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[respectundead44]

The four scientists and their son/creation

Characters in order:

Davi Chinen (Psycologist) He/they

Saffron Rosalie (Biosynthesist) they/them

Amelia Adejuyigbe (Infrastructure designer) she/her

Oscar Mannigan (Programmer) he/him

B.O.H.M.E aka Biomechanical Organized Human Mimicry Entity (robot) he/they/it (prefers he/him)

[theheadlessphilosopher]

Lost My Hold (to the Shadows of the Night)

written for ‘suck’ wc: 480 | rated: t | cw: n/a | pre-steddie, angst, hurt/no comfort (but also lighthearted?) @steddiemicrofic

"Well this is gonna suck," Eddie muttered to himself as he slung the unconscious body of Steve Harrington over his shoulder.

-

To say things had not gone to plan would be a massive understatement. By the time Team Flambe Vecna arrived back at the trailer, Eddie had been pretty sure he was dead. He’d barely been able to focus on Dustin sobbing above him, desperately trying to keep Eddie awake. The bandana was pulled from his hair and wrapped tightly around the bites on his throat while a shirt was pressed to the wounds on his abdomen. He jolted in pain at the pressure, but was too weak to move away from their ministrations. Spots dotted his vision as he drifted off to the sounds of his friends' panicked voices.

-

Eddie opened his eyes to the unwelcome site of the Upside Down. He was propped up against a tree with Steve slumped over beside him, completely covered in blood.

"Harrington?”

He shook his shoulders, watching as his head lolled to the side. Heart in his throat, he sat up on his knees and crawled closer to feel for a pulse. It was there, but faint.

"Fuck."

Eddie braced himself to stand and froze. He wasn't in pain anymore. In fact, he felt better than he had in the past week. He took a moment to take stock of himself, slowly standing up and tracing his hands down his neck and stomach. His skin was tacky with blood and his clothes were torn to shreds but his skin-- his skin was whole and unblemished.

"What the fuck," he whispered.

He looked around, hoping to see the others, but saw no sign of the rest of the Upside Down crew. They must've gotten separated somehow. Sucking on his bottom lip in thought, he startled at the taste of blood. Eddie lifted a hand to his lips, eyes widening as he finally noticed his hands. His fingers were longer than before, the tips darkened like they were dipped in ink, leading to sharp black claws. Dread sat heavy in his stomach as he glanced over to where the other boy lay.

He looked closer at Steve, thoroughly examining him for wounds, and froze. He didn't know how he had missed it, but the side of Steve's throat was completely torn out, like a whole swarm of bats had attacked the space between his neck and shoulder. Dread sat heavy in his stomach as he pieced things together.

Not knowing what else to do, Eddie hauled him further upright, untying the bandana wrapped around his throat and ripping what remained of his own shirt to fashion a makeshift bandage. Once satisfied with his work, he lifted Steve up with no effort.

They needed to get out of there. Then he'd figure out how to break the news that he'd mauled the kids' favorite babysitter.

[mattmercerbignaturals]

The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo Parlor

“Hi and welcome to “the Girl with the Dragon Tatoo-” Yang stopped mid sentence as the customer walked in. Calling her a customer wasn’t fair. She was a dream come to life. Bright, shining amber eyes, long lustrous ebony hair, a pair of lips Yang barely dared to think about kissing and a perfect figure to boot. Oh shit. “Uh, hi.” Smooth. The girl smiled and brushed a lock of hair behind her ear.

“Hey Yang. How’ve you been?” The blonde artist leaned back in her chair, linking her arms behind her head. Gotta play it cool. Girls like cool right?

“Nice to see you again Blake. Yeah, I’ve been pretty good. You?” She shrugged.

“Finally left Adam.” Yang’s heart and stomach start doing flips. Or racing each other. She wasn’t sure which. She’s single!?

“Oh, well um. Sorry to hear that?” Her voice tinged upward as Blake shook her head.

“Don’t be. He was trash and I left him on the curb where he belongs.” Her tone was final and Yang gave a soft smile.

“Well then, I’m glad he’s gone.” She leaned forward in her chair. “So, getting some new ink to commemorate the occasion?” Blake smirked and Yang felt her heart skip a beat. Fuck, she’s hot and it hurts.

“Something like that.” Yang nodded, reaching under her desk.

“Do you have an idea or should I break out the album?” She snagged the large portfolio and set it atop the wooden desk with a thud. Blake looked through the first couple images before stopping on an image of a cow skull. She smirked again.

“Something like this. Kinda poetic don’t you think? Adam Taurus’s bleached skull?” Yang let out a sharp bark of laughter.

“Alright, I can do that. Give me a bit to get the guns warmed up. Where do you want it?” Blake’s cheeks became dashed with a minute shade of blush.

“I was thinking…. On my chest?” Yang’s heart stopped. What.

“You want… a cow’s head… on your chest?” Blake’s cheeks darkened a bit more and her gaze found the floor.

“It’s stupid.” Yang shook her head.

“No it’s not. And if it was, who cares what anyone else thinks right? It’s your body and you get to decide what you wanna do with it.” A small smile found Blake’s lips.

“You’re right. Can you put it right over my heart?” Yang nodded.

“Of course. Let me get set up in the back real quick and I’ll call you in.”

It took Yang less than five minutes to get the stuff set up but another ten to mentally prepare herself. Alright, keep it together Xiao-Long. It’s just a bra. You put one on every morning. Don’t get weird or you’ll freak her out. She gave herself a soft slap to the face. Head in the game. Come on. Time to get to work. Taking some time to splash cold water in her face, she called out.

“Alright Blake, come on back!” The door opened and closed behind her. Yang patted the seat in front of her. “Take a load off, that shirt too.” She winked. Play the part. With a small laugh, Blake tossed her shirt onto a nearby chair. The last thought that came into Yang’s mind was; why isn’t she wearing a bra? Then a thump and blackness.

[respectundead44]

Working on a new book.

Genre: Steampunk sci-fi

Opening:

What defines life?

Is it flesh?

The ability to breath or move?

The need to grow?

I've asked myself this my entire existence; from the moment I opened my copper-lidded eyes.

I was trained on Life. Am I, too, alive?

[theheadlessphilosopher]

Feel So Close to Heaven

Steddie, Explicit, One-shot

Summary: “You’re going to be a good boy for me, right Harrington?” Eddie asked, hand fisted in Steve’s hair. Steve nodded or at least tried to. “Words, baby.” “Yes, Eddie. Wanna be your good boy.” Eddie smiled down at him, a challenge in his eyes. “Prove it.” otherwise known as my Dom Top Trans Eddie fic that I've been working on for way too long CW: Dom Top Eddie, Sub Bottom Steve, Spit kink, Anal sex, Strap-on bj (Read on AO3)

“You’re going to be a good boy for me, right Harrington?” Eddie asked, hand fisted in Steve’s hair.

Steve nodded or at least tried to.

“Words, baby.”

“Yes, Eddie. Wanna be your good boy.”

Eddie smiled down at him, a challenge in his eyes.

“Prove it.”

He roughly guided Steve’s head to his strap, rubbing it up against his cheek. Steve opened his mouth eagerly, letting it sit heavy on his tongue. He suckled on the tip for a moment before sliding his lips up the shaft.

“Eager, are we?”

Steve moaned around the toy in his mouth, pulling off to tongue at the sides until it was dripping with saliva.

“Gonna fuck your mouth now, okay?”

“Yes. Please.”

Eddie caressed his cheek for a moment before shallowly thrusting into his mouth, his hand a brand against the back of Steve’s skull. He quickly built up a rhythm, pressing the toy deep enough to almost trigger his gag reflex.

“You’re taking me so well, baby.”

Steve moaned and gazed up at him through his long damp lashes. Eddie smiled down at him before pulling him off roughly.

“Tongue out, darlin’.”

Steve eagerly complied, presenting his tongue. Eddie leaned forward, letting saliva pool in his mouth before spitting it onto his boyfriend’s waiting tongue. Steve’s eyes fluttered close.

“Swallow it, baby.”

Eddie watched the line of his throat as he did so, reaching out to gently thumb at his Adam's apple.

“So good for me.”

 Steve whined at the praise. He looped a finger into the strap of Eddie’s harness and gave it a light, pleading tug.

“Wanna taste you, Eddie. Please?”

Eddie felt his dick pulse at the thought, the wet heat between his legs becoming hard to ignore.

“How ‘bout I make you come on my cock and then after I sit on your pretty face? That sound good, sweetheart?”

“S’good, Eddie. So good,” Steve babbled, nodding enthusiastically.

Eddie pulled him in for a bruising kiss, pulling back with a nip on his swollen bottom lip.

“Hands and knees, princess.”

 Steve rushed to comply, presenting his ass with a teasing little shake. Eddie swatted him for his trouble but kissed away the sting.

“Brat,” he muttered as he grabbed the lube from their bedside table.

He teased a slick finger down Steve’s crack, watching as he shivered. Gently, he pressed his finger in to the first knuckle, pausing to let Steve relax a little more.

“Doing okay, baby?”

“Yeah, keep going.”

Soon he was fucking a second finger into him, curling them up to brush his prostate. Steve was moaning brokenly, head hanging between his arms as he struggled to stay upright. With the introduction of a third finger he nearly toppled over. Eddie grabbed his hip to steady him.

“Easy there, Stevie.”

“F-fuck me already,” he gasped out.

 Eddie pinched his side sharply.

“Wanna try that again, baby?”

“Please, Eddie. I need it s-so bad.”

Eddie relented, pulling his fingers out of his boyfriend, making him cry out.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart. I’ll take care of you,” Eddie whispered in his ear.

He quickly slicked up his strap before draping himself over Steve’s back. Eddie pressed kisses to the freckles at the base of his neck as he guided the slick head of the strap to Steve’s hole.

“Breathe out for me.”

As Steve let out a breath, he slid in smoothly and placed a gentling hand low on his stomach. Steve started to push back against it, but Eddie squeezed his hip to still him. Slowly, he bottomed out. Steve groaned low in his throat and Eddie kissed the nape of his neck.

“So good. Doing so good for me, Stevie.”

Eddie set a slow pace, watching his cock sink into the tight furl of Steve’s body. He held a bruising grip on Steve’s hip as he aimed for the place that had him choking on a sob. His own need coiled in his gut, making his thighs grow slick as he relentlessly hit his boyfriend’s prostate.

“Ed-Eddie, m’close.”

Eddie’s nails dug into his side, hand flat on Steve’s back to press his chest to the mattress.

“Yeah? You gonna come just from my cock, baby?” He asked, thrusts picking up speed.

Steve mumbled incoherently beneath him, hands scrabbling at the sheets. Eddie thought he could come from this alone. Just watching his baby fall apart under him with his pretty face flushed and sweaty, perfect hair sticking to his temples. His dick twitched at a particularly loud moan and he grabbed Steve by the hair to better hear him cry out.

“C’mon, babygirl. Come for me.”

He punctuated the command with a sharp smack to his ass that had Steve falling over the edge, crying out a garbled version of his name. Eddie fucked him through it, whispering praise in his ear as he spilled onto the sheets below. He stilled his hips but stayed inside him, rubbing Steve’s back soothingly.

“So good, sweetheart. You did so good for me.” He brushed the hair off his sweaty forehead. “I’m gonna pull out now, okay?”

Once he’d pulled out, he spread Steve’s cheeks to look at his puffy hole. Steve whined high in his throat.

“Mm, so pretty, Stevie. Even here.”

Eddie licked over it, ignoring the taste of lube in favor of making his boy shake. He gave it a delicate kiss before spitting directly in it. Steve moaned loudly, hole clenching in a feeble attempt to keep it inside him.

"Need more, baby?" Eddie asked, idly circling his hole with his thumb.     

Steve shook his head but didn't move, letting Eddie play with his body however he pleased. Eddie finally unstrapped the harness and got Steve to roll onto his back. He tossed the strap aside before crawling over his boyfriend and kissing him deeply.

“My good boy. My sweet Stevie,” he murmured against his lips.

Steve blinked up at him, reaching up to tug at a stray curl.

“Still wanna taste you. Please, Eds.”

 Eddie smirked, petting a hand through his chest hair.

“Yeah? Wanna show me what that mouth was made for, baby?”

 Steve nodded, grabbing at Eddie’s hips to urge him over. Giving in, he moved until his pussy was hovering over his boyfriend’s face. Steve pressed a gentle kiss to his inner thigh before firmly tugging Eddie closer and fitting his lips around his dick. Eddie keened at the suction, bracing his hands against the wall to keep himself upright.

“So good, Stevie. You’re making me feel so good.”

 Steve hummed at the praise, making Eddie’s hips jerk with the vibration. He was already dripping. He could feel the way his slick coated Steve's chin as he focused his attention on his dick. A gentle scrape of teeth had him nearly over the edge, thighs clamping around his boyfriend's head.

"Fuck, Steve. Your fucking mouth."

He thrust his hips, humping his face as he neared his climax. He felt one of Steve's fingers trail up his leg and trace his folds.

"Yes, yes. C'mon baby, give it to me."

Steve hummed against him as he coated two of his fingers in Eddie's wetness. Slowly, he pressed them inside him, curling them just right to hit his g-spot. Eddie curled in on himself, feeling his dick pulse as he reached the verge of his orgasm.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck. I'm gonna come, babe," he grunted, one hand gripping his boyfriend's hair while the other pinched his nipple.

It only took a few more thrusts of his fingers for Eddie to come. He rode out his orgasm, steadily grinding his hips down onto Steve's fingers. Steve licked up what he could of the mess until Eddie had enough, lifting himself up and off his boyfriend's face.

"Jesus H Christ, Stevie. Fuck."

​​Steve smiled dopily at him, eyes hazy and mouth slick. Eddie couldn't help but to press close and kiss him, tasting himself on his boyfriend's tongue. Eddie threw a leg over Steve's, tucking himself into his side. He buried his face partly in his armpit and took a deep breath.

"Are you sniffing me?" Steve asked, sounding fond.

"Yeah. What about it, Harrington?"

Eddie punctuated the question by licking a stripe up his underarm.

"You're such a weirdo." 

“What does that make you? You are what you eat, ya know,” he teased. 

Steve gave an exaggerated sigh before kissing his forehead. 

“Whatever you say, Eds.” 

Tag list: @stobinesque @starryeyedjanai @patchworkgargoyle @bonebase 💗

[theheadlessphilosopher]

Fem! Dreamling Drabble

1989 was the first time Hob Gadling had ever really thought about her true identity. Sure, she’d had fleeting thoughts here and there throughout the centuries, she was well-versed in creating new identities after all, but she hadn’t really thought about it. That night though, after the bartender told her about the White Horse’s impending closure and she was left to consider that she may never see the one constant in her immortal life again, she finally thought about who Hob Gadling really was. 

She had lived so many lives up to that point, but besides a few standouts, nothing ever really felt like her. It wasn’t as though she was oblivious to the existence of trans people. She’d been around a long time and had met, fucked, and loved many different people, but she’d never thought about her gender– had never even considered it an option. 

Now though, after living as a woman for almost 30 years, she feels truly alive. Her lust for life hasn’t been sated— far from it, but for the first time in a long time (or maybe ever) she feels grounded in her body. 

So imagine her surprise when 33 years past their planned meeting, she hears a familiar yet completely new voice greet her with a name she hasn’t heard in a long, long time. 

“Hello, Hob Gadling.”

Her Stranger has changed but is still so very the same as she towers over Hob. Though angular and delicate, she radiates power and strength. Her presence demands attention and Hob is more than happy to give it to her. Dark hair brushes her shoulders in gravity-defying curls and her eyes twinkle as though they contain all the stars in the galaxy. Hob can’t help but follow the plunging neckline of her blouse down to her sternum, more skin than her Stranger had ever shown before. It’s no small effort to bring her gaze back up to meet her friend's. 

“You’re late.” 

Tag List:

@cuubism

@pintobordeaux

[theheadlessphilosopher]

STWG Drabble 9/6

Prompt: No spoons WC: 406 Pairing: Steddie

When Steve got out of bed Eddie had still been asleep, which was pretty typical. Now though, it was nearing noon and Eddie never slept that late, even if he wanted to. Steve made him his morning cup of tea before heading back up the stairs to their room.

"Eds?" He asked softly from the doorway.

He could see his boyfriend laying on his back, eyes open, face blank. He barely even glanced in his direction. Steve stepped closer to the bed, frowning as he watched a tear slip down his cheek.

"Oh, baby. One of those days?"

Steve sat carefully on the edge of the bed, setting the tea on the bedside table. Eddie nodded.

"Do you want me to rub your leg?"

Eddie nodded again, face scrunched up in pain. They might've overdone it the past couple of days, but the kids had been visiting and they were both so excited to show them around. It was hard to adjust to their new limitations and sometimes there were severe consequences for miscalculating.

Steve pulled down the sheets to uncover Eddie's legs, wincing at the spasming muscles in his thigh. Steve straddled his other leg and gently placed his hands where the physical therapist had shown him. Eddie grit his teeth as Steve started to work at the muscles, moving his hands methodically to coax them into relaxing.

Once Steve had finished with the massage Eddie's face seemed a little less pinched.

"Thanks, sweetheart," he mumbled.

Steve kissed his knee.

"Of course, honey."

He moved to lay next to his boyfriend, gently pulling him into his arms.

"Do you think you can make it down the stairs today?"

Eddie sighed.

"No."

Steve pressed a kiss to his sweaty forehead.

"Okay. How about you stay comfy here in bed and drink your tea while I make you something to eat so you can take your meds?"

"Cuddle first?"

Steve huffed a laugh, pulling Eddie closer.

"Cuddle first. But only five minutes. I don't want you falling back asleep without taking your meds, babe."

"What would I do without my favorite nurse?" Eddie mused, tucking his head under Steve's chin.

"And where would I be without mine?"

"Don't let Buckley hear you say that, or she may never give you a scalp massage again."

Steve snorted, gently brushing Eddie's hair over his shoulder.

“Yeah? You gonna rat me out?”

"Don't worry, your secret's safe with me, Stevie."

[theheadlessphilosopher]

Hello, I would like some words of my favorite dynamic duo being goobers at their sex shop job!

Hello hello! Here's some Sex Shop Stobin just for you <3

"Steve, customer for you!" He rolled his eyes but set his clipboard down, adjusting the volume of his hearing aid before heading out front. When he reached the counter he froze. Standing in front of him was Eddie Munson, looking just as startled at him, his eyes impossibly wide. Steve took a minute to process, awkwardly clearing his throat. He shot a glare at Robin, silently asking what he did to deserve this level of torment, but she glared right back, one eyebrow raised in challenge.

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