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i'm a freak that is searching for redemption

for @subeddieweek day seven with the prompts subdrop and daddy kink and praise kink

rated e | 2,239 words | please check ao3 for tags

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Steve dropped Eddie off at the trailer, only coming inside to make sure he got into a warm shower and had a snack.

“I’ll be back first thing in the morning to bring you to school, okay?” Steve kissed his forehead as he gently guided him into the steamy shower. “I’ll leave a note for Wayne so he knows your van broke down.”

Eddie could only nod, still a bit out of it from their fun in the car.

He still felt unmoored, even with music playing softly in his room and a candle lit that smelled like the cologne Steve wore.

He didn’t remember falling asleep, but when he woke up still wrapped in his towel, pillow soaked from his hair being wet, all he could think was how much he wished he hadn’t woken up yet.

Wayne used to call him his Melancholy Mule when he first came to live with him and spent mornings pouting in bed. He had no good reason, other than most of the shit that life had handed him, and Wayne was just trying to make light of a shitty situation. But he couldn’t help but wonder if he was having one of those days again.

He hadn’t in a while, not since Steve, maybe not since he’d failed high school the first time.

But his body felt heavy, his eyes drooping closed despite the nagging feeling that he needed to get up and get ready. His thoughts were all over the place, but nothing was connecting.

Steve.

He needed Steve.

A shiver went down his spine as he realized he was still alone.

Steve hadn’t come back for him. He’d left him here.

“Ed?” Wayne knocked on his bedroom door, opening it a crack and letting in some light from the hallway. “Steve’s here. You want me to let him in?”

Steve’s here? He didn’t leave?

“Steve?” Eddie’s voice was rough, rougher than it usually was in the morning.

There was a voice behind Wayne, and then the door opened more. Eddie’s eyes squeezed shut at the light entering his dark room, his body curling into itself.

“Eds? You okay?” Steve’s voice was right next to him, and when Eddie managed to open his eyes, he was kneeling next to Eddie’s bed. His hand covered Eddie’s cheek, thumb rubbing soothing patterns under his eye.

Eddie let out a small whimper and closed his eyes again.

He couldn’t understand what was wrong, had no idea why he didn’t even cheer up at the sight of Steve, but he knew he couldn’t possibly get out of this bed right now.

“Shit. Sweet boy, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have left you last night, not until you fell asleep at least. Did you sleep last night?” Steve was suddenly pushing him over on his bed, sliding into the spot Eddie had previously taken and wrapping him up in his arms.

Steve was warm.

His hands felt big against Eddie’s back, strong, like they could pull him from whatever depth he was drowning in right now.

“Eddie, baby, look at me.” Steve’s voice sounded worried. Eddie didn’t want that. He managed to open both of his eyes and look up at Steve. “That’s it. Love when you’re so good for me. Did you sleep last night?”

“Mhm. Can I sleep now?” Eddie was so tired. His whole body felt like it was being dragged through the mattress, right through the floor. His chest was heavy, almost like the last time he had a chest cold, but without the coughing.

“Can you tell me what you’re feeling first? Just so I can make sure I know how to help.”

Steve still sounded worried and Eddie didn’t want him to. He was fine, just tired. And maybe a little bit sad. He didn’t know why he was sad, but it would pass.

“Just wanna sleep. Can I skip school?” Eddie mumbled against Steve’s chest, listening to his heart beat as it lulled him into a comforting silence.

“Sure, baby. Wayne’s gonna go look at your van.”

“Mmkay.”

A voice in the back of Eddie’s head was telling him to try to stay awake and talk to Steve more, but he couldn’t quite keep his eyes open or form any more words.

***

“Thanks, Wayne.”

Steve’s soft voice filtered through Eddie’s dreams, causing his eyes to flutter until he was blinking open to sunlight coming in through his window. He always kept his curtains closed so someone must’ve opened them.

He was mad at that someone.

He groaned and turned his head further into Steve’s chest, his fingers curling into his shirt.

He smelled so good all the time. How did he always smell like he just got out of the shower?

“Hey, sweet boy. Feeling a little better after your nap?” Steve asked, one hand playing with his curls while the other played with the hem of his shirt.

“Yeah. Sorry I was out of it earlier. Must not have slept good,” Eddie started to pull away, but Steve’s arm tightened, pulling him close against him again.

“My fault,” Steve muttered under his breath. “Have you ever dropped like that before?”

“Dropped?” Eddie asked, finally pulling away to look up at Steve.

“I think you dropped after last night. It was my fault. I knew you were still a little floaty when I put you in the shower and then I left without checking in again. I’m so sorry, baby. You were so overwhelmed with everything that happened with the van and then what we did in the car, I should’ve stayed or taken you to my place,” Steve was running his hands up his sides. “You didn’t do anything wrong, okay?”

Oh.

That’s what that feeling was.

He’d thought Steve left because he hadn’t done good. He hadn’t even realized until now that’s what the disappointment was in the shower and when he crawled into bed and when he woke up this morning.

“I didn’t?”

“No, sweet boy. You were perfect for me, you’re always perfect for me. Letting me have you whenever and wherever I want? God, you’re so amazing.” Steve kissed his forehead. “Do you need anything from me? Anything.”

“I…don’t know,” Eddie was feeling quite a bit better, still a little bit off, but nothing he couldn’t handle. Steve was clearly beating himself up over what happened, and his words were melting what was left of the ice in Eddie’s stomach. “Can you hold me for a while?”

“Of course, baby. All day if you want. Wayne took the van to the shop and they’re gonna take care of it. He’s gone to grab dinner and go to work.”

“What time is it?” Eddie couldn’t have possibly been out all day.

“Nearly five. You were tired, love.”

“But-”

“It’s okay,” Steve hushed him with a kiss to his lips. “You’re good.”

“Does Wayne…know?”

“He just thinks you’re having a bad day. Didn’t think you’d want me to tell him the details of our sex life,” Steve smirked. “I didn’t really want him to kill me either.”

“He knows you take care of me.”

“I didn’t last night.”

That tone was not one that Eddie wanted. That tone was beyond apologetic, bordering on self-hatred.

“You did. You made sure I took a shower. You had music playing so I wouldn’t feel so alone. A candle that smelled like you. You did what you thought was gonna work. It probably would have any other time.” Eddie kissed his chest, then his jaw. “You were good to me. You’re always good to me.”

Steve smiled at him before he kissed his lips, soft, but lingering.

“How long are you staying?” Eddie asked him.

“As long as you want me.”

“So…forever?” Eddie poked his cheek.

“Forever sounds good to me. You wanna get up and have something to eat?”

“Yeah.”

Steve helped him up and gave him a piggyback ride to the kitchen, smiling as Eddie giggled against his neck. He set him on the counter and started cooking some spaghetti, wanting something quick and easy, but still filling to make up for all of the meals Eddie had missed today.

He did everything but feed him by hand, which…hm, maybe they could do that sometime. Eddie liked when Steve got in the mood to take care of him like this, so it was worth a shot.

“Good?” Steve asked after they both had a bowl and a half.

“Good. Thanks for taking care of me,” Eddie nuzzled his neck, noticing that they hadn’t stopped touching the entire time.

“You know I love to,” Steve kissed his temple. “Bed?”

“Depends.”

“On if we’re gonna be naked.”

Steve snorted. “You sure you feel up for that?”

“I am dying to have you inside me again.” Eddie half-joked before looking at Steve seriously. “I feel empty without you inside me.”

“Eds, baby,” Steve leaned in to kiss him, hard and fast. “I would live inside you if I could.”

“You can live there part time. Like, right now. I won’t even charge rent or anything.”

They both laughed as Steve lifted him up in his arms and carried him towards his bedroom, smiling up at him and barely paying attention to where he was going. He knew the way like the back of his hand anyway.

It was more rushed than usual, but they weren’t playing right now. At least not yet.

Eddie could tell Steve needed this, needed to just have Eddie against him, touch him until he was writhing with pleasure. Eddie needed it too.

Having Steve kissing his tattoos, his moles on his chest, the scar on his thigh from when he cut himself trying to make his own sword as a kid, was like finally feeling sunshine after a rainstorm. He could feel himself shivering, but it wasn’t from the cold.

“You okay, baby?” Steve whispered against his skin, breath making goosebumps appear against him.

“So good, daddy.”

Steve paused, pulling away from him.

Eddie whined.

“Eddie, baby, look at me.” Steve’s tone was different now, not nearly as soft or calm. Eddie looked at him, of course. Whatever it was had to be serious. “Love, do you know what you just said?”

He wasn’t floating or anything, hadn’t really gone numb or thoughtless like he did when they played. They were just making out, getting a bit heated, but nothing like they had the night before.

“Um, no? I guess I wasn’t paying attention.”

“You called me daddy.”

Eddie sat up.

“I didn’t mean to. I-”

“Eds, baby, breathe.” Steve’s hands were solid against his shoulders, holding him down, keeping him tethered to their bubble of safety. “You’re okay. We’re okay.”

“But it’s weird, right? It’s different than what we do. And we didn’t ever talk about that and you shouldn’t have to-”

Steve’s lips against his shut him up quickly, but his mind still raced with apologies and excuses, things he could say to make sure Steve wouldn’t run from him.

“Sweet boy, nothing we do and nothing you could ever say is going to be weird to me. It just startled me a little.” Steve kissed the tip of his nose while his hands rubbed gentle circles into his upper arms. “You never mentioned that’s something you were into before.”

“I didn’t think it was something I was into,” Eddie admitted, cheeks red. “I’ve never been into it before.”

“Not even in porn?”

Eddie shook his head. “I didn’t really get it.”

“Do you wanna talk about why you said it?” Steve was always so careful and kind, patient when Eddie felt ready to explode.

“I just felt cared for.”

“More than usual?”

“I guess,” Eddie shrugged. “I wasn’t even floating or anything. I just knew you’d make sure I was okay and that you’ve been making sure I was okay all day.”

“Yeah. I’ll always take care of you, baby, you know that.” Steve pecked his lips. “Do you think you wanna call me that sometimes?”

Eddie didn’t really know. He certainly hadn’t put any thought into it before now, and he didn’t think Steve had either. And with how he was still coming off of his drop, and how stressed Steve had been this morning, maybe now wasn’t the time to dissect it.

“Maybe.” Eddie leaned his head forward, resting it against Steve’s broad chest. Steve’s arms wrapped around him, centering him. “Think I need to sleep on it.”

“Mkay, baby. Whenever you’re ready,” Steve kissed the top of his head. “You wanna keep going or just cuddle?”

Eddie knew it would feel good to keep going, but he could feel the exhaustion deep in his bones and muscles, and he knew that Steve was probably just as tired. Anything they did now would be born out of necessity, not because they wanted to work each other over.

“Cuddle.”

“You’re so good for me, baby.”

He let the words wash over him as Steve pulled him against his chest. They settled together, Steve’s fingers tracing patterns along Eddie’s back and sides until all he could focus on was being surrounded by Steve’s love.

“Love you so much, sweet boy,” Steve whispered as Eddie slowly drifted to sleep.

The next time he woke up, he’d smile and curl further into Steve’s side and he’d start his day feeling good.

He’d always feel good with Steve by his side.

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thisapplepielife · 7 days

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Written for @subeddieweek, day seven.

Where Would I Go?

Prompt: Praise Kink/Subdrop | Word Count: 1528 | Rating: E | CW: Handcuffs, Biting | Tags: Established Relationship, Sub Eddie Munson, Sensory Deprivation, Softness, Praise Kink, Subspace, Subdrop, Aftercare, Boys in Love

Eddie is being good. So good. Hands on his own thighs, not touching, even if that's all he wants to do.

Steve is stripping his own cock, fisting it right in front of Eddie, and Eddie can only watch.

Because he wants to be good.

"Close your eyes," Steve asks, and Eddie whines, but complies, closing his eyes.

Now, he can only hear the sounds of Steve's slick hand moving. And Steve is more than aware of what he's doing, because he's added a little heavier breathing into the mix. Some soft moans, and Eddie's dick is straining, needing, wanting, listening to this perfect soundtrack.

"You gonna be a good boy if I let you look?" Steve asks.

Eddie moans and nods at the mere idea of it, "Yes."

"Really, you can be good?"

"So good," Eddie promises, eyes still shut.

"I'm not convinced," Steve says, and Eddie whimpers. "Convince me."

Eddie straightens up on his knees, like he's paying better attention. Keeps his eyes closed, as instructed, and then opens his mouth, an offer.

"Not convincing enough," Steve says, "be good for me."

Eddie isn't sure how to do that, "How?"

"I thought you'd never ask," Steve says, and puts his hands under Eddie's armpits, helping him stand. Eddie shuffles along, blind, until he bumps up against the bed.

Steve grabs his hips, and helps Eddie climb up onto it, and settles him back against the headboard.

"Hand," Steve says, and Eddie immediately gives him his left hand.

Steve pulls it to the side, and Eddie feels the hard metal, as he ratchets down the cuff and hears the light clinking of metal on metal as he attaches the other end of the handcuffs to the metal bars of the headboard.

"Two?" Steve asks, and Eddie wants to be good, so he offers up his other hand, and Steve does the same on the other side, stringing him up.

"Look at you," Steve says.

Eddie doesn't look, but he'd loved to. Wants to see what he looks like.

Steve's mouth is ghosting against Eddie's ear, "So pretty. Such a good, pretty boy."

And Eddie's head buzzes at the words as they stick to his ribs, his brain, his heart, helping him float away. Laying all his trust in Steve. He doesn't need to see. Doesn't need to grasp.

He just needs to ride the wave Steve's offered him.

Eddie hangs his head back, baring his throat and Steve takes him up on the offer, biting down, and Eddie moans, low in his throat.

"Thank you," Eddie says, and Steve kisses along his jaw.

Then Steve slips the headphones over his ears. They are big, bulky, and the cord is dangling, but they do block out a lot of the noise. All he can hear is the buzzing in his own head.

And then Steve's hands are all over his body, touching soft, touching hard, squeezing, licking, biting, sucking.

He's gonna have hickeys all over his thighs, but he can barely feel it. He's too far gone, the pain too far away, off in the distance. An abstract now, only the whisper of it trying to reach his brain, but it can't.

He's closed off from the world. All he knows, all he feels, is Steve.

And he lets himself float.

"You with me?" Steve asks, cupping Eddie's cheek, and Eddie lulls his head into Steve's hand.

"Eddie, open your eyes and look at me," Steve says, and Eddie does. It's dark in the room, but he still squints because it feels too bright. Too everything, because Eddie's pupils have blown-wide, and he feels like he's still adrift. Lost at sea.

"Are you okay?" Steve asks.

"Yeah," Eddie slurs, and his tongue is too big for his mouth. Like he can't form the words anymore.

"You're a good boy, so good. Relaxing for me, then letting me in," Steve says, because Eddie always responds well to chatter. He likes it.

Usually, though, he gives some back. But he can't seem to find the words.

Not tonight, tonight he's just drifting far from the shore. But he feels happy, blissed out, and Steve keeps petting him. Soft and gentle.

"Eddie? Honey?" Steve says, and Eddie looks at him. Steve cups his cheeks with both hands, "Hi. You back with me?"

"Where would I go?" Eddie asks, and Steve smiles, leaning down to nuzzle his cheek.

"I think you've dropped," Steve answers. "Drink this."

Eddie does, taking a long pull of the orange juice in the glass. It's the best thing he's ever tasted.

Dropped? Like subdrop? Eddie's never even been in subspace before, so that seems highly unlikely. He feels subby, wants to submit, does, but he's never experienced that.

"Yeah, honey, are you okay?" Steve asks, and Eddie mentally runs over his body, checking in to find out.

Eddie feels tired, exhausted really, that floaty feeling of disappearing he'd felt has drained him, but he smiles, "Yeah."

"Everything okay? Too much? Too far?" Steve asks.

"What'dya mean?" Eddie drawls, lolling his head to look at Steve. "I'm cold."

"Let me warm you up," Steve says, and he nudges Eddie forward so he can slide behind his back. He's uncuffed. He hadn't even realized. Handcuffs gone, earphones gone, eyes open. It's just him. And Steve.

And Steve's grabbing the comforter and pulling it up to Eddie's chin, wrapping his arm around him, tight.

"Better?" Steve asks, and Eddie relaxes against Steve's solid body. So much better.

"Do you want to sleep? You want me to hold you?" Steve asks, and Eddie can't make any decisions right now.

It's too hard, and he feels overwhelmed by being asked all these questions. He must not have done it right if Steve is so unsure, if Steve needs to ask him all these things. He didn't do good. He wasn't a good boy.

"Eddie," Steve says, slightly firmer, "take a breath."

And Eddie realizes he's breathing fast, his chest rising and falling, rapidly.

He turns his head so he can rest his forehead against Steve's neck, pressing in close.

"You did so good, you were perfect," Steve says, and Eddie tries to take those words. Keep them.

It's hard. He feels on edge, low, in a way he's never felt before.

"Can I sleep?" Eddie asks.

"Yes, sleep. I'll be right here," Steve says, tightening his arms around Eddie's middle, holding him close, safe and secure.

And Eddie gives in to the exhaustion.

Eddie blinks awake, warm and loved.

"Hi," Steve says, soft and quiet in his ear, and Eddie smiles at the sound.

"Hi," he answers back.

"Feeling better?" Steve asks, not letting him go.

"Definitely," Eddie says, laying the back of his head against Steve's shoulder.

Steve's stroking his chest, his stomach, and it feels nice.

And then his stomach growls, and they both laugh.

"Let's get you something to eat," Steve says, patting him, and Eddie agrees, crawling out of bed. "Take a shower, and I'll get something made for you."

Eddie nods, taking Steve up on the offer.

Eddie stands under the spray, and he feels off. Not bad, but off. Different. He shakes the water out of his hair like a dog, and laughs. Entertaining himself. He thinks he did drop, which, unexpected. He doesn't feel bad now, though, just a little tired, still. Like he could sleep several more hours. Might, after he eats.

He just doesn't remember much about what happened. He was there, and now he's here. That part, he's not sure he loves. He wants to be present, wants to feel everything that Steve does.

Looking down, and there's the start of bruises forming on his thighs, his chest. Hickeys, and bite marks. Eddie runs his fingers over the deepest indention, feeling the impression of each of Steve's teeth, branding his skin.

And Eddie barely remembers getting them, and that makes him feel a little sad again. But, overall, he's good.

When Eddie come out in his robe, Steve's standing at the stove, stirring something in a skillet that smells fucking awesome, and Eddie watches from the kitchen bar, sipping on a glass of water. Rehydrating, as Steve demanded with a grin.

Then, Steve's walking over with the skillet in hand, and Eddie leans back from the empty plate sitting in front of him, letting Steve scrape a heaping pile of food onto his plate.

"Thank you," Eddie says, and picks up his fork, digging in. It's some sort of taco casserole, he thinks, and it's really good for something Steve's thrown together in the middle of the night.

Steve puts some on his own plate, and then comes around the counter to sit next to him.

Picking up his own fork, and working his hand under Eddie's robe to find bare skin, resting his free hand on Eddie's thigh. It's nothing, but somehow everything, and Eddie loves him. Everything about him, and he can't stop the affection from exploding in his chest.

Eddie covers Steve's hand with his own, and looks over at him and smiles.

Steve smiles back, and then winks.

And Eddie laughs, deep from his chest, feeling light. Loved.

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thisapplepielife · 8 days

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Written for @subeddieweek, day six.

No Slack

Prompt: Bondage/Public Sex | Word Count: 1904 | Rating: E | CW: Gagging, Light Choking, Unprotected Sex | Tags: Established Relationship, Post S4, Eddie Munson Lives, Belt Fetish Play, Blowjob, Semi-Public Sex, Bondage, Sub Top Eddie, Dom Bottom Steve, Boys in Love

The party is still raging beneath them, the music too loud, with the dull roar of everyone talking, yelling, over it. Doors slamming up and down the hallway. Feet pounding on the stairs. Noise, and people just on the other side of the closed door that Steve leans against, but hasn't locked.

Eddie eyes the lock, the door knob, until his eyes are drawn elsewhere.

Steve is sliding his belt out of his jeans, slowly. So fucking slowly, inch by inch, and Eddie is on his knees, totally naked, waiting. Watching, intently.

Steve's belt is finally hanging loose in his fist, a promise, and Eddie's eyes are glued to Steve's big hands as he pulls the leather strap through his fingers.

Eddie squirms.

Steve's still playing with his belt, and Eddie is stuck eye level with his cock. Straining against the tight denim. Prominent bulge on display.

Eddie wants.

His mouth waters at the promise hidden in plain sight.

And he knows Steve knows that. Because he slides his palm over the outline of his dick, cupping it through the denim. Eddie's own cock gives a throb in his jeans. But he ignores it, and just watches Steve fondle his own cock. Teasing Eddie as he makes the outline of it even more prominent. Rubbing back and forth, using his thumb and forefinger to stroke himself into full hardness right there in his tight fucking Levi's. Eddie could watch this all day, and he stays still, doing just that.

Steve finally reaches for the button, and then the zipper, tugging it down slowly. He shimmies his ass out of his jeans, his dick finally free, on display, framed by the open fly of his jeans, and it's the hottest thing Eddie's ever seen.

Eddie is naked, Steve isn't, and Eddie whimpers.

Steve guides his dick into Eddie's mouth, just the tip, and then squeezes the messy bun on hair on the top of Eddie's head, telling him firmly, "Stay."

Eddie stays.

Then Steve's looping the open belt around the back of Eddie's neck, holding both sides of the strap, the leather just resting against Eddie's bare skin on the back of his neck. It's warm, where it's been around Steve's waist, in his hands.

But it still makes Eddie shiver, the sensation of it. The promise of what's to come.

And then Steve pulls on both sides of the leather, leaving no slack, and Eddie slides all the way down his dick, his nose bumping against Steve's pubic hair. He breathes in through his nose, and closes his eyes.

It took practice, and time. Lots of time to take Steve this deep. He's big, but Eddie was goddamn determined. And now he's being rewarded with this new experience, the belt, for the first time.

"Swallow," Steve says, and Eddie does. Closing his throat around Steve's cock, squeezing.

Then, Steve releases the tension on the belt, and Eddie slides off his dick. Looking up at him as he does, never dropping eye contact, though. Still looking at Steve, even with watery eyes.

"One, two, three," Steve counts, and Eddie puts his mouth back into place. Lips closing over the tip of his cock, tasting him again, savoring it. Willing to take anything, everything, Steve will give him.

Steve pulls on the belt just enough on the back of Eddie's neck so Eddie is gliding his tongue along Steve's cock on the way down. And Steve guides him back into position. Gently at first. Slowly, then he tightens it back down.

Burying himself in Eddie's throat again. Holding Eddie there.

"Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten," and he releases the tension, again, letting Eddie pull back.

And Eddie waits.

"You ready for more?" Steve asks, taking the end of the belt in his fingers, the side without the buckle, lightly slapping Eddie across the chest with it, catching his nipple.

Eddie whines, and his dick somehow gets even harder between his naked thighs.

Steve looks down, "I'm taking that as a yes."

It's a yes. It's always a yes.

Then Steve uses the belt to pull Eddie back down his cock, and since Steve won't loop it all the way around his neck, so he doesn't have the ability to force Eddie off his dick, no counterpressure. Eddie'll have to provide that himself, and he does. Pulls back against the leather, straining, like he's fighting it, so Steve can pull him up and down, again and again, as Eddie opens up and enjoys it.

Steve stills to a stop, settling back into Eddie's mouth, throat. Belt held down tight, keeping Eddie there.

Eddie holds him, until he feels the urge to gag. It doesn't happen often these days, but it does happen. It makes him fucking mad.

But he taps Steve on the thigh, and he's instantly released.

He slides back off his dick and coughs, and yeah, fucking embarrassingly, gags. Goddamn gag reflex betraying him.

Steve strokes his hair, "We done?"

Eddie shakes his head. No. He's not done. He'll never be done.

"What do you need?" Steve asks, cupping Eddie's cheek, the belt still in his hand, rubbing it against Eddie's face. Eddie closes his eyes and leans into the sensation.

"No more deepthroating?" Eddie finally asks, voice ruined, looking up at Steve. Steve nods, sliding the belt back around his neck, but letting Eddie be in control of when they start again.

When he's ready, Eddie opens his mouth, sliding back down, and then Steve uses the belt to fuck his mouth. Pulling. Releasing. But never going as deep, as hard.

"That's good, baby," Steve says.

And the compliment flushes Eddie, making him want more. He wants to make Steve happy, wants to make Steve feel good.

He wants Steve to use him, and he closes his eyes and lets the static in his brain take over, washing over him. Trusting Steve to take care of him, to give him this.

And he does.

Eddie isn't sure how long he's been on his knees, how long Steve's cock has been sliding in and out of his mouth, but when Steve's hand cups his cheek, it startles him.

"I'm gonna come now," Steve says, and it's not posed as a question, even if Eddie knows that it is. So, Eddie nods, consenting, and Steve pulls on the belt, once, twice more, then tightens it down, not as hard as he did at first, but enough to come and throb in Eddie's mouth, Eddie swallowing.

Steve groans, and he sounds so pretty, the noises he's making mixing with the music from below.

Then the belt falls loose, and Eddie slowly pulls back off of Steve's softening dick. Letting it slip from his lips, falling back against Steve's skin, damp, and spent. It's gorgeous, and Eddie leans forward and licks the stray drop of come that's still sliding from the slit.

"So good," Steve says, and only then does he reach over and flip the lock, a hard turn, sliding it securely into place. He drops the belt with a thud, and offers both of his hands to Eddie, and Eddie takes them, standing on wobbly legs. His legs are tingly, about to fall asleep, but it feels amazing. So good all over.

Steve guides him back to the bed, Steve's bed, and helps sprawl him out on top of the sheets as Steve undresses. Then he's crawling on top of Eddie's thighs, letting his big hands roam all over Eddie's body, before framing Eddie's straining cock, thumbs rubbing against his balls.

"I'd like to fuck you," Steve says, "would you like that?"

Eddie nods, and Steve smiles, reaching behind himself, groaning as he loosens and removes the plug keeping him ready. Eddie watches his face as it slides out, and it's such a goddamn turn-on.

Everything about Steve is, though.

Steve finds the lube in the bedside drawer, and slicks up Eddie's dick. It's already beyond hard and straining, and Eddie breathes in as Steve lowers himself onto Eddie's aching cock.

It feels so good.

Steve grinds, and then starts riding him in full force. Aiming for his own prostate, and Eddie doesn't know how he could stand it after just coming. But he does, and is moaning with every stroke.

Eddie wants to come. Needs to. But he'll let Steve get everything he needs from him first.

Eddie runs his hands up Steve's hairy thighs, up his chest, and thumbs over his nipples. Steve looks down and meets his eyes, grinning. He's half hard, and Eddie runs his finger down Steve's hairy chest, damp with sweat, then over the head of his cock, and between that and Steve aiming for his own prostate over and over, he finally gets what he wants, a prostate orgasm as he clenches down on Eddie, nearly screaming.

And Eddie holds on.

Even as Steve is pulsing around him, squeezing.

Even as he's making the most delicious fucking noises known to man.

Eddie waits.

"Come in me," Steve finally says and Eddie does. Grabbing Steve's hips, and pushing all the way into him, filling him, coming with a long, happy groan.

He's panting, dick still half-hard, still pushing into Steve, long after he's finished. Squeezing every last drop of pleasure out, for the both of them.

Steve laughs, "Goddamn."

And Eddie smiles, happy, as Steve finally slides off his lap, off his cock, sprawling onto his back on the bed. Patting his own chest, and Eddie takes the order, curling up against him, resting his head on Steve's chest, right over his heart. Letting the familiar thrum lull him to sleep.

"Was that okay?" Steve asks, later, as he's climbing into the shower with Eddie, and wrapping him up in his arms. Kissing the back of Eddie's neck, where it's slightly red and sore from the friction of the belt tugging on his skin.

"Perfect. Just what I imagined," Eddie reassures him. This was his idea. Not only to do it while the party was going on downstairs, but the belt, too. And it took a little bit to get Steve to agree to the idea. Worried he'd hurt him, worried to wrap anything around Eddie's neck.

Which Eddie understands.

He brushes his thumb against the nearly invisible scar around Steve's neck, where the bats pulled on him, choking him.

And then Eddie leans forward, kissing a line around Steve's neck, as Steve holds him close.

Eddie had to convince Steve that using the belt wasn't about choking, and wasn't meant to be. Just a little bondage. Being held down. Just pulling on him from behind. No chance of actually cutting off his air.

And once they talked over the mechanics, made their negotiations, they arrived at a way that worked for both of them.

Steve takes a step back from Eddie, grasping both of Eddie's wrists in his big hand. And he can't close around both of them, not quite, but he can get his point across, as he holds them to Eddie's chest as he slides down to his knees at Eddie's feet.

The warm water sliding over Eddie's skin, then down onto Steve.

And Steve holds Eddie's hands, lightly restraining him, as he nuzzles against Eddie's soft cock. Then rests his cheek on Eddie's thigh.

"You make me so happy," Steve finally says.

Eddie smiles down at him.

"Not as happy as you make me."

If you want to write your own, or see more entries for this challenge, pop on over to @subeddieweek and follow along with the fun! 🖤

Here's everything else of mine for the week:

Day One Day Two Day Three Day Four Day Five Day Seven

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reporter @ an accomplished rockstar!eddie’s boyfriend, steve harrington, a middle-school teacher in a dorky sweater vest: how does it feel dating somebody who’s waaay out of your league?

eddie, pushing himself in front of the camera: amazing, i never thought i’d be this happy

inspired by @singswan-springswan’s meme

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List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals and followers.

Ahhhhh!!!!

Okay actually so many things make me happy. I’m gonna say the five things that have made me happy this week:

1. Tuesday's Gone With the Wind by @thisapplepielife. I had the tab open for 8 months. I'm not kidding that's how long I kept going past this one and reading shorter things. And then @wormdebut and @wynnyfryd were like "FUCKING READ IT!!!!" and I do listen to them and trust them unless. Anyways, this is my favorite fic of all fucking time now. Like, of any ship and fandom I have ever read. I cannot be more serious than I am right now.

2. Tissues with lotion. Do you know how many boxes of tissues I have used in the last two weeks? Do you know when a person can possibly run out of snot? Please let me know if you know the answer to the second one. Until then, I am continuously happy for tissues with lotion so my nose doesn't get rubbed right off.

3. The rink bartender. She's been having a rough time lately, but she is always so lovely. I've been fighting pneumonia for...too long now...and because I'm on a lot of meds, I've been skipping my mixed drinks, but she's still made me some VERY yummy mocktails and only rings them up as regular sodas because not all heroes wear capes.

4. Writing for @corrodedcoffinfest! I finished all the warm up rounds and got started on the real challenge drabbles. You guys are gonna be so sick of seeing me write about Gareth by the end of it, but I am thriving.

5. Getting to go to the farm soon! I am not an outdoors person here because it's miserable. But I do love the peace of being able to go to the farm with just me and Liam and pretend we are actually existing in our own world for a bit. Plus, it helps me write to have complete silence for a bit.

Thank you!!!

#thank you thank you thank you #I am frothing at the bit for more Gareth #we'll never be sick of it #yes #I'm speaking for everyone #THRIVE THRIVE THRIVE #🤣🤣🤣#Feed us!!

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I think I just figured out how I got from Point A to Point B.

DAWSON'S CREEK (1998-2003) Season 3, Episode 3 - None of the Above

#dawson's creek #first fandom #stranger things #current fandom #pacey witter #steve harrington #characters i would do anything for #for $100 Alex

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Written for @subeddieweek, day five.

Today Is Not Tomorrow

Prompt: Omegaverse/Posessive | Word Count: 2043 | Rating: E | CW: Role Playing Hints of DubCon | Tags: Long-Term Relationship, Older Steddie, Role Playing in Public, Omegaverse, Heat, Teasing, Alpha Steve, Omega Eddie, A Look at Aging, Light Hurt/Comfort, Lasting Love

Eddie sits on the barstool, and he's not wearing blockers of any kind tonight. An act of defiance. He's throwing his scent all over the place, right as he's rushing headlong into his heat, and he knows it's sweet as fuck. Cloying. He knows how he smells, even if it's hard to smell something you're around everyday. He's nearly noseblind to it after all these years, but he's not totally unaware of his own scent.

And neither are the alphas in the bar, apparently, because they're circling like sharks smelling fresh blood in the water. No, that's just a little bit of slick and pheromones. Everybody's got 'em, what's the big fucking deal? Honestly.

Tonight, here in this bar, he's been touched, brushed against, and groped half a dozen times already. Is he asking for it, being here as his heat is ramping up? Maybe. But he still says no to each of them. And some take no for an answer. Some others growl at him, at each other.

Eddie is tired of this. He's just trying to have a beer, but he's surrounded by alpha bullshit this, alpha bullshit that. He's truly, and well over it by his age. He's not a young omega, hasn't been for a long fucking time, and he's definitely not in need of a savior, never has been. They're all knotheads, and while that sounds great, in theory, he remembers being young. Remembers how it was never what he actually wanted, once he got them between his thighs. Not really. He could never trust them enough to enjoy the act of submission that he's always longed for, so he learned to do without. He'd take care of himself on his own, before he'd drag home some random asshole alpha.

He wants to get held down and fucked, but not by any of these dickheads. He'll wind up bitten and bred, and no fucking thanks.

Not for the first time, he thinks if he were an alpha instead of an omega, he'd never have to put up with this.

He doesn't give a fuck, he can handle himself, he thinks, just a second before he's scruffed by the back of the neck, and he tenses just for a moment, before he goes limp in the alpha's grasp. Submitting, instantly.

Fucking godammit. He kind of hates himself for it. Maybe he can't handle it all on his own.

"You're coming home with me," the alpha commands, and Eddie's whole body melts into the alpha's voice, hand. It shouldn't work on him, it wouldn't, not usually, but it has in this instance. Jesus H. Christ.

Then he's tugged off his barstool, the alpha throwing a handful of bills on the bar, as he leads Eddie off, like he's a pup that needs to be manhandled into submission.

Maybe he's exactly that.

Maybe he wants to be.

Eddie tries to get a whiff of this alpha, to see if he even likes the smell of him, but the bar is full of alphas, and they're all mixed together in an overwhelming stench.

"What makes you think you're so goddamn special?" Eddie asks, and the alpha tightens his grip on Eddie's neck, not allowing him to move, let alone run. Not that it would matter if he did try to flee, he'd be chased, he knows he would, and easily caught, he's certain.

This alpha is bigger, stronger, and adamant. Eddie can't win against any of those things.

The alpha pushes him up against the alleyway wall, face-first, shoving his knee between Eddie's legs. Pressing upwards.

"You soaking wet for me?" he asks, close to Eddie's ear.

"I think you know the answer to that, unless your nose is busted," Eddie answers, laying his head against the filthy bricks. The knee is pressed harder, higher, and Eddie's body betrays him, releasing more slick, getting ready. Sending out a blatant invitation.

His biology, overtaking his brain.

Then the alpha spins him around, and sinks to his knees, burying his face right in Eddie's crotch, sucking in a deep breath.

It's the filthiest thing Eddie's ever experienced, and now he's even wetter than before. Throbbing with need. Want.

"It's not broken," the alpha says, and presses his face right up against him, even harder. Breathing deep and greedy.

"Do I even get a name, if you're gonna shove your nose in my crotch like a bad dog?" Eddie asks, reaching down and running his fingers through thick hair, pulling, just a little.

The alpha looks up, with big, expressive eyes.

"Alpha," he says, and Eddie glowers down at him.

"Yeah, no," Eddie snaps. "Not happening. You're not my alpha. And even if you were, I'm not into that bullshit."

He gets growled at for his trouble, and Eddie growls back. It doesn't have the bark, and definitely none of the bite, and the alpha throws his head back and laughs.

"That's cute," he finally says, and Eddie seethes.

"You're going home with me. And I'm gonna take what you desperately want me to have."

Eddie can't even argue, he's floating away at the idea. His heat finally hitting in full force, making its feelings on the situation known.

The betrayal of his own goddamn body.

He's suddenly flushed, and so fucking hot, burning up, and he needs to be out of these clothes, so he nods, and the alpha smiles, caressing his hips, before rising back up onto his feet.

"Take me home," Eddie says, and the alpha does just that.

Eddie is writhing under the alpha, flushed with desire, rolling along with his heat. Feeling drunk on it. Needing the release. Crazy with want, panting, begging, needing. Needing more. Needing everything.

Relishing the feel of the alpha's big hands pressing his wrists to the bed, holding him down, taking. And Eddie gives. Gives this alpha everything he has. All the control, all the power.

He closes his eyes and just feels. Feels his own body, feels the alpha's cock sliding in and out, feels the knot that's forming, threatening to catch and lock them together, at any minute.

And it does.

The knot catches, and the teeth sink in, biting him hard, and Eddie comes. Clenches down on the knot he's now locked to, and comes all over his own belly at the feeling of the teeth in his neck. When the alpha finally lets go, Eddie puts his hand to his neck, pressing against the wound.

"You just go around biting everyone you meet in a bar?" Eddie snaps, but he smiles.

"Only when they belong to me," Steve says, and Eddie laughs.

"You think I'm your property?" Eddie asks, raising his eyebrow, a question. A challenge.

"Oh no, I'm not that stupid. I'm not new here," Steve says, nuzzling his face against Eddie's neck. Licking at the wound.

And it makes Eddie smile. Because he does belong to Steve. Has, for a very long time. And Steve belongs to him, too. Steve's definitely not new here, so he's definitely not gonna let Steve get by with just saying that. It's just not how things work in their house.

Eddie will submit, wants to, loves to, but he damn well doesn't want that commented upon like it's a goddamn given. It's his choice to make, always has been.

Even as his body makes demands.

And now that his body has finally given in, gotten what it wanted, the foggy feeling has been snatched away. Too fast. Too abrupt. It never used to be this way.

Before, he could ride the wave of his heat for hours, for days, lost. Adrift. Steve taking care of him, such good care, being inside him, day and night. Holding him down, fucking him, loving him, and keeping his omega desires beyond sated.

Because he trusts Steve. His husband. His mate. His alpha.

His body would be filled, and loved, and fucking worshipped. And he could float off into space, indefinitely, while it was happening.

And now his body is betraying him.

These days, after he comes one fucking time, it's like the dial on his heat is turned from eleven down to zero. From blaring heavy metal, to complete radio silence in an instance. No pleasant buzzing in his brain to be found anywhere, only the ringing in his ears, left behind with the sudden absence of it. Like he'd hadn't been lost in his heat, just minutes ago.

It sucks.

It'll start buzzing again later, slowly picking up for round two, probably, hopefully, but the harsh change right now threatens to drag him low.

He misses what once was.

He clutches at Steve's back.

"Watching all those alphas approaching you, thinking they had a chance," Steve says, giving the barest roll of his hips, all he can manage while they're locked together in this way. It probably hurts Steve, but he does it anyway, and Eddie moans at the tugging sensation at his opening.

It brings him back to Steve.

He's so full. So taken care of. So loved.

And has been for years, decades.

"You got jealous?" Eddie asks.

"Always," Steve says, "they don't get to touch you. Scent you. That's mine. You're all mine."

And Steve's cock must agree, because it gives another spurt, filling Eddie even further with come.

"Easy there, hot shot, you're old. You'll dehydrate yourself," Eddie says, and Steve laughs.

But then Eddie tells him, voice serious, "I'm all yours."

And Steve growls, low in his chest, possessive.

"You better not be growling at me, sweetheart," Eddie teases, and Steve rolls it over into a purr, smiling. "That's better."

He'll submit to Steve in bed any day of the week, wants to, and feels fucking amazing when he does. But he's still Eddie, and that will never change. He's an omega, but he's his own goddamn man, out of this bed.

Luckily, Steve seems to love that about him. Has always loved that about him.

Eddie thought he was a bad omega in his youth, and was sure he didn't give a fuck about any of it. Then, along came Steve.

He's not a bad omega, because he's Steve's perfect one. He's been told that enough, to believe it to be true.

Steve's knot eventually goes down, and then he slides out of Eddie. He's immediately down between Eddie's legs, fussing, "You okay?"

Eddie's okay, he's just getting old, and he can't take what he could at twenty or even thirty or forty. He's sure his days of getting heats are coming to an end any day now, as sporadic as they are anymore, and in some respects, he feels like, good fucking riddance.

In others, he'll miss it. Miss what it is, what it might mean, for them as a pair.

Steve's ruts still come like clockwork, and biology isn't fair.

Eddie worries that he might not even get to submit to Steve if there's no heady undercurrent telling him to, guiding him.

He worries he won't be as attractive, as alluring to Steve, once he's no longer throwing down the major pheromones.

"Where'd you go?" Steve asks, taking a break from running his tongue all around Eddie's opening, cleaning him up. Soothing any hurts.

"Worrying that maybe this was the last time," Eddie whispers, and squeezes his eyes shut.

"Honey," Steve says, crawling up Eddie's body, laying on top of him, heavy and protective. Giving him the feeling of security that comes in no other way, can't.

"I'm good," he tells Steve, then smiles into Steve's neck, "You're a good alpha."

And Steve purrs at the praise, at the love, and it rattles against Eddie's chest, soothing him. Making all his worries slip away. Eddie knows that's what Steve gets off on the most. Their love, their bond.

And that's going nowhere. Heat, no heat.

Nothing can change their love, their connection, and Eddie melts into the sheets, and just relaxes under Steve's body.

"Do you want me to stay on top of you?" Steve asks, and Eddie does.

"Please," Eddie answers. Wrapping his arms around Steve's middle, squeezing him tight.

Today is not tomorrow, and it's not yesterday either, and submitting to that fact means he's just gonna stay right here. In the present.

With Steve.

If you want to write your own, or see more entries for this challenge, pop on over to @subeddieweek and follow along with the fun! 🖤

Notes: This was my first foray into writing omegaverse, ever. I enjoyed the new challenge, but it quickly turned into a bit of a character study on aging without my permission, lol. I don't even know if the menopause equivalent has a counterpart in omegaverse lore. Welp, it does here, I guess.

My other fics for this challenge week:

Day One Day Two Day Three Day Four Day Six Day Seven

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