Another thing fandom needs to start doing more of is projecting on tops.
There are delicious amounts of psychological distress you can inflict on that guy once you get into his head. The brainworms of forcing agency and initiative on someone who genuinely is Not Fucking Ready For It are exquisite.
To quote myself: Domtops in fics are always written to have such uncomplicated and healthy relationships to their sexualities and for my mental health I need us to collectively start giving them complexes about being some kind of monstrous predatory freak of nature instead.
Make that guy have a panic attack b/c someone in his daydream told him to stop and he kept going anyway.
New and improved! Sad Wet Dog of a top is thinking about how he wants to hurt you but doesn't want to hurt you and the contradiction is slowly and steadily making him Lose His Whole Fucking Mind.
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warnings: unsafe sex, lack of negotiation, jumping into it out of horniness, spit kink, piercings, omega Steve, Alpha Eddie, degradation, sub/Dom, Dom Eddie, sub Steve, omegaphobia, weird attitude surrounding omega/Alpha relationships, suggestions toward "traditional" relationships
summary: Steve downloads a dating app after his long term breakup, deciding that he wants to try out a more traditional Omega/Alpha relationship. Little does he know, the app isn't at all what it seems. (an omegaverse retelling of the first one shot from the Dom Eddie series, with serious changes)
Pacing.
Steve was pacing.
He had his phone in one hand and his apartment key in another and he was fucking pacing. Because like, okay. He could leave tonight, couldn’t he? He could pack all his shit up and leave and not have to deal with any of this.
Nancy had already apologized. Multiple times.
Shit, he could probably convince her to not dump him and they could go back to pretending they were both happy and normal and perfectly okay. Right? Right. They could do that.
Steve did not want to do that.
Nancy had been hiding things from him and Steve couldn’t even blame her. Or. He could, a little bit. Part of him felt betrayed and the other part was….not remotely surprised by the events that conspired in the last week.
Nancy did not want to be with Steve anymore, that much was clear. She had…said a lot things. Honest things. Kind of mean things, if Steve was being truthful. But he could see it. He could understand why she had-
Steve knew that Nancy had always struggled with the Omega thing. And not just that, but the particular type of Omega that Steve was. He was unwillingly fragrant and often intense to be around. He craved attention and connection and reassurance. It wasn’t even that Steve was necessarily consciously clingy. His DNA genuinely demanded that. He had been as honest as possible when he had met Nancy in college.
Nancy couldn’t handle Steve. She was more independent. She craved freedom and spontaneity. Steve knew that attempting to cage Nancy was a bad idea. He was stupid to have ever tried.
So. Now he was single. Single and vaguely miserable, that too. He wasn’t going to leave his apartment, not when it was literally in his name. Nancy had already taken a good portion of her things. Steve was pretty sure she was staying with a Beta guy from her work. Which was fine. Steve definitely wasn’t measuring his self worth up against Jonathan Byers. That would be stupid.
He had already talked to Robin. She advised against making rash decisions, citing that Steve was too spur of the moment when he was upset.
She wasn’t wrong.
Which would explain why he had downloaded Tradition.
Steve had never actually used a dating app before. He knew there well are types, sure. But he also know he was tired of settling. He was tired of pretending that he didn’t crave a certain dynamic. He did. He wanted to-
This was what Robin had meant.
She knew that Steve would go off the deep end once him and Nancy finally ended their relationship. She had been hinting for ages that he should be more careful. That maybe his views on secondary traits weren’t necessarily healthy.
Just.
It would be nice to know, you know?
Because Nancy was a Beta. She was the only person Steve had ever dated. They found a nice apartment in the city once Steve started showing houses and Nancy started taking freelance writing jobs. Nancy didn’t understand his baser instincts because she had no framework to understand them from. She didn’t understand his need for closeness or his need to build nests. She didn’t get why he was so moody randomly, or why he seemed to cling to her approval. Steve couldn’t blame her, not really. It was understandable.
But. He had spent too many days dropping and getting sick because his body craved a specific type of attachment. It was rough. Steve hated to follow traditional values, he really did.
He didn’t know what else to do anymore.
His mental health was starting to fray at the edges, his anxiety constant and overwhelming. Steve was fairly certain that his anxiety had been the end of his relationship, so. He needed to try something different.
Downloading Tradition was a spur of the moment sort of thing. As Robin had told him now to do. He didn’t know much about the app, but he could take context clues. It was one of the only secondary sex trait apps out there and Steve was not in the mood to attempt to field through people on a regular dating app, just to find an Alpha.
Even the concept of finding an Alpha was too much for Steve to comprehend. It made him sick to his stomach, almost. A strange frustration, mixed with excitement, mixed with a healthy dose of fear. After all, Steve had never been with an Alpha before.
He managed to calm his racing heart eventually, deciding that he should maybe try to relax before he-
What? Actually set a profile up?
Steve chewed on his nails as he scrolled through his photos, trying to decide what photo might look the best. He didn’t want to give anyone the wrong impression, but he also didn’t want to come off as boring. He hadn’t had to think about making a positive impression in years, for fucks sake.
Steve chose a photo from last Halloween, only slightly embarrassed by the cat ears and drawn on whiskers. Oh well. He was pretty sure it conveyed him as a funny, entertaining guy. Maybe? Maybe not.
And then came the dilemma of choice.
Alpha’s only, obviously. Steve had already tried going without. He knew it wasn’t for him, so. No need to beat around the bush.
He hesitated on the toggle for gender, gnawing at his bottom lip as he tried to decide if-
Fuck it.
Male and female.
Again. Oh well, right? He could- he could try it out, couldn’t he? There was nothing to lose, not really. Steve would just….stay single. In the event that he somehow humiliated himself.
Okay.
The profile was up and running.
Now, all he had to was wait.
—
Men were disgusting.
Worse than that, Alpha’s were even more disgusting. Steve wasn’t sure what he had expected. Respect, maybe? At least some form of decorum or kindness? Fuck, even an ounce of charisma?
No. What he got instead was dick pics. A lot of them. Too many. He had nearly opened one message while showing a house, his cheeks flaming red once he realized that a random Alpha had attempted to send him a knot photo. A knot! Could you even imagine? That wasn’t- that was a horrible thing to do to an unmated Omega.
Steve couldn’t believe anyone would be so forthright and gross.
But he was wrong. As it turned out, plenty of men could be….just as bad. Steve was about ready to just delete the app by his second day.
Until he received a completely new message.
Eddie: Do you like long haired or short haired cats?
Steve squinted his eyes as the message, dropping his bag by the door as he made his way into his apartment. It was starting to feel too empty these days. Nancy’s things were all gone, leaving open spaces on the coffee table and kitchen counter.
Steve: is that your way of asking about my pubes?
Normally, Steve wouldn’t be so crass. Normally. But he was growing frustrated with the constant sexual messages from strangers. Maybe the photo really was a horrible idea.
Eddie replied immediately.
Steve wasn’t going to look at another perverts profile. No, he couldn’t be fooled now.
Eddie: what? Absolutely not! I’m partial to long haired cats, but they make my nose a little itchy. Idk I think asking you about grooming habits might be a second date thing
Steve did not want to smile.
His day had already been bad enough. He wasn’t going to fall for the false charm of a random guy on-
Well, he didn’t look bad.
Steve chewed on his bottom lip as he scrolled Eddie’s profile. He had a lot more details than Steve, including plenty of descriptions that Steve didn’t really understand.
“Trained Alpha, experienced.”
What did that mean? Steve was pretty sure you couldn’t train to be an Alpha, not like- well, not like the weird etiquette courses Steve’s parents had forced him into as a child. Good riddance. At least Steve wouldn’t have to deal with his mothers disappointment when she found out Nancy had dumped him.
Yet.
Steve tried to avoid his mothers calls at all costs.
Steve: who says you’d even get a first date?
He shouldn’t be so sassy. Steve knew that. He couldn’t hear Robin cackling in the distance, encouraging him to be worse. She would probably love this recent development. Steve had been a walking mat for years now. All it took was two days of men sending him dicks pics to bring the bitch out of him.
Eddie: what? You don’t date? Are you here for another reason?
Steve couldn’t-
What was he supposed to say?
Steve: I don’t know what I’m here for-
No. Not that.
Steve: I don’t know if I’m ready for a real date
Steve: just got out of a long term relationship so
Steve: not really sure what to do
He felt a bit pathetic admitting it, knowing this guy would probably be instantly turned off by him admitting he had been in a relationship recently. Steve was sure men weren’t into- well, maybe they were? He didn’t know. He hadn’t dealt with many men.
Or Alpha’s.
Steve could tell this man was an Alpha just by looking at him. He had a specific aesthetic, covered in so many tattoos that Steve was shocked he didn’t have any on his face. His hair was thick and dark and curly, framing a wicked looking face. He had a wide smile, almost unsettlingly so. Like a rockstar from the 70s or something. But he also had big hands, big shoulders. Kind eyes.
Steve liked the way he looked, okay?
Eddie: hm I mean, what could be the harm in meeting new people, right?
Eddie: it’s why I’m here
Eddie: to meet new ppl who are interested in the lifestyle
Steve frowned down at his phone, one leg crossing over the other. He untangled himself and did it again.
Huh.
Did Eddie mean….what? The lifestyle? A more traditional lifestyle, yeah? Was that- Steve knew the app was probably a little more specific about dating and stereotypes. That was the whole point. He was just….surprised that Eddie was addressing the probable difference.
Steve: lifestyle?
Steve: I guess it would be hard to find a dedicated Omega these days
Steve: if that’s your thing
It had to be, right? Maybe Eddie was- and god, now Steve was starting to regret going this route.
What was he thinking?
Eddie’s reply was slow to come in, only making Steve more nervous. He was going to have to block another man, wasn’t he?
Eddie: you know this app isn’t like
Eddie: for Alpha/Omega marriage trials
Eddie: right?
Ah. A marriage trial.
Truthfully, Steve hadn’t considered so. A marriage trial was a lot like a courtship, though without most of the bells and whistles from two hundred years ago. It was dating, only with a few more demeaning stereotypes.
So. What had Steve thought?
And what exactly was this app used for?
He replied with confusion.
Steve: it’s for people who want to date traditionally
Steve: meaning strictly alpha/omega
Right? He was right, wasn’t he? There was no other- what else could it possibly be for?
Eddie was quick to respond, relieving Steve of some of his anxiety.
Only to make things infinitely worse with his reply.
Eddie: it’s a kink app, baby
No. That couldn’t be-
Steve sat up straighter, mouth open and wandering. He wasn’t an idiot. He would have heard, he would have known. No one had ever mentioned- but of course, people were still so stupidly repressed, weren’t they?
Eddie: it’s called tradition bc it pokes fun at the concept of traditional dating
Eddie: and centers around the concept of true nature and Omegan responses as a playtime feature
Eddie: this is basically just
Eddie: a kink app, focused on secondary sex
Oh.
Steve sat his phone down and stared at the far wall.
That was a thing?
He was kind of….well, he was thrown off, truthfully. He had sort of just assumed he would be entering an offensive traditional world where Alpha’s would butt heads to prove themselves worthy of him.
Not- not this.
Not an app that focused on-
Kink.
And yeah, Steve wasn’t a complete idiot. He had seen plenty of Omegan porn. He had just assumed that stuff like that only happened in said porn, you know? Like, it was too ridiculous to be real.
Steve hated that he was even curious.
He leaned into it anyway.
Steve: true nature?
Steve: what? Like…you bite the back of my neck to get me to submit? Is that a thing? I think that’s a thing
Again. He couldn’t imagine something so ridiculous outside of porn. It felt….almost too indulgent, too dirty. They weren’t supposed to have sex like that.
Eddie: it’s called scruffing
Steve’s throat went vaguely dry, his palms doing the complete opposite. Of course. How silly of him. Scruffing.
Eddie: and I don’t think I know you enough to be forcibly biting your submission away from you, do I?
Biting your submission away.
What a strange phrase. Right. Strange.
Steve: is that it then?
Steve: you treat Omega’s like little toys?
Steve: what do they get from it?
Steve waited. And waited.
And then realized that perhaps he had annoyed Eddie. Maybe. He was being a bit annoying, wasn’t he?
But then Eddie finally texted him back.
Eddie: give me your number
Steve frowned at his phone.
What? Why did he want….?
If he was going to be a creep, he could do so on the app. Plenty of men had already tried. Why did he want Steve’s number?
And why was Steve already typing it out? Just because Eddie had demanded it? Steve had made a habit of not just blindly listening to people. Mostly. But he was also kind of….a walking mat, yeah. Sometimes. As he had said before.
Steve didn’t expect for the phone to ring.
He answered in a panic, nearly dropping it as he grappled to press the screen to his ear like an idiot.
“Yes? Hello?”
Nice, Steve.
“Do you think the Omega wouldn’t get anything out of this arrangement at all?”
Eddie’s voice was smooth, deep with rich amusement. Like he was teasing Steve, like he was being a bit of a dick.
Steve bit his own tongue, ready to fight back. Which was kind of rare for Steve, in all honesty.
“I don’t know.” He was being difficult on purpose, wasn’t he? “I’ve spent about two days on this app, trying to field my way through pictures of men’s knots, so. Maybe I don’t think they have my best interest in mind.”
Okay, yeah.
Steve was being difficult.
Eddie only laughed.
“Taking it that no one warned you about the app, yeah?” Fuck off, Eddie. “It’s…hard to find good people who are actually into the scene. More often than not, you get a lot of coasters. Just. People who want to peak into the window and see what it’s all about.”
Like Steve.
“And that’s not you?” Steve thought for a second, recalling the bio from before. “Because you’re- what? You’re trained?”
As if Steve even knew what that meant. Especially now, my god.
“Yes, Steve. Because I’m trained.”
Steve swallowed drily, wishing he could get up and find a water. But he kind of couldn’t move.
“Tradition is supposed to be for…kink, like I said. Just a bit of a different side of kink.” Right. Steve had realized as much. “BDSM, but sort of spicy. You do know what BDSM is, right?”
Steve scoffed, a familiar annoyance building. Of course he knew- ugh, what? Did Eddie think Steve a virgin? Was he just assuming-
“Yeah, I’m not an idiot. I can- I’ve seen enough to know what-“ Why was he fumbling with his word so badly? “Not sure how secondary sex makes it spicier.”
Steve was being bitchy again, an accidental defense mechanism. Though….Eddie did not seem to mind. If anything, it seemed to amuse him.
“I want you to imagine a scenario.”
Okay. Fine.
Steve was imagining.
“Just the most basic kinky thing you can think of,” Eddie said, voice calming. Steve hated that it felt nice to listen to him, he really did. God, what if he was actually a catfish? Not that- Steve wasn’t into any of this. No. “Spanking. Imagine being bent over someone’s thigh-“ An image conjured. Ripped jeans and tattoos, legs manspreading on Steve’s familiar couch. “And you get the pain from it, right? That’s the whole point. Hand to bare ass. It’s a painful sensation. But, you know. What if you added scent into it?”
Scent?
Steve squirmed in his seat, sinking lower.
“A hoodie or shirt or, hell. A wash rag. Rubbed against my-“ His. Eddie’s. Not just any nameless, faceless Alpha. “Scent glands. On my neck, on my thigh. Right against them. Imagine this mystery fabric being absolutely soaked-“ The way the word rolled off his tongue had Steve breathing harder. “With my scent. Alpha scent. Designed to plummet you into instinctive submission. And it makes you wet, it makes you so wet. I press the back of your head until your nose is buried in it, until you can’t escape it. Not unless you tell me, not unless you give me a safe word. You get to inhale that scent, you get to choke on it-“ Steve let out a tiny, strangled noise. “While I turn your ass cherry red with my hands. Is that specific enough for you?”
Yes.
Still. Steve was in a mood.
Clearly.
“So, what? I huff a rag while you beat me-“ His blood pressure spiked at the word, whether he wanted it to or not. “And that’s supposed to be romantic? That’s supposed to get me off? Sounds like something a selfish lover would say.”
Steve got a full bellies laugh in response.
He was almost embarrassed by his own bitchiness this time, unsure what had come over him.
“You would be surprised what might get you off.” Ugh, sure. That wasn’t really an answer. “My nose is pretty well attuned, you know? I can follow your scent, know when to beat you just right, as you put it. And it’s not supposed to be romantic, honey. It’s supposed to be hot. What? Did you think you’d get wined and dined on the horny Alpha app?”
“Don’t be mean,” Steve snapped, insides tumbling around like a circus. Fuck, he did not- no, he was not into that. The condescending tone. No. He couldn’t be. “I just wanted something new, okay? I’ve never- I was just dating a beta like, a week ago. So, this is new for me.”
There was a brief moment of silence.
“Well, why didn’t you say that?” Eddie’s voice was softer now. Steve flushed at the tone. “I can be much nicer. You can ask questions if you want. I promise not to send you a picture of my knot.”
Because.
Steve definitely wouldn’t want that.
Yeah.
“This is- this is like, a thing? This whole- what exactly are you wanting from an Omega? Total submission- or…?”
Steve was just…confused. He understood a traditional dynamic. It typically wasn’t centered around sex. But all of this explained why he had received so many sexual messages.
Though, that did not make it any better. Or okay.
“It’s a push and pull,” Eddie answered, much more business-like. “And it’s centered around consent. I don’t want to do anything to an Omega that they do not want in equal measure. We discuss things ahead of time and we agree on boundaries, that’s the point of the site. Certain men just…tend to misuse it.”
“But not you?” Steve asked, words slipping free a little too quickly.
He wasn’t being sarcastic now.
“No, not me. I want you to have fun, just as much as I want to get off.” Oh. Steve felt dizzy. “And sometimes not even that. Sometimes the play is more fun than actually cumming.”
Oh god.
“Like- like scruffing?” Steve asked, pinching his bottom lip in concentration. He wasn’t- no, his body was not betraying him right now. This was too much, too weird. Too new. “Or- do you only use scent? Is that all? I’ve never-“
Yeah, that went without saying.
“No, we use all sorts of sensation.” Eddie paused. “Or, I do. Can’t always say the same for my peers.”
He was being cheeky, but Steve was too distracted to care.
“Like what?”
Please. He needed to know more.
“Uhh…” Eddie sounded surprised now, as if he couldn’t believe Steve would ask for more information. “Well, spit’s a big one.”
Spit.
Steve wanted Eddie to elaborate, but his tongue was kind of stuck.
“You ever seen what Alpha saliva can do to an Omega?”
Steve frowned then, casting around for- for any mention. But god, he was surrounded by Beta’s. He didn’t know shit about Alpha’s, did he?
“What does it- what does it do?”
“Kind of works like a mild aphrodisiac, in the right circumstances. You can’t just- you can’t use it like a drug. There has to be some connection, some intention. But it works wonders. Gets them all wet and squirming and overstimulated-“
By doing what exactly?
“How do you- how does that work?”
He was pretty sure he knew how.
“In lots of ways,” Eddie said. “Spitting in your mouth, getting it all over your-“
“Okay!” Steve interrupted, throat constricting as he tried to straighten himself up from his slump on the couch. “Oh my god, I get it. It’s- you can do a lot- people don’t even- they don’t do that, right? That’s not- I wouldn’t even know how to- that’s a porn thing.”
There was a brief, somewhat awkward pause.
“Are you trying to say pussy eating is just a porn thing?” Eddie asked, sounding throughly shocked by Steve’s revelation. It felt almost rude, how absolutely flabbergasted he was.
“Don’t- you don’t have to say it.”
Least of all because Steve was now blushing harder than before. Even Robin wouldn’t get too graphic around Steve. He had been raised in a specific type of household, so things made him….uncomfortable. Sort of. Sometimes.
Depending on the person he was talking to.
“Don’t deflect.” Steve’s mouth shut automatically, thighs squeezing together on instinct alone. Whatever, oh my god. “I’m concerned that you think cunnilingus-“ Please, never call it that again, Eddie. “Is just a porn thing. People do it in real life, Steve. Have you seriously never-“
Steve whined, a chirp slipping out on its own.
Oh.
What the fuck?
He managed to hang up the phone in about two seconds. Nope. No, he could not deal with the humiliation of having….done that. Especially when Steve rarely chirped at all.
Fuck.
Eddie called him back immediately, phone ringing three times before Steve got the guts to answer.
“Did you just hang up on me?” Eddie asked, voice full of laughter. He sounded good, sure. But now Steve was more embarrassed. He buried his face into his folded up knees, letting out an embarrassing series of noises. Steve couldn’t hold them in now, as if the past fee years had prevented him from having any sense of decorum now that he was faced with a real life Alpha. Over the fucking phone.
“Oh,” Eddie said, voice going soft. “Hey, hey. It’s okay, you’re okay. Just take a deep breath, baby. I didn’t mean to get you all worked up.”
Steve kind of wanted to throw himself out the window now. Why was he acting like this? Why did he feel the need to- god, he had so many delayed reactions, so many pushed by biological reactions. Of course, he should have figured his first conversation it’s an Alpha would go like this.
“I’m fine,” Steve managed to croak out, despite how sweaty he felt. Over heated, overwhelmed. “It’s- sorry, I’m just not used to- to any of this. I’ve never even- I don’t really know how to do this, how to be a real Omega or-“
“Well, you don’t have to be a Real Omega, so let’s start off with that.” Eddie sounded strict but not nearly as intimidating. “There’s no right way to be. Not when you find good people to experience this stuff with, you know. Maybe you should go to a show or a club-“
As if Steve even knew where a club like that would be around here. They existed?
“See if you’re into this, test the waters or-“
“What if I want- you could just show me?” Steve asked, feeling like the words were being squeezed out of him. “Or tell me. Or- or- I’ve never reacted like that to anything, so. I think I might be- yeah, I’m probably into it. Okay? Is that- is that okay?”
“That’s perfectly fine.”
But?
Steve whined again, breathlessly into the phone as he allows his neck to drop back onto his couch. Why did Eddie sound so-?
“What? Are you not- am I not pretty enough or-? Is it my body? I know it’s not the best like, example of an Omega. They told me in etiquette school that I needed to start using waist trainers, but they hurt too much. I wasn’t the type to-“
“Steve.”
Eddie stopped his upset rambling, probably unaware of the pungent pheromones Steve was putting out into his apartment.
“Yes?”
“It’s not that.” Right. Not that. Another rejection. Why was Steve putting himself out there again? Why was he embarrassing himself? “I don’t usually mess around with newbies. I assumed you were more experienced, but I didn’t realize-“
“But, like. That’s not- what am I supposed to do?” Steve asked, sounding quite pitiful. “You seem like a nice Alpha and I don’t know any in real life and I don’t know how to do any of this, especially after the break up-“
“You didn’t seem to think I was so nice earlier.” And good, Eddie was laughing at him now.
“You have a kind voice.” Ugh. He hated saying that. “And- and you explained stuff to me. No one else would have. They would have just kept sending me dick pics.”
He sounded fucking miserable now.
Whatever.
“And you think I’ll be able to- what? Help you see if you’re into hyper specific secondary sex kink?”
Steve was growing frustrated now.
“I can kind of already tell I’m into it,” He snapped. “I’ve already soaked through my pants, okay?”
Uhh.
“I didn’t mean to- I didn’t say that- I wasn’t- please, pretend I didn’t just say that.”
Eddie let out a delighted laugh.
“Oh no, absolutely not. You made your bed, you have to lay in it.” Why was that so hot? Steve was going to need a shower, Jesus Christ. He wanted to melt into the ground now. “So, you want to meet? Or just do this over the phone? It’s kind of hard to not give you what you want when you whine like that.”
Fuck off, oh my god.
“I don’t whine-“ Right. Fuck Eddie. “And yeah, we could- we could meet. Somewhere- coffee, maybe? We could do that. Am I being too eager? I can kind of- I can’t think straight.”
“I would hope not.”
Steve groaned and buried his face in his hand.
“Eddie, stop. I’ve never even been with a man and now it’s like, I’m considering- how big even is a knot? Is it like- is it the size of a coke can or-“
Eddie began laughing louder then, more unhinged than before. Steve was almost proud of himself.
“It’s pretty big,” Eddie said once he had calmed down. “Or mine is.”
Ugh.
Steve squeezed his thighs together and tried not to think about.
“You’ll explain more stuff to me?” He just wanted to be sure they were on the same page. “When we meet?”
Steve finished his night with a coffee date on the books. Or- okay, it wasn’t a date. Not really.
Steve still felt nervous like it was a first date.
—
Steve contemplated what to wear. He should have just given in and told Robin about his ‘not date’ but he knew she would probably think he was jumping the gun again. Or maybe she’d be proud of him for attempting to get laid. It was possible. It wasn’t like Steve had much experience in that particular department.
He decided to just wear a normal outfit. There was no need to be ostentatious. And Steve didn’t own anything particularly interesting, anyway.
He was too nervous to even try to impress Eddie. But-
He did have lipgloss. A tube that Nancy had forgotten about, half full and left in one of his dresser drawers.
Steve felt silly wearing it, but he refused to wipe it off once he was out the door. If Eddie thought he looked stupid like this, it wouldn’t even be worth it. Or something. Steve was trying to be more confident, he really was.
He made his way into the coffee shop, hands shaking lightly while he ordered a chai and waited patiently. He tried not to look at his phone constantly, eyes roving beyond the sparse group of people who filtered in and out of the shop.
Red. Eddie said he would have a red shirt on.
Beneath a leather jacket, shoulders broader than Steve had even expected. He was taller too, hair tied back into a low bun with sunglasses on.
He removed them as soon as he found Steve, a warm smile lighting up his face.
Oh god.
Steve was too nervous to stand, staring up at Eddie with big eyes as he waited.
“What? No hello?” Eddie asked, looking too amused for his own good as he slid the glasses into the neckline of his shirt. He pulled his chair out and sat down, clearing his throat instantly as his eyebrows raised. Steve knew that look, his cheeks heating fast. “Oh, you- you must be-“
“Yep,” Steve interrupted quickly, wanting to get this over with. “I should have warned you. I’m- it’s been a problem since I presented. My scent can be- it’s a lot, I know. Some people get nauseated by it.”
He felt ashamed of himself, though he knew he shouldn’t be. It was hard to look at Eddie now.
“I wouldn’t use the word nauseating,” Eddie said, leaning his chin against the palm of his hand. “That’s pretty mean, isn’t it? You smell like a bakery.”
Steve wanted to hide his face now. He was normally pretty good at meeting new people. It was kind of part of his career. He was charming and charismatic, but that all seemed to fly out the window when confronted with an Alpha. This specific Alpha, really.
“I highly doubt that.”
Eddie smiled serenely at Steve.
“Don’t argue with me.”
Steve felt his mouth go the opposite of dry, a confusing sensation that had him spluttering a moment before coughing behind his fists. Even his fangs felt…almost prolonged. What the fuck was going on with him?
“Fine, I smell like a bakery.” Steve was trying his best to be good and not at all combative. “It’s nice to….meet you? You look good? You look- well, like an Alpha, but- but I knew that from your pictures, so.”
Shut up, Steve.
“Yeah? Did you look at all of them?” Eddie asked, grinning as if he knew something Steve did not. Perhaps all of his borderline indecent photos, yeah. Steve knew about those.
“Yes,” Steve squeaked out, clearing his throat again. “Yeah, very interesting.” Not like Eddie hadn’t been wearing a chest harness in one photo. Which Steve had looked up, mind you. He had never seen anything like it, so. What was he supposed to think? “Not really sure how I missed what the app is for.”
Eddie shrugged.
“It happens. It’s hard to know when no one will actually talk to you.” Ah, yes. All the dick pics. “I think you’re doing a good job, by the way. Dealing with all this.”
Steve glared at Eddie, noting the snarky little grin on his handsome face.
“I can’t, um. I can’t smell you?” Steve wasn’t sure if he was supposed to bring it up or not. He was worried that maybe this was a line for Eddie, as it was for many people.
“Ah,” Eddie scratched at his neck, drawing Steve’s attention to the almost invisible patch there. “Yeah, well. I guess you could say I’m almost as blessed as you? So, I didn’t want to bother you with my scent right off the bat. Plus, I try to be discreet in public.”
Steve could understand the want.
“I figured I would just….let you have it all at once,” Steve joked, keeping his voice light. Eddie did not laugh. In fact, his gaze only grew more intense. Maybe that wasn’t the best way to phrase what he meant. Hm. “Make sure you aren’t grossed out before we- uh, not that- not that we have to do- I wasn’t. I know this is mostly just informative, or-“
Oh my god. What was he even saying? Eddie hadn’t really specified why they were meeting up or where this might be leading. He was just…supposed to answer some questions for Steve.
“You’re making it very hard to not invite you back to my apartment,” Eddie said, saving Steve the pain of fumbling through an awkward apology. “Which is unfortunate because I drove like, thirty minutes to get here.”
Oh. Steve hadn’t realized.
That made him feel kind of-
“Mine is just a walk away. If- if you’d like to walk over there. For no reason.”
Eddie smiled, softer now.
“For no reason, of course.”
—
Steve was self conscious of his barren apartment as soon as he opened the door.
“Sorry, I should have picked up a little- oh.”
Steve was interrupted by the soft push of his back against his own front door, the door snapping into place with much too loud of a noise. It didn’t cover up his sudden gasp.
“Hello,” Eddie said, boxing Steve in with the confidence of a man who knew he could get whatever he wanted. Steve wanted to hate it, he really did. “It’s nice to meet you.”
He was annoyingly charming, Steve realized.
“Are you gonna kiss me or-“
Eddie planted one on him, a hand coming up to cup Steve by his jaw. This kiss was so different from anything Steve had experienced before. He was used to sharing intimate kisses with Nancy, sure. But he could almost smell Eddie, could almost feel the steady drip of his pheromones. And he held Steve like porcelain, dipping down to meet him and lick into Steve’s mouth.
Steve gasped, arching toward Eddie without thinking about it. Eddie broke free, nose pressing indecently against Steve’s scent gland and inhaling sharply.
“Fuck, you smell good.”
Steve chirped, a noise that slipped free of its own inhibition. He was embarrassed, of course. How could he not be? Those weren’t the type of noises you made with a one day hookup.
“Stop trying to hide from me,” Eddie said with a laugh, lifting Steve’s chin and regaining eye contact. “You don’t have to- it’s not a big deal, okay? You sound- fuck, you sound so-“
Eddie’s canine teeth were prominent, his lips wet and pink from kissing Steve.
“Come here,” Eddie said, stepping back and offering his hand to Steve. “Let’s get you more comfortable, okay? You look like a strong wind might knock you over.”
Okay.
Steve could do that.
He followed Eddie to his couch, unsure of himself again once Eddie dropped down. He looked im at Steve expectantly.
“Well?” Eddie patted his thigh like a jackass, causing Steve to roll his eyes in the next moment. “You are so cute.”
Not what he expected to hear when acting like a brat. Steve blushed and kneed his way onto Eddie’s lap, feeling quite silly the entire time.
He had never-
“Don’t think I’ve ever sat in someone’s lap before,” Steve said, blurting out his first thought. “Not face to face. I think, like. Well, obviously I’ve sat on Santa’s lap. As a kid, not an adult. Obviously. That would be weird.”
Please, shut him up.
“Are you- is this okay?” Steve asked, trying to move on from the Santa fumble while Eddie looked at Steve like he was the most interesting person in existence.
“I dunno, Steve. Does it feel okay?” Eddie asked, amused beyond reason. Steve couldn’t figure out what he meant, shifting nervously as he settled awkward hands onto Eddie’s shoulders. He still had his stupid jacket on.
And then-
“Oh,” Steve said- or moaned, really. Unfortunately. Because Eddie was definitely hard beneath his ass, right? Steve wasn’t just imagining things. “That’s- that’s coke-can-big, isn’t it?”
Eddie couldn’t help himself, letting out a loud laugh as he tipped his head back.
“You are so fucking cute, oh my god.”
Eddie grabbed Steve by his hips before he could squirm away in embarrassment, pushing up in the next second so that Steve could really feel it this time.
“Oh, that’s- that’s a lot,” Steve whimpered, grinding down against Eddie’s cock and attempting to get the angle just right. He wanted to feel against his most intimate place, he wanted- “When do we get to the spitting part?”
Eddie let out another sound, a lot breathier this time.
He closed his eyes for a second, biting his bottom lip as he reached to stop Steve from rolling his hips.
“Is that all I am to you? A man to spit in your mouth?” Eddie asked, somewhat sarcastic as he breathed deep. Steve had done that to him, holy shit. Just by wiggling on his lap for a few seconds.
“Nope,” Steve leaned closer to Eddie, hands sliding to his chest with a new found bravery. “You’re an Alpha who might spit in my mouth if I’m good enough. And spank me? Maybe?”
Eddie grabbed Steve by his chin, huffing out a desperate sort of chuckle this time.
“Maybe next time.” Oh, Steve was so ready to complain. “I’ll spread your legs, slap your cunt tip you cry. If that’s what you want. But not today.”
Steve pouted, suddenly realizing that maybe he was more into this kinky side of things than he had ever realized.
“Okay, fine.” Steve opened his mouth wide, tongue sticking out. Eddie seemed absolutely mystified by his behavior. “Don’t make me wait all day.”
Having another man spit in your mouth was kind of-
Odd, really. Warm. Didn’t taste like much. But it made Steve’s blood boil, his body over-heating in an instant. He held his mouth open, waiting for-
“God, you’re a dream,” Eddie noted, grabbing Steve by his jaw much rougher this time. It felt good, actually. Too good. “Swallow it.”
So he did.
Steve couldn’t feel it instantly, the magic that Eddie had explained to him on that first phone call. It took a few moments to kick in, to really-
“Unh,” Steve whined softly, hips now moving of their own accord. Oh my god, it felt like- “Why am I so hot? Eddie? Fuck, that feels good.”
“Does it?” Eddie asked, keeping his voice soft. “You gotta tell me to stop if you don’t-“
“Yeah, yeah.” Steve truly did not give a fuck right now, okay? This was better than anything he had ever experienced in his short little life so far. “Touch me? Please? I need you to- please, touch me.”
Eddie’s hands were so big, spreading over Steve’s rib cage and guiding him. It wasn’t enough, Steve knew it wouldn’t be. But he needed- god, maybe Eddie’s spit had been fucking him up this whole time. He’d said it needed to be intentional, right?
“So, it has to be- what? Attraction? That’s what makes it work?” Steve was babbling, pulling one of Eddie’s hands to his mouth to suck on his fingers. They were long and thin, the rings clunky as Steve licked around them. It was objectively gross, sure. Steve did not care, not even a little bit.
“Yeah-“ Eddie moaned louder, cock jumping where Steve could feel it pressed to his cunt. Too many layers, so many layers. “It’s- it’s built on body chemistry or some shit. I don’t know, never had it actually happen.”
He really shouldn’t have told Steve that.
“Yeah? So I’m special?” Steve asked, smirking at Eddie with all the confidence of a man with wet pants. Jesus, he never got this wet. “Special enough to-“
He circled Eddie’s wrist and tugged it down, down, down. Until his fingertips pressed into the waistline of Steve’s pants. Eddie took over from there, pushing inside and-
“Ah,” Steve groaned, leaning his forehead against Eddie’s. “Sorry, I should have shaved or-“
“Like I fucking care,” Eddie said, voice only hinting at a growl. It was bizarre to see all the stereotypes coming to life on ways that Steve had not expected. “Fuck, you’re soaked.”
Steve felt Eddie’s fingers slip wetly over his cock, slipping slow over and beyond. Until he had to push his fingers inside, so easy that Steve didn’t even have to try to relax.
“Oh, your fingers are big too,” Steve sighed, shifting his hips as he babbled more. It was hard not to talk, even harder not to embarrass himself. “I don’t usually use my hands. I have a toy, but- it’s not the best, doesn’t feel as good as-“ Eddie curved his fingers inside and pressed. “As real skin.”
Steve felt dizzy, definitely mildly effected by Eddie’s saliva. It was a strange feeling, his body hot and prickly as he rolled his hips down against Eddie’s hand. He hadn’t realized today would end like this, with him getting fingered on the couch him and Nancy had picked together. Really, Steve had been the one to pick it.
“Yeah, that’s a big thing.” Ah, Steve felt like he was getting a lesson. A delirious thought for the moment, really. “Skin to skin contact. Gotta be careful about fucking without a condom, causes a lot of attachment issues.” Right, whatever that meant. “God, you feel so good inside.”
Steve whined at that, burying his face into Eddie’s neck again. He wanted to cum now, wanted to know what it felt like to cum with an Alpha. Because of an Alpha.
“Can I scent you?” Steve asked, unable to stop himself as he clutched Eddie’s shoulders and attempted to press closer. It was easy like this, being in a man’s lap and not having to think about much. He liked it more than he was willing to admit. “Please?”
“Yeah, yeah- just-“ Eddie reached up with his free hand, his fingers regrettably stilling for the moment. But it was worth it as Steve pitched forward and pushed his nose into the space where Eddie had peeled his patch off only seconds ago.
He smelled so good. Like a burning fire or the outdoors after a hard rain, hot pavement drying in the sun. The deep of a forest after a storm.
“Ah-“ Steve moaned against Eddie, his fingers curling into Steve again. Faster this time, using the liminal space to fuck them in and out. Again and again, until Steve could do nothing but press his open mouth to Eddie’s scent gland, unthinking and uncaring as he breathed the smell in. It made him high, dizzier than even the spit from before. Steve was going to- “Alpha, please. Wanna cum.”
It was an embarrassing slip up.
Eddie kissed Steve anyway, letting him rock down into his hand as he came. And he dripped with it, his pussy wetter than it had any right to be as he tried to calm the twitching of his thighs.
And his stupid mouth, babbling on and on, spit trailing from his fangs and down onto his chin. Steve couldn’t control it now, a reaction he had never before during sex.
“Wanna suck you,” Steve rasped, already lifting off of Eddie’s hand sliding onto the ground. He would have been proud of the fluid movement if he wasn’t so focused on getting what he wanted. And he wanted it bad. “Can I suck you?”
Eddie looked amazed.
“Jesus Christ,” He uttered, already fumbling one handed with his jeans. Steve was at least proud of the fact that he had Eddie shaking to get a blow job. Hell yeah. “You are- you are an angel, I think. Gotta be an angel.”
Steve tried to wipe his chin, but he couldn’t stop drooling. He had know that might happen, maybe. It wasn’t abnormal, just not something he had ever experienced.
Eddie’s dick was-
Big.
Not just big.
“Sorry, I should have told you.”
About the two piercings.
Holy fuck.
One through the head of Eddie’s dick, a barbell peaking out of the crest of the hood. It was cute and silver and utterly intimidating.
The second one was much worse.
It sat near the base of his cock, a much bigger and wider barbell. Right where-
Steve reached out to touch, mouth dripping with anticipation. He could smell Eddie even better like this, his thigh gland uncovered and intoxicating.
“Is that….?”
Eddie swallowed hard, eyes fluttering as Steve circled the base of his cock and rubbed a thumb against the piercing.
“Knot piercing, sort of. Gets real sensitive when I swell.”
Oh.
That was a lot to take in.
“Will you knot me today?” Steve asked in curiosity, shuffling ever closer to Eddie. He wanted to look at it, wanted to touch it more.
“Really? Seriously?” Eddie laughed in disbelief. “You never even fucked around with an Alpha a day ago and now you’re talking about getting your throat knotted. You’re insane. You wanna get married?”
Steve let out a loud giggle, leaning forward to kiss the tip of Eddie’s dick. Mostly because Steve thought it would be funny to watch him jump.
It worked.
And then Eddie had a hand in Steve’s hair and his cock was pushing at Steve’s lips, unforgiving but not quite mean. But then Steve had to think about that. What if Eddie was mean about it? What if-
Steve groaned, mouth stretching wide as he felt the first piercing slide over the roof of his mouth. It was smooth and small enough that he didn’t feel much from it. But god, he wished he could feel the other one. Steve wrapped his hand around the base, fingers sliding over it, toying with it.
He was going to develop an obsession, wasn’t he?
Steve couldn’t choke like this, it would be to embarrassing. So he tried to focus on swallowing around Eddie and jerking off what he couldn’t meet with his mouth. He wanted to get better at it, he realized. Just another thing he was discovering about himself today.
“Even your mouth is wet,” Eddie groaned, cock leaking into the back of Steve’s throat as he held Steve by his hair. It was an oddly comforting gesture. “So fucking- you drool a lot, don’t you, baby? Perfect little Omega.”
Steve whined around his mouthful, too out of his mind to really think of much.
But-
Being referred to as Omega. Being told he was perfect. Little, despite not having the ideal Omegan body type.
Yeah, Steve was obsessed.
“Fucking hell, I didn’t expect you to be this good.” It wasn’t just a meaningless compliment, Eddie sounded absolutely thrown as Steve worked his mouth up and down. Sure, he had never done this before. But-
“Watched a lot of porn about it,” Steve gasped ob his way up, leaning down to mouth at Eddie’s balls. He felt as if someone else had taken over his body completely, entrancing him to act like a slut. “Probably too much.”
Steve sucked Eddie’s cock back into his mouth, eyes closing at the taste.
“That’s even worse,” Eddie groaned, one arm falling onto the back of the couch. He reached down to grasp his own cock, pushing Steve’s fist out of the way for the moment. “Means you’ve been- what? Watching little Omega twinks get thrown around? Face fucked?”
Steve made a noise of affirmation, bobbing his head downward and bumping his chin against Eddie’s hand.
Yeah, he had been. So what?
“You’re so- oh my god, can’t believe I found you-“ Eddie tried to pull off, his cock jumping against the roof of Steve’s mouth in warning. He squeezed the base of his cock, probably fending his knot off. It was an even better thought, Eddie having to stop himself from knotting Steve’s mouth. “Fuck, I’m sorry, I can’t-“
Steve’s mouth filled with cum, some hitting the back of his throat and causing him to gag. It tasted better than he expected, though not unlike salt. That was fine, he didn’t care. It was the act itself that made him crazy. He swallowed it all all, licking the corner of his lips as Eddie pulled out. He was breathing heavy, chest lifting and falling as he stared down at Steve in pure awe.
He reached downward, a thumb trailing over Steve’s bottom lip.
“You might actually be an angel,” Eddie joked, despite how debauched their day had been so far. “But I’m really glad I messaged you.”
FYI to my fic writer friends on Ao3, particularly in the Steddie fandom. Eddywow was made aware that someone was straight-up ganking their Steddie fics and rewriting them (badly, lazily, sloppily) as Ronance. Now, imitation is a form of flattery, but this is just lazy theft.
Just gonna call them out - if your pseudonym is The_Tingle_In_The_Cooch, this is shitty of you to do. It's fine to be inspired by a fic and give credit where due if you choose to write something based off of it, but straight-up stealing and changing names is lazy, shitty, and I cannot wait until karma kicks you in the taint.
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Cat Scratch Fever Eddie discovers a cat outside his apartment. Only, not a normal cat. (hybrid au)
The Monotony of Everyday Violence Steve discovers a terrible secret at his fathers work and proceeds to communicate with the worst person possible. (prisoner/gang au)
Close Quarters Stevie can't stand her dorm mate....until she's the only thing Stevie can think about. (genderswap wlw college au)
Impressionable Young Minds The story of two boys who grow up in extraordinarily horrible circumstances.
Tentative Stevie's band gets a new helper and she isn't the nicest person in the world. (genderswapped girlband au)
I Made Loving You A Bloodsport Steve, as the problematic omega son of a crime family. Eddie, as his unwilling bodyguard.(omegaverse au)
Flashbacks A story that follows two best friends through their tumultuous childhoods and adult yearning.
Secrets, Secrets Eddie meets his match in the music department of his college, an uppity and backstabbing Steve Harrington.
Ghost Stories What if Steve skipped town before Vecna was ever defeated? What if the only thing to bring him back was night terrors of a dead man?
Consummate Professional Steve starts a new job and manages to embarrass himself all in one day. (dating your boss au)
Digging A Grave (I Can't Fit Into) Eddie is perplexed by the life of a popular boy who seems to be suffering more than anyone else he knows in this town. (troubled teen industry au)
Series List
There's Something Wrong With Eddie Eddie has a kink that only Steve can satisfy. (paypig au)
Pretty Girl Stevie plays golf at a country club but can't keep her eyes off one girl. (genderswap au)
Dom Eddie Series An incredibly long series centering Steve as a sub who accidentally stumbles into a new kink world.
Maybe Eddie, Maybe Not Steve has a crush on the wrong person. (omegaverse, my friends big brother au)
Vile Things Steve gains the attention of a terrible man. (craigslist killer dead dove au)
Uneducated Guesses Eddie talks shit to the wrong guy, ends up joining a local bdsm club for the fun of it.
In A Parking Lot Somewhere Eddie is an omega with an attitude. Steve is an Alpha with a heart of gold.
Bubblegum Girl Stevie has to do a sorority scavenger hunt. She finds unlikely help in a local bartender.(genderswap straight au)
Pornstar/Popstar Au Steve meets Eddie at a party and definitely has no clue what Eddie does for a living.
