#stranger things blurb

[mr-joel-keeny]

The way the smut just poured out of me this morning

Rough, dominant Steve coming your way this evening <3

You can read it here: https://www.tumblr.com/mr-joel-keeny/821859503946481664/the-reckoning

[mikes-sorcerer]

Mike Wheeler

[missceliaravens]

Stranger Things OC who’s Eddie’s younger half sister through their mother.

Who’s Dustin’s cousin through her dad being Claudia’s brother.

Who comes to live in Hawkins with the Henderson’s around Christmas after season 2.

Who’s an artist that becomes a safe place for Will.

Who’s in Steve’s grade.

And who graduates the year before Eddie despite being younger by a year.

Who’s in corroded coffin.

And Hellfire club.

Who’s a healthy older girl friend for El and Max.

Who befriends Robin in drama club.

And who becomes friends with Steve through Dustin, despite running in different social circles.

And slowly but surely their friendship starts to become something more.

Stranger Things OC who’s the softest person you’ve ever met while simultaneously being a complete badass.

And who has powers that will help save the day because I’m completely incapable of writing anything but Mary Sue self-inserts.

[mikes-sorcerer]

if this isn't a mike wheeler post idk what is.

Max would be in the comments like, "Can I have my wife back please?"

[call-me-eds]

Modern Steddie soft launching with pictures on their stories of a board game cafe or a baseball diamond, and Mike thinks Steve is spending even more time with Dustin (if that was even possible) and Eddie is taking an interest in Lucas’ hobbies. He’s pissed.

Mike puts on a thinly-veiled front that he hates Steve, but there was once a time where Steve told Nancy to lay off and let Mike explain the difference between an ogre and a troll, or would bring him candy when him and Nancy went to the drug store after school. (that was mostly not to squeal to Ted and Karen that Steve was buying cigarettes, but the reason didn’t matter to an 11 year old)

Eddie was a different story. He came up to Mike on their first day of freshman year, asking if him and his friends wanted to join Hellfire. Lucas wasn’t even at their first meeting, and it was Mike who had to get his character sheet submitted before the start of their inaugural campaign with their new friends.

Eddie had finally graduated, would never have to go to a pep rally or sit through an announcement about a new scoring record again. So when he started to suddenly ask about the Colts standings, it stung.

It stung more than Mike wanted to admit, so he kept his mouth shut. But like most teenage boys, his actions said everything his mouth would not.

“I’ll admit it, dude, it was kind of badass. The benches cleared and I swear I saw a tooth go flying.”

Lucas’ smile lit up the dark backyard they’d gathered in.

“I told you you’d like it! And there’s strategy, too-”

Mike was not as subtle as he thought when his can crushed in his fist.

“What’s your problem, Wheeler?”

He still didn’t say anything, just stood up so forcefully from his camping chair that Steve was afraid the bonfire flames would grab onto him.

Now it’s Steve’s turn to stay silent as he watches his ex-girlfriend’s kid brother, not so much a kid anymore, root through the cooler for another beer.

“He’s jealous,” he muttered to Eddie, who he’d slid closer than he should have. Steve had had just six months in an actual authoritative role over a group of children, but he was still an expert in these particular ones.

They weren’t ready to let everyone in on their relationship yet, it was still too cozy in their bubble. Keeping Hawkin’s best kept secret just between them only strengthened their bond, and everything needed to know came from the flick of Steve’s eyes between Mike and Lucas.

Eddie had been on the outside of these conversations for most of his life, forced into silence while his uncle talked to his cousins about stats and playoff chances and parlays. He’d seen the energy drain from conversations as he went on a little too long about the latest Star Trek comic. He wouldn’t, couldn’t, make Mike feel that way.

“Anyone caught up on Andor?” The first olive branch, until he could figure out how not to isolate the most sensitive in his last flock of sheep, even if he wouldn’t admit he was feeling left behind the rest of the herd.

****

When Steve and Eddie are ready to hard launch online and to their friends, Mike cannot keep quiet anymore.

“You learned about sports because you were horny? That’s worse than actually liking them.”

And to Steve “First my sister, now my friend. Who else do you want to take from me?”

****

p.s. Will knew the whole time because he overheard Jonathan complaining to Nancy about inviting Steve and Eddie on a double date again but he let Mike sweat.

[pittsick]

EATING YOU OUT ִ ࣪ ⋆ ٫٫ ( +18 ) mdni afab!reader oral sex (cunnilingus).

STEVE HARRINGTON has always been good at paying attention.

It’s the first thing you notice when he settles between your open thighs, pussy soaked with wetness. He's not rushing, not hungry in the careless way he pretends to be in front of other people, but focused. Devout, almost. Like this is something he’s chosen, something he wants to do right.

His hands rest warm and steady against your thighs, thumbs brushing slow circles onto your clit that make your breath catch before anything else even happens. “Hey,” he murmurs, voice soft, barely there. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”

You don’t answer with words, you never need to with Steve. He reads the way your body shifts, the way your fingers curl into his hair when you push him into your cunt, the tiny hitch in your breath when he leans closer. He smiles; small, private—and presses a kiss to the inside of your thigh, then another, and another, like he’s mapping you out until he gets to your soaked folds.

Steve takes his time with his tongue, mapping you, teasing you. He always does. He knows how anticipation works, how it coils low in your stomach and makes everything sharper, louder, brighter. The way his breath alone sends a shiver through you. The way your hips move without permission, chasing the promise of him and the flat of his tongue against your bud of nerves.

He hums softly when sucking and lapping at your pussy, a sound that vibrates through you, and the noise you make in response pulls a quiet, pleased laugh from his chest. “You’re doing so good doll,” he whispers, and the praise hits harder than it should.

When he finally focuses his attention on your clit, it’s gentle at first; unhurried, exploratory, like he’s listening and learning. He’s patient, adjusting his tongue to every reaction, every breathless sound you make. Steve likes feedback, likes knowing he’s the reason your thoughts start to blur, the reason your hands tug at his hair like you’re afraid he might disappear.

When your body starts to tense, when pleasure builds too fast, he pulls back just enough to make you whine, just enough to keep you right where he wants you. His hands tighten on your thighs, grounding you, holding you open not in a demanding way but a reassuring one. Like he’s saying, I’ve got you. I’m not going anywhere. Your juices are sticky on his chin, lips glistening obscenely but all he does is smile.

By the time he finally lets you fall apart, it feels earned. His tongue rubs circles onto your clit again, lapping at your folds and teasing your hole. Overwhelming in the quietest way.

Steve stays close through it all, murmuring your name like it’s something precious, something he’s proud to know. When it’s over, he presses a lingering kiss to your clit before resting his forehead against your inner-thigh, breathing you in.

“Yeah,” he says, like he’s just confirmed something he already knew. “I could do that again.”

[cherryc1nnam0n]

After watching volume 2 of season 5, I think that the one that will die will be Eleven and Kali, they are probably gonna sacrifice themselves at the end

Just a thought

[mylol887]

Right where you left the

Normal didn't last.

By the time they reached Eddie MunSon's trailer, y/n understood exactly how bad things were. Police tape fluttered In the wind. The place felt wrong-heavy, like grief clung to the walls. Steve moved first, instinct Sharp and protective. Y/n stayed close, scanning the ground, the shadows.

“This is where it happened,” Dustin said quietly.

Y/n swallowed. She glanced at Steve and saw his jaw tighten, anger flickering behind his eyes.

“They’re going to destroy him,” she whispered. “Eddie.”

Steve nodded. "Not if we find the truth first.”

Inside the trailer, when they found Chrissy’s body, y/n turned away, hand clamped over her mouth. Steve shifted subtly, placing himself between her and the worst of it, his hand brushing her back. She noticed. She always noticed.

——The Boat & The Lake——

The night they took the boat out onto Lover’s Lake, y/n hands shook as she climbed in.

“Hey,” Steve said quietly, offering his hand. “I’ve got you.”

She took it without hesitation.

The fog rolled in thick, swallowing the shoreline. The water was unnervingly still.

“This is a terrible idea,” y/n muttered.

“Yeah,” Steve agreed. “But we’re kind of experts at those.”

When Steve dove in, y/n’s heart lodged in her throat. Seconds stretched too long. Then too long.

“Steve?” She called, panic creeping in. “Steve!” The water erupted he vanished. Y/n dropped to her knees at the edge of the boat. “No, No-“

Then he surfaced, gasping, shouting. The gate. Before she could breathe, something grabbed him.

“STEVE!” y/n screamed.

The chaos that followed blurred together - hands pulling him back, blood in the water, the sounds of beating wings. when Steve collapsed into the boat, pale and shaking, y/n was on him instantly.

“You’re okay,” she said desperately, pressing her hands to his shoulders. “You’re okay.”

He looked at her, dazed, then focused. “Hey. Don’t cry.”

“I’m not,” she lied as tears fell anyway.

——The Upside Down & The RV——

The Upside Down was worse than y/n imagined. Everything felt dead—but watching. When the demobats attacked, y/n fought alongside the others, heart hammering, Steve always somewhere in her peripheral vision. When they finally escaped into the RV, she turned to him immediately.

“You’re bleeding,” she said.

Steve shrugged it off. “It’s fine.”

She grabbed the first-aid kit anyway, hands trembling as she cleaned the wounds on his torso.

“You could’ve died,” she whispered.

Steve watched her carefully. “So could you.”

Her hands paused. “Don’t,” she said. “Don’t make it sound the same.”

“Why?” She met his eyes. “Because losing you would destroy me.” The words hung between them, raw and terrifying. Steve didn’t joke this time. He just reached up and brushed his thumb along her cheek.

——The Creel House——

The Creel House loomed like a nightmare frozen in time. Y/n hated it instantly. As they climbed the stairs, her head started to throb. Memories she didn’t want clawed at her mind. She pressed her hand to the wall, breathing hard. Steve noticed immediately.

“Hey,” he murmured, stepping closer. “Stick with me.”

When Vecna struck—when Max screamed—y/n froze, terror rooting her to the spot. Steve grabbed her hand, grounding her.

“Look at me,” he said firmly. “You’re here. You’re safe.”

His voice cut through the noise. Later, when the house started collapsing, Steve shielded her instinctively, arm wrapped around her as debris fell. They survived by inches.

——Aftermath——

Hawkins broke open. The sky burned red. The ground split. Y/n clung to Steve as the world literally cracked beneath them. When it was over—when the shock settled and the town went quiet—Steve found her sitting on the curb outside the hospital, knees pulled to her chest. He sat beside her.

“We did it,” he said softly. She nodded. “It doesn’t feel like it.” He reached for her hand anyway. Days passed. Funerals. Silence. Fear. One evening, standing outside her house, Steve finally kissed her. It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t desperate. It was careful. Earned.

Y/n smiled against his lips. “About time.”

Steve laughed quietly. “Yeah. I know.” Hawkins wasn’t safe. But when Steve Harrington held y/n Henderson’s hand, it felt survivable.