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a knot problem

written for ‘alpha/alpha’ | wc: 2,519 # | rated: e | cw: no archive warnings apply | tags: alpha!steve, alpha!eddie, past stommy, knotting sex, alternate first meeting

@stmarchmm

It was a secret he needed to keep hidden.

That Steve Harrington liked hanging off a knot.

It had happened by accident the first time. Not the fucking part—he and Tommy got horny when they smoked and handjobs had escalated to blowjobs, and then escalated again to lazy fucking in Steve’s bed.

Steve didn’t mind bottoming for Tommy, even if they were both alphas—and honestly, probably should have been his first clue—since Tommy still wanted to maintain every public image that he was straight while he and Carol were currently off.

When it happened, Tommy had Steve pressed face down into the bed, thrusting into him from behind. Steve had his face shoved into a pillow to muffle his moan, since Tommy didn’t want to hear them, and had otherwise let himself fall deeper into the feeling of Tommy’s dick hitting his prostate. Par for the course.

He hadn’t been paying attention. And all Tommy cared about was getting off.

So, neither of them realized that the base of Tommy’s dick had started to swell, catching on the rim of Steve’s hole. All they knew was that it felt fucking good, and so Tommy thrust in hard…and locked them together as he came.

Swearing from the orgasm and the dawning realization of what he’d done, Tommy had nearly tried to pull out.

Steve managed to stop him before he caused any irreparable damage, and it nearly sent the two of them careening off the edge of the mattress. But, for thirty minutes, they rode out Tommy’s orgasm together. Every wave of cum spilling inside, filling Steve to the brim with a heavy load of alpha spend for being outside of a rut.

So distracted with his own release, Tommy didn’t notice Steve spill onto the comforter underneath with a surprised gasp.

And when Tommy finally eased his cock from Steve’s pliant body, and the sheer amount of cum spilled out after, Steve was fully hard again.

“Sorry about that, Harrington. Think I’m just pent up. But Carol and I should be getting back together soon, so…better not to mention this, huh?” Tommy had said immediately, dismissing the whole thing with a few sentences.

Steve only nodded, his voice gone, while keeping a blanket over the damning evidence of his erection. Which only twitched with interest as much of Tommy’s release gushed out of him.

Tommy fled to sleep off the rest of his high on the living room couch.

Steve had turned back over onto his front, stripping his cock with one hand while he shoved two fingers of the other into his messy, ruined hole—cumming again to the thought of Tommy Hagan’s knot stretching him out.

It was a secret that could ruin him.

And yet, he kept wanting other alphas.

He couldn’t go to Tommy again. Not only had Carol taken him back not long after that, but to Tommy, the whole knotting thing had been a result of too much weed and his dick not being able to tell the difference between a warm alpha body and an omega.

And he didn’t dare ask around school. One wrong word to the wrong person, and all of Hawkins would know that Steve Harrington wanted to get dicked down hard.

He subsisted on the memory of his one night with the real thing, up to four of his fingers at a time, and growing fantasies of nearly every other alpha in school.

Then, the summer he worked at Scoops, he met Robin.

An omega who only liked other omegas.

And she was a hell of a lot more in the know than he was. She knew of a couple bars in Indianapolis where he could ask around for what he wanted, without worrying about getting jumped.

Which was where he met Eddie.

Eddie Munson, Dustin’s new best friend and dungeons & dipwads game master. Eddie Munson, two-time super senior who stood on top of lunch tables and shouted about the state of the world.

Eddie Munson, alpha.

To his credit, Eddie immediately assumed Steve was messing with him and blew him off with a harsh scoff. Steve hadn’t even gotten to potentially hooking up—just the fact of Steve talking to him after four years of otherwise treating Eddie like he didn’t exist was enough.

Steve tried his luck with someone else, an average guy with blond hair and rough hands. Was more successful, getting as far as making out in the corner and the question on his lips to go back to his motel room and finally get what he’d been looking for.

And then the guy’s boyfriend had showed up.

And the guy threw Steve under the bus, shoving him toward a furious alpha with no time to throw his hands up and block the boyfriend’s fists slamming into the side of his face.

The bouncers caught on pretty quickly by then, and both the guy and his boyfriend were dragged off toward the door while Steve waved them off and headed for the back exit.

He stumbled out into the colder air, face throbbing and a thread of blood spilling down from a split near his temple. He wiped it off with the heel of his hand and swore into the relative silence of the empty alleyway.

Well, almost empty.

“Strike out in a bad way this time?” another voice called out, and Steve’s head snapped up toward it.

Behind an exhaled plume of smoke, Eddie Munson’s face came into view, smirking haughtily with a raised brow. Half a lit cigarette hung between two fingers, providing a barely-there glow of light for the darker side of the alley.

Steve, on the other hand, was directly underneath the light by the door, his disastrous appearance in clear view.

“What do you care?”

His head still fucking hurt where a bruise was definitely forming, and Steve knew he was leaving tonight without finding anyone to scratch his itch. So, sue him if he wasn’t in the mood to be polite to the other alpha that had rejected him.

Eddie let his eyes travel over the current state of Steve, the disconnect between his pressed red and blue-striped polo and jeans, and the half-twisted sneer on his face, along with the blood and bruising.

“Hard to see you as prom royalty with your face smashed half to hell. Lost some of your shine there, Harrington,” he said, pulling a drag off his cigarette.

“I never won prom king.” Steve stood up straight, but the light from above the door made his bruised eye sting and he shied away with a hand raised to block it. “And don’t call me that.”

Eddie cocked his head as Steve stumbled from the light, lowering his cigarette from his mouth. He stepped forward to get a closer look at the state of Steve’s face. Steve tried to turn away, but Eddie grimaced at what he saw.

“What happened?”

Steve rubbed at a spot in his jaw that ached. “Asshole clocked me.”

“Mackin’ on his boyfriend?” Eddie said, immediately back to being an annoying nuisance. Like maybe Steve had it coming in the first place.

“I didn’t know that. Dude basically set me up.” Steve sighed and searched for somewhere to sit on some empty crates beside him. Eddie stayed where he was, taking long drags and watching Steve with a curious, focused gaze.

“So, you’re really here. Looking for another alpha.”

Steve nodded, risking a glance toward Eddie. He stood with his weight resting back on one hip, arms crossed over his chest. The last bit of his cigarette rested in his hand, and Steve nearly grabbed it to finish it off himself.

“Run through the omega population in Hawkins already? Trying out the next best thing?”

“No, I—” Steve rubbed at his temple, forgetting that it was currently bruised and a little cut-up. He flinched and let his hand fall back down to rest on his knee. “I’m not looking…for that.”

“Then what are you—” Eddie narrowed his eyes, curls flying as he stood straight up, remnants of his cig falling to his feet. He didn’t seem to care, mouth hung open and brown eyes wide as deer. “Holy shit.”

Steve shot to his feet, even as the rush made his head throb. “Eddie, wait, it’s not what it looks like.”

Eddie was grinning now, his eyes alight in that way they did in the cafeteria when someone tried to tell him to shut it, when really then his tirade had a live victim. “You want an alpha. You want to be knotted.”

Okay, it was exactly what it looked like.

And Steve hadn’t really even said it to himself. Not so much more than saying he wanted to sleep with an alpha. Not that he didn’t want to be the one dominating, but to be…well…

“Please don’t tell anyone.”

Eddie let a sharp laugh, and Steve’s attention caught for a moment on the deep dimples that formed at the corners of his mouth. Eddie’s deep voice brought him back, laced with sharp sarcasm. “Oh my God, who the fuck would even believe me? Between the two of us, you are not the one who’s reputation precedes them as being unconventional.”

Steve frowned. “And you’re protecting that reputation? Don’t you belong to a satanic cult or something?”

“Hey, now. I thought we were starting to get along. Breaking down cultural barriers. Opening our hearts and souls on this fine evening, alpha to alpha.” Eddie spread out his arms, clearly not taking the situation that he’d just figured out the blackmail material to end all blackmail material seriously.

“Well, my face hurts. I’m going back to find my friend.” Steve sighed, turning back toward the door—only hoping that it wasn’t locked from the outside and he didn’t have to sidle past Eddie to get out of the alley.

He’d just have to deal with the ever-present knowledge that someday, Eddie might finally cash in on what he knew, and Steve would have to find a way to deal with that so he wouldn’t tell.

“Y’know, if you asked nicely, I might just invite you back to my motel room. Has a decent ice maker.”

Steve froze, having barely started his path to the door. He looked over his shoulder enough to see that Eddie had not moved, except to crush whatever was left of his cigarette under his boot. He asked, “And do what? Let you belittle me until morning?”

“I mean, if you’re into that.” Eddie shrugged.

“Jesus Christ, Munson.” Steve grabbed and yanked the door open, the heady warmth of a crowd of bodies and intense lights washing over him full force. His grimace had the bruise on his face throbbing, and the pause he made was enough for Eddie to call out to him again.

“Or I could knot you.”

Steve whipped around to face Eddie, the door slamming shut behind him. For his dark clothes and wild curls, Eddie had dropped all his teasing and his back and forth with Steve—leaving only his brown eyes staring wide and…goddamn it, maybe hopeful.

“That is what you want, isn’t it?” he asked, stepping closer. The light over the door shined on him, revealing a denim vest over his leather jacket, covered in pins and patches. His hands hung at his side, not reaching. His steps were slow as he approached.

“I…What?” Steve’s head swam with Eddie’s offer, the words echoing around in his head. Maybe that hit to the face was harder than he thought.

“Didn’t believe you, when you started hinting at it inside. I’m sorry about that. You and me, y’know, not exactly the usual. But if you’re serious…well, we could have some fun together.” Eddie bit at his bottom lip, one hand pulling at the hem of his jacket. Nervous.

Steve exhaled, and wasn’t sure if he’d done that for a while. “You’re really okay with this?”

“Like you said,” Eddie let out a soft laugh, a bit of his earlier bravado returning. “My reputation tends to precede me. I’m all in if you are, Harrington.”

Steve’s feet seemed to move on their own, pushing him forward now that he had the permission and the invitation to finally get what he had been chasing for years. He crossed the last foot between he and Eddie, grabbing onto the denim fabric of his vest.

“Don’t call me that,” he said, and then planted his mouth on Eddie’s.

For a second, Eddie’s surprised made him freeze against Steve. His eyes shut, but his hands were slow and hesitant to find a place on Steve’s hips or his shoulders. Steve let a rumbling moan echo in his chest and pushed against Eddie, forcing him back a step.

Whichever one worked, it knocked Eddie back into the present. His hands clamped hard on Steve’s hips, hooking in his belt loops and using the grip to roll their hips.

Eddie bit and licked at Steve’s mouth, trading playful growls between them that Steve had never done before. He’d always been in charge, with girls and omegas, and then as close to submissive as he could get with Tommy.

This was different. Trading the lead with wet togues and rough teeth, the back and forth swell of them clutching at each other’s clothes and hair. He wasn’t giving anything up that he didn’t want to wasn’t taking any more than Eddie was willing to give.

Eddie didn’t care to hide that he was an alpha, hands rough as one grabbed hard at the swell of his ass and the other slid into Steve’s hair. He tugged until Steve growled into his mouth again and then kissed it away.

And he didn’t seem to care about letting Steve be one, either. Got this dazed look in his eyes for a second when Steve pulled at his shirt so hard he tore it a few inches from the neckline. Seemed to like it when Steve dragged his teeth along the side of his neck.

He was doing that to the sharp tendons in Eddie’s throat, his head tilted back to give Steve room when Eddie spoke, breathless and half-laughing.

“I might just think I was dreaming, but even my subconscious knows better than to imagine something like this.”

Steve huffed against his skin, and pressed the hard line of his dick straining through his jeans against the sizable bulge of Eddie’s. He knew he shouldn’t get too excited just yet, but he also knew it was going inside him pretty damn soon and he was starving for it.

“Am I going to have to imagine your dick?” he said back, with a small bite at Eddie’s collarbone.

“No,” Eddie answered, his hand in Steve’s hair tugging again. Steve let out a warbling moan and Eddie preened at the noise. “You’ll get it all.”

“Have you…done this…before?” Steve asked, panting, through lazy kisses.

“Both ways.” Eddie winked, and Steve shuddered. His hands tightened so hard in Eddie’s jacket, the leather creaked, and he was already a goner before Eddie said, “Don’t you worry, big boy. I’ve got you.”

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fly too close

written for ‘collaring’ | wc: 3,702 # | rated: m | cw: under-negotiation of kink | tags: alpha!steve, beta!eddie, collaring, designation discussion, eddie tries something new he doesn’t like, but is too stubborn to say so

@stmarchmm

For most of his life after presenting, he’d considered the whole thing kind of ambivalently. It was a thing that happened, and it didn’t involve him. He didn’t actively decide against it; he was just unsure that he would ever have a partner where it might actually matter.

A partner who might want him to…wear a collar.

Nobody used to do it, when their parents were growing up. Not with betas. Strictly an alpha and omega only scenario—because they were all special and shit. Not that everybody was all gung-ho for it now, but the most you’d get was a dirty look or some whispering.

The girl at the shop hadn’t seemed to care about his designation the previous weekend. She wore a collar herself, just a simple, black leather thing with shiny studded jewels around the middle.

Eddie couldn’t smell scents for shit if the person wasn’t in heat or rut, so for all he knew she was a beta like him, wearing the collar for marketing reasons and to make customers more comfortable.

It hadn’t had that effect on Eddie, as he stumbled through questions about fabrics and decoration. Whether he should consider one with those metal loops coming off it to hook a finger into or a leash. How much extra getting an engraving would cost. She talked him away from that one, considering this was his first go round with the whole collaring situation.

He’d bought a knotting dildo with more chill than this, Jesus Christ.

In the end, he went home with the most basic item they offered: an inch-wide collar in black leather with a buckle in the back. It was padded on the side where it would rest against his neck, and Eddie had stood at the counter for five minutes running his thumb over it. Telling himself over and over that people did this all the time. People wore them every day.

He could wear one for a night. For Steve.

He knew it would be a hell of a surprise.

~*~*~*~

“I’m not missing an anniversary or something, am I?” Steve asked, shoulders tensing underneath Eddie’s hands, feet shuffling along the carpet in their bedroom as Eddie guided him inside.

Steve couldn’t see Eddie’s eye roll due to the blindfold, so he did actually answer out loud.

“No, babe. This is all for you. Just because.” Eddie pressed his nose into Steve’s hair, nuzzling to blend their scents together.

They were fresh off a nice dinner at the Italian place with Steve’s Eddie’s favorite breadsticks and Steve’s favorite cheesecake—and from one of the stronger places at his hairline, Steve smelled pleased and content, like ozone before rainfall.

“I still don’t understand why you blindfolded me to walk into our own bedroom.”

“Because it’s not about the room.” Eddie spun Steve around to face him and then nudged until he sat on the edge of mattress. He pressed a kiss to Steve’s forehead. “Now, sit tight. I’ll be right back.”

Steve purred softly, his hands obediently resting on his thighs as Eddie went off into the bathroom. He’d stashed the shopping bag with the collar inside before they left for the restaurant, after keeping it in his guitar case before that.

Eddie stripped down to his underwear before he took out the slim box that held the collar. He didn’t want to keep Steve waiting for very long, but as he flipped open the lid, Eddie could only stare.

Maybe he should have tried the thing on beforehand to get used to the feeling. But he’d been so afraid Steve would catch him in the act before the big reveal, he hadn’t dared risk it.

It was just an innocuous accessory, he told himself, and grabbed the collar from the box.

The leather was smooth against his thumb and the fabric on the inside soft. Taking an end in each hand, Eddie raised the collar to his neck and buckled it into place. The couple of metal pieces clinked softly in the small space of the bathroom, and Eddie shivered—either from the tiled walls or his nerves.

He stared at himself in the mirror, running two fingers down his throat and over the leather. The collar didn’t appear out of place on him, a horizontal line of black across his fair skin, and not far off his normal aesthetic. The collar was black, after all, and complimented the tattoos scattered across his body.

It hid the scarred mark of Steve’s bonding bite. Which Eddie wasn’t sure how he felt about.

He’d made sure to buckle it even a bit looser than the shop girl had instructed him to. But he could still feel every shift of it against his skin, a constant feeling like he’d actually done it too tight.

Get it together, Munson.

He set his hands at his sides, nodding firmly to himself in the mirror. He could do this.

Eddie peered around the bathroom door to check that Steve had kept his blindfold on. And he had, sitting just where Eddie had left him, so pretty in his light blue henley. Not that it did much to hide Eddie’s return, since Steve turned his head in Eddie’s direction, nose tipped up to catch the citrus notes of Eddie’s scent.

“Do I get to see this surprise yet?” he asked as Eddie slipped into the bedroom.

He padded across the carpet until he stood in front of Steve, a few feet out of reach. He bit his lip as he watched Steve shift in suspense, fingers digging into his jean-clad thighs. Steve could probably smell that Eddie had gotten closer, was hovering just out of reach.

“Say please?” Eddie teased.

“Please,” Steve sighed, a smile on his lips. “Can I see you?”

Eddie closed the space between them, threading his fingers through Steve’s hair. Steve’s hands instinctively came up to rest on Eddie’s bare thighs, another sigh escaping him when he realized Eddie had already undressed.

Finding the knot at the base of his skull, Eddie untied the blindfold with a single tug and tossed it aside when it fell from Steve’s eyes.

Steve’s lashes fluttered as he blinked clear the haziness of being blindfolded for quite a while, his amber whiskey eyes finding Eddie’s face first. His fingers pressed into Eddie’s thighs before his gaze traveled down, searching for the reason Eddie had kept him in the dark about the rest of their evening plans.

His attention fixed on the collar at Eddie’s throat.

“Eddie, you…” Steve trailed off, the spike of his woodsy scent hitting even Eddie’s senses full on.

Steve’s rut had happened two weeks ago, so there was little danger of him jumpstarting one right there in the bedroom. His levels were too low, and Eddie wasn’t going into a heat anytime soon either that could have forced it.

But from the low growl rumbling in Steve’s chest and the fire gleaming in his eyes, Eddie wasn’t sure it was as impossible as he thought.

Grip tight and unyielding, Steve yanked Eddie onto his lap and stuck his nose right into Eddie’s throat and against the leather of the collar. Eddie whimpered as it pushed against his skin, but instead tried to focus on Steve’s hands as a warmth on his bare skin and the hard press of his dick through his jeans.

Steve liked it. Eddie could keep going for him.

He tilted his head back to expose more of his throat for Steve to explore, dragging his nose across bare skin and along the edge of the collar. He breathed open-mouthed and hot to inhale the Eddie’s scent, growing stronger the more Steve touched him.

Steve nudged and pressed the collar into Eddie’s neck as he moved, the drag of it startling Eddie out of the pleasurable haze of Steve’s wholly attentive touch each time—but if Eddie dug his nails into Steve’s shoulders, he could ignore it just enough to keep going.

Dragging his palms up to Eddie’s back, Steve pressed him into an arch against Steve’s chest. The curve of his body pushed the edge of the collar against the front of his neck, and Eddie’s eyes snapped open toward the ceiling.

Any moan he might have made caught fast in his throat. Any fire licking at the base of his spine fizzled at the stark reminder of what was around his neck. He couldn’t ignore it or push it away in favor of how Steve felt against him—but he didn’t dare ask to take it off.

Do it for Steve. Do it for Steve. He loves you and he deserves this.

With a deep breath, Eddie shut his eyes again and tried to focus on the new callouses on Steve’s hands dragging across his skin. How strong Steve’s scent had gotten since they started, it was though a rainstorm was about to start right there in their bedroom.

He should have known better.

While Eddie could never pick out the subtle differences in a scent that marked elation or dismay, anger or fear, Steve could. Easily.

Frickin’ alphas.

Steve lifted his mouth from the hollow of Eddie’s throat, keeping him balanced with both hands resting at the small of his back. He stared up at Eddie with his brows drawn together, calm and focused despite the pink tinge to his cheeks and the light sweat at his hairline.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. What are you waiting for?” Eddie gave a smile, though he wasn’t sure how it looked, and rolled his hips against Steve’s.

He’d flagged some in his jeans, but hadn’t gone soft. He didn’t respond to Eddie’s urging, head cocking to the side as he pieced something together in his head. Eddie didn’t say anything, in some feeble hope that Steve might let it go if Eddie gave him nothing to work with.

But Steve’s amber eyes settled on the collar again, this time with a widening of realization.

Steve shifted on the bed, sitting straight up where they had slouched a bit on the mattress. And in a soft voice that let Eddie know he had utterly, utterly failed, he said, “You know you don’t have to do this, right? I don’t expect you to act like…like an omega.”

“I may be a beta, but you’re still an alpha, Steve.” Eddie fiddled with the curling ends of Steve’s hair, biting his lip when Steve sighed and didn’t say anything back. He pressed his forehead to Steve’s. “Don’t you want this? Seeing me as yours?”

Steve huffed a breath across Eddie’s face, but didn’t pull away. He hands pulsed where they held onto him, and effectively ignored any attempt to backstep into the past.

“Eddie, you’re not enjoying it,” he said.

“It’s not about me.”

Steve did pull back at that, face twisted up in the way Eddie hated. “What?”

“I—” Eddie’s voice died in his throat, and he reached up to try and massage it away, only to immediately touch the damn collar again. With a ragged exhale, he dropped his hand and turned his head the other way, tears forming that he couldn’t bear Steve to see.

“Eddie, take it off,” Steve urged, taking one hand to slide along Eddie’s jaw and wipe at a stray tear with his thumb.

“No.”

He could do this one thing for Steve. This one fucking thing Eddie could do without changing his whole biology. That wasn’t because his body physically couldn’t…but that Eddie himself couldn’t ignore the fact that he detested the collar around his neck.

He knew how important collaring could be for bonding. And it wasn’t like non-alpha/omega pairs avoided it entirely, either. He’d been to a few clubs in Indy, he’d pretty much seen it all and more.

It was just Eddie that had never thought he’d want it.

And, of course, the second he tried—for Steve, his sweet, patient Steve, who accommodated so much to Eddie’s designation—to be the one to give a little bit, all he did was fail.

Eddie shook his head to dislodge Steve’s grip and nearly tipped over onto the floor, if Steve hadn’t wrapped both arms around him and kept him upright. The shock of the near-fall knocked loose the last shred of Eddie’s control, and he struggled to breathe, the press of the collar like a burn against the front of his throat.

“Eddie. Eddie,” Steve was saying, over and over, into his ear.

Somehow, Eddie had twisted himself around so that he was sideways in Steve’s lap, his shoulder to Steve’s sternum. His arms held firm in the awkward way Steve had gotten ahold of him, pressing tighter and tighter until it overcame anything that the collar was doing to Eddie.

“Eds, you’re going to be okay. I’m right here with you,” Steve said like a promise, and Eddie believed him. The same way he believed him when Steve had needed to hold Eddie like this after the hospital, when the nightmares threatened to crack his sanity.

He managed deep breaths, Steve’s voice lulling him back down. When he slumped against Steve’s body, Steve took the weight easily, one hand resting in his curls.

Well…Eddie had definitely fucked that up.

They breathed together for a few long moments, Eddie’s heartbeat slowing and his mind settling. He realized, still sitting on Steve’s lap, that they had never gotten around to taking off any of Steve’s clothes, denim fabric against Eddie’s bare thighs and thin fabric of his underwear.

Steve’s hand in his hair moved slowly down toward the back of his neck, grazing the skin just above the buckle of the collar.

“Can I?”

“Yeah.” Eddie rubbed at his eyes as Steve used one hand to slide the collar free and away from Eddie’s neck, tossing it onto the floor. He brought his hand back quickly, massaging gently at where the collar had been rubbing against his skin.

“Better?” Steve murmured.

Eddie nodded, the last rope of tension letting up on his muscles, his bones. With the collar gone, he truly felt the difference. Like it had been squeezing him down into a box that he didn’t fit inside.

“I’m sorry, Steve. I messed it all up,” Eddie grumbled, turning his face into Steve’s shoulder.

Steve turned his chin into Eddie’s hair, words slightly muffled. “You didn’t mess anything up. I’m not upset.”

“I could see it in your eyes when I walked in. You were enjoying it.”

Steve had growled at him. Something he rarely did outside of a rut or stepping up to defend the kids. Steve’s inner alpha making itself known for anyone to hear.

“Eddie,” Steve nudged him to sit up and instead, Eddie slid off his legs and sat on the mattress with his back to Steve. He took it in stride, leaning on one hand to peer at Eddie’s downturned face. “Do you really think I’m going to enjoy seeing you in a collar and miserable? That defeats the purpose.”

Eddie huffed, picking at his fingernail. “I just wanted to try.”

“God, and I love you.” Steve got this fond look on his face, and Eddie wanted to smile back at it, but his face felt too raw from the crying and gasping to do so. Steve could see that Eddie wouldn’t look back at him, and was doing his best to keep his mouth shut. “But we have to talk about this.”

“About what? I tried the collar. I didn’t like it. End of story.”

He couldn’t push through to make it good enough for Steve. And, after what happened, Eddie wasn’t going to try again, as if Steve would have ever let him.

“And how long did you ‘not like it’?”

Eddie bit at the inside of his cheek, thinking of the first moment he had seen himself in the mirror, wearing the collar. How its touch had bothered him. How each time it touched his neck, it broke him out of their revelry.

“…Not the whole time.”

Steve reached forward and laid his hand over Eddie’s forearm, fingers covering the puppet tattoo. “Eddie, you freaked out. Why didn’t you stop?”

“You give up so much to make it easier for me. All of the extra effort you have to put in, because I’m not an omega. How is that fair?” Eddie scowled at the mattress, at Steve’s warm hand on his arm. “But I could do this. I can be a beta and still do this the right way.”

“I wish you had asked me about it,” Steve said softly.

Eddie shot him a highly arched brow. “What were going to say? No?”

“If I thought we weren’t both going to like collaring, then yeah, I would have said no.”

Eddie might have zoned out in most of his so-called “sex ed” classes in high school—especially after having taken them multiple times—but he remembered the importance their teachers put on if a couple decided to collar. The pride of an alpha to see a more visible, a more obvious mark than a bite on their mate. Most people who did collar ended up doing both that and a mating bite, but it usually served as a claim before the big event.

A bite without being a bite. Or a big “back off” sign to everyone else if a bite was covered up.

“Why?” he said.

Steve opened his mouth, and froze. The thoughts seemed tangled up in his head, making Steve frown and furrow his brow while trying to sort it through. Eddie watched him—and for all that he had tried to learn about designations outside of their school’s shitty curriculum, he had no clue what Steve might say.

“It—It’s like my bite,” Steve settled on, gaze darting to the scar of his teeth on the join of Eddie’s neck and shoulder.

“Okay,” Eddie said, lowering his chin.

Steve leaned forward, amber eyes no longer clouded with too many thoughts. Now, clear and focused, all his attention was on Eddie, and Eddie only.

“Do I want to kiss you and bite you all over again when it’s out and on display? When everyone can see that you’re my mate? Of course.” Steve shifted up onto his knees, his chest against the back of Eddie’s shoulder. He nosed at Eddie’s hairline, his forest scent a familiar calm. He smiled against Eddie’s cheek “But that’s only because I can see how much you like showing it off. Flipping your hair away from your neck in public, grinning like you don’t know exactly what you’re doing.”

Let it never be said that Eddie was ever one for being subtle. Especially not when he, of all people, was the only person able to say that Steve Harrington was his. And had the proof to back it up.

Eddie turned his head toward Steve’s, their noses glancing. “But you can’t see it all the time—”

“And?” Steve fixed Eddie with a dangerously teasing look and brushed his hair away from his neck, revealing the permanent mark of his teeth in Eddie’s skin. “When have you ever stopped me from doing this if I want a little reassurance?”

Angling his head down, Steve pressed his lips to the bite—the first touch to it since Eddie had foolishly put on the collar that he didn’t try to flinch from. He sighed at the warm touch of Steve’s mouth, and then exposed his neck more by tilting his head when Steve dragged his tongue across the mark.

Pleasure rolled over him in waves as Steve laved at the mark, each continuing second of Steve’s mouth on him a reminder that Steve had bitten him. Had connected them together for the rest of their lives with a physical reminder that would never leave Eddie if he needed it.

It was the most Eddie ever felt like either designation other than his own. The one thing betas shared with everyone else—the one thing that never altered, never changed.

As a parting gift before he finished with his work, Steve fit his teeth over each matching place on the mating scar. On every connection to Eddie’s nerve endings, alighting them all at once so that all Eddie could do was clutch onto what part of Steve was closest, shuddering through the electricity thrumming through his body.

“God,” he gasped, full weight falling back against Steve, eyes fluttering shut.

Steve released his teeth with a parting kiss on the mark that made Eddie squirm.

“See? You haven’t been able to do that all night. Not with that thing on,” he murmured, leaving a trail of soft kisses along Eddie’s jaw.

There were a lot of things Eddie couldn’t give Steve. Pups, for one thing. At least, not the easy way. He didn’t slick like an omega, or get as affected by hormones released during Steve’s rut to lose himself in it, beta senses too dull.

Spending ruts together involved a lot more prep and lube and creative use of his hands, mouth and toys when Eddie’s body needed a break.

But he’d never shied away when Steve needed him. When Steve asked for him, despite Eddie’s worries about his designation, Eddie stepped up to his calls. If he couldn’t do it like an omega, he figured out what he could.

“I’m not giving anything up to be with you,” Steve said, his arms solid and warm around Eddie’s body. He still had all his clothes on, but those fabrics Eddie had no problem with on his skin. “I have a lot more than I ever did with anyone else. The amount of heart you put into being with me, even so far as to ignore your own judgement—which is the only thing I am upset about—is more than alpha or beta.”

He never thought Steve hadn’t noticed any of it. Steve had spent so long being that same person for everyone else, it was a shock to his system when Eddie turned it around on him. Eddie had spent a long time getting Steve used to the idea of being considered, being thought of.

Maybe Eddie had needed the same kind of reminder.

“You’re my mate, Eddie. And I didn’t choose you on a whim.”

I tried to get this posted on the day, but it, um, got away from me

#i just want to be clear #eddie doesn't not like collaring because he's a beta #it is only a personal preference #do i have a problem building up too much lore?#no why do you ask?#stmmm25 #steddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie fic #steddie fanfiction #alpha steve harrington #beta eddie munson

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save a horse

written for ‘ride’ | wc: 453 # | rated: t | cw: no archive warnings apply | tags: canon era, cowboy!steve, pre-relationship, confident steve flirts successfully, eddie does not (or so he thinks)

@steddiemicrofic

Eddie had no clue why the hell Henderson dragged him to the county fair in the middle of July, when outside was like the surface of the sun and all there was to eat was fried food fried again just for fun.

Eddie’s wardrobe consisted of mainly black. He was going to die out here.

And the people. Constricting crowds with no rhyme or reason as to direction and too many dissonant conversations. The only reason Eddie was getting anywhere was the force of Dustin’s path straight through and the kid’s death drip on his wrist.

“Doesn’t Steve usually drive you around?” Eddie complained over the noise. Harrington’s babysitter sensibilities would be perfect for a place like this.

Dustin turned over his shoulder enough for Eddie to hear him. “That’s why we’re here. And we’re late, c’mon!”

That wasn’t really an answer, but Eddie didn’t have a chance to bitch because Dustin took off running—which meant Eddie took off running—through the crowd toward the back end of the fair and a large set up metal-fenced areas and a towering stand of seats.

“Steve!” Dustin shouted, frantically waving his free hand while he stumbled to a stop at the metal fence barrier. Eddie stared through the bars at the arena, where horses and riders circled through equipment Eddie had no chance of understanding.

“Steve’s summer job is at the rodeo?”

“Yup, got my own lasso and everything,” Steve’s voice said, emerging from nowhere and making Eddie jump. Dustin hopped excitedly at the sight of Steve sat high up on a chestnut horse, midday sun shining behind him.

He immediately went into a thousand questions about Steve’s new job.

Eddie stared.

He already knew about Steve’s penchant for tight jeans. But now that was all he could see, with Steve’s legs bent at the horse’s sides and the curve of his butt settled nicely in the saddle…

Steve sidled the horse closer, and bent forward toward Eddie. “Scared of a few horses, Eds?”

“No,” Eddie said, struggling more now at the sight of Steve’s hair, curled at the ends with sweat, sticking out of a crisp black Stetson. He reached up and plucked Steve’s hat off his head, planting it on his own. “This just looks ridiculous on you.”

It didn’t.

Beside him, Dustin gawked. Steve just cocked his head, a dangerous gleam in his eye.

“You know what they say about taking a cowboy’s hat, don’t you?”

Eddie shook his head.

He had no chance of stopping Steve from swiftly snatching his hat back and settling it in place. He clicked his tongue and nudged his horse the other direction, giving Eddie a blatant wink.

“Save a horse, ride a cowboy, Munson.”

Well, fuck.

#steddie fic #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie microfic #steddie fanfic #steddie drabble #pre relationship #canon era #stranger things #cowboy steve harrington

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paceprompting · 4 months ago

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2025 Fanfic Reading Challenge: February

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17/250 tasks done

Challenge Mode Completed: Participant

Word Count Challenge Completed: 1 million

Fics read:

Power Construct by Reddinwing | Tim/Jason | E | crime boss Tim, Red Hood Jason, dom Tim Drake, sub Jason Todd, just absolute unhinged porn with some plot (but that's not important)

buy back the secrets by sundiscus | TimKon | T | friends to lovers and strangers to lovers (all at the same time, it makes sense I promise), tim has to hide his identity from kon, some torture, but happy ending

Steve Harrington: Accidental Dominant by Stevieshrodinger | Steddie | E | eddie being self-destructive, steve helps, and then has a sexuality crisis, angst with a happy ending

Minor Fall, Major Lift by tackytiger | Drarry | E | ministry employees Harry and Draco, inspired by tarot, dreamwalking, rivals to lovers

Chew Toy by sarriathmg | Kon/Jason | prostitute!Jason, Lex Luthor controlling Kon, noncon drug use, bad bdsm etiquette, sweet Kon in spite of the circumstances

Easing into Life by clarityhiding | Kon/Jason/Tim | G | soulmates au, pda, drabble fic

A Kingdom for This by snufflesfoot | Merthur | canon era, merlin in the stocks, merlin and the knights, pwp

I Wanna Be Yours by TimmyJayBird | TimKon & JayDick | omegaverse, omega!Tim, alpha!Kon, spending first heat together, group sex, bonding

Marking Time 'til the Set Ends by Azolotl | Kon/Jason | high school band au, after school hangout, mutual masturbation, mentioned TimKon, tw: underage

Bespoke by i_buchanan | Stucky | E | pwp, top!steve, bottom!bucky, lingerie based on Bucky's blue coat

I Wish That You Would Stay in My Memories by Cafae_planet | Cherik | G | whump shortfic, post-beach divorce, erik goes to ask forgiveness

What Not To Expect When You're Not Expecting It by thehoyden | Cherik | E | canon divergence, no beach divorce, mpreg

Timeline series by SlightWeasel | Cherik | M | time travel au, Charles POV, then told again in Erik POV, fix-it fic, if Charles could have convinced Erik not to go murder mayhem

If We Must Starve (Let it be Together) series by Igneum807 | Geraskier, platonic Jaskier & other Witchers | NR - M | pre- and post-canon, Jaskier shows the Witchers kindness and affection, various adventures from Kaer Morhen to Lettenhove

What do you mean I'm in love? by Paryton | Steddie | E | hanahaki au, no upside down au, friends to lovers, eddie doesn't realize he's in love with steve, fluff and smut

The Red Tulip by ItCanBePalped | Steddie | E | hanahaki au, rock star!eddie, friends with benefits, misunderstandings, safeword use

To Just Know by slyther_ing | Hangster | T | secret relationship, crack treated seriously, the dagger squad trying to figure out who jake is married to

Compatible series by the1918 | Stucky | T - E | shrunkyclunks, omegaverse au, slight soulmate au, alpha!steve, omega!bucky, getting together very quickly, finding out they're extremely compatible, domestic life

Black Petals, White Once More by Igneum807 | Luo Binghe/Shen Yuan | NR | time travel, fix-it, getting together again

Breathing Black Dahlias by Mystirium_Inc | Steddie | E | hanahaki au, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending, not actually unrequited love, found family

can't have your heart and eat it too by the_maybe | Steddie | M | hanakaki au, unrequited love, aromantic!Eddie, hurt/comfort, endgame platonic Steddie

When the moon beams sing and the green leaves dance by NotInPublic | Merthur | E | no magic au, omegaverse au, beltane, mating sex

burn this into your brains forever by vaudelin | Destiel | E | case fic, pretend relationship, getting together, jealous castiel

Tender and Merciful by ghostly | Merthur | E | magic reveal au, established relationship, beltane celebration

The Hunt by ReiraKurenai | Merthur | E | magic reveal au, king!arthur, first beltane celebration, hidden identity, first time together, idiots in love, semi-public sex

@fanfic-reading-challenge

#aka i need to calm down #it's only february #why am i reading like it's october or something #fic reading challenge 2024 #2025 fic reading challenge #fic reading challenge #fic rec list

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paper faces on parade

written for ‘"masquerade" (amnesty period) and "party" for my bingo square | wc: 441 | merlin x arthur pendragon | rated: g | cw: non archive warnings apply | tags: established relationship, court sorcerer merlin, protective arthur, arthur loses merlin at a party and definitely does not lose his shit

@merlinmicrofic @merlinbingo

Arthur couldn’t find Merlin.

Not that strange—there were quite a few people in the throne room for the celebration of Wessex and Camelot’s peace accord and the following three days and nights of banquets and parties.

But it was not his throne room and not his castle, and he’d prefer if Merlin stayed at his side.

He does happen to be Arthur’s Court Sorcerer, as much as he despises the formality and the fancier clothing. He no longer has the position to go off galivanting through the halls, finding trouble.

They should not have agreed to stay this last night and leave in the morning.

Arthur’s never even liked masquerades.

The masks are confoundingly irritating, and no respectable knight could bear to stand in a room with no many people they couldn’t identify at a glance. Not that he had his sword, either.

Since they were at peace, and all that.

Merlin had found the idea great fun, however. After years of standing against the wall or serving Arthur at the head table had meant he had only ever witnessed these kinds of parties—never participated.

All Arthur had asked was that he stay in sight.

He gets distracted by one congratulatory handshake from one of King Elra’s council men, and then he’s without Merlin’s company at his side in this ridiculous crowd.

Finding a simple blue mask amongst all the ones bedecked with feathers and gems and ribbons was proving quite impossible. Arthur knew he should have made Merlin wear some sort of large hat with it, but old animosity regarding a certain feathered cap had nixed that immediately.

After this, he was going to try very hard to convince Merlin to leave at once. He did not want to dance, or be merry, or do anything but recover from two hard-fought days of negotiations and then lingering fear through the next three days that it would all fall to pieces if he relaxed.

There hadn’t been much time for time with Merlin through all of it. Sure, he was part of Arthur’s council—but that wasn’t the main reason he’d brought him along.

So, maybe one dance. If Merlin really wanted to.

Arthur slid past a group of courtiers, making his way toward the entry of the grand hall. He was sweating under his mask—a red thing with gold thread—and desperately wanted to take it off. He could hardly see through the tiny eye slits, anyway.

A hand grabbed onto his forearm, and Arthur whirled to face the owner.

Two eyes, swirling with gold, stared at him through a blue mask.

“Found you,” Merlin said, his lips curving into a smile.

#merthur #arthur x merlin #bbc merlin #merlin micro fic #merlin fic #court sorcerer merlin #protective arthur

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paceprompting · 5 months ago

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what do you want?

written for ‘incubus’ | wc: 2388 # | rated: m | cw: no archive warnings apply | tags: incubus eddie munson, human steve harrington, friends with benefits to more, emotional hurt/comfort, touch-starved steve harrington

@stmonstercalendar

Sex with Steve Harrington fed the deepest parts of Eddie’s nature. More than years of hookups in bars and bathrooms, and ratty hotels had ever managed.

He’d survived that way.

As a kid, his mother’s paternal affection had been more than enough. The first kind of love that an incubus needed, to shore up the reserves and teach him how to feed safely. There weren’t many like him and his mother left. And when she had died and Eddie had gone to Wayne, he hadn’t known what to do.

Luckily, Wayne loved him enough anyway that Eddie had still thrived until puberty…when his needs changed. Sure, regular affection still helped, but sexual energy was like nothing else.

The difference between trudging through on the ground and truly soaring.

And even better, it took less of it to get what he needed. Less time, less effort in the sense that Eddie could feed off everything that Steve gave—whether it was his fingers, his tongue, his dick. Or the soft smile he pressed to Eddie’s shoulder in the mornings with his hands running over his ribs.

These days, he had to stop himself from taking too much. He could actually make himself sick if he overfed, but the opposite had always been his problem. Until Steve.

Maybe because Eddie actually felt something for him beyond lust toward a willing, beautiful body. It wasn’t starting from scratch each time. Or having to hide the part of him that was starving and burning for touch, affection, desire.

Don’t get him wrong, Steve was the hottest thing on two legs. Really, the hottest, period (besides Eddie’s sweetheart guitar).

But Eddie could have just as easily have slept with Steve that first time and then forgotten about it compeltely—a rough exchange of handjobs and Steve’s fingers in him before they went storming into Mordor. A quick explanation of what Eddie was, that being hunted and on the run had drained him completely, and what he needed so nobody died on his watch.

Despite the fact that he was the one who had almost died.

That was what had really tipped them over.

Wayne had done his best while Eddie was in the hospital, laid up in bed and unable to move, barely able to eat. Normally anyway.

But all of the calm, tender touches of the closest person to Eddie weren’t enough to keep him from nearly starving. Eddie had needed more, but there was no one to ask.

But Steve had already known, when Eddie had told him out of pure desperation. And after a couple visits to the hospital and seeing how pale and gaunt Eddie was beyond what the bats had done to him, he’d realized why.

And then he’d offered.

Eddie had been so hungry, and the last time with Steve had been really very good. Mix of adrenaline and Steve’s well of knowledge, and all that, but still.

He said yes.

Finding times between nurses’ rounds and visiting gremlins for blowjobs had been difficult, but they’d managed. Got Eddie healthy enough that he could actually start to heal from the bat bites, and then finally go home.

Even more surprising, Steve hadn’t immediately cut him off the second Eddie was better.

He’d asked if they could keep going. Keep meeting up and learning the expanses of each other’s bodies, their sounds, the places that make each of them squirm and moan. A sexual buffet for Eddie’s inner sex demon.

Slowly, their time together was collectively more than the time they spent apart. Eddie bothered Steve at the video store, helped him schlep the kids around and co-hosted movie nights and D&D nights at the house, and then stayed after they had all gone.

Eddie learned who Steve was behind his name and his reputation. The babysitter turned older brother to the same kids Eddie had tried to shield and prepare for the world by leaning into their otherness. Who had filled his empty home with chaos and noise, even if just for a little while.

Steve had made it a point of honor to be the one they all leaned on. The one who stood between them and the worst of the danger.

That was why it was all easier now.

Steve’s propensity to get his hands on Eddie every chance he got didn’t hurt either. Eddie never had to ask, Steve wanted the physical touch just as much as Eddie did.

Like when Steve had Eddie pressed into the bed, legs hiked up around his hips and his cock all the deeper inside of Eddie for it. Thrusting his hips against Eddie’s ass, a sheen of sweat on his tanned skin, and the moonlight through the window the only way Eddie could see the moles on Steve’s face.

Steve held both of Eddie’s wrists in his hands, bracing his weight and keeping Eddie right where he wanted him. He wanted to go slower tonight, and while Steve was already fully inside, his thrusts were methodical, not yet chasing the end.

Punching the air from Eddie’s chest with each hard drive of his hips, echoed with sharp grunts of his own. The tendrils of their shared arousal licked like fire in Eddie’s stomach, humming through his veins.

They’d gone a while, this time. Corroded Coffin had gotten a gig, a damn good one.

In Cincinnati.

The whole trip had taken about four days. Four days with only the platonic affection from the guys—even if they didn’t know quite the whole story about why he tended to hang a bit close than regular people—and no good ol’ Steve Harrington lovin’ to speak of.

With the adrenaline rise and fall of the show on top of that, Eddie had been utterly gagging for it when he finally got home. Thank god Wayne was on shift and didn’t see him chuck his bag and guitar case into the living room and immediately head over to Steve’s.

It was dark, but only nine o’clock.

So Steve was still awake, and waiting, for Eddie when he used his key to get inside.

“God, I fucking missed you,” Steve growled, and a fresh wave of affection rolled over Eddie.

He shuddered through the feeling, and pushed off his shoulders as much as he could to press a kiss to Steve’s mouth in return. It was hardest to talk when he needed to feed, when all his body wanted was the fire and head-spinning rush that came with sexual energy.

That, and Steve was nailing his prostrate pretty much every thrust.

By the time he came on Steve’s cock, he’d definitely be sated. Sometimes when it was at it’s worse, especially now that he had Steve, it was the smallest things that had the greatest effect. What would have needed to be hours and hours, maybe even multiple people, to get all that his incubus half needed.

Doesn’t mean Eddie ever expected it when it happened.

Steve shifted his grip, prying his fingers off of Eddie’s wrists and laying them palm-to-palm with Eddie’s hands. He slowed his thrusts, pulling out only enough that the head teased the rim of his hole.

And slowly, as Steve pushed back inside, he interlocked their fingers.

A bolt of fire ripped through Eddie, yanking a gasp from his chest and pulling him up, up until he was arching his back toward Steve’s body from the force of it. He could swear he was glowing from the inside out from the surge of his blood, of every nerve in his body singing from Steve’s touch.

Steve never let go of his hands.

He hadn’t realized he’d cum from it until his brain came back online and he heard Steve chuckling, face tucked into the side of Eddie’s throat.

“Holy shit,” Eddie breathed.

He was still in quite an awkward position, hips canted upward so that Steve could get the right angle while keeping his grip. He’d ache in the morning, but in a weird residual effect, it helped to keep him sated and full for a while longer with the reminder.

“That was new,” Steve said, still laughing like it wasn’t entirely his fault.

“I told you—” Eddie paused to catch his breath, tensing his hands in a short pulse with Steve’s. “Told you it’s weird sometimes.”

Steve shifted his weight, and also his cock still deep inside, eyes fluttering for a moment. “So, you’re alright now?”

Eddie cocked his head. “Are you implying that we’re stopping if I am?”

“Um,” Steve faltered, ducking his chin toward his chest.

And that just would not do. This hadn’t ben a one-sided arrangement for a long while now, and Eddie wasn’t going to let it revert back into one because he was too quick on the release.

“Wait, Eddie—woah.”

Wriggling and squirming until he could release his hands, Eddie shoved up on Steve’s chest. And coupled enough with the surprise, he was able to flip Steve onto his back and perch himself on Steve’s thighs.

He laid his hand in the center of Steve’s chest, fingers tracing through the fine, dark hairs. Steve laid sprawled out beneath him, cheeks flushed a pretty pink like his lips.

“I got what I need, baby,” he said, mouth curving into a dangerous kind of smile. “It’s your turn.”

“It’s not about…” Steve tried to argue, but Eddie rolled his hips over the hard length of Steve’s cock and gave a sharp pull to one of Steve’s nipples, cutting him off with a sudden gasp.

Eddie smoothed his fingers over the sting, and continued drawing patterns in Steve’s chest hair with both hands. Steve sighed, tipping his head back and Eddie teased his fingers lower, down Steve’s sternum to his stomach.

“You need it too. Need somebody to make you their sole focus.” Eddie glanced up from where he traced cricles around Steve’s bellybutton to see if he was paying attention. His hazel eyes, blown out at the pupil, stared at him through his lashes. Eddie slid his palms back up Steve’s chest, and with them, he leaned forward so their noses barely touched. “Always the one to lead. You’re very good at making everyone else feel wanted, feel needed. But what about you?”

“Eds, really, I’m okay.” Steve lifted an arm and threaded his fingers through Eddie’s curls, massaging gently at this scalp. It sent fizzles of pleasure through his skin and down his spine. “Let me just take care of you.”

Eddie narrowed his eyes, leaning into Steve’s touch in his hair because while he was making it point, it still felt pretty damn nice.

“And if this is what I wanted you to do? To lay there while I make myself cum again? Maybe take you while sat on your lap. You know that’s my favorite,” he teased in a lilting voice.

“I…I would do it.”

Steve would. Eddie never had to beg for what he wanted. Not for long.

“Why?”

Steve just stared at Eddie, mouth parted and eyes wide in a bit of dismay. He definitely had an answer. He just didn’t want to say.

Eddie was a bit of an expert when it came to the subject of longing, Came with the territory. How devastating it is to get nothing in return for what you give. It might work, for a while. Be enough. Survivable.

But they didn’t need to do that anymore.

Eddie switched gears.

He laid out entirely on Steve’s body, slipping his thigh in between Steve’s legs and one hand along the side of his jaw, thumb pressed to his bottom lip. Steve grunted softly, still hard against Eddie’s leg.

Settled and situated, Eddie dragged his thumb off Steve’s mouth and held his head where he could hold Steve’s gaze with no chance of breaking unless one of them pulled away.

“I’m going to ask you a question. And whatever your answer, that’s what we’re going to do,” he said. “Sound good?”

He slipped his hand from Steve’s jaw and flattened it over the center of his chest to feel the steady beat of his heart.

Steve took a long, deep breath.

“Y-yeah. Ask me, Eddie.”

Eddie felt the faster skip of Steve’s heart under his breastbone. He tapped Steve’s chest in time with the heartbeat until it slowed again, and noticed that he could now see the hazel color of Steve’s eyes as the fervor of sex left him.

He was calm now as well. Sated and fed, Eddie was in control.

So, he asked:

“Steve, what do you want?”

“I want…” Steve dropped his eyes, for a second as the words left him. “I just want you to touch me. I want to feel your hands. How much—”

Eddie wanted desperately to urge Steve on. To beg in his own right to know what he was going to say, but then Steve might turn the tables and undo Eddie’s hard work by making it inadvertently about doing what Eddie wanted.

Steve brought his eyes back up to meet Eddie’s, and said, “How much you love me.”

He had shared much with Steve since they had started sleeping together. About being an incubus, and needing the lust and affection and love of other people to survive. To thrive. He’d started explaining how different kinds fed him in different ways—why sleeping around had done just enough versus how much better it was for him now with Steve.

It seemed he’d put the pieces together about why exactly that was.

“You know then,” Eddie said, a blush blooming across his face.

Steve turned his head to nose at Eddie’s temple, a tender affection that bloomed in Eddie’s heart. “Hoped,” he said.

Eddie pressed back into the touch, breathing in. Breathing in Steve with the citrus scent of his cologne and a touch of sweat on his skin, as he rose up onto his knees and returned to his perch on Steve’s lap.

He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the center of Steve’s chest, just over his heart.

“Well, you are definitely getting what you want, Steve Harrington,” Eddie murmured, hands trailing up Steve’s sides and his ribs.

Steve took in a deep breath, and Eddie watched him settle into the touches. To start to accept.

He deserved nothing less.

#steddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie fic #steddie fanfic #steddie fanfiction #getting together #friends with benefits #friends to lovers #incubus eddie munson #touch starved steve harrington

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A Morning Coffee Kind of Question

steddie | rated: t | cw: no archive warnings apply | tags: pre-season four, getting together, strangers to lovers, fluff with dash of angst

Part One

The bed was too comfortable.

Which was kind of fucked up if he were to look too closely at it. But even all the blankets he could muster and that Wayne could spare were only so much against a mattress with two broken springs and a near-permanent indent from a previous owner and himself.

The mattress he was currently on wasn’t anything like his. He hardly sunk into it, and (as far as he could tell) he was only under one blanket and still warm. This time of year, he’d need at least a comforter and two thinner blankets to ward off the cold in the trailer.

So, while not surprised to find he actually wasn’t in his own bed, there was enough surprise in the fact of whose bed he was in to have him sitting straight up, scowling at the room around him.

All in all, the bedroom was relatively plain. The walls a kind of color you kept so that the house would sell well without repainting, wooden furniture with little to nothing on them except the odd magazine or a trophy. Even the walls were devoid of posters of bikini girls or hotrod cars, no collection of random polaroids stuck up with some care to remember a memory.

Steve’s bedroom hardly felt like more than a set piece.

As though it had been designed before he ever arrived and he wasn’t allowed—or didn’t care—to make it his own.

The only item that had any personality wasn’t even his. It was Eddie’s.

The jacket that Steve had given him as a present was hung off the back of the desk chair, an obvious peculiarity of black amongst the blues and reds of the room. Eddie remembered shucking it off his shoulders and letting it drop to the floor last night.

While they’d kissed.

Made out, really.

He touched his lips as though he could call back the feeling of Steve’s mouth on his own. The confident way he directed them, the scrape of his stubbled against Eddie’s cheek, his throat. The party had gone on for a while without them downstairs, Eddie wasn’t sure when it had ended.

He’d pretty much stopped paying attention to the noise once Steve laid him back on the bed.

Which explained how he’d gotten there, at least.

Still being fully dressed explained the other question.

A soft creak pulled Eddie’s attention toward the door, and he rose up onto his knees in case he needed to book it out the door. He wasn’t exactly going to get the benefit of the doubt if somebody found “The Freak” hanging out in Steve Harrington’s bedroom.

He could at least breathe again when it was just Steve who entered, although he didn’t sit back on the bed.

He was sure he looked an absolute disaster, having just woken up—curls a wild rat’s nest on his head and clothes disheveled from the chaotic way he usually slept.

Steve held a plain green mug in each hand, looking down at them to avoid spillover as he walked carefully across the carpet. He glanced at Eddie, this soft half-smile on his face before he looked back down until he reached the bed.

Setting one mug on the bedside table, he offered the other to Eddie.

Eddie eased back down on the mattress, and reached out with both hands for the mug. It warmed his fingers immediately, the dark liquid inside wobbling as Eddie shifted position. A roasted, bitter smell wafted up to his nose.

“I didn’t know how you liked it. But, um,” Steve reached into the pocket of his sweatpants, pulling out a handful of items he deposited on the bed by Eddie’s knee. A few sugar packets and disposable plastic creamer cups. He patted his thighs and said, “Just in case.”

Eddie lowered the mug to sit in the space between his knees, holding it steady with one hand and using the other to grab all that Steve had offered.

“Good instincts,” he said, shaking first the sugar packets before dumping them into the coffee. As he worked through the creamer cups, he looked at Steve from under his bangs. “The only thing I don’t like in black.”

Eddie took sugar and cream for the same reason he only smoked menthols. He couldn’t stand the bitterness.

Steve let out a breath, shoulders dropping a tension that Eddie had mistaken at first as worry about spilling the drinks. Then, he reached for the other mug and took a seat beside Eddie on his bed.

He drank his coffee while Eddie prepped his own, taking it straight-up apparently with no problem. He didn’t know if it was all part of some special jock diet or if Steve enjoyed battery acid black, but…Eddie supposed choosing to make out with a metalhead probably meant Steve was bound to make other questionable choices.

Eddie sighed as he took his first sip, the warmth of the coffee soothing the morning raspiness of his throat.

Whatever his problems, Steve could make a good cup of coffee.

They sat in the quiet morning, drinking their coffee. Eddie risked a look at Steve; noticed that he had changed at some point in the night into his sweatpants and a Hawkins swim team shirt Eddie wouldn’t have been caught dead in.

Steve finished his first, but sat with it while Eddie continued. Empty, Eddie held his mug awkwardly, unsure of where to put it.

Clearly what he was waiting for, Steve took the mug from Eddie’s hands and reached forward to place both his and Eddie’s on the bedside table. He had to lean over Eddie to do it, which Eddie huffed a breath up toward the ceiling at when he leaned back on his hands.

Steve eased back, but paused before going too far. His nose grazed Eddie’s, hazel brown eyes half-lidded and rooting Eddie to the spot. He tilted his chin up toward Steve, mouth parting.

Maybe the night before had been a dream. He’d drunk too much—even though he didn’t remember drinking anything at all—and rudely passed out in Steve’s bed and somehow the guy was nice enough to leave Eddie until morning.

If it was true, Steve would brush him off. And Eddie would leave.

If it wasn’t…

Steve closed the last distance between them and Eddie could taste the bitter coffee on his tongue as their lips met. They sunk together, Eddie falling back on his elbows and Steve cradling the side of his jaw with one hand.

His thumb rubbed the start of Eddie’s stubble on his cheek. Eddie sighed into it, pressing up for more. For Steve’s tongue slipping past his lips and the low rumble of a groan deep in his chest.

They had to part for breath after a moment, and Steve asked, “Can I take you home?”

Kissing again, a delay neither of them seemed to mind, Eddie let his mind wander. With the last vestiges of Steve’s cologne and the solid weight of his body, Eddie could really only think of him.

I could give you a ride, Steve had said, that first time.

Being a chauffeur was apparently a love language for this guy.

Unlike that night at the gas station, Eddie did have other options. And he didn’t want to think about the pull at the bottom of his stomach the came at the thought.

“I’ve got the van back,” he said, letting his head fall back from Steve’s mouth. It was pink and slightly swollen, and maybe Eddie’s was too. “Thank you, though.”

Steve nodded, his thumb still stroking Eddie’s cheek.

“Can I see you again?”

He’d said as much the night before. Steve wanted Eddie. For some reason.

Eddie clenched his hands in the comforter underneath him. He’d never been quite this unsure about rejecting something. He knew he shouldn’t do this, with Steve. It could only lead to broken hearts. Possibly broken bones.

But all Steve had done already…just to get Eddie’s attention. To hint at what he wanted.

“I don’t know,” he said.

Steve’s gaze on him faltered, eyes flickering downward with his disappointment. They closed too late for Eddie not to have seen it, and Eddie rushed to fix it, to explain himself.

A cute guy gives him a normal amount of attention, and he loses his damn mind. What the hell had happened to him?

“I haven’t done this before. The whole…sticking around in the morning and having breakfast thing.” Steve seemed to ponder that for a second, a hesitant question in the rise of one of his brows. Eddie swallowed hard. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”

A warm smile grew across Steve’s face and Eddie soaked it in, closing his eyes as Steve pressed his nose to Eddie’s cheek. “I think you’re doing okay.”

“Steve, please.”

He couldn’t stop the twinge of panic in his voice. He was getting too caught up and he didn’t know how he could wrangle it back and shove it down.

Steve froze. Caught his breath, warm on Eddie’s skin, and then pulled away.

Eddie opened his mouth to apologize for ruining the fucking mood with his hangups. For revealing the mess of a person Steve had tried to falling into bed with, and was probably now entirely regretting.

“It’s okay,” Steve said before Eddie could. “I’m not upset.”

Eddie wasn’t sure he could believe him, but either way Steve slowly extracted himself from Eddie’s personal space and stood from the bed. He tried to hide it by facing away, but Eddie noticed the shift of his arm as Steve adjusted the evidence of their activities in his sweats.

Eddie knew he was the same in his jeans, if they did manage to hide it better. He sat up onto his hands and asked to Steve’s back, “Can I give you an answer later?”

He sounded like a damn customer support line. But Steve finding it in himself to pull away had made Eddie near-frantic to grab onto him and keep him from leaving. He needed to figure all this out.

But he couldn’t do that in the middle of Steve’s bedroom.

Steve turned, his face in profile toward Eddie.

“You’ll call?” he asked, biting his bottom lip.

Eddie let out a breath.

“I’ll call.”

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