stomach jumped a little, and he felt the vibration of Steve’s laugh, his breath hot against Eddie’s scent gland.
Then, Steve actually had the balls to press his lips against Eddie’s skin and drag his tongue up the side of Eddie’s neck.
That was new for Eddie—and everyone else. The crowd went wild. The girls screamed so deafeningly loud it almost drowned out Eddie’s guitar. Probably a good thing because he fumbled a note and nearly forgot where he was.
Steve laughed again. That absolute fucker. Steve couldn’t have the upper hand. Unacceptable. And the crowd clearly wanted more, more, more. (Just like Eddie wanted more, more, more. Off the stage, away from the audience, alone in their hotel room, on the bed—maybe cuffed to the bedpost.)
Eddie relaxed, tipping his head back onto Steve’s shoulder as his fingers sped up, hammering the frets. He panted out his breaths and pushed his sweaty body back against Steve’s, so Steve was forced to take his weight and hold him tighter. “Two can play at this game,” he hissed playfully.
Because he thought that was what this was. Steve was just playing for the fans, like always. They were competing over who could push this the farthest.
But then Steve looked down at him with something dark and inscrutable in his eyes, something not so familiar that made Eddie’s stomach swoop hard, and then he was tilting Eddie’s chin up and—
They were kissing. Eddie hit the last note on his guitar, and it rang out, his pulse rushing in his ears, his lips moving on their own to kiss Steve back. Too eagerly, too seriously to laugh off to everyone later as a joke, and he let go of his guitar, and it hung there while he reached up to grab Steve’s face and his hair that was still somehow perfectly styled, messing it thoroughly as Steve’s tongue ravaged his mouth.
That was new, too. They'd never kissed each other before. They'd gotten extremely close more than a few times, but like this, for real? No.
The crowd was roaring, but the world around Eddie barely existed until Steve suddenly pulled away and ran back to the mic stand, straddling it, singing to the crowd in a deep, breathy tone. Eddie felt dizzy.
Gareth shot him a look, subtly nodding to Eddie’s limp guitar, and Eddie quickly got with the program again—a huge, fake smirk pasted on that he hoped was convincing. Fuck.
Panicking a little and needing something to obliterate his sudden manic horniness and confusion, Eddie thought, What better way to do that than to dive into a crowd of smelly, sweaty people? Insta-boner killer and slick stopper.
Barb, Mind Flayer’s manager, was going to kill him for this.
Letting out a war cry, Eddie ran towards the edge of the stage and jumped, spread eagle.
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The second they stepped on stage, Steve felt on fire with adrenaline. Goosebumps erupted over his arms when Eddie strummed the first note that kicked off the show.
Steve shot a sultry look in Eddie’s direction as he grabbed the mic and hit his cue. It wasn’t lost on him that what really got the girls and guys going was him and Eddie. Steve shared the spotlight with him. Alphas fawned over Eddie, and the omegas and betas fawned over him. When they played it up with each other, everyone went wild.
It started innocently enough. Embracing Eddie’s body while he played his guitar solo. Eddie losing his platform shoes made him slightly shorter than Steve, and being shirtless made it easy for Steve’s hand to graze Eddie’s hot, sweaty, and toned stomach. His mouth had gone dry again, he was dying for a taste.
Eddie’s scent had been clouding Steve’s mind since he’d walked into the dressing room. Intoxicated, Steve was high off Eddie. He was going feral for him. The second his lips touched Eddie’s skin, Steve knew he was going to scent him much harder than he had earlier. He gave Eddie’s scent gland a slow, rough lick. He could feel the effect immediately. His pupils blew like he’d just consumed the most delicious drug.
He laughed because he was in shock at himself for doing that. The crowd's reaction was one of approval, he could only assume, by the deafening screams.
Eddie leaned back against him while he continued to skillfully play the guitar. Steve had no other choice than to stand there and get rubbed against by the smooth leather covering Eddie’s ass. The payback was sweet; Eddie knew exactly what he was doing to Steve. The rough material of his jeans naturally created a delicious amount of friction between them.
When Eddie looked up at him, Steve guided Eddie’s chin towards him and kissed him. They’d gotten close to kissing a couple of times, but at the last second, one of them would smile or pull back. Always playing, always teasing. This time, it really happened.
Steve knew better than to scent an omega without explicit permission, but his hormones were absolutely raging, and they both consensually scented each other in the dressing room. The way Eddie kissed him back was with enough vigor that Steve felt it in his bones. Eddie’s reaction made him feel like what he had done wasn’t wrong. Steve did his best to let go and not suppress his urges anymore. He was burning up and melting.
Why had he waited so long to…?
Oh fuck, the end of Eddie’s guitar solo was his cue to get back on the mic. While Steve wished it was just the two of them on stage, he had to finish the show.
He caught his breath while he pressed the mic back into the stand. When he leaned in to sing the last line, his Alpha voice simmered just below the surface.
Suddenly, the music stopped, and Eddie’s guitar was thrust into his possession. With his baby in safe hands, Eddie took a graceful nosedive off the mother fucking stage. He was quickly surfing his way through the crowd.
All Steve could do was stand there while a sea of security guards hustled to grab the omega before he got eaten alive. Steve felt a white-hot rage he’d never experienced before as Eddie’s body got violated by their fans.
God damn it, Eddie was his.
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The fans were about as enthusiastic to get their paws on him as Eddie had expected. At first, it was actually pretty fucking fun, looking up at the metal rafters and travelling on an ocean of different palms.
Then, it got a little less fun. The touches got more aggressive—grabbing, squeezing, and tearing at his pants. All of his rings and jewelry were taken. He almost fell to the floor a few times. Somebody yanked out a whole handful of his hair and made him squeal. He was like a gangly zebra in a pack of hungry lions.
He’d never admit it, but he was starting to feel just a little bit frightened. By the time security managed to wrangle him back onto the stage, he was howling with laughter, although around ninety percent of it was relief. “What a fucking ride!”
The rest of the band were waiting in the wings. Only Jeff seemed amused. “Dude, that was insane.”
Eddie’s pants hadn’t come all the way off, but it was a damn near thing. The top of his ass cheeks and pubic hair were on full display. Steve moved to shield Eddie’s body from prying eyes. “I got him,” Steve told their main security guard.
Eddie swallowed his tongue when Steve stepped in. He wondered if Steve even realized he’d used his Alpha voice on Reggie.
Then, Steve pulled up what was left of Eddie’s pants, making him squeak, and started herding him back to the dressing room.  
“Steve,” Eddie said, not knowing whether to laugh more, feel embarrassed or get irritated. He felt like a naughty pup. And why was it also making him kinda horny again? Ugh, hormones. “I know you're trying to protect my modesty here, but it’s nothing a million people haven’t seen already.”
The paps had caught him with his clothes more than a few times in the past. Skinny dipping, drunkenly mooning someone, the list went on.
The dressing room door closed behind them, hushing most of the noise. Eddie got steamrolled by Steve’s scent. Usually, he smelled comforting, like a warm chocolate chip muffin. Now, that muffin was incredibly burnt.
“Are you okay?” Eddie asked, his voice naturally dropping to something lower and softer. Without the laces, his pants were a losing battle. When Steve let go, Eddie didn't bother to pull them back up again. Steve was seething. His baseline low rumble was currently a loud, angry growl emitting from his throat. No, Steve wasn’t okay. He couldn’t even smell Eddie anymore. His warm, buttery cinnamon cookie scent was gone, and any trace of his own scent on Eddie was long gone, too. All of it was buried under at least a hundred different scents. They all were flooding Steve’s sensitive nose. The concoction made his stomach hurt and his skin crawl. Eddie took that as a no. Steve looked pissed. Smelled pissed. Sounded pissed. They were all probably pissed that he’d ended the show abruptly like that. It must’ve just seemed like he wanted the attention—which, granted, wasn’t untrue because he loved attention even at the worst of times, but… “I didn’t mean to ruin the show.” “I don’t care about the show,” Steve replied. It didn’t feel like it was Eddie’s modesty that he was protecting. It was Eddie who Steve was trying to protect, albeit too late. Eddie had been so careless it made Steve sick to think about what could’ve happened. He was completely disheveled.
“You reek,” Steve blurted out, unable to hold back his emotion or muster any tact.
Eddie almost flinched. It was small—a barely noticeable hunching of his shoulders. Steve had never told him he’d smelled bad before, but of course he did after so many people had marked him.
It wasn’t like Eddie enjoyed having all their scents on him. It felt pretty repulsive, but doing what he did had given him something he’d needed. Being passed around like a toy by the crowd had bitch slapped Eddie back into reality. Steve hadn’t been scenting him for real. That kiss hadn’t been real. It had only been for show, no matter how much it had felt like Steve had wanted him in the moment.
Steve took his shirt off and threw it on the floor. He wasn’t planning on it but wasn’t above throwing a hissy fit. He crossed his arms over his chest and planted his feet, even though he felt like stomping them like a pup who hadn’t gotten the toy he’d wanted. His own scent had turned bitter. He knew it. What had he scented Eddie for? Why had he kissed him? Steve swallowed. He knew why he’d done it, and it hurt that it didn’t seem to mean anything to Eddie. Eddie seemed like he was okay—more than okay. He was acting like he’d had such a thrill and that it had been so much fun.
Steve was close to his rut, so it made sense he would be scentsitive and irritable, especially since he had to share a room with Eddie and would be sleeping near him. Maybe his rut was coming sooner than they thought.
Steve finally looked directly at Eddie, and that was when he noticed. “Fuck. You’re bleeding.” “I’m fine, Stevie,” Eddie said, giving the Alpha a smile that felt uncomfortable on his face. “I can barely feel anything. My scalp is just weeping because it’s gonna have to do some work to regrow that.”
Steve swallowed his pride, uncrossed his arms and went over to get a better look at Eddie’s head. He made a soft noise when he saw Eddie’s hair was just gone in one spot. Granted, the man had a lot of hair, so it could easily be hidden, but it still looked bad. He’d been wounded. “That’s gotta hurt. We gotta get you cleaned up, man.”
Some bruises were forming on Eddie’s alabaster skin, too, and Steve noticed all his accessories were gone. Eddie’s favorite belt, bracelets and rings.
Any other time, Eddie would have squeezed Steve’s shoulders to calm him, but it was clear that his touch would only make things worse right now. Steve looked so tense. He was shirtless. Steam was practically rolling off of him, and his scent wasn’t easing up. 
While Eddie was calm, crashing after the high of his ridiculous stage dive and body surfing stunt, Steve was just getting hotter and hotter.
Eddie grabbed his sweater from the crushed velvet armchair and pulled it on. The adrenaline started to wear off, making him cool down rapidly, and his hands began to tremble. Whether it was from nicotine withdrawal or the little stunt he’d pulled, or maybe both, Eddie didn’t know.
He realized too late that the sweater wasn’t his but Steve’s, and muttered an apology. Steve’s unburnt scent was embedded into it. Eddie resisted the urge to pluck the neckline up over his nose and hold it there. They borrowed each other’s clothes all the time when they were on the road. He’d have to make sure it got washed before he gave it back.
They only had one more night together before they all parted ways. Eddie was flying to Hawkins to visit Wayne for a few days before returning to his home in West Hollywood to ride out his heat. He didn’t know when he would see Steve again—maybe not until a few weeks later for their post-tour photoshoot and interview with Rolling Stone.
Steve spun in place again. Stopped. Eddie was wearing his yellow sweater. That gave him a tiny bit of relief. He liked Eddie wearing his scent more than he would admit. He also didn’t like it when Eddie was exposed when it wasn’t entirely his choice.
He shook his head. “We should head to the hotel now. I don’t think the afterparty is a good idea tonight, Eddie.”
Steve knew Eddie wouldn’t like his opinion, but he didn’t care.
Eddie glanced at Steve and then away, leaving the Alpha’s side to dig in his bag by the mirror for his jeans. He turned as he removed the tattered leather pants, kicking them into the garbage bin, and only turned to face Steve again once his jeans were zipped and buttoned. “Why isn’t the afterparty a good idea?”
The night was still young, after all. Eddie didn’t really feel like partying, but maybe getting blackout drunk would stop him from climbing into Steve’s bed and begging for more of what had happened on stage, which could very well happen if he stayed in. Eddie knew he’d be having slick dreams for weeks, if not months, of that fucking kiss. His mind already had it on replay. “Don’t think it’s safe. Not this close to your cycle. What if someone from the crowd got the wrong idea and took advantage of you?” Like they could’ve done when you threw yourself into the chaotic audience. Steve wouldn’t have been able to live with himself if something bad had happened to Eddie. Even if it would’ve been his own damn fault. He felt responsible for what had happened, almost like what he’d done had triggered Eddie to do it. Then, actually not being able to do anything to protect him was too much. He could control the situation by saying no to the party. “So, we’re going back to the hotel now.”
Whether you like it or not, Steve thought. He started to gather up his stuff and called for Barb to get them a car.
Eddie wasn’t as careful as an omega should have been, and Steve knew it. It worried him to no end when Eddie would go off to be with some rando after a show. If tonight was any indication of how reckless Eddie could be, Steve couldn’t imagine what else could be pulled and with who. 
Eddie paused, taken aback. They both knew he was an omega who was capable of protecting himself. He could be wildly irresponsible, too, but his self-defence skills were on the same level as an Alpha’s. The response only solidified in Eddie’s mind that Steve was very close to his rut—and for some reason, Steve’s pre-rut instincts were being directed towards Eddie.
He guessed it made sense, considering how close they were. Steve had no other omegas he’d been around as frequently as Eddie lately besides Gareth, but their relationship was more formal.
Eddie didn’t want Steve to come to the afterparty with him if he was going into rut. Forget Eddie; Steve could be taken advantage of. Eddie loved the guy, but he was painfully oblivious about some things.
He also didn’t want Steve to be alone in their hotel room while he went out. Not because Steve could potentially find himself a rut partner and bar Eddie from the room…
…Okay, exactly because of that.
Eddie opened his mouth, but Steve had already moved on from the subject and was trying to move out the door.
“Wait—“ Eddie stopped Steve with a hand to his bare, very furred chest. “You’re going to make the omegas faint if you go out like that.”
Christ, Steve was really warm. And he wasn’t thinking clearly. Eddie quickly let go when he noticed Steve reacting badly. He pulled out a tank top from his duffle and held it out. It was threadbare and soft—not likely to irritate Steve’s skin.
Steve put his hands on his hips and turned around. He didn’t know what to do. He was burning up, so he didn’t want to put the shirt on. He wanted to get the fuck out of there and take the coldest shower he could stand. He dropped his hands and took the top. The scent on the shirt was untainted Eddie, so he wasn’t going to object. Making omegas faint was a thing that had happened, but only a couple of times. It wasn’t out of the realm of possibility, so Steve complied. Luckily, it was just a tank top, too. He didn’t think he could handle a shirt with sleeves.
“Happy?” he asked Eddie once he pulled it on, magically feeling a little calmer.
Steve looked even sluttier now than he did shirtless, somehow. “Still going to make them faint,” Eddie muttered, stepping into his boots and hiking his bag onto his shoulder. 
Steve heard the quiet comment as he led the way out. It made him smirk, but he knew he didn’t have that effect on Eddie anyway. He’d never make Eddie faint.
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The rest of the band weren’t ready to leave yet and would get a separate car, so they said a quick goodbye.
“See you at the after party?” Jeff asked them, his arm around the shoulders of an omega groupie who was giggling into his neck.
“Maybe,” Eddie hedged.
At the same time, Steve growled, “No,” with enough force to raise Jeff’s eyebrows.
“Alright.” Jeff shrugged, happy to ignore them as the groupie murmured something in his ear.
Steve was deaf to Jeff’s response and blind to the slutty female omega hanging on his arm. He was too busy glaring at Eddie for having said maybe. He had said no and meant it. Neither one of them were going to the after party.
Eddie wrapped his arms around his middle as they exited the theatre, and security escorted them to their waiting car. A few paps got pictures of them despite security’s efforts to shield them.
Steve’s brow softened. Usually, they would huddle close together to make it easier for security to block them, but not this time.
Steve followed Eddie into the car. The smaller space wasn’t helping his nausea from the cacophony of scents still raging.
“You want me to shower in Gareth’s room?” Eddie asked once they were settled in the backseat. To be courteous to Steve’s scentsitivity. Gareth wouldn’t mind.
“No, of course you don’t have to shower in Gareth’s room. You can take the first shower, though.” He’d feel better once Eddie was in the safety of their own room and smelled like himself again. The ride wasn’t tense exactly, but Eddie could feel how much Steve didn’t want to be in the car with him. He was pressed against the door as far away from Eddie as possible. Eddie tried not to wilt in rejection.
Steve rested his hot forehead against the cool window. He felt bad for telling Eddie that he smelled bad, but he was angry, and Eddie really did fucking reek. “Sorry about what I said,” Steve added. “We had a good show. It was fun.”
Eddie was surprised by the apology, but he shook his head. “It’s okay, Stevie,” he answered softly.
He had an incredibly overpowering urge to take off his seatbelt and remove all distance between them. Climb into Steve’s lap and cuddle the motherfucking shit out of him. He held onto the seat instead, knuckles turning white as he resisted.
It stung a little the way Steve sprang out as soon as the car stopped, but Eddie understood.
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“You could have been seriously hurt,” was the first thing Barb said to him as she approached them, leading them into the hotel. “I know you don’t like them, but we have safety protocols for you guys for a reason.”
Steve nodded silently in agreement with her but decided not to pile on as Eddie took the gentle lashings with a hangdog head and a sheepish smile. “I know. Won’t happen again, I promise.”
“You’re damn right it won’t,” Barb replied, but her glare softened behind her gold-rimmed glasses, and she smiled back at him after a moment. She left them with a compliment. “You did great out there, by the way. Steve, you’ve never sounded better.”
Eddie smiled a little as Steve’s face turned pink under her compliment. “She’s right,” he said.
Barb handed over their room key, and they said goodbye. Steve led the way to the elevator, Eddie trailing behind slightly.
When they entered the room, Steve dropped his bag, popped the button on his jeans, and fell back onto the bed. “Eddie. Shower. Now,” he ordered. He turned over on his side and grabbed the phone off the nightstand. “I’m calling room service. Do you want anything?”
The demand from Steve shouldn’t have sent a happy zing up Eddie’s spine, but it did. It made him wonder (probably for the millionth time since they’d met) what Steve’s Alpha voice would feel like. Probably fantastic.
“Yes, Alpha,” he sing-songed, dropping his duffle on his bed and kicking off his boots. “Pick something for me?”
Eddie didn’t feel like deciding what to eat, and Steve knew what he liked. He hadn’t eaten much since breakfast, too focused on prepping for the show. Steve might have fed him a few bites of his sandwich at lunch. He couldn’t remember. It felt like a long time ago.
Steve was still burning up, but the response from the omega made him shiver. He liked being obeyed. “Sure.”
“Thank youuu.”
Eddie went to the bathroom and closed the door. Didn’t bother locking it. His reflection almost made him laugh. No wonder everyone had had such a reaction. His makeup was smeared, and his hair was giving Medusa vibes. Those paparazzi pics were going to be interesting. He looked like he’d gone through a car wash without a car. “Bozo the fucking clown,” he said under his breath.
Even if Steve wasn’t straight, why the hell would he want this?
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Steve was starving. He was craving red meat and potatoes. He knew Eddie would want something lighter, so he ordered him a grilled cheese and the soup of the day. Then he ordered red wine, champagne and cake, too. Just because they weren’t going to the after party, didn’t mean they couldn’t celebrate.
While Steve wanted to undress, he figured he’d stay decent enough to answer the door. After he hung up the phone, he took off his shoes.
They were pretty high in one of the presidential suites. Their windows had no curtains, which had made sleeping in the night before difficult, but the view was worth it. Steve stood at the large window overlooking the city. He was still in a bit of shock that they were there. He hadn’t become used to the lifestyle or the fame yet.
Eddie’s shower was going on longer than Steve thought it would. He thought he heard Eddie cry out, but when he went to the door and pressed his ear against it, he didn’t hear anything else.
The food arrived pretty quickly, and Steve gave the bellboy a good tip. He poured some wine for himself and sat down at the table. The guy must’ve thought Steve’s mate was in the shower. He scurried around, insisting on dressing the table in a tablecloth. He lit two candles, too, making the room look incredibly romantic. Steve tried to tell him it wasn’t necessary but gave up and just allowed it since he didn’t feel like explaining.
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Now that he was completely down from his showtime high, Eddie felt everything that had been done to him. Every bruise was throbbing, and it would only feel worse in the morning.
His clothes hit the floor a few seconds later, and he stepped into the shower, eager to wash away the dried sweat, makeup, blood and itchy, filthy scents all over him.
He scrubbed hard and thoroughly, suddenly frantic to get clean, to be Eddie again so that Steve would like him again.
“Ow, ow, ow,” he hissed. The shampoo was burning in the spot where he’d lost hair. He quickly rinsed it out, and the water turned pink.
Once every speck of dirt and scent had swirled down the drain, Eddie finally turned off the taps and stepped out into the foggy room.
The dirty towels from that morning were gone, but the towel rack was empty. Hopefully, the maid hadn’t forgotten to give them fresh ones.
Eddie floundered a little, then went to the door, opening it and sticking just his head out. “Steve? Are there towels out there?”
“Uh…” Steve furrowed his brow, confused as to why there weren’t any towels in the bathroom. Their room had been cleaned. Their beds had been made, too.
He got up from the table and looked around, spotting an abundance of towels stacked neatly under the nightstand. Usually, towels by the bed were reserved for heats and ruts. He grabbed two and brought them over to Eddie.
Again, Eddie’s delicious scent hit him, and Steve’s stomach literally growled out loud.
Eddie heard it. Poor guy. Alphas in rut needed an insane amount of protein to feel good enough to function. Their bodies burned through it quickly since they used so much energy fucking people’s brains out, Eddie supposed.
Steve rubbed his stomach. “Ugh, I gotta eat, man.”
“Thanks. Yeah, don’t wait on my account, big boy. Go eat.” Eddie shooed Steve and retreated to the bathroom.
He dried himself, then wrapped one of them around his hips as best he could. The towels Steve gave him weren’t regular-sized, he realized. Had about as much coverage as a loincloth.
Eddie came out and kneeled awkwardly to dig through his suitcase. He wasn’t prepared for the scent that hit his nostrils, either. Steve had flooded the room with Alpha pheromones, and they were getting stronger by the minute. Enough to make him lightheaded.
Steve took the dome off his plate and found the juiciest steak but nearly choked on the first piece when he saw Eddie. Steve averted his gaze slowly, catching a glimpse not so accidentally. He made a happy little noise, and not just about the meat. Eddie’s scent had returned, and Steve could feel a rumble bubbling up in his chest.
Eddie grabbed some comfortable boxers and an old band t-shirt he’d had since he was a teenager. He’d cut it in half during a particularly scorching summer, so it left his midriff nice and cool. He didn’t bother going back to the bathroom to put them on, changing right there.
When he turned around, he noticed Steve sitting at the kitchenette table.
“Oh,” Eddie said, heat flooding his face. He took in the champagne on ice, the soft glow of the candles, the tablecloth. His stomach lurched. Steve looked like he was waiting for a date. “Are you—um, did you invite someone over? Do you need me to go?”
It was strange, considering Steve had been so adamant Eddie return to the hotel with him, but maybe he had called someone while Eddie was in the shower. He had to realize by now that he was going into rut.
“What?” Steve asked, furrowing his brow. “No, and no. I told you I was ordering food for us. They kinda thought it was more of a romantic occasion… but I thought that since we’re not going to the party, we could still celebrate.” Steve felt bad for putting a damper on their last night together for a while. “I know you like the bubbly stuff.”
The little knot that had tied itself in Eddie’s stomach unwound. “That’s thoughtful, A—Steve,” he corrected himself.
One time calling Steve Alpha as a joke was acceptable. Twice in the same hour put him in the danger zone.
Steve flashed him a smile and got up to pull the second chair away from the table so Eddie would sit with him. Steve stopped him before he did, leaning into his space to scent him gently.
He couldn’t resist. Eddie smelled better than the food and looked like a snack in his comfy clothes. Steve had to restrain himself from licking and nipping him. He had food. He didn’t have to devour Eddie…right now, at least.
Eddie didn’t think much of being scented. He accepted it with a head tilt and a relieved sigh that he hid with a breathy laugh. Family and close friends scented each other casually all the time—he took it as a sign he was back in Steve’s good graces.
The Alpha looked much more relaxed. There was even that endearing rumble tickling Eddie’s ears. Steve sometimes did that when he was enjoying himself. The hotel’s chef must have really nailed that steak.
“Are you happy with the choice I made for you?” Steve asked. “If not, I know you’ll like the cake.” Eddie loved sweet things, so Steve knew the cake would do.
Eddie resisted the urge to wrap his arms around Steve and hang onto him like a koala. He lifted the metal dome over his plate instead. Soup and grilled cheese were the second thing he was craving. The first thing wasn’t on the menu. “You always know what I want,” he answered.
Steve was attentive like that. When it came to everything except… well, you know. Nobody on earth knew Eddie better than Steve, not even his only living relative.
Steve was pretty pleased with himself after receiving Eddie’s compliment. It fed his ego perfectly. He reached for the champagne. “You wanna pop it? I know it’s like your favorite part.” He chuckled and handed the bottle to Eddie.
Using his thumbs, Eddie popped the cork on the champagne bottle. They cheered as it foamed over, and Eddie poured them each a glass before sitting in the chair Steve had pulled out for him. “To Mind Flayer?” he suggested. “And another tour success.”
They toasted.
“Are you looking forward to going home and sleeping in your own bed again?” Eddie asked once he had sat down and taken a sip of champagne, trying to ignore the way the candles were making Steve’s eyes look darker than usual. Eddie probably wasn’t going to survive the rest of the night.
Steve sipped from his glass. The liquid was refreshingly cold from being on ice. Steve hadn’t cooled down yet, so he threw back the entire glass to help do that. He wasn’t aware of what was happening to him yet—what Eddie’s proximity and scent were doing to him.
He wasn’t sure how to answer Eddie’s question. “I’m going to miss you.”
Steve felt his lips tingle after he said it. He knew it wasn’t just from downing the bubbly way too fast. They’d kissed. Steve hadn’t had time to process it or reflect because of what had happened after.
Eddie did a lot of things that made Steve want to kiss him. Naturally, he was adorable, but finally, Steve had given in to his impulses. It wasn’t Eddie who’d instigated it, but he’d kissed Steve back, and Steve couldn’t quit thinking about it. Their kiss hadn’t been chaste. Steve had been able to taste the gummy bears Eddie had eaten and everything.
He’d always had a feeling Eddie had a thing for him. He’d tried his best to ignore it, feeling like it wouldn’t be right even though he played into it on stage. They’d never really crossed the line.
Off stage, he’d tried to be with women, but he hadn’t been able to commit to any of them. Weirdly, he felt like he had been betraying Eddie, and he hadn’t found anyone significant. He hadn’t been happy going through the motions every time their tours ended. He was not looking forward to going back home and being alone in his bed.
“I’ll miss you too, dude,” Eddie said, hiding a pleased smile behind a bite of grilled cheese. Maybe the casual use of dude would help deflect the way his scent perked up like a flower in the sun.
Eddie didn’t miss his place one bit. He was thinking of getting a cat. Now that the tour was over, he would have plenty of free time he wouldn’t know what to do with. Getting a pet was a solid idea. Eddie had never had one before. Cats were cuddly and warm and could take up some of the vast space and silence in his house. Maybe he would get several cats.
“It’s so hot,” Steve complained.
He had to take the tank top off. He pulled it from the bottom up and over his head in one fell swoop. Steve sighed as he let it drop to the floor, which only helped slightly.
He reached into the champagne bucket for ice. Steve got a piece and moved it up his neck to his jaw. It felt so good that he moaned a little, but the ice cube melted in seconds.
Any thoughts about felines fell right out of Eddie’s head when Steve started molesting himself with an ice cube. Eddie’s eyes widened into saucers, fist clenching around his spoon. What in the wet o dream was going on here?
“Gotta get out of these fucking pants,” Steve added. While the button wasn’t attacking him anymore, the heavy fabric was roasting him.
Eddie tried to keep acting normal. The shirt was okay—Eddie was used to Steve losing that during the night, but when the pants came off, Eddie dropped his spoon and choked on his soup. It went down the wrong pipe. He coughed. Thumped his chest. “Usually, it’s tequila that makes people’s clothes fall off,” he wheezed.
Sweet baby Jesus, he was gonna die today.
If this were a date, Eddie would absolutely be getting lucky. But since it wasn’t—
“How about we open a window?” Eddie got up, giving the almost naked Alpha a wide berth as he went to approach the one closest to them. He grabbed the handles and heaved upwards. Nothing happened. “Christ, it's stuck.”
He tried again to no avail when suddenly two muscled arms appeared by his sides, and two big paws circled his wrists. “Let me try, Eds.”
“Good day, biceps, my fair gentlemen,” Eddie said to them.
The joke was weak due to the fact he sounded like he was being strangled. He could feel Steve’s body heat along his back even though they weren’t touching. There was a small, minuscule space between them. Steve was like a furnace. Eddie let Steve remove his hands from the handles, and Steve’s hands settled onto them instead.
Steve laughed. He was still reeling over the tequila reference. It only stroked his ego more. His Alpha had a raging hard on from the omega’s continued praise. It stupidly fueled his faith that he could get the window open for them.
He leaned into Eddie instead of suggesting he move. It felt like Eddie being sandwiched between him and the window was helping somehow. His scent was so strong; the aroma was like Steve had just walked into a French bakery. The freshly baked chocolate croissant was calling his name.
Eddie should have ducked out, but for some reason, he stayed frozen where he was. There was straining, veins bulging, and some grunting right in Eddie’s ear that he really had to try not to imagine in a different scenario.
Finally, he could bear the torture no more. Also, the window wasn’t budging. Not a fucking inch. (And, of course, that had Eddie thinking about how many inches Steve had in those paper-thin boxers.)
“Steeeve, I don’t think these were built to open,” Eddie said, not turning around and subtly clenching his cheeks because his slick was trying to make a damn prison break and also, hey, that was an erection. “Maybe we should try the air con.”
Why hadn’t he thought of that first?
Steve should’ve realized the window was sealed shut. Hotels didn’t take kindly to people jumping out of their windows. Eddie was right, even though opening a window was his idea. “Oh yeah,” he murmured, pulling back.
Steve went over to the thermostat and cranked it down, then moved to stand in front of the vent and breathed a tiny sigh of relief as the cool air blasted hard enough to blow his hair back. A happy rumble left his lips, and after a minute, he joined Eddie, who had returned to the table. “Wine time,” Steve declared.
He poured a generous amount into their glasses and sat back down. Steve’s temperature was no longer spiking, but Eddie was smelling more and more delicious. “Eddie, you smell so fucking good. I feel like devouring you instead.”
Steve reached for Eddie’s hand and tugged it across the table, pressing his whole face against Eddie’s inner arm and nuzzling his way up. Steve scented him again and playfully gnawed. “Would you be okay with that?” he asked, eyes dark and hungry. 
Eddie had folded his napkin strategically across his lap. He had barely recovered from what would forever be referred to in his spank bank as the window incident when Steve unleashed more on him. Eddie was glad he hadn’t taken a sip of wine yet because he would have sprayed it all over the table. Instead, he failed spectacularly to repress a noise and a full-body shiver.
Was he hallucinating? Had the loud concerts finally gotten to his ears and damaged them?
“Would I…” Eddie swallowed. Hard. Would he be okay with that? Fuck yes! “I think we should have some cake! You probably just have a sweet tooth.”
Steve was leaning across the table, almost like he was going to kiss Eddie again (sweet mother of fucking mercy). In a desperate attempt not to give in and just let it happen, Eddie snatched his arm back and picked up his fork, stopping Steve’s trajectory with a big mound of cake. “Here, eat up.”
Eddie didn’t give Steve much choice unless he wanted icing smeared all over his face. While Steve worked on his mouthful, Eddie picked up his wineglass and threw it back, throat working as he downed the whole thing and stared determinedly at the wall instead of Steve, who was still trying to penetrate him with his eyes.
Jesus, who’d never listened to Eddie once in his entire life, help him.
“Alright, Alpha— fuck, Steve, you’re going into rut,” Eddie said. It didn’t feel right—not morally —no matter how happy his omega was by the turn of events. Steve seemed not in his proper mind anymore. At all. “You are in a vulnerable state. I can’t let this continue, even if I do want to offer my body as dessert.”
What was he saying? Was the wine already hitting him? He wasn’t really a wine drinker, but surely his tolerance for it wasn’t so weak. Eddie deflected and ripped his arm away so swiftly that Steve couldn’t compute what had happened. Since Eddie had shoved the cake directly into his mouth next, he couldn’t even make a noise in protest. The rush of moist chocolate cake wasn’t what he was craving. It was too much. Steve tried not to choke on it. He had difficulty chewing it and getting it down, so he had to sip the wine to dissolve it quickly. He wasn’t happy that Eddie had done that or about what he’d said. “You didn’t wear your blockers tonight,” Steve pointed out when he could finally talk. He still had enough sense to know that he wasn’t hot and bothered for no fucking reason at all. He picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth free of icing and crumbs.
Eddie was hot as hell, so there was always that, too, but he’d scented Steve. Threw himself in Steve’s lap and scented his entire stomach when he’d bit at it. The antics in the dressing room had only escalated on stage, and being that close and intimate enough to kiss an almost ripe omega had accelerated it, too. “I don’t have to worry about you taking advantage of me. And there isn’t a crowd of fifty thousand people you can throw yourself into in our room.” Steve crossed his arms over his chest.
Okay, so he still wasn’t fucking over that. He couldn’t stay mad, though. He cared about Eddie a lot.
Steve knew that he had the power to make Eddie succumb. He wouldn’t. He wanted and needed Eddie’s permission. Steve couldn’t take advantage of the nearest omega like some Alphas did. Eddie was the most important omega in his life. He wasn’t going to tarnish their relationship.
Eddie’s heart started to pound. “Gareth ran out of blockers. I gave him mine. I wasn’t trying to bait you or manipulate you or anything.” Not consciously, anyway. His instincts were a bit more tricky, but he hadn't had some slinky plan to induce Steve’s rut. “And even if I had been, I wouldn’t expect it to work. You’ve never been into me that way. Not in private.”
At least, that had been what Eddie had always assumed up until tonight.
As for his other behavior… Eddie shrugged weakly. He didn't have an excuse. “But I can’t always help the way I act around you.”
Eddie’s omega was convinced Steve was the one for him, and it was hard to argue with it.
Steve didn’t think Eddie was trying to do anything by not wearing his blockers, but he couldn’t deny what it had done to him. Steve already had a natural magnetic pull towards Eddie. He could never fully figure out why. He hadn’t gotten to experience Eddie’s scent like this until now. It was the missing piece.
Of course, Steve knew blockers were the best protection for an unmated omega, and they had to be worn constantly when they were in crowded public places. It kept Eddie safe against any Alpha that had bad intentions. It was imperative on show days where there were known to be rabid fans.
Steve reached out to touch Eddie’s arm again so the omega would look at him. “I know the timing is fucked up, Eddie, but I can promise that if I didn’t really want you, I wouldn’t have insisted that we come back here. Especially when you didn’t smell like you or me for a little while.”
That had really bothered Steve. He didn’t realize how much until now and what he’d blurted out. He’d never experienced it before. He didn’t like his omega smelling like anyone other than him. He knew he didn’t want Eddie’s scent to be tainted by anyone else ever again. Steve didn’t think it was his rut talking. He felt like claiming Eddie tonight so this wouldn’t happen ever again.
“The kiss on stage. Scenting me. That was for real,” Eddie said slowly. “Not just for the fans?”
It was maybe redundant after what Steve had just said, but Eddie wanted direct, verbal validation. Maybe it was the omega part of him.
“You’re the prettiest man I’ve ever seen, but chicks, man.” Steve thought he was one hundred percent straight. He had been a bit of a hound dog when it came to women. “Felt like I wasn’t allowed to,” he acknowledged. He thought he had to be with female omegas and hadn’t experienced a male one until he’d walked into Eddie’s band. Steve had always thought Eddie was attractive. He wasn’t blind. “You’re a guy,” Steve pointed out, then laughed because, yeah. “Obviously…” It had given him major reservations at first. Guys had liked him before, but he’d never liked any of them back until Eddie.
Steve had been apprehensive about fan service, but he was so comfortable with Eddie that it hadn’t felt wrong. It had only made their shows better. It had become fun to push the boundaries of his sexuality and their Alpha and omega dynamics. It had pushed other people’s buttons and had gotten them talking, making their band even more popular and Eddie a gay icon. “It was real,” Steve confirmed. “I wouldn’t kiss you for fan service, especially not for the first time. I couldn’t help it… I had to.”
Steve hadn’t been thinking. His hormones had been raging—still were—and his real feelings had taken over. He wasn’t sure if it’d make headlines since the more pressing news was the epic stage dive.
Eddie waited patiently while Steve explained his feelings in his own way, not trying to interrupt, just letting him work it out. It was probably the most quiet and attentive Eddie’d ever been in his life, but this was Steve. He was fucking important.
It all made perfect sense, even though part of Eddie still couldn’t quite believe his feelings were being reciprocated. And hey, what, hello, prettiest man he’d ever seen? That could not be correct. 
He thought it tragic that Steve had thought he wasn’t allowed to like omega men all this time. Didn’t surprise Eddie, but it made him sad and angry at their closed-minded society for drilling that into Steve’s head.
“I wanted to keep your scent on me.” Eddie touched Steve’s hand, upset with himself. Steve seemed genuinely wounded by what he’d done. He always got a little waspish when he was hurt. “I only jumped because I panicked. I didn't think it was real, and I didn't want you and everyone to see how much I…”
Eddie stopped. Poured himself another glass of wine because it was suddenly confession hour, and he was spilling his guts. He had been dreading this conversation since the day they’d met. Had hoped it would never happen because he had never pictured it ending well. He didn't want to lose Steve, and he was sure that would happen when Steve figured out just how deeply Eddie felt for him. This wasn't some light-hearted puppy love, as much as Eddie tried to twist it that way in his head when he was “harmlessly” flirting.
“I just don’t think I can do this if…” Eddie took a deep breath and looked Steve in the eye, ”…if it’s going to be a one-time thing. I feel more than want for you, Steve—more than like for you, and I have for a long time. I’m not asking you to claim me,” he added quickly, nervously. “You don’t, uh, have to do that. Obviously. Just—I’d want to date you.”
Hearing Eddie's confession melted Steve’s heart a little. “You wanna date?” he asked. “You’ll allow me to court you? So, if we fucked tonight, it wouldn’t be in sin after all?”
Eddie went to toy with one of his rings but forgot it wasn't there, and he ended up rubbing his mating ring finger in an accidentally telling way. He smiled uncertainly. “I don’t want to be friends who fuck. Or friends who fuck and then go back to being just friends. Don’t think I could stand it, honestly.”
Steve’s teasing smirk softened. “Honestly, I don’t think I’d be okay if I never even got the chance to claim you.”
Steve knew his rut was responsible for him wanting to claim Eddie right now. He felt ready because he’d been so angry about not getting to have Eddie in the first place that he just wanted it to be official already. He knew he hadn’t scented Eddie thoroughly enough, so he got up and dropped down in Eddie’s lap.
Eddie’s body was practically vibrating with need for contact. Like Steve knew that, he was suddenly there, sinking his heavy, reassuring weight on Eddie and laying that delectable chocolate scent all over Eddie’s neck. Eddie leaned back with a groan, making the chair creak (it probably wasn’t suited to hold the weight of two grown men).
“Babe, consider me courted.” Really, it didn’t take much more than that. This was his dream come true. Eddie laughed, and even that sounded like he was in ecstasy, threaded with a deep purr that didn't make an appearance very often. “Besides, you’re the one who needs my courting before I pop your cherry.”
Two could play at the teasing game, always, and Eddie was relieved to get back to their banter. Now, it was just sexier. Steve was a virgin who’d never experienced men before, after all—and there Eddie was, unworthy but happy as hell and honored to be the one to give him all the experience he could ever want.
“Hello, thunder thighs.” He meant that in the best way possible. Eddie squeezed them greedily because he was allowed to do that now. He tipped his head up to look at Steve, putting on his silky omega voice. “You know, a few perks come with dating a male omega, and one of them is…”
It had been enough time that his legs no longer felt like cooked spaghetti. Eddie stood up, taking all one hundred and sixty pounds of Steve with him, and dropped his sweaty body onto the bed. Eddie smirked. “ We can do shit like that.”
Steve was turning red, his temperature spiking again. It was a first, getting carried and thrown onto the bed like he was the one who was going to get fucked. Eddie was strong. Steve didn’t hate it.
“That was hot,” Steve said, rumbling as he pushed himself to sit up. He pulled Eddie by the shirt and guided him into his lap. “Don’t think you should be wearing this anymore.”
Steve removed it for him, and as soon as it was off, he went in for a kiss. Eddie tasted sweeter than he had on stage. It felt good to be kissing again. Properly, without a time crunch, and in the privacy of their room where they didn’t have to stop.
All of Eddie’s weight baring down on him felt good, too. Steve’s hands settled on Eddie’s ass. They needed something to hold onto. Since Eddie had shamelessly groped his thighs, it was only fair that Steve kneaded Eddie’s ass like dough through his boxers. It was the only other fluffy part of Eddie’s body besides his hair. Steve had always admired it.
“For the record, the only thing that’s getting popped tonight is my knot,” Steve promised, locking eyes with Eddie.
Like a trained dog, Eddie’s ears perked, and his pupils visibly dilated at the word knot. He’d been trying not to think about Steve’s most of the night. Trying very hard not to think about it stretching him out before locking inside. You know, respectfully, you didn’t think about your best friend’s knot fucking you stupid, especially when said best friend was in the room with you. (It was a little different when you were alone in your bed at 2 AM with your Turbo Knotter 3000 buzzing away.)
Now, that was mostly what was on Eddie’s mind as they kissed again, and Steve massaged his meagre ass like it was more than what it was. Eddie couldn’t resist rocking his hips in Steve’s lap, gushing slick like a river in preparation for it. The other thing that was on his mind was how desperately he didn’t want to fuck this up. He couldn’t be a lousy lay, had to be a good omega, the best omega, couldn’t do something to ruin this—but with his track record…
The thin material between them wasn’t leaving much up to the imagination. Eddie had a big cock—he acted like he did, too—so it wasn’t a surprise for Steve to feel it poking in his stomach. Steve smelled Eddie’s slick and then felt it saturating Eddie’s boxers. He was pleased. He knew he’d done a good job turning an omega on when slick started. He was ravenous for it and its source.
Steve broke the kiss to speak in his Alpha voice. “Let me get you out of these, baby. You soaked them, didn’t you? Just for me. I made you get that wet, huh?”
It was a shock, the filth that spilled from Steve’s mouth. Eddie was stunned into almost bashful silence (which wasn’t right because he didn’t do bashful), an aroused flush blotting his cheeks and working its way down his neck. He’d never experienced Steve’s Alpha voice. It was better than he’d imagined. Between his thighs, he throbbed with want.
In the past, he may have heard Steve’s voice through the paper-thin walls of the motels they used to stay at, but that was more painful than stimulating since it had been directed at whoever Steve had brought to his den for the night.
“Just for you,” Eddie echoed with a dumb smile.
Steve smiled devilishly. He pushed Eddie’s boxers down over his ass, then laid him back at the end of the bed so he could take them the rest of the way off. “I’m totally keeping these, by the way.” Steve sniffed them playfully, then tossed them to the floor.
Eddie had been reduced to a lovesick, brain-dead groupie. Future him would be sickened remembering his impulse to do anything for Steve’s voice. The way his body melted under it. He was glad he had the mattress underneath him for support. He was so wet, now rid of his boxers that Steve apparently wanted to keep as a snack for later, that he was making a puddle on the bed. “They’re all yours, gorgeous. Have them.”
Way to be subtle, Munson. Might as well have said you own me.
Speaking of owning, Eddie didn’t touch his dick, even though it was arching up along his belly and painfully hard, flushed dark red and ready for use. His omega was telling him that also belonged to Steve now. He could do whatever he wanted with it.
Steve sighed, rumbling deeply at the sight before him. He didn’t know where to start.  He spotted some slick on Eddie’s milky and much skinnier thigh and leaned down to lap it up with his tongue. “Fuck, it’s good,” Steve praised.
He got down between Eddie’s thighs and licked and sucked his way up to the source, lifting Eddie’s legs for full access to his ass.
Eddie’s breath hitched. Steve liked how he tasted?
“Been a while since anybody’s been down there. Might have to clear the cobwebs and bats out before you start.” A crappy joke. Eddie began rambling. Why was he fucking nervous? Oh yeah, because he was living his fantasy. He should have drunk that second glass of wine. “Thought I might have to be your teacher during this quest, but you—mh!” Steve’s lips were kissing his hole, his tongue circling Eddie’s sensitive rim. Eddie whined, legs closing briefly around Steve’s head before he got ahold of himself and opened them again. “You seem to be doing okay down there without my tutelage.”
Tutelage? Did he just say tutelage in the middle of sex?
Steve would’ve laughed if his mouth wasn’t busy. Eddie was so fucking cute. He was hungry. While he hadn’t eaten ass before, he didn’t hesitate. His need for Eddie was the driving factor behind his confidence. The fact that it had been a while since Eddie had an Alpha between his legs pleased Steve, too.
Eddie’s slick was delicious. Steve took his time licking and kissing. All he could think about was making Eddie feel as good as he could, considering it’d been a while and that he didn’t even know what the fuck he was doing. He just wanted Eddie to feel treasured and give him some good foreplay.
Steve’s face was getting messy. He loved it. When Eddie’s thighs put him in a headlock, he figured what he was doing was good. He could fuck him easily with his tongue. The texture was new, but the gush of slick onto his tongue made him hum happily. This was the sweetest slick he’d ever experienced. It was so addicting.
Eddie groaned. “M’already fucking this up, aren’t I?” Eddie closed his eyes, sinking his fingers into Steve’s hair, which was still semi-stiff and crunchy from all the Dippity Do. He tried to relax and stop thinking so hard. “Swear I’m usually better than this.”
Not too many of his past partners had done this to him before. Eddie wasn’t particularly interesting down there. His cock he was incredibly proud of, but he knew as far as omegas went, his ass was kind of a snore. Being up close and personal with it like Steve was probably wasn't as exciting as Steve was used to. Eddie knew he didn't compare to any of the curvy female omegas Steve had been with.
Eddie was fine with his lack of assets now, of course, but when he’d first started hooking up with Alphas, the lack of compliments had felt admittedly shitty, especially when he knew other omegas got a lot of them during sex. He’d had to work extra hard to get praise and attention there or pretend he didn’t care. Felt like he didn’t deserve any.
Now that he was famous, guys would tell him anything he wanted to hear and more, but it was rarely genuine.
Steve was confused. What was Eddie talking about? He was having a good time. He was working his way up to getting laid. They both were, but Eddie was worrying about being a good omega. Steve didn’t want to, but he had to stop and keep Eddie from spiralling. He licked up from Eddie’s hole, along his taint and balls and finally lifted his head to look up at him.
“You know, whenever I’m getting head, I never think about if I’m doing a good job.” He had to tease. He just wanted Eddie to enjoy this.
Steve was sitting up, which made Eddie panic a little, thinking things were ending, but it was probably for the best since he was starting to tense up so much that his slick had nearly stopped. He laughed weakly and resisted throwing an arm over his eyes. “Perk of being an omega: constantly needing validation.”
All omegas were whores for praise. Eddie didn’t want to be needy, but his biology just dictated some things for him. It was annoying, more times than not, but it was who he was.
“You’re perfect, Eddie. Look at my face.” Steve smiled, soft and big and genuine. “I’m so happy.”
Steve rumbled as he moved up Eddie’s body, kissing everything, his dick, stomach and chest. When he got to Eddie’s neck, he scraped his canine teeth along it.
Eddie made a noise, torn between embarrassment and that natural euphoria pleasing the Alpha elicited. Perfect? Was Steve telling the truth or just pitying him? It felt genuine, was the thing. Steve wasn’t a liar.
The command to look was easy to follow. Steve did look happy, actually. His cute little brown eyes were sparkling, the lower half of his face messy with slick, hair messy, debauched. Eddie smiled back, a gentle purr vibrating through his chest. 
“Being with you like this is making me so fucking nervous, Stevie,” Eddie confessed with a chuckle as Steve laid kisses on him that felt like little electric buzzes against his skin. As if it wasn’t obvious already, and the way his heart was pounding like Gareth’s drums under Steve’s lips. “I’m a wreck. I’ve thought about this—you—a lot.” Don’t want you to regret me.
There was a low ache in Steve’s belly when he got his mouth on Eddie’s neck. His knot started throbbing. Eddie’s words were music to Steve’s ears. He was so close to biting; his mouth was watering. Eddie’s scent gland was right there.
Eddie pulled Steve’s hips into the vee of his legs, his hands travelling down Steve’s heated back and caressing it. When he felt the sharpness of teeth near his gland, his nails dug in, making Steve gasp, and his eyes fluttered closed. “Fuck,” he breathed. His pulse sped up even more, finding a new rhythm like it was learning a song. “Careful, sweetheart, you might…”
Mate me.
“Don’t be nervous, Eddie bear. I swear I want to. I want you,” Steve said with a possessive growl. He kissed the spot tenderly instead of heeding the warning.
His mating mark would look so good there. Everyone would know Eddie was his, and no one else could claim him. Why wasn’t he claimed yet?
Steve didn’t really know why either of them hadn’t found their mate. Maybe they were waiting for each other. Steve felt a relief tonight for the first time since he’d met Eddie. Eddie had always been closed off to him in a couple of ways. Through their friendship, the band and scent blockers. Their heat and rut schedules were always planned and purposely spent apart.
Steve also didn’t know why he hadn’t taken off his boxers. It was the last thing separating them from full-body contact. Steve moved to get them off. He was still burning up, knowing there wouldn’t be any true relief until he was knot deep inside of Eddie. He sighed a little when he was free and rolled them onto their sides so they could kiss again.
He’d missed Eddie’s mouth. While they kissed, Steve found Eddie’s hand and moved it to wrap around his cock. It needed attention immediately. He wanted Eddie to feel how hard he had gotten because of him.
Somehow, hearing Steve’s sweet nickname for him in the Alpha voice made Eddie’s blush deepen. He tried not to pant like a bitch in heat at the declaration, but it was hopeless. He was gone, gone, gone. Mating bells were ringing in his head. Steve sounded greedy for him. Holy shit. Steve wanted him for keeps. Eddie would do a little jig if he weren’t, y’know, horizontal and busy being utterly seduced.
They were making out again, and Steve’s thigh was between his, pressing up against his wet and sticky cock. Eddie groaned into Steve’s mouth at the friction. It was funny. Eddie had never enjoyed kissing all that much until today. Don’t get him wrong; it was fun sometimes, but more often than not, nothing to write home about. Like, he could do without it easily.
It was nothing like this. Steve tasted like cake and wine and Eddie’s slick, and he knew how to kiss an omega. They fell into sync naturally, both of them going back in for more and more like they would die if they stopped.
Eddie’s lips felt swollen when Steve grabbed his hand—Eddie was a little contrite to note he had just been clutching onto Steve’s side like a lifeline—and guided it to his big, gorgeous cock. It was so heated in his hand. Hard as steel.
“Eddie, baby,” Steve rumbled sweetly in between kisses. “You feel me? You did that because you’re so fucking hot. You have the sweetest slick.”
Eddie squeezed, though he was the one who gasped and shivered as Steve continued to stroke his ego. That was what he’d done. Made Steve hard for him. “I-I feel you,” Eddie responded.
Steve nudged his nose against Eddie’s. “You’re making my knot hurt.” He whined a little as he met Eddie’s gaze.
Eddie ran his thumb along Steve’s throbbing knot reverently and felt an echoing deep throb in his hole, slick running down the back of his thigh.
“You’re gonna let me pop it, huh? I’m gonna fill you up so good. You’ll feel full,” Steve promised. He planned to absolutely ruin Eddie for any other Alpha’s knot. Only his was going to fit. He pulled Eddie’s thigh towards him so he could have access to his ass.
Steve’s rut smell was heady and thick in his nose. Eddie was so thirsty for him that his vision was glazed and blurring, and he was nodding like a bobblehead. “Yes, yeah, yeah, please. Want all of you. Want your knot. Please. Need it, Alpha. Please.”
That was three times he’d said please. His nerves had run away. He really just wanted to be fucked into next Tuesday by his (yes, his!) Alpha.
Steve’s fingertips met so much slick. He rubbed his thumb against Eddie’s hole before pressing his index and middle finger inside. His eyebrows rose, feeling the resistance around his fingers. He slowly twisted his wrist, drilling his fingers to get them in while watching Eddie’s face.
By the time Steve had two fingers inside him, Eddie was so turned on his eyes were trying to roll up in his head, and his leg was trembling around Steve’s hip. Fuck, it felt good. No, it felt fucking incredible. Steve had thick, long fingers. Eddie had watched them closely and touched them when he’d taught Steve how to play the guitar a few years back. (He’d also jerked off furiously after each teaching session because… well because.)
“I know there’s this spot...” Steve worked Eddie open. His tongue peeked out of the corner of his mouth as he focused on feeling it.
Steve’s concentrated expression was hilarious and endearing as hell, but Eddie was in no state to tease him because Steve had found his golden ticket.
“Oh god, oh my god, oh my god,“ Eddie moaned. Too loud, too loud, shit. It had only been a short, experimental press of Steve’s finger pads, but it left Eddie shaking like an overstimulated chihuahua and gushing slick.
“Fuck yeah, there it is.” Steve grinned and added a third finger, readying Eddie to take his knot.
Eddie’s hand had gone limp around Steve’s dick since his brain had leaked out of his ears, but he got with the program again and renewed his grip, stroking Steve from knot to tip to the same rhythm Steve was fingering him.
The head of Eddie’s cock knocked against Steve’s from the fast motions. Eddie whimpered and tightened around Steve’s fingers as pre-come jetted out, hitting Steve’s chest and getting caught in his hair. “Steve, now? Now, please? I’m gonna co—not gonna—make it.”
Fingering was hot and a lot of fun. Steve loved using his hand first. He knew, without the declaration, that Eddie was going to come. “Oh, Eddie,” he said. “Baby, you can come now. I promise it won’t be the only time you’ll get to.”
Steve kept his fingers firmly inside of Eddie. He wasn’t going to stop, especially with the way Eddie was quivering. He was going to make it happen. It’d be cruel to stop and start again with him this close. Steve loved to get omegas off, especially without it directly triggering his own need to come.
It helped that Eddie was touching him. His hand was big and fit around Steve’s cock and knot perfectly, stroking everything. He moaned softly in Eddie’s ear. “You’re making me feel so good. It's so hot that you’re gonna come for me already. Just from my fingers? That’s amazing. You’re such a good omega. You’re easily pleased by your Alpha, aren’t you?”
Another shock to Eddie’s system was Steve’s… kindness towards him. Generosity. Those words didn't go together with sex. He wanted to make Eddie come more than once? Even though he was in rut that had to be demanding he just flip Eddie over and mount him already. It didn't make sense why he was putting Eddie’s needs before his own. It didn’t make any sense at all.
All the Alphas Eddie had ever been with treated him the opposite. It was never good omega. It was always bad omega. Needy slut. Desperate whore. You’re just pathetic for it, aren’t you?
And sure, Eddie looked like the type who would be into that sort of thing, he’d admit. His whole persona kinda screamed I’m a brat, put me in my place. He didn’t look like an omega who wanted to be treated nicely, and he’d never corrected anybody who’d assumed so.
But he was that kind of omega. It actually stung sometimes—okay, every time—he was called names like that. Made him feel as worthless as a broken guitar string. The worst part was that his partners had never had any problem crossing the finish line, even if Eddie had gone limp.
So this, being called good? Being hot? Making Steve feel good? Being his baby…Shit, it was like nothing Eddie had ever experienced, and it was hitting him so hard he probably could have come from the affirmations alone. Eddie was making animal noises instead of actual words. There was a direct line from his ear to his heart to his dick. The prostate stimulation was now just a bonus. The cherry on top.
Steve dug his fingers into the spot he found and jackhammered them as Eddie whined and came between them. Steve kissed him once more before gently pulling his fingers out and pulling back. “I can’t wait to give you my knot.”
Eddie had never come so hard in his life, and as the pleasure center in his brain lit up like fireworks on the Fourth of July, it became Eddie’s sworn duty—his eternal vow—to make sure he was Steve’s good omega forever.
Eddie could barely kiss back, uncoordinated and panting. “No more waiting,” he swore.
Steve made a little show out of sucking Eddie’s slick from all three of his fingers. He rumbled at the taste. Afterward, he used his hand to push Eddie onto his back. There was a good amount of come on Eddie’s stomach, fresh and glistening. “Goddamn, this is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Eddie’s last brain cell took a swan dive to its death. Steve was acting like he was a delectable treat. Steve liked Eddie’s taste. Eddie was good.
Eddie flopped back bonelessly against the mattress as Steve maneuvered him, hair that was now mostly dry splaying out on the pillow beneath it. He watched Steve with hearts in his eyes, his post-orgasm scent overpowering the room and almost consuming Steve’s. He felt like he was floating, but also—
“Holy fuck, Stevie, you’re gonna kill me,” Eddie said, completely breathless. Steve had leaned down and was eating his come. The look on his face was predatory and ravenous. He let out a rumbly growl like he was still starving. Eddie’s abs clenched, and his cock gave a valiant twitch, aftershocks wracking his body before settling again as Steve finished his meal. He grinned. “And what a sweet death it’ll be.”
No way he’d rather go.
Steve hadn’t tasted come before. Eddie’s was good; salty and sweet but not as syrupy as his slick. “Definitely not going to kill you, Bambi.” That nickname slipped out easily with Eddie’s long, skinny legs in the crooks of his arms.
Eddie laughed. Now that the edge was off, he felt relaxed and happy, though no less needy. He could make sure his Alpha was taken care of. He wanted to make Steve feel more than good. He wanted to make him feel great and amazing. Eddie spread his legs a little more and lifted his hips, presenting his dripping hole as much as the position would allow. He clenched his muscles purposefully so Steve could see it gape open and closed, smirking playfully at the reaction. “Shove that pretty cock in me. Go as hard as you want. I can really take it.”
Steve didn’t have to hold back any longer. He could let his Alpha out and let it take him over, take what it wanted. Eddie was still soft—his refractory period was a lot slower out of his heat cycle, but he had no doubt he’d get hard again before Steve popped his knot. Honestly, probably as soon as Steve slid home.
The vision in front of Steve felt like a dream. The view of Eddie’s wet and prepped hole was perfect. It felt tight around his fingers. He watched Eddie control himself, and Steve’s jaw dropped in awe. “Okay, so that… that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Eddie grinned, a proud purr erupting from his chest simultaneously. He loved Steve’s reaction so much; how his face went slack and almost amazed. Eddie had done that to him.
Steve had to laugh in disbelief. He’d never been so turned on. He’d never had Eddie, so it made sense. Eddie was telling him he could… could go as hard as he wanted.
Steve was so hard. He didn’t want to hurt Eddie. He guided Eddie’s legs to wrap around him so he could take his cock. He made a noise as he touched himself to Eddie’s hole for the first time, eyes trained on the target. He had to thread himself inside an incredibly tight hole. His eyes widened in surprise as he pushed, and Eddie pulled him in.
“Christ.” He breathed through it. Hot, almost searing, pulsing pleasure surrounded him. All Eddie’s tight resistance would allow was a painfully slow descent. He was so tight it felt like he hadn’t even been prepped.
Eddie crossed his ankles, heels resting along the small of Steve’s back as Steve pressed against his waiting entrance. He was more than ready to be fucked, to be taken, for his ass to be claimed (for all of him to be claimed). It was a pleasurable surprise when there was no shoving. Steve went slow instead. Slow, slow, deliciously slow, filling Eddie up one thick inch at a time. With each push, Eddie let out a soft ah, head tossed back.
Eddie was fully hard again by the time Steve’s knot teased at his rim, rocking against him, and if he didn’t have self-control, tears might’ve sprung to his eyes at just how whole he suddenly felt. Like a fucking missing piece of him had finally slid into place, and Steve was that piece. Jesus Christ. How were his thoughts turning this fucking corny when he wasn't even in heat?
Steve fell forward and caged him in with his arms. Fucking face-to-face was new. Eddie didn’t do missionary. Usually, he’d just be bent over the nearest surface, standing, or on all fours somewhere. He was pretty well acquainted with rug burns and bruised knees. This was intimate.
Steve nudged Eddie’s nose sweetly with his own, then tilted his head back and let out a guttural moan. “Feels like you got me in a goddamn vice, Eddie.”
A small, overwhelmed smile touched Eddie’s lips.  The moan was deep, satisfied, and raised all the hair on Eddie’s arms.
This must have been Steve’s first time. It made sense. Female omegas didn’t have a sweet spot in their ass like guys did. Of course, that didn’t stop greedy Alphas from using that hole anyway, but Eddie was quickly learning Steve was considerate in bed. He probably hadn’t fucked any of his girlfriend’s asses. He was too sweet. The thought was oddly comforting. (Eddie’s head was fucked up, man, okay. He knew it.)
Eddie watched Steve’s face, enrapt, and pet his hands down Steve’s shoulders and chest, wanting to touch. Steve was a beautiful Alpha. Pleasure looked so damn good on him, and he deserved so much. Eddie couldn’t believe his luck. What had he done to deserve him?
There was absolutely no give for Steve’s knot yet. He was used to some. Certainly, Eddie had taken a knot, maybe not as big as his, though. The realization inflated Steve’s ego.
Moving got easier as Eddie adapted and stretched more for Steve as he started moving his hips. “Good omega, you’re so tight for me. You’ve probably never had a cock this big and thick.” Slick started pooling as if on cue, and it made Steve smile. “You’re getting ready for my knot.”
Steve could feel it when he really started fucking Eddie. Eddie was so wet it felt like he had gone into heat for Steve. Steve picked up the pace, rumble growling as he slammed in harder with every thrust, rocking his knot. Steve was feeling frantic, his heart racing and knot throbbing.
“I’ve had guys tell me their dicks were as big as yours,” Eddie replied with a hitched moan. He cracked a grin, toes still curled from the second good omega of the night. Eddie had never smiled or laughed this much during sex before. It was fun. The most fun he’d ever had with anyone. “Always a disappointment. But you’re… fuck, fuck! ” A deep thrust had Eddie spasming around Steve and adding shakily, “Really living up to your nickname, big boy.”
That was the last thing Eddie could say for a while. The mood shifted. His hands were pressed to the pillow on either side of his head, and his fingers interlaced with Steve’s as they went harder and faster until Steve was drilling into him.
Again, it was incredibly intimate. The most vulnerable Eddie had ever felt, and it had nothing to do with the pounding his ass was taking. He was more than naked. His soul was bare. Steve was staring into his eyes like Eddie was the center of his universe—like nothing else mattered. He didn’t think it was just his omega hormones that were being dramatic and romantic. Was it?
Steve didn’t advertise that he had a big dick outside of sex. Sure, he’d mention it, like he just had in context. Eddie calling him big boy always made him blush. He hadn’t fully realized until now it was because of his dick. Steve’s face was already hot; he was sure it was crimson now.
Eddie felt so good he was questioning his sexuality altogether. Of course, he’d admired other men, but fucking one—fucking Eddie—he didn’t know it could feel this good.
Steve didn’t have any complaints about his past, but he didn’t want to fuck anyone else after this. It couldn’t be his rut making him want to claim Eddie. Steve knew he loved and cared about Eddie. He thought Eddie was gorgeous and talented. He was fun and funny, and Steve always felt nauseous when Eddie spent the night out when they were on the road.
The following day, he’d always show up disheveled, alabaster skin bruised and looking worse for wear—almost like he had escaped something dangerous. Steve never liked it, and his Alpha would get snappy. He’d end up blaming his bitchiness on his need for his morning coffee.
Claiming the omega could put a stop to Eddie’s reckless behavior. Steve had had about enough of it after the stage dive tonight.
Eddie’s back bowed, and he squeezed Steve’s hands like they were the only things tethering him to the bed. Whimpering moans punched out of him. It felt so fucking good, his cock was slapping against his stomach, and tears did spring to Eddie’s eyes then just from the sheer intensity of it all.
“Knot me, please?” he begged, feeling that molten hot buzz building up inside him too fast to control. He was about to come again. “Sweetheart. Alpha. Steve. I—I’m ready.”
And he was ready, so ready that I fucking love you had almost slipped free. It was true. It was way too soon to say that. He didn’t want to scare Steve away. But he couldn’t stop his next instinct. Chin lifting, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. His neck baring itself, begging to be bitten.
Eddie was begging for his knot. Steve could feel with his thrusts that Eddie was almost there. So was Steve. He’d been in pain, his knot and heart aching in sync.
Eddie bared his neck, and Steve dropped their gaze for the first time since they’d started fucking. He licked his lips. He knew he had to and that he was going to do it. Enough was enough, and Eddie was finally going to be his.
“It’s yours. I’m yours. You’re all fucking mine.” Steve squeezed Eddie’s hands because he was going to do it. Eddie was ready for it—ready for his bite and knot.
Eddie shuddered hard, moaning. He couldn’t believe his ears. His lucky, lucky ears. Steve was giving himself to Eddie, verbally claiming Eddie.
Steve leaned down and kissed the prettiest place for his mark to be forever. It was his favorite spot on Eddie’s neck; his hair could hide it, but part of it would always be on display.
Steve bared down, popped his knot and let out the most pleased, possessive, growly moan he didn’t know he had in him as he locked in and came harder than ever before.
Steve’s knot grew in Eddie. It filled him up, so full he could barely contain it, but he did, closing around it greedily. The noise Steve released as he came made Eddie feel like a prize Steve had won. He sounded victorious. He hadn’t even had to hunt. Eddie had submitted completely to him without being chased. He’d always been by Steve’s side waiting, after all.
Steve’s face buried in his neck, accepting Eddie’s offering. The skin broke under his canines, and Eddie cried out as Steve’s teeth sank deeply into him. It was painful, burning, white-hot stinging—but he loved it. He loved it so fucking much. He loved Steve so fucking much.
Steve tasted Eddie’s blood, signaling a successful claim. A rush of it hit his tongue, and he moaned. He sucked the wound gently and lapped his tongue over it for good measure, making it clean. He pulled back and admired it. It looked so fucking good on him. Steve had an omega now.
It felt like his heart was fluttering out of his chest. It was beating so fast from the amazing sex. Eddie did pop his cherry, literally. He was panting and sweating, his body lightly shuddering from the aftershocks of his orgasm and being tied to Eddie.
Eddie was going to remember this until the day he died. He was going to replay this memory whenever he could, was going to play Steve’s Alpha voice in his mind forever and ever and ever and ever and—
“Yours! Steve, I love you! ” he gasped. He came hard. Even harder than the first time.
Then he promptly passed out.
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Steve hadn’t gotten to touch Eddie’s cock, but clearly, he had come again. Steve was happy he hadn’t broken his promise. He was feeling a little bashful when Eddie told him he was his and that he loved him.
“I love you, too…” he managed to say, but Eddie hadn’t heard him.
Eddie was unconscious. Steve could’ve sworn his heart stopped. “Eddie!” he yelled, and immediately grabbed Eddie’s wrist to check his pulse because had his dick killed him?
Eddie wasn’t sure how much time had passed when his eyes opened to Steve’s panicked face above him. "Whoa. Shit, did I just…”
“Don’t ever do that to me again,” Steve said, still wide-eyed, though part of him felt like dying laughing for thinking his dick was capable of committing murder.
Eddie cupped Steve's cheeks with both hands when he was lucid enough to. He laughed in disbelief, stroking the apples of them with his thumbs. “Sorry. I’m sorry, sweetheart. Didn’t mean to scare you. I’m okay. …Guess I’m not immune to that Steve Harrington fainting charm after all.”
Eddie tilted his chin up to kiss the Alpha (he couldn’t believe he was allowed to do that now) gently and languidly, tasting the sweet iron tang of his blood on Steve’s tongue.
Steve accepted the kiss because, yes, it would make everything better after the fright he had just experienced. It was kind of funny—or would be later when they told people the story of how they had become mates.
Eddie used the last dregs of his energy to roll them over so he was on top, straddling Steve’s knot—which still felt enormous and wonderful, and Eddie was already so addicted to it he was going to be knot-stupid for days. It would be a while before it went down and they unlocked, and he wanted Steve to be comfortable. He’d been holding himself on top of Eddie for a long time.
Steve gasped a little as the switch tugged his knot deliciously. He was happy to rest on his back and get to cup Eddie’s sweet ass. He petted it gently and smiled up at him. They were a hot mess, sticky and wet.
Eddie reached up to touch the marks on his neck with his fingertips. The marks that said Property of Steve. They were sore and throbbing in the best way. “Fuck,” he muttered.
He opened his eyes, unaware he had closed them. He immediately zeroed in on Steve’s neck. Unmarred, pretty skin, waiting for a bite in return. Eddie’s gaze flicked up, and he found himself trapped under Steve’s. His face suddenly flamed as he remembered what he’d said before the world had gone black. I love you.
He felt shame, especially because he was riding such a high right now—his whole body was vibrating with his purr, giving away his feelings that had already been so thoroughly outed.
He wanted to apologize for his behavior, for offering his neck like that when Steve was in rut and not of full sound mind. He’d just wanted it so badly. It had been selfish.
The apology stuck in his throat. Eddie just couldn’t bring himself to say sorry. It wouldn't be genuine. He didn't feel sorry.
“I hope it’s okay… that I did that,” Steve said. “You don’t have to do it back right now. You’ll let me take you out when we get home, right?”
Steve was going to court the hell out of Eddie.
Eddie was fucking floored that one, Steve thought he might not be okay with having been bitten, and two, Steve thought he was worthy enough, respectable enough of an omega that he needed to be formally courted. Eddie never thought he’d be one of those omegas who would get to experience that. As a celebrity, sure, but as himself, as regular Eddie? No way.
He didn’t need any grand gestures—Steve staking his claim was more than enough—but Eddie would admit that it did make his dumb little heart flutter to think about it —just a tad.
“Of course I’ll go out with you, pretty, but you don’t have to go through the trouble of romancing me.” Eddie flashed Steve a smitten smile that showed off his set of canines, much shorter than the Alpha’s but no less sharp. “I’m kind of a sure thing.”
More than kind of. Why play coy now? His heart was in Steve’s hands.
He’d have to bite Steve for their bond to take. Otherwise, his marks would heal and start to fade in a few months. A one-sided claim. The last thing Eddie wanted was for Steve to think Eddie was rejecting him. There was no way, in any world, in any fucking universe where that would happen. It was actually hilarious how unlikely it was.
“I just want to wait a little while. When your rut is over, and you’ve had more time to think about it,” Eddie added in a softer tone.
While part of Eddie—an extremely large fucking portion—wanted to latch onto Steve’s neck like it was a chew toy and never let go, the sober part of him wanted Steve to have some time, with a clear head, to make sure he really did want this.
Steve was slowly coming out of the fog of his rut, but he already knew that being sober from his hormones wasn’t going to change how he felt about Eddie. Eddie could make it official right fucking now, and Steve would probably sing Hallelujah. He was frustrated Eddie had told him he didn’t have to go through any trouble. “I do, and I will go through as much trouble as I think you deserve. Which is a lot.”
Steve wanted to take him on dates, buy him things, and, most importantly, love, protect and respect him. It wasn’t lost on Steve when Eddie told him before they’d started that he didn’t want this to be casual.
“You don’t have to spend your heats alone either. You have an Alpha now, and I’m going to take care of you.” Steve would’ve been dramatic about pulling out the stops if they had put off the fucking part during his rut, but he did think courting was important. Like most things, he’d overcommitted and claimed Eddie as soon as his knot had popped. It was what they’d both wanted deep down. Steve wanted to give Eddie experiences he’d never had, and there would be no more throwing himself into crowds or running off with lousy Alphas.
“Stevie…” Eddie murmured. He chewed on his bottom lip, filled with emotions. Emotions even bigger than the knot inside him. He didn’t believe he was deserving of it, of any of it, but Steve’s solid conviction was making him doubt that a teensy bit.
Nobody had ever wanted to take care of Eddie before. Fuck him, yeah, of course. But care for? That would be a significant change from his heat routine. “I’m going to take care of you, too,” Eddie promised.
He would. Even better than how he was taking care of Steve now. He had already been fiercely protective of the Alpha as his best friend, but with their friend barrier broken down (or levelled up), Eddie’s natural instinct would be to protect Steve and please him even more. Whenever Steve wanted or needed him.
Also, Eddie guessed he would be retiring the Turbo Knotter 3000—hopefully forever. Eddie should probably thank it for its years of faithful service. About a month ago, he had been looking at the new Turbo Knotter 4000 in a sex shop and had been planning on buying it soon. He was glad he hadn’t.
“It’s a good thing you never brought any of the Alphas you’ve been with around. I probably would’ve kicked their asses for not treating you like they should.” Steve knew they hadn’t, and it made him bitchy, witnessing his best friend getting mistreated. “Their loss,” he huffed.
Eddie couldn't repress his chuckle. Steve wanting to defend him was cute as hell but unnecessary. Smartly, Eddie didn't say what he was thinking—that they'd treated him fine, that it was normal for a guy like him to be slapped around during sex, never anything out of the ordinary.
In the past, he'd noticed a pattern of Steve’s bad moods swinging on the mornings after Eddie had been with someone. He’d be tense during soundcheck or snippy with everybody while they had breakfast. Eddie still didn't understand why it was a big deal, but he regretted upsetting the Alpha each time.
(He had a feeling Steve wouldn’t be very pleased if he ever found out tonight wasn’t the only time he’d passed out during sex. The other time, it had been after some erotic asphyxiation gone wrong. It had been unplanned, mostly unasked for, and after that night, Eddie had never tried it again. Or at least, he’d requested it not be done to him.)
Eddie had to kiss Steve again. More than just a need. It was vital. Eddie was amused and flattered to note Steve’s hands were still on his ass as he carefully leaned down.
“You’re just unreal, you know that?” Eddie murmured. His hair fell off his shoulders, curtaining each side of Steve’s face. He copied Steve’s move from earlier, giving him a gentle nuzzling, nose to nose, before kissing him thoroughly.
Steve’s hands navigated up from Eddie’s ass to his back as he kissed back with a deep, satisfied rumble. He rubbed it gently. Eddie smelled like him now. There would be no mistaking that he wasn’t Steve’s. It was incredible. It almost didn’t feel real. Could this be the best dream he’d ever had? If so, he didn’t want to wake up.
“Goddamn angel.” Eddie smiled at him. Steve was still wearing his stage makeup, looking particularly angelic, if not innocent, as he blinked up at Eddie in gold. “Do you wanna come home with me tomorrow? To Hawkins?”
Besides the fact that Eddie would probably (definitely) be climbing the walls and biting his nails down to the bone if they were states apart in the next few days, he knew Wayne would love to see Steve. Especially if they were going to be mated in the near future. Wayne already considered Steve to be like his son, so Eddie was sure it’d go over well and his uncle would be happy for them.
Maybe it would be better if Eddie gave Steve the space alone to think, but he couldn’t help himself. He wanted to curl up in the jet with his Alpha, then take him to their old puphood haunts and kiss him silly all over their small-minded little town. He had also long since bought Wayne a house to replace his trailer so they wouldn’t even have to sleep in Eddie’s old twin bed.
Steve laughed a little and blushed. What he had done to Eddie wasn’t angelic, but hearing Eddie say something so sweet about him made him smile. “Yes. I don’t want to go anywhere without you,” Steve said honestly. He didn’t want Eddie going anywhere without him either. “You’re my omega.”
Fuck, that was music to Eddie’s ears. Steve’s omega. “I am,” Eddie confirmed.
Steve gently tucked Eddie’s hair behind his ears so he could see his face. “You’re so pretty, Eddie.”
The compliments weren’t going to stop now that they’d fucked. Now, he could just say what he was thinking.
Eddie’s purr ratcheted up even more, though he complained with a quiet, “ Steeeve,” because he didn’t know what to do with himself. How to act. He’d never purred so much in his life. He was going to get a sore throat.
“It’ll be fun to go home. I want to take you on a date to the place we met.” Going back to The Hideout would be romantic, but it was probably still a dive.
Going on a date would be fun. They’d made a lot of memories at The Hideout. Eddie would never forget the first time he saw Steve’s face in the crowd, how preppy and out of place he’d looked surrounded by drunks in ripped jeans and leather, watching the band play—watching Eddie. But he’d fallen into place with them so quickly. The perfect fit.
Eddie smirked. “I fully expect you to get up on the stage and serenade me,” he joked. “Better get busy writing me a love song.”
Steve’s heart fluttered. “I think serenading you is all I’ve ever been doing.” He laughed at the realization. He loved to sing, but seeing Eddie’s reaction to him doing it almost brought the same amount of pleasure. “It’s funny that you think I’ll have to write one and don’t already have one up my sleeve.”
Steve had written about Eddie before, but now he had a hell of a lot more material.
Somehow, Steve had managed to turn his joke into the most romantic thing Eddie had ever heard. He didn't even have a response. Damn Steve and his smoothness.
“Its been so long since I’ve been home,” Steve added. “I think the pups will be happy to see us, though I guess none of them are really pups anymore.” Steve laughed and rubbed his hands over his face. He was always going to feel like the pupsitter.
Eddie’s smirk softened into a smile. Steve’s pups. Not his biological ones, but basically adopted. Eddie had herded them into the fold, but Steve was the one who’d taken care of them like the protective Alpha mother he was.
“I wanna fuck you at skull rock, too.”
“Oh, the famous skull rock.” Eddie turned his head and kissed Steve’s palm, then nipped it playfully. He batted his eyelashes. “Take me to prom, too? I’ll wear your corsage.”
He was sure his prom experience, had he had one, would’ve been much more fun with Steve on his arm.
“Yes, that skull rock. The one that I made famous.” Steve leaned up to nuzzle Eddie and nibbled on him for the palm bites he received. God, he was so insatiable now that he had gotten a taste. “Of course I’ll take you to prom! Good thing I got that pesky virginity thing out of the way. We’ll probably both be crowned prom kings.”
It was a fun fantasy to think about. He’d taken Nancy to prom, and he was crowned Prom King, but Tammy Thompson had been Prom Queen—which reminded him that Robin was going to fucking die when she found out that he’d claimed Eddie.
“I’m okay with being a queen,” Eddie said. He sat up, making them both groan, and motioned to his ass. “Clearly.”
Steve’s knot was fully deflated now, and Eddie’s legs were starting to go tingly from being folded so long. Eddie slowly lifted himself off. He didn’t want to be empty, but he had no doubt it wouldn't be for long.
Steve groaned softly when Eddie dismounted. He felt at home inside of him, but his knot had deflated, so they weren’t tied anymore. They had just been chatting away in the afterglow anyway.
He watched Eddie gracefully saunter over to the bathroom door even though Steve’s come was trickling down his legs. It was a sight for his sore eyes. He couldn’t wait to fill him up again and again.
Eddie glanced over his shoulder, turning on his best British accent. “I’m filthy, your highness. Does the king care to join me for a royal bathing?”
Steve grinned at the invitation and leapt up to join him in the bathroom. He gathered Eddie’s hair to the side so they could see Steve’s mark on him in the mirror. Steve rumbled. He was so proud of it and Eddie.
He wrapped his arms around Eddie’s middle protectively as Eddie checked it out. Steve squeezed him tightly and kissed all over his bite. “Mine.” 
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dreamsteddie · 3 months ago
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This is a second love Omegaverse au inspired by @lexirosewrites fanfiction, Sometimes Goodbye is a Second Chance. It is one of my personal favorites and I have read it many a time and was inspired by it. This is meant to be a part of Slick Sunday but it got really long so I decided to post it like this instead.
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They both find themselves suddenly alone in the world with little notice.
Steve thought he was in love. He was in love. But it turns out she wasn't. At least not anymore.
There had been a single moment of elation when she told him she was pregnant. That joy was quickly and brutally squashed by the admission that the pup was not his, and better yet, she was leaving him for the sire. They were going to take the chance of having her take a competing bond, hopefully beating out the strength of the old one to eliminate it completely. It's dangerous. If it doesn't go right the Omega will likely drop, maybe even lose the child from the shock of two bonds not willing to coexist but not being strong enough to eliminate the other
Apparently, moving on from Steve is enough of an incentive to risk it all.
Two nights later, he feels the bond dissolve. Gone, just like that. Empty where he had once been full. He turns into the pillows, the ones that still smell of her, and weeps. He reaches up to cradle his mating mark, now an empty scar with no meaning.
Eddie knew what he had wasn't love. He doesn't know if he'd ever been in love, but he knows it's not what he has with his Alpha. Without even realizing it, he had fallen into the same patterns of life his parents had tread before him. He met an Alpha at a bar, thought he was the best kind of wild, stayed with him just long enough to think that this was as good as it was going to get, and resigned himself to a bond. His Alpha wasn't the worst, but he was far from nice. He was a bartender who took advantage of his proximity to alcohol with a kind of reckless abandon that Eddie used to indulge in himself.
Then, all of a sudden, Eddie was pregnant. He didn't know how to tell his Alpha. Didn't know how he would react. Would he be excited? Mad? Indifferent? At the end of the day, he never gets to find out. By the time the call comes in to tell him his Alpha had had enough alcohol in his system to wrap himself around a pole, he's already felt the bond break. He thinks he should be sad. He should be devastated, it's the natural way to react, but all he feels is scared.
What is he supposed to do now?
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They're both there to get their scars removed.
It's not a completely unusual procedure, common enough that there are a handful of clinics in town to choose from.
Steve hates it here. He hates the beige walls and the beige chairs and the smell of artificial air meant to cancel out the smell of distress that would no doubt be filling up the space otherwise.
He clocks Eddie first. He looks...vacant in a way that Steve can't help but feel is unnatural for him. He's dressed in all black but not like a widow. Chains and rings and a baggy hoodie brandishing the logo of some metal band he doesn't recognize. He doesn't know why, but something compels him to reach out.
He gets up, "this seat taken?" he asks.
The Omega looks up and, Jesus Christ, he has pretty eyes. Steve doesn't know if he's seen eyes quite like his before.
"Guess not," he says, voice deeper than any Omega Steve has ever met before.
For a while, they just sit. Everyone at these clinics is given a window of time to come in, so they could be stuck in this waiting room for five minutes or two hours. It all depends on how bad the cases before them are.
It's the Omega who breaks the silence.
"So, what are you in for?" he asks, looking at Steve with a little bit of that mischief that looks so natural on him. It makes Steve smile for the first time in weeks.
"Isn't it obvious?" he asks, turning up his wry smile just a little bit "I got dumped. She cheated on me, got pregnant, and now she's gone. Gotta figure out where to go from here, I guess."
If Steve wanted to flatter himself, he would say that Eddie looks shocked at the admission. In reality, he doesn't know what to call that look. He just stares at Steve for a long moment and then says, "Huh, wasn't expecting that one." It's enough to pull a startled little laugh from Steve.
"I'm Steve." he holds out his hand
"Eddie." he takes it.
"So Eddie," Steve says as he releases his hand, "what are you in for?" That, apparently, is the wrong thing to say because the Omega goes from quietly amused to averting his eyes and slumping in his chair.
"My Alpha died last week."
Oh.
Before Steve can think of anything to say to try and spit out the massive foot he just put in his mouth, Eddie is pulling at the collar of the hoodie and tilting his head slightly to reveal his mark. It's different than Steve's which has been red and irritated since the bond broke, upset at not having a match. Eddie's is dull, to say the least. It's like a grey film has been placed over the whole area. He hides it away as quickly as he'd shown it off.
"The wild thing is I don't even miss him. I didn't even really like him!" he says a little too loud for the low buzz of the waiting room, but he doesn't seem to care. "I didn't even like him but then he went and got himself killed and left me alone with a pup I didn't even want! And now I can't bear to give it up even though I know I should because I have no fucking Alpha and no job and I'm going to be a shitty fucking mom and-" By now he's definitely too loud for the waiting room and people are starting to look around like they're waiting for someone to do something and Steve really does not need to be kicked out right now so he does the only thing he can think to do.
Steve wraps Eddie up in an incredibly awkward side hug and starts crooning at him, trying to gentle him into relaxing a little bit. He subconsciously tries pumping out calming pheromones but with the clinic purifiers, it's probably not doing what it's supposed to. He half expects Eddie to push him away. He doesn't seem like the kind of guy who appreciates random Alphas invading his space, but to his surprise, Eddie melts into his side almost too easily. He puts his head right over Steve's sternum, getting as close as he can to that gentle rumbling purr.
"Fuck, sorry, that was too much," Eddie says, voice muffled by Steve's shirt.
"Hey, hey, don't worry about it. That sounds really rough, I'm sorry. I'm sorry about your Alpha." he soothes.
Eddie just lets out a little sigh, clearly not planning to extract himself from Steve's hold any time soon. "Like I said, it's not even the Alpha. Honestly, he kind of really sucked. It's just...It all seems so big right now, y'know? I never planned on pups, but now I've got one growing in my belly like some kind of parasite and all I want is to see their little face and hold them in my arms and keep them safe. I want this baby, but I don't know how I'm going to do it."
Once again, Steve doesn't know what to say. He's been abandoned more times than he cares to think about, but never in the same way Eddie has been. He doesn't know what to do, what to say, where this whole thing goes from a kind stranger offering a little comfort to an Alpha trying to insert themselves into a vulnerable Omega's life. He should say nothing. He should hold Eddie for as long as he wants to be held and get the last of his bond removed and start thinking about what to do with his life next.
In fact, that's exactly what he's planning to do, but in the course of step one -comforting Eddie- Steve makes the mistake of leaning his head on top of the Omega's. This close to the source, not even the extra strength air purifiers in the clinic are enough to hide Eddie's scent from him.
Steve has never really believed in scent mates, always thought they were an old wives tale, but he thinks Eddie might just change his mind. Steve has never smelt anything quite it. It's muskier than most Omegas tend to smell but with sweet notes of basil and peaches. It takes every ounce of self-control and a reminder to himself that he has been without a mate for less than a month for him to not start huffing at the poor guy's hair like a lunatic.
All that really means is that rather than continuing to hold Eddie in silence like a normal fucking person, he instead blurts out "I could help you!"
Startled, Eddie backs up enough to look Steve in the eye, his own eyes wide in surprise. He doesn't completely leave the circle of Steve's arms which he counts as a small win.
"What?"
This is Steve's chance to back out. To back peddle and make up something, anything, except for what he's really thinking which is something along the lines of "please be my mate and let me help you raise a child. I think we might be soul mates!"
What he actually says isn't all that better.
"I mean, I could help you with the pup, you know?" Eddie just continues to look at him, eyes getting impossibly wider, "I mean, we just met and that's crazy but I just got a new apartment with an extra bedroom and you seem like a nice guy and..." Steve deflates a little bit, letting the silence linger.
"Steve?" Eddie prompts. A little bit of hope peaking through his words. Just enough to give Steve the push he needs to tell to truth.
"...and I don't know what I want to do with my life anymore. I don't know what to do next. All I ever wanted was a family, but no one ever wanted one with me. So, if you want, you can stay with me. It doesn't have to be permanent but...maybe it could be. Eventually. Your choice." and he means it, is the thing. As bat shit insane as it sounds Steve is suddenly so sure that he could make a life with Eddie. That they could be happy together. Mates.
Eddie is, once again, silent. He's still just staring, jaw dropped searching Steve's face for something. Steve doesn't know what it is he needs to see, so he just lets him look.
"Eddie Munson?" a nurse calls out, breaking the bubble they've built around them. They both startle, instinctively scrambling out of their chairs so she doesn't pass over Eddie for the next patient.
Steve starts to panic as he feels this opportunity start to slip through his fingers. Once Eddie passes through those doors, there's no guarantee that they'll ever see each other again, but he won't push him. What he's asking for is crazy, he knows, and Eddie has every right to flee from him and never look back.
Instead, Eddie whips around. There's more life in him than there has been since Steve first spotted him. There's fear and hope and joy all dancing across his beautiful eyes as he surges back to grasp Steve's hand from where it was lying limp at his side.
"Yes!"
"Yes?"
"Yes! To all of it! Fuck!" Eddie is, once again, being way too loud for this waiting room, but Steve doesn't give a damn about that. How could he care about anything else at all when Eddie is smiling at him like that? "Just, wait for me ok? Or, I guess I'll wait for you since I'll be out first?" he says it more like a question than a confirmation, like he's suddenly scared Steve is going to take it all back.
"I'll look for you." is all he says, suddenly aware of the nurse making her way toward them, clearly impatient to get things started. He wishes he could go in with Eddie. Wishes he could hold his hand through the inevitable pain of the removal and soothe the pup growing in belly reacting to their mother's pain, but he has his own appointment to wait for.
Eddie nods, squeezing his hand just once before finally allowing the nurse to usher him back toward the offices in the back, never looking away from Steve as he does so. Steve gives him a little wave as he passes through the door before collapsing back into the seat behind him.
All that's left to do now is wait for what comes next.
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lexirosewrites · 1 month ago
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Day 6: Omega/Omega
for @stmarchmm
⚠️CW: MCD, angst⚠️
At the end of the long fight, Steve's dying.
He's not upset.
Robin may be crying and pleading with him not to go, but he just asks her to make sure he's the prettiest one at his funeral.
"You're not going to die, Stevie."
He’s quiet, takes a moment to gather his strength and remind her, “I have an important date to get ready for, Robin. Eddie’s been waiting for me and I can’t wait to see him again.”
Two omegas couldn’t be together here. Not without fear.
But that won’t matter soon.
Robin still can’t stop crying.
It's understandable. If she was the one leaving first, he'd be a mess.
As it is, he never fully recovered from Eddie's death. Losing another soulmate would've been his end anyways.
"He better take care of you, Steve. He better love you and treat you like absolute gold," she whispers pointedly and a little bit threatening as if Eddie can hear her.
Always looking out for Steve’s wellbeing, even in his death.
Steve expected nothing less from her.
At least he doesn't have to ask that he's buried next to Eddie. Robin wouldn't allow anything less, even if she has to dig him up herself after the Harringtons toss him in the closest hole in the ground.
"Use the good hairspray?" Steve confirms with a wet smile.
"Only the best for you, dingus," she promises, her voice breaking.
His poor Birdie
He loves her. But he hopes he doesn't see her for quite a while— that her life is happy and long and she's fully wrinkled when they meet again.
They'll have coffee and catch-up.
Later.
Right now, Steve's more worried about making it to his wedding on time.
Eddie must be tired of waiting around for him up there.
Two years of yearning from so far away.
It's been a long engagement and they missed some courting gifts, but they both knew that loving another omega would never be easy.
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fkinkindagauche · 4 months ago
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Possibly Maybe
I got a little carried away combining three of my @steddiebingo Twelve Days of Christmas Mini-Event prompts, and wrote 16K of omegaverse bullshit. Prompt fills were: 1) cookies, 2) meet cute, and 3) candy canes.
Rating: Explicit | WC: 16K | Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - No Upside Down (Stranger Things), Meet-Cute, Omega Verse, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Eddie Munson, Alpha Steve Harrington, Bottom Eddie Munson, Top Steve Harrington, Barebacking, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Intersex Omegas, Knotting
Summary: Eddie falls in love with the cookies from a little shop run by a really annoying guy. Definitely just the cookies.
Full fic on AO3.
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Eddie wasn't sure why he had to be the one to pick up the cookies. It was Jeff's mate's baby shower, why couldn't one of her friends have picked them up? He was pissed he even had to go to the baby shower, but Jeff insisted that Melissa would be upset if his only omega friend hadn't shown up to support them.
So Eddie was already in a bad mood when he walked into the cookie shop, and his mood wasn't improved by the long line. It was a kitschy shop he'd never heard of that was somehow able to survive selling only cookies. No other baked goods. No coffee. It looked like there was only one employee working today. Eddie checked his watch. He was gonna be late and Jeff was gonna kill him.
The line moved at a snail's pace. Eddie inched slowly toward the counter, where an unfairly attractive guy was working the register. He looked like he'd be much more at home in a yacht club with his perfectly styled brown hair and form-fitting polo and khakis. Exactly like all the guys who'd made Eddie's teenage years absolute hell. The only sign that he belonged in the cookie shop was the flour-stained bright pink apron he had on over his outfit.
By the time Eddie finally got to the register, the acrid scent of his frustration was bleeding through his dampeners. He'd always been an unfortunately pungent omega. It made it so much harder to hide what he was feeling, which had also contributed to making his teenage years something of a disaster.
"How can I help you?" the employee asked when Eddie got to the register. The employee's calm demeanor in the face of Eddie's rapidly rising panic at how late he was going to be was the last straw for Eddie. He hated nothing more than being faced with someone cool, calm, and collected when he was about to lose his shit.
"Does this place always make customers wait so long, or is it just when you're working," Eddie's eyes flicked down to the guy's name badge, "Steve?"
Steve's eyebrows shot up, but he gave no other visible sign of offense. "Sorry for the inconvenience," he said, in perfect, soulless retail-speak. "It's a busy time of year, and one of my only other employees has the flu. What can I get you?"
Eddie bristled at the brush-off. He crossed his arms over his chest and glared at Steve. "I'm here to pick up an order. For Benson."
Steve nodded. "One second." He turned around and went into a back room. Eddie glanced at his watch again. Even if he sped all the way to Jeff's, he'd still be late.
"Any time this morning would be great!" Eddie yelled after the man.
An old woman in line behind him tutted disapprovingly, but he ignored her. Eddie stared at the cookies in the display case while he waited. Most of them were ridiculously overdone, decorated like fucking cakes or something, but his eyes were drawn to a perfect-looking, simple chocolate chip cookie. His stomach grumbled. He hadn't had time for breakfast that morning.
He was still staring at the cookie when Steve finally walked back up to the register carrying a large box, vacant customer service expression still on his face. Eddie couldn't pick up any scent at all coming from him.
Steve followed Eddie's eyes to the display case, pulling out the cookie Eddie was staring at and placing it in a small bag. "For your trouble," he said, handing the cookie to Eddie with a smile. "I appreciate your patience."
Eddie grabbed the cookie from his hand with a glare. This bozo wasn't gonna be able to win him over with a free cookie and a smile. But also Eddie definitely wasn't going to turn down that cookie. He shoved it in his pocket and picked up the box of baby shower cookies. Jeff had already paid for them.
"Have a good day!" Steve called as Eddie left without a word. "Come again soon!"
Eddie angrily shoved the consolation cookie in his mouth with one hand while he hurried to his car. It was, of course, obscenely good, which only made Eddie more annoyed.
Jeff and Melissa were not pleased when Eddie rolled in thirty minutes late.
"What the hell, Eddie?" Melissa hissed, grabbing the cookies from him. "You've already missed some of the games!"
"Oh, however will I recover," Eddie deadpanned, holding a hand to his heart.
Melissa glared at him, opening the box. Her face instantly lit up. "These are amazing!" she cooed. "You were right, Jeffy, this guy is fantastic!"
Jeff looked over her shoulder at the unnecessarily fancy cookies. "Oh, yeah, look at that. Chrissy was right, this guy's cookies are great."
Eddie snorted. "Well you should tell him, whoever he is, that the customer service at his shop sucks. There was only one employee there, and he was annoying."
Jeff gave him a confused look. "I've only ever seen the owner working there. I don't even know if he has other employees."
"Well, he must," Eddie insisted. "Because there's no way the guy who was there today owns a cookie shop."
Jeff shrugged and changed the subject. "Thanks for picking them up. At least you got them here before the party ended," he teased.
Eddie couldn't stop thinking about that fucking chocolate chip cookie. It was the best cookie he'd ever had. In his entire life. And he considered himself a bit of a cookie connoisseur. Whoever was running that shop knew what they were doing. About cookies, at least. Maybe not about hiring.
He really tried not to go back to the shop, not wanting to chance another encounter with Steve. He went on a cookie journey throughout the city, searching in vain for a comparable chocolate chip experience. But nothing hit the spot quite like that cookie.
Which is how he found himself standing in front of the shop a few weeks after Melissa's shower, trying to peer in through the window to see if that asshole was working again. There were no customers, though, so whoever was working must have been in the back.
Jeff had said it was almost always the owner working, so Eddie decided to take his chances and hope that's who he'd get this time. He took a deep breath and pushed the door open.
A bell tinkled above the door as Eddie breathed in the scent of fresh-baked cookies. "Just a second!" a voice called from a room behind the counter.
Eddie walked to the counter, looking at the cookies. There were plenty of the fancy, decorated cookies that the shop was apparently known for, but also quite a few simple cookies which made Eddie's mouth water.
He looked up as the door behind the counter opened. Steve, the man from before, came out, smiling pleasantly.
Eddie's face fell. "You again?" he groused.
Steve looked confused for a moment, then recognition crossed his face. "Ah," he huffed. "Come to scold me for my poor customer service again?"
These pretty rich kids really thought their shit didn't stink. "Does the owner of this place know you're such a little shit?" Eddie growled.
"I'm the owner of this place," Steve drawled with an amused smile. "Did you like the chocolate chip cookie?"
Eddie's scent soured with annoyance. "Seriously?" he groaned.
"Seriously," Steve replied. He looked way too pleased with himself. A vague scent started to bleed into the air from Steve, surprising Eddie. He had assumed the man was a beta. He was too big for an omega, but he ran a cookie store, a very unorthodox career choice for an alpha.
The scent was a delicate mix of pine and sandalwood, with just a hint of something sharp and sweet that reminded Eddie of candy canes. Eddie was startled to realize he liked it. He hadn't liked the scent of anyone who wasn't in his immediate pack in a really fucking long time. Figured it would happen with a replica of a Ken doll. He probably had the personality of a Ken doll, too.
"Well? Was the cookie good?"Steve prompted when he got no response from Eddie.
"No," Eddie lied.
"Then why are you back?"
As much as Eddie wanted to leave without buying anything, that was a betrayal his stomach wouldn't allow. "My friend. Who had the baby shower. She has really bad taste in cookies so I guess she likes yours. She wants more." It sounded idiotic even to Eddie's ears.
"Sure." Steve smirked. "What does she want? More of the iced cookies? I have some pretty Christmas trees right now." He motioned to the case.
"No," Eddie snapped. "She wants to try the snickerdoodles. And the peanut butter cookies." Eddie paused, trying to rein himself in. He felt the ensuing blurt come directly from his stomach, "And five of the chocolate chip cookies."
Steve raised his eyebrows. "She just knows she's going to want five of them? Even though she's never tried them?"
Eddie swallowed audibly. "Yes. I described them to her. I'm a really talented food narrator."
Steve hummed thoughtfully, getting out a box for the cookies. "How'd you describe them? I'm intrigued."
"Don't remember," Eddie mumbled.
"Oh. Do you wanna try one again now to jog your memory?" Steve held one of the heavenly cookies out to Eddie. The scent wafted into his nostrils. Eddie worried he might start drooling.
"No!" Eddie yelped, batting away the cookie before he lost all self-control. "I told you, I didn't like them."
"Right," Steve said, drawing out the vowel.
"Just give me the cookies," Eddie grumbled, pulling out his wallet.
The corner of Steve's mouth twitched up in an aborted smile as he packed up the rest of the cookies. He cashed Eddie out, handing over the box.
"Hope your friend enjoys," Steve needled.
Eddie grabbed the box and fled.
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