This is an independent Steve Harrington RP blog, tailored toward Netflix's Stranger Things universe. This means there will be some adult themes in my roleplays, so I ask that you proceed with caution. Mun and muse are well over the age of 18. I ask that my rp partners be over 18 as well.
Aesthetic: Gothy metalhead who sometimes likes a pop of color
Last song you listened to: Ghost- Cirice
Favorite muse(s) you've written: I adore Steve - I feel like we’re often on the same wavelength, and he’s just comfortable to play. I love Casanova, too, but he’s hard to pin down sometimes.
Favorite color(s): Teal and red
Currently reading/listening to: Re-reading The Hobbit, just for funsies.
Last Series: Stranger Things (again)
Last Movie: The Thing
Sweet/Spicy/Savory: Sweet
Currently working on: An art commission for a friend
GETTING TO KNOW THE ACCOUNT
what inspired you to take on this muse?: I’ve loved Stranger Things since its inception, and something about Steve always grabbed my attention, even from the very beginning. Seeing him grow, and change as a character over the seasons made me itch to play him, and now I am!
What are your favorite aspects of your current muse?: His ability to adapt when he needs to, his honesty, and his absolute loyalty to the ones he loves. I also love that no matter how he tries to play it off, Steve Harrington is, without a doubt, one of the biggest dorks in the world.
Who is your current fc?: The lovely Joe Keery.
What's your biggest inspiration when it comes to writing?: Music and my rp partners, every time. I love building a story with another person from the ground up.
Favorite types of threads?: Threads where Steve can let that goofy side of him loose a little, or the ones where he can indulge in his need to romance someone who would appreciate it.
“Steve, you do know I am not a dog, right? You don’t need to snap at me to get my attention.” Max pointed out, crossing her arms over her chest. Shaking her head quickly. “No.. God no.. – me, get shit ready for Thanksgiving? Do I look like little miss homemaker? – Henderson would be better at that job than I would.”
“Shit, sorry, it’s — “ Steve paused to shake the hand he’d used to snap at her, as if he could throw off the shameful burn her scolding gave. “Force of habit, or whatever. Usually can’t get anybody’s attention if I don’t, y’know, do something drastic.” His shoulders rose and fell, dismissing the topic despite the feeling of guilt that adhered itself to the hollow of his gut.
“Who said I expect that? I’m gonna be the one cooking, I just need some help. Don’t get me wrong, Dustin is great, but he’s not — his patience is nonexistent, Max. I gotta play to your strengths, put my players where they’re most valuable.”
“– Now that Halloween is over, i’m going to go into hiding for the next couple months.”
“Hey, no, nuh-uh.” Steve snapped his fingers, then pointed resolutely at the redhead with both brows drawn high. “I need somebody to help me get shit ready for Thanksgiving, and it sure as hell isn’t gonna be Henderson.”
Eddie had managed to come out to his friends, Steve of course had been the first, and this was going to be his first Halloween as a boy, so he had picked a clearly masculine costume. Binding his chest with bandages he wasn’t wearing a shirt, just a leather jacket, a pair of tight black jeans and blood smeared on his face and torso, he had decided to dress as one of the guys from The Lost Boys, her didn’t have a lot of money so he made do with what he had. He arrived early, thinking he’d help with any last minute set up, but more importantly to make sure Steve was okay, he knew he wasn’t keen on the idea of the party.
When the door opened, Eddie couldn’t help his eyes from wandering down over Steve’s costume before pulling his eyes back up to his face and grinning, showing the fangs he had in. “Are you…an angel? Greek angel?” He was trying his best but Eddie didn’t pay much attention when they had learned about Greek mythology.
Steve was used to Eddie’s (more accurate) designation by now, he just wasn’t prepared to see the man in naught but a strip of bandages again so soon — at least it was purposeful this time, and not the product of his own obliviousness. He resisted the urge to shield his eyes as the elder strolled across the threshold of his home, gesturing past the foyer with a broad hand instead, while he fidgeted with the rope around his waist to occupy the other.
“Angel? No way, man. I’m pretty sure ancient Greece only had, like, Gods, nymphs and shit like that.” Leave it to Steve Harrington to name off two of the horniest creatures in all of Greek mythology. All that really proved was how easily motivated he was by all things sexual, which apparently extended well past the bedroom into his academic life. “And you’re... dressed as Billy Hargrove, for some reason?”
Contrary to the consensus among his peers in Hawkins, and most Americans in general, Steve had always thought of Halloween as the worst holiday — honestly, if the cheap scares and absent chaperone hadn’t convinced him of its inherent awfulness before, the shitshow of a party back in ‘84 certainly would’ve done the job.
Even so, he still allowed himself to be bullied into dressing up to ‘enjoy the spirit of the season’, as Dustin had so lamely put it. His costume was fairly simple compared to the complex faire of his brood, consisting of what looked like an expensive bedsheet, a pair of winged sandals and a flimsy crown of golden laurels.
As he fussed with his hair in the hall mirror, a part of him dared to hope that this party might turn out better than the last, since his friends wheedled him into hosting it. “Get a grip, Harrington.”
Eddie traced his fingers along Steve's stomach just under the hem of his shirt to feel his skin. He wouldn't get him into too much trouble at work, but god he loved seeing that pink hint across Steve's cheeks.
"Oh you know I'd love to eat you out babe. I would kill to take you out to my van right now and make you feel good. I love the sounds you make when you get going just right and your body surrenders to me. I would love to spread you open and make you cum with my tongue. Make your thighs shake, your toes curl." His dark eyes watched the older man disappear down an aisle, and as soon as he got that second of clearance... Eddie latched quietly to Steve's neck and began nibbling and sucking softly to bruise his pretty flesh.
"Wouldn't you like that sweetheart?" He whispered against the little love mark.
The moment Eddie's fingers dared to dip beneath his shirt, Steve realized he'd had a serious lapse in judgement – not that he was ever especially prudent when acting out in a retaliatory way, he'd just been friends with Eddie for a while, and should've known that playing gay chicken against him was never going to work out in his favor.
Hazel hues glazed over as the demon breathed filthy promises against the long line of his neck, and caused his hips to grind back mindlessly against the other, revealing his interest when his mouth refused to do so. Steve might've been great at talking a big game, but he'd never actually let the metalhead use his mouth there, and hearing Eddie talk about it was only effecting him more. Fucker. "I- I still have to rewind and reshelf a cart full of tapes, Eddie."
"Ohh I see how it is," Eddie stepped closer behind the counter and rubbed a hand over the front of Steve's pants, just ghosting his fingertips over the fly. "You afraid of getting caught princess?"
Thinking of a better tactic – or rather, one that would be imminently more satisfying than giving Eddie the indignant response he so obviously wanted, Steve canted his hips backward into the elder boy's space, pressing the swell of his ass against the hard line at the front of his jeans with a sneaky sort of finesse.
"Wouldn't you rather fuck me with your tongue, Munson? You did say you wanted to try it." His voice was quiet enough that the one patron in the store wouldn't have heard him, but his eyes followed the gruff looking older gentleman all the same, just to keep tabs on him.
"So what you're saying is you want me to cum in your mouth and call you a good girl?"
How Eddie thought it was okay to ask such a thing in public was beyond him, but more infuriating still was just how quickly his brain responded with a chorus of yeses. "Jesus Christ, dude, keep your voice down! I have customers!"
Do you ever lie down to take a lil nap after a long day, and suddenly a muse is in your head, LOUDLY HORNY? I get it, Steve, you want someone to ask what that mouth do. I’m well aware.
I know I've been MIA with my own troubles, but if any of you need to talk at any point, I'm all ears - and not just about what's currently happening in the ST RPC. You don't have to suffer in silence. You are loved, and you matter.
Sorry about the impromptu hiatus, I've just experiencing some medical malpractice technical difficulties.
Long story short, my pharmacy made a serious clerical error in prescribing my testosterone, so I wound up taking two doses that were 10x higher than they should've been within the span of two weeks. I wound up at the ER last night with chest pains that turned out to be non life threatening (thank fuck) - I just have a blood cancer that makes me prone to clotting as it is, so I figured it was better to be safe than sorry.
Anyway, I'm fine! I'll be getting back to writing after I get some more rest.
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