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In a Deep Sea of Blankets

Written for the @steddiebingo prompt “company” and inspired by the @stmarchmm prompt “nests” | wc: 1,965 | rated: T | cw: none | tags: Steddie, Alpha Eddie, Omega Steve, Dustin Henderson, alpha/beta/omega dynamics, hurt/comfort, trauma and alpha drop recovery, found family, domestic fluff, scenting, cuddles galore

This was inspired by @alwaysurvalentine’s tags on As You Fall All Around, requesting lots of cuddles and a dog pile with Dustin.

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The drive from Reefer Rick’s place to Steve’s house seems to take forever, mostly because it’s hard for Steve to actually operate a vehicle with Eddie clinging to him. With Robin crammed in the back with the pups, they have the front seat to themselves with plenty of room for Eddie to curl up beside Steve, his nose tucked securely against Steve’s scent gland.

The Alpha is quiet in the aftermath of his drop. It’s like the events of the past twenty-four hours have hit him all at once and Eddie doesn’t have the energy to do anything but breathe in his Omega’s soothing cinnamon-sugar scent. It’s a comfort to Steve, too, having his Alpha so close— the steady rhythm of Eddie’s exhales against his skin, the firm embrace of Eddie’s arms around his waist, the press of their bodies warm even through their clothes.

They stay close while Steve herds everyone into the house, holding Eddie’s hand as he guides him upstairs, down the hallway, through Steve’s bedroom and into the en suite. It’s an awkward journey; Eddie is capable of walking, just not particularly interested in doing so if it requires him to lift his head away from Steve’s neck and look where he’s going.

Steve can be patient. It’s easy when he remembers Eddie shaking and whimpering in the throes of his drop, remembers that he would do anything for his Alpha to never have to feel that way again.

He turns on the shower and strips away Eddie’s clothes. Excavating layers of leather and cotton, peeling away the lingering dirt and sour sweat clinging to the fabric, it’s a relief to scent Eddie beneath it all. His smell isn’t fully back to normal, more of a smoldering log than a roaring campfire, but it’s lost the sickly edge of distress.

“You gonna join me?” Eddie rasps.

Steve almost cracks a joke, but there’s still something raw in the way Eddie is watching him— a little uncertain, almost embarrassed— that stops him. “Of course,” he says instead, already undoing the fly of his jeans.

It’s one of the more efficient showers they’ve shared, more focused on actually getting Eddie clean than on enjoying each other’s wet and soapy bodies. Steve might prefer this, if he’s honest: Eddie relaxing under Steve’s hands as he messages shampoo into his scalp, his burnt wood smell blooming beneath unscented soap. It taps into Steve’s lifelong craving for domesticity. After so much time spent alone in an empty, echoing house, it soothes him to have someone else sharing his space and letting him care for them.

Somehow, Steve resists the urge to kiss him until they’re dried off. Eddie is stepping into a pair of boxers fresh from Steve’s drawer, hair dripping despite the towel wrapped around his shoulders, and Steve just has to grab the edges of the towel and pull him in until their lips meet.

“What was that for?” Eddie asks when he pulls away.

“Just because.” He’s not sure he wants to explain why the mere sight of Eddie in his house does it for him, if he could even articulate it. Instead, he presses another kiss to Eddie’s lips, then his cheek and his temple, and finishes with a final peck on the lips when Eddie leans into the touch. It almost hurts how tender Eddie can make him feel; how much he makes Steve want to bundle up Eddie in his clothes, keep him safe and warm in his nest and never let him leave.

Maybe that’s not a feasible solution in the long term, but he can have it for now.

He gently steers Eddie in the direction of his bed, wet hair and all, with a minor detour to his dresser for some clean clothes for both of them. Then they crawl under the blankets of Steve’s bed, which already smell like them, and Eddie curls up with his head on Steve’s chest, and Steve feels like he can breathe again for the first time since he entered the boat house.

Eddie feels the same, if his long, satisfied sigh is anything to go by. He burrows more firmly into the familiar contours of Steve’s body, easily fitting them together even while half-asleep. Steve’s hands comb through Eddie’s hair in a steady rhythm that matches Eddie’s breaths as they get deeper and slower.

Steve’s eyes grow heavy, too, weighed down by the warmth of his Alpha in his nest and the comfort of his woodsy scent mixing with Steve’s own spicy sweetness. As it always does when Eddie is around, something settles in Steve’s chest. It’s like a puzzle piece snapping into place, a key fitting neatly into a lock, overflowing the spaces within Steve that he thought were too deep to ever be filled.

He doesn’t let himself fully fall asleep, just drifts in the calm space where he’s just barely aware of his surroundings. His Alpha is there and they’re cozy and safe, and that’s all that matters. If it were up to Steve, they would stay like this forever. No Upside Down, no murders, no hiding, just holding each other until they both rotted away.

All thoughts of peace rush from his mind like the tide when he hears a knock on his bedroom door.

“Steve?” The gentle lisp is clearly Dustin’s but he sounds quieter and more unsure than Steve has ever heard him.

“Come in,” Steve tells him, strained as he tries to project his voice across the room without disturbing Eddie.

Dustin’s head peeks around the edge of the door to make sure the older boys are decent. He must be satisfied with what he sees, since he doesn’t hesitate to enter and shut the door behind him. “He’s asleep?” he asks, tilting his head in Eddie’s direction.

Eddie hums in denial, though it’s not coherent enough to make much of an argument.

“Mostly,” Steve confirms. “He dropped pretty hard.”

“But he’s okay now?” Dustin presses. He shifts his weight from one foot to the other— uneasy, guilty.

It makes Steve’s chest ache. Eddie may be his Alpha, but Dustin has been part of his pack for years. His instincts itch to comfort the pup and pull him into the nest where Steve and Eddie can both look after him. “C’mere.” Steve holds out the edge of the blanket closest to Dustin, gesturing for him to come join their cuddling.

“Are you sure?” he hesitates.

“Eddie won’t mind. He’ll barely notice you’re here.”

Dustin toes out of his sneakers and slips into the nest on Steve’s other side. He smells warm and vaguely sweet in the way Steve associates with all of his pups, complementing his and Eddie’s scents in a way that just feels right.

Dustin seems to agree, considering how easily he snuggles against Steve. He mirrors Eddie’s position so both heads of messy curls rise and fall against Steve’s chest with each breath he takes. The resemblance is so striking that Steve can almost pretend that Dustin is really their pup, just for a second– a smaller Dustin, with that same glorious hair and Eddie’s curiosity and Steve’s attitude, could easily be mistaken for their biological child. God, Steve wishes.

It must bleed into Steve’s scent, that hint of wistfulness that almost tips into melancholy. Dustin whines into Steve’s chest when his cinnamon-sweetness goes a little sour.

“Hey, no.” Steve wraps his free arm around Dustin’s back, rubbing soothing circles through his shirt. “We’re okay, bud, it’s okay.”

“Are you mad at me?”

It’s so abrupt that it takes Steve’s breath away, like a punch to the gut. “What? No, why would I–?”

“I shouldn’t have reacted like that when you called Eddie ‘Alpha.’ That’s probably why you didn’t tell us, huh?” It comes out muffled with how close he’s pressing himself against Steve’s side. “You knew I would be a little shit about it.”

Steve hugs him tighter. “You’re always a little shit. It’s kind of your thing,” he says teasingly, trying to lighten the mood. “But that’s what we love about you.”

“I just wish you didn’t feel like you had to hide it, you know?”

And that’s a whole other can of worms that Steve doesn’t think he can open tonight. He and Eddie would mostly be accepted as an Omega and Alpha couple, even in a town as small as Hawkins, but… He can’t help but remember how his father had reacted when he presented, how he’d introduced Steve to so many Alpha daughters of his coworkers over the years since. There were expectations, still, even if they went unvoiced, and there would be consequences if Steve couldn’t meet them.

He tries to explain without explaining, “We weren’t hiding it from you. We just wanted to keep it to ourselves for a while, just the two of us.” It’s not a lie.

“And he makes you happy?”

“Yeah.” Steve can’t suppress his smile, not that he would want to. ‘Happy’ feels like too small a word for everything Eddie makes him feel. Steve wants everyone to know how much he loves him, what a good Alpha he is, all the little things he does to make Steve feel safe and cared for. Despite their superficial differences, they understand each other in a way nobody else ever has. “Yeah, he does. I hope I make him happy, too.”

Dustin nods to himself. For a long moment, he’s quiet enough that Steve thinks he might have fallen asleep until he admits, “I was scared. For both of you.”

Steve blinks against the memory of Eddie, broken bottle in his hand, half-feral and snarling at one of their pups, smelling wrong and trembling in Steve’s arms. “Yeah. I was, too.”

“Me, too.” Eddie makes both of them jump when his hand settles on Dustin’s shoulder, brushing across Steve’s belly on the way.

“Jesus.” Steve tries to stifle his smile but it’s hard when Dustin is giggling into his armpit and Eddie is patting them both, clumsy with drowsiness. “Go back to sleep, you idiot.”

“Nooo,” he whines. “Two of my favorite people are here, and I don’t wa–” A massive yawn cuts him off mid-word. “Don’t wanna miss out on the action.”

They’ve all had more than enough action for one day, Steve thinks, but he gets Eddie’s desire to be a part of everything. It’s one of the things he loves about him. “I promise we’re not doing anything fun. Just rest, sweetheart.” He rubs his chin over the top of Eddie’s head, comforting and scent-marking him all at once.

“You’re gonna stay here, right?” Eddie sounds nervous and embarrassed about it.

This is why Steve never wanted to tell him about the Upside Down. He didn’t want Eddie to know that fear, the kind that makes darkness darker and silence louder and keeps you awake even while it drains you of any energy you had left. Now Eddie not only knows about it but has seen it, and there’s nothing Steve can do to fix it.

Before Steve can respond, Dustin snorts. “It’s his house, dipshit. Where else would he go?”

Part of Steve wants to be horrified but a much bigger part is relieved when Eddie starts to laugh. His punch-drunk giggles are so normal, like this is just another sleepover with the two of them huddled under Steve’s blankets, enjoying each other’s company too much to go to sleep.

“I’ll be here,” Steve reassures him anyway. “But feel free to kick Dustin out whenever you get sick of him.”

Dustin squawks, affronted, and Eddie laughs even harder and tucks his nose against Steve’s scent gland. Steve, feeling warm inside and out, pulls them both a little closer and lets their presence lull him to sleep.

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omega snuggle services

Rating: M; Words: 3800; Tags: O!Steve, A!Eddie, fluff, nesting, emotional hurt/comfort, mild angst, some minor sexual content, scenting and smells, soft everyone, happy ever after. For @stmarchmm day 30 prompt, Alpha/Omega nests (really sorry, this one was already late then was the major casualty when my laptop died!) Also for @steddiebingo fill, Dream. Billion thanks to the always inspiring @moonjelly69 who fed me with the idea of people always assuming Steve is a non-traditional Omega when he’s actually super-domestic, and with the celia plant, which is from this amazing post.

Summary: A!Eddie is suffering from insomnia. O!Steve offers himself up for ‘snuggle services’—basically, Eddie gets to cuddle a cute, purry Omega in bed and see if it helps him unwind. Soon, Steve is building Eddie a nest. Eddie is sleeping slightly better, while discovering that he’s not the only one in desperate need of snuggles, comfort… and a true soul connection. Read on Ao3

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“Do you want to try Steve?”

It's not a question you expect when you’re ordering ice cream. Eddie had been explaining to Robin why he currently resembled Ozzy after a week-long bat-munching bender. In more tedious terms—about his life-wrecking insomnia. His zombie-brain can’t follow her drift. 

He blinks blearily. “Huh?”

“When I was struggling with sleep a while back, Steve really came through. He’s not a miracle sleeping pill cure or anything, but he loves to help people, and I’m sure he’ll be up for it. He helped Chrissy a week or so back and, you know, some Omegas do it professionally. I mean, snuggle services.”

Right. She’s not upselling a bizarrely named ice-cream flavor. She’s suggesting he hooks up with ex-douche-extraordinaire Steve Harrington. In order to cuddle him in bed. Like a Teddy Bear.

So many questions and objections swirl in his mind. He opens his mouth. Snaps it shut again. 

“It’s Steve’s afternoon off.” Robin scribbles on the back of a receipt slip. “Here’s his number—hit him up. Uuuuh, you're causing a queue now, shit-bird, scram.”

Eddie scrams with his melty banoffee ice-cream cone and calls Steve. It isn’t as awkward as he thinks it’s going to be. Steve is totally, “Damn that sucks,” then, “Yeah, that’s cool,” and says he’ll be over around 10pm.

He doesn’t seem to care that they weren’t exactly besties at High School and that, really, they barely know each other. He tells Eddie he’s thinking of going professional, “It’s not like I’ve got a ton of other career options,” he points out.

He promises he won’t charge Eddie. He’s still practicing, and he genuinely wants to help Eddie sleep better.

When he’s hung up, Eddie stares, guilt-stricken, at the phone.

Would Steve really offer this service to Eddie if he knew Eddie was an Alpha? 

Eddie is so ‘not out’ that he ought to convert the whole trailer into a closet. He wears blockers so strong they’re barely legal. Only Wayne knows. Eddie can’t handle the baggage attached to being such a rare designation in a small town.

Steve never got that choice.

Steve Harrington’s presentation had been legendary, happening one morning in Double Math. His Omega pheromones perfumed the classroom so thick and fast the whole damn school knew that King Steve was a ditzy little O-head by third period.

That was history, though. 

Eddie has to admit he found Steve attractive even before he presented and there was something mega catnip-y about Steve’s earthy, herby scent. Which underlined the cold hard fact. No way should Eddie be enticing an Omega who’d no idea he was an Alpha to, basically, sleep with him.

He sweats over it. At 9pm, he picks up the phone to cancel. Nobody answers. Two minutes later, somebody knocks on the trailer door.  “Helloooeeee, it’s me. Steve.”

Yeah, Eddie can smell that, and it’s reshuffling his brain chemistry. Holy fuck, does that boy bother with blockers at all? Steve bustles in, looking cute as fuck, hair all soft like he’s washed it for bed already. He’s also got a large knapsack slung over one shoulder. “Hey. I know I’m early. Hope that’s okay? I brought some stuff that might help and I need to set it up. Hope you don’t mind? Where’s your nest?”

Eddie reverts to his insomnia-addled mind’s word of the day. “Huh?”

“Your Alpha nest? You do have one, right?”

“I got a bedroom. Erm, how exactly do you know about…?” Steve’s nostrils flare and he follows his nose to Eddie’s little room. Not that it’s exactly hard to find. Eddie’s brain, meanwhile, literally gives up and implodes. He plonks his butt down on the bed and pinches the bridge of his nose. “How do you know I’m an Alpha?”

“I’m an Omega! Had my suspicions since Junior Year.” Steve sniffs a discarded sock—actually kinda inhales it, which is brave—and giggles. “No doubts now. This place is so damn Alpha it might as well sprout fangs. Tho’ it’s not exactly… nesty, is it? I’ve been reading the Snuggle Services Manual. Alphas benefit from nests nearly as much as Omegas.”

“There’s a manual? Should Alphas and Omegas, really… Uuuuuh, does Buckley know?”

“About the manual? Or you still fretting about the Alpha thing? If so, no, I don’t think she knows.” Steve tidies Eddie’s things away into boxes and draws. Eddie usually hates anybody touching his precious horde. He doesn’t mind Steve doing it. Maybe he’s too dog-tired to care. “Betas don’t pick these things up so well.” 

“Is she gonna kill me?”

“Depends.” Steve pauses to lick his lips and they’re all shiny and wet. “Gonna be straight with you—the manual says I shouldn’t snuggle with Alphas till I’m more experienced and learned about contracts and shit. But Robin and Henderson tell me you’re a good dude. So, are you gonna eat me?”

“Wasn’t planning on it.”

“Cool. Robin will be fine. Look, we’re both wearing blockers, right?”  Seriously? How delicious does Steve smell without them? “And you’re taking suppressants?” Eddie nods. “Great. Me too. All we have to do is avoid scenting each other, rubbing any parts together. Now, chill, Eddie. I’m getting stress vibes, and that’s not gonna help. I’ll make this place more nest-like, then we get down to business.”

Steve gets on with ‘nesting’ the place up and pulls more squashed cushions from his knapsack than seems physically possible. Eddie lies on his bed, fingers laced behind his head and watches. Which is fun. Then not fun, when it occurs that ogling Steve’s ass is probably not textbook Snuggle Services behaviour. 

He closes his eyes and breathes Steve in. Damn, Steve’s scent is even more fragrant and sweet tonight than the ‘sleepy honey’ tealights he’s distributing about the place.

Eddie is starting to chill a bit. Then he opens his eyes and mumbles something about not expecting Steve to be into all this domestic baloney.

“Look, I’m an Omega! It’s so annoying that everyone presumes I’m non-traditional, because I’m into sports and shit too.”

 “Sorry, dude.”

“Nah, don’t apologise. I’m sorry for going off on one. Hey, you want a quick shoulder massage?”  That sounds pretty nice. Steve kneels behind him on the bed and gets his thumbs right into Eddie’s super-tense trap muscles. “Honestly, tho’,” sighs Steve, while Eddie leans into the Omega’s touch, which feels incredible. “I reckon I’d love homemaking and nestbuilding if I was Beta or Alpha or whatever.” 

Soon, Eddie’s shoulders are tingling, and when Steve stops the shoulder rub, he almost growls. Instead, he sinks into Steve’s nest of soft fuzzy cushions, intermingled with Eddie’s own bedding. Steve skips off then returns wearing a ridiculously cute pair of Winnie the Pooh PJs, with short lace-trimmed pants that cling to the shallow swell of his hips. He looks so soft and Omega. He’s also displaying a swathe of lickable thigh, and, when he stretches his arms in a yawn, he flashes a hint of creamy tummy.

Gnnnnng. 

How is Eddie supposed to sleep when his inner Alpha is baying for the energy to jump Steve’s bones?

The hot milky drink Steve offers distracts him slightly. “It’s spiced with hops, lavender and a little touch of celia.” Steve explains that celia, which tinges the milk a pretty pink, is a herb that grows wild in the forest. It’s rare, and blends with the hops, cherry and lavender to concoct a deliciously relaxing blend. It all rings a distant bell, actually. Eddie is pretty sure his granny used it for the same reason, and he’d totally forgot. 

He takes a sip. Hops, earth-mint and hints of mysteria blunova tingle against his tastebuds, mixed with the punchy cherry and smoky lavender. He blurts it out before he can stop himself: “Woah! This is delicious. It tastes a little bit like you, Steve.”

Steve beams. “Yeah, that’s what Robin said. It’s one of the reasons I thought this could be a good career move.”

Eddie savors every last drop, including his milk moustache. Finally, Steve mildly scolds him for suggesting music at bedtime. “No way! It’ll spoil our rhythms. You know, breathing and purring and all the sleepy stuff.”

“Ever thought of bringing a whip to these little parties, Mistress?”

Steve smirks: “Wasn’t in the manual.”

They get down to the business of snuggling. Eddie prays to a dozen deities that he won’t get an erection. 

In the event, it goes better than expected.

Steve curls against his side, head tucked beneath Eddie’s chin, and Eddie folds an arm over him, his lightly brushing fingers avoiding any bare flesh. With an Omega this close, Eddie knows he must be perfuming a bit, but Steve is out like a light. Eddie’s nerves settle soon enough. A gentle heat thrums between them, and Steve’s scent, mingled with the sweet smelly candles, makes every breath a comfort.

Robin is right in that Steve isn’t a miracle cure for insomnia. Doesn’t matter. Eddie feels relaxed and sleepy, tho’ when Steve starts snuffling into Eddie’s chest, it’s so damn cute, he pries his heavy eyelids wide to watch.

As Steve’s sleep gets deeper, Eddie’s breaths fall into sync. 

Wow, and Omegas really do purr in their sleep, and it feels freakin’ exquisite.

Eddie drifts off eventually—it’s shallow, but he gets about four hours, which is the best he’s had in a fortnight. He feels refreshed and waking with an Omega burrowed into him plants him immediately in a happy place. Steve is a little disappointed that Eddie didn’t sleep more:

“We should try again,” he says, gathering up his stuff. “Same time tomorrow?”

“You sure I shouldn’t pay you?” asks Eddie, even though it sounds a bit weird. And he literally has no spare cash.

“No way. Look, if I decide to go into this professionally, a reference would be cool.”

“From Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson?”

“Why not? It looks better than from my mom.” Eddie isn’t sure about that. Steve adds, kind of sadly, “At least folk in this town still remember who you are.”

Huh?

Steve comes back the following night, and they hang out and chill before bedtime. Once they’re in the nest, Steve drops off so fast that Eddie’s barely got his arms around him. This time, when Steve snuffles into his chest, Eddie gets a semi. He breathes through it, brushes a thumb, featherlight, across Steve’s cheek, and simply enjoys watching the Omega sleep.

The next night, they talk. More than Eddie’s talked to anybody in a while. Even to Wayne, who’s always ready to make time, tho’ he’s usually exhausted too, from constant nightshifts.

“Why do you keep it a secret?” asks Steve, as Eddie sips some silky-luscious cream-topped hot chocolate that Steve has mixed with the sleepy herbs.

“Huh?” Eddie’s tired head is back in default mode, stuffed with cotton wool.

“Being an Alpha, dude.”

Oh right. He licks the cream from his lips, plops his mug down on the floor besides the beanbag they’re snuggling on.

“I like being a ‘freak’ for my sweet tatties and totally metal hair. Or what counts for it these days.” 

He scrunches the lank mess. 

Steve—with what might’ve been an excited squeak—moves around the back of the beanbag and starts brushing Eddie’s hair. It’s the second time he’s done this, and it feels amazing, even the snags and tugs. Scratch that, especially the snags and tugs. How the heck does Steve do it without any sting? 

Eddie forces his mind onto the matter in hand. “I don’t wanna be infamous for what I can do with my dick. Besides, my old man was an Alpha. The whole Hawkins pack would assume more than ever that I was his clone. Chief Alpha Hopper would either dump my ass in jail or run me outta town.”

Steve hisses sympathetically. He rubs circles on Eddie’s scalp, scratching lightly with his nails. It feels so good Eddie’s toes curl.

“I get that,” says Steve. “I’m happy you can wait till the time is right.  Honestly, I wanted to curl in a corner and die of humiliation for six months after I outed myself. You learn to roll with it.”

Eddie’s grimace is heartfelt: “Sorry.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m a coward?”

“Don’t be dumb.” And he’s halfway into Eddie’s lap again, cheek nestling above Eddie’s heart, offering a soul-warming, full-body hug. “You’ve been on your own since you were a kid. You’ve had Wayne, but it’s been tough. Alphas need to be looked after too. You know, learn to trust.” 

He gives a sudden brittle laugh.

“Steve?”

“Oh, it’s kinda funny. Me spouting this shit like I’m some kind of authority. My parents trust me a bit too much. I mean, since I presented... they’re like… out of town. Permanently.”

“Wow.” Eddie tentatively moves to pet Steve’s hair, and Steve lets out a long, shuddering sigh.

“They don’t say it out loud, but… I’m pretty sure it’s because I shamed them. It’s all right. I got people I trust. Robin, Dustin... and... erm, others.”

Eddie’s heart gives a sharp squeeze. Everyone knew the story of the fall of King Steve. He supposed—like everyone else, probably—that Steve still had a bunch of people around him to help pick up the pieces. Now, he doesn’t know what to say. He tries, “Do you count the town’s most closeted Alpha freak among that body of worthies?” 

“Sure. I trusted you super-quick, didn’t I? Besides, you’re really not that freakish, certainly not in a bad way. Sssssh, don’t worry, I won’t ‘out’ you on that either.” Steve’s giggle warms up again. His arms tighten around Eddie, whose cheek finds Steve’s hair. 

He loses himself in the cuddle.

Okay, his dick twitches with interest as Steve sprawls fully on top of him, weight pressuring into Eddie’s lap. He tries to ignore it. 

After a week, sleeping with Steve is pretty routine. Steve’s stopped taking his cushions home at night. The nest is basically nested in. They even begin listening to music before lights out—psychedelic Pink Floyd, mainly, which is about as mellow as Eddie gets. He still takes hours to drop off, while Steve is quick as ever. Having a soft purry Omega in his arms is almost as good as sleep anyhow, as is having a proper nest swaddled around him. Soon Eddie is pushing the six-hour mark.

He ‘outs’ himself to Gareth and the guys. Gareth rolls his eyes and mumbles, “We know. Took your sweet time, asshole.”

He grovels for forgiveness in a truly un-Alpha fashion, and Jeff flips the bird then offers a chummy hug. It feels so good not having to hide from his best buds.

When Steve massages his shoulders that night, he notices that Eddie’s “loosened up something wild. You finally spilled? Go Eddie!”

The next few days, Eddie grins broadly at everyone he passes in the street, flashing his Alpha fangs. He’s gotten his swagger back. The ‘freak’ is out and proud and back in business. Hopper doesn’t hound him out of town. He hands Eddie an application form for the police force, which is plain baffling.

That weekend, there’s a strange tartness to Steve’s scent. Eddie’s nostrils flare, concern sparking in his gut. He offers Steve a shoulder rub, and after a bit of squirming, Steve accepts, and following some gentle persuasion, he opens up.

His parents made a flying visit. They didn’t notice that the sheets on Steve’s bed were covered in dust. Nor noticed or cared that Steve left the house after an awkward dinner and never came home again. When he returned in the morning, they were gone.

Eddie pulls Steve into his lap and clasps him to his chest. His hand rubs soothing circles across Steve’s hip and lower back, and he inhales, exhales, deep and even, coaxing Steve’s choppier than usual breaths into rhythm with his.

 When Steve gets sleepy, he carries the Omega to the nest.

The Omega who loves to care for people, and yet is barely noticed by the wider pack, and has no family around to care for him.

The Omega who radiates relaxation and sweetness all rolled up into a bundle of sexy yum, with big hazel-brown eyes that’d soothe anybody’s soul.

Eddie blankets himself around Steve, so desperate to console the Omega that he’s suddenly worried he’s squishing him. He loosens his hold slightly. Steve sighs, rolls over in the circle of Eddie’s arms, and buries his face hilariously close to Eddie’s sweaty pit. Eddie cackles softly.

Nuzzling straight into the pit? Fucking brave. How could anybody of any designation not want to build a nest around Steve? 

That night, Eddie starts having wildly lucid dreams about domestic bliss with Steve. The dreams soon become as routine as sleeping together.

In Eddie’s slumbers, they’ve gotten their own little Winnebago, and they’re building a truly family-sized nest in it, woven with all their favorite things. They’re baking together too, starting with banoffee pie, which is Eddie’s top fave dessert, tho’ they develop quite the repertoire—cookies, muffins, chocolate brownies, blueberry pancakes. 

Nothing sexual happens, thank the Gods of Metal. Unless you count the dream where Eddie buys Steve a pair of fuzzy bear slippers to match his cute lacy PJs. He kneels before his… the… Omega to slide them on and might’ve planted a light peck on Steve’s ankle. Okay, his inner thigh. Either way, a slight case of morning wood is inevitable when Eddie wakes with Steve, so he’s relieved things don’t get more raunchy than that. 

The last thing he wants is a raging boner.

Then they kiss.

It is definitely part of the dream. They’re cooking in their stupidly cramped little kitchen, and suddenly Steve is nuzzling up his throat, rubbing and scenting, and his soft snuffles and purrs are too darn much. Eddie gently rests his hand on Steve’s head, holding him in place, no pressure. Eddie’s thumb toys with the hair at Steve’s nape, while Steve’s mouth drifts ever upward.

Then his lips capture Steve’s for a slow, lazy kiss. He licks the seam of Steve’s mouth. Steve opens for him, sliding his tongue slickly and sweetly against Eddie’s. The kiss tastes amazing. Not of the key-lime pie they were baking in the dream, but of lavender, hops and celia—the herbs in those amazing milky drinks Steve makes—and a hint of Eddie’s freshly cut grass and leather.

Too delicious. Too much. Too darn hot.

Eddie growls into the kiss like a ravenous grizzly, his every fiber heating and hardening. He wants Steve so bad, and not only to fuck him. They’re lightyears beyond that, and he moves his mouth to Steve’s neck. The Omega vibrates with irresistible little purrs, mewling with need for...

Eddie wakes up. 

Eddie’s got Steve clamped against his side, pretty much trapped there. Steve’s gotten one bare leg hitched up, spreading himself, and Eddie’s hand is wrapped, claw-like, around Steve’s thigh. The Omega’s chin is wedged on Eddie’s shoulder, his face tipped up. Their mouths are so close the air between them is moist with their fast, panted breaths. 

Steve doesn’t look scared or angry, only pink-cheeked and sleepily confused, blinking mussed hair from his eyes.

It’s a look Eddie’s grown to adore.

Their mingled scents are so thick Eddie could chew on them.

And he’s so freakin’ hard he’s concerned he’s gonna pop a knot.

He releases Steve so abruptly the Omega squeaks and rolls out of the nest, taking half the cushions with him.

“Shit! Sorry!”

He helps Steve up off the floor, then leaves him sitting on the edge of the bed. Eddie backs toward the door.

“What’s wrong?” asks Steve, nervously fingering his not-quite-kissed mouth.

“Uh… I don’t think what I nearly just did was in your Snuggle Services manual.”

“Oh.” Steve bites the bottom lip that Eddie is ravenous for. Sucks it in a way that makes his dick waaaay too interested.

“Sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.” Eddie stomps off to the kitchen. Glancing at the clock, he realizes he’s had eight hours of undiluted sleep. 

Christ, he needs strong coffee and a cold shower. 

“What the heck are you sorry about?” asks Steve, hurrying after him. “You wanted it, right? You wanted to kiss me?” There’s a little wobble in Steve’s voice, something fragile that punches Eddie right in the solar plexus. “I wanted it, Eddie. I guess I should be the sorry one. We’ve been dream-sharing for days now.”

“Dream-sharing?  Is that a thing?”

“Jesus, you’re clueless!” Steve tosses his arms up in despair. “Look, that is in the manual. Alphas and Omegas dream-share a lot. Normally, when they’re mated, but not always, and, you know, all the homemaking and nesting and stuff. Our… Um, I mean, the nest. It’s not necessarily a tentative mating bond thing between us. Simply suggests you’re ready to… you know… settle down. With somebody. Doesn’t have to be me.”

Eddie buries all eight fingers deep in his insanely messy hair, feels the blood throb in his temples. He isn’t ready for this. Building a nest to aid relaxation is one thing. Actually nesting? No way. Then, after about ten seconds of earth-shattering, soul-searching silence, he realizes he is ready. 

To nest with Steve.

The tug in his heart towards this Omega is epic. Has been for weeks.

He's never wanted anything more in his life. 

Steve is starting to huddle into himself, arms hooking around his ribs, eyes large and liquid. Eddie’s surge of protective vibes is a stronger wake-up call than any coffee, and he hopes Steve’s senses it.

He sees Steve, properly sees him, and it feels like he’s woken up from the longest sleep ever. An Omega obsessed with looking after people, even Alphas. An Omega so desperate to help and connect and belong that he offers no-strings-attached Snuggle Services.

For free.

He built Eddie a nest. He offered to look after Eddie, when they weren’t even friends. Now, he wants Eddie to be the one looking after him.

It’s so freakin’ special. Eddie feels the hot push of tears in his throat and eyes.

“Yeah, I wanted to kiss you, Steve,” he says, slowly edging forward. The idea of rejecting Steve… Wow, it makes him feel physically sick. “You’re quite sure you wanted it?”

“Jesus, how many times? Please, Eddie. Please want me. Please, please, please be my Alpha.”

“Don’t beg, Baby. You never have to beg.” It’s the closest Eddie has ever come to an Alpha bark.

Steve flies into Eddie’s opening arms, and they scent each other properly. Kisses happen for real, and a ton of running fingers through hair, and then plenty of bumping and grinding against the sink. Steve’s fists ball in Eddie’s t-shirt and cling. Eddie lifts him onto the kitchen counter without breaking a kiss, and slides between his legs. Soon, they’re gasping, sobbing and laughing, literally as one.

That evening, they go on their first date. Steve admits he doesn’t think he could ever want to snuggle with anybody other than Eddie again. Which is fortunate, because Eddie admits he’d probably die of jealousy or possibly rip Steve’s Snuggle Services clients’ throats out. They leave the bar early, to get back to Eddie’s and start to make their dreams reality.

Their fingers twine together as they knead the pastry. The banoffee pie is the best Eddie’s tasted, especially when he’s licking the cream filling from the corner of Steve’s mouth. They dream out loud about owning their own little Winnebago one day, about filling it with pups.

They go back to their nest.

Neither of them gets much sleep.

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my steddie fic on AO3

zero pressure tag @wheneverfeasible

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Now Or Never

steddie | omegaverse | 15k words | explicit

Steve never planned to be a virgin at forty years old. It just sort of… happened.

-this a late submission for two different events!

@domeddieweek: Daddy Dom

@stmarchmm: Day 15 First Time/First Kiss, Day 18 Knotting, Day 26 Later in Life

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oops apparently i forgot to actually post or queue this up so it's now way more than just a few days late but here's my entry for

@stmarchmm day eight: pregnancy

a heavily pregnant omega Eddie Munson for the August issue of Omega Fair, from the 90s supermodel omegaverse au i collaborated on with @whataboutthefish for steddie bang 2023 💘 we both still regularly think about them and i have so much research and references left unused for it that i will be returning to it again ✨

READ HERE / Master Post

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March Mating Madness wrapup :)

now that @stmarchmm has wrapped up, my wife suggested I put together a wrap-up post for the 88 thousand words I wrote 😳 I don't know what happened either, other than that when I did @steddie-spooktober some of those prompts hit me as capable of being fun and silly (and short), but with the March Mating Madness prompts I got a lot more ideas that were complicated and needed more worldbuilding. (The blessing and curse of Omegaverse, I suppose.) I used the dead dove tag for the first time. Very few of my fics were under 2k and the shortest was 1014. (Even among the ones that were plain smut, at least one of those was over 4k lololol.) So! In the order they were posted, these are my favorite things that I ended up writing 🥰 (Mind the ratings and tags when you click through of course, the aforementioned dead dove fic is here.) Anything for Love, in which Eddie is questioned after (accidentally...) killing Billy Charmed, in which Steve collars Eddie. They're not dating. Outside Looking In, in which Steve's mother Deborah contemplates her life (and Steve is there to inspire her and support her through new choices)

The three fics of the Alpha Lady series, in which Steve and Eddie set up Robin and Chrissy The Munson Home for Wayward Omegas, in which Wayne and Eddie help Omegas get out of bad domestic situations, and Steve and his pup need their services Ice Cweam, in which Eddie and Steve welcome their second child Worth It, in which Dustin is Steve's son, and when he wants to learn to play D&D, they meet Eddie. (Steve and Eddie are both near 40, featuring lots of Dustin sass) Sterling, in which Steve's parents kidnap him away from Eddie and have his mating bite surgically removed. Things are real sad before they get happy, but they do get very happy 🩵

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Crescendo

steddie omegaverse | kid fic | rated: T | 9.7k words

Steve is trying desperately to keep it together for the sake of his daughter. Ever since his mate died, neither one of them has smiled very much.

Eddie, an elementary school music teacher, sees a lonely pup in need of a friend and a beautiful omega longing to be cared for again.

They learn to make new music together.

This is also a late submission for @stmarchmm : Day 22 Pups/Children, Day 25 Scentmates/Soulmates, and Day 28 Broken Mating Bond!

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March Mating Madness

Day 22: Kids/Children

I Know You

Ao3 Link

This is a part of the Tell Me ‘verse! It’s set after “Love (You Deserve It)”.

Steve likes to think that by the time Amy starts school, he’s generally gotten the hang of being a mother. He knows his kids’ personalities, their likes and dislikes, and generally is decent at running a household.

It’s why he brings all four of his pups, ranging from seven years to seven months old, to the grocery store.

He’s a third of the way through the list when Amy, hanging on the front of the cart, leans over, pressing her chest into the edge of the cart. “Mama?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Can I help?”

Steve smiles at her. “Sure. We need bread, eggs, milk, oatmeal, peanut butter, jelly, and honey still. What do you want to get?”

She hums, leaning back then forward again, rocking herself as she thinks. With an impish grin, she asks, “Can I get chocolate?”

Steve grins back at her. “Do I look like Daddy to you?” He asks, putting his hands on his hips.

Amy crosses a lock of hair over her mouth in a total Eddie move as she nods.

Steve laughs, shaking his head. “No chocolate today,” he tells her. “You can pick something from the list, or you can stay with me.”

Amy thinks again. “Bread?” She asks. “I know where that is.”

“Okay. Do you know where the milk is?”

“Uh-huh!”

“Come find me there when you get the bread, okay? Do you know what kind of bread we get?”

“Uh-huh!” She says again. “‘S brown.”

Steve thinks. The packaging is, indeed, brown. “That’s exactly right, baby.” He gives her a high-five. “Okay, go get the bread, and find me at the milk. Okay?”

“Okay,” she agrees, and races off.

Steve takes his time heading over to the milk. He heads one aisle over for peanut butter, jelly, and honey, then crosses over to the refrigerated section.

A minute later, Amy comes running up, holding a loaf of bread in both her hands. “Here you go, Mama!”

“Thank you, baby,” Steve tells her. “Can you give it to Liam and Liza? They’re organizing the cart for us. Aren’t they doing a great job?”

Amy peers into the cart. “Uh-huh,” she says dubiously.

The twins are doing something with the items in the cart. Steve doesn’t know what, but they clearly have a system, because the bread immediately goes next to the milk and bell peppers.

Amy bounces excitedly on her toes. “Can I get somethin’ else, Mama?”

Steve scans the list. “Do you know where the oatmeal is?”

She shakes her head.

“Do you know where the cereal is?”

“Yeah!”

“It’s in the same aisle. Do you think you can find the oatmeal for me?”

“Okay!”

“I’ll be by the eggs. See right down there?” He points down the aisle, where a sign is hung.

“Okay!” She says again, and runs off.

A beta woman passing by scoffs. “You know we banned child labor nearly sixty years ago.”

Steve blinks at her. “Okay?”

She gestures towards where Amy had just run off. “And you’ve got your child working for you? What, does she cook and do the taxes at home, too?”

Steve takes a step back. Brings the entire cart with him. “She likes it,” he defends. “She asked to help-”

The woman scoffs again. “No child likes working. What, are you bribing her? Paying her?”

Steve takes two deep breaths. Glances behind him, notices Amy running out of the cereal aisle, oatmeal clutched in her hands.

“Have a nice day,” he tells the woman, turning around and navigating to the eggs.

Behind him, the woman scoffs once more. “Some kind of mother you are,” she says.

Ezra begins to whine.

Steve stuffs his scent down, calms Ezra, and grabs the eggs.

Amy carefully hands the twins the oatmeal, which gets carefully placed by the boxed mac and cheese.

“What else, Mama?” Amy asks eagerly.

He schools his expression, smiles at her. “That’s it, baby. That’s the rest of the list. Thank you very much for your help.”

“You’re welcome,” she chirps, hopping onto the front of the cart again. “Onward!” She yells, one fist up in the air. It’s such a classic Eddie move that Steve can’t help but smile.

He’s pulling his cart through the checkout when an older man comes up to the cart and starts cooing at Ezra. “Hello, young man,” he tells Ezra, tickling his stomach and feet. “You’re such a handsome boy already. You’re gonna be a heartbreaker, aren’t you?”

Steve’s stomach twists. “Excuse me, sir,” he says, hating the way his voice comes out hesitant and uncertain. “Please don’t touch my pup. And please don’t say those things about him.”

The man frowns at Steve. “You should learn to respect your elders,” he lectures Steve. “I did nothing wrong and I said nothing wrong. I’m allowed to look at him and I’m allowed to talk to him. This is America, boy, the land of the free. It’s time you learn that.”

Steve doesn’t say anything, just pulls the cart around to his other side, keeps his head down as he finishes checking out. The young beta girl checking him out smiles apologetically, then glares at the older man. “Next!” She yells, winking at Steve when the man immediately begins berating her.

He gets his pups and all the groceries in the van, mind racing as the engine roars to life. The van is old, Eddie’s from before they ever really knew each other. It runs, but how much longer will it run? Will it die one day, leaving Steve and his pups stranded until a pack member can come rescue them?

Is Steve a bad mom?

He gets home, unloads first the pups then the groceries, and places all the bags on the kitchen counter with a sigh.

He’s quiet for a minute, categorizing the sounds. Amy’s playing with Ezra in the living room. Further in the house, Liam and Liza are playing in their room.

Their bedroom door creaks open then shut, and Steve turns to look at the clock. Eddie’s home, and has been for close to half an hour, and here Steve is with no meal ready, on the verge of a breakdown.

He gets a pot of water on the stove, grabbing two boxes of Hamburger Helper and opening them so they’re ready when the water is.

Eddie greets the twins then moves on to the living room. While he’s in there, Amy bursts into the kitchen, giggling madly, and dashes to the freezer. She sticks her hands on a bag of vegetables for a full minute as Steve looks on, wondering if he should stop her.

Just as he gets worried about some kind of frostbite, Amy shuts the door. A second later, Eddie appears in the doorway. “Daddy!” She cheers. “Daddy, feel my hands!”

Eddie crouches down, grabs her hands, and puts them on his face. He immediately shrieks and falls backwards as Amy erupts into laughter. “You’re an icicle!” He tells her. “A snowman! A- a pupcicle!”

Amy giggles more and dances around the room. “I gotchu, Daddy, I gotchu!”

“You certainly did, little bird,” he agrees, also laughing as he scoops her up into a hug, standing and nuzzling at her neck. She shrieks in laughter again, running off when Eddie lets her go.

His smile turns from teasing to soft as he looks at Steve. “Hi, darlin’.”

“Hi, Eddie. Dinner’ll be ready in just a few minutes.”

Eddie shrugs, rounding the island to pull him into a hug. “I’m not worried. You went to the store?”

“Mhm.”

“With all five kids?”

Steve smiles into Eddie’s neck. “Four.”

“Five.” Eddie gently pokes Steve’s stomach, swelling larger every day the closer he gets to full term. “I think you’re a superhero.”

Tucked safely in his Alpha’s neck, Steve breaks. The tears start off quiet, but as Eddie tightens his arms around Steve’s waist, a sob rips out.

“‘Mega,” Eddie rumbles soothingly. “What’s goin’ on?”

“Alpha,” Steve answers tremulously. “‘M I a bad mom?”

Eddie freezes for a second, then turns off the stove and taps Steve’s thighs. “Hop up, baby.”

Steve does, wrapping his legs around Eddie’s waist, trusting his Alpha to do what’s best for him.

He gets moved through a few rooms before Eddie lays down with him. The smell of pack surrounds him, and he vaguely recognizes they’re in his nest.

He pulls back, whining as he looks at the door. “Dinner-”

“Will be there later,” Eddie soothes. “You’re my first priority, baby. I could never eat again as long as you’re happy. And as long as you’re unhappy, I can’t eat.” He runs a thumb over Steve’s cheek. “Talk to me, omega. Why’re these thoughts in your head?”

Steve explains what had transpired at the store. “And I know I’m probably being dramatic and hormonal and reading into things and generally not being logical,” he says in a rush at the end. “But then we got home, and you were home, and you’d been home for a while, and dinner wasn’t even started yet-”

“And your head got mean again,” Eddie realizes.

Steve nods. “And I was driving the van and I kept thinking, like- it’s old, what if it breaks down, what if the pups and I are stranded until pack can pick us up, if they can, and what if we’re stuck for hours, and I forget the diaper bag, and-” his breathing stutters off into another sob, and Eddie pulls him in again.

“Baby,” Eddie murmurs, petting a hand over Steve’s hair.

“I can tell you unequivocally, undoubtedly, with complete certainty, that you are not a bad mom.” He pets Steve’s hair again. “We can look for another car, okay? One that runs great, that has room for all of us. But I need you to hear me on this next bit, okay? Are you listening?”

Steve sniffles. “Mhm.”

“Those people that came up to you today. They’re in the same group as the Harringtons. And what do we Munsons say to that? To them?”

Steve giggles wetly. “Fuck ‘em.”

Eddie hums. “I don’t think I heard you, baby. What do we say to them?”

Steve kisses Eddie’s throat, pulls back to look at him. “Tell me?”

“I love you,” Eddie immediately answers. “More than anything.”

“Even though dinner’s not ready?”

“Even though dinner’s not ready. Even though you get mad at me when I leave my D&D stuff out, or when a session goes long. Even though sometimes you change your mind mid-sex. Even though the little gremlin you’re growing makes you turn on a dime sometimes.” He kisses Steve’s forehead. “I love you for all those reasons. Not despite all those reasons.”

“How?”

“Dinner’s not ready because you took it upon yourself to go, with our five pups, to the grocery store. Everyone’s happy and healthy. The D&D stuff is a choking hazard, and I know that, and I’m working on it, but sometimes my brain flits over it, and I love you for reminding me to keep our pups safe. When the session goes long, because how could I ever not love the fact that you love me? That you chose me, and keep choosing me. To comfort you, to love you, to cherish and adore you. When you change your mind mid-sex, and decide you actually don’t want sex tonight, because it means you feel safe enough with me to voice your desires.” He smoothes a hand over Steve’s swollen stomach. “And I love everything to do with this. How could I not? It’s a physical representation of the love, time, and effort we put into our relationship.” He grins at Steve. “Especially you, since you’re the one growing the damn kid.”

“You’re a fucking sap,” Steve informs him, through tears turned happy. “What the fuck.”

Eddie grins, kisses Steve even though he’s blubbering all over himself. “I love you.”

“I- of course I love you, Eds, I just- I don’t have the words-”

Eddie pulls him closer. “What have I told you about the words, darling? I don’t need them. I see it. In everything you do for our family. In the smile you use on our pups. In the way you fully relax with me in a way I haven’t seen you do with anyone else, bar maybe Robin.” Steve giggles. “I see your love in everything you do, baby. I don’t ever need to hear it if you don’t ever want to say it.”

“But I do!”

“And I’ll gladly listen to you a thousand times over,” Eddie promises him. “I just don’t need it to know you love me.”

Steve turns big sad eyes on Eddie. “What does it mean about me, that I do need it?”

Eddie pecks Steve’s nose. “It means we’re different people, baby. I don’t need you to say it because I feel it when you exhibit it.” He snickers. “I mean, a shrink would probably have something to say about the Harringtons, but-” he laughs loudly as Steve makes a face and pushes him away. “No, baby, y’know what it means? For real?”

Steve regards him with wary eyes. “What?”

“That we were meant for each other. Because I will never get enough of telling you how much I love you. You can never ask me so many times that I get tired of it.”

Steve narrows his eyes. “Tell me.”

“I love you.”

“Tell me.”

“I love you.”

“Tell me.”

“I love you.”

“Tell me.”

Eddie breaks into giggles. “I love you.”

Steve breaks too, laughing into Eddie’s chest. “God, but I love you,” he murmurs quietly, and Eddie’s chest swells.

After a few minutes of quiet, the door creaks open. “Shh,” Eddie immediately stage-whispers, “pretend we’re asleep!” He flops down and immediately snores loudly, causing Amy to giggle.

“Daddy, I know you’re awake!” She jumps on the bed and scrambles over Steve, careful around his stomach, to land firmly on Eddie’s side.

The breath punches out of him in a whoosh as he opens his eyes on a laugh. “Can’t trick you, huh?”

“Nuh-uh!” Amy agrees. “I’m too smart!”

Eddie laughs again, pulls her down into the beginnings of a puppy pile, nestling her between himself and Steve. “That you are, little bird.” He nuzzles her nose with his own, then pulls away with a smile. “What did you come in here for?”

“Oh!” Amy scrambles to sit up, cross-legged as she faces Eddie. “I’m hungry.”

“Hmm,” Eddie says, “I am, too. You know what sounds really good to me?”

“What?”

“Amy!” He pulls her down on top of himself, then rolls away from Steve, keeping him safe from flailing limbs as he pretends to bite at her neck and shoulders.

She shrieks and squirms, trying to get away, finally succeeding when her knee lands a little too close to comfort. Eddie stops tickling her and sits them both up, setting Amy on her feet on the ground. “Can you do something for me?”

“Uh-huh!”

“Go get Ezra, and tell Liam and Liza to come in here. Mama needs a puppy pile, ‘kay?”

“Okay!” Amy agrees happily, racing out of the room.

Eddie rolls over to face Steve again, catching sight of the unhappy expression he knew Steve would be making. “Baby.”

“I should have made dinner.”

“Baby.”

“I should’ve- I was fine, I should’ve-”

“Omega,” Eddie rumbles, halfway to a command. Steve looks at him, wide-eyed. “You should’ve done exactly what you did, baby. You needed something, and it’s my job as your Alpha, and as the man in love with you, to fulfill that need. Now I have, and now the pups are gonna come in here and they’re gonna remind you why the little bundle of hormones inside of you is worth it, and I’m gonna call Paul’s.”

Steve narrows his eyes. “Paul’s doesn’t deliver.”

Eddie smirks. “They do when Paul himself needs help with his car, and yours truly fixes it up for him in half the expected amount of time.”

“You’re gonna call in a favor on delivery?”

“Baby. Tell me with a straight face you’d be okay with eating Marco’s, and I’ll get them on the phone right now.”

Steve makes a face. Marco’s used to be fine, but ever since Steve got pregnant the tomato sauce that they use on their pizzas makes him feel sick. “But-”

“Hey.” Eddie kisses his forehead. “What am I here for, if not to make your life as easy as possible? As happy as possible? There’s no greater reason for me to call in a favor than to make you happy.” He clasps Steve’s hands tight to his chest. “I love you so deeply, so fully and completely, that everything else pales in comparison. I’ve found a million ways to tell you I love you and it’ll be my absolute joy to find two million more. It won’t even be hard, baby. Loving you is the easiest thing I’ve ever done, today and every day.”

Steve stares at him for a minute. “Okay. Go order Paul’s. You’re gonna make me cry if you keep going and I don’t want to cry more.”

Eddie chuckles, leans in and catches Steve’s lips in a sweet, heady kiss. “Soon as the pups are back,” he murmurs. “I know you, my love. And I know how you get when you’re left alone and your mind’s bein’ mean to you.” He draws one of Steve’s hands up, brushes his lips lightly across his knuckles. “Now let’s get you situated for the puppy pile. You want to hold Ezra?”

They get situated, and a minute later Amy appears in the doorway, this time carrying Ezra and followed by Liam and Liza. “Puppy pile, puppy pile, puppy pile!” They chant as they march into the room and scramble onto the bed. Ezra is placed gently into Steve’s arms. Amy wraps herself around one of his legs, snuggling into his stomach. Liam lays on the shoulder Ezra isn’t on, and Liza is just under him, her head also on Steve’s stomach.

Eddie winks at his mate and goes to make the call. He finishes up quickly and heads back to his room, stopping in the doorway and taking in the sight.

Ezra is falling asleep, which means it’ll be hell to put him to bed later. Eddie makes a mental note to take over bedtime. Liza’s head has migrated to Steve’s chest, and her forehead is touching Liam’s. They’re babbling about something, and Amy’s giggling, rubbing a hand over Steve’s stomach, where their fifth is kicking.

Steve, his wonderful, beautiful mate, has his eyes closed. His right hand is intertwined with Liam and Liza’s, and his left is holding Ezra steady. As Eddie watches, Steve inhales a full breath and releases it on a sigh, slotting his eyes open just enough to see Eddie in the doorway. “Alpha,” he murmurs. “Come join us.”

“Gladly,” Eddie agrees, claiming his place behind Steve’s left side, offering Ezra more support so he can take Steve’s hand where it’s now lying lax on Ezra’s back.

“How’d you know I wanted pizza?” Steve murmurs in a slow question, eyes fighting to stay open.

Eddie smiles, presses his lips to Steve’s temple. “Because I know you, my love. Inside and out. Go to sleep; I’ll take care of everything tonight.”

With a smile and another sigh, Steve does.

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Alterations

Rating: T Pairing: Steddie Word count: 2362 @stmarchmm prompt: marking/biting Summary:

Eddie pretended that all his ink was deeply meaningful, but it wasn't really, or at least it hadn't been at first. When he'd gotten his first tattoo, he'd just given some cash to a Forest Hills neighbor who'd bought a tattoo gun and wanted to practice. He was cheap, and didn't bother with details like getting IDs. That was good, since Eddie still had a few more weeks to go until he was sixteen. Eddie picked a black widow spider from among Razor's drawings because it looked cool and badass—and he desperately needed to look more badass. Freshman year had been unkind to that point, and he was pretty sure things would be better if people were scared of him. A tattoo was going to be quicker than presenting—and he couldn't just force himself to present as an Alpha.

Tags: Omega Verse, Marking, Mating Bites, Tattoos, underage tattoos, Unsafe tattoos, Dialogue Light read on AO3

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For day 24 and 31's prompt, beta/omega and marking/biting for @stmarchmm !!

Take A Sailor Home

Ship: Buckleway | WC 2,813 | CW none | Rating Explicit | Read on AO3

Robin sighed as she finished ringing out the last customer at the parlor, finally glad the large group of kids were gone with all the racket they were making.

"You owe me," she seethed as Steve came out of the back.

Rolling his eyes he countered, "it's not my fault they came in after I started my break."

"You still could've come out to help," she argued squinting at him. He just waggled his finger no at her as she huffed. Leaning against the glass she asked, teasing, "are you gonna go to the pool anytime? To see your alpha?"

He threw a look her way, answering the beta, "yeah as a matter of fact. Why, want me to say hi to your omega for you while I'm there?"

Rolling her eyes and breathing exasperatedly she said, "I don't have an omega, thank you."

Humming for a second he countered just as quick, "I dunno, you seem to give Heather lovey eyes a little more than you think."

"Oh shut up I do not," Robin insisted, pausing before she asked, "do I really?"

Vocalizing as he thought, the omega told her, "I mean a little, I don't know if she noticed or anything though."

"Do you think Billy would know?" she immediately asked.

Shrugging nonchalantly, Steve muttered, "probably yeah." Looking over to the beta he said, "you want me to ask?"

Heavily exhaling she shifted her eyes around in thought before she finally answered, "yeah but don't make it obvious or anything. Ask if she likes anyone maybe."

The omega nodded his head in agreeance mumbling about how he would next time he saw the alpha when footsteps entered the shop. Huffing as she turned to greet whoever entered, about to fake some nice voice when she nearly choked on her spit on who it was.

Lo and behold it was the very same omega that they were just talking about, Heather. Standing there, the omega was wearing something other than the usual lifeguard outfit she was always sporting at the pool, instead wearing jeans with a big design buckled belt, a red spaghetti strap with a sheer button up. Robin swallowed around the lump in her throat as she did the usual greeting.

She stared as the omega just stood there chewing her gum, surveying the selection.

Finally she just gestured into a direction towards one of the flavors, asking for a cone with a regular chocolate scoop.

As she handed the ice cream over to her, Heather let their hands brush together and asked, "when do you get off work?"

That caught her off guard, her mind blanking before she managed to stutter out the time.

Trying to keep the nervousness out of her voice Robin questioned, "why?"

"What you're gonna tell me you're not interested?" the omega remarked, asking it like Robin was being stupid for even asking. "You're not as slick as you think you are but it's okay. Meet me back at my place after work," she told her, giving the ice cream a lick as she did.

Then without saying anything else she turned on her heels and left, leaving the beta standing there reeling.

"Guess you found your answer huh," Steve said smiling, getting a flustered, "shut up dingus," from the beta.

After that, anticipating being alone with the omega, Robin started cleaning up whatever she could early so she could leave as soon as she could. Every single time someone came in and sat where she just cleaned instead of leaving she internally groaned, impatient to get going.

Sighing after the last person finally left, she rushed to clean her half while Steve cleaned his half. Getting the hint that Robin wanted to get the hell out of there, the omega cleaned his section quickly as well, the two finishing up in no time.

The beta stood outside the entrance, leaning against the wall while the omega closed up the shop, pushing off it when she saw he was done. Both of them strolled all the way to Steve's car, and he drove her all the way to the omega's house, parking by the curb.

He watched as she got out of the car thanking him before he said, "lemme know how it goes." Robin walked up the steps to the front door, knocking on it and anxiously waiting for it to open. She nearly took a step back as it swung open and there stood Heather changed out of her outfit from earlier and into what the beta had to presume was her pajamas, being a soft silken rose gold shorts with lace and a matching spaghetti strap.

Keeping her eyes trained on the omega's face, she had to try to fight the urge to look down at the cleavage peeking through or the way she could so easily see her nipples poking through the thin fabric. Stepping aside, Heather let her in, stalking around her as she watched her toe off her shoes.

"You hungry? I ordered us a pizza," the omega said, looking her up and down before she left, leading the way to the kitchen. Robin quickly chased after her, following behind as she was led to a fancy looking kitchen.

A plate was handed her way and she opened the box to find a regular pepperoni pizza. "Grab as much as you want I don't care," Heather told her, reaching into the fridge and retrieving a soda. Glancing over to the beta she asked, "want anything to drink?"

Swallowing thickly as she tried not to stare at the generous amount of side boob Heather was flaunting she just nodded, answering, "just a water is fine."

Leaning an arm against the fridge door, the omega questioned with a raised eyebrow, "are you sure? You can have a soda, come look if you want."

Just following what she asked, Robin went over, peeking into the fridge and grabbed a soda out of there as well. After that the pair filled up their plates with pizza slices before Heather headed off again, peering behind her to say "come on," and actually waited this time for the beta to follow.

They trotted up the steps into a room that smelled heavily of the omega, her bedroom if the beta was to guess. Heather set her stuff down by the foot of the bed, tapping the sheets and looking at Robin, inviting her to sit.

She followed, watching as Heather bent over showing off creamy soft thighs and just the very edge of her ass as she plucked some vhs tapes up. Robin felt a blush bloom over her face at the sight, only getting distracted when the omega heavily exhaled.

The omega shuffled through them until she finally spoke up, "I just got the newest Friday the 13th movie if you're fine with that."

"Yeah that's good with me," the beta lied, keeping a close eye as the omega popped the movie into the tape player sitting on top of the tv. Technically Robin wasn'tt actually that fond of slasher movies but she wasn't about to admit that to the omega.

Once it was in she crawled onto the bed, sitting knee to knee with Robin. Having the omega sit so close to her had the beta's face heating and heart speeding up. They started eating their pizza as the previews began, flashing outdated movies that were upcoming when it was first released.

"When'd you first notice I kept looking at you?" Robin asked as it started playing the very beginning.

Swallowing her bite, "awhile ago. Thought you had a problem or something until I realized every time I looked over at you, you'd look away while blushing. Then I realized it was something else," she said, giving the beta a look.

At her words, a slow flush bled across the beta's face, she never realized she was that obvious.

Chuckling, the omega consoled her, "don't worry Birdie, it's cute. I like it." That got a small giggle from Robin, knowing at least she didn't find it off-putting, she seemed to find it more endearing than anything else.

Keeping them from having any awkward silence, or lettimg the beta overthink anything the omega started up another conversation, asking, "have you ever seen any of these movies?"

Shaking her head the beta told her, "no, not really my thing. Much more of a musical or comedy type of guy."

Immediately without skipping a beat Heather teased, "oh yeah? Why'd you just let me turn this on then?"

Almost stuttering for a second Robin replied, "well you wanted to watch it-" only to be interrupted by the omega laughing.

"I'm just messing with you. Relax," the omega said, looking at her with a charming eye.

Just nodding her head in agreeance, the beta mumbled, "yeah, yeah."

They started actually watching the movie as it began, both munching on their little late night dinner and sipping on their soda. It didn't take long for them to finish their meal and the omega took up the plates to set them aside.

Afterwards, the pair watched the movie while commenting on the dumb or stupid things the characters did, about what they easily could've done to get away yet didn't. Embarrassingly though, Robin jumped during one of the scares they did, accidentally bumping shoulders with the omega.

Giggling, Heather teased, "aww you scared?" peering over at her with a smug grin.

"No," Robin immediately said defensively, looking away from the omega.

Laughing one last time, the omega playfully bumped their shoulders together before dropping the subject. As the movie went on, the beta tried her best not to jump again, trying to anticipate the next scare so she didn't flinch.

All of a sudden though, Robin felt a hand bend the mattress behind her and she peered over to find the omega staring at her, shifting her gaze from the beta's eyes, to her lips and then back again.

Instantly her cheeks flushed scarlet as she mimicked her eyes and then suddenly Heather was leaning forward into her space. Heather kissed her deeply, tilting her head to deepen the kiss. The beta leaned into it, opening her mouth and allowing the omega to slip her tongue inside.

Heather crawled into her lap, cradling her face in her hands, grinding against her thigh. They moaned into the kiss, their breathing getting heavier and the omega's scent pitched towards being sweeter, more alluring.

Slipping her hands under the beta's shirt, she cupped her breasts, groping them. Raising her hands, she lifted her shirt off, the beta copying her by removing the omega's shirt.

The omega broke the kiss first, moving down to plant a line of kisses across the beta's jaw, pressing little bites between each kiss. She played with the beta's nipples, pinching and pulling at them while she sucked marks onto her neck where they couldn't be seen.

Moving her leg so Heather's thigh was between her thighs, Robin moaned, grinding against it. Sliding down, the omega sucked and bit at the beta's nipple into her mouth, teasing the other one with her hand, giving it just as much attention.

With her free hand, she slipped it past the hem of the beta's shorts, past her underwear until she had two fingers on her clit. She slowly started rubbing circles around it, making Robin suck in a breath. Robin shifted her hips down the bed, giving the omega more access as she slid a finger into her pussy.

Beginning to fuck her finger in and out, the omega started thumbing at her clit, retracting her mouth to bite marks onto the beta's collarbone. Robin rolled her hips against Heather's hand, chasing her orgasm as the omega added another finger.

Sucking one more mark onto her neck, the omega lifted her head to kiss the beta, taking in all the noises spilling past her lips. Speeding up her hands to match the beta's thrust, Heather smiled as the beta came with a loud moan, stilling her hand.

Slowly sliding her fingers out, making direct eye contact with the beta, she suckled her fingers, licking all of Robin's slick off. The blush that was across her face spread tenfold, and grew even brighter when the omega surged forward to kiss her, pushing her tongue inside.

She groaned at the taste, being able to taste her own slick off the omega's tongue. The beta moaned confused, when Heather pulled back all the way, crawling slightly away.

"Let me have a ride Birdie," the omega said, staring up at her through her lashes as she took off her shorts.

Immediately, Robin laid down, allowing the omega to rest right above her face. Lightly grabbing the omega's hips, her heart thumped wildly, nervous for her first time and wanting to make a good impression. Ushering her down further, the beta ran her tongue flat against her pussy. She lapped up the slick that leaked out before settled on rolling her tongue around her clit, flicking her tongue up and down.

Heather mewled, holding onto the headboard while the beta trailed her hands upwards to play with the omega's breasts. Alternating, she switched from wrapping her lips around her clit sucking, before switching to slurping up the slick, then returning to bring her full attention to her clit.

Panting faster, the omega grabbed at the beta's hair, pulling it as she whined, "right there, I'm so close," whimpering out, "don't stop." At that Robin focused purely on her clit, intent on making her come and successfully doing so when the omega began grinding her hips riding out her orgasm.

Robin slowed down to just giving slow licks, the omega's hips jerking every time she passed by her clit. As Heather calmed down, the beta ran soothing hands up and down her sides, returning them to her side when the omega got off her.

Nodding towards the beta Heather panted, "lose the shorts sailor."

Looking down, the beta had forgotten about those and quickly moved to shuffle them off.

"C'mere, I don't wanna put my feet on the pillow," the omega said and obediently Robin crawled forward closer towards the middle on the bed. Tapping her thigh, she instructed, "put your leg on top of mine.

As the beta set her thigh on top of the omega's, she felt the weight of Heather's other thigh on top of her own. The two shuffled closer and once they were touching, the omega began rolling her hips, angling to rub their clits together.

Copying her, the beta began rolling her hips as well, peering down only to now just realize how littered in bite marks she was in. Face heating, she decided to make a move first and lurched forward to kiss her. They made out, taking in each other's scent while chasing their orgasm.

Heather broke away, using a hand to curl the beta's head to kiss lines up her neck. Being so close after coming, the omega was whining, whimpering as she neared coming again. Wanting to come at the same time, thinking it'd be awkward if only one of them came, the beta doubled her efforts, rolling her hips hard and fast.

Soon after, the pair were coming together, grinding against each other as they rode it out. Sitting there, they lazily kissed one another, lapping into each other's mouths.

After awhile, the omega asked, "do you need to go home?"

Nodding, the beta answered, "soon yeah, but we can take a shower first if you want."

Agreeing, Heather took the beta's hand and dragged her to the bathroom, the two sharing a shower, sharing little kisses and gropes while in there. Putting back on her sailor uniform, she watched as the omega tossed on some sweats, grabbing her car keys and leading Robin by the hand back took the door

Getting into the car, the omega drove her home, the silence between them comfortable as she loudly played her pop music. She stopped along the curb, parking the car and looking at the beta while she waited for her to exit the vehicle.

Just before Robin could open the car door and leave however, Heather surged forward, pressing her lips to the side of her neck and giving her one last hard suckle, a dark bruise blooming in the spot.

"See you later Birdie," the omega said, waving.

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"So, how'd it go?" Steve asked, leaning against the glass case of ice cream.

Fresh off the high of getting together with Heather, all Robin responded with was, "it went pretty fine," even though she could tell he was teasing her about the big bright hickey sitting on the side of her neck, only slightly hidden by her hair

"Very fine," she emphasized, smiling knowing she had another little date with the omega planned for later.

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STMMM25 Comes To An End

While today is the last official day of March, we want to remind everyone that this event will run as long as you need it to!

Too busy in March but want to participate in April? Great, then welcome to April Mating Madness! The AO3 collection will stay open and mods will continue to check socials periodically to repost any submissions. The plan is to hopefully run the same type of prompt event in 2026 and use the same accounts, so we’d love if you stuck around anyways for both late submissions and information for next year!

Thank you all so much for participating, whether it was with fics, art, or cheerleading! It’s been a fun month and the Stranger Things omegaverse community is such a talented bunch of weirdos whom we love sharing a space with💛

-@lexirosewrites

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I managed to get something out for @stmarchmm or Stranger Things March Mating Madness. I'd had plans to write more for this month but then other fics kind of took precedence. Anyway, please accept my contribution to this event.

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Mungrove (Billy/Eddie)

Title: Not damage, just decoration

Additional tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Alpha Eddie Munson, Omega Billy Hargrove, Mating Bites, Mating, fated mates, Soulmates, ScentMates, Biting, Claiming Bites, Established Relationship, Knotting, Miscommunication, Crying, Billy Hargrove Needs a Hug, Gay Billy Hargrove, Soft Billy Hargrove, Eddie Munson is a Sweetheart, Protective Eddie Munson, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Billy hurts himself during mating

Summary: As Eddie stared down at the boy beneath him, he knew deep in his bones that he’d fucked up. Billy’s eyes were clearing slowly, the haze of mating causing him to remain lax and content on the messy bed. He could only assume that the claiming chemicals swirling through the Omega must be delaying his reactions somewhat, but Eddie could already anticipate the mayhem that was about to unfurl. Eddie swallowed, the taste of blood still thick on his tongue, his eyes dropping to the fresh bite on Billy’s neck.

Right over his claiming patch.

Read on AO3

[stmarchmm]

STMMM25 Comes To An End

While today is the last official day of March, we want to remind everyone that this event will run as long as you need it to!

Too busy in March but want to participate in April? Great, then welcome to April Mating Madness! The AO3 collection will stay open and mods will continue to check socials periodically to repost any submissions. The plan is to hopefully run the same type of prompt event in 2026 and use the same accounts, so we’d love if you stuck around anyways for both late submissions and information for next year!

Thank you all so much for participating, whether it was with fics, art, or cheerleading! It’s been a fun month and the Stranger Things omegaverse community is such a talented bunch of weirdos whom we love sharing a space with💛

-@lexirosewrites

[stmarchmm]

A Nested Development

Rating: T Pairing: Steddie Word count: 2270 @stmarchmm prompt: Omega nests/Alpha nests Summary:

Eddie watched Steve setting up for a movie night, dragging out extra pillows and blankets, and scenting all of them as he set them out. They'd been washed, they were fresh. "Don't you have any blankets from your nest?" Eddie asked. Steve looked up at him, frowning. "What?" "What?" Eddie asked. "Like don't you think that would be more comforting for the kids?" Steve shook his head. "I mean, you can come scent these, too, that's—fine—Eddie, I don't have a nest, I'm an Alpha," he said. "That is not how that works," Eddie said.

Tags: Omega Verse, Nesting, Steve Harrington Has Bad Parents, rated T for barely alluded-to Adult Activities, but this might've been okay as a G lol, Good Parent Wayne Munson read on AO3

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For day 30's prompt, nests for @stmarchmm

A Very Special Birthday

Ship Harringrove | WC 2,952 | CW vaginal sex, degradation kink | Rated Explicit | Read on AO3

It was hard to name what it was exactly that Steve and Billy were. Steve wasn't exactly sure that they'd be classified as boyfriends but they were definitely more than just friends given the little dates the alpha would take him on, or what he thought were dates, and currently because of the way the omega was sat right on his cock while they watched a movie.

Earlier, the alpha had shown up to his door carrying a backpack containing a dozen cupcakes and a change of clothes and bulldozed his way inside, not even giving through omega a chance to properly let him in.

"Okay, yeah sure come in," the omega said sarcastically, throwing his hands up defeatedly as he shut the door and followed the alpha. Taking out the cupcakes, Billy set them on the kitchen table before looking around.

"Where's the bathroom?" the alpha asked, throwing the backpack on top of the table as well.

Joining him in the kitchen, Steve stood with his hands on his hips telling him, "there's one down there the hall to the left." Swiftly the alpha pulled out his clothes and marched down the hall while the omega snooped through his bag.

Inside he found several tapes, spanning from action movies to horror. Looking at all of it, the omega wondered what the hell all of this was when the alpha stepped back out. Now, instead of the button up with skin tight jeans that he was wearing, he now donned a casual t-shirt alongside some gym shorts.

"What is all this?" Steve asked, laying the movies out on the table.

"Movies," Billy said, leaning against the table as he looked the omega up and down.

Frowning at him the omega remarked, "obviously. I'm asking why do you even have all this and why are you here?"

Opening the cupcake case and plucking one out, the alpha answered easily, "shits and giggles," biting into it while he matched his gaze.

Sighing and rolling his eyes he just said, "gimme one," reaching for the treat.

Steve half expected the alpha to move it away as a joke, however he didn't, he slid it over allowing him to grab one.

As he snatched a chocolate cupcake, the alpha took one of the movies he'd had and headed over to the tv, turning it on. The omega shoved the tiny cake into his mouth given how small it was, then headed over to the couch, sitting on the cushion and leaning his back against the arm of the couch.

Watching the alpha's back he asked, "what're you turning on?"

Without turning around Billy replied, "first Friday the 13th movie. You mentioned you'd never seen it before."

"Oh," was the only thing the omega responded with, staring as the alpha was about to sit down before he made his way into the kitchen again. Turning his head, the omega saw as the alpha picked two drinks out the fridge for them, holding both cans with one hand as he took up the container of sweets in the other.

He set them on the coffee table in front of the couch and finally sat down now that he was satisfied with their setup. The previews began playing through, older movie that were showing at a slightly later time than this movie was out.

Getting dragged by his legs, Steve yelped as Billy pulled him closer, mumbling, "c'mere princess." Instead, the alpha half laid on the pillows against the arm of the chair, letting the omega lay down on top of him.

As the tape progressed and it got closer to actually playing the movie, the omega sucked in a breath when the alpha placed a hand on his stomach, slowly trailing it down to the hem of his pants. Steve kept shifting his gaze back and forth from the screen to the hand as best he could without moving his head.

He put a hand on the alpha's hand, lightly wrapping his hand around the alpha's arm as Billy slid his hand further down. The omega took in a shaky breath when the alpha cupped his pussy, massaging his hand inbetween his folds. Billy ran his hand back and forth, the rough callous of his hand rubbing against the omega's cunt.

Finally, he slipped his hand back out, pulling on the waistband of the omega's shorts, grinning when he lifted his hips so the alpha could pull them down. Staring pointedly at the screen, Steve's face was flaming hot as he let the alpha do whatever he wanted, slightly spreading his legs to give him easier access.

Massaging the omega's clit, soon the smell of fresh slick filled the room, the scent only getting produced faster as Billy between mouthing at his neck, sucking and kissing his scent gland.

"Look at you, just absolutely desperate for it huh? Barely done anything and you're already getting so wet for me," the alpha whispered against the shell of his ear, speeding up the hand on his clit.

Embarrassed and flushed at the way he leaked more slick at his words, he had to question just when did he become so easy for the alpha to get wet? Just the barest lightest touch and he was apparently down for it apparently. Steve tried to close his legs slightly, only to get a growl from the alpha.

The omega's breath got heavier as the alpha pushed two fingers into his cunt, thumbing at his clit. Watching the movie as much as he could, the omega moaned when he clenched around the alpha's fingers when the beginning kill startled him.

He kept up a steady pace, fucking him and lavishing him with kisses until Steve came with a loud mewl, clawing at his forearms. This time the alpha actually had mercy on him, keeping still instead of going faster; the omega never knew when Billy was gonna continue fucking him through an orgasm or not.

However, just when it was almost too much, but felt so good, the alpha started up again, getting him close to coming only to just stop right before he actually could. Steve whined, tightening his hold on the alpha's arm when all he did was shush him.

Instead the alpha raised his hips, pulling his shorts down enough until he was able fish his cock out and slowly slid into the omega's hole. Once he was fully sat inside, he started rubbing Steve's clit almost lazily, like it was just something he was fidgeting with.

When the alpha didn't move or do anything more, the omega got nervous, turning his head to look out the corner of his eye while he called him, "Billy?"

Nudging his head back towards the tv, the alpha shushed him, telling him, "focus on the movie, that's why I got it." Huffing, he listened anyways, sitting as comfortably as he could with how on edge he was.

It was difficult though, and the omega squirmed, trying to get some sort of friction between the two of them. Putting a firm hand on the omega's hip the alpha ordered, "stop moving, just sit."

Sighing, he listened again, sitting still even though he so desperately wanted to move. He removed his hands from the alpha, instead settling to intertwine and set them on his torso. During a scarier part of the film, the alpha sped his hand up a bit, groaning as the omega clenched around him when he flinched at a jumpscare.

Taking his chance, Steve rolled his hips and that earned him a sharp bite at the end of his neck alongside the hand on his hip gripping him bruisingly tight. "Stay still," the alpha seethed in a whisper, thumbing at his clit excruciatingly slowly.

Whimpering, he struggled against him until he stopped, realizing he wasn't going to be able to move. "Unless you're willing to admit how desperate you are for it and beg, you're not getting anything until this movie is over," the alpha said, licking the shell of his ear.

Then, as if he wasn't torturing the omega, Billy went back to slowly massaging his clit. Every so often he'd speed up his hand, getting the omega so so close to coming yet not, since he'd retract his hand just as Steve was finally going to come.

It drove Steve insane, the air being filled with potently with his sickly sweet scent, his breathing getting heavier as he got closer and further away from coming, his mind focused on purely wanting to get off while sitting on a cock that he wasn't even allowed to ride.

Each time the alpha edged him, got him right there before stopping, the omega had to bite his lip from going on a tirade, of begging the alpha to stop being cruel and to finally fuck him and to please let him come. But he managed to hold his tongue, staring at the screen instead.

Almost embarrassingly, because he couldn't properly pay attention to the movie, anytime there was a jumpscare the omega would flinch, moaning as the slight movement it caused. Billy wasn't unaffected either if the way he would groan every time was to say anything.

Finally, the omega was able to watch the tv enough to see that the final confrontation, he began getting antsy, struggling to remain still as he started counting the minutes until it would finally be over.

As soon as the credits began playing, the alpha wrapped his arms around the omega's middle, flipping them forward so Steve was on all four. Mouthing at the back of his neck, he began rubbing his clit quickly and started up a fast and brutal place.

"Finally, you fucking asshole," Steve mewled, grabbing the sheets and hiding his face, toes curling at how sensitive he was.

Laughing the alpha mocked, "what, you gonna say you didn't enjoy that?"

Face burning bright, "no," Steve said petulantly.

"Just consider this your birthday gift to me then," the alpha told him, leaning down to kiss him right at the corner of his jaw.

"It's your birthday??" the omega asked, turning to look back at him surprised.

"Maybe," was the last thing said with a smirk, not properly answering the question.

In just a minute the omega was finally, finally coming, whining as Billy rubbed him slightly through overstimulation. The alpha managed to get one more orgasm out of him before the omega felt the beginning of his knot grow.

In a flash of clarity, he started clawing at the alpha's leg, immediately begging, "no, not out here, take me upstairs."

"What?" Billy asked, only slightly slowing down his pace.

"Take me upstairs, to my bedroom. Grab your clothes and stuff on the way up."

Lightly scoffing, the alpha questioned incredulously, "what, why?"

"I don't wanna be locked here you knothead now move it!" Steve yelled, and that seemed to finally get the alpha to pull out. Picking up the omega and wrapping his legs around his hips, Billy swung by his bag to grab the clothes he was previously wearing before stumbling up the steps, kissing and making every inch of the omega's neck.

The alpha tossed the omega on the bed, about to pounce on him when Steve stopped him. Looking over the bed, the alpha realized the omega had an already set up nest that he was adding Billy's scent to and it made his chest give a slight pang.

Standing, waiting patiently, the alpha allowed him to fix his clothes into the nest before he finally looked up at the alpha to signal he was done. Immediately the alpha jumped on him, forcefully pressing their lips together and lining his cock up with the omega's hole.

Starting up his fast pace again, he thumbed the omega's clit, making him mewl on every thrust. Steve wrapped his legs around the alpha, pulling him close.

Billy stared down at Steve as he writhed against the sheets, moaning and letting out pump after pump of sweet happy scent. "Look at you, so needy for my knot, like you'll die if you don't get it," he mumbled, smiling as he watched the red spread across the omega's face.

"You need it so bad you'd do it any place any time right? Hell why don't we get us a little crowd, we could show off in front of all of the basketball team this time, show off what a desperate slut you are for me," he teased, mean, tone serious.

Feeling the omega tighten around him, he laughed, "such a fucking whore, look you," grinding his building knot into the omega. "You love this, love being talked down to like the little slut you are," the alpha said.

"Do you even realize how much tighter you've grown around me?" the alpha mocked with a faux genuine tone in his voice. "Maybe we should get you a little audience, make you present and flaunt your cunt at them before I finally give you a little relief and fuck you," he growled, speeding up his hips, grinding his knot into the omega on every thrust.

With a moan of the alpha's name, Steve was coming, squeezing tight around Billy who with a stuttered thrust, finished inside him, locking them together. Sitting there, the two caught their breath until gingerly the alpha maneuvered them to be lying on their side.

Rubbing his face against the pillows, the alpha scented them mixing both their scents together in the nest. Steve watched him, leg propped up on the alpha's waist, running his hands idly against Billy's torso.

Once the alpha was finished Steve mumbled, "see, isn't this nice? Knotted and cuddling in my nest instead of just being stuck on the small couch down there."

Without skipping a beat the alpha replied, "nope."

The omega glared at him, only half serious and annoyed knowing that the alpha was just pulling his leg.

Chuckling, the alpha finally admitted, "okay yes, this is actually nice," meeting the omega's gaze before closing his eyes and very quietly mumbling soft enough that Steve barely heard him, "thank you."

Smiling, the omega leaned forward to press a kiss on the alpha's lips, resting their foreheads together and closing his eyes as well.

After a moment had passed, the omega broke the silence saying, "can't believe you spoke to me like that in my nest."

That woke the alpha up, throwing his head back and rolling his eyes, "oh come on, you liked it! You asked me to come up here anyways, we could've just stayed down there on the couch."

"That's not true," Steve immediately said, keeping his eyes closed but he couldn't help the small smile that spread on his face.

"Uh huh I'm sure," the alpha just mumbled, moving a hand to rest on the omega's hip.

Creaking an eye open, the omega stared at him before asking, "is it really your birthday?"

Without opening his eyes Billy replied, "yeah it is, that's what the cupcakes for."

"Oh," was the only thing Steve said, unconsciously releasing ecstatic omega scent, making the alpha finally open his eyes. "We should get the cupcakes later and actually eat them then," he said, getting a nod from the alpha.

"I plan on it, we can have them over the movies after this," Billy suggested and now it was Steve's turn to nod. He agreed and the pair closed their eyes, ready to sleep until they were unlocked and could spend the rest of the alpha's birthday together.

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love knots

And while Steve didn't like to be just a fling, either, he was content for now to be whatever suited Eddie's need.

A fuck buddy. A convenient outlet. A pretty face with an average sense of humor and a good enough hole.

A slut.

Written for @stmarchmm | prompts: Day 2: breeding • Day 3: love confession, Day 5: collaring • Day 10: rejection sickness • Day 11: scenting • Day 13: free use • Day 18: knotting • Day 31: marking/biting | word count: 12k3 | rated: E | ao3

For my @steddiebingo prompt: Morning sex

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Instinctual

Written for the @stmarchmm day 30 prompt “omega nests/alpha nests” | Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Eddie Munson, Omega Steve Harrington

Divider - @steddiecameraroll-graphics

Also posted on Ao3

Eddie doesn’t know what he’s doing or why it’s pissing him off so badly.

There’s been this itch under his skin for the last couple of weeks, and even if Eddie doesn’t like to conform to the expectations of his designation, he’s also never been one to ignore his instincts. When he’s mad, he’ll fill the place up with his scent. When he’s overwhelmed with love for his pack, he’ll force them all into a big, messy puppy pile. Wayne likes to say he’s just a big pup disguised as an alpha.

But none of that explains why he’s been madly redecorating his den. He can’t help it; his instincts are telling him that it isn’t right, even though his den has been diligently crafted and maintained since he moved in with Wayne and didn’t have to compete with his dad for space anymore. The light is hitting his face wrong in the morning, his sheets are the wrong texture, and for some god forsaken reason, the big tapestry blanket he was very proud to thrift needs to cover the far wall that connects to Wayne’s room instead of remaining on his bed.

Normally, Eddie is happy to follow his instincts, but he also usually knows why he’s doing something. Eddie would actually really like to not be doing this, but he doesn’t feel like there’s much of a choice, hence the irritation.

He’s in the middle of moving around the pile of blankets on his bed again — why his instincts want so many blankets is beyond him. Spring in Hawkins isn’t that cold — when he hears the door open. Wayne won’t be home for another six hours, so that means it must be Steve.

Despite the judgemental looks the old bitties in the trailer park give them, the omega has been coming over almost every day since the not-so-end-of-the-world. It started off as pack bonding, everyone cramming into the double-wide to be with Eddie and Max when they were both too injured to go far. Eventually, everyone settled. The kids, Nancy and Robin, all went back to school, but Steve stuck around. Eddie won’t try to say he discouraged it. He kind of loved having an omega in the house. Loved having Steve in the house.

All that is to say, Eddie doesn’t bother to go see who’s at the door, he lets Steve know he’s in the bedroom knowing the omega will meander his way in after he kicks off his shoes and grabs a glass of water the same way he always does. Eddie just keeps working, instinct screaming at him even louder now that someone is going to see his incomplete den. It has nothing to do with that person being Steve. He swears.

When Steve finds him, Eddie is mid-wrestle with a particularly ornery fitted sheet, which has decided to betray him and come undone. Steve pays him no mind, flopping down directly onto the mess of his bed after putting his glass down on the dresser.

On a normal day, Eddie would pay this no mind. Steve is good at making himself at home wherever he is, and with so much time spent with Eddie at his house, he doesn’t bother with asking permission for much anymore. Eddie's house is Steve’s house as far as either of them are concerned, but today is not a normal day.

Today, Eddie is wound up and trying to figure out what his instincts want from him. Today, Steve flops down on Eddie’s bed, in Eddie’s nest, and lets out that same happy groan he always does when he can finally get off his feet after a long day. Today, Eddie realises what exactly he’s been doing, and for whom.

He’s nesting.

He’s building a full-on nest in his room for Steve Harrington.

Eddie must make some kind of noise because Steve lifts his head from where it had been happily buried in a stack of pillows, tilting his head in that puppyish way that is far too cute for Eddie to handle at a moment like this.

“You alright, man?” Steve asks, all mind concern and genuine curiosity. Eddie knows from experience that if he says he’s not feeling well, Steve will invite him in for a friendly pack cuddle and trill at him in that sweet way that makes Eddie’s heart squeeze. He can not handle that right now.

“Yes. Yup. All good here, Harrington. Just trying to conquer this fitted sheet.” Cool, he’s totally being cool.

“If you say so…” Steve responds, clearly not buying it but willing to let it go for now. “I like what you’ve done with the room, by the way, very cozy.” The omega turns on his back, stretching big and long like a cat settling in for a nice nap. It makes his t-shirt ride up, exposing his soft, hairy belly. Eddie is going to die.

He makes himself look away, cheeks flaming in a way that is definitely not cool so he can finish forcing his sheet into submission and maybe even get a goddamn grip. Unfortunately, he’s so focused on getting a grip that he doesn’t even notice himself getting up to gather one more sheet for the bed. The entire thing is covered in blankets, but it needs a nice, smooth layer over it so it doesn’t get too hot on his omega’s skin.

It’s the errant thought of his omega, and the sudden realization that Steve hasn’t said a word in almost five minutes makes him snap back to reality. He doesn’t want to look up, but he knows not looking would be weirder, so he forced his eyes up and oh.

Steve knows.

He’s looking right at him with those big hazel eyes like he’s just had an epiphany, and he’s staring right at where Eddie’s just finished tucking in that last, incriminating sheet.

“Eddie?”

“Uh…this is not what it looks like.”

“Eddie.”

“Ok…” Eddie says, hands going up in the air as if he can pretend someone else made the nest if he moves his hands away fast enough. “Ok, it��s exactly what it looks like, but…but!” He’s scrambling, looking for any kind of way he can pass this up as a completely platonic nest, as if alphas ever make nests if it’s not for their mates. 

He’s just about to start spewing some bullshit about stress (constant but not more than usual) and mating season (junk science Eddie loathes) when he realised that Steve looks, well, he looks like he’s waiting to get his heart broken, like Eddie has that kind of power over him. Like Eddie denying what they both know is happening will hurt, but he’ll accept it.

And, well, Eddie promised himself that he wouldn’t be another thing, another person, who hurt Steve. After all the supernatural bullshit, after his old friends, his old alpha, and his parents, Eddie doesn’t want to be another thing Steve has to recover from. 

It’s time to be brave. Time to stop running.

“Fuck, ok yeah it’s exactly what it looks like,” Eddie says, running a nervous hand through his hair. “I’m uh, I’ve kind of been crazy in love with you for like, months. Maybe since the beginning of the whole Vecna thing, if I’m being honest.” Eddie can’t look at Steve when he says this, looking off into the middle distance, too caught up to try and parse out the individual notes in Steve’s scent. “I’ve been too chicken shit to ask you to court, but I guess my instincts decided enough was enough.”

“Can you look at me, Eddie?” He doesn’t want to, but if it’s Steve asking, he’ll do just about anything. But, really, Eddie should have known better than to be scared, the omega has never looked at him with anything but kindness, not in a long time. Steve is smiling at him, a sweet little thing that sets Eddie’s heart to fluttering. “It’s a real nice nest,” Steve says, and suddenly Eddie can’t breathe. Everything he’s ever wanted is staring him right in the face, asking him without asking to take the last step.

Maybe Eddie doesn’t subscribe to any of the stupid designation stereotypes that say alphas should be in charge and omegas should follow their lead, but he also thinks that Steve deserves to be asked. He deserves a moment he can recall fondly to his kids of the day his alpha asked him to court.

“Well,” he pauses, licks his lips and wishes he could grab that glass of water Steve left on the dresser because his throat is suddenly parched, “It’s all yours if you want it, Stevie. There’s no other omega I’d make a nest for. And, uh, I’d love to court you, if you’d give me the chance to prove myself.”

Steve is smiling at him like he put all the stars in the sky, scent blooming sugary, cinnamon happy. “Well, with such a nice nest, how could I say no, Alpha?” The omega simpers, the coy effect lost as he hauls Eddie up into the nest, their nest, by his shirt.

And then they’re far too busy to say much of anything, for a while.

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This is my last submission for March Mating Madness 2025! It's been so fun working on these and reading what everyone else has written.

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Double the Pleasure, Triple the Fun

Rating: E Pairing: Robin/Chrissy/Vickie Word count: 4666 @stmarchmm prompt: polyamory Summary:

It was Vickie's idea. "You could just...have two Omegas. Some Alphas do that." Robin usually pictured a very controlling and traditional Alpha when she heard "multiple Omegas," but that wasn't the case for her at all. In her case she had two beautiful Omegas who both cared about her, and she cared about them, and when neither refused to back down, she didn't have it in her to tell either of them no. So, she had two Omegas.

Tags: Omega Verse, Polyamory, alpha/omega/omega, Threesome - F/F/F, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, nearly, First Time, Female Alpha, Girl Penis, F/F penetrative sex, again it's just omegaverse not trans read on AO3