So... some of you may have noticed my fics have come to a screeching halt the last couple of months which is not like me and I am here to explain myself.
Babygirl, I have been preparing.
The end of this month is my 1 year anniversary of posting in this fandom, of posting any of my work online after not doing it for like fifteen fucking years and it has brought me so much incandescent joy, I decided I had to do something for it.
(I've also hit like... several milestones which is fucking insane like you all know I'm just some cranky bog witch, right??)
I have been working on my WIPs for over the last two months. All... holy mother of god... like nine of them???
Some of these have been completed, some I am still writing and some are mostly done.
So starting from my anniversary date, 23rd October, every second or third day, I'll be posting a chapter of something.
I have so much material built up this shit could go on until 2024
@hbyrde36 called it my own personal Penny00Dreadful BigBang... and yeah kinda! 😅
I wanted to do this to show just how much I love this community. Your kind words, your support, your unhinged ramblings, your obsessive love, your talent (for free??) it's all amazing it's so amazing and I wanted to explode forth with my love for it so I figured why the fuck not do this stupid idea??😅
All of these will be posted both to tumblr and AO3 so subscribe over there to keep updated or follow me here!
OH! And let me know if you wanna be tagged! If you wanna be tagged for a specific fic or for everything I'll add you, whatever you want.
You've made me so happy and so warm for the last year. The way I know if I'm having a bad day I just need to hop onto this side of tumblr and everything will be peaches and gravy again.
I love you guys so much. 😘🖤
Updated Schedule - (18th Feb 2024)
Fic list with blurbs below the cut, this will (roughly) be the order they're posted in:
Return of The King - COMPLETE
Steddie Vampire AU with a twist! Vampire Steve comes back after falling to the bats. There is two more chapters left and those chapters have been completed.
Comeuppance - COMPLETE
Dustin just wants Steve to be happy. So he tries to parent trap him with Nancy. Clearly they should be together. But Steve's heart doesn't even seem to be in it at all! How is he so bad at this? And Eddie is being less than helpful
Rookie Mistake - COMPLETE
My Steddie Established Relationship Spies AU oneshot that will have a multi-chapter prequel fic coming very soon after!
Eddie is "retired" and Steve has been injured on the job, so he's supposed to be taking it easy. How hard could a walk to the gas station be?
Before He Cheats - COMPLETE
Songfic! Carrie Underwood - Before He Cheats
I literally have no excuse for this one. The rotted brainworms were behind the steering wheel with this one.
One evening, Eddie gets a call from some guy named Steve dropping the news on him that his boyfriend has been cheating on him. With this Steve person and Steve had no idea up until that day.
And Eddie rarely takes that shit lying down.
Steddievember Smut - COMPLETE
No Nut November is here! One can play however he wants. The other just has to wait for December to roll around. I have no other words to describe what this will be, it does what it says on the tin. I blame the STWG discord server. Currently we're looking at four little ficlets for this.
Cat and Mouse - COMPLETE
The Steddie Spies AU Prequel! How they got together and the extreme ups and downs their enemies/rivals to lovers journey goes through. I had so much fun with this one.
And They Were Roommates! - COMPLETE
omg they were roommates.
Steve and Eddie don't hate each other exactly. They just... tolerate each other. But one night Eddie doesn't come home for hours. Long after he's supposed to and it's not like Steve is worried or anything... he's just... concerned for a fellow human being... that's all.
Through The Valley - IN PROGRESS
Post-Apocalyptic AU. Eddie, Dustin and Nancy have a nice little community of survivors outside of Hawkins that they take care of, surviving day to day. Everyone's a little broken, missing the rest of their Party just hoping that one day they'll find each other again.
Devotion
Dungeons and Dragons AU. Steve is the golden boy of the small town of Hawkins. Harrington in name and now a Paladin with his very own oath to hunt down the Bard, the witch Eddie Munson and bring him back to justice under High Priest Henry Creel.
tags: rated e (18+); teasing, watching, blow jobs, and steve being really really bad at following through on a challenge :(
happy no nut november (@steddievember)! rip steve, hope you know what you've gotten yourself into
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It had started out simple enough between them, Eddie making some off-hand comment about Steve not being able to hold out for a whole month and Steve, ever unable to back down from a challenge, rising to the bait.
“Whatever,” he’d said, rolling his eyes. “A month? Please.”
He could do a month. Easy.
Of course, he hadn’t exactly counted on Eddie being – well. Himself.
He hadn’t counted on Eddie being himself.
Which is how he’s found himself here, not thirty-six hours into it, sitting on the opposite end of the couch as he watches Eddie run a lazy hand over himself, legs spread shamelessly wide. He’s sprawled out on the couch as if he doesn’t have a care in the world, a teasing little smile on his face, and Steve –
He swallows roughly, and it makes a clicking sound in the quiet room. He’s staring intently at Eddie’s hand, can feel his own pulse throbbing against the roof of his mouth as he watches.
“You okay, baby?” Eddie asks, and Steve’s eyes snap up to his face.
“What?”
“I asked if you were okay. You look a little…” He waves his free hand around in the air and runs his thumb over the head of his cock in rhythm with it. “A little out of it.”
Steve shuts his eyes, gives his head a little shake. He sucks in a breath as he turns back to the TV, staring blankly at the screen because he has no clue what the fuck is going on in this movie anymore. He doesn't even care.
The clock was ticking down and he was sitting on his bed, waiting for Steve to arrive, waiting for November to be over, waiting for midnight to finally come.
Hah. Same.
He’d been stressing about it all fucking day, barely able to do anything other than stare off into space and think.
He almost wished it was happening at Steve's. At least then the drive over could be a distraction but Steve wanted Eddie to be in his own space, to be comfortable.
He'd picked up and then put down no less than six books, he'd played tapes over and over promising himself he would listen to them this time, he'd sat holding his guitar for over an hour staring off into space.
Eddie was gnawing on his thumb, staring at the clock on his bedside table without really seeing it, thinking.
What if he came, like, the second Steve touched him?
What if he didn’t even get there?
What if this turned out to be the most disappointing night of Steve’s life and he just dropped Eddie immediately after?
What if it was the most disappointing night, the most disappointing orgasm of Eddie’s life and all of this month of build up had been for nothing?
What if-?
“Eds?”
Eddie snapped his eyes up to his bedroom door.
Steve was standing there with a bag on his back, still holding onto the door handle with the light of the hallway outside spilling in around him like some kind of ethereal fucking halo.
God, Eddie really didn't need that right now.
“How did you get in? Wayne’s not here.”
Oh shit, Wayne wasn’t back, was he?
No, he couldn’t be it was way too early.
“Your front door was unlocked.” Steve stepped inside, closing the door behind him. “And you weren’t answering when I was knocking. I got worried. I locked it behind myself.” He dropped the bag down next to Eddie’s desk, but didn’t come any closer. “Are you okay?”
The distance in between the two of them felt like a fucking desert of unspoken words and Eddie couldn’t stand it.
After that last time together Steve had seemed to be almost apprehensive to touch him.
They hadn’t done anything sexual since and every time Steve looked at him whenever they did cross paths he looked a little sad.
He thought about the polite platitudes he could give Steve.
I’m fine.
Nothing’s wrong.
Sorry, just lost in thought, you know how it is.
But he was so sick of hiding and he needed… he just needed some comfort.
“I’m… I’m nervous.”
He looked up just in time to catch Steve’s aborted movement, like he wanted to step towards him but stopped himself with a flash of the most heart wrenching guilt over his face before he hid it away.
“Can I help?”
Eddie wanted to extend a hand, pull him down, kiss him senseless, cum his brains out but he was a little too panicked to do anything besides blurt out-
“What if my dick doesn’t work anymore?”
That startled a laugh out of Steve who tried very hard to cover it up with a hand over his mouth but it had already been let out.
“I’m sorry. I’m not laughing at you, I’m sorry.”
“I know.” Eddie started biting at his thumb again, looking down at his lap. “But what if my body has like… adjusted to not cumming or- or I can’t even get close anymore?”
“Can I… can I touch you?”
Eddie looked up, confused. “You can always touch me, sweetheart.”
Steve gave him a small smile before taking a few steps forward and kneeling in front of him, settling back on his heels.
He took Eddie’s hands in his, leaving them in his lap and looked up at him.
“It’s okay to be nervous. I promised I’d make it good for you and I intend to keep that promise.”
Eddie nodded. “Yeah, I know. I guess I’m just feeling a little…”
“Vulnerable?”
Eddie laughed through his nose. “That’s one word for it.”
Steve’s eyebrows tilted up, a little worried and he raised his hand to cup Eddie’s cheek, thumb stroking over his skin.
“What do you need? I’ll give you anything.”
Eddie smiled at him again and was forced to look away. The strength of Steve’s gaze was almost blinding, so full of concern and care and he couldn’t handle it.
It was like looking into the sun, it made him feel bashful all over.
“Anything? Sounds dangerous.”
Steve was still there, holding his face like he was precious and the thing was Eddie kind of wanted to feel precious.
He felt… fragile.
Delicate.
Like he could shatter into a million pieces with one wrong move and he wanted to feel…
Eddie inhaled.
“Steve?”
“Yeah?”
He bit his lip, staring down hard at their intertwined hands. He hated how unsure he sounded.
“Can you… can you be sweet to me? This time?”
His heart was in his throat and he felt like the air had been sucked out of his lungs, sitting and waiting for a response when Steve untangled his hand from Eddie’s and pulled it away.
He was ready to take it all back, ready to laugh and force on a smile and say they could do things the way they usually did but then he felt Steve’s hand come up to cup the other side of his face and tilt his head down a little.
Warm lips pressed gently against his forehead and Steve whispered softly to him.
“Of course I can, baby.”
Eddie felt like he was going to cry.
“It doesn’t have to become like a permanent thing…” he stuttered out, trying to keep the thickness out of his voice. “I like getting thrown around by you but… just this once or- or maybe once in a while…”
He glanced up, only to find that Steve was looking at him like he’d hung the moon. Or solved world hunger or something.
“Yeah.” Steve nodded. “Yeah, I can do that.”
Eddie couldn’t take it any more. He had to be close, had to feel Steve all around him.
He pushed himself forward, slinging his arms around Steve’s neck and landing firmly in his lap, kissing him breathless.
He had his hands fisted in the back of Steve’s sweater and he pressed himself into him as hard as he could, chest to chest while Steve’s hands wandered down his sides to slip into his back pockets, pulling him closer still.
Eddie whined, loud and free when he felt Steve was already hard, like he was.
There was no need to hide, not now.
Steve said he'd make it good for him, he promised and Eddie trusted him.
He rolled his hips down, delighting in the firm feeling of being able to rub up against something and not having to worry about holding back.
Steve was panting against him too as their kiss got sloppier and more desperate, licking into Eddie's mouth like he was trying to taste every inch of him.
He removed his hands from Eddie's pockets, running them down his thighs and hooking them under his legs, pulling him out of his kneeling position and guiding him to wrap his legs around Steve’s hips.
Eddie clung on tight, ankles locked together as Steve began to rut up against him, the hard line of his cock rubbing against Eddie’s taint and balls, his own cock dragging against Steve’s stomach.
He broke out of the kiss, needing to get his mouth on something, needing to get his teeth into something.
Steve took advantage of the momentary separation, tucking his hands under Eddie’s shirt to gently pull it off over his head, quickly ripping his own off with much less care.
Eddie latched onto Steve’s neck, biting down and sucking his skin into his mouth, desperately needing to be as close as possible again. He let out a low groan at the feeling of Steve’s burning hot bare skin against his and the coarse wiry chest hair scratching him.
That was quickly followed by an embarrassing squeak when Eddie felt himself being lifted, Steve’s hands back under his thighs as he stood.
He tried to muffle it and move past it, not wanting to be teased about it, crashing their mouths back together, scraping his teeth over Steve’s bottom lip and biting down.
He expected to be thrown backwards, expected to go bouncing onto the mattress only for Steve to descend on him again but that wasn’t what happened.
Steve lowered him down gently, keeping a firm grip on him the whole time while their mouths never once separated.
Eddie still had his arms and legs locked around him as he was pressed into the mattress, soft but insistent and unable to stop touching him, unable to stop rubbing his hands over every bit of skin he could reach.
He only unlatched himself when Steve pulled back a little, one hand running up Eddie’s chest to roll his last nipple under his thumb causing him to let out a loud moan throughout the room and the other hand coming down to hover over the button on Eddie’s jeans.
“Get them-” Eddie breathed, reaching down to unbutton them himself “Get them off me, sweetheart.”
Steve grinned, digging his fingers under the waistband.
“I’ll try my best but they are very tight.”
“You like tight.”
“Yes.” Steve leaned down, placing an open mouthed kiss against Eddie’s now bare hip. “I do.”
With one last tug, Eddie’s hard cock sprang free, slapping back against his stomach and making him jump.
Just like he had been for the last month, he was ready to explode at the slightest provocation and had to fight back the most pathetic sounds trying to crawl up his throat as Steve stood and made quick work of his own jeans, his underwear and socks coming off along with them until they were both naked and just kind of staring.
Steve’s eyes were scraping up and down Eddie’s body, lingering on every bit of visible ink, the red flush down his chest and his cock that was leaking so much it was leaving a small pool of precum on his stomach.
Eddie in turn was staring at Steve, his golden skin highlighted by the soft light in Eddie’s room, the glorious jungle of hair across his strong chest, his arms, his gigantic ass and thighs and his thick cock sticking straight out.
His mouth was watering at the thought of getting it down his throat but he was so turned on and he’d been so horny for the last month, he needed to cum and he needed to cum now, previous fears of having a broken dick be damned.
Steve turned and rummaged through his bag for a moment before coming back to the side of the bed and tucking a bottle of lube under the pillows by Eddie’s head.
When he didn’t seem to have any plans to move any closer, still watching Eddie’s body like he was trying to decide what to consume first, Eddie reached his arms out, uncaring of how needy it made him look.
Steve’s eyes turned soft and he kneeled his way back up the bed, covering Eddie’s body with his own and settling between his legs. Steve nuzzled at his neck and began to kiss down his throat, leaving tingles in his wake.
He ground his hips down and Eddie clung on as tight as he could to Steve's shoulders, stopping him from kissing any lower, and moaning low in his chest.
"How do you want it?" Steve asked, soft and almost a whisper against Eddie's skin, stopping his grinding and staying where he was.
Eddie was breathing so hard he was starting to feel a little lightheaded and still couldn't believe he had Steve here, with him, handling him so gently, so loving.
It had him almost shaking.
He could feel wetness building behind his eyes but he refused.
He refused to cry.
He didn't cry when Steve was being cruel and harsh the way they both liked and he certainly wasn't going to cry now just because Steve was being soft.
“As much as I would love ev- everything,” he panted, “I’m pretty sure I’m gonna cum in, like, two seconds no matter what you do so I’d rather…”
“You want me to fuck you through it?”
God, he was so perfect, why did he have to be so perfect?
“Please.” Eddie whined, trying to stop the jump of his hips and he pushed back his tears, keeping his eyes firmly shut.
There were warm lips against his cheek and he felt the heat of Steve’s body above him shift around, while he tried to get his breathing under control again and not blow his load the second Steve touched him.
He heard the lube bottle being uncapped and Steve’s hand under his thigh.
“Are you okay to continue, baby?”
And Eddie had to laugh, just a little and maybe a touch hysterical. He brought his hands up to rub the heels into his eyes.
“Stevie, I’m good. I’m so good, I’m beyond good. In fact I’m a little desperate. It’s just a lot, but it’s a good lot. Promise.”
Steve’s hand was running up and down his leg, combing his fingers through his leg hair.
“Okay. But you’ll tell me if it’s a bad too much?”
Eddie nodded, trying to sniffle without making it obvious.
“Always.”
He didn’t want to cry but it wasn’t because he was uncomfortable or didn’t want this or was overwhelmed in a bad way.
It was kinda happening because it was all so good but either way, he wasn’t going to let it happen. He’d already been far too vulnerable tonight, there was no need to go that extra step.
Eddie still had his eyes pinched firmly shut, hoping that if he didn’t watch while Steve opened him up he could hold off from orgasming too fast.
It was probably futile and when Steve pushed his knees further apart, spreading him wide open and pressed that first warm and wet finger inside, Eddie practically bit through his lip.
He couldn’t speak anymore, he was just a series of nonsense sounds, high whines and deep guttural moans while Steve pressed in deeper and deeper, adding more, opening him up wider and wider.
Steve was silent above him while he writhed and squirmed around, unable to keep still and it felt nearly reverent, his own short breaths and pants being heard loud and clear over the filthy, slick sounds of Steve’s fingers thrusting in and out of him.
“Eddie, I… you’re so pretty.”
Eddie had to open his eyes at that.
He had expected Steve to be staring down at what he was doing, staring down at his fingers disappearing inside of him, pulling in and out but he was looking right at him.
The second his eyes were open he knew Steve had been watching his face the whole time, kneeling in between his legs and it looked like he was completely enraptured.
He knew exactly where Eddie’s prostate was and under normal circumstances he would have been abusing the shit out of it and making him scream but he had mercifully, carefully stayed away from it this whole time.
He pulled his fingers free and Eddie practically cried out at the loss but Steve was right there, hovering over him and pressing kisses into his mouth, his cheeks, over his nose and his neck, trying to soothe him.
“I’ve got you, baby. Don’t worry.”
When Steve pushed into him, slowly and gently Eddie did cry out, latching onto Steve’s back, probably digging his nails in too hard and sinking his teeth into Steve’s shoulder.
He tried to concentrate on the stretch and the pain that inevitably came with adjusting but that was less than helpful because he fucking liked pain and he could feel his orgasm start to crest over him so he had to unlatch his teeth from Steve’s shoulder and desperately ask him to-
“Stop moving, just for a second, stop- stop.”
Steve froze where he was.
“Too much?”
“No.” He shook his head. “No, I was- I got too close and… not yet.” He kissed back over the indentations of his teeth he’d left in Steve’s skin.
“Okay, it’s okay.” Steve ducked his head, burying his face into Eddie’s neck.
His body was trembling slightly with the effort of staying half in and half out.
“You can start again, just don’t be surprised if I cum, like immediately.”
Steve brushed his fingers over Eddie’s hot and flushed cheek. They were so close, nose to nose and Eddie was at risk of getting lost in those honey-brown eyes.
“As long as it’s good for you.”
Shit.
Steve was looking at him with so much care, so much softness as he pushed himself the rest of the way in, bottoming out with a flutter of his eyelashes and an open mouth and Eddie felt the first tear fall.
“I have you, baby.” Steve said, kissing the tear away while starting up a steady rhythm that was already driving Eddie out of his mind. “It’s okay. You can cry if you need to.”
It was like the fucking dam burst.
In more ways than one.
Eddie was slowly weeping while Steve fucked into him hard enough to send him bouncing but still touching him all over, sliding his hands up Eddie’s arm to interlock their fingers together.
All of those feelings that Eddie had tried to bury were spilling out into the open and burning him from the inside out.
He cried for his own happiness, that he might never have this again and would only have a memory of this tenderness to live with for the rest of his life.
He cried with just how sickeningly in love he was with Steve.
He cried because asking Steve to be soft with him, to treat him with care would be something he’d never ever recover from, no one else could ever live up to it.
He cried for Steve’s loneliness, unable to find someone who he wanted to spend forever with.
He cried for their situation, how he wanted to have all of the filthy sex but also have someone treat him with care when he needed it but he also wanted all the horrible domestic shit with him too that he probably would never get.
He cried for how much he loved Steve.
He loved him so much, it was replaying over and over in his head with each thrust in and the closer he got to finally, finally cumming.
He was all hazy and cloudy, not even sure of the sounds that were coming out of his mouth anymore.
Each time Steve pulled out and fucked back into him, it replayed in his head like a mantra until he could feel that familiar zing of electricity course through him that he’d been putting off for the last month.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
Eddie’s vision whited out. He felt like he was cuming for years. There was so much of it he was surprised he and Steve hadn’t drowned in it yet.
He had no idea how long it was before he came back down to earth, heart still pounding in his throat, breathing still ragged and Steve completely still and unmoving on top of him.
Steve shifted around until he was leaning up on his elbows, gently running his fingers over Eddie’s lips and into his hair, his broad body still covering him and his hard cock still deep inside him.
Eddie felt like his entire body had been wrung empty, he was nothing better than a ragdoll, his cheeks wet, his stomach wet in between himself and Steve, his legs hanging limp and open and his arms slipping from around Steve’s shoulders to land with a thump at either side of him.
“I love you too.”
And just like that, his body seemed to come back to life. He snapped his eyes up to look at Steve, his breath stuttering in his chest and his heart pounding away.
“I-” He swallowed. “I said that out loud?”
Steve smiled, leaning down to nose along his cheek. “You did.”
“And you… you’re okay? With that?”
“Eddie, I- I’ve known. For a while now.”
“You-” Eddie opened and closed his mouth, finally finding himself able to control his limbs again and brought his hands up to pull Steve’s head from his neck. “You knew?”
Steve’s face was pink and he was avoiding Eddie’s eye, choosing instead to play with one of his dark brown curls resting on the pillow.
“Yeah. You didn’t seem ready to say anything and I didn’t want to push you, though I nearly said it myself a few times. So I thought I’d wait until you were ready.”
Eddie couldn’t help it, he laughed, the vibrations making their way down his body and causing Steve’s eyes to flutter closed momentarily, giving just the slightest jolt of his hips, like he couldn’t help it.
“That was risky. You might have been waiting a very long time.”
Steve looked up at him, meeting his eye.
“I’d wait forever for you.”
“Steve…” Eddie was staring at him wide eyed, not daring to believe what he was hearing. “You can’t just say things like that to a girl.”
“Why not?” Steve leaned down to rub their noses together. “I love you.”
“Do you really mean it?” He had his hands on both sides of Steve’s face, holding him, brushing his fingers along his hairline.
“I really mean it. I love you, Eddie Munson.”
He was walking on air, he was giddy and excited and he wasn’t really sure how to categorise it, there was so much to feel.
He pulled Steve forward, capturing his mouth up in a kiss that had started out sweet but very quickly started to get dirtier and dirtier, their tongues meeting in the middle and wet smacking sounds and little pants and moans coming out of the two of them.
Steve’s hips were twitching against him, like he still wasn’t sure if he should continue and Eddie felt something mischievous well up inside him and a grin split over his face.
Not to mention enough time had passed that his own arousal was starting to kick back up again and he felt himself filling out against Steve’s stomach.
He let go of Steve’s face, only to bring his hands down to latch on tight to his ass, digging his fingers into the flesh there, feeling it pillow up between his fingers and dragging Steve’s hips in towards his own.
Steve gasped into his mouth before groaning low in his throat and starting to pick up his thrusts again, a lot harder and less careful than he had been before but still with gentle hands and soft eyes.
“You think you can go again?” Steve asked between grunts and linking their fingers together.
“Yeah, yeah. Plenty of baby juice left for you.”
“Eddie,” Steve rolled his eyes, exasperated. “Oh my god.”
“That’s what I like to hear, sweetheart.”
Steve glared at him but it was playful this time rather than the snappish anger that they usually shared.
He sat up, arms wrapped around Eddie’s waist, hauling him into his lap and pistoning his hips up.
Eddie could only hold on for the ride, doing his best to keep his eyes on Steve’s while his mouth hung open on loud moans, his arms over Steve’s shoulders and his hips rolling back and forth, chasing, chasing, chasing.
“Baby,” Steve kept one arm around Eddie’s waist while the other reached between them, taking Eddie’s cock in hand. “Come for me. Show me how much you love me.”
He was close, he was so close. He kissed Steve, driving his tongue into his mouth as he came again, shooting up between the two of them and he could feel himself being filled up by Steve at the same time.
They clung on tight to each other, peppering kisses over any part of exposed skin they could reach while Steve slowly lowered the both of them back down onto the mattress.
Eddie winced a little as Steve slipped out and the feeling of cum dribbling out of him made his stomach flip.
“Do you need something?” Steve asked, combing his fingers through Eddie’s hair. “I’ll get you anything you want.”
Eddie grinned, turning his head to press a kiss to Steve’s wrist.
“I’ll say it again. It’s dangerous to keep offering me anything.”
“Not if I’m willing to give it. Tell me what it is and I’ll make it happen. I’ll give you the world. Or if that’s not enough, one of the stars? Go outside and point one out to me, I’ll pluck it out of the sky for you-”
Eddie swallowed. “Steve-”
Steve shuffled closer, taking his hand again.
“I’ll give you everything Eddie. Please. Let me take care of you.”
Eddie smiled, squeezing Steve’s hand.
“Okay.”
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Big thanks as always to @hbyrde36 for her magnificent beta work and to the STWG for their motivation.
I think once I have the Roommates fic finished (before the end of the month) I'm gonna take a break. I need to replenish my spoons.
This anniversary burst posting was great and has been great. But lately it has turned into a burden more than anything and looking back on just the SHEER AMOUNT I have done over the last four-ish months, I'm surprised burnout didn't come sooner.
In the last four months I have uploaded/completed:
Return of The King fic - 14k to complete
Commuppance - 16k
Rookie Mistake - 4.5k
Before He Cheats songfic - 4.4k
Fettuccine - 16.8k
Cat and Mouse - 72k
And They Were Roommates! - estimated 16k once completed.
That's 143,700 words in four months.
That's nearly 9,000 words a week published on average.
And that's not even taking into account the things published outside of the anniversary event;
Love Is What Makes You Brave - 3.1k
I Couldn't Lose You/Stolen - 2.7k
Hozier songfic - 2.7k
The Parting Glass - 10.7k
162,900 words since 23rd October 2023 WHAT the fuck
And that's not including the lil drabbles etc that HAVEN'T been uploaded to AO3.
So I... yeah. I need a little break 😅
I'll still be writing. I'll be spending this time away writing but just writing without a looming deadline over my head, just writing for the love of it. 😊
Prompts: watching, using a toy, begging, cock rings(kinda), soft dom Eddie, sub Steve.
It was like a flip had been switched. Steve blinked his big puppy dog eyes at him and Eddie could see the tension leaving his shoulders and at the very least, Eddie was sure he’d made the right decision for himself.
If Steve needed taking care of, Eddie wanted to be the one to do it.
"I… maybe?” Steve averted his eyes, worrying at his lip. “But how-"
"Don't worry about that, sweetheart. I can be creative when I need to be.” He tried to shuffle his way back and sit up, but without his arms his balance was completely off.
Steve reached out to help but stopped himself at the last second, looking unsure.
Eddie grinned at him, tried to be as gentle about it as possible. “Get me out of these binds and I'll make sure you cum your brains out. That sound good?"
"Yeah.” He laughed. “Yeah, okay."
Steve’s hands shook a little as he fumbled with the knots and there was a crease between his eyebrows as he kept his eyes firmly down, following along with what he was doing without looking up.
Worry was coursing through Eddie like a lance. Once he was free, he leaned in close, placing one hand at the side of Steve’s face.
“Are you alright, sweetheart? What is it?”
Steve still wouldn’t meet his eyes and Eddie was forced to duck his head to try and catch them.
They probably looked a little ridiculous, both sitting there as hard as rocks, Steve still stark naked and Eddie with his pants down around his knees, but he didn’t care, he didn’t care about that, how could he?
“Nothing.” Steve shook his head. “It’s nothing, just-”
Eddie waited for a moment, brushing his thumb over Steve’s cheek.
“Just?” He prodded, lightly.
“Just…” Steve finally looked up at him, his eyes shining. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry if I hurt you, I’m sorry if this is all too much, I’m just- I’m sorry Eds. I never want to hurt you.”
“Hey, hey.” Eddie whispered, running a hand through Steve’s hair and kissing over his forehead, his nose and his cheeks, feeling like he succeeded a little at something when Steve leaned into it. “You didn’t hurt me, Stevie. You didn’t, okay?” He took Steve by the chin and lifted his head up from where it was starting to droop again. “And, yes, it was too much at that moment but you stopped when I asked you to. You kept me safe, sweetheart. What more could I ask for?”
Steve shrugged, still looking down at his own hands. “Someone who doesn’t make you do these things, more than likely.”
“Steve.” Eddie shuffled closer, his voice firm. “You don’t make me do anything. You might be in charge, but I am in control. You do not make me do anything that I do not want to do.”
He pulled Steve forward into a hug, combing his fingers through his hair, keeping their touches strictly platonic because he was still right there at the knife’s edge.
“Everything we do, I want to do. We’ve discussed them all, over and over and we both know what we’re getting into every time it happens and we both know how to make it stop.”
Eddie squeezed Steve around the shoulders.
“Speaking of, do you want to stop for tonight?”
Steve inhaled through his nose pressed against Eddie’s neck then let out a very quiet “No.”
“You don’t want to safeword out? Or just stop? We can put on a movie or I could read to you? Or we could just go to sleep?”
Steve shook his head. “No, I- I don’t want to stop. I just want… I need to not think anymore. And you’re so good at making me not think.”
Eddie paused, biting his lip and thinking it over.
“If you’re sure.”
“I’m sure. Eddie, please.”
“Okay, but I don’t know if I’ll be able to touch you. Nothing below the waist and I can’t have you touching me. It’ll be too much.”
“Can we kiss?”
Eddie smiled, god he loved him so much. He’d give him anything if he asked like that.
“Yeah, I think I can handle that.”
“Alright. I won’t touch you, I promise.” Steve said, pulling out of his embrace. “And you don’t have to touch me if that makes things easier for you. But like you said, you might have to get creative.”
“Oh, I will, sweetheart. I already know where I’m going with this.”
Steve nodded, settling himself back on his heels.
“Okay.”
Eddie stood, pulling his pants back up and trying not to wince at the friction. He was so hard he was fucking purple.
The cock rings would probably have to be cut off, thank god they were silicone, but for now he needed them in place or else the sight that was coming would be the end of him.
He leaned down, placing a less than sweet kiss against Steve's lips, sucking his tongue into his mouth, careful to keep every other part of him away.
"You doing okay, Stevie?" He muttered into his mouth.
“Yeah, I-“ Steve swallowed, a little jump in his hips sending his hard and heavy cock bouncing. “I just want-“
“I know, I know. Just a little longer.” He placed one last kiss against Steve’s lips before pulling away. “You’re being so good for me already.”
There was a broken little whimper that came out of Steve’s mouth at that, another little thrust of his hips up into the empty air.
Eddie took a step back, reaching down for his t-shirt and sweater, pulling them both back on.
“You wanna be filled?”
“Yes.” Steve nodded. “Yes, Eddie I want- I want it so bad.”
“Where’s that gift I bought for you in the city a couple of months ago?”
Steve’s face lit up bright red, reaching out for his bedside table but Eddie stopped him with a hand in the air.
“You just sit there and look pretty, sweetheart. I’ll get it.”
Steve whined again, clutching tight to the bedsheets where he was kneeling.
Making his way around the bed, he could feel Steve’s eyes burning into him, following half lidded and hazy, watching as Eddie pulled out a large flesh coloured dildo and a bottle of lube out of the drawer.
It was a different one to the one Steve had used earlier on himself and the cockrings so Eddie guessed it was one he only used with the toy.
“Oh.” He mused, a little teasing, relishing in the flush of embarrassment that extended down Steve’s neck and chest. “You been using it often?”
Steve bit his lip and nodded, eyes tracking Eddie’s hands as he lubed up the thick and veiny dildo.
“Yeah.” He breathed out.
It had been an extreme moment of hubris for Eddie, buying a dick that looked similar to his own on a whim and handing it to Steve all wrapped up, telling him not to open it until later on that night after he left.
He truly had no idea if Steve had been using it or not, he could have thrown it away. But the idea that Steve had been fucking himself on it often enough to nearly drain a whole bottle of lube in such a short space of time almost had him wanting to tackle the man to the bed.
Almost.
He had to keep his distance.
For more than one reason.
“Good boy.”
With a great smack, he stuck the dildo to the headboard using the suction cup base. Now that he was looking, there were tiny little dents in the wall behind the headboard.
Looked like this would be very familiar territory.
The dick sat hanging there, heavy and dripping and at the perfect height.
Steve didn’t move, didn’t adjust to get himself in place, just watched wide eyed, while Eddie rounded the bed again.
He pulled the swivelling desk chair out and sat, making himself comfortable, one leg crossed tight over the other, facing the bed.
“Show me.”
Steve blinked, glancing back and forth between Eddie and the hanging sex toy.
“Really?” He asked, nervous and twisting the bedsheets around his fingers.
“Yes, sweetheart. Really.” Eddie gripped the armrests of the desk chair. “Do you want to?”
“Yes.” Steve answered immediately on an exhale. “I want to. I want to- to be good.”
“You will be good.” Eddie leaned forwards. “C’mon Stevie. Let me see you enjoy yourself.”
Steve nodded, finally leaning down, palms flat to the mattress and shimmied himself backwards.
From this angle Eddie pretty much had the perfect view. Almost at a side profile, he was closer to Steve’s head than his ass, but he would still be able to see the dildo and most importantly, would be able to see Steve’s face.
Steve pressed himself back, his spine immediately arching in that delicious way it always did, head thrown back and mouth hanging open as he took more and more and more.
It wasn’t the biggest dick that had been available but it certainly wasn’t the smallest and Steve would have already been open and wet and used to the size from bouncing around on Eddie’s cock so he slid back easily, almost a little forcefully, like he wanted to feel split wide open.
“How does that feel?”
Steve moaned, head dropping between his shoulders as he circled his hips, grinding himself back over and over and over and god Eddie was going to fucking ruin him as soon as December came.
“Feels- feels good. So full.”
Eddie leaned back, relaxing his body against the chair, his own dick still standing rock hard underneath his sweats.
“Show me how you want to be fucked, Stevie.”
Steve whined, high and needy, pulling himself forward before slamming backwards, all but spearing himself and crying out.
Eddie watched as Steve fucked himself, much harder than he would have expected and with all these beautiful noises tearing out of his throat, mouth open, arms shaking, eyes scrunched shut and eyebrows arched upwards.
He wanted to fucking devour him whole. He’d never ever be able to forget what the sight in front of him looked like.
It was his to keep.
Forever.
He would never let it go.
“You want me to do this to you, sweetheart? Want me to press you into your mattress so hard you can’t breathe, come December?”
“Yes, yes, please, yes.” Steve breathed back, each word punctuated with a hard thrust backwards.
Eddie smiled, opening his mouth to spew more filth but Steve got there before he did.
“Always fuck me so good. Love taking your cock, love how you fuck me, love-” he cut himself off, swallowing. “Love how you talk to me. Can feel- ah -you’re so deep. Eddie. Eddie.”
And Eddie had to take a very deep breath.
Because, of course, he wasn’t fucking Steve right then, obviously. But Steve was there, carelessly slamming himself backwards, moaning out Eddie’s name with his eyes closed like he was imagining it. Like there was nothing and no one else he wanted to be behind him at that moment.
But just when Eddie began to think he had gotten his control back, Steve dropped to his elbows, his back bent obscenely and most of the bounce was coming from his hips rather than his hands and knees rocking him back, his ass jiggling with every slam.
And then he opened his eyes.
Staring at Eddie, honey-brown taken over by black desire and his mouth still hanging open he stared straight into Eddie’s fucking soul and Eddie knew then and there he would never ever recover from Steve Harrington.
“Eddie.” He whined. “I need- ah.”
“What do you need, sweetheart?” Eddie whispered.
“I n- need to come. Kiss me. Please?”
Eddie was up off the chair faster than he ever thought possible. Steve shifted, leaning only on one elbow now, the other arm up, reaching for him.
Eddie dropped to his knees, leaning over, grabbing for Steve while Steve grabbed for him, a hand at the back of his neck, drawing him down, the two of them desperate to be near.
He kissed Steve, hard and needy, swallowing each and every little whimper and moan that managed to make its way out of his throat, only leaning back to mutter “Come for me, sweetheart.”
Steve’s whole body tensed, and shuddered, biting down on Eddie’s lip hard, coming completely untouched, still rolling his hips back onto the toy and jolting the two of them through each wave.
When Eddie eventually felt Steve’s body begin to slacken and slump in his grip, he tried to push him a little, guide him away from the pool of his own cum streaking across the bed sheets but Steve refused to go, clinging onto him.
“Hey, it’s okay.” He said, brushing Steve’s hair out of his face. “Just didn’t want you to get all messy.”
Steve shook his head, holding onto Eddie tighter, pulling him up onto the bed and into the mess, but he didn’t fucking care.
“Want you near.”
Eddie kissed Steve’s forehead and ran a hand up and down his back while Steve burrowed back into his neck and held onto him like he thought he’d disappear, arms wrapped tight around him.
“What do you need? You wanna get cleaned up?”
Steve shook his head. “Stay. Please?”
Eddie tucked Steve’s head under his chin.
“Of course I’ll stay.”
Ask me and I’ll stay forever.
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rated e (18+) we have reached the end of no nut november (@steddievember!) happy december, steve!!!
It starts a few hours before midnight, with Eddie poking and prodding at him.
By now, Steve’s pretty sure Eddie’s not going to pull anything to actually make him lose – he’s been through way too much at this point for that to be anything other than pure evil – but it doesn’t stop him from teasing.
Obviously, because Eddie is still himself.
“I bet you’re going to last like, two minutes,” Eddie says as they’re sitting on the couch flipping through channels. “If that.”
Steve shifts his feet where they’re resting in Eddie’s lap and pointedly ignores him.
“Maybe we should just keep it going into December,” he continues, tickling the arch of Steve’s foot to draw his attention. “See how long you can really hold out.”
“Absolutely not,” Steve says. He settles on an old episode of Murder She Wrote and tosses the remote onto the coffee table with a clatter. “Midnight on the dot. That’s when this whole stupid thing is over.”
“If you say so,” Eddie says, raising his eyebrows like he’s not sure.
tags: rated e (18+), plugs, fingering, begging, Steve CRIES 😇 the whole gang's here, have fun
happy no nut november (@steddievember)! you can find the post for ch 1 here
By the end of the first week, Steve is starting to worry that he might actually go insane before the month is through.
He’d sort of assumed Eddie would lose interest after the first few days, or if he stopped putting out, Eddie would get bored and decide to let him off the hook just to get his dick sucked again.
Something.
But Steve stopped putting out days ago, and Eddie hasn’t let up on the teasing even a little. Not even to lure him into a false sense of security or to make Steve think he was going to be let off easy, only to have it snatched right back away from him.
His only consolation is that Eddie isn’t getting any either.
Except – okay.
So Steve clearly underestimated how hard this was going to be, but he also seems to have underestimated how much he wants to play along, how much he wants Eddie to tease him, even when he knows full well that Eddie won’t let him get anything out of it without gloating about winning for days or even weeks on end.
But it’s just… he really wants to, okay?
Fuck, he wants to, so badly his leg is bouncing up and down where he sits on the edge of the bed staring at Eddie, who’s pointedly ignoring him in favor of riffling through something hidden away in the back of the closet. He’s been bent over double for the past few minutes, and it’s fucking ridiculous, because he doesn’t even really have that much of an ass, and Steve usually prefers to bottom anyway, but like – he still has somethinggoing on back there, and Steve just really, really wants to –
“Got it,” Eddie says abruptly, straightening up from his crouch. “You want a surprise?”
tags: rated e (18+) morning sex, dry humping, a general increasing sense of desperation 😊
happy no nut november (@steddievember)!
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The morning dawns bright and soft, and Steve wakes up so hard he almost cries.
He’d been dreaming about basically this exact scenario, starfished around Eddie with his hands curled up to hold him across the chest, cock tucked up tight against him as his hips jerk forward in little subconscious thrusts. Except in the dream, he’d been able to come, and now –
Eddie lets out a soft sound, turning his face into the pillow and squinting against the light coming in from the window. The shift presses him more firmly back against Steve, and Steve lets out an involuntary whimper at the added pressure against his cock. He moves Eddie’s hair out of the way to bury his face in his neck, muffling the moan that’s threatening to come bubbling up out of his chest.
He thrusts forward again, messy and erratic, and Eddie sucks in a sharp breath as he’s jostled from sleep, hand coming up to cover Steve’s where it rests low on his stomach.
