#queenie-ofthe-void

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⏲️⏲️⏲️ for wip weekend please 💜

Catching up on my backlog with wips I'm working on as supplementary ones for this weekend! Have some Try Try Again below the cut!

Eddie’s right there with him. “Fuck yeah I wanna,” Eddie says, shaky hands unzipping Steve’s jeans and yanking them down impatiently. Every single time so far, they’ve been interrupted somehow, and despite that Eddie’s gotten off embarassingly easily at literally the first touch of his dick by another person, and it’s not fair that he hasn’t been able to see Steve come once yet.

He’s not going to risk it again. Steve is getting off right the fuck now if Eddie has anything to say about it.

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🎱🎱🎱 this looks so good!!

I'm so glad! We're getting very near the end!

Steve rocks them side to side gently as he speaks under his breath. “Usually I’m only expecting one, maybe two rounds with you. Tonight?” he pauses, ratcheting up the tension, and brushes his lips against Eddie’s ear. “Tonight, I have you for as long as I want. And I do want. So,” he stands back straight, grinning, “Ready to make good on that wager, Tedward Everyman?”

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⏲️⏲️⏲️⏲️⏲️ yeeeeeees (rubbing my greedy little raccoon hands together)

Thank you so much for your patience! Trying to get some more asks out before this weekend so I can do yet another WIP Weekend and get behind again ❤️ (also I wrote a bit way near the end of this chapter despite usually writing in order, so I am very eager to get there and make things right in the world again) ANYWAY have 15 whole sentences for Try, Try Again! It's not technically NSFW yet but like. to be safe it's below a cut. Enjoy!

He is not risking derailing this again, especially not for something as inconsequential as a nosebleed, let alone the possible concussion if he falls wrong, modest pile of blankets or no.

The moment the van door slams closed behind Eddie, Steve is on him, hands touching what feels like everywhere at once. Cradling his face as Steve leans in to press his lips to Eddie’s; running along his shoulders and down his back; curling around his waist and slipping under the hem of his shirt in a way that takes Eddie’s breath away.

“This okay?” Steve murmurs between kisses, not pausing so much as teasing somehow, pushing the hem up a bare few inches and dropping it down again. He drifts his fingertips along the edges of Eddie’s scars where his skin is far too sensitive, presses into the slight softness just inside Eddie’s hips and pulls at his beltloops in turn.

It’s so much, so suddenly, that Eddie nearly (nearly) forgets to be nervous, forgets how to do anything but gasp and moan into Steve’s mouth, and just nods rather than try to form a coherent response. Hell yes this is okay, more than okay, he feels like he’s on fire. Eddie’s dick is already pressing uncomfortably against the zipper of his jeans, as hard as he’s ever been, and all they’ve done this time is kiss.

Even if he’s never been kissed like this before Steve. Maybe especially then.

Steve drags his hand a little higher under Eddie’s shirt, dragging a thumb across Eddie’s nipple as he pushes his shirt up under his armpits, and Eddie can’t help himself, moaning uncontrollably. He feels hypersensitive to every touch. His hips buck forward, searching for anything to provide friction, and again, they’re both still fully clothed and Eddie hasn’t even done anything yet—

A problem to be solved. Eddie is great at solving problems, especially with Steve’s help, clearly.

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☀️☀️☀️ you're so close to finishing!

I ammmmmm just kiss already jfc

Eddie smiles faintly. Always thinking of others. “I don’t know if you’ve heard, Steve, but you’ve ended up worst off pretty much every time I’ve heard of. If anyone’s going to need supplies, it’s gonna be you.”

Steve’s eyes roll dramatically. “You know what I mean.”

“What, are you going to steal blood for me, sweetheart?”

“If you need me to.”

Like it’s obvious.

“… I’m going to be a night guard,” Steve finally admits. “It’s… I don’t know how long it’ll last, not if I’m going to be sneaking off blood for you, but it should work for at least a little bit.”

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WIP Weekend Request <3 <3 <3

⏲️ I'm loving everything about this fic it's SO GOOD

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ I'm so glad!! A bit belated, but have some more Try, Try Again!

That’s what Eddie tells himself, at least, as he cleans out the back of his van. He throws out what trash he finds: several beer cans, half-smoked joints (he pockets those), receipts, fast food wrappers, and at least six or seven assignments from high school he’d completed, but misplaced. No use to him now, and they’re a papercut risk. There’s no mattress he has to spare to make it a proper bed, but he adds as many blankets as he can surreptitiously liberate from the trailer. His pillow, too.

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WIP Weekend Request

☀️☀️☀️ vampire!Eddie in the sunshine

We're talking bout Sunshine~

Stillness comes over Eddie at the sound of Steve’s voice. Of course. Of course the one second he was acting like a damn maniac is when Steve comes by to check on him, carefully closing the blinds in the hall just to be safe like he cares.

He hears the soft whoosh of the bedroom door closing, the beating of Steve’s heart indicating he’s still inside with Eddie. Great.

“Yep, peachy keen in here, thanks for asking.”

“Uh-huh,” Steve replies. Eddie doesn’t have to look at him to know his hands are on his hips, the absolute dad that he is. “Well then you won’t mind me taking a break in here, would you?”

“’S your room, dude.”

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Okay this is the last WIP Weekend ask I promise (I don't promise sorry I might definitely be back for more)

🥰 Intimi-Dating

After Thunderbolts I need more Bucky in my life

Don't u dare apologize, I love you and your asks 5ever 😤 Have a lil more Intimi-Dating!

“Sit down.”

A quick gesture at the nearest chair has Clint collapsing backwards. His elbow heads towards the table again, a motion borne of long habit, but it’s quickly aborted, instead moving smoothly to run through his already-messy hair with a chuckle.

“Whoops…!”

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WIP Weekend (so many asks are coming your way omg)

💋 yesyesyesyes please!

Yessss I am nearly at the end, so have a lil more of Steve noodling really, really hard.

The thing is, he knows what Robin is getting at, of course he does, but that doesn’t mean he wanted to kiss Eddie. He was just there.

But then… if it had been Keith, would he have done the same thing?

Again, he pictures it: Keith, sitting in the driver’s seat, smiling up at him.

God, even that feels weird. Does Keith even know how to smile? Steve certainly hasn’t seen evidence of it.

Not the point. So Keith is sitting in the driver’s seat, smiling up at him—weird—and he leans in, tilts his head…

Yeah. No.

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