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@steddiemas Day 17: Accidental Kink Discovery (Smutty Sunday)

Rated: T for suggestive language/flirtatious banter (y'know me, more silly than spice!)

“I hate it!” Eddie spits through gritted teeth.

He shakes his fists to the heavens, which jingle-jangles the bells on the green hat, collar and shirt hem of his costume.

Steve chuckles from his vantage point on the edge of the bed, impossibly charmed by what is a faint tinkling to his own ears as Eddie grumbles at his reflection in the full-length mirror.

He rakes his eyes down the back of his boyfriend’s seething and tense frame. He stops at Eddie’s legs, looking positively gangly in a pair of green tights. Long, too, as they disappear up under a tiny pair of green shorts with a red felt trim and –

Oh, no.

Steve gulps.

“What?” Eddie snaps, whipping around.

He scrunches his nose like he could hiss.

“Nothing!” Steve splutters, folding his arms tight and shrugging as he tries not to think about Eddie in a complementary pair of festive underpants – 

Oh, no.

He puffs out a breath, looking anywhere but at Eddie and his scowl.

“I should have never let Joyce talk me into applying for a job at Melvad’s,” Eddie rambles, half-muttering his words, “Why couldn’t you have charmed Keith into giving me some shifts at Family Video? At least I wouldn’t have to dress as a goddamn elf.”

Jingle-jangle.

Steve looks up just as Eddie stomps his foot.

His shoes jingle-jangle too.

“Gah! Fuck!” Eddie curses and freezes on the spot, arms tight by his sides.

“I can’t help it if my work vest is already green,” Steve teases, shrugging innocently, “Besides, Keith currently has you banned for ‘distracting staff’.”

His air quotations only make Eddie bristle. He lifts his right hand, likely to worry with a lock of his hair. But his fingers snag his jester-like collar.

Jingle-jangle.

Eddie splutters away with what Steve can only assume is a series of incoherent expletives as he begins to hop on the spot to wrestle one shoe off and hurl it across the room.

At least that’s what Steve assumes Eddie’s full-body throw is intended to do. But the lightweight shoe only makes it about a foot before it softly falls to the ground.

Eddie shrieks and then dips his head to dry sob into his hands.

“I look so stupid,” he laments, “I don’t want to be an elf.”

He looks up all doe-eyed and Steve can’t help but think how nice his hair looks under the elf hat, his locks sitting in place to perfectly frame his face. Even if Eddie doesn’t want to be an elf, he looks cute as hell as one.

Fuck it. What happens in the bedroom, stays in the bedroom, right?

“Don’t worry,” Steve says, lowering from the bed to the floor, “It’s only for a few days, right?”

“What the hell are you doing!” Eddie recoils, glistening eyes going wide as saucers as Steve begins to crawl on his knees towards him.

Jingle-jangle.

He stops in front of his boyfriend and takes his hand, planting it on his shoulder before he dips down for the remaining shoe.

“Helping you take this off...” he explains, voice light as he wraps his hand delicately around Eddie’s ankle.

“Okay…” Eddie hums, raising a sceptical brow even if he shifts his weight onto Steve’s shoulder to steady himself.

Steve bites his bottom lip, trying not to so much as chuckle as every movement Eddie makes sounds off a series of tinny bell sounds. He removes the green felt shoe and tosses it over his shoulder, still holding Eddie’s ankle before carefully lowering it back to the ground.

He looks up, a smile turning to a smirk as Eddie gulps, his eyes flitting down to where Steve still has his hand wrapped around his ankle, soothing it now from the embarrassment and green.

“Stevie…” Eddie frowns.

Steve runs his hand up his green stockinged leg slowly, pausing only when his fingertips skirt the bottom hem of his tantalising green shorts.

“Oh my god!” Eddie exclaims, clawing at his shoulder, “You like this costume, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” Steve smiles, running his free hand through his hair.

“Not possible,” Eddie insists, shaking his head and chopping a hand through the air before placing it right back on his shoulder.

Jingle-jangle.

“I do,” Steve insists, flicking a bell on the hem of his shirt now.

“Don’t jingle it,” Eddie spits, jaw clenched.

“What if I jingle you…” he begins, tilting his head to the side as he looks him over, “All the way…”

“Gross!” Eddie shrieks, “That is the worst line you have ever…”

He trails off, a visible blush creeping up his neck as Steve allows his hand to breach the hem of those shorts.

“But,” Steve bites, pressing his fingers into Eddie’s skin, “You have to be a good elf, okay?”

He watches as a myriad of emotions run through Eddie’s eyes before he lands on a similar ‘fuck it’ attitude and goes along with it.

“Sure thing, Santa,” Eddie soon coos, dimples dotting his cheeks as he offers a cherubic smile and a two-finger salute.

Jingle-jangle.

“You have been the naughtiest elf in my workshop,” Steve teases, popping the ���p’ as he reaches around to grab at Eddie’s ass.

Eddie lurches forward, Steve’s face now flush with his scratchy polyester shirt front.

Jingle-jangle.

[stevesjockstrap]

TikTok Tricks

@steddiemas day 3: needing to be quiet

Rated: E | cw: exhibitionism, brat!Steve

Laying on the couch, Steve scrolled around on his phone while he waited for Eddie to finish getting ready. Soon heavy breathing and grunts filled the room and Eddie appeared around the back of the couch with wide eyes and his toothbrush still in his mouth.

“What the fuck are you watching?” He asked incredulously after he yanked the toothbrush out of the way.

“This guy chopping wood. On TikTok,” Steve replied innocently, turning his phone so Eddie could see but he could keep watching.

“Uh huh. It sounds like porn.”

Incidentally the man in the video then let out a whimpery that’s it, c’mon causing Eddie to squawk and point at the phone.

Steve bit his lip to hold back his laugh, rolling his eyes and waving him away. “A little jealous much, babe? Alright, I’ll find something else to watch and you finish getting ready. We’re already well past ‘fashionably late,’ I don’t want to have to hear about it.”

Eddie stomped off back to the bathroom.

At dinner, Steve decided to keep riling him up. Letting out little groans and gasps when he took bites of food, smiling innocently when Eddie would quirk an eyebrow at him.

Getting bolder towards the end of the meal, while everyone else was distracted, he set his hand casually on his knee. He traced his finger up and down the inner seam of Eddie’s pant leg, getting closer and closer to-

“I have to use the bathroom,” Eddie said quickly as he stood up from the table, rattling some dishes.

Steve gave him a few minutes before quietly leaving the table himself.

He opened the bathroom door without knocking, smirking when he saw Eddie leaning over the sink and cupping handfuls of water to his flushed cheeks.

“Doing okay?”

Eddie jumped, grabbing the hand towel to dry his dripping face. “Fuck, Stevie. Are you trying to make me implode today?”

“I don’t know what you mean,” he murmured, sidling closer to slot himself between Eddie and the sink.

“You know exactly what I mean. I know we’ve been busy this week, but you don’t need to stoop to this level, teasing me with your little porn video, cornering me in the bathroom at your aunt’s house…”

Steve huffed, trying to keep up the charade for a bit longer. “It was just a TikTok, Eds. But he is super hot, you should see- mmph-“

Eddie picked him up by his waist and sat him on the counter, stepping even closer as he deepened the kiss. Steve raked his hands through his hair and groaned as his dress shirt was tugged out of his pants.

“You gotta be quiet, baby,” Eddie breathed into his neck before grazing his teeth across his skin. “This is what you’ve been needling me for today, huh? Good thing I don’t have any respect for your aunt, but if you get us caught you don’t get to come.”

Steve whined, pulling on his hair to bring his mouth back to his. Remembering something, he pulled back with a gasp, “Lock the door.”

Eddie smirked at him and extended his long arm to push the lock in. “Good thinking, honey. You got this all planned out, huh?”

He laughed and shook his head, “No, I just want you.”

“You got me, and I gotta tell you, all your teasing definitely had the desired effect,” he chuckled as he pulled Steve’s body to the edge of the counter to press his hard length against him.

Steve tried to slide off the counter, wanting desperately to get his mouth on him, but Eddie wouldn’t let him. “We’d be too loud, Stevie. You want them hearing you choke on my cock? Yeah I bet you would. But you’d be the one all flustered when we walk out of here and have to face them.”

Eddie opened both of their pants and stroked them together. Steve gasped and pushed his face into the dark curls, keeping himself quiet by mouthing at his neck.

He added his own hand into the mix, squeezing tighter around Eddie’s hands and making him groan.

“Shh,” Steve tried but was broken off with a gasp of his own as the hands around his dick quickened their pace. “Oh fuck,” he hissed.

“That’s it, c’mon,” was breathed into his ear as his orgasm hit suddenly, making him see stars as his hips jolted up into their conjoined hands. As the aftershocks went through him, he pulled back in time to watch Eddie throw his head back and come between them, biting his lip to keep quiet.

After a hasty clean up and an even hastier exit, they came to a stop at a red light when it hit him. Steve shoved Eddie’s shoulder. “Did you seriously quote the TikTok guy at me? As I was about to come?”

Eddie ducked his head but then laughed. “It’s been rattling around in my head for hours. No wonder you were all hot and bothered.”

“Oh, wait til I show you the Rubik’s cube guy.”

[steddieasitgoes]

@steddiemas Day 3 Prompt: Needing To Be Quiet

This is the filthiest thing I've written, please don't look at me 😅

Tags: Established Relationship, Future Fic, Christmas Morning Sex

wc: 2031 | Rating: E

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Steve is in that blissful half-awake, half-asleep state. 

He’s warm. Snug in bed with the covers pulled up and Eddie’s sleeping body curled into him the way it always is when Steve wakes up in the morning. His eyelids are heavy and sleep-ridden, peacefully held shut despite the ray of sunshine sneaking in through the crack in the drapes. He can hear Eddie snoring beside him and Scooby’s pitter-patting paws as he paces the hallway. 

It’s nice. 

Peaceful. 

The perfect early Christmas morning. 

Sleep has almost pulled Steve back in, when Eddie lets out a quiet whimper behind him. His arms tighten around Steve’s bare waist, pulling him closer. His nose drags against the base of Steve’s neck, ticking the wisps of hairs there. It’d be cute if Eddie’s dick wasn’t also poking his ass. 

Steve tries to shift away, but there’s no use. Eddie’s grip is too strong as he holds him in his arms, rutting his hips against Steve’s boxers. Another whimper of a moan falls from Eddie’s lips, hot air fanning across Steve’s neck. 

Christ. 

“Eds,” Steve whispers, turning his head over his shoulder to sneak a peek. 

He half expects to find Eddie awake, mirth in his eyes and a smirk on his face. It wouldn’t be the first time Eddie’s woken Steve up like this. Unfortunately, that’s not the case. Eddie’s eyes are screwed shut, a wrinkle forming between his brows as his lips part letting out another hushed huff of pleasure and frustration. 

“Eds,” Steve says again, gently nudging him with his shoulder. “Eddie, baby, wake up.” 

A chorus of groans and incoherent mumbling follows before Eddie’s eyes slowly blink open. “Wha’s wrong?” he asks, voice horse and slow. Drunk of sleep and whatever he was dreaming about, if Steve had to guess. 

“Good dream?” 

It takes a moment for the dream to come back to Eddie, but Steve knows the moment it has. His cheeks turn a beautiful pale pink, lips parting just as they had in his sleep. 

Eddie hums, closing his eyes for a second as if he’s replaying it all. When he opens them again, they’re full of that mirth Steve was expecting earlier. “Was unwrapping my Christmas present.” 

It’s hard to talk with his back still to him, but Eddie’s grip hasn’t wained so Steve makes do. He’s going to have a kink in his neck for sure, but it’s nothing a couple of Aspirin and an apologetic massage from his husband can’t solve later. 

“Oh, yeah? What was it?” 

Humming again, one of Eddie’s hands loosens its grip on Steve’s torso. Fingers dance their way down following the trail of hair before slipping into the waistband of Steve’s boxers. Steve hisses as Eddie’s cold hands wrap around his dick, giving it a teasing squeeze. 

“Eddie,” he groans. It’s louder than he anticipated. Too loud for his liking on this particular morning. With wide eyes, he whips his head to the small baby monitor on his nightstand. The picture is grainy but he can make out two lumps still in their toddler beds. Relief washes over him for all of a two seconds before Eddie gives him another experimental squeeze that has Steve gasping into his pillow. 

“Christ,” he groans. “Eds we can’t.”

“Why not?” Eddie whines, hand stilling but not leaving Steve’s boxers. “S’Christmas and I want my present.” 

Steve’s brain tells him this is a bad idea, but the blood rushing to his dick seems to disagree. He can feel it twitch in Eddie’s embrace. Doesn’t have to turn his head to know that Eddie is smirking behind him — already cock-drunk even though he’s barely got his hands on him. 

“Think you want your Christmas present too,” Eddie whispers, lips pressed to the shell of Steve’s ear. 

“We… can’t,” Steve pants, scrunching his eyes as he tries to will the blood to go anywhere else. “Told the kids they can’t get out of bed unless they hear we’re up.” 

Eddie hums as he repositions himself behind Steve. One hand still buried in Steve’s boxers, the other holds his weight as he glances at the nightstand where the baby monitor is. “Looks like they’re still sleeping,” he says, lowering himself back down onto the bed behind Steve. “‘sides they won’t know what we’re up to. If they hear anything they’ll just think it’s Scooby.” 

Steve scoffs, jerking away from Eddie. “Are you implying I sound like the dog when I moan?” 

With one swift yank, Steve’s back against Eddie’s front, his hand back to its painful teasing. Eddie’s laugh is bright and warm against the nape of Steve’s neck. It’s hard to be irritated with him when he’s like this. And Eddie knows it. 

“I don’t know, sweetheart. But we can’t find out right now. Gotta be quiet for me, yeah?” 

This time Steve successfully muffles his whine with the pillowcase as Eddie slowly drags his clammy hand up and down. It’s the slightest bit uncomfortable, too dry for Steve’s liking. The beauty of being with Eddie for this long is that he doesn’t have to tell him this. He already knows. 

Eddie stops his dry pumping and focuses his attention of the tip of his cock again. Giving it all the attention until it’s leaking with pre-cum. Eddie wastes no time using it as a lube as he drags his hand back down until his fingers tangle in the hair at Steve’s base. 

Teasing really isn’t their thing anymore. It’s hard to take your time when you’ve got two kids under five to take care of. Their sex life going back to what it was when they first started dating — fast and sloppy blowjobs in locked bathrooms, quick, quiet, fucks before bed, aching and rough but enough to scratch the itch. 

Steve can’t remember the last time they did this. Maybe their anniversary months ago when they shipped the kids off to Robin’s place. But even that was different. More heat and passion. Premeditated. This? This is the spontaneous sex he’s always craved and loved. 

Eddie’s still slowly stroking him, taking his sweet ass time. It’s only when Steve feels Eddie’s cock rut against his ass, does he realize he’s not really doing anything here. He can’t be the only one to get off on Christmas morning. That wouldn’t be fair. 

Blindly, Steve reaches one of his hands back feeling around for the hem of Eddie’s pants. He’s usually an expert at this kind of thing, but something is wrong. He lets out a frustrated groan as his hand is met with warm flannel after warm flannel — no elastic in sight. 

“What the fuck are you wearing?” Steve growls at the ceiling, still unable to turn around to face him. 

“Our matching onesies,” Eddie says, own voice strained by the pressure no doubt building in his gut. 

Steve would be turned on by Eddie’s ability to get off just by touching him if he wasn’t so desperate to get his hands on him. “You slept in that thing?” 

“‘Course I did. Marley wanted matching family pajamas, I have to give our girl what she wants.” 

“Please don’t talk about our daughter when your hand is stroking my dick like that,” Steve scolds. Well, tries to scold. It comes out more like a choke sob, but Eddie doesn’t fault him for that. It takes a moment for him to regain his composure before his hand is feeling around in the dark again. The search for the zipper of the stupid onesie feels impossible. He’s pretty sure Eddie’s managed to hide the damn thing or something when finally his fingers are met with the warm metal. Wasting no time, Steve yanks it down and slips his hands inside. 

“You slept in this thing without underwear?” Steve grunts. 

“Didn’t want to suffocate in more layers.” 

“You’re ridiculous,” Steve laughs, before giving Eddie’s dick a similar, teasing squeeze. 

Eddie’s hiss is music to Steve’s ears. Way better than the noises he was making while he was asleep. 

“Thought you said,” Eddie pants, his own hand stilling around Steve. “We can’t do this now.” 

“Like you said,” Steve says, squeezing again. “We can, s’long as you’re quite. Can you do that for me, baby?” 

“Mhmm, yep, I can be so quite. You won’t even hear me. Oh, fuck!” 

Steve chuckles, teasing Eddie’s slit one more time before he pulls his hand away. With Eddie momentarily distracted, he wiggles out from his grasp and turns on his side. It’s the first time he’s gotten to really look at Eddie all morning. He’s beautiful. Pupils dilated, lips red from where he’s been worrying it between his teeth. A sheen of sweat cling to his forehead, making his bangs stick to it. Steve’s never been more in love. 

“Good morning,” he whispers, connecting their lips in a tenderhearted kiss that doesn’t match all the teasing they’ve been doing. 

Eddie chases the kiss, mumbling his own greeting into Steve’s mouth. Steve lets himself get loss in it. Eddie’s chapped lips against his own, their gross morning breath not even a concern as he licks into his waiting mouth. He’s so caught up in the kissing, he doesn’t realize Eddie’s hands are moving again until he’s got Steve’s cock and his own wrapped around his hand. 

“Ah,” Steve gasps, pulling away from Eddie’s lip. He lets his gaze fall to the place between them. The place where Eddie’s skillful hand is wrapped around both of them, slowly pumping them together. 

“I know, sweetheart. Me too,” Eddie breathes, already struggling to keep up his pace. 

Realizing he’s struggling, Steve lends his own hand to the mess. Groaning in pleasure when his own hand wraps around them both. He manages to interlock his fingers with Eddie’s, whose hand hasn’t left their cocks. Connected, Steve starts moving both their hands up and down at a slow steady pace. 

It takes a moment for his wrist to adjust to the angle, but when it does, there’s no slowing down. Especially not when Eddie starts controlling his own hand again. The two of them work each other up, together. Hands interlocked, cocks rutting against each other. Moans and pants and swears tumble into the once-quiet room. 

Steve’s not sure who comes first — or if they really do finish at the same time. All he knows is their chests are painted in a mixture of their cum. Thankfully, Eddie’s onesie has gone unscathed. 

“Holy fucking shit,” Eddie pants, finally pulling his hand away from Steve’s softening cock. 

“Yeah,” Steve breaths, still coming down from his high. “That was…”

“Santa really delivered this year, sweetheart,” Eddie teases, nuzzling into the crook of Steve’s neck. 

“Shut up,” Steve laughs. 

There laughter fills the room before it’s interrupted by a loud clatter, followed by two pairs of eager footsteps patting down the hallway. 

“Daddys!” Marley shouts. “’S Christmas! Get up! Santa came!” 

When Steve meets Eddie’s eyes, he can see the mischief brewing behind his eyes. “Don’t even think about it,” Steve warns. 

Eddie shoots his hands up in surrender, ducking his head as he chuckles softly to himself. 

“Yeah, it is Marley!” Steve shouts back. As he sits up, Steve remembers the mess they’ve made. Cum slowly sliding down his chest. Shit. He looks at Eddie who meets his frantic gaze with a calm one. 

“Hey, Marls?” Eddie calls. She responds instantly, excitement of Christmas morning evident in her bright, cheery voice. “Santa left Daddy’s a note saying he left you and your brother lots of special things under the tree, but you have to wait in your room until we come to get you guys. Can you go back and wait for us?” 

They can hear Marley whine, the familiar sound of her stomping her feet. “Fine,” she sighs with all the dramatics of a Munson. “But you better hurry!” 

“Come on,” Steve says, rising to his feet. “We’ve got ten minutes before she’s back and breaking down the door.” 

“Ten minutes?” Eddie asks, wiggling his eyebrows. “Sounds like enough time for a round two.” 

“You’re ridiculous.” 

“But it’s Christmas,” Eddie whines, following Steve into their bathroom. “And you’re the best gift I’ve ever gotten.” 

[katyawriteswhump]

princess and the beast (steddie holiday drabble/bingo/steddiemas)

For @steddieholidaydrabbles day 12 prompt, “stargazing,”; @steddiebingo fill, “Gags” and @steddiemas week 2 prompt, “red.” (sorry… I got a bit carried away with my prompt mashing, I love them so much!!!) Also @whumptober day 11 prompt, “Manipulation.”

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WC: 992; Rating: E CW: sex, gags, knotting, sort of morally gray in places; Tags: Omega Steve, Alpha Eddie, pushy bottom Steve, slightly rough Eddie, (but not really dark Eddie, as this was supposed to be, I failed.) Enemies to lovers, slight angst and hurt/comfort, happy ending.

Summary: When Alpha Eddie suspects Omega Steve is going to break Gareth’s heart, he decides to teach Steve a lesson… just as he's unknowingly heading into his first rut.

NSFW under cut...

Eddie awoke grasping his dick—achingly erect, drooling pre-come, and verging on popping a knot. He’d slept in his van, with the syrupy scent of a needy Omega torrenting from the vehicle’s rear.

Along with incessant whimpers.

Panic jack-knifed. Eddie dashed around, his fly straining, and opened the doors. Steve ‘the princess’ Harrington huddled inside—sniffling into a gag, his hands tied.

Fuck. What have I done?

…

Yesterday

Eddie’s shitty mood was getting worse. Harrington had asked Gareth to take him stargazing. Gareth was over-the-fucking-moon, then Eddie yelled sense into him.

Wasn’t enough that ‘princess’s’ blockers no longer masked the torturing scent of his Omega pussy. Harrington ensnared a different Alpha each week, and Eddie refused to see Gareth broken-hearted.

He took Gareth’s place, driving around to fetch Steve.

He’d planned to chew Steve’s head off, maybe scare him. On arrival, Eddie’s attempted smile felt savage enough to deter anyone. Steve, nevertheless, hopped willingly into the van: “Shame Gareth’s sick. He’s a stargazing Einstein.”

Like you care, you manipulative little…

As Eddie drove, Steve fidgeted, surely scenting feral vibes. He smelled relentlessly delicious. Eddie’s teeth grinded… fuck! He’d gotten a gigantic hard-on. God, he needed to ditch this twerp.

“Why this way?” Steve’s voice wobbled, scent finally souring. “Gareth said Mars is better viewed fr—"

“SHUT UP!” Eddie slammed the breaks. A red veil slammed over his eyes. He grabbed Steve then…

Now, Eddie gawked at the helpless Omega. Last night, he’d flipped, or… Shit! He’d gone into his first rut! In Sex-Ed they’d learned how ruts caused crankiness, sometimes uncharacteristic or irrational behaviour. First ruts could even cause amnesia—when an Alpha’s horny inner-beast seized total control, the so-called ‘red-veil.’

He should’ve read the signs.

He removed the gag from Steve’s tearstained face, gently freed Steve’s hands: “Look, I went into a blind rut. I don’t remember. Did I hurt you?”

“Yes!” Steve sniffled, rubbed his wrists. “You were mean. Wouldn’t stop yelling! So, I get courted a lot. So what? After Tommy dumped me, I got r-rejection s-sickness. Okay, I dated g-guys to make myself feel better. Not Gareth! I hate sewing and typical Omega h-hobbies. Wanted to learn about the d-dumb stars.”

Eddie wished Steve was lying. Instead, he sensed only truth in Steve’s broken confession, his huge, liquid eyes. “I’m sorry.”

Steve’s next sob was snarly. “You should be, dipshit! Eventually, you calmed down. I cried, which is always humiliating. You cuddled me, then…” On instinct, Eddie offered cuddles again, then recoiled. He shouldn’t invade Steve’s space. “Ouch! Am I so repellent?”

Huh? “Look, did we… did I?”

“Noooooo!” Steve squirmed miserably on his butt. “Though you practically sent me into heat, you knot-head! I begged till you gagged me. Spent the night drowning in slick.” Eddie had been trying to ignore that scent. His dick was so failing. “Eddie, pleeeeeease!”

Eddie’s inner-Alpha had seized the cockpit and resisted? Now, he should say, We can’t! We hate each other. Instead, he whispered: “We barely know each other.”

“‘Cos all you do is glare! I’ve fancied you forever!”

Eddie cringed. “Guess I’ve been obsessed with you too.”

 “Great. What’s the hold-up?”

“Wanna cuddle first?”

“Seriously?” Steve rubbed desperately between his legs. Eddie surrendered, growling before his brain caught up:

“Present yourself, Omega.”

In a frantic rush, Steve got tangled in his clothes. Eddie stripped him and arranged him, by which time they’d stopped giggling—this shit was serious. Soon, ‘princess’s’ infamous butt waggled in Eddie’s face, pink folds flashing, slick-drenched thighs sparkling. Eddie probed a couple of fingers into his tunnel—tight, obscenely juicy. Steve whined, “Fill meeeee!”

Eddie worked him open a little more, then pressed his leaking cockhead to Steve’s hole, slowly breaching. Steve squealed and Eddie paused, luxuriating in Steve’s molten heat, his arms enfolding the Omega—who wriggled backward, literally splitting himself open: “Pleeeeeease!”

Steve peeped over his shoulder. Eddie’s heart melted at Steve’s startled yearning, which echoed Eddie’s own. Though that blood-red veil suddenly misted his vision, Eddie’s inner-Alpha relaxed and made love.

Steve’s broken chirrups evolved into screams that shook with seismic purrs. His constant orgasms milked Eddie toward climax, tides of mind-boggling pleasure rising till Eddie’s knot fully popped. His teeniest twitch now made Steve chirrup madly. And Eddie’s best-ever orgasm kept on giving, coating Steve’s insides with layers of scorching come.

Aftershocks still fading, Eddie arranged them on their sides, spooning Steve and tenderly stroking his belly.

Then, maybe for the first time in days, Eddie started thinking straight. “Christ, you’re helpless, and I—"

“Don’t say that!” Steve hissed, vicious. “You only consented when you’d stopped being a crazed beast! It’s insane! You’re so stupidly nice, I literally trust you already more than I trust myself! I pressured you last night. Sorry. I was hurting… but no excuses.”

“Okay. I get it,” murmured Eddie, and he kinda did.

“Great,” said Steve. “Look, I’m on birth control, so it’s no biggie, but… um…” His voice grew fragile, also honeyed and sweet. He peeped back at Eddie again, lashes fluttering.  “Will you be my Alpha?”

Am I the one being manipulated now?

Nah. Steve was no longer that demon in Eddie’s eyes. Steve was passionate, sincere, deadly cute. Plus, Eddie feared his inner-Alpha, so restrained with Steve, might not refrain from tearing any rival suitors apart. His knot inside Steve waned but his heart glowed. If Steve felt that glow too…?

“Never purred like that for anyone before.” Steve sighed. “It was magical.”

Eddie beamed, glad he’d remember their first time. Was that why his inner-Alpha held back last night?

“Know a bit about stargazing myself,” he whispered, licking Steve’s ear. “How about tonight?”

“More sex?”

We’ll see stars, whatever we choose. “No, a proper courting date! You’re insatiable, Sweetheart.”

They went stargazing, fucked too, and arranged their second date at a festive ball. Steve ‘the princess’ Harrington wore red, dazzling Eddie all over again. He never again courted any Alpha other than Eddie ‘the lovesick beast’ Munson.

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tags: @wheneverfeasible 💚 My stranger things fic on AO3

[steddie-island]

@steddiemas day 3 - Needing to be quiet | WC: 2041 | Rating: E No content warnings, full list of tags are on ao3.

With Extra Nuts

Eddie had seen Steve at work before. He knew what the stupid Scoops uniform looked like, knew about the dorky shorts and the red scarf that went around his neck, and the little goddamn hat. He knew that, when everything was put together, the employees looked more like they were ready to put on a bad play. 

He’d never seen it on Steve, though. When Eddie saw him before work he hadn’t put it on yet, and after work Steve had already changed. To see Steve wearing it would have required either a. Steve putting it on and modeling for his boyfriend (which he was not going to do, thank you very much) or b. Eddie going to the mall, and when the hell would he have had a need for that? 

Except today he had a need. Today he had a need and some free time, and he was curious. Maybe he wanted to see his always perfect boyfriend looking just a little less perfect in that stupid ass uniform, so sue him. 

Only that wasn’t how it worked out. Eddie walked in, his smile wide and his eyes gleaming, his new records hanging from his hand. And then he stopped, right there smack in the middle of Scoops Ahoy. 

Goddammit. 

How did he manage to make even the uniform fucking hot?

Steve was there, in his little sailor suit and that goofy fucking hat, with his little ice cream scoop hanging around his waist. His eyes were so wide and so pretty, his lips were so pink as he smiled at a kid across the counter. Then those caramel eyes were flicking up, catching Eddie’s gaze, and Eddie was a goner. 

He started moving again, but the teasing smile was gone from his face. He leaned across the freezer, lowered his voice. “When’s your break?” he asked. No greeting, no ‘hey, big boy,’ nothing. 

Steve looked over at the clock, showing the two moles that Eddie loved running his thumb over when they were making out. “I can take it now. Everything okay?” he asked. Eddie wasn’t sure he could answer, not when Steve was looking at him like that, licking his lips like that, pushing his hat off to run his fingers through his hair– “Yeah. Now?”

Steve whistled, gestured towards Eddie with a tilt of his head. “Can you handle the counter for twenty minutes?” he asked Robin. 

All it took was one look at the way Eddie was holding himself with his fists clenched and his eyes fixed to Steve’s lips, his own mouth parted a little, and– “Yeah, get out of here,” she said, wrinkling her nose a little. Steve tucked his hat into his apron pocket and moved to take it off. 

“Leave it on,” Eddie murmured. His fingers had moved from a fist to drum against the top of the freezer. 

Steve looked at him, really looked at him, and it clicked. He grinned and dropped the scoop onto the counter before jerking his head towards the back. “Van?”

Normally Eddie would have said yes, would have loved to have Steve spread beneath him or on top of him in the back of his van. They’d done it a lot– not that they needed to sneak or anything when Steve had the whole house to himself. Eddie just loved it, the way the rest of the world got shut out as they fucked in the little nest he’d set up back there for them. They could lay there after with the doors open, and they could just talk for hours. They’d fallen asleep like that more than once. 

Today, though, Eddie was in too big a hurry. He followed Steve through the back room, out into a back hallway. “Where does this door take us?” he asked. Steve was headed for an exit, but Eddie didn’t have time to traverse the parking lot, and other people. He needed his hands in those tight ass shorts right the fuck now. 

“It’s a storage closet– Eddie!” 

Eddie pushed the door open, dragged Steve inside and kicked the door closed behind them. It was bigger than a regular storage closet, with a frosted glass window. When he tried to flick the lightswitch there was nothing. They were alone in the dark, save for the light filtering through the glass. He dragged Steve deep into the closet, behind a tall shelf. There was a table tucked into the corner, and with a sweep of his arms Eddie had half of it cleared off.

“How are you so goddamn hot in that?” he asked. He was smiling now that they were alone and he didn’t need to keep himself composed. “Jesus Christ, I knew the uniform was bad, but…” 

“But?” Steve pressed. 

“I’ve never wanted to get my hands on you so fast in my fucking life. This thing is dangerous, baby.” Eddie pushed Steve’s shirt up just to dip his fingers beneath the waistband of his shorts. “This thing should be fucking illegal.” Their lips met in a hungry kiss. Steve’s hands tangled in Eddie’s hair, and then Eddie’s hands were gripping Steve’s ass and pulling him closer. 

The kiss didn’t last long, because then Eddie’s teeth were against his throat and Steve was crying out softly. “Fuck– I don’t have long–” “We’ll owe Robin,” Eddie murmured. He pulled on the chain connecting his wallet to his jeans and dug through until he had the sample lube packet he carried around. (“For emergencies,” he’d said, when Steve had found it the first time. Who was fucking laughing now? Not Steve!)

Eddie turned Steve around, bent him over the table, had his shorts down and two slick fingers against his hole in record time. 

“Jesus, Eddie–” Steve looked back at him with dark eyes. “Never seen you like this–” “Never seen you like this,” Eddie retorted. While one thick finger started working Steve open, he leaned in to nip and bite at Steve’s neck. “Gonna fuck you, honey. Fuck you so good. You look so good, you know that? Know how good your ass looks in these shorts?”

Steve could barely speak when Eddie got like this. Between the words against his ear and the finger working him over in a way that made his knees weak, it was all he could do to just whimper Eddie’s name. “That’s it,” Eddie encouraged. He rolled his hips, let Steve feel his cock through his jeans. “You fucking did that to me. Just seeing you behind the counter, looking so goddamn good, sweetheart. Like a– a fuckin’ painting or somethin.” 

A second finger breached Steve’s entrance and Steve gasped. 

“Shoulda– shoulda shown you months ago,” he panted. “Fuck, Eddie, that’s– fuck–” Eddie’s fingers curled up towards his prostate once, twice, over and over. “You’re always so loud. Someone’s gonna hear you, gonna know you’re in here getting it so good.” “Eddie–” Steve dropped his forehead to the table and whined, rolled his hips back against those long fingers, essentially fucking himself onto them. “Oh my god–” Eddie pushed Steve’s shirt up to nip at his back. “Tell me when you can take more–” “Now! Now now, I can take it,” Steve promised. “Fuck, Eddie, please–” “So greedy.” Eddie obliged, pressed a third finger inside before latching on to Steve’s shoulder blade with his teeth to suck a dark hickey there. His other hand came around to stroke Steve’s cock in time with the movement of his fingers in Steve’s ass. 

It was too much, too fast. Steve barely had time to get his apron out of the way before he was coming with a shout that he muffled by burying his teeth into his own bicep. 

Eddie’s fingers were gone, and then his cock was there, the thick head pressing past his rim. “So fucking tight, sweetheart,” he panted. He gripped Steve’s hip with his lube covered hand and buried his other hand in that head of hair. 

“Eddie–” Steve tried to drive back, to get more, but Eddie’s hold was meant to keep him from moving. Steve could get away if he wanted to, but he really didn’t fucking want to. “Just relax, I’ve got you, Stevie,” Eddie reminded him before driving forward and burying himself with one smooth stroke. Steve couldn’t help but cry out with the sudden jolt of pleasure; if not for Eddie’s hands and the table, he would’ve hit the floor. 

“Oh god, Eddie, fuck–” “You good?” Eddie breathed. “Too much?”

“No, fuck no. Just– move?” Steve urged. “Need more–” Eddie groaned and buried his face in Steve’s neck. He picked up a quick, hard rhythm. Steve’s chest was flush to the table, his hands holding on to the other side to help keep upright. 

“Yes– yes–” he encouraged with breathy little moans. “So good–” “That how you want it?” Eddie asked. “Wanna walk funny? Let everyone know– fuck– know how much you love getting fucked like this, honey?” His breath came in puffs against Steve’s ear as he kept driving his hips forward. “Yes–” Steve sobbed out. “God yes–”

“Hello?” The door creaked open, letting in a beam of light that ended just outside of where they stood. If they moved back, they would be visible. “Is someone in here?”

Eddie had stilled with his hips flush against Steve’s ass, and Steve had his mouth against his arm again to keep himself quiet. The lightswitch flicked up, down, up, back down once more before the door closed and they were left alone again. 

Mostly alone, anyway. Whoever had interrupted them was still standing outside, their outline visible in a crack between boxes on one of the higher shelves, and they were talking to someone else. Eddie could hear the low murmur of their voices, and if they could hear the strangers then…

“You have to be quiet,” Eddie whispered as he started rolling his hips again. “Gotta be quiet for me, sweetheart, or they’ll walk in and find you like this.” Steve rocked back as much as he could as the desire surged through him. He didn’t want to be caught, but knowing someone was right outside? It was as dangerous as Eddie had claimed his uniform was. 

“Want me to stop?” Eddie murmured, his hips slowing. 

Steve shook his head and drove back, impaling himself again. 

They moved together, quiet and fast, Steve’s little moans and whimpers barely concealed as he got closer and closer to his orgasm. 

He couldn’t warn Eddie when it happened, he could only shudder through it and bite his arm again to keep himself as quiet as possible– a feat made even more difficult when he could feel Eddie spilling deep into his body. 

They slumped against the table to let their breathing even out again. By the time Eddie felt like he could stand up straight the voices outside were gone. He huffed out a laugh, slipped out of Steve carefully. “Fuck. Fuck, you okay, sweetheart?”

Steve nodded as he straightened up, too. “Gonna need a new apron,” he said, grinning a little. He pulled it off, then turned to use it to clean himself up.  

“Tell ‘em I’ll pay for it.” Eddie tucked himself away, smoothed his hand through his hair. He had the patience to wait until Steve was completely dressed– sans apron– to pull him in for a kiss. It was slow, languid, less desperate than their last kisses had been. 

“You’re fuckin’ perfect, did you know that?” Eddie whispered. 

Steve pinked a little. “You keep telling me that, I’m gonna start believing it,” he said. 

“Good.” Eddie pecked his lips, his cheek, leaned down to kiss his moles. He wanted to stay here forever– the ‘here’ being Steve’s arms, not in the storage closet. They couldn’t hide in here forever, though. 

“Guess I have to get you back to work,” he said as he smoothed Steve’s hair back from his face. 

“Guess so.” Steve sighed, stole another kiss before grabbing his hat and perching it on his head. “I’ll still see you tonight, right?” “Yeah, tonight.” As they left the closet, Eddie with his bag in hand once more, he stopped and caught Steve’s sleeve between his fingers. “And Steve? Wear the uniform.” 

[thisapplepielife]

Written for the @steddiemas challenge.

Permanent 99

Prompt Day 30: Smut Themed Sentence Starters | Word Count: 2811 | Rating: E | CW: Sexual Content, 18+ Only | Tags: Sports AU, Swimming AU, Modern Setting, Eddie & Gareth are BFFs, Olympic Swimmers, Heat Wave, Outdoor Fooling Around, Blowjob, Eddie POV

This follows my Sports AU drabble from @steddieholidaydrabbles where they were Olympic Swimmers, but can be read standalone.

This one is also available right here on AO3.

we're hot and sticky as we can get, don't need to go swimming to be soakin' wet, you lean in and you bite my lip, it's hard to be cool in heat like this, sweat drop at the end of your nose, makes you lose your mind and lose your clothes Christian Kane, Permanent 99

Eddie rests his forearm over his eyes, attempting to block out the way too bright sun and wipe the sweat away from his forehead at the same time. 

The strips of cheap vinyl from the PVC lounger are sticking to his bare back and he can't seem to shift in any way to get comfortable with the feeling. Steve is worth millions, but he's dragged out some old as shit, tri-fold lounge chairs from last century. They had to have been stashed in his parents' pool house, left over from the eighties, faded from sun and years of disuse. If Eddie's going to be subjected to the summer sun, he's definitely gonna need a newer chair, because this is really not working for him. 

He's sticking to it in ways that feel really gross.

That has a lot to do with the fact that it's so humid it's almost insufferable. The glare off of the water isn't helping matters. It's blinding him, even through his sunglasses. They've spent a lifetime looking at pool water, so Eddie's not entirely sure why they're still doing it now, on their own time.

“It’s hot as shit,” Eddie finally announces, moving his arm just enough to catch a glimpse of Steve next to him.

Steve smiles, seemingly unconcerned by the unrelenting heat. 

He's tanned, and glistening in the sun, looking every bit of a Greek god. That bastard.

Eddie's actually seen Steve in Athens, at the fucking Olympiad itself, and he damn well didn't look anything like he does right now. Steve was only nineteen then, still just a kid chasing a dream. And, now he's a man. A gorgeous man.

Eddie is pretty sure he looks like an overheated, wet cat in comparison. A pitiful thing that probably just needs put down.

But Eddie grins, because retirement looks good on Steve Harrington. Damn good. Retired before thirty. That's quite the thing to wrap his head around. 

But that's not going to stop Eddie's complaining.

“From now on, summer months will be spent strictly indoors. It's too hot, and I’m too pale for this,” Eddie declares, as if that is the final decision on the subject matter.

It isn't. Not if his perpetually sun-kissed boyfriend has a say in the matter.

Steve just rolls his eyes, and doesn’t look away from his magazine, "You made the worst dressed list, again," Steve offers, flashing the glossy pages in his direction. "They put you on the fug list."

Well, Eddie doesn't give a flying fug what that rag thinks. He's gonna wear what he's gonna wear. 

"And let me guess, you're in the other column?" Eddie asks, but he already knows it. Ever since they went public with their relationship after retirement, they've been tabloid fodder. Everyone has been speculating on how long this has been going on (since Athens) and how long it will last (hopefully forever) and they've picked apart every last detail of their lives they can get their hands on. And their very different style choices have been a popular topic of conversation.

Steve retired, Eddie didn't. Until he did. And now, they're both out of the meat grinder, free at last to do whatever they want to with all this brand new free time. Eddie's had fun running swim clinics for kids, and Steve has been funneling his time and money into his charitable foundation.

The rest of the time, they spend lazing together, just like this. Finally getting to really build this relationship of theirs into something even deeper, and stronger, than ever before.

They can't leave swimming, not totally. It's in their blood. But it's nice to be away from the early practices and constant sacrifices you have to make to be an Olympian, not just once, but several Games in a row.

Their not-so-secret love went public at Eddie's last Games, when Steve showed up, but kept out of the announcer's booth, and refused to be interviewed. He wasn't there for his own promo. Everybody was pissy about it, wanting a piece of him, wanting the ratings boost his voice, his face, would bring in. But Steve was only there to see Eddie, Gareth and the rest of his friends on Team USA swim, that's it.

So, it didn't take long for rumors to reach a fever pitch, and instead of denying them. They just admitted they were together, and had been, for a very long time. And now, they were looking forward to retirement, together. 

And that was that. 

They've been holed up at Steve's house ever since, trying to keep away from prying eyes, to just be together. With no other commitments. No early practices. No strict diets.

They're just Eddie and Steve. No longer Harrington and Munson.

But, Eddie's getting a little stir crazy and a lot hot. He needs to be anywhere but beside a pool right now.

“I haven’t even set foot in the goddamn pool and I’m sweating through my trunks,” Eddie whines, just making sure his opinion on the subject has been heard by Steve, loud and clear.

“Shoulda rocked the banana hammock, bro,” Steve supplies with a shrug of his shoulders, laughing loudly, totally unbothered by Eddie’s constant bitching. 

Eddie smiles, "Don't call me bro, dude."

Steve giggles, and it's the best sound. So carefree. All that weight of expectation just…gone. It was amazing to see. Retired from professional swimming, Steve doesn’t sweat the small stuff, not anymore. And Eddie is one hundred percent down for that.

"Speedos aren’t exactly casual pool wear, regardless of what you might think, Harrington,” Eddie adds.

“Sure they are,” Steve answers, waving his hand over his lap.

Eddie looks over at Steve, and lowers his sunglasses down his nose. Steve's wearing a tiny, all-white Speedo that Eddie can't look away from. It was a purposeful choice, Eddie is well aware. 

Steve's baiting him. 

And the white makes it basically see through. It’s nearly obscene and Eddie knows damn good and well Steve wore it on purpose, knowing he’d either sweat through it, and make it see through, or end up in the pool…and make it see through. 

Eddie knows this game well and it sadly always, always works on him. He's an easy mark. Always has been when it comes to Steve Harrington.

Eddie pushes his glasses back up on his face.

“You're right, the Federation should have forgotten all about the tech suits and went back to those," Eddie says, licking his lips, wetting them. Two can play at this game.

There’s a sweat drop clinging to the end of Steve’s nose and Eddie reaches over to catch it with his thumb. Raking his eyes all over Steve.

"Is this seriously turning you on?" Steve asks, lifting an eyebrow. "I'm basically wearing an old work uniform."

Eddie just nods, looking at every inch of Steve's body. Still toned, but already going slightly softer in places. Not to mention all the body hair. Steve's hairy, when the fuck did that happen? After only knowing him as the shaved and waxed swimmer, this has been a fucking revelation of a magnitude Eddie can't even put into words. 

Steve's a man. No longer the kid he was when they met, a million years and a million miles away from here.

"You're staring," Steve says, teasing him, and Eddie just nods. He's definitely staring and he'll do it some more. 

Steve smiles and sets his magazine down and crawls over onto Eddie’s lounger, straddling Eddie’s thighs. It creaks and shifts under them, and Eddie holds his breath, and prepares for the little metal legs to collapse. It doesn't, miraculously, and Steve takes Eddie's stillness for an opportunity to lean in and bite at Eddie’s bottom lip before Eddie can, well, give him any more lip. Eddie groans a little at the feeling, hands settling on Steve’s hips. Steve deepens the kiss and runs his fingers through Eddie’s sweat-damp hair.

When they finally break apart, Steve is even slicker with sweat than he was before, but he just grins down at Eddie.

“Let’s go in,” Eddie urges, thumbs tracing lazy circles on Steve’s exposed hip bones. Running his thumb over Steve's Olympic rings tattoo that's just barely peeking over the top of the tiny Speedo. 

Steve took Eddie to get his own rings tattoo after his first Olympics, and Eddie took Gareth after his. It's a sacred tradition. 

Eddie presses his thumb into the slightly faded ink, then dips it lower, stroking until he feels coarse hair under his thumb. Then, he's sliding his other hand up and down Steve's hairy thigh. More hair. Hair for days.

In fact, Steve’s chest hair is damp and right in Eddie’s face. It’s driving him a little wild. Steve spent so many years shaved, that this has been a goddamn turn on. Eddie leans forward and buries his face in Steve's chest.

Steve just laughs, and pushes Eddie back down, nipping at Eddie’s neck playfully, “S’good out here.”

“Think of the air conditioning. And the big, big bed.”

“This is bed-like,” Steve insists, reaching over and hitting the lever sending the chaise flat. The unsteady metal legs wobble comically and Eddie laughs as Steve topples over on top of him ungracefully. It's a nice change of pace, since Eddie often feels like he's the ungraceful one nearly everywhere but in the water. Always one wrong move from a trip to the E.R., while Steve stands by, shaking his head. 

Eddie’s fairly certain this flimsy-ass chair can't hold their combined weight indefinitely, even without Steve trying to fuck him through it. But he still runs his fingers through Steve’s hair, pulling him closer, encouraging him. 

He'll ride this train into the ground, without question. 

Steve closes his eyes, and grinds down against him.

Eddie grips Steve’s hips, resting his fingers against Steve’s ass, cupping him through the Speedo. When he squeezes his fingers underneath the tight material, Steve opens his eyes to meet Eddie’s, and Eddie just raises an eyebrow, questioning.

“By all means,” Steve answers, lifting up enough for them to work together to get it shimmed off his ass.

It isn’t easy. Removing a wet Speedo never is, and Steve’s wallering him in the process. Eddie almost takes a knee to the nuts, but they finally get it peeled off Steve's hips and tossed onto the ground. 

Steve unties Eddie’s trunks and pulls the Velcro closure apart loudly. He snakes his hand inside and closes his fist around him, and Eddie can’t help but buck up into the tight grip. 

“Fuck, Steve,” Eddie pants, leaning back further, enjoying the feeling.

Steve smiles and leans forward, chasing him, licking a path of sweat off of Eddie’s chest. It makes Eddie shiver unexpectedly and he can’t stop himself from tangling his hand in Steve’s hair. Urging him lower. Steve takes the hint. He always does.

He pushes apart Eddie's trunks, getting himself better access, and Eddie lifts up, to let him tug them down a little further, but not all the way off. 

Eddie groans when Steve’s mouth makes contact with his dick.

He rests his hand on Steve's head, feeling every movement from above and below. Steve's a gold medal cocksucker, that's for goddamn sure. 

"That's good, sweetheart," Eddie says, and Steve hums in acknowledgement, head moving up and down, hand doing the rest of the work in tandem. 

Eddie slides his hand down to Steve's face, pressing his palm to his stubbly cheek, and Steve changes the angle, so the head of Eddie's dick now hits the inside of his cheek with every bob of his head, bumping against Eddie's palm.

Steve's teasing him, playing with him, but it's fucking hot. 

So hot, and it's all Eddie can take, honestly, and he arches his hips off the chair, coming. 

Steve pulls off, and makes eye contact as he swipes his tongue around his mouth, gathering up Eddie's come on his tongue, which he shows Eddie, before swallowing.

"You're gonna kill me," Eddie says, as he moves to wrap his hand around Steve's hard dick, but Steve holds up one finger, wagging it at him. 

And then he slides fully on top of Eddie, and ruts into his hip. Using Eddie to get himself off.

Jesus H. Christ. 

Retired Steve is his favorite version, so far. Even more than top of the podium Steve. Or secret locker room blowjob Steve.

This version? His to keep? This is the one. 

Steve's breathing heavy into Eddie's ear, hot puffs of air and soft moans that make Eddie wish he could get hard again right now. Eddie digs his fingers into Steve's slick back, just along for the ride. Getting to enjoy the sights and sounds of Steve working hard. Breath catching with exertion. 

It's so familiar, and yet, brand new.

Steve lets out a groan in Eddie's ear, and then comes inside Eddie's shorts, and that's a new feat, for sure. 

Steve clearly doesn't give a fuck if he glues himself to Eddie's pubic hair, as he lays down on Eddie fully. Naked, sated and happy. This is the kind of hot Eddie isn't going to complain about. 

He almost says so, when he feels the whoosh of air blow past his arm before there’s a splash in the pool. He freezes. He doesn’t dare open his eyes, even if he’s certain it’s only Gareth. Maybe Robin, if he's really unlucky.

Steve's house has a revolving door. You never know who's gonna show up, unannounced.

And Eddie can't help it, he flushes even further, cheeks red and hot, totally embarrassed. 

When Eddie finally cracks an eye open, he laughs when he sees Gareth standing in the pool, right at the edge. Arms folded, head resting on them. Staring right at Eddie. Gareth has no shame and doesn’t get embarrassed easily, if ever. 

Just like Steve, honestly.

How he's surrounded himself with these two, he's not exactly sure.

"Whatcha guys been doin'?" Gareth drawls out, like he can't see Steve's bare ass in his face and know exactly what they were doing. 

Gareth's caught them fucking in several countries at this point. This is nothing. It's not even in the top ten most compromising positions he's seen them in. But still. Eddie could do without it, for sure.

Gareth's dog, Bonzo, is prancing around poolside, barking and jumping, just as hyper as his owner.

Steve just shakes his head, leaning over and picking up his discarded Speedo and walks back towards the house, like it’s no big deal to be walking around the backyard, totally naked. It's nothing Gareth hasn't seen before, to be certain. They've all spent far too many years together, in far too many locker rooms. 

Still, Eddie lifts his hips, and gets his trunks back up and securely fastened. He’s not about to get caught naked if he can help it. Unlike Steve, he does have some shame, and doesn’t exactly desire his junk getting featured on TMZ.

Some days, Eddie thinks Steve's just daring them to run dick pics of him. Probably because he knows what he's packing, and nobody in their right mind is gonna give his dick bad press. 

Definitely not Eddie. No way.

Eddie is about to get up, when Bonzo seizes the opportunity for the freed up premium seating, and jumps up onto Eddie’s lap.

Eddie hears the chair give way before he feels it. Soon enough they’re both falling to the ground. It’s a short fall, but Eddie still scrapes his elbow on the concrete and Bonzo shoots him daggers as if this whole mess was Eddie's fault, as the dog darts away from the scene of the crime, and towards the house, trying to catch up with Steve.

Steve clearly saw it happen, and he’s doubled over laughing near the sliding glass doors, still naked, and Eddie really doesn’t find it all that funny. 

“Fuck you, asshole, that hurt!” Eddie yells across the yard as he awkwardly untangles himself from the wreckage. Steve just laughs harder, and as much as Eddie wants to, it’s hard for him to stay mad at Steve.

Eddie gets up and surveys the collapsed heap of vinyl and aluminum. It looks like it's a total loss, and that does make Eddie smile, fully thankful that the chair from hell finally met its overdue end.

He jogs to catch up with Steve, hoping to slide in the shower with him, where Steve will kiss his wounded pride all better, and maybe go for round two. 

Notes: Song is Permanent 99 by Christian Kane. It's not on Spotify, or I'd just embed it. Gareth's dog is Bonzo, after John Bonham. Because I still like to think he's a drummer in this world, and that still plays with Eddie here, too. They just took their focus elsewhere.

This is the kind of chair I'm talking about, which they're still making apparently?! I had no idea.

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Steddiemas 2023

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@steddiemas Day 24: For Someone Special

Tags: Established Relationships, Implied Sex, Christmas Sex

wc: 935 | Rating: M

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Like the chaos demon he is, Eddie gives Steve his Christmas list the week before the holiday. Not that Steve’s surprise, it’s actually an improvement from the last few years where Eddie’s slipped him the list on December 23rd. Luckily, Steve knows him well enough not to need a list. 

Case in point, Steve already has all the items on Eddie’s list bought, wrapped, and hidden in the back of their small closet. Well, almost all of the gifts. Unfortunately, the cat is a no-go. Not because Steve doesn’t want one, but because their apartment complex has made it abundantly clear that animals are not allowed. He did get him a cute Garfield plushie though and a new packet of cat treats for the feral cats that linger in the parking lot so hopefully that holds him over until they eventually move out and can get their own place. 

And no, he did not have to ask Jeff about what guitar strings to be. Honestly, he’s sort of offended that Eddie thinks he doesn’t listen to everything he says. A fact, he makes clear to him when he opens the box of strings on Christmas morning. 

He doesn’t dwell on it too much though, because the next gift in Eddie’s hands is the one he’s been waiting for him to open since the day he found them in the little shop in Indianapolis. Okay, maybe waiting isn’t the right word for it. More like bouncing on the edge of his seat in anticipation and anxiety. 

Steve usually sticks to Eddie’s list, but he couldn’t help but get a little creative this year. After all, it is their third Christmas together and first in their own place. It calls for a little celebration. 

He can’t help but hold his breath and nervously bounces his knee as he watches Eddie tear into the box. Maybe this was a mistake. Sure, they’re weird, but are they this weird? Shit, shit, shit, shit. 

“Oh!” Eddie shouts pulling Steve from his spiral. 

When he looks up he finds Eddie staring at him with those big, brown eyes of his. The brown is hard to see by how dilated his pupils are. The tips of his ears are already red and the blush is moving fast, spreading across his cheeks before Eddie has time to undo his messy bun and pull a strand to his lips — a habit he still hasn’t grown out of. 

Glancing down at the little bag of dice in his hand again, Eddie picks his head up and cocks it to the side. “I know I had new dice on my list but this is not what I was expecting.” 

“Well, you did write any kind,” Steve says, confidence returning to him as Eddie continues to glance between him and the sexy dice in his hands. “But if you don’t like them I can always return them.” 

“Absolutely not,” Eddie scoffs. “I think these are going to be my new favorite.” 

“Oh, yeah?” 

Eddie doesn’t say anything and instead clasps his hands over the dice and begins to shake. Steve silently counts in his head, waiting with a bated breath as Eddie finally opens his hands and sends the pair of dice clattering against their coffee table. When they stop, they both lean forward to see what sides they’ve landed on. 

Blow. 

Nipples. 

“Yep,” Eddie says, popping the “p” as he turns to face Steve. “These are definitely my favorite.” 

It’s a good thing they celebrated Christmas with everyone yesterday because they spend the rolling the dice over and over and over again. 

“I don’t know how I’m ever going to top this gift,” Steve teases, hot and sweaty as they finally curled up next to each other in their rumpled, slightly damp bed. If he wasn’t so tired and had the ability to stand, he’d strip the bed and insist they put new sheets on. But he’s too satiated to care about the mess they’ve been making over and over and over again. 

Eddie hums already nosing at the dark purple spot on Steve’s neck. “Don’t know about topping it, but you could top me.” 

“I think my dick might fall off if we keep going.” 

“Oh, please. He can handle it and so can you.” Eddie snorts and bites down on the sensitive spot causing Steve to yelp and shove him away. “Come on, big boy, those dice have 36 variations on them. We’ve got a long way to go.” 

“Oh, so now he’s good at math,” Steve teases before throwing his left leg over Eddie’s waist. 

Sitting up so he’s probably straddling him, he takes a moment to admire his boyfriend’s blissed-out state. He’s pretty sure his eyes have been blown wide the entire day and his rosy cheeks have become a permanent feature too. Steve’s marked him from head to toe — purple spots and teeth and tiny fingerprint indentions litter his pale skin. His skin is calm with sweat and cum, but Steve doesn’t care as he leans forward and steals his millionth kiss of the day. 

“If I knew you were going to love them so much, I would have gotten the other set with the locations.” 

“I expect them for Valentine’s Day,” Eddie says, stealing his own kiss before reaching his hand out to grab the dice from the nightstand. He hands them to Steve and nods his head. “Now roll sweetheart.” 

Steve gives them a good shake before throwing them on the bed. They bounce once before revealing their next move. 

Bite. 

Thighs. 

“Best Christmas present ever.” 

[shares-a-vest]

@steddiemas Day 23: Christmas Themed Sentence Starters (Saturday Sentence Starters)

“Is this much mistletoe really necessary?” Steve asks, frowning as he looks up to find sprigs of the stuff duct-taped all over Eddie’s bedroom ceiling.

“Nope,” Eddie says from his spot directly behind him.

There is a series of rushed, scrambling noises before Steve feels Eddie headbutt him in the lower back. It knocks him forward a step and Eddie grumbles.

And then, at break-neck speed, Eddie’s shoes wizz past him with such force they hit the back wall of his bedroom with a thud.

“Eddie!” Steve chides, whipping around.

He is greeted with greedy fingers and a set of very eager grabby hands. “Bed, now!” Eddie commands, his eyes lit up like a goddamn Christmas tree.

But he doesn’t let Steve move an inch as he lunges and wraps his arms around him.

Eddie nuzzles into his neck.

“Yes,” he hisses, his hot breath ghosting his skin. He eventually detaches himself, eyebrows wiggling away as he adds, “And the Plant’s Christmas party is usually an all-night affair.”

He’s positively giddy as he begins rocking on his heels, his whole body buzzing with anticipation.

“I told you, we can just go to my house,” Steve offers as his boyfriend starts backing him towards the bed.

Eddie stops, hands stilling on Steve’s hips as he pouts.

“But your house is sad.”

Steve rolls his eyes, feeling the backs of his knees hit the bed and Eddie gives him a light shove.

It leaves him surprisingly breathless as he falls sideways onto the bed to miss knocking against the wall. He only just manages to settle against the pillow and toe his own shoes off before Eddie clambers onto the bed and straddles him.

“Now, Stevie,” he coos, looking down at him with hooded eyes, “Just look up to all that mistletoe dancing around in the heavens above...”

He plants his hands on either side of Steve’s head and leans down for a – deceptively chaste – kiss.

[steddieasitgoes]

@steddiemas Day 10 Prompt: Nice & Naughty

18+ only please!

Tags: Established Relationship, Eddie Munson Is A Tease, Candy Canes, Fade to Black Smut, Holiday Party

wc: 1882 | Rating: M

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There are only two possible outcomes for tonight. 

Either Steve is going to kill Eddie. 

Or Eddie’s going to kill Steve. 

He’s still not sure which is the better option. 

It’s not how the night was supposed to go. Not in the slightest. 

All he wanted was to come home from work, quickly change, and head out to Robin and Nancy’s first annual Christmas party. He’d promised her he wouldn’t be late and even if he didn’t, her threats of castration were enough drive to make sure he stayed on time. 

Of course, he failed to account for the menace he called the love of his life. 

Eddie didn’t face the same level of threats as Steve did if they were late to the party. Nor did he endure an eight-and-a-half-hour day refereeing children hyped up on candy and the promise of winter break.

Instead, he spent the day at home, bored and alone. Or at least, bored and alone until he miraculously stumbled on the handmade Christmas gift Steve had been hiding for weeks now. The little shit. Weeks of planning, careful grooming, and slightly embarrassing photo sessions with Jonathan were ruined the minute Steve opened the front door to find Eddie flipping through the calendar on the couch. 

It’s not that he’s mad at him for snooping, truthfully, he should have hidden the calendar better. He just wanted to be there when he opened the gift and realized what the pages held. Sure, Eddie still looks dazed and love-struck, but it’s not the same as the initial reaction he knows would have turned his pale face a beautiful blushing red. 

Of course, staring at erotic and occasionally nude pictures of Steve all afternoon had an effect on Eddie. One that left him needy and hungry the minute his eyes lifted from the carefully crafted calendar spread to meet Steve’s judgmental gaze. 

Maybe it’s because he is a little mad about the ruined gift, or maybe it’s because he really does fear Robin’s wrath. Whatever the case, Steve had brushed off Eddie’s advances (and there were a lot of them) and managed to get them dressed and out of the house on time. 

He was paying the price for it now, though. 

If there’s anything worse than a bored Eddie, it’s a horny Eddie who has yet to be satisfied. 

“Are you aware your boyfriend is currently deep-throating a candy cane right now?” Robin asks, starting him from his staring. 

Steve’s not fond of the noise he makes that slips passed his lips. It’s nothing Robin hasn’t heard before (they spent five years as roommates and they have the mental scars to prove it), but its still embarrassing. Especially when anyone at this godforsaken party can hear him. 

He’s going to kill him. 

“Unfortunately,” Steve groans, tipping his head back as he wills himself to pull it together. There is a time and a place to indulge his horny boyfriend and his platonic soulmate and his ex-girlfriend's first annual holiday party in their house is not one of them. 

“Awesome,” Robin says, clicking her tongue. “So, like, are you going to stop him?” 

With a deep sigh, Steve’s hands come to rest on his hips as he rights himself. Eddie’s in his peripheral now as he turns to face Robin, but he can still see him seductively going to town on the ginormous candy cane. Making a show of it, dragging his tongue from where his hand grips the base up to the curved tip of the stupid candy. Lips parting in that beautiful ‘o’ before he puckers them and sucks on the peppermint stick. 

Christ. 

“I don’t think you’d approve of how I’d stop him.” 

On cue, Robin’s nose wrinkles as if she’s smelt something horrible. Which isn’t possible given the delicious smells emanating from the kitchen and the many candles lit around the room. 

“Gross!”

“Hey, you asked!” 

“Yeah, only because he’s making a scene and I’m pretty sure if you don’t stop him, Benjamin is going to break his own HR PDA rules and steal your man.” 

“Over my dead fucking body,” Steve huffs. 

Benjamin from HR would be lucky to get within ten feet of Eddie whenever Steve’s around. Some may call him overprotective, but he’s just giving into his primitive nature. The one that says Eddie is his and only his so kindly fuck all the way off. 

He’s about to tell Robin as much when he spots movement out of the corner of his eye. A familiar tuff of red hair practically skipping towards Eddie’s whose moved on from the candy cane and is now doing the most dipping a warm cookie into a mug of eggnog. 

“Is it just me or is Benjamin making eyes at Eddie?” Nancy asks, appearing out of thin air. 

This time Steve doesn’t mind the noise that escapes him. If he’s honest, he wishes it was louder. An animalistic growl that would warn Benjamin to back up without him having to drag himself over to Eddie. Unfortunately, the music is too loud and Benjamin is too entranced so Steve has no choice but to physical intervene. 

“Robs, Nance, this party has been great and I really wish we could stay,” he says, glancing over his shoulder to find Benjamin’s hand patting Eddie’s shoulder affectionately. “But I don’t think you or your guests would enjoy what’s about to happen.” 

Without another word, Steve slams his mug of eggnog down on the table behind him and stalks across the room. Sure enough, Benjamin is making eyes at Eddie. Steve can tell Eddie’s uncomfortable by the way he’s standing; shoulder high, arms stiff at his side. It doesn’t stop him from giving Benjamin a playful look in return when he spots Steve staring. 

Little shit. 

“Hey, Eds,” Steve says, slipping his arm around Eddie’s waist with practiced ease. “Think it’s time we head out, don’t ya think?”

“Aw, already?” Eddie whines, barely looking at him. “But me and Benjamin were just getting to know each other.” 

Steve hums as his fingers come to pinch the delicate skin on Eddie’s hip. A warning. “M’sure you were, but we have that thing we need to finish up.”

“I think it can wait a little longer.” 

“I really don’t think so,” Steve says, trying his best to keep his voice even. 

Benjamin’s watching them, eyes moving between them like a pingpong ball. He might be a so-called expert on human relations, but he clearly seems lost right now. It’s actually hilarious when Steve really thinks about it. Benjamin’s met them a handful of times before and yet he’s failed to realize they’re an item. 

“It was nice seeing you again, Benjamin,” Steve says, extending his free arm out for a friendly handshake. “Have a happy holiday!” 

Steve drags Eddie to the car in a half sprint/half jog that leaves them both breathless in all the wrong ways. Always the gentleman, he opens the car door for Eddie before slamming it shut and stalking over to the driver’s seat. 

They’re on the road for less than five minutes when Steve feels Eddie’s hand creeping up his thigh. A quick glance and he sees the want pooling in those damn brown eyes as his. 

“You really think you deserve this after tonight?” Steve snaps, swatting Eddie’s hand away from his lap. 

“Oh like you’ve been any better,” Eddie scoffs. “All those pretty pictures you had taken of yourself?” 

“That was a private Christmas gift!” Steve defends. His grip on the steering wheel tightens as Eddie hand falls back on his lap, fingers drumming against the strong muscle of his thigh. “One you snooped around and found! And don’t even get me started on your little candy cane show a minute ago.” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, sweetheart,” Eddie says, batting his stupid eyelashes. 

The light ahead of them changes from yellow to red and Steve slowly eases his foot off the gas. With the car rolling to a stop, he tears his eyes away from the street and drinks Eddie in. The soft streetlights cast a halo of light around his dark curls, already unruly from the winter breeze. His lips are plush and red stained from the stupid candy cane and his eyes are still blown just as wide as they were hours ago when Steve caught him red handed. He’s fucking beautiful. 

Steve can’t wait to destroy him. 

“You’ve been naughty.” 

Eddie hums, leaning across the center console so he’s firmly in Steve’s space. The hand on Steve’s laps moves higher, fingers pressing into the tightening denim around his dick.  His lips find the shell of his ear, hot breath fanning over him that sends a shiver down his spine. 

“Naughty enough to be punished?” 

The light changes but Steve doesn’t move. He’s caught in a trance under Eddie’s careful hand and wild eyes. Santa Claus and his hoard of reindeer could materialize in front of them right now and Steve wouldn’t even give them a second glance. 

If they were ten years younger and their backseat was a little roomier, he’d take Eddie right here, right now. Unfortunately, the last time he gave into his teenage-level desires, they ended up in the ER. He’s not living through that embarrassing nightmare ever again. 

“You better hope you didn’t tire that mouth of yours out with your little show,” Steve says, finally easing his foot back onto the gas. The car lurches forward and Eddie clings to Steve’s clothed dick to stay upright. Tease. “Because I have big plans for it when we get home.” 

Steve’s pretty sure he could cum in his pants from the sound Eddie makes alone. Thankfully he holds it together long enough for them to make it three steps inside their house before he’s shoving Eddie down onto his knees and freeing himself from the constraints of his jeans. 

“I thought naughty boys don’t get what they want for Christmas,” Eddie teases as he reaches a hand out, index finger gently teasing the length of Steve. Hs other hand continues to shimmy his tight jeans down his legs. 

“They’re not supposed to,” Steve huffs, fidgeting under Eddie’s teasing hands. 

Eddie tuts and glances up at Steve through his eyelashes. If Steve thought he was beautiful in the car, he’s fucking ethereal right now. Happily on his knees, practically drooling for Steve’s cock. If only Steve had a camera right now. 

“Guess I must be the luckiest naughty boy then.” Eddie trails off, leaning forward until his lips barely brush the tip of Steve’s hard cock. 

It’s the slightest bit of pressure but it’s enough to send Steve into hysterics, hands shooting out to grip the shelf behind him to stay on his feet. When he glances down at Eddie, he finds him looking up at him with a beautiful wet smirk. 

“‘Cause I’m about to get my favorite package delivered early.” 

Eddie’s warm mouth is on him an instant, taking him all without missing a beat. As the world drifts away and Steve gives in to the immense pleasure coiling in his gut, he can’t help but think maybe they should incorporate candy canes into their prep more often. 

[steddiemas]

FAQ

What is this?

"Steddiemas" is a winter/holiday-themed fanworks challenge that will feature a set of prompts each week that fit the week's theme to get everyone into the winter/holiday spirit. Prompts range from winter activities, holiday (Christmas, Hanukkah) activities, and more general topics.

What are the prompt themes?

The themes can be found here.

When does the event begin?

Posting will begin on December 1st and conclude on January 1st.

When will prompts be posted?

Prompts will be released in weekly batches starting in November to give everyone time to work on their creative works! The first prompt batch will be released on November 1st.

Who can participate?

This year, this event will be 18+.

What can I create?

Anything goes! Fanfiction, artwork, gifs, mood boards, playlists, reader inserts, physical pieces of art. Get creative and go wild!

Is NSFW allowed?

Yes, so long as all characters involved are over 18 and you (the creator) are also over 18. Please tag NSFW pieces with #steddiemasnaughtylist, put any explicit content under a read more, and clearly state that it is an explicit piece somewhere in the post. Given Tumblr's community guidelines, you can also link out to NSFW content.

How do I make sure you see my work?

Make sure to @steddiemas somewhere in your post and use #steddiemas2024 in the tags. For NSFW content, also include #steddiemasnaughtylist.

Will there be a have an AO3 Collection?

Yes, it can be found here. The collection name is Steddiemas 2024 (steddiemas2024). To add your work to the collection, type the collection name in the "Post to Collections/Challenges" section on ao3 when posting your fic.

Do I have to participate every day?

Absolutely not, though you're more than welcome to! You can pick and choose which prompts inspire you and can even combine a few! This is a low-stakes, no-pressure challenge, so participate as much or as little as you want!

Can I include other characters/ships/etc.?

Yes! The more the merrier! However, since this is a "steddie" challenge, they should be featured somehow. How you choose to incorporate them is up to you!

Are late works accepted?

Absolutely! No need to stress about deadlines, here!

Can I combine prompts with other events?

Absolutely! As long as the other event moderator is cool with it so am I!

What are challenge weekends?

This is a new feature for this year. Every Friday at 9pm PT in December, I will post a sentence starter/piece of dialogue along with a word count. Those participating will have until Sunday at 11:59pm PT to get it posted. Prompts for the challenge weekends will not be posted in advance.

Is there a special tag for challenge weekends?

Yes and no. Please tag challenge weekends with the general #steddiemas2024 as well as #steddiemaschallenge

For any other questions, don't hesitate to ask!

[steddiemas]

Happy Steddiemas! December 3rd's prompt is:

Smut Sundays: Needing To Be Quiet

Are they in public? Maybe they're staying with friends/family for the holiday season? Maybe they just want to be in control? Anything goes. Maybe it's not smutty at all, and they're just studying in a library -- anything goes!

Note: Please be 18+ for all NSFW contributions.

Make sure you mention @steddiemas and use the tag #steddiemas and #steddiemasnaughtylist (for nsfw posts) so no one misses out on your amazing creations!