#tf stevie

[amorphous-binary]

[discussion of Transformers: Earthspark “Home” below — not spoiler free]

I. intro

I was only very recently was able to get up to date with Transformers: Earthspark. It's super cool, and I’m really enjoying it this far, but the uh ... anti-Transformers sentiment in “Home” kind of fell flat for me.

After thinking about it for a few days, I think that I’m coherent enough to sort of ... explain why that is.

II. context

“Home” introduces us to Stevie, one of Robby's old friends from Philadelphia. Cool, cool, neat, right?

Unfortunately, Stevie is a lil’ bit of a bigot / insensitive / he doesn't really like Transformers. That's fine, I guess.

A horrible message is spray painted in the skatepark: “Transformers Go Home”. Judging from Robby, Twitch and Hashtag's reactions, this is supposed to be seen as hurtful.

Stevie's comments that the ‘Transformers’ mentioned in the message only refer to Decepticons really doesn't help. Robby and the Terrans leave at that point, and we don't see Stevie until close to the episode's end, where he replaces the “Go” in “Transformers Go Home” with “Are”, so that the message now reads “Transformers Are Home".

III. initial response

I remember seeing someone say that Earthspark actually does a poor job of engaging with any theme that is not ‘family’, and I kind of see where that critique comes from.

The audience is meant to disagree with Stevie, but it is actually very difficult to disagree with him entirely. We’ve seen images of Transformers (Decepticons, but they are Transformers nonetheless) destroying Big Ben, and attacking the White House. In “Warzone”, Megatron explicitly mentions that there were human casualties as a result of the Autobot-Decepticon fighting.

Knowing that information, I would say that Stevie's viewpoint is understandable. Hell, I find it difficult not to sympathise with humanity in general here — you have these big, massive robots that can destroy you and your loved ones easily.

I'd want Transformers to “go home”, too.

IV. criticism — stevie is sorta kinda right, y'know

I would have preferred for there to be some sort of discussion with Stevie on his views. To me, it's so weird how “Warzone” featured the deaths that came with the War — again, the human casualties — and a human who is understandably upset with Transformers for bringing their War to Earth is made out to be an antagonist for those views.

As the audience, we know that the Terrans weren't part of the War (Thrash, in particular, is extremely adamant about it in “Warzone”), but the everyday layman just sees a Transformer. Just sees another, potential threat. And after the while business with the War, the layman would be justified for having that view.

V. criticism 2 — why are we using Transformers as a vehicle* to criticize racism?

*pun unintended, but wholly appreciated

At the end of the day, Earthspark is about the Transformers who were "sparked" on "Earth". From that perspective, it makes sense why the "racism" featured focuses on them.

But attaching any sort of lesson on racism (or what is clearly meant to be the equivalent of racism) to non-human characters just feels ... I guess the word is "shallow"?

It's weird, because, I don't have this hang-up when the non-human characters are being racist to each other. Like in “Warzone”, when Shockwave referred to the Terrans as “lower class Cybrids”.

I guess the difference is that the “racism” in “Home” felt forced whereas in “Warzone” it felt far more natural?...

VI. conclusion

It's rather late in my time zone (3:43am at time of posting) so this is probably not very coherent at all but ... eh.

I’m still excited to see what more Earthspark has to show us, though!

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[marxthedumdum]

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[sturthepotofmadness]

Rumble & Eject (Shattered EarthSpark AU)

Original post here. Variation/part of "Decoy" and happens around the same time. I still need to write everything between the original post and this one, but this idea wormed in first so it's being written first. Long post ahead.

Megatron heard Optimus release a strained growl when his sensors finally realigned themselves with his normal settings. His blue optics immediately spotted the fleeing orange humanoid shaped cassette-bot and the green bird cassette-bot, the forest quickly hiding their advance.

"Where is Steeljaw and Eject?" Megatron asked, looking towards Optimus as the former Autobot looked towards the forest, then somewhere behind Megatron, before finally looking at him.

"Frag if I know," Optimus answered. "Best guess is that they fled at the start of that attack."

Megatron's optics narrowed, then said, "We cannot allow Soundwave to know what happened here."

"You've said it yourself before: No one can hide anything from Soundwave," Optimus deadpanned. The purple and black bot looked behind Megatron again. "And why are you here, Dr Meridian and... whatever your name is?"

Megatron turned around, quickly seeing Atlas Meridian and Stevie Lister come out from some of the nearby bushes. "How long were you there?" Megatron asked.

"We just got here," Stevie countered. His skin was on the darker side, eyes and hair were the same deep brown near-black color, and hair somewhat messy and kept under a pale lavender helmet. He also wore a jacket with an odd pattern on it, switching between white, charcoal grey, and the same lavender as on the helmet. His pants were also charcoal grey and white, though his right hand was gone, replaced with a mechanical variation. Whether that went beyond his hand or not, he couldn't tell due to the jacket.

"All we heard was not telling Soundwave," Atlas continued.

Megatron vented, looking away briefly as Optimus said, "Well, if you want to get on Soundwave's good side, as like all you brats like to do, feel free to tell him."

"Optimus, no," Megatron snapped, his helm snapping to look at Optimus. The white and blue bot rattled as the purple and black mech snorted.

Atlas sighed, shaking his head slightly as Stevie asked, "Why shouldn't Soundwave be told, though?"

Megatron froze as Optimus stated, "Short version, Frenzy." With that, he former Autobot turned and walked back towards the base, saying, "If you need me, I'll be seeking out Twitch."

"She's currently at the flight deck with Tarantulas," Atlas informed. Optimus made a noise in reply before fully walking away.

The moment Optimus was gone, Stevie asked, "Who's Frenzy?"

"That... is not my place to say," Megatron answered before he transformed. He flew back towards the base, not noticing the looks he got from the two humans.

-(...)-

"Who's Frenzy?"

Soundwave blinked at the sudden question, then looked towards where the voice came from. Thrash was there, with Stevie perched on his shoulder. Thrash's alt mode was a motorcycle, whose colors came in as a near black and red, with some bits of slate, and his optics settled on a golden color.

Soundwave quickly realized that the question came from Stevie, if his staring and Thrash's still shy demeaner was any indication.

"Frenzy: cassette perished in the war," Soundwave stated.

"Cassette?" Thrash quietly said, confusion clear in his voice.

Soundwave tilted his helm slightly, allowing his bright red and deep blue plating reflect what light there was in the room. "Query: How did Stevie find out about Frenzy?"

"Optimus mention 'em when I asked why you shouldn't know about whatever they were talking about," Stevie answered.

A darkness stabbed his spark as he was reminded of his last remaining cassette. Like how he didn't learn into later that Rumble...

He shook his helm and requested, "Stevie: overheard?"

"No," Stevie replied, "I only heard the tail end about not telling you."

His visor darkened a bit, then said, "Soundwave: thanks Stevie." Soundwave stalked off, ignoring how Thrash decided to look at him during the process before he left.

-(...)-

"Hello, Soundwave," Optimus blandly stated, causing Megatron's attention to snap towards where Optimus's voice was directed to. The bright blue visor of Soundwave looked at Optimus, then glanced over to Megatron.

"Query: What do you wish me to not know?" Soundwave asked. Optimus glanced over, but didn't say a word.

"Pardon?" Megatron questioned.

"Stevie: Relayed you two wanted to hide something," Soundwave continued. "Hide: from Soundwave."

Out of the corner of his optic, Megatron noticed Twitch, Thrash, Stevie, and Atlas by the entrance, staring at Soundwave.

"I told you he would find out," Optimus commented in his usual bored tone. Megatron glared towards Optimus, but the former Autobot was already back to going through reports.

"Megatron: tell?" Soundwave requested.

Megatron was quiet for a moment, then sighed and said, "Yesterday at about noon, myself and Optimus encountered Steeljaw, Sundor, Eject, and Rumble."

He could immediately tell Soundwave's emotions took a dive through his field. Carefully, Soundwave asked, "Rumble: harmed?"

"He hurt us more than we hurt him, if that's what you mean." Optimus replied.

"Optimus," Megatron hissed.

"No," Soundwave interrupted. "Eject: looks like Frenzy?"

Optimus didn't answer, leaving Megatron to do so. Megatron looked towards the ground and answered, "He... looks less like her compared to during the war."

Soundwave was quiet, then asked, "Rumble: still thinks Eject is Frenzy?"

"It... still appears so, yes," Megatron hesitantly replied. Soundwave's field seemingly got darker and the red and blue mech let out static.

"Does Rumble still blame me?" Soundwave quietly asked, breaking his habit.

Megatron went silent for a good few moments. Once those moments passed, he answered, "From what I can tell... he still does."

-(<^>)-

He trembled as it kept replying in his helm. He knew Miscom didn't mean it, but it broke his spark nonetheless. His spark... and his cassette's sparks.

"Why didn't you tell her!"

A crying scream broke him out of his thoughts, looking towards the yellow frame of Rumble, but his mind only said that his cassette lost his beloved twin sister.

Rumble hiccupped and twitched and rattled, continuing, "Y-You could've said tha- that Eject had the same color, b-but you didn't and sh-she's dead! I can't feel her, why c-c-couldn't you save her?" Even with the visor covering his optics, tears streamed down Rumble's face. Much more softly, but in a much more broken voice, Rumble asked, "Why didn't you save her?"

"Rumble-" Laserbeak attempt.

"NO!" Rumble cried, quickly turning and running out of the room, his hiccups echoing across the room and hall.

Laserbeak pressed herself against Soundwave's leg. He absentmindedly placed his servo on her helm as Ravage buried his helm in Soundwave's side and Buzzsaw simply lowered xyr helm.

-(...)-

Soundwave lowered his helm. He was quiet, then he stated, "At least one of my beloved cassettes is still alive."

"Is he, though?" Optimus suddenly stated. "I mean, Rumble is Blaster's cassette now and despite Blaster being captured, he technically hasn't switched sides again, has he?"

"Optimus," Megatron warned as Soundwave tensed.

"Am I wrong?" Optimus shrugged, finally turning to face them. "Sure, the war's over, and we have no scraping idea what happened to Cybertron, but there's still Autobots who haven't yet or never will surrender. Knowing Blaster and his cassettes? I doubt they ever will change, especially with how unstable Blaster's code is and how it affec-"

He didn't get to finish as Soundwave suddenly bolted over and punched Optimus in the faceplate. The former Autobot didn't move as Soundwave turned around and stormed out of the room. He didn't even seem to notice Twitch, Atlas, Thrash, and Stevie, who moved out of the way as the communication specialist left the room. Megatron just stared, optics wide, staying where he stood.

Moments passed after Soundwave left before Megatron said, "Optimus, why?"

"I'm not wrong and you can't tell me that. RAPTR can confirm it for you, if you want," Optimus deadpanned, lifting up his helm and turning back to his work station.

Atlas finally made himself, Stevie, and the Terrans known, clearing his throat to get their attention. "Should we... assume not to approach Soundwave for a while?"

"Yes," Megatron sighed. "You'll have to forgive him. A... sensitive topic came up."

Twitch's optics narrowed at them as Atlas nodded and moved to shoo away the Terrans and Stevie. The group left, though Twitch stared at Megatron for a few more moments before following them.

"Watch Waspinator be the last one to find out," Optimus stated.

"Don't doubt xem. Sure, xe doesn't like GHOST or RAPTR, but xe watches over Stevie and Thrash well enough," Megatron replied.

Optimus rolled his optics. "Sure, keep telling yourself that and believe GHOST can hold Jazz for long. You'll believe me in time."

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[m0onson]

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[the-archxr]

your sex is on fire

steve harrington x afab!reader

summary: after defeating vecna, you and steve reunite in the best way possible.

a/n: *gif is not mine, it’s from pinterest* why did this take me forever? who tf knows. also in regards to the song inspo, the title says it all (if you know, you know). for the longest time, I was stuck between writing this one and another one that wasn’t smutty, but then I had a big brain moment and decided to combine them :)

warnings: +18 content; SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT, nothing BUT smut (THIS SHIT RATED…PORN); fluffy; hella passionate sex; we survived the end of the world and now we gotta fuck sex; graphic sex; multiple orgasms; light teasing; over stimulation; switch!steve; face-sitting (oral sex, f receiving); cum-eating; hair-pulling kink; praise kink; dumbification kink?; unprotected p in v sex; creampie; LOTS of dirty talk (but it’s full of love)

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“Jesu—fuck, —.” Steve sighs. “I’m tryna’—fuck, you want us to crash?”

Your mouth drags along the side of his throat, a rogue hand slipping down his chest and to the waistband of his pants. You hardly touch him, nothing more than feather-light touches as you palm him through his joggers. You’re restraining yourself as much as possible, and yet? The poor boy shakes beneath you. Whether that’s the adrenaline from nearly dying and subsequently surviving, or simply from the way you nibble at the skin under his ear.

Either way, you need each other.

Desperately. Insufferably.

Huffing, you bite at his jaw. “Just, dammit Steve, just park the fucking car.”

“We’re almost home, —.” Letting go of his dual-grip on the wheel, he picks your hand up from his crotch and puts it in your lap: a silent and unspoken warning as the car accelerates. “I’m already breaking so many traffic laws here, babe. Won’t be able to control myself if you keep doing that.”

You hum. “That’s kinda the point, Harrington.” Leaning over the console, you kiss the corner of his mouth. “Want you now, Stevie.”

“Jesus Christ,” he whimpers, eyes rolling into the back of his head like slot machines.

Even in his attempt to increase the distance for the sake of his better judgment, the heat rages on. And you suppose, as the realization falls upon both of you, that’s what spurs him on. All while maintaining his grip on your wrists, he spins the steering wheel harshly. It’s a sudden movement that rattles your unbuckled bodies around as the beemer rolls down the street. Then, down the darkened stretch of road, your apartment materializes, and instead of slowing down, Steve presses on the gas until the car is haphazardly parked.

From that point, everything blurs together.

Never mind whatever the fuck happened within the past four hours. The only thing you could focus on was the feel of Steve’s hand around yours, the cold press of the elevator wall against your back, and the sensation of sharp teeth on your shoulder.

He kisses you then: hot and heavy and full of strangling anticipation. With one hand on your jaw, he snakes the other down to your thigh, hitching it up to his hip and securing it there. His mouth opens wide; an attempt to devour you whole as he grinds into you.

“Steve…” Tilting your head to the side, you expose the wide expanse of your neck to him. “Steve, please…” The tip of his tongue peeks out, getting lost in his own ministrations. In the mirror on the opposite wall, you watch as he tenderly licks at the soft curve of your collarbone until purple bruising appears in his wake.

The elevator dings, prying a reluctant Steve off of you. But for only a moment. Because as soon as the doors open—and he determines the coast is clear—he’s towing you behind him towards your shared room.

You stumble over your own feet; excitement sending jitters all throughout your body as Steve pushes you through the threshold and up to the wall.

And then similar to the elevator, your boyfriend juts a knee between your thighs and places your hands on his face. He kisses you deeply, instantly robbing you of any breadth as he groans into your mouth. “Was so scared for you, babe.” His teeth clamp down onto your bottom lip. “So fucking scared.”

You kiss him back with just as much fervour; soaking in the intense smell of gasoline, soot, and the remnants of his shampoo. “I’m right here.” Another kiss. “Steve,” you meet his gaze with the free hand that grips his chin. “I’m right here. I’m okay… We’re okay.” His face is sombre, the melting tension of nearly losing your life turning into dried tears and rushed kisses. Tears that are embraced by loving hands and delicate forehead kisses.

“We’re okay,” he reassures.

Your hand falls down his chest until your fingers find the skin of his abdomen and then you press a slow peck into his cheek. “Steve, if you—want you to touch me…” Gripping the edges of his shirt, you pull him into you. “Want you to fuck me, honey.”

His face ducks and disappears into your chest, the dirty curls nuzzling into your equally dirty shirt. “You sure? Cause I—fuck, baby, I don’t know if I can be gentle right now—“

Carding your fingers through the roots of his hair, you yank his head up to yours, eliciting a low whine that shoots right down to your cunt. “I’m sure.”

He doesn’t say anything after that, but a new kind of determination glazes over his eyes. Pools of warm honey darken into the colour of molasses as he pulls you from the wall and chucks his jacket onto the couch. His shirt is next, tearing itself from his body, with adventurous fingers trailing down to yours. Soon you’re both in your underwear, falling into walls and tables, knocking over vases and picture frames until you finally make it to the bed.

Steve flops down first, the old mattress creaking beneath his weight and your sudden movements as you clamber on top of him.

Knees settling on either side of his hips, you lean down to his neck. Kissing and sucking at each mole and every freckle, you soothe the bitten areas with your tongue. Taking hold of his hand you bring it up to your back where he unclasps your bra. The fabric falls over your shoulders and onto his chest, breath faltering at the sight of your entire upper half completely bare for him.

His hands glide up your rib cage, smoothing over every dip and every curve until he has a firm grip on your torso. Sitting up, he presses his chest to yours and allows his knuckles to descend over the underside of your left boob. “You’re stunning, ya know that?”

You smile. “You tell me every day.”

Steve purrs, lips capturing your nipple in his warm mouth. “I know,” he grumbles into your chest. “But today was almost the last day where I would’ve been able to.”

You frown slightly, the bittersweetness of it all beginning to dawn on you.

“Which is why I’m gonna say it more often. Can’t have you leaving this earth without knowing how much I love you.” Butterflies bloom in the space behind your ribcage, tying intricate knots around your beating heart and flying away with it towards him. It’s an earth-shattering, death-defying force that binds you to him. It’s a force that kept you both alive long enough to see today.

And it’s that same force that makes you want to ride him into oblivion.

He bites at the sensitive flesh, kneading your other breast in his hand as he rubs onto you. He’s painfully hard—a thick heaviness resting against your bare thigh that twitches in his boxers with every shift. “Which is also why…” he begins, two calloused hands coming around your back, holding you close to him. Impossibly, and breathtakingly close. “I suddenly realized what I want before I die.”

You whine at the weight of his hips bumping into yours; at the feeling of your resolve growing sluggish by the minute. You have half a mind to respond to him, although the sound you make could simply be mistaken as one of pleasure.

But regardless, he answers it. His very own personalized call and response.

“I realized that before I eventually go…” he lies back down, hair billowing out from behind his head onto the pillow. “I want you to sit on my face at least once. Want you to cum on my tongue, babe.” Shock cuts through every sensation as your eyes widen in his direction.

His proposition makes electricity prick at the goosebumps along your skin.

He wants you to sit on his face.

Steve’s eaten you out before—many times before. Quite possibly, it’s his favourite thing to do. A fact he so gladly owns up to. And in doing so, he’s had no problem pulling orgasm after orgasm out of you that way. But you’ve never sat on his face.

Part of you up until now didn’t realize you could do that. That your partner could want that.

You almost protest. Almost mumble out something about how if you sit on his face he might die earlier than you both would’ve liked. But then you see him. The faint colouration of the streetlight outside of your window, along with the reflection of the moon, illuminates him.

It highlights the rigid line of his cheekbones; the way his mouth pulls into a tight grin; the way his hair falls softly around his face and the shadows casting over his gaze—a line of sight that hasn’t once left you.

He’s beautiful.

A renaissance painting come to life. A Da Vinci model plucked out of time and placed right here before you, under you. An offering. One that commits a lifetime of undying love and passionate sex.

You almost miss the slight nod of your head, if it weren’t for the look of surprise that tugs at his features.

It doesn’t last long though because then he’s helping you out of your underwear and up his torso until your body rests in midair just above his face. You’re incredibly exposed; a different kind of trepidation drowning your veins in freezing cold water.

And then in a moment of confidence, you lower yourself just enough for you to feel his hot breath on you. You stay there for a second, surveying how you’re going to do this, and how you think Steve wants to do this. But soon, without any warning whatsoever, he’s pulling you down completely. He smothers himself until his nose is pressed into your clit and his lips rest around your entrance. You gasp at the close contact: high-pitched and sharp, reverberating off the walls of your room.

Which is when he starts to move.

His hands smooth themselves down your hips and over your thighs digging into your skin as he holds onto you for dear life. The act almost seems self-soothing, like a child rubbing their arm in an attempt to calm themselves during a storm. Though as he kisses the hooded part of your pussy, followed by the agonizing drag of his tongue between your folds, you realize that him touching you like this is just a sign that he’s enjoying himself.

And fuck, you are too.

You should’ve done this fucking ages ago.

Steve starts off with kitten-licks; gently exploring the new parts of you that have gone untouched, nose bumping over and over again into your pelvic bone as your hips shift.

There’s a sudden vibration against you, low in energy and baritone in sound. At first, you mistake it for a moan, but then you hear it again. This time it’s a little stronger to the point where you feel it in your belly and in your kneecaps. And then you understand he’s trying to talk to you.

His eyes, which look up at you from between the space of your thighs—a sinful sight that you nearly cum on the spot from—are expressive, as the muscles in his face contort. With what little strength you have, you grab onto the headboard and lift yourself off of him.

His stunted intake of breath manifests in sheepish embarrassment as you look down at him. “Sorry.”

Steve shakes his head, tendrils of damp hair sticking to his forehead. “Absolutely never fucking apologize, babe. I was just tryna ask how you were doing up there.”

Laughing, you run your fingers through his hair and push it off of his face. “Good… It feels good.”

“Good,” he grins, sliding back down to reposition himself all over again. “You taste fucking good, too.” Sighing, you attempt to steady yourself with your grip on his head. “You might wanna hold on, sweetheart. I’m not stopping until you cum.”

With as much energy as when you were taking your clothes off, Steve dives back into you and not once does he let up. You do as instructed, white-knuckling both his hair and the wall as he bobs against you.

He’s ruthless in his efforts.

Utterly ruthless.

The sounds that emanate from him rumble the lower half of your body. A divine mixture of sultry groans and hums, all tongue and teeth as he feasts on you. By now you’re completely riding his face; humping his nose with ease as your slick spreads across his mouth.

You’re a whiny mess. The feeling of your throat and fluttering hole closing simultaneously is suffocating—enough of a reason to drive you downright mad. Pressure builds in your belly, the beautifully taut knot of your nearing orgasm growing tighter; keying higher and higher with every suck of his mouth, and every grind of his chin.

“Steve…Stevie, baby…” your free hand flies to the roots of his hair, pinning him in place as you buck wildly against him. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum. Gonna cum, Steve…”

His voice is still muffled by your cunt when you realize he says something along the lines of ‘come on, pretty girl’. And that’s when the coil snaps in two, forcing your knees to close around his head and sighs to tumble out into the air.

Your orgasm seems to leave just as quickly as it came; dispersing through your veins with a painful gasp, and aching limbs finally falling limp. Steve’s quick to move out from beneath you as you collapse forward, colliding into him out of early exhaustion.

You’re panting heavily, fingers desperate to find purchase on the loose bedsheet; to ground yourself to this realm. As you calm down, the numbing sensation slowly dies down. Steve kisses you then—your taste being the only thing on his tongue, and the only thing you can truly recognize.

“You did good, babe. So very good.” Another kiss, this time to your cheek. “Can’t believe we almost died without doing that first.”

An echoey giggle escapes you, hushed into his bare chest as your fingers toy with the edges of the bandage wrapped around his abdomen. As your consciousness cements itself to your body, a sadness suddenly befalls you. A sadness that you don’t quite acknowledge until he mentions it. “Hey,” tucking your head over his shoulder, he presses his nose to the shell of your ear. “Don’t do that, yeah? I’m still here. We’re okay, remember?”

“…I know, it’s just…” for a moment you consider entertaining the tenderness in the air. You both could sit down finally and truly talk about all the shit that had gone down the past couple of days. You could address the losses—Max and Eddie, and the pain you aren’t too sure Dustin will ever get over. You could address the fear you experienced watching Steve get pulled under, and the reality that if those vines had just pulled a little tighter you would’ve all died.

These are things you know have to be talked about eventually. But that’s just it.

Eventually.

You two always figure it out. There’s a time, and a place where you and Steve will always reunite; will always meet in the middle and will always be there when the other needs to talk.

But right now you need each other for different reasons.

You are each other’s lifeline; the saving grace that you both achingly need. And all you want is to drown in it, and in him.

So that is exactly what you’ll do.

Clearing your throat, you sigh. “…It’s just I wanted to make sure you could handle it. Ya know, for what’s gonna happen…”

A smirk forms on his face at your suggestion. “‘For what’s gonna happen?’” You nod into him, acutely aware of how he attempts to take his underwear off with you still on him. Sitting up, you move down his chest until your hips meet his; nearly joined completely and awaiting the inevitable green light.

It’s a moment of silence in which neither of you can operate properly. You both are far too caught up in the feel of each other to process what dysfunctionality even means; to understand the implications of how lucky the two of you were today.

Your hands cross over his chest until you’re stable enough to hoist yourself up as he aligns his dick with your entrance. The silence is deafening: thick as a sweltering fire and as deadly as oxygen. It isn’t until you see the way Steve’s chest heaves, powerful and rugged as he stares up at you through thick lashes, that you quickly exhale. “Think you can handle me, Harrington?”

He doesn’t spare a beat.

Clicking his tongue to the roof of his mouth, he waits—abdomen constricting with every daunting inhale. Grabbing the back of your neck, he pulls you towards him, holding you only inches away from his face. “Think you can handle me, —?”

It’s that single sentence that sets off the chain reaction. A tumbling domino effect that begins with him jamming his tongue in your mouth at the same time he shoves inside of you. You let out a repressed gasp, one that he swallows without a second thought. He takes the time and the opportunity to suck on your tongue until your tastebuds are swollen. He bites at the sound of your moans, moving against you in continuous motions as your mind slips into darkness.

Steve doesn’t give you time to adjust to him in any way. His hips, desperate to feel you, and desperate to fuck you, already begin moving. Everything, from your surroundings to the man before you, works in tandem to wind you up just that much more. From the sound of Duran Duran playing faintly from your downstairs neighbour to the grip he has on your neck—everything collaborates until a blinding symphony. It’s an obscene, disgustingly pornographic view. One that only worsens when Steve’s intent gaze falls to where he pistons into you; spearing you on his cock until you're fucked stupid.

You watch the vein in his neck strain against him as he controls himself. “What were you saying…a—about me being able to handle it, sweetheart?” He grunts out.

Gritting his teeth together, he peeks out from behind a curtain of fallen hair. “As far as I can see…” he gives you one particularly hard thrust, connecting your hips and allowing for the tip of his cock to kiss that spongey part within you. “You’re the one who’s cock drunk, babe.” He lays a gentle smack to the globe of your ass, earning a whimper from you. “Not that I mind. Wanna’ show you just how much I fucking love you.”

Keeping up his tempo, Steve soldiers on. Pulling your head back farther and farther with every thrust, he marks up the skin along the column of your throat. Crying out, you screw your eyes shut and dig your nails into his biceps. Neediness gets the better of you, tricking your body into rocking him in your very own pattern. “Stevie…”

With a shaky exhale and aching hands, you make a feeble attempt to hold onto him. “I—fuck, Steve, I wanna, I wan—oh my god.”

Your second climax hits you immediately. The barely-there build up bleeding into a crashing high that leaves no room for coping.

You are still around him, inner walls squeezing him like a vice. Your toes have begun to curl in response, your body having lurched forward as you try to string words together to form a coherent sentence. Though, with the way, he’s been fucking you…

And if he keeps fucking you like this…

You consider you may never be able to speak again.

He kisses you for the thousandth time that night, hushing your uncontrollable babbles as his hips pick up speed. “Don’t need to say anything, pretty girl, already doing so good.” His large palm keeps your hips still as he drives into you, the incessant panting in your ear making you wet all over again. “So,” another snap of his hips. “So,” and another. “…fucking good.”

You whine as your vision goes cloudy—evidence of yet another orgasm taking charge. “Think you can give me another one, babe? I think you can… Fuck, I know you can.” Steve’s voice drifts in and out of your ears. Part of you thinks you hear him, and the other part, the one lost to time and space, can’t hear him at all.

With your limp body still in his arms, and with his pace unrelenting, Steve leans back into the headboard with a loud thud. Entangling your limbs as close as possible with his, he presses hot kisses into the side of your head, hooking his chin over your shoulder. He takes a second to readjust your body on his before speaking. “You’re gonna give me another, okay? Want you to cum one more time.”

“I don’t think I can,” you lie. It’s a half-baked one. A shitty excuse of an attempt to alleviate your delicious suffering. Your pussy is swollen. Abused and puffy and probably, undeniably red. It’s gratifying and damning all at once. Which is why you lie. Though the flames of satisfaction; the culmination of adrenaline, arousal, fear and desire, lick at your belly and swirl in the pit of your stomach, you lie.

You’re overstimulated.

Incredibly so.

But you know he won’t stop, because you couldn’t trick yourself into thinking you even wanted him to.

“Yes, you can.” It’s a breathy command. Quiet and slow, an opposing force to its true intention. The words are out in the open, the ground rules set in stone and presented on a silver platter. But you can’t tell if he’s talking to you, or himself, making the already complicated situation that much more complicated. Sweat makes his fingers slip, and makes his body loosen beneath you as he tries to maintain his grip. He’s struggling at this point; the feeling of him swelling in you growing more and more apparent. You can tell he’s close. So fucking close.

And you are too.

You’re right. Fucking. There.

“Almost there, baby. Just a—“ he slams you down onto his lap. “Just a bit more…”

Moaning erratically, your nails scratch down his back, your body not being able to do much else as he moves you in place, up and down on his hilted shaft. “Oh my god, yes. Yes, yes—fuckyes—right there.” A cry rips out of your throat as your upper body falls slack. “Fuck, Steve, yes!”

Your third orgasm shatters you completely. In every way, it destroys you; locking up your muscles and your mind, and ridding you of anything that isn’t white-hot pleasure. You scream in response, the record-scratch sound taking with it every last ounce of energy from your bones until you’re a pliable heap of arms and legs.

You feel as though you’re floating; the mindless darkness of earlier morphing into blotches of bright colours and glittery stars.

It’s all-consuming. All-encompassing as time passes on in what seems like a different universe.

Yet even in your haze you know Steve’s not too far behind.

“God, I love you. Love this—love this fucking pussy. Love you. Fuck.” Holding you in place, he loses control as his own high dominates him. The dam breaks, and his hips come to a stuttering stop with his own climax. Warmth pooling in your cunt as he flops on top of you, still holding you close as you take each other in.

There’s a nagging part of you that pressures you to acknowledge what happened today. To confront Steve about it; to act on it like a healthy couple does. But the sight of him nearly asleep makes you weak. And so you decide to trade in the stress and pain of today for peace as the two of you lay there; breathless and spent as you slowly renter your bodies. Bringing your legs up to Steve’s hips, you wrap yourself entirely around him, until all you can smell is fresh sweat and old smoke.

“Have I ever told you that I’m in love with you?” He kisses the area where your heart rests, canting his body so that he’s comfortably cuddled up to you.

You laugh softly. “…A time or two.”

•••

Steve Harrington Taglist (+18)

@freaky-dcaky @spideyssunflower @detectivecarisi-1 @superfanmixromancepony @bookfrog242 @spectorfilms @serrendiipty @keepingitlokiii @v0idl1nq @blindedbyyourgrace17 @mrmoonman @emileebert14 @wordle233 @demirunner @randomlyblue @sad-innit @smarie7543 @scoopsahoyharrington @moonknightyws @imanilizabeth @gracie-marvel @liltimmyst

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington #joe keery #stranger things x reader #stranger things x fem!reader #stranger things smut #stranger things #stranger things 4 #st4 #st 4 vol 1 #st 4 vol 2 #the-archxr writes

[st4rr-girrl]

Gang hcs with a crackhead! Reader

You alrdy know that Two-bit, soda, and Steve would love you sm

Like you match their energy and you’re fun asf to be around

Darry would love you, but you’d just be such a handful for him

Since he’s alrdy dealing with a whole group of depressed yet crazy kids lmfao

You’d probably hang out w two the most, cause he always has energy

Y’all tease tf out of each other

And it’s the funniest shit to the gang

They find y’all so amusing

You’ve almost gotten kicked out of multiple places due to disturbance lmfao

You’re always bouncing off the walls and other people think ur fuckin weird lmaoao

Not that you care though

But if someone makes fun of you in public and you’re right by them….

Uh-oh.

They’re in for a treat

They better sick down and buckle up lmaoo

You and two-bit would roast tf out of whoever made fun of you

And it’s actually so funny

Like I bet soda and Steve would be wheezing.

Anyways—

When you enter a room, you like to make it known that you’re there lmao.

You walked into a room that only Steve was in

“Hey Stevie-bear” you shouted when he was two feet away from you ☠️

He looked at you like “bitch wtf-“

“Don’t ever call me that again”

“Awhhh ur such a bully Stevie wevie”

You laughed— obnoxiously— before leaving to go annoy someone else.

And another time

“TWO-TWO BEAR!!” you saw two-bit outside with the rest of the gang

You ran up to him and jumped on his back and he almost toppled over in surprise lmao

“Omg hey guyysssss” you said, while the gang stared at you in shock lmao

They didn’t expect that

At all

You looked behind yourself.

“Fuck is y’all looking at??😭😭” ☠️☠️you made a fake cry voice

Two bit stood there like 🧍

Anyways it can be kinda hard for the gang to keep up w you sometimes but you make sure to slow down for them 🤷🏽‍♀️🤷🏽‍♀️

Cus y’all work together and stick together like a cute little family 🤭🤭

(Wrote this cause I am the crackhead friend lmaoaka)

#the outsiders #the outsiders ponyboy #the outsiders x reader #johnny cade #johnny cade x reader #the outsiders dally #dally winston #darry curtis #the outsiders x you #the outsiders two bit #the outsiders darry #the outsiders steve #the outsiders johnny #the outsiders sodapop #sodapop curtis x reader #sodapop curtis #sodapop x reader #sodapop #dally winston x reader #dallas winston x reader #dally #dally x reader #two bit matthews x reader #two bit x reader #two bit mathews #two bit #ponyboy curtis x reader #ponyboy x reader #steve randle x reader #darry curtis x reader

[eepylesbean]

y'know how men's situational sexuality sometimes creates funny terms?

what if when the Howlies were together Bucky justified tenting/rooming with Steve constantly as having a "wife" on the war front, bc y'know them not having/wanting language to call it *gay* back then haha

and also totally bc Sergeant Barnes spent his time fighting with the Howlies before Steve showed up telling 'em that he has a "gal" name "Stevie" back home waiting for him, and how tf was Bucky supposed to know that the fellas would end up meeting Steve and start asking questions????

and also imagine fast forward to 21st century, when Bucky's first trying out the dating apps, Steve stumbles on one of his dates by accident and gets jealous and starts trying to sort his repressed feeling about their little situational homosexuality back during the Howlies so Steve ends up interrupting Bucky's date and starting to loudly brag about being Bucky's "war wife" back in the day - their old term for it stuck during his moment jealousy - to get the gal to back off. hilarity ensues

And after all their being dumb together, they kiss and live happily ever after.

#steve rogers #bucky barnes #stucky #stevebucky #captain america #post war stucky #old losers coming to terms with their gayness #love that for them

[pisceanpleasures]

Hobie Brown (ATSV) HC’s Pt.1

I am bored, and not many people will see these anyway so

1. He gives his friends forehead kisses idc.

(When he kissed Gwen’s the first time, his delayed reaction was basically like “oop sorry luv, I should’ve asked if you were okay with that first”—despite being affectionate with her as well the more and more they started connecting and becoming friends)

For a little bit, he’s done it less with Gwen and Miles since they officially started being together and they’ve asked him about it. He let them know what was up and they were pretty much like

“bitch nobody asked you to do that, come here!”

2. (He’s very much loud when it comes to his beliefs and fighting for what’s right but he’s also quiet about it too. His political performing art pieces are loud, disruptive and in your face I’d imagine because duh BUT-)

Sometimes his anger isn’t displayed. The way you can tell he’s pissed..? The cutout around his form (and his guitar) grows larger and sharper and his colors almost dramatically invert. It’s almost like he’s glitching, except he’s perfectly fine.

(I’d like to think it’s something like this, instead of his colors just going deep red or something)

You’ll have your best chance witnessing this if you’ve ever seen him in battle with the spidey-gang and somehow they’re very close to losing.

3. If you ask him to do your hair- he will! He’s done Miles’s and Margo’s with no hesitation because he may not believe in many things but he does believe in good hair care!! (Also he loves them, of course he’d do their hair)

4. It doesn’t really make sense (to me) that his music taste wouldn’t branch out. He would like at least a couple Stevie Wonder songs.

(Who tf doesn’t like Stevie Wonder?)

5. He actually has magnificent vocals and voice control, but he goes all out for his music. He’s a soft baritone with impressive range.

#across the spiderverse #hobie brown #atsv #spiderman across the spiderverse #spider-verse #spider punk #spider-punk #these are MY headcannons #if you don’t agree then you don’t have to because again these are MY hc’s #hobart brown

[vecnuthy]

whatcha readin?

Tagged by @judasofsuburbia This is suchhh a cool idea! This list doesn't even scratch the surface, but basically all of these JUST updated, so I'm in Kermit on a typewriter mode. They're all smutty with I think one exception, so. That's your warning. And they're all Steddie. Mind the tags as always!

Money, Power, Glory by @strangerthings1975 just wrapped and I'm an emotional WRECK because this story is fucking insanely good. Mutual pining, angst with a happy ending, communication is king, sooo much fluff even with the heavy themes. The summary from ao3: Steve starts paying Eddie for sex once he discovers that Eddie doesn't just deal drugs and perform at the Hideout. Strap tf in, heed the tags, bask in its magnificence. This fic is always on my mind, no exaggeration.

is your light on? by @toburnup I love how Vio weaves nuance and simplicity and still manages to have it all land like a ton of bricks. The slowest of burns, have aloe on hand!! Happy ending is guaranteed too thank god because I want to shake the shit out of these two sometimes. This story steamrolls my soul and lives rent free in my brain, and I'm so excited to read the chapter that just posted. I'm screaming!!

Tell Me "Don't" So I Can Crawl Back In They are disasters! They are everything! Steve ditches the old friends and decides to get friendly with Eddie. Steve surprises tf out of Eddie (and me) in this one, and it's a lottt of fun to read.

I can't tune you out by @hairstevington famous musicians Steddie, fake dating/enemies to lovers, slow burn, and Buckingham? Absolutely. Read it.

Tentative by @eddywoww Sapphic Steddie with Stevie in a ln all-girls pop group with Eddie as their assistant. Y'aaallll. Shenanigans. Delicious, thirsty shenanigans. I'm literally signed up for anything that Lee does. I Made Loving You a Bloodsport, Uneducated Guesses, everythinggggg.

Blood and Water by @aidaronan sapphic witches Steddie that has me so hyped to see what all is going to happen. I live for the vibes/aesthetic, and it's already so dark and juicy!

as good a place to fall as any by @rewritingicarus photographer Eddie and amateur model Steve. Oh. My god. I fucking love this story. It's so steamy, and come ON. The title coming from Bedroom Hymns by Florence + the Machine? I jumped on it as soon as I saw the title and I haven't looked back since. I crave the updates!

What about you? No pressure, of course! @steddiealltheway @flowercrowngods @grimmfitzz @henderdads @hairmetal666 @stevebabey @emryses @wormdebut @asbealthgn @steves-strapcollection @onirislanding and anybody else who'd like to participate ✨️

#fic recs #there are seriously so many that I'm following y'all #idk how my brain keeps up tbh #but you guys absolutely CRUSH these fics. I'm in awe. #steddie fics #i could do like five more of these too #ya girl's spread thinner than vegemite on toast but i fucking love it

[luvjordie]

influencer. au. reader being a girly vlogger + tiktoker, and steve being a youtuber in the way that danny and kurtis are‼️ reader posts cute vlogs and grwms while steve constantly does chaotic shit w eddie. theyve never even met before (they think) but both of their fanbases ship tf out of them just because “they went to the same highschool and would be so cute together” robin is readers roommate and eddie is steves best friend and costar. they meet up at their unofficial five year hs reunion, and reader and stevie both vlog it and start doing collabs and they fall in looooveeeee. maybe they find out king steve was kinda an ass to reader in highschool, and steve feels really bad and invites her to collab to ease the tension. i wanna write this sb‼️‼️ lmk what yall think, im open to ideas <3

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #fame au #influencer au #stevie #x reader #youtuber au #luvjordie

[liverpool-enjoyer]

footballers at a party (think like prom/homecoming type beat)

doing this cause i literally jus got back from homecoming (which is apparently still a thing in college???)

leo: most likely did not go. BUT, if he did, hes only there because luis n ney DRAGGED his ass n offered him the HIGHEST form of bribery. sticks to the corner the entire time. does NOT hit the dance floor out of his own free will. when his friends inevitably drag him there, hes stiff as a board. just wants to go home.

luis: he’ll end up fighting some dude by the end a the night n its probly over something stupid. ney films it in hopes of putting it on social media. eventually gets dragged away by stevie gerrard who gives him some water n tells him to calm tf down.

ney: look he jus goes ham. def hosts the after party. n maybe the after-after party. doesnt remember until its too late that he has training the next day.

milly: the designated driver for the ENTIRETY of lfc. this poor dudes running around all night wrangling all these phucking players. man has to stop trent from doing some dangerously stupid stunt that may or may not have gotten him arrested and/or hospitalized. he is so utterly tired by the end a the night.

luka: hes jus having a lovely time :) usually ends up being the guy who holds someones drink to keep it safe but he doesnt mind at all!!

christian: when the partys over hes like “damn im hungry” n shows up to mcdonalds in the late ass hours of the night still decked out in his nice ass suit. considers it the best part a the night.

erling: this man. has no idea what to do the entire time. dancing? tf is that? pretty much spends the whole night following kevin around. 

sergio: doesnt rlly see the fun in partying, so he spends most of the night outside/away from the main party talking to his friends and chilling. but he does invite luka to the inevitable slow dance.

mo: avoids sergio like the fucking PLAGUE

lewandowski: wants to prove hes “hip w the kids” so he does some kinda dangerous ass stunt like jumping off a railing. most definitely breaks a bone.

#guess which one i was tonight #yeah i was leo #also look i said footballers!!! #psyduck i hope youre happy #leo messi #luis suarez #steven gerrard #neymar #james milner #trent alexander arnold #luka modric #christian pulisic #erling haaland #kevin de bruyne #sergio ramos #modramos #mo salah #robert lewandowski

[bawnjourno]

Chicago Sparks Rambles!!!

It was so slay to meet Claire @rhythmthlef Eiffel @thedevotionaltour and Sarah @ron-do-i-get-to-sing-my-way and to ofc be with my bff Alissa @taintmansion . Everyone looked so yass and slay and our group pic got on the insta story!

Also shoutout to @churippu who was so sweet and gave us the grooviest stickers in the merch line! I can’t wait to find a place for my sparkly suit Russell.

I NEVER go crazy at merch tables and have spent months not going to the movies, buying records, or eating out, so I got… 3 t-shirts, a tote bag, socks, and the pin set 💪 I love all my swag!

ofc last year in Chicago (same venue) was a bit more subdued all around energy wise bc it was still during COVID but the crowd was great this time. I wish we’d stood earlier (seated venues are like that sometimes) but the people in the front row were up dancing like crazy the whole time and other people were dancing in the aisles!

Those first few opening songs obviously went hard but I was LIVINGGGGGG during Beaver and Ron’s piano/Stevie’s drums in Nothing Is As Good As They Say It Is were fire. And Russell’s vocals in general jesus! How do u do that dude!!!

It Doesn’t Have To Be That Way has meant a lot to me personally for various reasons - mainly, I’ve felt weird and uncool my whole life and I find my passion in meaning in making art and using that art to connect with people who DO understand me - and so Russell was just introducing it and I started crying and cried the whole song 😭

Then cut to Balls when we NEEDED to get our fist pumps on!! ✊🟢

I love that they kept Shopping Mall Of Love bc people were screaming for Ronnie like it was Beatlemania. Love that bridge clapping also!

Toughest Girl In Town had one of the coolest arrangements eva god it was beautiful. And We Go Dancing went crazyyyyyyyy like I will never be that in shape in my LIFE

Eli ate that Bon Voyage solo tf up 🎸

By MTYCTD everyone was standing and dancing and the fire alarm started going off mid song but we all just ignored it 😭😭😭 tfw they are literally hotter than your mama will ever be. And the song ends and Russell just goes [slightly bitchy voice] “okayyyyyyyy. everything’s fine, carry on as you were” fjjfjfjfjfjjd

The 1 2 3 punch of Heaven My Way This Town is always godly. I made sure to scream my lungs out during the shuffle wahhhhh.

I can’t remember at what point but like 2/3 through the set maybe? In between songs Russell just starts singing 🎶My kind of town, Chicago🎶 it was really sweet

I wish they’d done the full Gee That Was Fun but the mini version served well as a final pre encore song 🥹

I had forgotten about the rainbow lights during Baby’s so thank god I was recording wahhhhhh that song goes so hard

All That was worse than IDHTBTW like I started sobbing and couldn’t stop until they left the stage 😭 They just mean so much to me!!! And Ron made a lil speech thanking us and said “I know it sounds hackneyed but at this point in the night I can’t avoid sounding hackneyed” and I mean ofc they’d say this but they said “best Chicago visit yet” which was nice

The standing ovation after All That and the pic was like 3-4 minutes long and Alissa commented on it and Claire just went “I could go all night baby!” which like so true

Russell made 🫶🫰 at the audience during this standing o and Alissa just screamed “KPOP KING !”

I stood on my chair and still didn’t get in the pic but Ron was technically on top of me so 💪😌

Random asides: got so many compliments on my Ron outfit! Sparks fans are the nicest! When our group met in the Dunkin a nice blonde woman walking outside flashed me a thumbs up from the window and then she was front row. We actually chatted after and she said she was considering going to Milwaukee last minute. Girl do it!!!! And when I got to merch and said “okay let’s start with the tote bag bc i’m gonna go a little crazy” the person in the left half of the line laughed and was encouraging lol.

Alissa and I waited outside for about half an hour and I guess the guys had been whisked away long beforehand 😅 but we said hi to Evan and Max and they were super nice!

One of the best shows I’ve ever been to. Once of the most meaningful and profound. So glad I have a favorite band. So glad I have great friends to do it all with. Gee That Was Fun (real)

Sparkle on ✨

#sparks tour 2023