Obsessions of a New Machtaholic

She/her, they/them. Sweet exterior but a chewy kinky filling!!! Suits, Teen Wolf, the Magicians, the Witcher, 911 Lone Star, RWRB and Stranger Things are some of my fandoms ... known as cinderella81 (machtaholic) on AO3

[teslacarbombz]

its just me and the mutuals i have a parasocial relationship with

[thegenderal]

[machtaholic]

Pleasure

Written for the @steddiemicrofic July 17-24 prompt ‘micro’

rated E | 555 words | tags:  established relationship, BDSM, sub!Eddie Munson, dom!Steve Harrington, overstimumlation

"You're doing so good, baby." Steve paused to card a hand through Eddie's sweat-soaked curls. "How many have you given me?"

"T-two, Sir," Eddie answered.

Steve hummed and ran his hands over Eddie's body - from Eddie's wrists bound above his head, down Eddie's chest decorated with red flogger lines, to Eddie's wide spread thighs where Steve could feel the micro muscle spasms under his hands to where Eddie's heels sat at the edge of the table.

"Can you give me one more?" Steve asked as he ran his hands back up and massaged Eddie's thighs.

"Sir?" Eddie whispered.

"I think you can give me one more," Steve murmured, leaning in and pressing a couple of kisses to Eddie's thighs, nipping gently.

"S-sir," Eddie keened.

"Your pleasure is my pleasure," Steve said. "I love watching you come apart under my hands, love every orgasm you give me, love seeing you writhe in pleasure."

"S-sir, I-I don't know," Eddie whispered.

Steve hummed and rested his cheek against Eddie's thigh, smiling as he felt another one of those micro muscle spasms.

"One more? One more for me, baby."

"Yes, Sir," Eddie whispered.

"That's it."

Steve wrapped one hand around Eddie's cock, cooing softly when Eddie whimpered at the touch, while his other hand played with the clamps on Eddie's nipples. Steve stroked Eddie's for a few moments, slow and languid strokes to get Eddie nice and hard for him.

"I'm going to fuck you," Steve breathed, pausing his sexual torture of his partner so he could unlace his leather pants and free his own aching cock. "I've been hard all night, wanting to fuck you."

"Sir," Eddie whimpered. "Please?"

"Listen to that, begging so sweetly for me." Steve reached for the lube and coated his own cock before toying with the plug in Eddie's ass. "Are you going to give me another one?"

"Please," Eddie begged. "Please?"

"So pretty." Steve gave Eddie's thigh a pinch before he removed the plug and pushed forward.

"Sir!" Eddie cried out, tugging at the arm restraints.

"That's it," Steve praised. "Feels so good, baby."

Steve gave a few languid thrusts while stroking Eddie's cock - he was holding his own orgasm until Eddie came one more time. Thrust and stroke, thrust and stroke, Steve worked Eddie until he was just on the edge of orgasm, then removed the clamps from Eddie's nipples.

"Sir!" Eddie screamed as he came.

"That's my good boy."

Steve gave a another few thrusts before he came; he glanced at Eddie and smiled - his boy was completely blissed out. Steve slipped out of Eddie, quickly cleaned and tucked himself away and then started taking care of Eddie. He untied Eddie's arms and gently massaged them, then wrapped Eddie in a soft blanket and carried him over to couch next to the table where he sat down and cradled Eddie in his lap.

"Water, baby," Steve whispered, putting a straw in Eddie's mouth. "Drink."

"Mmmm."

Steve watched Eddie drink the whole bottle of water before setting the bottle aside and pressing a kiss to Eddie's forehead.

"'s good," Eddie mumbled. "Floaty."

"That's the point," Steve said with a soft smile. "Any pain?"

"Little," Eddie breathed. "Good pain, though."

"Good," Steve whispered. "What do you need, baby? What can I get you?"

"You, just you," Eddie whispered back.

"You have me."

[justslightlyconfused]

That ‘comment on your a03 work’ email hits like a line of cocaine every time. unmatched dopamine increase. shoutout to everyone who leaves a comment on fics. you deserve the world

[queercomposer]

JEN D'QUEER??? IS ANYONE HERE JEN D'QUEER???

[machtaholic]

WIP Weekend 7.17.26

Time for all the words!!!! (Literally this is what keeps me writing lol)

Reminder of the Rules: Send me an emoji in an ask, and I’ll write 3-9 sentences and/or paragraphs from that WIP! No limits to the amount of emojis you can request.

[they’re all Steddie fics lol]

🪞 - Modern AU where Eddie’s record label wants him to ‘clean up’ his image a bit and brings in one Steve Harrington do perform said ‘makeover’ LOL - this one is at the epilogue, folks!

🦊 - silverfox!Steve x younger!Eddie (shy, homebody Steve with a more confident Eddie)

🧁 - Modern #steddie AU where Steve is a YT-er who does baking tutorials, but with a GoPro strapped to his chest so all the viewer hears is Steve’s voice and all they see is Steve’s hands as he works. He’s got MILLIONS of followers. Eddie Munson, lead singer of Corroded Coffin is one of them. Eddie creates an anonymous account to follow/subscribe.

🔐 - Methods of Keeping You Clean (Steddie Big Bang 2026 ) [I can finally share snippets for this!!!!]

🏳️‍⚧️ - Stevie Week fic! Because I love challenging myself I’m writing a seven chapter fic using some of the the @stevieweek prompts to post in August (a chapter a day)

Also gonna no pressure tag:  @shelleyminx  @battythejester,  @vthx,  @yesdangerpls,  @belladora,  @withacapitalp, @shares-a-vest,  @stevesjockstrap,  @turinspeachjam , @augustjustice and @onirislanding

Have a snippet of 🦊 under the cut

Steve felt himself blush at the feel of Eddie's hand on his - he felt like a teenager again going on his first date. "Is this weird for you?" Eddie asked after a moment. "A little," Steve admitted. "Like I said, it's been a while." "So, we let it be a little awkward while we work through it," Eddie replied. "Because I already know I want a second date." "You do?" Steve asked. "Yeah," Eddie said. "Like I said, I watched you for a while before I even talked to you - not in a creepy way, promise." "I believe you," Steve replied with a chuckle. "So please believe me when I say I will definitely want to go out again," Eddie said. Steve nodded, blushing when Eddie gently squeezed his hand before clearing their lunch trash off the picnic table.

[machtaholic]

The musis industry steddie fic 🪞is done! But all the others are still fair game!

[the-bi-lion]

Just watched Marmalade (2024) for the first time and I just need to say one thing...

PUT JOE KEERY IN MORE DRAG ROLES!

[anxietyproblem]

[machtaholic]

🔐 the name holds so much promise lolol

I'm having fun with it :)

It became evident that, while Steve's parents were only too happy to let the residents of Hawkins think that everything was perfect behind closed doors, they were adamant that Steve was on his own. His parents let him keep the car and kept food in the house, but if Steve needed gas or wanted to do anything fun, he had to find his own money. So if Steve wanted to do anything, including figuring out what was going on with Eddie and helping him, he'd need a job. Steve ventured a few towns over and found a salon what was willing to work with him and let him work a few hours after school and short shifts on the weekend. It was just answering phones and being their errand boy but it was work - the staff were kind and supportive and it didn't take long for Steve to become one of the crew.

[machtaholic]

🔐🔐🔐

Can't wait for this one!

I'm having fun writing it omg

"Finally figuring myself out is pretty freeing," Steve said with a grin. "Now to figure out Eddie." "I'll help if I can," Gareth replied. "Thanks. I better get going - need to stay on top of the homework so I can graduate," Steve said. "Tell Aunt Elaine I say hi." "Don't be a stranger, okay?" Gareth said. "Yeah," Steve agreed with a smile. "See you at school?" "See you at school."

[machtaholic]

🔐🔐🔐 words words words!

All the words!!! <3

"Because this Eddie isn't who you wanted to ask out?" Gareth teased. "Never figured the metalhead nerd as being your type." "Me neither, but here we are," Steve replied. "But there is clearly something off - Eddie was never the jock type." "His Uncle Wayne might know," Gareth said. "He was pretty secretive about it with the rest of us, then he totally changed, ignored us all and pretended we don't exist." "That stinks," Steve replied. "You look happier, by the way," Gareth commented. "Lighter."

[corneliaavenue-ao3]

Reblog to give prev the power to write their fanfiction

[gnar-slabdash]

Reblog to give prev the TIME to write their fanfiction

[cutebutalsostabby]

Reblog to give prev the hocus focus to write their fanfiction.

[septic-dr-schneep]

Reblog to give prev the energy to write their fanfiction

[imsopopfly]

Reblog to give prev the executive function to write their fanfiction

[fujokafka]

we need to bring back old school tumblr communication and im so serious. sending an ask to a mutual just to say hello. seeing three different asks in your inbox all asking how your dentist appointment went. seeing a post you think one of your mutuals would enjoy and tagging them/sending it to them in the dms. nowadays its just silently liking a post or (if youre feeling extreme) replying under posts. WHAT HAPPENED TO US!! we used to be a proper community!!!! #LetsBringWhimsyBack

[andthelaw]

reblog if you want ppl to send you random lil' asks

[machtaholic]

🏳️‍⚧️ plz

And now we get 10 year old Stevie <3

Stevie sat on the shore of Lover's Lake (what counted as a 'beach' to Hawkins residents) and frowned as she drew shapes in the sand with a stick. It was supposed to be a celebration - she and Momma had finally, finally gotten away from Daddy and were on their own. "It's going to be okay, sweetie." Momma had helped her dress in her swim trunks and pink t-shirt for their celebratory beach day.

[machtaholic]

🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️

Gotta hit all of em!

Thanks, bb!!!

"Knock that hippie shit off, Heather," Richard said again, tone cold. "It's not hippie shit, it's proven early childhood development research," Heather snapped. "You know, part of what I studied when I got my teaching credentials before you swept me off my feet?" "It's up to me to teach him to be a man. I won't have a pansy for a son." Heather clutched her purse in her lap and stared out the front window, unwilling to press the discussion any longer. Instead she started to plan. Her first step? Get to the library, renew her library card and get some books on childhood development, then reach out to some of her old college professors.

[machtaholic]

🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️ OUR MISS STEVIE HARRINGTON PLEASEEEEE

Have some of Heather being such a good momma for her little girl

Richard was silent the entire time, waiting until they were in the car - "Knock that shit off, Heather," Richard snapped. "Knock what off?" Heather asked. "You know what. We have a <i>son</i>. Not some pansy ass who wants to be a -" "A pin up? He's four, Richard! He doesn't need to know that word yet or the connotations - or at least he didn't before he learned it from you," Heather interrupted. "Experimentation and questions are normal at this age. We should be encouraging exploration and curiosity, not stifling it."

[machtaholic]

🏳️‍⚧️ for Wip Weekend!!

Of course!! <3

Pushing her concerns aide, she leaned down and pressed a kiss to Steve's forehead. "Night, Momma," Steve whispered. "Goodnight, sweetie," Heather whispered back. She stepped back, turned off the light and cracked the door, moving around Richard to go downstairs to talk to the sitter.