#steve harrington dividers

[strangergraphics-archive]

steve harrington dividers:

please like, reblog and credit if you use. thanks! 💕

[strangergraphics]

scoops ahoy themed masterlist dividers:

please like and credit if you use, reblogs are appreciated! thank you! 💕

[fuctacles]

The sound of a promise

For @stevieweek Day 6: Queer culture | M | 1997 | Steddie | some gender dysphoria (voice), cat lady stevie universe sequel, transfem Steve, age gap, pre-relationship, spice&fluff Stevie Week: Day 1 | Day 2 (art) | Day 3 (art) | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7

!We dive straight into smut but it's not very descriptive!

Steph makes a few aborted sounds in her throat before slapping her hand against her mouth while Eddie pounds into her. Her muffled sounds make him look up and notice that she's silencing herself and his hips still. 

She blinks up at him, confused at his sudden stillness.

"Does it not feel good?" he asks with a slight pout to his lips.

She shakes her head immediately.

"It does," she croaks out before slapping the hand back over her mouth. Eddie frowns.

"Then I want to hear it. Please."

She shakes her head again, but it's small and hesitant this time. She spreads her fingers, not ready to take the hand away, but wanting to be heard.

"I can't control my voice, you know..." She makes a vague gesture to her mouth, her neck, and the vocal cords beneath. "Like this. There's only so much estrogen can do."

Eddie's heart breaks for her. He sits back, most of him slipping out, and caresses her thigh. 

"What do you mean?"

She sighs, but the soft touch on her skin helps her calm down and gather her thoughts. 

"Hormones don't just... change my voice. They kind of help expand my vocal range so that I can hit the higher notes, and sound the way I do every day. But I can still use the lower notes, and sometimes they just... slip out." She winces.

"Stevie." She looks up at him. "Stephanie, Steph." Eddie leans forward again, and she presses her lips together when his dick moves inside her too. "You're a woman, and your voice won't change that, not to me. I want to know I make you feel good. I want to hear it's so good you can forget yourself, and let loose. I want you to trust me that it won't change how I see you."

Despite his words and the blush on her cheeks, she doesn't seem convinced. So he adds, mercilessly:

"Please."

Stephanie nods and lets him take her hand away from her face. He presses his lips to her palm, watching her cheeks redden further.

"Thank you."

Wayne has taught him to be polite and respectful to women but he never knew such simple words would make someone squirm under him like that. It makes him want to bring her flowers and kiss her goodnight, knowing she'll eat it up and turn these beautiful shades of pink and crimson just for him.

He presses her hand to the mattress and resumes his movements. Slow at first, because his dick lost the plot for a second, but as soon as he felt himself get into full hardness again, he braced himself with the intent to bruise.

"Let me hear you," he said, slamming into the woman beneath him. 

She whimpered, at first, and Eddie let her ease into it, observing her slowly part her lips and let the music flow. The breathy little ohs and ahs, the whines that follow, and finally, when he hit the right spot, a choked-off moan.

"Like that," he praised immediately. "Shit, you sound so hot."

And when she looked into his eyes, moaning and whining unashamedly, her self-consciousness gone, Eddie lost it.

He dove down to bite into her mouth and she accepted it happily, sharing her moans, the high ones, and the low ones, directly into him. With her free arm, she grasped his shoulder, trying to pull him even closer, and he let go of her other hand so they could wrap around each other, pressing tight until their bones crushed, only their mouths and hips allowed to move freely.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god," Eddie chanted into the corner of her mouth. "Steph."

"Eddie. I'm gonna—"

It's all the warning he gets before her heels dig into his back to pull him impossibly deeper and she comes. Her blunt nails digging into his skin are the last straw for him. 

"Fuck!" he grits out, spilling into the condom, and his thrusts finally weaken, turning into a shallow sway until he stills, breathing heavily against her neck, where he presses his mouth because not touching her wherever he can right now would be torture. Slowly, as he regains control over his muscles, he starts pressing light kisses there. 

"You were perfect. So beautiful. So hot. And you sound divine."

Despite his body's protests, he pushes himself up, because he needs to look her in the eyes.

"So good I could record you and take you with me to Indy, for the lonely nights."

"Oh my god, stop." She turns her head away, face twisting with embarrassment. But Eddie presses on. 

"Those little moans you make, the ohs," he tries to imitate the breathy sounds she made and watches her cheeks bloom. "The ahs. Perfect. Thank you for letting me hear them."

"Uh, sure," she offers.

Eddie raises an eyebrow. 

"You sound like you don't believe me."

All she can give him to that is a shrug. So he moves his hips, making her hiss from how sensitive she is, and pulls out from her. He can feel her eyes following as he gets up to dispose of the condom and goes for the door, closed against the four-legged intruders. 

"Towel? Shower?" he asks, but she shakes her head, lifting herself on her hands to point towards the window.

"Just throw me this one. It's going into the laundry anyway."

Eddie grabs the towel, smelling faintly of hair conditioner, off the radiator. Instead of handing it over though, he sits on top of Stephanie's thighs to wipe the cum off her belly himself. 

"Such a gentleman," she comments, with amusement in her tone. 

"Well, I try to treat a lady how she deserves to be treated." He gives her his winning smile, the one he uses to charm his way out of trouble and get an extra cookie at the cafeteria. It must be working, because she finally softens, the lines on her forehead smoothing out as her expression opens up like she's starting to believe his words. 

"You saw my... you know."

"Sure did." Eddie nods with a cheeky grin. "And she's pretty like the rest of you." He grabs her dick to clean thoroughly around it and wipes gently at the tip to make his point. Steph's breath hitches at the way he addresses her genitals. 

"And you heard my voice."

"I hear It all the time," he points out, nudging her knees up to gently wipe the lube from around her rim.

"Yeah, but not like this," she says, lowering her voice on purpose. Her eyes are piercing and testing, and Eddie looks up to meet them.

"I'm a musician, I love a woman with a wide vocal range." He sits up though, his smile wilting. "Do you want to scare me off? Because it's not working, but if you want me to leave, just tell me," he says with a frown. He's been doing his best to be gentle and accommodating. True, he's not dealt with trans people before, but he thought he was doing well. "If I crossed a line somewhere, or did something wrong—"

"No, no, you're good," she cuts him off with a furious shake of her head. "I think I just need a moment."

Eddie gives her a puzzled look. He folds the towel in his hands nervously. 

"Okay. Do you want me to leave, or..."

"No, just come here."

Instead of being shunned out of her flat, he's being pulled down, chest against chest. He quickly gets the memo and straightens his legs until he's laying like a blanket on top of her, arms bent awkwardly to cradle her shoulders, head in the crook of her neck. 

Stephanie tries to be quiet, but eventually, she can't hold back the wet sniffle that alarms Eddie.

"Shit, are you crying?" He tries to look up, but she presses his head back into her neck so he can't move.

"Shut up," she says, but doesn't sound angry. So he settles back down, tries to wrap his arms around her to provide the comfort she clearly needs, and lets her feel whatever she's feeling, fingers gently tracing her skin. 

When he can feel her breath and heartbeat settle down, he asks without looking up:

"Were these good tears?"

She snorts.

"Of course they were, idiot."

He huffs out an amused breath against her neck, making her shoulder jump against the ticklish feeling. 

"I haven't been treated this nice in a long while. It's a lot."

Eddie hums against her skin. He doesn't have the words to help, but he understands the feeling so he hugs her tighter against him.

"I get it," is all he can offer. It's like the first time Wayne had praised him after years of living with his parents. He bawled his eyes out back then, not understanding why. "I'll treat you nice every time, I can't imagine doing it any other way."

Her breath quickens again.

"See?" she asks wetly, almost accusingly. "And now you're promising me more. You can't do that."

"Why not?" Eddie frowns. But he's still not allowed to look up. 

"You go to college. You don't even live here."

"I live here sometimes," he corrects. "And I have a feeling I'll be visiting more often now."

She huffs but doesn't say anything. 

"What? Long distance doesn't work for you?" he half-jokes.

"You make it sound like it's a relationship," she says and Eddie cannot decipher her tone. She sounds accusatory, hurt, and annoyed all at once. 

He finally breaks from her grasp but gives her the comfort of no eye contact. Just settles more comfortably against her collarbone, not crushing her to the bed anymore. He throws his leg and arm over her, wrapping Steph in a comforting touch she so clearly lacks. 

"It could be," he says. 

She doesn't say anything at first, but he senses another scoff on the tip of her tongue.

"Could it?" she counters eventually. Eddie hums.

"Yeah. Why wouldn't it?"

"I'm older than you."

This time it's Eddie who scoffs. 

"You're beautiful and funny and have only one too many cats. I think you're fine. And if you have like, a deadly old-lady disease you haven't told me about, that's all the more reason to spend the time you have left being properly fucked and wooed and courted."

"I like how you set the priorities there."

He slaps her hip gently.

"Like you didn't like it."

"I did, I did." She reaches into his hair to gently scratch his scalp. "Can we come back to this?" she asks, but there's an almost pleading tone in her voice. "Next time you visit, we can talk about it."

He doesn't like the idea of waiting until his next break, but if she needs that space, he'll give it to her. 

"Of course."

The signals he's getting are confusing, but he hasn't been told a straightforward 'no' yet, and the hand in his hair is nice and gentle, so he thinks his odds are quite good. He understands the need to think things through even if he's a man of impulsive decisions himself. 

"When do you have to leave?"

Eddie turns to look at the Garfield clock on Steph's bedside table. If he doesn't leave right now, he'll run into traffic outside of the city later. But if he waits a few hours, he'll catch a nice view of the sunset and will be back in his flat shortly after sundown. He doesn't have classes until noon tomorrow anyway. 

"I have enough time for a nap and round two," he decides, looking back at her.

"Perfect." She smiles sweetly, craning her neck down to kiss him. Then she flips them until she's the one cuddling into him, and he positively shudders when he wraps his arms around the soft body pressed against him, cradling her to his chest. 

"Yeah, perfect," he agrees, closing his eyes.

[matchingbatbites]

press here

I wrote another one. Thought up this idea and couldn't put it down. For @steddiemicrofic March prompt 'pin'.

388 words | Explicit | CW: physical restraint, use of "make me take it" for those who aren't a fan of that

“So what are those about?”

“What’s what about?” Eddie asks in return from where he’s hunched over, digging through his dresser, trying to find a specific shirt that Steve is 80% sure is in the dirty laundry. They’re supposed to be going to see some new movie, but Steve doesn’t mind stalling if it means he gets to see Eddie shirtless a bit longer.

“The handprints. You’ve told me about your other tattoos, but not about those.”

Steve’s noticed them before, of course he has. The two handprints on Eddie’s back are stark against his pale skin, like someone’s dipped their hands in black ink and pressed them to his shoulder blades. 

They’re enticing. Steve has fantasized about lining his own hands up with them, of using them as a guide to hold Eddie against the wall or pin him down to the bed. Thoughts that have only increased as they’ve continued to dance around each other, neither willing to make the first move.

Eddie stands up straight and turns to look at Steve with a sharp grin. “Those? They’re so pretty boys know where to hold me down while they fuck me.”

Jesus Christ.

Every filthy thought Steve’s ever had about those marks flashes through his mind, and he’s paralyzed with desire as Eddie stalks over to where he’s sitting on the bed. The tension that’s been building between them is increasing rapidly, the atmosphere stifling as Eddie reaches down to take one of Steve’s hands in his own.

“Your hands are pretty big, Stevie. Wanna see if they match up to mine?”

They don’t match up, but only because Steve’s hands are bigger than the inked ones.

He eclipses them completely as he pushes down on them, pinning Eddie to the mattress as he fucks into him from behind. It’s better than anything he dreamed of, especially with Eddie’s eager babble and the sinful arch of his back.

“Fuuuck yes, that’s it. Make me take it, Stevie, so fucking good.”

Steve groans at the encouragement and snaps his hips harder, digs his fingers into Eddie’s skin and thinks about leaving bruises, leaving his own mark on the man. He wants Eddie to feel the ache later, a reminder of just how good Steve is at holding him down. 

And hopefully, he’ll want to experience it again.

[travelingtwentysomething]

✨Are you new here?✨

✨🌚)))))(✨Hailey on AO3✨)(((((🌝✨

🪩 Let's Be Honest, If You Could Hop Dimensions, You'd Save Eddie Munson Too (AO3 // REBLOG // My Art: Eddie in Disguise/Comparison) - A Steddie+Original NonBinary Time/Dimension Traveler Character Fix-It Comedy/Adventure

🌚 Devotion Tastes So Sweet On Your Lips (AO3 // REBLOG) - A Spooky Steddie Horror One-Shot (Maybe Series...) Steve Prays To The Old Gods And Eddie The Banished Answers

🕸️ A Sticky Situation (AO3 // REBLOG) - A Harringroveson x Spideypoolverine Crossover Comedy One-Shot +Inspo Post for A Sticky Situation

—+++—Some Bonus Tumblr Only Ficlets—+++—

+Steve Throws Eddie His Yellow Sweater, Eddie Throws Steve His Vest. It's a Whole Thing (It's Canon. Gone a bit Viral, this one🤘) (Further Evidence: Steve Puts on The Vest and Eddie Checks Out His Ass, Also Canon. + Bonus Canon: Every Time Eddie Puts On His Steve Smile)

+Eddie Realizes Steve Is More Than A Babysitter (w/ Inspo Post Steve Slays Demo-Bats, Eddie Reacts, this one has Gotten Popular, but I mainly attribute that to Steve's Titties 🤘)

+Stephanus Concubinus, Emperor Geta's Vita (a Steddie x Gladiator II au blurb inspired by kingsandsaints ' gorgeous painting of Joe Keery wearing laurels and a white sheet🕊️)

+Rockstar!Eddie, Meets Server Duo Stobin, is an Asshole and Gets His Just De'Soup- Later Eddie Comes Back to Apologize and Gets Steve's Number- Then, A Misunderstanding and a Proposal (An Add-On Ficlet started by two very talented writers sabbathbloddysabbeth and estrellami-1🤘)

+Rockstar!Eddie in a Case of Mistaken Identity Gets Dragged to Dustin's 21st "Rockstar Hotel After Party" Themed Birthday by an Oblivious Steve +Bonus Robin Has Something To Say About That (An Add-On Ficlet inspired by Whathehonestfuk's post🤘)

+Rogueddie Famous!Steddie, Eddie Reads Tumblr RPF of Steve, Steve Gives a Rec (Rogueddie Wrote A Blurb, I Wrote A Blurb, an Add-On Ficlet)

+S4 Cut Scene: Steve Pines For Eddie, Dustin is Excited For Two Dad's, or Whatever, He's Not Picky (Eddie Witnesses This Interaction From Afar, Wonders Fondly, an Add-On Ficlet)

+Steve is afraid to scare Eddie away by treating him 'like a girl,' Eddie is frustrated, thinking Steve just can't bring himself to cuddle him because he's a guy. (Until Eddie opens Steve's closet and a mountain of dead and drying bouquets and boxes fall all around him. An Add-On Ficlet) +The Add On Where They Go From Idiots to Lovers

+Steddie!Little Mermaid AU Blurb-let (It started with a whisper- *Steve Herrington* and ended when Prince Eddie kissed he- er, uh, no wait- that's actually Henry the Sea Witch with Prince Steve's stolen voice... Violence and Magic and A Happily Ever After, Oh My!)

+Eddie Doesn't Give A Fuck About Sleep Paralysis Demon Steve (a bit personal, turned into a Steddie prompt)

📜A Tale in Gifs🍿

—++++—Stories Told in a Montage of Gifs—++++—

+Steve Definitely Doesn't Have A Type: A Steddie Tale in Gifs (+Because I Can't Leave Well Enough Alone, Emotional Damage) (Learned how to make gifs for this post lol took me hours give it some love, my first sort of popular post🤘)

+Steve: All My Homies Love Boobs And Hate The Government / Robin Looks At Eddie: *Gay Silence* / Steve: Right?! (Robin Looks At Eddie: *Cringes* / Steve: *Bi Panic Sets In*)

+Eddie Munson the Lunchtime Menace... He Does All His Best Menacing at Tables: A Tale in Gifs (A Montage of Eddie Being Menacingly Innocent 😇👀)

+Steve: If He Fuck Me Good I'll Take His Ass To Red Lobster / Steddie Version / Metal Sandwich Version (🍨⛵🦞)

+The First Time Little Eddie Munson With The Buzzed Hair Gets Called A F*reak, He Is Too Stunned To Speak (Literally, just a sentence ✨with gifs✨ but now I need 100k words, on my desk by Monday morning. Prompto.)

✨everything else you need to know under the cut✨

🪩My Original Posts🪩

#op

+My Singular Piece of Art (Eddie in Disguise/Comparison)

+Jack Whitehall Incorrect Quote/Shipping Gays is the Glue That Holds Fandom Together🤘

+Harry Styles Raps to Girls Just Wanna Have Fun Video (if you've never seen this, you're not fully realizing your potential)

+Joe Quinn is Dating Doja Cat? (It only took me a couple minutes to make this gif, skill issue defeated)

+Someone Asked Me "Favorite word?" And I Am A Comedian, So I Said- (you won't regret clicking on this one, here's your first clue that I am hilarious.)

+My Theory on Why Hollywood (And Men™) Thinks All Women Over 30 Are Witches (added to this already hilarious post about the Disney Movie Freaky Friday, your second clue that I am actually the funniest person you don't even know)

🪩Gems You Missed🪩

+ I just realized I caught the GHOST in my haunted house on video 🫥👀💀

+A Break-up Cake Commissioned By Me From The WM Bakery: Mario Kart - "Welcome Back To The Streets" (If We Are Friends, This Is The Kind Of Moves You Can Expect From Me)

+15 Minute Roast Beef and Potato Soup (I make up easy recipes sometimes, ask me about my rotisserie chicken enchiladas with cilantro lime sour cream sauce)

+My Halloween Tree and Blockbuster Wall (About 4,000 DVDs lit up by my Halloween Tree, it's a Spooky Vibe, ask me for a Movie Rec... When I die I'm fixin to haunt the Criterion Closet👻)

+🍯My Dog Honey Watches Scooby Doo / Honey Cuddles Then and Now / Honey Plays Then and Now 🍬 / Honey's Pug-pies: Scooby, Momo, Pickle, and Ponyo

+My 2010 1D Tumblr Origin Story (🤣The true story of how I ended up on Tumblr)

+My Ridiculous Laptop Sticker Collection (feat. Some Steddie Stickers from Raynecreates)

+I'm Allergic to Cats, But I Would Get A Blue Russian to Name Them Comrade, Nickname: Commie (Big Brain Name Game™, Give me some credit and reblog this post🐈‍⬛)

+My High Thoughts About Pyramids (Higher Thoughts💭)

+My Epitaph (My Personal Philosophy, It's A Banger™)

👇Check the #Tags below to narrow down the fun👇

(I go a lil ham with the tags, trying to be thorough, so I'm a safe blog if you utilize tag blocking, search my blog for any of your own interests, you'll most likely strike gold 😂 give it a try if you're curious, or scroll on down and click on a tag)

I RECOMMEND:

#op - posts that I created or I contributed a significant comment to

#personal - if you're trying to see more than just fandom- really get to know me 🥹 also #is it me, #tism, #tis me

#trauma dump and #dream journal - the drama, the tea, the weird dreams that are so ridiculous I had to tell someone, even if it is just shouting it into the void to hear the echo, basically over sharing

#interest - anything that is of interest to me, stuff like #therapy, #linguistics, #anthropology, #sociology, #psychology, #archeology, #movies, #film theory, #politics, basically anything that interests me outside pretty people and shows

#my recipes - I occasionally make up something easy peasy, you like cooking quick churched-up struggle meals?

#thoughts - my own comments/thoughts or posts that made me think, try #high thoughts, #higher thoughts

#comedy - anything that made me #lol

#writing - my own fics and posts I actually contributed commentary to or a lil blurb, or writing inspo and prompts I am interested in, as well as writing resources, tips, etc. #fic prompt

#steddie - probably my most common tag I love them but there's a plethora of tags #steddie art, #steddie fic, #steddie comic

#pretty - it's the boys and the girls and the #aesthetic stuff too

#boys - any of the pretty boys I like to reblog

#femme fatale - pretty girls, alternately #laissez faire

#smile - if you wanna smile, I heard they're contagious and this tag has some beautiful smiles 😁 and a few things guaranteed to bring joy

#spooky - It's #spooky season baby and #halloween is in my veins. We got #spooky art, #house hunting, #halloween decorations, and best of all #spooky steddie

🤌Like this post and I will definitely follow you (*except minors soz)👀

✨REBLOG✨ and we will be ✨MUTUALS✨

[sailing-through-hawkins]

✧ dedicated to that one anon that made me feel so happy about the siren kas au again!! also thank you mea for beta-reading this for me you are a lifesaver!! going to tag @xenon-demon and @chaoticlovingdreamer because i know you both were interested in this idea hope it's cool to tag you!! ✧

The first time it happens, it's not a big deal.

They were on their way to start a supply run, some small groceries, snacks and sweets, to try and keep the mood up.

He had already done his rounds, checked in on El (still exhausted) and Dustin (still sleeping with his head on his mom's lap; she's still wiping her tears away when Steve sees her) and the Byers (still huddled together, warm, loving). He felt a twinge in his chest at the absence of Lucas and Erica but he knows they're with their parents because they did a check-in literally ten minutes ago. They're safe.

Steve knows they're safe. He just wishes they felt safe.

A whole month of fear and caution but this time, instead of a couple of kids sharing glances across town, nodding and walking on, it's everyone in Hawkins, gawking up at the dark clouds without any idea of what's been happening under their noses for years.

He wishes they never had to find out.

"Hey," Robin says, grasping his hand as she steps out onto the doorstep next to him. "We got this, right?"

"Yeah," Steve grips her hand back, stroking his thumb over the ink doodles across her knuckles. Sometimes he thinks the only reason they'll make it is that he's got her by his side. "We got this."

She smiles a thin, watery smile, lifts up her mask and makes her way to the car. He inhales, covers his nose with the black bandana Dustin gave him and follows behind her, gripping at the cold, empty space in his palm.

The forest was always one of the worst parts of living in this house, but the darkness has turned it ashy and cold, like something out of a zombie movie. He wonders, as he stares through the trees, if Barb got to see the forest before she was pulled through.

That's when he hears the music.

An echo of a guitar strumming. It's faint, the sound warbling as the guitar gets tuned and re-tuned every few strums.

It's so quiet, he thinks, so why does it sound so close?

"Steve?" Robin calls out, her eyes as wide and beautiful and terrified as ever under her goggles. She stands next to his car, one hand tapping the hood nervously. "You ready?"

Steve blinks and shakes his head, the echo of the guitar fading away as he twirls his keys around his finger. "Ready."

Probably just someone playing around on the radio or something, he reasons as he starts the engine.

No big deal.

Two days later and everyone is in the living room.

Everyone meaning literally everyone, even fucking Mrs Wheeler, all to discuss shelter for the families who lost their houses in the earthquake.

Steve's house is already full of most of the Party (Dustin insisted they use the name for the entire Upside-Down-Expert-Team), otherwise he'd offer it as a place for people to stay in until they can get something more permanent.

That's all this place is good for anyways. Just a rest stop.

"I appreciate that, Mom." Nancy taps her finger on the dining table, eyes squinting and lips squeezed into a very fake smile. Steve winces and starts to make his way to the sun room, gripping the blankets in his arms tightly as she continues. "But some of these people need -"

It's pretty easy to tune the discussion out, focusing on laying out the blankets and making as much of the space as comfortable as possible. The big windows let so much sunlight in, it's perfect for anyone who wants to soak up in the warmth. The only problem is the view.

He pointedly doesn't look at the pool, hands on his hips as he surveys the room, and that's when he starts to hear the guitar again. The strumming starts up quietly and washes over him, re-tuning itself every time he starts to rearrange the blankets again. A few minutes of tuning and it starts to play a song this time.

Steve tilts his head, staring out at the pool. Someone must have switched on the lights when it started getting dark.

When did it get so dark? He should go back and check on everyone, make sure they're comfortable. Is there enough space? Maybe he should redo the blankets?

The song soaks the back of his neck.

The blankets are perfect. He and Robin just can share.

It's so familiar, he thinks, as the water ripples with the wind. Something he's heard, but not listened to.

There shouldn't be any water in the pool. Why is there -

The song is slow, coiling behind his ear and gently drifting down his shoulders, making him shiver. He thinks he should know the music, humming along to it as the guitar starts to get louder. It feels nice, a comforting chill down his back that eases the tension of his wounds.

His wounds. Robin. Robin, his bat bites still hurt, why does it hurt so much, what's -

Oh, he thinks as the music plays even louder in his ear, in his mind, that's not the radio.

"Steve!"

Robin is crying, hands crushing his jaw, her face blocking the view of the empty pool. The music is gone.

"Steve, please!"

"Rob?" he croaks, swallowing the dryness of his tongue. His head feels flooded with a fuzziness, blood rushing through his veins like it was moving too slowly before. He blinks when he realizes they're outside now, standing between the pool and the house. It's still daylight. "What -?"

She pulls him into a hug, and he struggles, but manages to wrap his own arms around her, if kinda slowly. "You just - you weren't saying anything and started walking to the pool and I couldn't stop you -"

"Steve," Nancy says somewhere to his left. He barely manages to lift his head to look at her, blue eyes sharp and a Walkman held tightly in her hand. "What did you see?"

The fuzziness is fading away but his brain is still moving through a fog to connect words together. "I heard music."

Robin's face is in front of his again, eyes wide and beautiful and terrified. Oh, Robbie. "Vecna uses music now?"

"Not Vecna." Steve wrinkles his nose. "It...wasn't Vecna."

"How do you know that?" Nancy squints at him and he rests his forehead against Robin's, his bones melting into stone, too heavy to hold up. He hears the creak of the Walkman, Nancy gripping it tighter. "Steve, how do you know it's not Vecna?"

"Music w's nice." His eyes are closing. "Felt nice."

After that, the plan was never leave Steve alone.

It made bathroom breaks awkward but Argyle was so chill about it that Steve didn't even mind after the first two trips.

El couldn't find anything Upside-Downy on him, and there was the entire town with Upside-Downy shit happening everywhere, so there wasn't really much more to the plan than him having a bodyguard.

They made a chart for their shifts. God, he loves these shitheads.

"Here, man," Argyle says quietly, handing over three slices of pizza with a wink. Steve thanks him with a real, if exhausted, smile. Sleep hasn't been easy for the past week. "Fresh outta the oven."

"You're a godsend, dude," Steve groans, blowing air on the pizza slice. Mike grumbles under his breath about "hair-bias", whatever the fuck that means. Erica just rolls her eyes and shoves at his head.

The Sinclairs are visiting today, the parents persuaded by Lucas and Erica's whining (and a little bit of Steve's charm) so they can spend more time at "home base" with the others.

They're sat in the living room, eating lunch as rays of sunlight shine on the food like some kind of holy blessing, with the rest of the Party.

The rest of the survivors would be more accurate.

He tries not thinking about it, tries to appreciate the warm cheese and loud laughter. There's too much to not think about. How Max isn't here, how she deserves more, how he wants to see her okay and alive and happy.

Eddie isn't here either, and he doesn't think about how much he deserved better too.

"Steve thought it was cool! Right, Steve?"

He wishes Eddie could have made it, that Dustin didn't have to lose him like that.

Hell, they could have been friends. Maybe buried the hatchet so they could make fun of Dustin together, catch each other's eye whenever the tone makes an appearance and just laugh whenever he wasn't looking.

"I said, right, Steve?"

Maybe they could have hung out. Steve would come over to his trailer - or maybe Eddie would come over for a swim - and he'd make fun of Eddie's taste in bands - or maybe he'd listen to him play his guitar, never looking away from those ringed fingers as they created wonderful, wonderful music.

"Dude?"

Oh shit, the music is back. That's probably not good, is it?

But it's so sweet. So calming and cool, like a balm against his torn skin, washing over the dark feelings that built up in his ribcage.

"Steve!"

The song ripples through his veins and he sighs at the feeling. The pool doesn't have water anymore, he thinks. He emptied it so long ago. The music is sad, and his heart clenches at the sound.

The lake has water, he thinks. And the song turns light, sweet, calling him, curling around him, pulling him towards -

"Sorry about this, dude."

"Fuck!" Steve gasps when he hits the ground, groaning as his back ache returns at full force. "What the fuck, man?"

To his credit, Argyle looks genuinely sorry and helps him back onto his feet, holding Steve up with a tight arm around his waist and a tighter grip on his wrist. His shoulder aches at being thrown over Argyle's neck but walking is a lot easier when someone else is carrying half the weight.

He feels so heavy now.

"What - happened?" Steve croaks as they hobble back to the house. When did he leave it?

"You just got up and you weren't -" Dustin swallows, his voice croaky like he'd been yelling. "It's like you weren't even there."

"God, you can't keep doing this, Steve," Robin smacks his shoulder with a tight smile, tears still unshed in her eyes. His chest aches at them. "How many times are you gonna walk out on me?"

"Sorry Robbie," he says and accepts her very tight ow, ow, ow hug with a sad laugh. "I don't know what's going on."

"Was it the music again?" Will asks quietly.

Steve looks at him, leaning his head against Robin's. When did he get so tall? When did they all grow up already? "Yeah," Steve replies, just as quiet. He swallows when Robin lets out a sob into his shoulder. "It was the same song."

By the time his brain is fully functional ("Debatable," Mike sneers, crying out when El smacks him up the head), everyone's already discussing the new plan.

"We'll need to make notes, figure out the pattern, see if there're any triggers for Steve." Nancy said and he tries not to let it get to him, the fact that he needs babysitting now, that he can't do anything without being watched. "If the music makes people feel...good, it could still be a whole new tactic. Maybe Vecna wants our guard down, maybe he's countering our favourite songs, maybe it's a distraction. We have to be ready."

Steve still wants to grumble that it could never be Vecna, that's insulting, but he's too tired to argue about anything anymore.

They've even rearranged who sleeps where so that the Sinclairs can sleep over. They take one of the guest rooms while Mrs Henderson and Dustin join Steve in his own room. He almost loses his mind cackling when the both of them eye his wallpaper with the same mix of disgust and fascination. When Mrs Henderson sees the curtains, she almost gags and it's the loudest he's laughed in a long time.

"You're gonna be okay," Dustin tells him right before they fall asleep. Steve looks up at him from the floor where he lays, couch pillows doing more for his back than training against monsters ever did. "You'll be fine."

"'Course I will, dude," Steve smiles at him as Mrs Henderson leaves the room to talk to Hopper one last time. Tews is curled up on the bed, purrs loud, almost melodic, and lulling Steve's thoughts into a calm. "If the giant flesh monster couldn't get us, no way some wrinkly old naked guy will."

Dustin laughs outrageously at that and Steve wants to coo, wants to cry, wants to grip Dustin tightly in his arms and hide him away from the world, hide them all away in this empty house and make it full, make it safe for them, for Max, for Robin.

He doesn't.

He eventually falls asleep to the sound of Dustin muttering under his breath. And when Steve sleeps, he dreams.

It's so cold around him, so dark and empty. The sky thunders red and the cries of so many monsters echo around him. But there, through the cold and the shadows and the monsters, there's the song, calling to him.

I'm here, he thinks as he trudges his way through the inky mass of thick liquid, not water, not blood, but enough of both to make his steps heavy. I'm coming.

The song curls up on his skin, on his bat bites, soft and sweet and cold, like that time Robin spilled ice cream all over the -

"Steve!"

Robin. Where's - where's Robin?

Shh, it's okay. She's fine. Everyone's fine. Keep going.

Oh, he thinks. Of course. Everyone's okay, he knows they are, right?

Steve pauses his next step.

Right?

The song is even lonelier now and he shakes off the questions clouding his mind. It croons to him, so happy as he makes it through the ink to the shore. It sounds so sweet, that's it, keep going, come on.

He's crawling at this point, body heavy with the weight, until the song lifts him up onto his knees and he looks up to see -

"Snap out of it!"

Steve gasps at the sting on his cheek, blinking when light hits his eyes fiercely, shapes and sounds moving around him from a distance. There's a buzzing coiling behind his ears.

"Steve?"

Dustin's terrified face finally comes into focus behind his mother, who is standing right in front of Steve with her arm stretched across the space between them. Steve blinks, "Hold on, did you just slap me?"

"I'm so sorry, Steve," Mrs Henderson says and just like Argyle, she seems to really mean it. Does she? Her outstretched hand rests on his forehead as the other grips his upper arm. His back aches. His torso burns. Where did the song go? "We were so scared, you weren't saying anything -"

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" Would never, of course not, just needed to keep going.

They both deny it vehemently. "Of course not! You were just - staring. Out the window. At -"

"At the pool," Steve hisses, biting his lip.

"Yeah," Dustin breathes out, his eyes watering as he reaches out to grab Steve's wrist. "But you're - you're back now. We just - just need to slap you out of it. What's another concussion, right?"

Steve laughs because Dustin's voice is so choked up that if he doesn't laugh, he'll cry. He ruffles the curls of his hair with a smile. A sinking feeling claws at him from the inside of his stomach. Can't he listen to the song one more time?

"Steve?"

"Yeah, I'm here, I'm -" Steve swallows as the blood in his veins prickles. Won't you hear me one more time? "I - I don't want to listen. I won't."

"Can you still hear it?!"

Please? It would make us so happy, Steve.

"I - no, no, I -"

"Steve?! Guys! Code red, code red, please!"

Please, Steve. Please?

"Okay," he says, eyes drooping as the melody curls up around his waist, brushing against the inside of his skin, pooling around his chest, thrumming in time with his heart beat. It feels so sweet, so good, thank you, come here, come here. "Okay."

"El, do something, please!"

The song turns harsh, gnawing on his bones, piercing through his skull, pushing him to the ground as someone is interrupting, no interruptions, leave us alone, alone, alone. The pain builds up crawling and clawing up  to his chest to his shoulders to his head, his head, it hurts, it hurts so much, please stop, just stop. "Fuck, fuck -"

"Steve?" Dustin whimpers and he aches, he aches, he aches.

He screams.

When he wakes up, it's to dawn creeping through the windows and rope around his body.

Red sunlight, just like in Mike's Superman comic books, covered by dark clouds.

A red sun to the blue moon. Right side up to the upside down. You to me.

"Whe -" Steve croaks, his eyes creaking open. Fuck, they're so crusty, that's gross. "Where?"

"Steve!"

Robin's face in front of his, beautiful and terrified. He squints up at her, glancing over to find Dustin and Lucas staring at him with wide eyes, Hopper behind them. They watch him and they nod. Others are coming in, Mrs Byers and Jonathan and Nancy -

Steve hisses as something claws through him for the fourth time that night, pain, pain, go away, go away -

"Shit, shit, shit, everyone get in position, -"

"Will, get over here, he's gonna -"

Come here, come on, please? Won't you come back?

"Where are you?" Steve murmurs as the pain turns into the music, gliding over him, like a wave coming to shore, pulling him back to the water, back to us.

"He's talking to the siren! Somebody get -"

Come here, come back, come to me. 

"Can't find you," he says, slurring his words as the song combs through his hair, like fingers scratching against his scalp. "Where're you?"

"That's it, Steve, keep talking, we got you -"

Want you here, with us, want us together, don't you?

"Yeah, yes, together," he sighs, the melody trilling in his chest, happy, sweet, soft, perfect, it'll be perfect, together, all together, just before someone reaches for his hand

He hisses and the song pulls away roughly, leaving him floating in the void, he cries out for it to come back, but he betrayed them, shouldn't have done that, Stevie, you tried to trick us -

"Shit!" Steve drops back to the bed with lead in his bones. El is still holding his hand. He was so close, the connection just barely at his fingertips.

Dustin swears as the others start to argue. The frustration is building up in the room, everyone too tense to think about answers, you sly dog, that was clever, but we don't like traitors -

"Wait, no," Steve gasps as something claws in his wounds, amused, you tried to trick me? Fine, no more playing around. "Fuck, wait -"

And the song crashes into the shore, pulls him down under where everything is sweet and cold, right back where you belong.

It's so warm out here, between the trees.

The skin on his back was blistering, biting at his flesh, before the song had gently cooled it down. He shivers at the chill, smiling when the song pulls him forward, looping around him with a sweet hum. It feels so nice, to hear the song without any distractions.

Without any interruptions.

Keep going.

Steve sighs when the song runs through his hair, laughing when it musses it all up. His hand twitches, he wants to fix it up until it's perfect again.

Keep going.

There are noises behind him, the sound of running and metal-on-flesh. It's all so slow, even slower than him. He doesn't know what's behind him, just the dark and gentle song pulling at his veins.

Keep going.

He makes it to the water, to the lake. There is no moonlight, but the song guides his steps, keeps him light. How sweet, he thinks, how sweet of you.

He makes it until his waist is plunged in the frigid water and then the song stops. He looks around but can't see anything in the shadows. There are sounds of humans yelling, of monstrous shrieks behind him, but where is the song?

"Hey."

He looks up and sees crimson eyes, half-lidded, and a smile staring down at him. Massive black wings blow gusts of wind at him. He shivers, and gives a smile in return.

His song.

The wings slow down until big, red eyes are level with his own, curls of black falling with gravity to brush against his cheek. The song hums in his chest, satisfied, delighted and sweet.

"Miss me, big boy?"

[emily-mooon]

Nancy Wheeler the shoujo manga protagonist you are what with your love triangle and everything about you my pookie <3

[shares-a-vest]

@steddiemas Day 1: Deck the Halls (Festive Friday)

Something short and silly to start off with. I'm so excited for this event. Thank you sooo much to @steddieasitgoes for creating it 💖💖💖 I love writing Christmas stuff for ST and I have a few things planned for the Steddiemas calendar.

“Deck the halls with boughs of holly, fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-laaaaaa.”

Steve would cringe if he wasn’t carrying most of the weight of the Munson’s new Christmas tree in through the front door and trying to avoid scratching himself on either the branches or the metal frame of the fly screen.

Eddie is behind him, muttering the same tune over and over, just high enough for Steve to hear, but not loud enough to call attention to himself.

He’s been like this all day – too cheery and chipper as they decorate the trailer while Wayne is at work. Busying himself with not much more than his chiming, his tone all wobbly and hollow like a kid carolling.

It’s far too early in December as far as Steve is concerned. Hell, he doubts he will even decorate his own house this year.

What’s the point if he will be home alone?

And, as Eddie lets go of what part of the tree he was barely holding in the first place, Steve begins to regret offering his help entirely as he goes careening onto the couch.

“Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la.”

“Eddie!” Steve splutters, rolling on his side and palming around on the edge of the couch for support.

“What?”

He looks up to find Eddie smiling and twirling the end of his maroon scarf.

“Could you have actually helped?” he snaps.

“You said you ‘got it’!” Eddie makes half-hearted air quotes and lowers his tone in what Steve can only assume is supposed to be a mockery of his own voice.

“Asshole!” he grumbles.

“Grinch!”

Eddie pokes his tongue out at him before offering a dimple-filled grin.

Steve glares, “Can you at least bring in the box of decorations?”

Eddie turns on his heel and skips back out the front door.

“Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la.”

Steve runs a hand through his hair and groans. Maybe he could just run out the front door, elbow Eddie out of the way of the car and speed off into the distance.

“Why am I here?” he mutters to himself.

He takes the opportunity to catch his breath and looks the tree over. Thankfully, it isn’t damaged - save for the odd fallen pine shoot.

Eddie soon hops back up the stairs, winter boots shaking the metal landing as he cradles the box of decorations they had gathered between Melvads, Goodwill and the dollar store.

“I love Christmas!” he beams as he sets the box on the coffee table to begin rummaging, “Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la.”

Eddie hands over a bauble. It’s red and green, the stripes broken up with gold glitter. One that Steve had picked from Melvads’ Christmas aisle.

Their fingers brush as Steve takes the bauble and he looks up to find Eddie grinning from ear to ear.

That’s why he’s here, he thinks, smiling back.

[ghost-proofbaby]

I literally love your work and this 3k celebration is absolutely GENIUS so can I please get a filthy martini with Steve Harrington? Can it be enemies with benefits(also hate fucking? I blame you for this new trope obsession bc 24 hours GOT ME FERAL)?

nonnie i love you this is the such an incredible request i can only hope i did it justice oh my GOD

come party with me!

sweet like honey (steve harrington x fem! reader)

warnings: smut, p in v, mean steve sort of if you squint?, oral f receiving, talk of unprotected sex, cnc hickies? is that a thing? she says no and then he does it anyway?, arguing over using protection (steve says he'll convince her to not use it next time, but they use it this time!), not edited, minors dni

You hate him. You swear it to yourself, to your friends, to your own mother who sometimes points him out at sport events or at the local grocery store. You hate Steve Harrington. Simple as that. 

But maybe, just maybe, it isn't as simple as that. 

Because you hate him, yes - to your very core -  but you still always end up here. You still answer when he texts you in the middle of the night, you still meet him at your spot at the park that serves as a halfway point between your house and his, and you still end up in his lap in the backseat of the BMW his daddy bought for him. 

“This is the last time, Harrington,” you murmur through fervent kisses as you sit as comfortably as possible in his lap, “I mean it.”

He pulls back with that boyish grin that you absolutely despise, tightening his grip on your hips as his head tilts, “Of course, honey. Just like you said the last two times, right?” 

You don’t offer him an answer, instead plunging back in for a biting kiss. You imagine that if you take his bottom lip between your teeth hard enough, if you bite down with the right pressure, he’ll bleed. And the thought of tasting Steve Harrington’s blood across your tongue is more exciting than you care to admit. 

“Yes, but I really do mean it this time,” you insist against his mouth, your hangs tangling against the roots of his hair. Your goal is to mess it up, to rake through the product and all the time you know he spends in the mirror each morning, and ruin it. 

He only hums in response and urges you down onto his lap harder, the bulge confined in his jeans pressing into you more noticeably. 

“Hard already?” you tsk, rolling your hips harder against him, eliciting a load moan from his lips.

He’s just so easy. Maybe that’s why you keep coming back for more. 

“God, just shut up,” he gasps against you, moving his mouth along your jaw and neck. 

He starts to suck hard on your sweet spot, which in return makes you tug sharply on his hair. Hard enough to make him hiss in pain, “No fucking marks, how many times do I have to tell you?” 

“I know,” he says, clearly not knowing, as he continues to chuckle and trace his finger along the junction of your neck and shoulder, “But imagine just how pretty you’d look, all marked up by me.” 

“And imagine how pretty you’d look with your head between my thighs, not fucking talking,” you remark back. 

No marks. Because if he left a mark, then people might know. And you’d rather die than have anyone find out you had been fucking around with Steve Harrington the last two months. 

Steve suddenly maneuvers the two of you so that you’re laid out across the seat, fitting himself between your legs with clear practice. The two of you have been in this backseat more times than you can count, and have learned your way around the confinement of it all. 

He pushes up the flimsy sleep shorts you’d worn out, bunching them at the top of your thighs as far as they will go as he places kisses up your inner thigh, starting at your knee, “I know you said no marks, sweetie,” his tone is laced with condescending confidence, teeth nipping at the soft skin as he looks up at you, “But what about here, hm? Where no one can see them? Do we have a deal?” 

He’s going to get his way. He always knows he can get his way when he starts to soften you up like this, one hand gripping your knee and already guiding it over his shoulder as the other trails beneath the waistband of the shorts and draws circles on your hip. 

“If anyone can see them, Harrington, I’ll-”

“Kick my ass,” he finishes your sentence for you, already moving to nuzzle his nose into your thigh, “Yeah, yeah, I’ve heard it all before, babe.” 

He sucks and nips immediately at your makeshift permission, his saliva glistening against the purple bursting to life on your skin in the shape of his lips. 

“Lay off the nicknames,” you sigh, throwing your head back as his moves to make a second mark, higher up and closer to where you ache for him, “Or I will go back home and leave you with blue balls.”

His chuckle vibrates against your skin, eyes flicking up towards you. It’s a shame he’s such an absolute dick, because he looks pretty from here. Hair messed up as you intended, pupils blown wide, lips nearly magnetic against you as if he can’t get enough.

“Oh, honey, you wouldn’t,” he taunts, finally sitting up, beginning to take off your shorts, “We both know you don’t mean it, do you? You can threaten me all you want, but you still come back every,” your shorts are off, and he pauses to lean down and bite at your hip now before continuing, “single,” he moves to the other hip, sucking hard, leaving a weaker shade of violet in his path, “time.” 

You don’t reply as you whine out, hips bucking up, encouraging him to get it over with. To put his mouth where you need it most. To stop with his incessant cooing and taunting and to just fuck you with his tongue. 

He gets the message fairly clearly through his thick skull. 

And you like him best like this, quiet as he slides your panties to the side, tongue on your clit and already sliding his fingers into you, hellbent on unraveling you. He’s learned your body best at this point, knowing when to crook his fingers as he adds a second one, when to alternate between wrapping his lips around your clit to suck and using only the tip of his tongue to trace invisible shapes lost on you. He’s quiet, he’s as messy as a boy like him is capable of getting, and he knows.

But he’s eager. You’d say it’s his downfall, but you truly reap the benefits when he brings you right to the edge only to pull back and begin to make quick work of his own pants. He’s still in his jeans and polo, his work vest discarded in the front seat, his belt quickly joining it. 

You have no time to make another smart ass remark. No opportunity to poke fun at the way he bumps his head against the roof of the car or the way he struggles with his zipper a second longer than he should. Because once he’s gotten his cock out of his briefs, thick and pink and already leaking from the tip for you, he makes quick work to be inside you. 

“Condom,” you gasp out as his tip circles your interest, making him pause for the first time the entire night.

His eyebrows furrow, “You’re on the pill, yeah? We didn’t use one last time.” 

“My mistake,” you grit out, fighting the urge to just let him sink into you, to feel him stretch you in a way you both know only he can, “I know you’re fucking other girls. Wrap it, or I’m out, Harrington.” 

A sudden break of softness. In an instant, his teasing halts and he pulls back, looking at you with a hand still wrapped around his base, “I’m not fucking other girls.”

“What?”

“I said,” he leans down, warm brown eyes staring into yours, “I’m not fucking other girls. Only you. Only has been you since this entire thing started.” 

If you were an idiot, you’d read more into his words. You’d read into the fact that the town’s womanizer, Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington, has taken himself off the market for you. You’d think about it the rest of the night, your entire way back home, fantasize about it as you closed your eyes and begged for sleep. 

But you’re not an idiot. So you laugh at him. 

“Bullshit,” you say, maintaining eye contact, daring him into some unspoken war between the two of you. 

You watch as his jaw locks, his eyes set in stone, before he suddenly is fumbling around the car floor and producing his wallet. He pulls a condom from where it had been nestled between an abhorrent amount of cash, and he’s hasty in ripping it open.

“Fine,” he mumbles as he rolls the latex over his cock, “Fine. You want me to wear a condom, sweet thing? I’ll wear a condom. But I’m going to fuck you so good, you’ll be begging me to go raw next time.” 

Your stomach clenches, your core flutters. He hasn’t even fucked you yet, and you’re already reconsidering your insistence.

“Consider it a challenge, Harrington.” 

When the stretch finally comes, you’re preening into him, back arching and legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. He’s harsh now in his actions, hardly allotting time to adjust once he bottoms out before he pulls back and repeats the motion, slamming into you harder the second time. 

He finds his rhythm quickly; he knows what you like. He knows that you want it rough, that you want him to destroy you from the inside out. Your nails claw at him through the cotton of his shirt, and you consider the ramifications if you were to tear through the fabric, leave holes and make the shirt unrecognizable. 

Mommy and daddy would probably buy him a new one. 

Your fingers dig in deeper at the thought. 

“This good, yeah?” he asks, snapping his hips up into your hard enough to that your body shifts upwards, back burning from the rough tapestry of the seat and the top of your head banging into the car door, “You like it hard, don’t you, baby?” 

No words are formed, your mouth open as whines and moans alike tear from your throat, pulling him in closer. He dips his lips back down into your shoulder, placing messy kisses up to your throat. 

“You’re always such a good little slut for me, aren’t you? What would your mother think? What would your friends think?” he presses as a hand grips your bare thigh hard enough to leave marks, holding your leg even harder to his hips, “Going all cock drunk for Steve Harrington, the boy you hate.”

“Shut up,” you groan out, grabbing at his hair and pulling harshly, trying to lift his head from your throat. He doesn’t follow the pull of your hand. Instead, he bites down on the skin he was previously kissing innocently against.

He leaves a mark. You know he does. But all you're capable of is a pathetic whine as your pussy flutters around him, sucking him deeper into you. 

“Fucking knew it,” he mumbles against the skin before his tongue lathes over the spot that still stings, “Fucking knew you loved being marked up, baby. Tried to stop me all this time because you knew you loved it so much.” 

“Steve,” you beg as your head hits the door yet again from the force of another thrust.

He slows his movements, head lifting to take in your features. Your teary eyes, your heaving chest to match his own, “Fuck, too hard?”

You breathlessly laugh, shaking your head, pressing your heel into his lower back, “Harder. Please.” 

Those two words are all it takes. Something snaps inside of Steve right there, in his backseat, you a writhing mess beneath him as his jeans continue to slip down his thighs. Your pleads are his command; he offers the smallest of mercies by moving a palm to protect the top of your head before his thrusts turn animalistic. 

He’s pounding into you as if his life depends on it, as if your pussy is a warm and wet savior he had sought out for years. The surrounding windows begin to fog over as he presses his sweaty forehead to yours, swallowing each of your mewls in exchange for guttural moans of his own. Your pussy clenches down on him, hard, and it does nothing to slow his pace. 

“Fuck,” you call out, back arching further. His hand trails below you and settles into the curve of your lower back, pressing you up against him further as he continues. “Oh my God, don’t stop. Please, fuck- Don’t stop. Please, please.”

Steve laughs lowly at your babbling, “I’m not, sweetheart. I’m not. Let go.” 

Just like that, you feel the pleasure heat up your core, molten between your hips as you feel every inch of him continue to stretch your walls. His hips begin to stutter as you tighten around him, crying out as the coil tightens to it’s breaking point. It overflows from you, whimpers and cries alike as he kisses them away with clashing lips and teeth. The waves of euphoria are still consuming you and dragging you under when he suddenly stiffens, stilling deep inside of you and collapsing down on top of your chest, groaning the loudest of the night between pants, his hand still curled into the small of your back. 

You suddenly wish you could feel his heat filling you. He was right - next time, there will be no condoms. You want to feel him, need to feel all of him. 

You both are quiet as you catch your breaths, neither saying a word as you come down from your highs. In a moment of innocent serenity, accidental peace amongst enemies, he presses his cheek against your sternum through your own shirt. You can feel his heart hammering in his chest against your torso. 

But the peace must end. Because you’re you, and Steve’s Steve, and the two of you can only fit together so effortlessly for so long.  He finally lifts his head, the devilish boyish grin returning, as he asks, “So, same time tomorrow, honey?”

[aamputation]

〘 𝟘𝟙 〙⏭

The world may be f--cking ending, but goddamn it he’s never going to get over leaving Eddie’s body behind.

Dustin is his brother, for fuckssake, he deserves some closure at the very least, and Mr. Munson ought to be able to say a proper goodbye to his nephew. Steve feels like shit— like he’s robbed the man of that simple right and watching Dustin and Mr. Munson in the aftermath, having driven the kid to the guy’s new Government-issued, post-“earthquake” relocation apartment a few times in the later weeks so Dustin can check on the guy? Absolutely gutting. Now, Steve knows he’s got a habit of taking on guilt that really isn’t his. Robin has smacked him around the head for weeks about this now, yelled at him about getting a goddamn therapist or something but. This? He feels responsible, somehow. If he’d only been stronger, he could have carried Eddie’s body out.

He’s been going over it in his mind now for weeks. He probably could have managed if he’d dropped all his weapons, carried nothing else except for Eddie’s body. Steve’s strong, he knows this, it’s one of the few reasons the Party still keeps him around—he’s like a– a meat-shield or something. It’s his job to keep them safe, even though he’s failed spectacularly this time, with Max all but brain dead in a coma and Eddie actually dead and it’s all just… it’s all just bullshit. Steve feels like he’s at the end of his rope at this point, and it’s with that edge of mania, that taste of hysteria that he blurts out his half-cocked plan to Robin. He can’t let Eddie’s body rot down there any longer.

: ̗̀➛ read the full chapter on AO3

shout out to adornedwithlight for the line divider + reblog banner

[oneawkwardwriter]

Make Belief

pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader warnings/tags: fake dating trope, Steve saving reader from an idiot (Billy) confusing thoughts and feelings summary: Steve pretends to be your boyfriend to get you out of a nasty situation, but now you have to keep up the charade a/n: I wrote this before I was even on tumblr, thought I'd post it since I've been sucked back into my Steve Harrington obsession wc: 3.4k

It was a day like any other at Hawkins High. You stood in front of your locker, putting away some books you didn’t want to take home until you heard a cough coming from someone behind you.

As you turned around, you saw Billy Hargrove standing there with a smug look on his face. Billy was known to be a bully, and to be even associated with him made your stomach turn. He looked up and down while licking his lips, and you would give almost anything to slap that smirk off his face.

“What do you want, Hargrove?” You asked, wanting this to be over with as quick as possible.

“Come, come, not so hostile, sweetie. I just wanted to know what you were doing this evening,” He answered, talking down to you as if you were a child.

Before you could turn down his advances, a hand slithered around your waist and someone placed their head on your shoulder. You turned your head to see your best friend, Steve Harrington, looking at Billy with a hateful glare.

“Is he bothering you, darling?” He asked, posing as if he were your overprotective boyfriend, a kind gesture that didn’t go unnoticed.

“Oh, don’t worry, I was just about to tell our friend here that I sadly am not free this evening,” You played along, giving him a loving smile that doubled as a silent thank you.

“No fucking way,” Billy began, “King Steve finally got Little Miss Perfect to go on a date with him. I wonder what made our lovely princess here fold.”

“Well, Billy, you might not know this,” You said back, “but Steve and I have been dating for quite some time now.”

“That’s right,” Steve continued, “Today is our two-month anniversary, isn’t that right, babe?”

“Sure is, darling.”

Billy leaned against the lockers on the other side of the hallway, before saying, “Well, well, well, isn’t that just great? Just out of curiosity, what are you planning on doing for this special occasion?”

“Oh, nothing special, just watching a movie at the theatre and whatnot,” Steve said, before walking away and gently pulling you with him, not looking back until you turned around the corner.

After doing so, he let go and looked you in the eyes with a big smile. As if it were contagious, you felt a smile creep up as well, and you hugged the boy as a sign of gratitude.

“Thank you, Steve. I don’t think Billy will bother me for some time now,” You said, smiling up at him.

“Well, if you’re ever in dying need of a fake boyfriend,” Steve began teasingly, “you know where to find me.”

“Same goes for you, of course, if you ever get tired of constantly being asked out by beautiful, brainless girls.” You turned on your heels and walked off.

“I’ll hold you onto that offer.” Steve called after you before he walked away towards the exit of the building. But all of a sudden, he was cornered by Billy, who didn’t look pleased about the fact that his next conquest was already taken by another guy. 

“What a pleasure seeing you again, Billy,” Steve said in that sarcastic tone people knew all too well.

“I don’t believe for a second that you are dating, she’s far too precious for you,” Billy responded, staring him up and down.

“Pretty sure that’s not up you to decide," Steve deadpanned, "But anyway, what do you want?”

“I don’t like being lied to, Harrington. But if you two are serious about this, you won’t mind if Heather and I join you two, now do you?”

Steve thought for a moment. If he said that he did in fact mind, his cover, and more importantly, yours, would be blown.

On the other hand, if he answered that it wouldn’t be a problem, he would have to spend a night at the movie theatre with Billy. Sure, you’d be there, but who knew what could happen.

He took a deep breath, and gritted through his teeth, “Sure, why not, it’ll be fun.”

Billy smirked as if he’d won the lottery and let go of Steve. “Great, see ya at the movies, Harrington.” And then he walked off, leaving Steve in the hallway.

Steve got home not late after that, where he called you up, trying to find the words to tell her that they weren’t rid of Billy just yet. You picked up after the third ring, sounding just as cheery as ever.

“Hi, Steve, what’s up?” You asked, but before he could answer, you added, “Before I forget, I wanted to thank you again, I can’t imagine what I would’ve said to Billy if you didn’t come to rescue me, although I reckon it wouldn’t be filled with praising words.”

Steve chuckled, picturing you going off on Billy, ending with both of them walking away with at least a bruised lip. 

“Yeah, about that, I ran into Billy on my way out, and… well, let’s just say we’re not completely done with him yet,” Steve said, running his hand through his curls as he leaned against the wall, his other hand still around the phone.

“There is something you’re not telling me, so spit it out before I tell Robin that you use Farah Fawcett's hairspray.”

“Alright, alright, there’s no need to be dramatic. Billy cornered me and said that if we were dating, we wouldn’t mind him and Heather joining us at the movies. I’m so sorry, but I had no choice but to say yes.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose and sighed. He was right, it would’ve been suspicious if you didn’t go through with your plans, but that didn’t make the thought of having to sit through a two-hour movie with Billy any less unbearable.

“It’s okay, as much as I hate having to be in the same room as him, it is what it is," You sighed, "The least we can do is make it as pleasant as we can for both of us and try to forget about them as much as possible. We can manage that, right?”

“We’ll try our hardest,” Steve answered, a small smile creeping its way on his face. “I’ll pick you up at seven, alright?”

“Sounds perfect, until then.”

“Yeah, until then.”

There was a brief silence, both not knowing if there was something else to be said, so they hung up on each other, still not sure what they were getting themselves into this time.

Seven o'clock rolled around, and you came down the stairs in a blue button-up dress and black sneakers, a small clutch in hand. 

Your mother sat on the sofa and saw her daughter from the corner of her eyes, making her head turn. 

“Oh honey, you look lovely, what’s the occasion?” She asked, a smile you hadn’t seen in a while gracing her face. 

“Steve and I are going to the movies, nothing out of the ordinary,” You answered, shooting your mom a quick smile.

“Except that you’re all dressed up, and is that make-up?” Your mom crossed her arms, not believing that it was just another movie night.

“Can’t I just look nice?” You asked, and just as your mom wanted to comment, a car horn honked, making you bid your mom goodbye and walk out the door.

Steve stood outside, leaning against his car wearing a buttoned-down white shirt and dark grey slacks, his usually wild hair slicked back, one strand having a will of its own and curling in front of his forehead.

“Sorry, my mom kept asking all sorts of idiotic questions,” You said as you walked down the front lane. 

“No problem, I made sure to be here on time so we don’t need to hurry,” Steve reassured, a wide smile plastered over his face. “You look nice, by the way, it’s a good ‘two-month anniversary’ look.”

“Thank you," You said as you look him up and down. "You as well, good choice.”

Steve walked to the door of the passenger seat and opened it for you, jokingly bowing down and gesturing his hand for you to step into the vehicle. You shook your head, silently laughing at the gesture. Steve climbed into the car as well before driving towards the theatre.

Although you both dreaded seeing Billy again, having to keep up the facade of you being a couple was easier than you'd expected. Somehow, it was just the same as being best friends, only with longing stares, and even those turned out to have a familiar touch to them.

Sure, having Billy practically breathing down your neck wasn’t what either of you enjoyed, but the movie turned out pretty great, and with the Steve next to you, the burden of being in the same room as Billy was less heavy on your shoulders.

However, that moment of bliss and contentment was blown away as soon as the movie ended, and Billy started talking to the two of you again. 

“Well, was the movie worth it for your two-month anniversary?” Billy faked his enthusiasm, still very much not convinced that you were telling the truth.

“Oh, absolutely, it was wonderful. Wasn’t it, honey?” You answered, trying to pull off your most genuine smile while standing so close to Steve you could be glued together.

“It truly was. Happy two-month anniversary, sweetheart,” Steve added.

But upon seeing the look of scepticism on Billy’s face, a sudden thought emerged in his brain. Before either of you could comprehend what was happening, Steve planted a soft kiss on your cheek.

A seemingly harmless action, one that wouldn’t be an issue for someone who was on a date with the person they had spent the last two months infatuated by, but to the two of you, who hadn’t been anything but friends for the majority of their lives, this single act brought forth a plethora of emotions and feelings, ones of which they weren’t sure if they should be acknowledged or even be there to begin with.

Against your best efforts, blood rushed into your cheeks, colouring them a bright scarlet. You tried to play it off as a part of your scheme, but there was a fine line between make belief and developing true affection, and the longer youthought about it, the more that line turned into a blur.

Whatever it was, it threw off Billy for a hot second. Contrary to popular belief, he wasn’t as stupid as some would make him out to be. He knew that it was just a ruse to get him to stop asking you out and going to the movies with them was just a way of getting under your skin.

Still, seeing your reaction to Steve's kiss, albeit not lasting longer than a moment or two, was something different than what he had seen before between the two of you. But he soon returned to his senses again and to his usual self.

“Well, it’s getting late. How about we go home, Heather?” He asked his date, who was more than willing to oblige. “I guess this is where we say goodbye. Have a fun anniversary, but not too much fun.” He winked before walking off with Heather on his arm, and when he was out of earshot, both of you let out a deep breath.

“That was probably one of the worst yet most enjoyable dates I’ve ever been on,” Steve admitted, shaking his head in disbelief at the irony.

“Too bad it wasn’t a real date then, huh?” You said rather absent-mindedly, not realising the words that came out before they were already spoken.

Once you did, you didn’t know if they were true. Had it been a date, or was it all a ruse to get Billy off your back? And when Steve had kissed you, albeit such a simple gesture, you had blushed like a school girl whose crush just talked to her; it had almost driven you over the edge, had you not controlled yourself.

Steve rested his hand on the nape of his neck and tilted his head a bit to the left, before saying, “Yeah, you’re right, that would’ve been one hell of a date if it were real… anyway, I should probably drive you home, it’s already dark outside.”

The car ride was silent until Steve saw an all too familiar car in his rearview mirror. 

“Shit, Billy’s following us,” He said, not louder than a whisper as if he was afraid that Billy could hear that you'd seen him. 

“Okay, it’s not a big deal, just drop me off at my house and all is well,” You suggested, not sure why Steve made it out to be worse than it was.

“And let him know we aren’t as serious as we claimed to be? No, that’s not going to happen, he won’t win.” There was a strange air about him, one you hadn't seen much of before.

“Steve, I don’t know what you’re on about, what on Earth will he gain if you just drop me off at home?”

“The satisfaction that we lied, the knowledge that if he were to push just long enough, he’ll convince you to go on a date with him," There was a hint of something you couldn't entirely place. It couldn't be jealousy, right? "Don’t you see, he wants this solely because he can’t have the one thing I pride myself on?”

“And what might that be?” You asked, not sure what he was talking about.

“A relationship, of any kind, with you. He’s jealous, that you’ll be around me despite my shortcomings, but won’t do the same for him.”

You sighed, and responded, “Somehow, I don’t know how or why, but that, sort of, makes sense. Well then, what do you propose?”

“Just trust me, okay?” He looked into your eyes, a silent plead to just follow along, until you said: “Look at the road, you idiot. And yes, of course, I’ll trust you, unless you have a really stupid plan.”

“Well, it’s something, I can tell you that.”

You pulled up at Steve’s house, still being tailed by Billy, who was about 500 metres behind them to come off as casual. You got out of the car and into the house, where you flopped down onto the sofa.

Through the curtains, you could see the headlights of Billy’s car. But instead of just passing by, the lights went off, suggesting the car had stopped. You and Steve exchanged a look of confusion, although both of you knew why he hadn’t just driven by the house as if it were a mere coincidence.

“Well, that's gonna be a problem,” You commented, crossing your arms. “So what do we do now? I don’t think he’s going away any time soon, it’s not like he has a life to return to.”

Just as you were about to propose you’d call off the whole plan and just confront Billy -surely you could handle him- Steve jumped up and dragged you onto your feet.

“That’s it, of course!” He exclaimed, holding both of your hands as new smile scattered across his lips.

“What is it?” You asked, genuinely confused as to what Steve was talking about.

“Billy might not have a life, but we do, so why would we care about him when we can just go about our merry way and do whatever we want?” Steve explained, his eyes lighting up with every word.

“And with that showing him that he is the least of our concerns,” You continued, starting to get a sense of his idea. “You know, you can be really smart. Sometimes, that is.”

“Oh, it’s nothing, things just sometimes fall right into place up there,” He responded, faintly pointing to his head.

You made your way upstairs, towards Steve’s bedroom, where he opened the window and climbed through it to land on the garage's roof.

It was a sort of tradition you had set in stone over the years, where whenever the situation seemed grim, you'd sit on the roof, whether that was on top of Steve’s garage or your bike shed, and simply look up to gaze at the stars.

No matter the circumstances, you had always found some peace and serenity in the stars gracing the midnight skies, looking down on the world lightyears away. Over the last couple of years, when hell seemed to break loose more than ever, it became their metaphorical fortress of solitude, where there were no troubles or problems, but just the cold air on their faces as they would sit in the dim light of the moon.

And so you wound up on the roof once again, with your backs against the cold brick wall as you admired the stars and felt your worries slip away into a moment of time.

You averted your eyes from the sky and looked at Steve, who must’ve read your mind as he had already done the same, softly smiling at your.

“You know, you were right,” You started, “Who cares about what Billy thinks we are; we are the ones who decide what is and what isn’t true when it comes to our lives.”

“Yeah, but we also shouldn’t be living in a lie,” Steve mumbled, shifting his gaze to his hands.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“You say that it is up to us to decide what is real and with isn’t, but at the same time we’re trying to convince a douchebag that we are something everyone knows we’re not.” Steve slowly looked up, with a glimmer of a feeling previously unknown to you. “Sounds a bit hypocritical, if you ask me.”

“Are you insinuating that we’d rather lie than confront our true intentions?” You remarked, looking Steve in the eyes, “Because if that’s the case, I’ll be perfectly honest with you. The truth is, I found it surprisingly easy to pose as your girlfriend, to act as if I was in love with you. And that scared me, a lot.”

Steve’s eyes dilated slightly upon hearing those words, but you weren't done talking yet.

“You’re my best friend, and even though I’d support you without hesitation, I always told myself that I would never end up catching myself falling for you. I would not be one of those girls you’d date for a short time and then be tossed aside." You let your head hang for a moment and sigh. "What I’m trying to say is, is that I was so occupied trying not to fall that I didn’t realise that I had already hit the ground.”

At this point, Steve’s eyes were as big as saucers and his mouth was slightly agape, making you regret opening up him. You had already stood up to walk over to the open window when a hand held onto yours, entangling their fingers.

It all happened too fast to wrap his mind around. From the second you had opened up to where Steve quite forcibly turned you around to look into your eyes, staring into them so intensely, as if not even the end of the world would be able to separate you.

The rest of the world turned into a blur, a haze surrounding you, as if a simple action enforced a shield, preventing any troubles from the outside from breaking you apart.

Eventually, after what felt like a blissful eternity but in reality, couldn’t have been longer than thirty seconds, your lips parted, leaving you standing on the roof, being able to feel each other’s breath with how close you stood together, staring into each other’s eyes with your mouths agape, trying to fathom the reality of what had just happened.

Incoherent thoughts were running through your heads, not able to process a single thing other than knowing that there was undoubtedly no way back from this. And how terrifying that might sound, neither of you could care less.

Steve was the first one to speak up, although it was more like a whisper. “I’m not sure if that was the right thing to do, but god, it felt too right to be wrong,” He breathed, causing you to agree with a soft affirming hum and rest your head on his chest, feeling his heart beating as if it were about to explode.

After standing like that for at least a few minutes, you moved back inside, never taking your eyes off each other. As soon as you hit the bedroom floor, your lips found their way back to the other.

Whereas the first kiss was a tender one, the one that followed held enough power to light up an entire city. You were soon pressed up against the wall, your hands traveling from Steve’s shoulders towards his hair, threading your fingers through his curls, melting into the kiss.

His hands roamed your body, as he fought against his lustful impulses. Had it been any other girl, he admitted that he wouldn’t have given it a second thought and let his intentions take over, but you were different; you were better, far beyond anyone else and deserving of nothing less than utter perfection. For that reason, he reluctantly pulled away, leaving a ghost of your lips on his.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” He muttered, trying to catch his breath as he still stood mere inches away from you. He looked up at you and saw the baffled look on your face, making him regret his poor choice of words. “No, that wasn’t- that wasn’t what I meant… Look, I’m just gonna… start over, you know… rewind.” Steve took a deep breath. “What I meant to say, was that I want to do this the proper way. So that means you walking down the stairs in a cute dress, and me picking you up at seven to take you on a date… a real one, this time.” 

You smiled- no, laughed, you flat out chuckled. When Steve looked confused, you told him, “Sorry, I just realised something hilarious.”

“What? Please, enlighten me,” He questioned with a soft smile.

“This entire time we’ve been trying to convince people that we were together.” Steve still looked at her with questioning eyes. “Guess we're not playing make belief anymore, are we?”

© This work belongs to @oneawkwardwriter, please do not copy this work to any other site or claim it as your own. Reblogs are allowed and appreciated!

Taglist: @unofficialxmarvelfreak (to join the taglist, simply leave a comment or message me!)

[lovings4turn]

𝐁𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄 — 𝐀 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐗𝐓𝐀𝐏𝐄

no matter how you're spending valentines day , everyone could do with an extra dose of romance ! hopefully one of these mini-fics will satisfy your cravings for some extra sweetness and fluff ! — lots of love from your valentine, becca x

𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 . . .

01 . KISS HER YOU FOOL — GEORGE RUSSELL

02 . KISS ME — LANDO NORRIS

03 . YOU ARE IN LOVE — LOGAN SARGEANT + OSCAR PIASTRI

04 . TOUCH TANK — REMUS LUPIN

05 . DAZED AND CONFUSED — CHARLES LECLERC

06 . STILL INTO YOU — STEVE HARRINGTON

07 . A SUNDAY KIND OF LOVE — JESS MARIANO

08 . I THINK HE KNOWS — LUKE HUGHES

09 . FALLINGFORYOU — JAMES POTTER

10 . LOVERS ROCK — OSCAR PIASTRI

[steddie-island]

Royal jerk

@strangerthingswritersguild kinktober day 13: Toys Rating: E | WC: 1,194 | tags: unestablished, camboy Steve Harrington, tentacle dildo

For full fic and list of tags see ao3!

Eddie's laptop hummed to life as he settled into bed. Sometimes he was still amazed the damn thing still worked, as beat up as it was, but it was nights like tonight when he was most grateful that it did.

He looked down at his watch, checked the clock in the corner of the screen. If everything worked the way he wanted it to, he would be logging on right as the show started.

It took a minute to get logged in, another minute for him to find the right room, then another to get in with how busy it was.

His timing had been perfect. There he was, centered in the screen.

RoyallyWicked

Royal was on his bed, kneeling behind the mount that his toys would attach to later. Something with a dark, pulsating bass played lowly in the background.

Eddie was almost certain he would give up his left nut for a chance to get with this guy. He was so pretty, soft and tan, but there was a strength in his body, in the width of his shoulders and the sure way he moved. He'd never shown his full face before, but when he got really into it there was a glimpse of his jaw, of his mouth open in pleasure. Eddie loved those moments, wanted to commit those to memory for when he wanted to revisit this later.

[silkholland]

Steve Harrington Dividers Pt. 4

all dividers made by me. please like and reblog if you use. credit isn’t necessary but always appreciated.

[matchingbatbites]

(no civilizing hides) our animal impulses

Explicit || 6.1k || Omegaverse & Alpha/Alpha || Full tags + Read on Ao3

I did my best to show that everything between Steve and Eddie is wanted and consensual, but because Steve is in rut some people might still be uncomfortable with it, so please be aware of that.

Steve is acting weird.

Eddie notices it one night as they’re hanging out, just the two of them for once thanks to Robin cramming for an upcoming college entrance exam. It’s been a nice, chill evening so far for the two Alphas - aside from the fact that Steve is twitchy.

He gets up a couple of times and checks the front door before wandering over to the sun room - to the back door, Eddie realizes the second time around - then comes and sits back on the couch like he never even moved. He's constantly fidgeting with anything he can get his hands on, like the tab on his beer can or the corner of the blanket draped over his lap.

Even his scent is off, his warm, apple pie spice buried under the smell of cloves, all sharp and anxious and even drowning out Eddie's own fresh wood and leather scent.

It's odd.

Eddie just ignores it because Steve is clearly doing his best to behave normally, to not make a big deal out of whatever this is. And really, Eddie isn't going to tell the man how to behave in his own goddamn house, especially when he has his own issues sitting still sometimes.

So he keeps his eyes on the TV and doesn't say anything when Steve gets up for a fourth time. At least this time he comes back with a couple of beers in each hand, and Eddie can almost sense the silent apology from the other Alpha. He takes two with a soft thanks, and is glad when Steve actually stays put for the rest of the movie.

They drink while the movie finishes up, and it's so easy to doze off while the credits roll, the alcohol just enough to make them loose and drowsy. Eddie isn't even aware when they fall asleep right there on the couch, Steve's odd behavior all but forgotten. 

When Eddie wakes up in the morning, it takes him a moment to notice the weight in his lap, and looking down, he finds Steve draped over it, head pillowed on Eddie's thigh and one strong arm curled around Eddie's waist. He can't help the purr that starts up in his chest, can't resist as he pushes a hand through Steve's hair, earning him a low, sleepy hum and a burst of that baked apple scent.

It's easy to imagine that this is something more, that he is something more to Steve. Easy to believe that the arm around him is purposeful and not a product of restless sleep. That Eddie has permission to follow through with his desire to lean down and dot kisses over Steve's face until he wakes up with that sweet smile and pulls Eddie into a proper good morning kiss.

They've gotten so close since spring break, and Eddie should have known that falling for Steve was inevitable, even though it's definitely a dumb move. Because it’s not that Steve hasn’t dated Alphas before, it’s just that they’ve always been female. The first among them being Nancy, who had presented after the two of them got together. That hadn't stopped Steve from staying with her until they broke up the following year, for reasons Eddie only learned about a few months ago.

It only endeared him to Steve even more, only increased his desire to show the other boy that Eddie could be good to him if he would just let him. It's complicated, though, even before Eddie gets to the whole social stigma of two male Alphas being together. Even with all of that floating at the forefront of his mind, he can't help but to imagine it, to wonder if the risk would be worth the reward.

There's a low rumble and Steve shifts in Eddie's lap, adjusting until his face is pressed into Eddie's stomach and his arm is pulling him even closer. It makes Eddie's breath hitch with want, with the need to have this every day. He shoves the feeling down and smothers his rapidly increasing scent as he scratches at Steve's scalp. They stay there for a moment, both purring softly into the otherwise silent room.

Eventually Steve turns so he can just peek up at Eddie, and he hears a muffled "Morning."

"Morning, sleepyhead. You working today?"

He gets an affirmative hum as Steve again nuzzles into the slight give of Eddie's stomach, until he seems to realize what he's doing and pulls away. Eddie instantly misses it, but he just watches as Steve stands and stretches.

"Stay for breakfast?" he asks, and Eddie can only say yes. His attempts to help are dismissed, and he just sits at the bar and watches Steve make them egg on toast. The other Alpha seems to be better this morning, less anxious than he was last night and scent mellowed out, and it soothes a part of Eddie he didn't realise was still worried.

They don't talk about that easy closeness from earlier, and soon enough they're heading out the door, Eddie to go home and maybe back to bed, and Steve to work. Before he can even get down the steps Eddie is stopped by a hand on his arm, and turns to look at Steve.

“Hey, uh. I know this is really last minute, and I’m really sorry, but I need you to find somewhere else to have Hellfire tonight. I'm pretty sure I'm in pre-rut and-”

And oh, everything from last night suddenly makes sense.

“That's all you had to say, Stevie. No need to apologize,” Eddie cuts in. He doesn't know how Steve gets during his ruts, but personally, Eddie doesn't like being around other people at all, even before it fully kicks in. It might be different to spend it with a partner, but he doesn’t have the experience to know. “I'll call the Wheelers and see if they're cool with having us. You gonna be okay, big guy?”

“Yeah. I've already got snacks and stuff. Just gotta ride it out.”

“Okay. Feel free to call if you need anything, yeah? I'll be at home until like, five."

Steve smiles and Eddie's knees go weak as he's hit with a wave of happy alpha scent. "I will. Thanks, Eds."

Eddie barely chokes out a "Yep, see ya!" before he books it to his van, needing to escape before he can do something stupid like drop to his knees and offer himself up as Steve's rut aid.

It’s all Eddie can think about leading up to the game, just knowing what Steve is going to be up to over the next day or so. He can’t help it, really, God knows he’s more than willing to spend Steve's rut with him, to lay himself out and let Steve use him as his personal fuck toy for as long as he wants.

(And if he jerks off to thoughts of that exact scenario before he has to leave, it's between him and his bedroom.)

They're a couple of hours into the session when a commotion starts upstairs. Eddie can hear the familiar sounds of alpha snarling from the open basement door, and he tells the rest of the group to stay put while he checks it out. Maybe not the smartest idea, throwing another alpha into the mix, but his instincts demand he keep his pack mates and pups safe from whatever might be happening.

Eddie climbs the stairs and steps around the corner into the foyer to find Nancy and Steve locked in a stare-down. The snarls have calmed into low growls as they stand in a stalemate, and the longer he stands there, the stronger the scent of rut becomes and the more the sudden animosity becomes understandable.

An Alpha in rut intruding on another Alpha’s space could be disastrous, depending on the people and their relationship. Eddie doesn't think Nancy would attack Steve if he tried to get inside, but it's honestly not a sure thing. Before Eddie can step forward and try to diffuse the situation, a voice pipes up behind him.

“Steve?”

Eddie is going to fucking kill Dustin. 

Steve’s eyes snap over, briefly landing on Dustin - who had clearly ignored Eddie’s order and followed him up - before honing in on Eddie. He ignores Nancy’s warning growl as he shoves past her and beelines right to Eddie, who is instantly on edge. He's not sure what kind of vendetta Steve has against him that he feels the need to seek Eddie out while his instincts are at their peak, but it must be serious. 

Eddie steps in front of Dustin as the other approaches, needing to keep the pup safe from any altercation that may happen. In the end there’s no need to worry, because it seems like Steve only has eyes for Eddie. 

He doesn’t have a chance to react as Steve grabs him, as he ducks down and tosses Eddie over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes before standing upright, Eddie's weight seemingly not a struggle for him. Eddie yelps and scrambles at the back of Steve’s shirt, trying to hang on even though the grip Steve has on his thighs means there’s no chance of him falling.

The whole display is very caveman, all hindbrain and primal. 

Eddie would be lying if he said it wasn’t doing anything for him. 

The few pack members around them step closer, probably in an attempt to help, but when Nancy gets close Steve gives a feral snarl that has even Eddie going completely still. Dustin whines in concern as Steve continues to the door, and Eddie waves him off.

“I’ll be okay. Call Robin, see if she knows what the fuck is happening!”

He has to yell the last part because Steve is unrelenting in his quest to haul Eddie around, and easily carries him out to the familiar BMW before setting him down. Steve helps him into the passenger seat and buckles him in, checking at least twice to make sure that it’s secure before he gets behind the wheel. 

Eddie says nothing and just lets it all happen, not wanting to agitate the other man in a way that might set him off. He worries briefly if Steve should really be operating a vehicle when he's in this state, but other than the unusual primal disposition, he seems to be perfectly aware of his surroundings.

It’s not until they get to the Harrington house and Steve is ushering Eddie inside that he realizes what’s going on.

Steve is corralling him. 

It's a normal Alpha trait, a security response to ensure that their pack is gathered together and tucked away safe from anything that could harm them. It tends to happen during moments of distress - Eddie's actually witnessed Steve doing it once before, during the whole Vecna scenario.

He also knows that while it can happen during a rut, they usually tend to corral their mates, not other alphas.

It fills Eddie’s head with something warm and fuzzy, especially when a large hand settles on his lower back as Steve guides him upstairs and into his bedroom. He tenses a bit at entering another alpha’s den, especially one who’s in rut, but he justifies that Steve wants him here, he literally brought Eddie here himself.

The room is tidy but lived in, with trinkets decorating the flat surfaces and photos pinned to the wall above the dresser. It's very Steve, even with the plaid wallpaper that feels a bit outdated, and Eddie can instantly tell how much Steve cares for the space.

Steve continues to guide him and Eddie realizes there's a rough nest on the bed, blankets and pillows and clothing stacked together, all smelling like pack. Usually it's an omega’s job to refine it, to take the items the alpha has and perfect it to their own tastes, but it's clear to Eddie that an omega hasn't been anywhere near this nest.

Steve keeps nudging Eddie, gently pushing at his shoulders and thighs until he’s laying on the bed, then tucks the blankets and pillows closer to him. He nods once, seemingly satisfied, before turning and leaving the room. Eddie takes a moment to just process everything that’s happened in the last fifteen or so minutes - the guy didn't even let Eddie take off his shoes - and to bask in the alpha’s unfiltered scent, that apple and cinnamon and clove that fills him with warmth.

The phone on the nightstand rings and Eddie hesitates for only a moment before he reaches over and picks it up, answering with Steve's usual “Harrington residence.”

“Oh thank God.” Robin. “Nancy called and told me what happened. Are you okay?”

“You mean other than the fact that I'm fighting off a raging hard-on because of Steve manhandling and carrying me around like it was nothing? Yeah, I'm just peachy, Robs. What the fuck is happening? He was perfectly fine when I left him this morning.”

There's a beat of silence before she says “You were with him this morning?”

“Uh, yeah? We watched a movie last night and crashed on the couch. We had breakfast and then I left when he left for work.”

“Wait. Hold on. Nancy said he's in rut. You're saying you left his house while he was in rut?”

“I mean, pre, yeah. That's why we had D&D at the Wheelers, he asked me to change locations.”

He hears a long inhale before Robin sighs. “Okay, listen. Steve’s been through a lot over the last couple of years. He’s had to rely on his instincts more than other people do, and it’s- it means that they can be triggered easier than other people's. I think your leaving while he was so close to rut probably did that, which caused the primal reaction.”

Yeah, okay, with everything Steve's gone through the last few years that does make sense. Except- “If he’s running off of instincts, he should be posturing and trying to keep me away from his den, Robin. Not corraling me into it like I’m his fucking mate."

There's a soft Jesus Christ, Steve, and another inhale before Robin says “Steve swore me to secrecy but I think extenuating circumstances and all- Steve likes you, like a ‘whining after you leave and sleeping with the clothes you leave at his house’ kind of likes you. He wants to ask you out, but he was going to wait until after his rut so you wouldn't feel pressured into spending it with him so early into your relationship.”

Eddie’s jaw drops and he blinks rapidly as he processes the new information Robin's just given him. What he locks on to, all he can really focus on is "He wants to ask me out?"

"You know how much of a romantic he is. He wants to do the whole 'proper courtship' thing, said that you deserve it."

Steve wants to court him.

Eddie's glad he's laying down, because that thought alone is enough to knock him clean off his feet. Courtship is like dating with intent, like saying from the get-go 'I want to be your mate.' He didn't even realize that Steve liked him, let alone wanted a serious relationship with him, and as much as he wants to wheedle more info from Robin, there's a more pressing matter to deal with.

“So what do I do about this whole situation?”

“Well, you could wait it out. He has like, a stockpile, right? So you'd be okay. Or you could leave, and possibly send Steve into another frenzy because his mate is missing.”

Eddie's heart skips a beat at being referred to as Steve's mate, even if it's not exactly true. He hums in acknowledgement and Robin continues. “You could also be noble and try to get through to him, tell him that you don’t want to be there and risk giving him rejection sickness while he’s in rut.”

Eddie groans and scrubs a hand over his face. “I feel like you're trying to guilt me into staying.”

“I'm just giving you the facts. Another which is, if you do like him, if you want to be his mate as badly as he wants to be yours, then you could, you know- help him. You'll have to make the first move though, he probably won't since he hasn't officially asked you out.”

“What about consent? I don’t want Steve’s Alpha to do something that he doesn’t want.”

“You know as well as I do that the Alpha is Steve, Eddie, don't even pretend like they’re two separate things. His instincts are still him, just more intense. Besides, I’ve heard him moon over your flat ass enough to know just how badly he wants to fuck it.”

For the rest of his life, Eddie will deny the squawk he lets out at that comment. 

“And-” she presses forward before he can actually say anything, “you wouldn't be there if he didn't want you there. He wouldn't be treating you like this if it wasn't what he wanted.”

Jesus fuck, Eddie knows she’s right. “Right, okay. I’ll figure something out.”

"Good luck, man. I'll call tomorrow night to check in, okay?"

"Sounds good. Thanks, Bird."

"Bye, doofus."

Eddie sets the phone in its cradle and flops back onto the bed. He thinks about it for a minute, like seriously debates exactly what he's going to do about this. Having Robin's blessing to fuck her best friend is unexpected, to say the least, but it honestly makes him feel better about the whole situation. She says that Steve wants him, so…

No, he's at least gotta try to be a gentleman about this. The best course of action is to just leave, to let Steve ride this out on his own and come back later.

Determined, Eddie get up and heads downstairs, kind of grateful when he doesn’t see Steve anywhere. He glances around, halfheartedly trying to find the other alpha - and secretly hoping he doesn't so he can just leave - and it’s as he’s heading to the front door that he’s startled by a growl. 

A hand grabs his upper arm and Steve drags him away from the door, pulling him back to the stairs. As proven earlier, Eddie is usually one to appreciate a bit of manhandling, but this grip is actually painful, and Eddie gives a soft “Steve, you’re hurting me."

Steve instantly freezes in place as he releases Eddie’s arm, and he whines softly in distress as his hands hover over Eddie, his eyes glancing between him and the stairs.

It’s reassuring knowing how deep Steve’s care for him seems to run, and Eddie knows that he’s just trying to get him back to the den. Resigning himself to his fate, Eddie takes Steve’s hand and heads back upstairs, but the other alpha stops at the threshold of his bedroom. Steve looks back over his shoulder and whines again, and Eddie says a soft “Steve?”

“‘s not safe,” is Steve’s response, and he turns back to Eddie, who is solely unprepared for Steve to lean in and rub his cheek against Eddie’s, spreading spice and warmth and rut across his skin. As an Alpha, Eddie should be repulsed by it, he should want to get away as quickly as possible before the rutting alpha goes feral and attacks him for being in his den.

Instead it makes him want to roll over, to expose his neck and his belly as an offering for Steve to bite into, to claim as his own. It makes him want to submit.

Eddie takes a shuddering inhale as Steve steps back. “Stay here,” he says, firm and final, before turning and heading back down the stairs.

Well, fuck.

Eddie just shuts the door without saying anything and leans back against it. After everything they’ve been through, it makes sense that Steve’s instincts lean towards protective, even during rut. 

Now Eddie has to make another choice. He could wait it out. There are snacks and water bottles stashed near the bed, so it’s not like he would starve in the day or two it would take Steve to wait this out.

Or.

If Robin is correct - and she usually is, where Steve is concerned, probably the only person who knows Steve better than he knows himself - then Steve likes Eddie. More than likes him, if Steve is hiding Eddie away like this. The Alpha sees Eddie as his mate, and it’s Steve’s instincts that have pushed up the timeline he seems to have mapped out.

You'll have to make the first move.

Eddie sends up a silent prayer as he opens Steve’s nightstand drawer, looking for- aha! He pulls out the bottle of lube and sets it on the bed before stripping out of his clothes. The thought of being naked in Steve's den, of preparing himself for Steve, makes him flush with heat, fills his stomach with swirling warmth.

He's been with a few Alphas before, but he has yet to be on the receiving side. It's not that he hasn't wanted to, he's just never felt comfortable being that vulnerable with someone he doesn't really know. With Steve, the desire is nearly overwhelming. The younger Alpha is so attentive, and Eddie already trusts him with his life, literally.

He lays back on the bed - in Steve's nest - and wiggles a bit to get comfortable before closing his eyes. Fingers skirt over his stomach and up his chest to tweak his nipples, pulling a soft sigh from his mouth. Eddie only pauses there for a moment before moving up to brush over his neck, over the glands that sit in the crook of it. He’s too eager to savor this, to slowly work himself up like he normally does, and he rubs his scented fingers against Steve’s pillow as he grabs the lube.

Eddie slicks up his fingers and reaches down, pushing one in slowly while his other hand works his dick - which has been at half mast since Steve threw Eddie over his shoulder - up to full hardness.

It's already so good, the way Steve's scent blends with his own only enhancing his pleasure as he slips in a second finger. He whines at the quick stretch and imagines it’s Steve spreading him open, getting Eddie ready for his cock.

"Alpha, need you, please."

He enjoys it, even more than he usually does, and for once doesn't hold back his whines and whimpers and he preps himself. He groans an "Oh, fuck," as he pushes deeper, trying to hit his prostate but falling just short, and returns his focus to opening himself up.

Only moments later, Eddie catches the sound of movement outside the door, and he grins. “Ah, Alpha,” he moans, increasing his volume, making sure Steve can hear him. The door opens and there he is, chest already heaving as he scans the room before his eyes land on Eddie. He gives a single, choked out "Eds," and Eddie keens as he adds a third finger.

Steve growls low and locks the door behind him before he stalks over to the bed. He takes a moment to just look at Eddie, and when their eyes meet Eddie can see the question behind the desire. Eddie just nods and spreads his legs wider, says "Want you, Steve. Wanna help you."

That must be enough for Steve, because he doesn't even bother undressing before he climbs onto the bed and settles between Eddie's legs. He grabs onto Eddie's thighs, fingers digging into flesh and pushing his legs back and up. Eddie's never felt so exposed, and he whines as Steve watches where his fingers sink into himself.

The new position helps him reach deeper, has him nearly choking on a gasp as he finally brushes that bundle of nerves inside him, and Steve lets out a pleased rumble. He releases one of Eddie's legs and brushes a finger where Eddie's stretching himself before he slowly starts to push it inside.

Eddie shudders and releases his dick so he can grab the bottle of lube, doesn't even try to be careful as he squeezes a glob of it directly against his hole. It eases the way as they work him open in tandem, and soon enough Steve is adding a fifth finger to the mix.

Eddie's going to lose his fucking mind.

He's never been stretched this wide before, already feels stuffed so full and Steve hasn't even properly fucked him yet. His whiny "Alpha, need you, please," makes him sound like a needy Omega, but that's closer to what he feels like right now. Every thrust of their fingers pushes excess lube out of him, sends it running down his lower back, a mirror of the precum that's been dripping onto his stomach since Steve walked into the room.

"I have you, baby," Steve growls, sounding more coherent than he had earlier. Having Eddie - his potential mate - in his den, in his nest, must settle some of those instincts Eddie inadvertently triggered this morning. He pulls his fingers free before tugging on Eddie's wrist, and the sudden emptiness makes Eddie keen.

Steve pulls off his shirt and drops it to the floor before draping himself over Eddie, pressing them together from chest to hip as he noses the underside of Eddie's jaw. He feels like a fucking furnace, his sun-kissed skin burning hot under Eddie's hands as he slides them from Steve's shoulders to push up into his hair.

Eddie tugs on the sweat-damp locks, guiding Steve up until he can slot their mouths together in a slow, filthy kiss. Their first kiss, now that Eddie thinks about it. While he wishes it had been under better circumstances, he certainly isn't going to complain while Steve is practically fucking Eddie's mouth with his tongue.

Eddie feels dazed when Steve pulls back with a parting nip to his mouth, is barely able to appreciate the sight of that beautifully hairy chest because he's too busy tracking Steve's hands as they move down Eddie's torso. He wraps one around Eddie's dick and gives him a few long, tight strokes until Eddie is afraid he's going to come before Steve ever fucks him.

He manages a single, needy "Please," and that all it takes for Steve to release him. Steve undoes his own pants and pushes them down just enough to free his dick, and barely even touches himself before he's lining up with Eddie's hole and pushing in. It steals Eddie's breath, has him gasping as Steve slowly fills him inch by inch.

Big hands take hold of Eddie's waist and squeeze, holding him in place until Steve is fully seated. The stretch is better than he imagined, better than the fingers that were in him just moments ago. It feels like Steve is in his lungs, and he grabs hold of Steve's wrists, just needing to ground himself as he adjusts.

"Fuuuck, Stevie, Alpha. Feel so good, so big inside me."

Steve chuffs, clearly pleased that he's making Eddie feel good, and his fingers dig into Eddie's sides as he finally starts to move. It's fast from the get-go, no easing into it or slow build up. Eddie’s eyes roll back as Steve fucks into him, every snap of his hips leaving Eddie gasping for more.

“Fuck fuck fuck, Alpha!”

“Mine, my mate," Steve growls as he pounds into Eddie, and Jesus fuck. Robin was right on the money about the mate thing. For a moment Eddie finds himself regretting that they weren't already courting; he would ask for Steve's bite right now if he knew the other Alpha wouldn't be upset that he couldn't go through the whole process.

"Yes, your mate, Alpha, yours! You gonna fill me up and knot me? Mark me and claim me, show everyone who I belong to?"

A snarl rips through Steve's chest and he shifts forward, his pace barely faltering as he folds Eddie nearly clean in half. The change has him pounding directly against Eddie's prostate and the alpha is on the verge of orgasm in an instant.

"Oh shit! Close Stevie, 'm gonna come-"

Ever the attentive lover the rumors paint him to be, Steve reaches down between them and strokes Eddie's cock a few times before he grips down on where his knot is beginning to swell. That combined with a well placed thrust is what does Eddie in, and he gives a sharp cry as he comes, his knot popping in Steve's firm hold and seed shooting all the way to his sternum.

His vision goes fuzzy as Steve fucks him through it, his thrusts bordering on brutal as he chases his own orgasm, and then- Steve catches. His knot expands in the grip of Eddie's ass and for a second he's worried they didn't stretch him enough, that Steve's fat, magnificent knot is going to rip him right in two.

But nothing really hurts. It's all just intense pressure that makes him dizzy, and Steve is making these shallow little thrusts that bump right up against Eddie's prostate and send shocks up his spine. He clenches around Steve's knot and that sends Steve over, a low growl reverberating through the room as he comes.

Eddie shudders hard and clings to Steve, nails digging into firm shoulders to keep his alpha close as his insides are flooded with warmth. It doesn't stop there, as Steve continues to roll his hips against Eddie as best he can with them tied together. Eddie whines as the overstimulation starts shifting from pleasant to painful and he gasps a "Steve-"

"One more, baby, just one more," Steve pleads, his voice rough. He angles himself a bit so he's not grinding directly against Eddie's tender sweet-spot, but it's still a lot. Eddie mutters a soft string of "So good, Alpha, fill me up, need it please," until Steve is coming again, filling Eddie's already-stuffed hole even more.

It's kind of blissful, actually. Eddie doesn't think he's ever been this tired after sex, this delicious kind of exhaustion that he can feel all the way to his bones. Steve carefully lowers himself down onto Eddie and noses at his neck and jaw, a light scenting that's probably just for comfort seeing how Eddie is sure he reeks of Steve by now.

Still, Eddie purrs at the attention and wraps his arms around Steve, holding him tight as they wait for Steve's knot to shrink. They don't speak, just bask in the afterglow as Steve licks over Eddie's collar bone and neck, lapping over the mating gland that rests under the skin.

Eddie wants to ask about it, wants to hear all of Steve's thoughts, hear what exactly led them to this moment. He knows now isn't the time, though, and he contents himself with pushing his fingers through Steve's luscious, sweat-damp hair while he waits for the next wave of Steve's rut to start.

It's still dark when Eddie wakes up to a chest against his back and fingers in his ass, now sore after the three rounds they went last night. Even so, the ache doesn't stop him from whining out a "Steve," and pushing back into them.

Steve drops a kiss onto his bare shoulder. "This okay?" he mutters into Eddie's skin.

Eddie nods, answering with a soft "Yeah, please."

The fingers disappear only to be replaced by Steve's cock filling him again, just as perfect as it was last night. Eddie's grateful that it's much gentler than yesterday, with their hands laced together over Eddie's stomach and Steve's hips rolling into him. It leaves him breathless, the amount of sheer affection he can feel in every move Steve makes.

Steve picks up the pace after a moment, the rut still burning through him driving him to take, and Eddie is more than willing to let him do so. The only sounds in the room are Eddie's breathy, punched out moans, and the slap of Steve's hips against his ass.

It doesn't take too long, and Steve groans as his knot catches once again. He moves their joined hands down to Eddie's dick and starts jacking him off while making those shallow thrusts, and soon they're both tipping over the edge.

Steve pants against the back of Eddies neck, and the desire for Steve's bite is so sudden and so overwhelming that Eddie has to physically bite his tongue so he doesn't beg for it. The alpha squeezes Eddie's hand where they're still laced together and covered in cum, and says "'m sorry for yesterday."

Eddie scoffs and clenches around Steve's knot, just to hear him gasp. "You're sorry for giving me the best fuck of my life?"

"For corralling you. For bringing you here and keeping you against your will."

"Oh, I was definitely willing, big boy. I promise you, even with how weird it was at first, I am in no way complaining about anything that happened."

There's a brief pause of silence before Steve mutters "You're not?"

"Steve, you literally picked me up and hauled me around like it was fucking nothing. Do you know how hot that is?"

"Most Alphas don't like to be overpowered like that-"

Eddie scoffs. "Yeah, and most Alphas also don't like being pinned down, fucked and knotted until they can't think. But I clearly seem to enjoy it."

Steve gives a low, pleased growl and noses at the back of Eddie's neck. "Still should have controlled myself. I wanted to do this right, wanted to court you first."

Eddie hums and wishes he could turn around to kiss Steve. "Yeah, Robin told me about your plan. She thinks that your intended mate leaving your den so close to rut is what made you go all primal."

He hears a sharp intake of breath and Steve barely gets out an "Eddie-" before Eddie says "I wanted it, Steve. I wanted it because I've wanted you for so long, and having you half-feral because of me was like a fucking fantasy come true. I know you wanna do this properly, but you have to know just how crazy I am for you."

Steve tugs Eddie closer and presses his forehead to the nape of Eddie's neck. "Why didn't you ever say anything?"

"As far as I know, you've only been with girls before. Didn't know if you would like me like that, and I didn't want to ruin our friendship if you didn't."

It's silent for a moment, and Eddie is worried that he's actually messed everything up when Steve speaks again.

"Well, to be fair, it was only girls. But when we were walking through the Upside Down, and I was wearing your vest, soaked in your scent, it- it felt like a claim, and I was surprised at how much I liked the idea. I walked away from that whole thing with a crush on you, and getting to know you after made it grow and grow until-"

He pauses, takes a shaky inhale. "Until I realized that I want to be your mate. God, I want everything with you Eddie, and I'm so terrified of being too much, of scaring you off."

Eddie can't stand it anymore. He wriggles a bit and Steve's knot has shrunk just enough for him to slide off it - pulling a soft groan from both of them - before turning to face Steve. He brings his hands up to cradle Steve's face and doesn't think about the way it smears his cum over Steve's cheek. "I meant what I said yesterday. I'm yours, Steve. I wanna be your mate, take your bite, the whole nine yards."

Steve beams and tugs Eddie into a hard kiss, and Eddie would be amused by his enthusiasm if he wasn't feeling exactly the same - overjoyed and eager. They make out for a moment before Steve mutters against Eddie's mouth, "We should go take a shower," and Eddie whines.

"I don't wanna move yet."

Steve just chuckles and kisses him one more time before sitting up. "Come on, I'm not gonna give you your courting gift while I have cum on my face."

That does have Eddie moving, nearly launching himself from the bed only to wince at the twinge of pain that stems from his sore, tender asshole. He worries for a moment that his knees will give out, until Steve is right there, wrapping an arm around Eddie's waist and helping him limp to the bathroom.

"Shit, I wish I had known ahead of time how fucking sore I was gonna be," Eddie says, light enough that Steve knows he's joking.

"Don't worry," Steve replies with a grin that Eddie wants to taste. "You can get me back when your rut comes around, Alpha."

[dillwonder]

This is 100% not an anger bait post or even a post where I will argue or let arguments happen.

Idk why there are Steddie shippers that are so mad when you guys have more art, writing and popularity than we (hellcheer) shippers do. Though I don’t ship it, it’s definitely cute and there’s no reason for me to tell you NOT to ship it. I’ve been thinking about this for a couple of days and how even though there isn’t really that big of a ship fight anymore, there is still some tiffs that happen here and there from what I have seen. I understand there is limited LGBTQA+ representation, at the same time we don’t need to tear people down for shipping a straight ship and trying to eradicate a straight ship. Not always, but more often I feel like I see Steddie shippers accusing Hellcheer shippers of awful things, invalidating their ship and trying to stomp evidence over people. I have seen Hellcheer shippers participate in this as well, but I do feel like there is a responsibility within the stranger things community to either not engage with content you just don’t like and not accuse people of outlandish shit, say ‘my ship is better’ and just be awful.

Plenty of people in the queer community ship hellcheer and respect Steddie and understand why it would be an important ship, but from what I’ve seen of us, we are just enjoying two fictional characters in a fictional world, fictionally dating because it gives us just a little joy in this fucked up world.

Also there is enough of Eddie to go around, try being like one of those Eddie/steve/chrissy shippers and take a deep breathe.