#sub Eddie universe

[dangerpronebuddie]

For the prompts: 73

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73. "What are you going to do? Punish me?"

“What are you going to do? Punish me?” Eddie scoffs. Buck tosses his clipboard on the shelf and steps into Eddie's space, his eyes darkening. He takes another step, forcing Eddie to step back, and back, and back, until he's pressed against the wall of the supply closet. “That's exactly what I'm going to do,” he practically growls. The sound goes straight to Eddie's cock. He really hadn't intended to mouth off like he did, but he's not regretting it now. Don't get him wrong, he loves Buck with his whole heart, clipboard included, but he was being exceptionally particular about how Eddie answered for each item. Almost like he was looking to spark this exact situation. Eddie can't really complain. Buck tangles his fingers in Eddie's hair, hauling him into a searing kiss. Eddie makes a soft noise as Buck tugs his lower lip between his teeth before licking into his mouth. He presses a knee between Eddie's legs, letting him rut against him. It doesn't take long before Eddie's fully hard and aching. He moans as Buck shifts his knee higher, providing delicious friction. Buck pulls away all at once, leaving Eddie cold. He blinks his eyes open and looks up at Buck, panting for breath. “Baby,” he breathes. He palms himself through his slacks, trying to find some relief. Buck smirks sharply and takes Eddie's hands, pinning his wrists above his head. “This is a punishment, sweetheart,” he reminds him. Eddie lets out a quiet whimper in response. He doesn't know what Buck has in store, but he's already regretting his snarky replies. “I'm going to touch you,” Buck assures him, “but you're not going to come. Do you understand me?” He should've known. Eddie nods. Buck raises an eyebrow. “I could leave you just like this if you prefer. Better still, I could leave you with a ruined orgasm.” Eddie gulps. “I understand, sir.” “Good boy,” Buck praises with a satisfied smile. He skillfully undoes Eddie's belt and unzips his slacks, shoving his hand down Eddie's pants and wrapping his fingers around his cock. Eddie's head thumps back against the wall as a thin whine escapes him. Buck spits on his palm to ease the way, twisting his wrist on the downstroke. He knows exactly how to drive Eddie completely out of his mind and he seems determined to do just that. Eddie's torn between praying the alarm rings, and letting Buck punish him. Either way he loses, but he's much more likely to be able to calm down if they had to work. Before long, the telltale tingle sparks at the base of his spine. He should warn Buck, but he's barely coherent enough to keep the endless stream of noises escaping him quiet, let alone form a sentence. The tension builds inside him like a rubber band ready to snap. Just when it feels like he could tumble over the edge, Buck stops. Eddie whimpers and slumps against the wall, pleading to Buck with his eyes. “Are you going to be good now?” Buck asks. “Yes sir,” Eddie replies immediately. “Please can I come?” It's a futile endeavor, but he has to at least try. Buck shakes his head and Eddie whines miserably. “I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he says, not sorry at all. Frustrated tears spring to Eddie's eyes. Buck presses a soft kiss to his lips. “If you're good until we get home, maybe I'll let you come,” Buck says. All Eddie can do is agree and hope he can calm down enough to get through the rest of their shift.

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[steddieunderdogfics]

The Fake Boyfriend by Peachesandpears

Rating: Explicit

11,821 words, 3/3 chapters

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tags: Fake/Pretend Relationship, There Was Only One Bed, Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Eddie Munson Has a Crush on Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington Has a Crush on Eddie Munson, Accidental Love Confessions, Romantic Comedy, Humor, Romance, Blow Jobs, Soft Dom Steve Harrington, If You Squint - Freeform, Inexperienced Eddie Munson, Confident Steve Harrington, Idiots in Love, Mechanic!Eddie Munson, Hurt Eddie Munson, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - No Upside Down (Stranger Things)

Summary:

Eddie should never have agreed to this. He should’ve told Steve no. He should’ve told him to ask Robin, to ask Chrissy, because him saying yes to this is a horrible, stupid, disastrous idea. But Steve had asked him. So of course he’d said yes. Because that is the thing about being best friends with Steve Harrington: he never asks anyone for anything. He’s hardly able to take that which is given to him, Eddie practically having to pull teeth to allow him to fix his brakes, and so when Steve asked him to be part of this insanity? Eddie was a goner. OR: Steve needs one vacation with his parents where his mother isn't trying to set him up with someone, and what better way to get her off his back than pretending to date his best friend? Too bad his best friend has been in love with him for the better part of their seven-year friendship, and neither of them are going to be able to get through this week without their feelings becoming known.

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[straykids-2000]

Get to know me

About me

Hi, I'm sage, I'm 25, and I go by any Pronounce.

I love K-pop,reading,scream,rain,anime,drawing,and descendants

I write for stray kids, enhypen, my babysitter a vampire, Naruto, and more

kinks/fetishes i WILL NOT write about: scat/piss play, noncon, incest/stepcest animal hybrids, feet (i hate feet, i'm sorry i just can't lol), age play

Kinks, I will write for: dom reader, sub character, dirty talk, bondage, blindfold sex, public sex, humiliation, anal, and more

I mainly write for dom reader and sub character cause there's not a lot and I write for male and female

So yeah if there anything you need just ask🙃

[exilynn]

aesthetic quinn and eddie from fanfic echoes nocteris

I love them, I love with all my heart my story, I love writing her, the alternate world, unexpected poetry because their love surpasses all dimensions. And this is so beautiful

[honey-flustered]

Kinktober Day 18: Aphrodisiac + Oral Fixation + Body Hair

Eddie Brock | Venom x Ex!Younger!F!Reader

Summary: Venom uses honey from your purse to whip up some tea for you and Eddie while helping you study. Little did he know, that honey has some…interesting side effects.

Warnings: dub con elements, exes to friends to lovers, accidental aphrodisiac, sub!eddie x horny!reader, consumption, teratophillia, not lore accurate, oral fixation (licking, biting), some scratching, oral through underwear, premature ejaculation, body hair kink, some hair pulling, threeway kiss, venom and reader are in cahoots, french kissing, some dry humping, age gap +18 reader, bimbo!reader, basically whole lot of tongue action

To this day, 7 months later, Venom still curses Eddie for letting you go. Blah, blah…she’s young and going to university…blah blah…new experiences. If long distance is really that hard, why is it that it only took Eddie 3 hours to drive to your dorm? If he was committed to your throupling, he’d make the commute everyday to see you.

But Ole Venom supposes he shouldn’t be too hard on Eddie. After all, he’s attentive enough to Venom where he notices his changes in mood. Especially when Venom’s in one of those depressive states where he desperately misses you; with the occasional breaking of items to cope with his pained feelings. Whenever he’d get this way, Eddie would take a trip up to you and you’d be the three musketeers.

This weekend being a three-day weekend excited Venom for things he had in store. He’s determined to win you back even in spite of what Eddie says because sometimes he just needs a push in the right direction.

Venom likes to think he’s become that of an expert at romance, having read enough gossip magazines and advice columns to say as such. He knows the love languages and he’ll be sure to use his tongue precisely for speaking them to you.

Yeah, he knows Eddie’s been suspicious of his saint behavior since their arrival—the rules were clear not to make any plans of winning you back—but Venom’s entitled to a little bit of rule-breaking. He hovers around, content as he watches Eddie and you laughing during your study session. If he sets the mood just right, things would get more intimate.

He then recalls a fact he’d gotten from an issue of Chic Heat Magazine that explains how tea can make people more susceptible to suggestion because it calms you. If you’re relaxed enough, you might take them back.

So he excuses himself to the kitchen, preparing some rose tea for you all to enjoy. You’d just run out of honey but you had some packets he’d noticed in your bag earlier, hopefully you don’t mind.

Once he returns to the circle, you beam at his gesture. “V…you are such a cutie. Thank you so much.”

“I wouldn’t say that too soon,” Eddie says in a tone that is both jest and serious. “We’ll check the state of the kitchen in a minute.”

You shrug. “No worse than the state I left it in.”

“You’ve gotta be more responsible, babygirl.” He frustratedly sighs.

“I’m studying. That’s pretty big for me,” You defend. “Usually I’d just flirt with the T.A. for the test answers or cram the day of. But I’ve been trying because you said I could do it.”

“You’re right. I’m sorry. Really proud of you, buddy.” He says, patting your knee and earning a smile from you.

Then, you’re taking a sip of your tea wanting to give Venom the praise he deserves. Your eyes brighten soon as the first sip stains your tongue and goes down your throat . “This is really good, V. Seriously. I couldn’t have done this better myself. What’d you put in it?”

“Honey…” He begins.

“Oh, I could’ve sworn I ran out—”

“…the ones in your purse.” He finishes.

Your eyes nearly leave your skull. “H-how many?”

“5,” He answers proudly. “Wanted to make it extra special for you.”

“Oh, it’s extra special alright.” You say with a nervous laugh.

“Everything okay?” Eddie asks in concern.

“Mhm,” You hum between a strained toothless smile. “L-let’s go back to studying, yeah?”

“What’s in those things?” Eddie questions, his investigative nature getting the better of him.

“Nothing to be concerned about…” Your words escape you when you see that Venom has already retrieved the emptied packet for Eddie to review.

“Sweet Honey Rush? You said you wouldn’t intern with these guys,” Eddie says. “Didn’t you read my story on them secretly being behind these campaigns for increasing the national birth rate. I sent you a link on Facebook. We’re like breeding stock to them.”

“No person younger than 35 uses facebook anymore, Eddie,” You argue. “And besides they were offering some really good benefits if I interned with them.”

“Like getting free honey packets?”

“They aren’t for me…they’re for me to give out to some college students. It’s the new craze. Everyone’s talking about. There’s even a challenge of it on TikTok. You wanna see?” You’re about to pull out your phone but he stops you.

“Don’t you see that they’re purposely targeting the younger population?” Eddie scoffs.

“No, I think I gave one to my pervy old maintenance man,” You justify but Eddie shakes his head in disbelief at you. “Oh come on. It’s not like they’re as good as you think them to be. Venom said he’s added five and you don’t see me on all fours with my tongue out, do you?”

“I guess you’re right.” He says.

“Good. Now pretty please read me the next chapter.”

He smiles. “Of course.”

Venom is stumped. This is not at all going the way he’d planned. Instead of relaxing, it’s only made things more tense between the two of you. He was going to need to intervene internally.

“It’s taking effect.” Venom says from within.

“How are you so sure?” Eddie answers back into the mindscape.

“Come on, Eddie, I know it’s been months. But tell me you haven’t forgotten the way she looks when she really, really wants you,” Venom purrs. “Look at those eyes glossing over, darkening when she rakes them over you. She’s biting her lip—ha! She isn’t paying attention to your words.”

“You’re wrong. It’s nothing like that.” Eddie says trying to maintain focus by reading to you.

“I’ve been inside her once,” Venom continues. “I can sense the changes in her body even long after we’ve separated.”

“She’s just fine.” Eddie says in clear denial.

“Then ask her if she heard what you just said. Better yet ask her anything, she’ll probably say ‘yes’ to it all if it meant having our cock inside her.” Venom chuckles wickedly.

He’s reluctant, not wanting to embarrass you, but Eddie tests Venom’s theory anyway in hopes to quell his curiosity. Why on Earth would you want them back when you had so many different options at college? The sooner Eddie could disprove his claims, the sooner they can put aside that hopeful part of them that thinks the relationship could work.

“Hey, um, by any chance do you wanna share a jar of olives together?” He asks.

“Yes.” You sigh dreamily.

He perplexedly blinks at your reply to his absurd question. You hated olives.

“Babygirl, are you paying attention?” He asks.

“Mhm.” You nod still looking at him as if he hung up the stars. And now that Venom pointed it out, Eddie, too, could see your telltale sign in just the way you clenched your thighs together alone.

“Oh, really,” He asks, cupping a hand under your chin; his fingertips dimpling your cheeks. “What did I just read to you?”

“The mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell?”

“We’re studying American History, angel.” He smirks.

“Sorry, daddy,” You say, taking them completely off guard. Eddie hates how he instantly hardens at thought as if he’d taken the aphrodisiac, too. “Can I make it up to you? Taste you.”

“Yes!” Venom says.

“No,” Eddie protests. “You’re not in the right state of mind, missy. You’re going to bed, if you decide to take care of yourself on your own that’s your choice. In the morning if you still feel like you want to, then we can—”

“It’s only an aphrodisiac, dude. Not a drug. I’m not out of my mind for wanting you inside me. Both of you.”

“We’re in!” Venom says ready to reach out for you but Eddie smacks his dark tendril from your reach.

“No, we’re—” Eddie’s cut off by your lips on his. Somehow, Venom was able to sneak his mischievous tentacles around and bring your heads together.

You immediately get to work french kissing him passionately and tugging the hair on the back of his neck. His beard burns your face from the rough friction of the make-out session but it doesn’t deter you from being more forceful.

Venom’s tongue joins into the entanglement flicking and gliding between you and Eddie’s tongues, gathering a mixture of your salivas.

When Eddie breaks the kiss, you’re at his thick neck licking and biting away while Venom’s eager tongue, slithered and constricted around your body like vines.

“Stop. You don’t…” Eddie’s interrupted by yet another one of your lingering wanton kisses, finishing his sentence once you break apart. “…want this.”

“I’ve never stopped wanting you,” You suck on the space connect jaw and his neck before dragging your teeth along the vein. “Please fuck me.”

Eddie’s still too afraid to answer, cradling the back of your head while your lips and tongue continue their assault on his body.

“Fuck, babygirl,” He groans, missing this feeling of you devouring him as if he were a buffet. You and Venom were always big tongue enthusiasts wanting to put your mouths around anything that attracted you including Eddie.

His eyes flutter shut and you crawl into his lap, grinding your hips down while you tasted what you could. You pay special attention to his plump lips, licking and biting them.

“Can I go further?” You ask him.

“You heard Venom—”

“What do you want?”

“I want you.”

At his admission you moan, not being able to take it anymore. You and Venom work in sync. He begins to remove Eddie’s clothes while each sink that’s exposed you go over it with your tongue.

Eddie’s really hairy so occasionally your tongue would run over a patch of hair and you’d give it special attention.

“Fuck, I think I might actually cum from this alone,” He laughs bashfully, surprising himself. “I’m so sensitive for some reason.”

You dip your tongue into his belly-button, swirling it around before your tongue finally trails down to his throbbing bulge. It jumps in his khaki shorts the moment you place your tongue’s pressure directly on it. He shudders, his fingers through your hair.

The feverish heat of the effects take over you just as you pass the first barrier, bringing his pants down around his ankles. Venom lifts you by the waist for a moment, adding a pillow underneath for your knees. You run your fingers along the underside of his tentacles—where it’s most sensitive for him—as a thank you.

You’re not gentle at all once you spot the wet spot on Eddie’s underwear. He’d cum already and had been too ashamed to speak up. He could already see you making an old man joke about him needing the honey packet more than you but instead you went for his soul.

Immediately, you clamp your mouth around the clothed tip to suck at the sticky essence. It’s so sensitive he could cry, it’s as if the aphrodisiac is giving him a contact high.

He tries to pull your hungry mouth from him but is thwarted when Venom wraps a snaky limb around his wrists, pinning him down.

“Oh god, fuck. Baby…please.” Eddie whimpers.

You drag your nails along his little belly, gripping and pulling the tiny hairs of his happy trail while you sucked him off. Another one of Venom’s tendrils finds their way between your legs, teasing your little nub. You let out a shuddery gasp, your warm breath skirting over his now exposed veiny length.

You trace your tongue on the lightning-patterned cock, tasting the addictive earthiness of him. You’re gushing wet and ready to take their cock and Venom could very well slip a wriggling tendril inside of you this instant…

…but he’d rather Eddie get first dibs.

[steddieas-shegoes]

if you love me right, then who knows?

for @steddiesongfics inspired by the song Juno by Sabrina Carpenter

also on ao3

rated e, 18+, minors dni | 1,782 words | cw: unprotected sex | tags: friends with benefits, dom/sub implications, dom eddie, sub steve, top eddie, bottom steve, breeding kink, rimming, anal fingering, anal sex, love confessions, idiots in love

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Steve knows better than to be seen with Eddie in public. Word will get back to his parents and he’ll be shipped off to a cousin’s house or some university states away that he wouldn’t have gotten into without bribery involved.

He only sees him late at night, at his trailer or in the woods, and he makes sure his car is hidden or parked a good distance away.

He gets fucked good.

Eddie knows every button to push, every word to say, every name that gets under his skin.

Well, except for one thing. One thing Steve would never tell him about.

***

He is desperate to get fucked in his own bed. Like, if he could be wet for it, he would be. Actually, he is a little wet for it. His dick is leaking, rubbing against his boxers uncomfortably.

Eddie is busy tonight or so he says, had to cancel their not-date at the last minute after Steve was already a little worked up from thinking about Eddie holding him down in his backseat and fucking him, not letting him come until he’d already gotten off. He could get himself off, but Eddie didn’t say he could.

And he always listens to what Eddie says.

There’s a tap on his window and he jumps. A shadow passes and he hopes it’s the tree branch that he keeps meaning to get trimmed.

Another tap. Steve gets out of bed and rushes over to the window.

If he’s gonna die, he’s gonna face the killer head on.

“Jesus, Stevie, it’s freezing. Can you unlock the window faster before I lose the dick you love so much?”

Steve does as Eddie asks because he always does. Cold immediately seeps into the room, following Eddie like a shadow.

He kicks off his boots and throws off his jacket as Steve closes and locks the window.

“What the hell are you doing here?” He whisper-yells.

“My appointment canceled! I figured you could still use a goodnight fuck,” Eddie’s charming smile usually wins him over, but his heart’s still racing and he feels a shiver wrack through his body. Eddie’s smile falls. “Or not?”

“I’m not gonna be your second choice, Jesus fucking Christ, Eddie!” Steve takes a deep breath. His mom is asleep in her room, probably passed out from too much wine. “You can’t just show up to fuck me because you’re bored!”

Eddie crowds him against the bay window.

“You think I came here because I’m bored?” Eddie grits out between his teeth. He’s mad.

Steve likes getting under his skin a little.

“You think I’d ever choose to meet other people in the woods for anything other than selling drugs to buy you nice things? You think I wouldn’t spend every waking second buried in you if I could?” Eddie’s breath is hot against Steve’s parted lips, his eyes nearly black. “You think I’m not always thinking about being with you?”

Steve gulps. He shakes his head.

“You have no idea how much you mean to me, do you?”

He doesn’t. Or he doesn’t let himself think that far. He convinces himself he’s just the best fuck Eddie has, not that he’s actually special to him.

“You have no idea how bad I wanna take you away from here, find us a cozy little house, find a real job. I’d give you everything,” Eddie’s hand wraps around his neck, fingertips resting against his pulse. “A ring, an RV, a white picket fence, 2.5 kids. Anything.”

Steve whimpers.

“Don’t tease me,” Steve says. He doesn’t like this kind of teasing.

Eddie’s lips are bruising against his, and his hand tightens around his throat. Steve knows what to do if he doesn’t want this.

He moans into the kiss.

“Not teasing. You’ve got me so wrapped around your finger and you don’t even fuckin’ realize it,” Eddie growls against his mouth, nipping at his bottom lip. “Wanna give you everything. Anything. Name it, it’s yours.”

Steve feels lightheaded as he answers, “Want a baby, gimme a baby.”

“Yeah? You want me to knock you up?” Eddie plays along because he’s a good sport, even if he doesn’t mean all this, even if he’s just playing a game with Steve. “Bet your parents would hate that. Their precious angel unwed and pregnant with the local drug dealer’s baby.”

Steve can’t think, can only nod as Eddie pushes him down so he’s sitting on the bench of the window. He’s leaning over him, towering in the darkness of the room.

“You’d be the perfect little housewife, wouldn’t you? Probably drop to your knees the second I get home from work, supper on the stove, belly so round you’d need help getting back up,” Eddie grins against his neck, he feels his teeth against his pulse. “Maybe I’d fuck you so full, you’d have twins. How many you want me to give you, baby?”

Steve moans again, and Eddie covers his mouth with his hand. Steve’s dick jumps in his boxers.

“Hush. We can’t wake your mom up. Not until I’m done filling you up.”

“But-“ Steve’s gonna play into this. It may be the only time he gets to experiment with this thing that’s been nagging at him for weeks, months. “Will you still wanna fuck me once you’ve knocked me up?”

He knows he sounds ridiculous, knows he probably looks ridiculous with his round eyes and pouty lips. Eddie likes when he gets like this, though.

“Baby, I’m never gonna wanna stop.”

He’s naked seconds later, legs thrown over Eddie’s shoulder as he eats him out on his knees. For all the talk of Steve kneeling, Eddie’s always the first to worship. Steve’s head falls back against the cold glass of the window, sharp enough to remind him he needs to be quiet.

Eddie’s licking into him, pushing fingers in until Steve’s squirming so much he’s nearly bent in half.

“Need you,” he pants. “Fill me up. C’mon, please.”

His back and neck will be sore tomorrow, but he’s used to compromising positions. At least there’s a cushion under his ass.

“I’m gonna give you what you need,” Eddie slides his cock into Steve as he talks. No condom; it would ruin the illusion. They go without every time now. They didn’t really talk about it, but Steve knows Eddie takes safety seriously. He wouldn’t do this if he was worried about anything. “Gonna fuck you ‘til it takes.”

Steve whines as Eddie drills into him, not giving him any time to adjust. He likes it like this; hard and fast. There’s less time to think about how much he loves him.

He gets lost in it, like he always does, letting his mind wander to the possibilities that aren’t really there. He wonders what would happen if he could get pregnant. Would Eddie still play into this so much? Would he let him?

Eddie’s hand on his cock takes him from his thoughts.

“Look at me.” Steve does. He loves him, he hates what’s coming. “You’re gonna come first. Heard it helps.”

Steve keeps playing along because this is what he wanted. Isn’t it?

He wanted to explore this strange part of him, and Eddie didn’t even know before tonight, but he’s playing his part like he’s coming for an Oscar. Maybe he’s into it, too.

“C’mon, precious boy,” Eddie hums against his lips before he kisses him. “Come for me.”

It’s the way he says it, precious boy. Like Steve is precious. Like he loves him, too.

Steve’s legs are shaking as Eddie’s hips stutter and stop, his cock pulsing inside him. He feels some of his cum dripping, somehow escaping despite how tight he is. His neck is bent at a weird angle and it aches, but he’s not gonna be the first to stop this.

Eddie always is.

Eddie kisses his chest, right above where his heart is trying to beat through his skin. It’s softer than Steve’s expecting.

He pulls out and helps Steve up, walks him to the bed. Steve doesn’t want him to leave, but knows he won’t stay.

Eddie watches him, Steve can feel his attention through his closed eyes. It’ll be gone soon, so he basks in it, rests one hand on his stomach and one above his head.

Eddie breathes out shakily.

His hand comes down to cover Steve’s over his stomach.

“Think it worked?”

Steve’s eyes shoot open. His heart stops.

“Don’t tease me, seriously,” Steve sounds breathless, a little scared.

Eddie leans down to kiss his forehead. “I’m not teasing you. Didn’t know you were into this.”

“Me either,” Steve admits, still shocked this is how his night’s going.

“I meant it, ya know.”

“What?”

“All of it. I’d give you anything. If you wanted a dozen kids, I’d find a way to start tonight,” Eddie swallows around the words, sounding and looking more nervous by the second. “I’d steal you away and we’d live in some rundown apartment until we saved up enough to buy a house a few towns over. I’d build a swingset in the yard and plant flowers for you to look at.”

Steve giggles, rolls his eyes. “You don’t have to keep-“

“Steve.” Eddie’s tone makes him shut up. “I need you to listen to me.”

“Okay,” he’s so quiet, he isn’t even sure he spoke it aloud.

“I meant it. I want you tonight, and tomorrow, and the rest of the tomorrows I’ve got, which will never be enough. I wanna figure out how to make a life for both of us.”

Steve has to be dreaming. Eddie’s fingers tighten around his.

“You climbed on my roof,” Steve says dumbly. He just realized Eddie’s never come to his house, never taken that step before. It felt like crossing a line. “You came to me.”

“And in you.”

Steve rolls his eyes, but a weight is lifting from his chest, a smile growing on his face.

“You meant it.”

“I wanna have more than backseats of cars and behind a tree. I want you always, everywhere, any way I can have you,” Eddie lifts his hand and kisses his fingertips. “All the ways I can have you.”

Steve’s already given himself in more ways than Eddie even realizes. He belongs to Eddie, has belonged to him for a while.

“Then have me. I’m right here. Been right here.”

Eddie stays. It’s probably not smart because his mom’s been known to walk into his room much too early to ask stupid questions about his plans for the day.

It’s hard to think about that when Eddie’s wrapped around him, keeping him from falling anywhere but deeper in love.

[letteremi]

a/n: so i got a little carried away, but this is meant to be a little teaser for my next idea — fwb!gojo x afab!reader, set in nyc and amongst the rich and famous (think gossip girl) - can be read like a one shot tho

wc: 3k ish 

warnings/tags: mdni, nfsw, alcohol, cunnilingus, fingering, piv, slightly sub satoru, slightly dom reader — shes gonna make him regret his words oh boy, making out, creampie, masquerade ball but deranged, light angst (but it's like nonexistent - throwaway comments), university setting

Credit goes to @/strangergraphics for the divider!

You didn’t want to be here — actually, you were this close to not coming at all. But your friends practically dragged you, arms linked, squealing about how you had to let loose for once (like you literally were not shit-faced last weekend).

And fine, maybe you also wanted to come, just a little. Call it FOMO, or call it embracing university life. 

Someone’s mixed alcohol into the lime punch, and someone else is breakdancing on the fountain — faculty yelling at them to get down right now. 

You let out a giggle, hand swiftly shielding your mouth. You scan the hall to see if anyone’s caught this ridiculousness. No one looks at them — too caught up in their own festivities. You shake your head slightly, and briefly close your eyes — for nothing but to memorise that moment — and when you look up, someone else catches your eye.

His sapphire gaze cuts through the hazy light, barely holding a laugh himself. The moment you catch that, your own laughter bursts out, untamed. 

Your hand darts to your face, embarrassing, you chide yourself. But his smirk is teasing, and he shakes his head slightly in amusement. 

He lets out a laugh of his own. But he doesn’t hide behind his gloved hands. He lets the party see his delight. He rolls his eyes, entertained, before pushing off the wall, slinging his arms around some tall dark-haired guy, and disappears into the fray. 

You raise the cup to your mouth, and the drink tingles on your tongue with a slight burn. 

Suits and ball gowns sway to the music on the floor; a twirling, glittery haze of fabric, discarded masks, and lithe movements. Feathers are scattered on the floor, sashes forgotten. The masquerade ball is quickly dissolving from formality to glorious, messy degeneracy. 

“The drink-spiker should’ve really added more vodka,” you muse, swirling the beverage and peering into its chartreuse depths like its alcohol percentage would rise if you just stared hard enough. 

Yuki readjusts your mask with a pitiful hum. “I agree,” she says. “Like, if you’re going to try to get everyone drunk, commit to it, y’know?” She pulls back with a satisfied grin, hands on her hips, before settling right beside you. 

“Where’s Shoko?”

“Outside.”

Letting out a short laugh, you bring the cup to your lips again. “That tracks.”

Suddenly, the DJ throws on some 2000s pop — something that you can’t help but grin at, a small spark of nostalgia.  

“Oh, yes.” You grip Yuki’s wrist. “You’re coming with me.” She doesn’t resist, giggling as you drag her to the dance floor. 

You slip into loose movements and easy spins, twirling Yuki. She’s throwing her head back, laughter bright and unrestrained as she pulls you back. You’re screaming lyrics into each other’s faces, hand movements sloppy and free. 

You tuck a strand of hair behind Yuki’s ear. She cackles, nuzzling her cheek in your palm before bursting into giggles. Now she’s spinning you, and you’re tossing your hair, running fingers through tangled strands. 

Someone bumps into you — a sharp elbow, knocking the breath out of you for just a second. You have half the mind to elbow him right back. Instead, you whip around — and there he is. 

Mask slightly askew, that same sapphire gaze pinning you in place.

The dancing lights stain his hair a myriad of eddying colours, his mask — a glittering white — placed squarely on the top half of his face, is dramatically feathered. His suit clings to his athletic body, though the top of his dress shirt is unbuttoned in that hot, intentionally disheveled way. 

Her eyes darting between the both of you, Yuki nudges your back — driving you into his chest. Not that you needed the help. 

A gloved hand pulls you close, and away from the dance floor. The masked man guides you to an empty hall, the sounds of the party distant. Your eyes sweep around the vast room — classical Roman columns adorn the space, while dim lightning illuminates great Renaissance paintings. 

The man pulls you to the edge of the room, a pillar to your right, glass encased artifact to your left. 

He’s got you caged to the wall, and the tips of his white hair glow as he looks down at you like he wants to kiss you.

Fuck it. 

You close the distance, throwing your arms around his neck. Like it’s instinct, his hands wrap around your waist, before falling to the small of your back, groping your ass under thick layers of tulle. 

Bodies pressed together, you lift your leg to wrap around his hip, and he ruts into you, bringing your pelvis towards his. His lips are impossibly soft, pillowy, and you wonder what chapstick he might use. The smell of his cologne, a sharp citrus, fills your senses as you fall deeper into the abyss of his touch. 

His kisses were consuming, like he was trying to coax the parts of you that you didn’t even know existed. It felt exhilarating, to be kissed like this — like you were the fruit he had been craving his whole life, and now that he had tasted you, he wasn’t going to let go. Your fingers card through his silken hair, and when you pulled at the roots, the boy let out a pretty moan that you swallowed. 

When he pulls back, he drops to his knees, leaving you gasping against the wall. 

What is this guy doing? 

You don’t have to wonder for long, because you feel his lips on your inner thigh, nipping up to your clothed core. Without a word, his smooth hands wrap around your legs — hoisting you up — and pulling your underwear down, and you jolt when his cold palms meet your heated skin, throwing your head back against the wall. 

When he begins sucking at your clit, electricity hurtles to your pussy, sending thrilling ripples through your spine. You feel his smirk under your dress, teasing against your cunt. 

“Did you seriously get so wet from a little kissing?” His voice is arrogant, and you can hear the grin within his words. “Touch-starved, aren’t we?” That brings a scowl to your face, but he’s not wrong.  

You’re about to snap back a reply when his tongue drags through your folds, and you slap your palm to your face for the second time that night. He’s messy, making out with your cunt like it’s his own personal toy. You’re glad he’s under your dress, because the sounds that he’s making are obscene. 

“I know you’ve put your hand over your lips again,” he says, with all the confidence of a man who knows he gives good head. “Why don’t you put it down for me, hm?” 

And then a pause. 

“My name is Satoru.” Because he knows you’ll be screaming it tonight. 

When he hears your arms fall to the wall with a thud, Satoru hums a ‘good girl’, into your pussy, sending vibrations that have you quivering. And then he begins his onslaught again, this time adding a few fingers to the mix, laughing when he hears you keen his name, when you clench helplessly around his long digits. 

And when you cum with a wanton moan, Satoru laps up your juices like he’s been thirsting for decades, continuing to scissor his fingers within your sex while you ride out your high. 

But Satoru doesn’t think you’re done yet. In fact, he wants to get to know this pussy just a little bit more. Afterall, it’s not everyday you come across something this good. 

Hand in hand, he leads you up spiralling stairs — to the top of the building. 

The weighted door slams shut with an echoing thunder. Wintry air meets your heat-flushed face, sending shivers down your spine and tensing your shoulders. 

Satoru’s glacial eyes note the goosebumps that prick your skin, shrugging off his jacket and slipping it over your shoulders with the ease of a gentleman who has done this before. Clad in only his crisp dress shirt, his rippling muscles are ever so more obvious. The sinew you grasped at a reality before your very eyes. 

Satoru only smirks at the way you’re undressing him before your eyes with an expression of well-earned smugness. Then, without looking back at whether you follow, he strolls to one of the many wooden benches littered amongst the rooftop garden. Satoru doesn’t need to glance back, as Orpheus might Eurydice, he knows you’ll follow. 

The sound of your heels clicking across the concrete brings a sardonic smile to his lips. 

When you reach him, no time is wasted. He wraps you in his arms like you’re a cherished lover, only to lay you down on frosty panels of timber, leaning over you, ogling your heaving breasts. Satoru’s fingers twitch, like he’s aching to rip you out of your corset, to see you bare. 

But he knows it’s freezing outside. And he knows it’d be a cruel thing to do. So he settles for sloppy kisses that trail down your neck, sucking where you’re sensitive. His teeth are sharp, lips twisting into a mean grin that you can feel on your tender skin, when you let out a pant — like the air was forced from your lungs, 

Satoru pulls back with a satisfied expression, empty delight in his eyes at the way you’re littered with red splotches, claiming your neck as his territory. 

When you reach to pull the mask from your face, fingers trembling, he interrupts — his own digits wrapped around your wrist. 

“The mask stays on,” he purrs, husky undertone and all. But you know what he means. He doesn’t care to know your face, won’t need to know it after tonight.

Fine, so be it. 

You drop your hand, though it’s not with defeat. He wants casual? You’ll give him casual. 

When Satoru leans back in, his chest is met with your spread fingers, stopping him in his tracks. The man locks eyes with your ferocious ones, and his head reels. The submissive girl, who was putty in his fingers and sweet on his tongue, is gone. 

Was it all an act? The compliant, doe-eyed seductress, just a role you slipped into for the night? His cock twitches in his tightening pants. 

Satoru is bewildered, head cocking to the side with amusement. Not once has a girl ever refused his advances, and a spark ignites itself in his chest. Just what will you do next?

You rise up, and off the bench. Satoru tracks your every move, and he won’t admit it, but disappointment is harsh and heavy in his heart when you do. 

But then you push him to sit, clambering onto his thighs like he’s your personal throne for the night. Satoru is greedy, his hands immediately grabbing at your waist and fumbling under the tulle of your billowing gown.

Your eyes sharpen at his movements, and he can’t help but feel like he’s done something wrong. Delicate, your hands reach for his wrists and pull his hands away, planting them onto the bench. 

Leaning in, you whisper into his ear, “No touching.” Your intimate areas are separated only by thin cloth, and you feel his jumping. Satoru’s blue eyes are conflicted, and he bites his lower lip, tilting his head downwards. He resembles a puppy, you think, as you place your hands on his built shoulders. 

“Oh? You like it when I tell you what to do?” You roll your hips expertly, grinding on his hardness in circular motions. “Pathetic.” Satoru only grows harder, practically straining within the confines of his expensive pants. A whimper escapes his throat, and he looks up, helpless. He is pathetic, and right now, he needs you. 

He wants nothing more than to drag your sticky panties down your thighs, maybe snap the elastic on your hips. Once, or twice. For good measure. Nothing more than to feel your heat on his aching member, feel the strings of your arousal drench him before he sheaths himself. 

Fuck. 

You look at him like you’ve read his mind, and he hopes that you fulfil his wishes. But he knows that you’re going to do the exact opposite. 

And he’d groan, if the notion wasn’t so hot. 

You release one hand from his shoulder, and trail it down his chest. Satoru’s heart thunders under your teasing touch, his breaths coming out in short, sharp gasps every time your manicured finger catches on the ridges of his pecs, his abs. It gets painfully close to where he needs you, when you instead slip the finger under your own thighs.

Satoru’s eyes bulge with betrayal, and he looks so heartbroken you almost want to take pity on him. But, you’re lying if the sight doesn’t just make you hornier. 

This close, your breaths of pleasure fan onto his face — as intangible as you are — as you press one finger pad against your clit, and then two, rolling the pearly bud between your fingers. Satoru’s fingers twitch, and you shoot him a glare. Immediately, he stills. Resigning himself to having to watch you pleasure yourself on him, and not being able to do a single thing about it. 

Your hole flutters around nothing, leaking sinful syrup onto your panties. Satoru can feel the wetness through his own pants, can sense that through your pride, you just want him. 

He chuckles, low and cocky, in your ear — though it's strained. You narrow your eyes at the sound, retracting your fingers to press onto his pants hard. Satoru winces at the sensation, and shuts his mouth, though a fresh wave of arousal rushes straight to his dick. 

“Enough teasing, alright?” He tries to sound bored, but desperation seeps through the cracks of his voice. And he can hear it. A red flush spreads through his face, burning the tips of his ears. 

You hum with consideration. “You’re right,” you say, shimmying slightly so you can reach down to unbuckle his belt. The metal drops to the side with a resounding clang. Satoru has never heard a more merciful sound.

His cock, swollen red, leaking with precum, springs up, curving towards his abdomen. Satoru knows he’s big — he’s been told this countless times — but you gaze down on his pretty length like it’s nothing. Your face betrays nothing, expressionless through and through. And he can’t help it, he’s a little disappointed. 

Inside though, you’re a swirling mess. Fuck. You cannot fit that. You have never tried to fit that. You bite your lower lip, eyebrows furrowing in trepidation. 

You just hope gravity is on your side as you ease yourself down his erection. Satoru’s hands find themselves by your sides, and this time, you don’t stop him. He coos in your ear, and you want to slap him, if not for feeling like you were literally being split apart by his dick. 

“Speechless now, aren’t we?” Satoru nips your ear when you’re half the way down, and he grunts when you clench your walls around him to shut him up. “Where’s Miss Bossy now, hm?” He grips your hips so hard you’re sure bruises will form tomorrow. He can’t help it. Satoru is trying so hard to not just slam your creamy hole down, waiting for you to adjust.

Though, if you don’t stop squeezing around his cock like that, he might just change his mind.  

Tears well in your eyes at the stretch, and he kisses them away, smirking when the salty droplets hit his taste buds. 

You give him a withering look, to which he only laughs, resuming his endless kisses down your neck. 

Satoru is getting a little too cocky for your liking. 

Your narrowing eyes are his only warning, as you drop fully onto his dick — his bulbous tip kissing your cervix, just about nudging the ring of muscle apart with his thick head. You can feel the precum seeping into your crevices, mixing with your own arousal, as you let out a debauched sigh. 

The boy in front of you chokes on his own spit. Fuck. 

Mind drunk on the feeling of your warmth around him, your gummy walls clenching and spasming around his cock, he recalls the old saying — be careful what you wish for.  The way you pulse in tandem with his throbbing length, like you’re two souls who had finally found each other. 

Okay, pause. Where did that come from? 

Satoru shakes his head slightly, banishing the traitorous thought from his mind. His hands move you up down up down, savouring how you grip his cock, how your greedy hole sucks him in. Takes what it wants from him. 

He’s relentless. The tempo he’s set is fast, way too fast for you. Overstimulation calls your name, a result of your previous orgasm. But the pain burns in the best way, and the air is no longer chilly against your skin. It’s charged with electricity and desire, and you want more. 

Want more of the way his cock bounces against your spongy walls, curving to hit your G spot deliciously. Heat coils in your core, your cunt begging for another orgasm, though you’re not sure you want this experience to end so soon. 

Want more of the way his hands are starting to traverse all over your body, his fingers plunging into the plush of your flesh. Grabbing like he can’t get enough of you, grabbing like he wants you more than just this one time, meaningless, encounter. 

You need the way he bucks his own hips, stuttering to meet your pelvis with harsh, urgent slaps. You need the way he needs you. 

Satoru cums first, his seed coming out in hot spurts of desire that swirl inside you. The sensation makes you spasm violently around his cock, but his hands don’t stop, urging you to continue to grind onto him. When it’s over, the boy leans his head against your shoulder, panting. 

But you push his head back, and he hits you with devastatingly pitiful baby blues. 

“Thank you for tonight,” you say, peeling your tacky thighs off his. 

And then, with his cashmere jacket still perched on top of your dainty little shoulders, you walk off, strutting to the door and letting it thud behind you. 

Leaving Satoru to fall back on the bench, hands covering his face. 

What the fuck just happened?

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evan buckley centric buddie fics

all explicit rating - 18+ only!!!! make sure to kudos/comment on these amazing works :)

slaughterhouse by: kithmet "eddie announces he’s leaving. buck, naturally, begins a slow descent to madness." word count: 21k important tags: codependency, possessive behaviour, psychosexual behaviour, freak4freak, masturbation, angst and humour not even the memories are immortal by: allthatsleft eddie leaves for texas. buck sees him everywhere. word count: 33k important tags: feeling realisation, codependency, pining, abandonment issues, friends to lovers, blow jobs, hand jobs, rimming, spit kink the sweetest apparition by: hyruling "eddie moves to texas. buck keeps accidentally telling people eddie's dead. it goes about as well as you'd expect." word count: 20k important tags: pining, crack and angst, evan buckley mentally spirals, codependency, idiots to lovers, sappy sex homesick by: earthtolovers "eddie goes to el paso. buck moves into his house. he'll come back, right?" word count: 34k important tags: angst, abandonment issues, lack of communication, idiots in love, getting together, bottom!eddie diaz tripping over getting lost on you by: prettybegins "buck finds a video of tommy and eddie sparring on his boyfriend's phone and kind of loses his mind over it." word count: 15k important tags: infidelity, not tommy kinard friendly, dom/sub undertones, freak4freak, possessive!buck, anal sex, mild degradtion, bottom!eddie diaz like a dog with a bird at your door by: fleetingheart "evan “i love you like a dog” buckley has only ever known how to love like, well, a dog, but maybe eddie diaz is the kinda guy to give a flea-bitten mongrel a forever home" word count: 51k important tags: pining, whump, pre-relationship, domestic, friends to lovers, eventual smut, protective!evan buckley

okay, fair play, here we go by: earthtolovers "eddie has a new old friend. buck loses his cool. likely thing to happen." word count: 6k important tags: jealous!evan buckley, possessive behaviour, getting together, service top!buck, freak4freak, anal sex, barebacking, biting his eyes only by: smilingbuckley "eddie gets attention on a call, buck feels things. so, of course, he shows the universe that every other person can forget even thinking about what hides underneath eddie’s work pants." word count: 3k important tags: established relationship, possessive sex, marking, topping from the bottom, blow jobs, power bottom!buck

[dangerpronebuddie]

prompt 71 seems interesting

Hi Nonnie! I wrote a version of this one here if you want to check it out, and also wrote one just for you 🥰:

71. "I didn't mean to call you that, I'm sorry."

“I didn't mean to call you that, I'm sorry.” Buck detaches from where he was leaving a spectacular bruise in the center of Eddie's chest and looks down at him. “Why are you sorry?” Eddie wants to crawl into a hole and never come out, thanks. His face is on fire, along with the tips of his ears. He honestly has no idea where that came from. Buck had wanted Eddie to try dirty talk. It's not like either of them were especially quiet in bed, but Eddie was still more reserved than his boyfriend. He was actually enjoying it. That is… until that slipped out. The slowly building fire in him is gone, like someone threw ice cold water over him. Embarrassment and disappointment stamp out the high he was riding from the moment Buck pushed him onto the bed. “Can we just forget I said it please?” Eddie practically begs. “Why would we do that?” Buck frowns. A soft smile spreads across his face. “I kinda liked it.” Eddie's eyebrows shoot into his hairline. “You did?” Buck ducks to resume his task, which happened to be leaving hickeys on every part of Eddie he could. “Say it again,” he mutters against Eddie's pulse point. Eddie hesitates. Buck nips beneath his jaw and rolls his hips, drawing a gasp from Eddie at the friction. “You want to be good for me, don't you?” “Yes sir,” Eddie says. He smirks as Buck's cock twitches against his hip. “You really do like that, don't you?” “Told you.” Buck takes Eddie's hands from where they were buried in his curls and presses them into the mattress above his head. “Leave them there. You move an inch and I stop.” Heat sparks in Eddie's gut once more, burning away any embarrassment he felt about the word. He doesn't know why he was worried anyway. This is Buck. “Yes sir.”

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I Want You (Steddie X Y/N)

A/N: "I present to you...this fucking thing..."

Because I'm a hoe. :P

This is from the universe they visit in this fic. You don't have to have read it to understand. Everything that happens here is years before what happens there.

Warnings: Serial Killer Steddie & Fem Sub Y/N, SMUT, sub/dom dynamics, light knife play (no cutting or anything), dirty talk, light chasing, light choking and spanking, a safe word isn't established (yet) but they do make it clear that they don't want to hurt her.

ANGST, starts off with the reader in jail (Steve is her lawyer), mentions of reader "embarrassing" her family, mentions of her getting into a fight while in prison, Steddie do kill someone but the death itself is not described, the person they take insults the reader (calls her a whore), Eddie likes to play with knifes 🫠, mentions of them tailing victims and disposing of them. They do talk about how they only kill people who deserve it (kinda like Dexter).

I think that's it.

Word Count: 6508

Donate to Me

As you slowly shuffled into the visiting area of the prison, Eddie hastily rose to his feet and took ahold of your hand to help you down to your seat.

Your eye was swollen where the other prisoner had punched you when they jumped you in the lunchroom. She got in a few good hits including busting your lip before any guards intervened.

Exchanging a glance with Steve, the long-haired boy sat back down beside you as you sat across from his friend and colleague.

��Did the hospital wing take care of you?”, your lawyer asked barely above a low rumble. 

They didn’t need to ask what happened. 

They warned your father that given your last name you could be hurt or worse if he insisted you should go to prison but he said that you needed to learn a lesson. Kallie tried to defend you; told your dad that you did nothing wrong and explained again how you defended her. 

Like the stubborn man he was, he wouldn’t listen. 

You embarrassed the family and that’s all he cared about. 

“She was drunk and took a swing at a prominent member of society. Thank God he’s not suing us.”

“So you’re worried more about the asshole that pushed me than the daughter that defended me.”, your sister growled. 

“I’m worried about our future, Kallie! I’m doing this for her own good!”

“And if she dies behind bars? What good will that do?”, Steve replied flatly, trying to control the immense anger that was welling up in his chest. Eddie was usually the one to respond with emotion but not him. He always needed to be in control.

“She’ll be fine, I’m sure.”

“Yes, sir.”, you whimper, wincing as the tears begin to fall. 

Blinking, he hesitated slightly as he reached for your hand, encapsulating yours with his own. 

“You don’t have to be so formal with us, honey.” Glancing his way, he delivered you a small smile before letting you go. “Like I told you in my letters I’m not…good at showing my feelings but… we’re here for you, Y/N.”

Since you met them, you picked up on their different personalities pretty quickly but understood why they were friends and worked so well together. Where Steve could come off as closed off, Eddie always radiated an energy that screamed he’d do anything that needed to be done. The first time your lawyer smiled, it warmed your heart because you had a feeling not everyone got that genuine side of him.

In court and on tv doing interviews, he played the part of a charming man well. He was suave and intelligent while always engaging but that wit could turn quick when challenged. Eddie wore his heart on his sleeve and could go to a ten with little to no prompting which is why you assumed he drifted more towards computers. 

It allowed him to focus that energy and use it where necessary which (besides being his best friend) is why Steve hired him to help at his firm. With their resources they had won numerous cases which is why your sister insisted on hiring them but your father was the one with the money so there was only so much they could do. 

Over the past four months being incarcerated, they sent you letters and items to make sure you were safe while letting you know you weren’t alone. You found it easy to be open with them and to trust them not just as your representation but as your friends. 

“I can’t stay here another six months. I’m scared.”, you whisper.

Eddie’s eyes met his friend’s stern ones before defying him and pulling you to his chest as his palm held you close.

“Everything’s going to be ok, sweetheart. Steve’s been trying to file appeals but it’s hard.”

“Your dad’s been bribing the judge.”, the other man answers when you look at him with confusion. “He’s blocking my motions.”

Leaning back, you wipe your eyes as you carefully take both men in. Their faces may appear calm but you could feel the worried energy rating from them. 

“I’ll…I’ll be ok. Just six more months right?”, you try to sooth as you force a smile. “T-Tell me about you two. You’re both being safe right? I heard on the news that serial killer has amped up his count.”

“Yeah, princess, we’re being safe. No dark alleys or talking to strangers.”, Eddie teases, smiling when you laugh.

They loved the sound of your laugh.

“Good. Besides my sister, you two are the only people I trust. If anything ever happened to you…I don’t know what I would do.”

***

“What are you thinkin’?”, Eddie asks as they both linger on the opposite side of the empty building they were currently in. 

“We’ve never done something this close to the vest before.”, Steve replies, continuing to stare into the void as he blows smoke from his cigarette towards the sky. 

“Yeah…but what else can we do? We tried the right, legal way and were shut down. I offered to hack into his bank records and expose him but that would put her dad at risk. You didn’t think Kallie or Y/N would want that even after all the evil shit he does.”, the metalhead growls. 

The lawyer’s eyes scanned his friend as he absently flipped the knife in his hand. The man’s own irises had begun to slowly darken as he dipped into the headspace that offered him control. Steve always found it amusing because while Eddie was calculated with the computer and finding their victims, once the person was in front of them he changed into the equivalent of a hamster running on a wheel. 

The man tied to the chair began whining as they listened to him slowly wake up and pull on his restraints. 

“Last chance, Steven. As soon as he sees our faces, there’s no going back.”

When his friend nodded and tossed the cigarette out into the night, Eddie knew he was sure, his grin growing now that they were going to get to satiate that need both boys struggled with, with the added bonus of being able to save and protect you. 

After throwing his suit jacket to the side with their other things, Steve casually sauntered to the judge that had sentenced you, now restrained with wide eyes looking up at this man he had extremely underestimated. 

“Judge White, we apologize for this inconvenience. Usually, my friend and I like to leave our personal lives out of this thing that we do but you didn’t want to hear reason. Because of your selfishness a young girl is currently suffering behind bars for defending her sister. You promised to uphold the law but only when it matters to you it seems.”

The judge mumbled behind the gag before Eddie roughly ripped it off and held his knife to the man’s throat as a warning. 

“You’re one to talk Mr. Harrington! Kidnapping a judge isn’t exactly ‘upholding the law’, now is it, son?”

Steve chuckled and Eddie’s fist flew hitting the man in the nose hard. 

“I’m not your son, thank God, but you do remind me of my father. People like him, you, and Mr. Y/L/N pretend to be these moral men but you’re not. What my friend and I do helps the people. We don’t hurt anyone that doesn’t deserve it.”

“Who are you to make that call!?”

The metalhead hit the man again and pressed the tip of the blade deeper into his skin. 

“Who are you? You were appointed and let the people down. You gloat behind your fucking Ferrari and 3 story mansion while people like Y/N rot, scared and alone IN A JAIL CELL!”

As Steve slowly became more ramped up, he rose to his feet till he was hovering over the frightened man below him. Blinking, he quickly regained his composure and took a step back. 

The sound of the judge’s laugh had both men tilting their heads. 

“Jesus. Out of all the women in the world, you fall for that one. An alcoholic whore with an arrest record now who won’t be able to do anything in this world without ‘a few favors’. Favors you can’t help with financially on your salary, Steven.”, he laughs. “Hopefully she’s good on her knees—MMPH!”

While he mocked you, Eddie himself had been struggling to keep it together. You were always so kind to him and made him feel seen. Steve was one of the few people to treat him like an equal but when you came along, even with what you were going through, you never looked down on him. He wasn’t going to allow anyone to disrespect you and especially not this asshole. 

The judge gritted his teeth as the metalhead removed his blade from his leg and wiped the blood along his pristine button up white shirt. 

“Watch your fucking mouth.”

“L-L-Look, boys. What do you want? You want her freed? I can do that—”

“We don’t need you for that. Without you there to block the appeal, the new judge will review her case and this one owes me a favor.” The judge’s eyes widen as his gaze shifts between Eddie’s wild eyes and Steve’s calm demeanor. “I think there’s a bit of a misunderstanding here. You seem to believe there’s a route you can take that has you walking out of this building alive.”

“You won’t get away with this! I’m a prominent member of this community! People will—”

The metalhead, placing a fresh price of tape over his mouth, interrupted the man’s pleas as the lawyer smirked, stepping forward. 

“Trust me, Judge White. We’ve been doing this for a while. No one will find you.”

###################

“Oh shit. I mean, hey, hey sweetheart. What, um, what are you doing here?”, Eddie asked when he answered your knock on their door. 

“I just wanted to come by and thank you so much for what you did. I mean…filing the appeal and finally getting me out of that awful place.”, you smile as you glance behind him to see Steve saunter up in gray sweats and a white short sleeved undershirt that showed off his muscles. “Um, I brought some food…as a thank you…I can drop it off and leave if you’re busy or—”

“No, Y/N, don’t be silly. Come on in. Thank you so much.”, the man behind him chuckled as he reached for what you were carrying while his friend met him with wide cautious eyes. “It’s alright.”, you heard him whisper before Eddie shut the door. 

“We’re just, um, doing some renovations here and there so we apologize for the mess.”

Smirking, you gesture towards the nice, expansive living room.

“What mess?”, you giggle. “The only thing messy is you two.”

The metalhead swoons as your hand reaches out to lightly tug on his hair and trails down his chest allowing your fingers to trace the Metallica logo on his shirt. 

“I was with Kallie but after a while I couldn’t sit inside so I thought I’d come thank you.”

“We can understand that. You spent so much time in a dungeon basically.”, Eddie sighs as he helps distribute the food you brought. 

As the night continued, you got to know both boys as you asked them questions you had been dying to know for months. Both men were single but they insisted this was due to their busy schedules. Steve followed in his father’s footsteps and became a lawyer but deviated to open his own firm which pissed his family off. Eddie’s computer knowledge was all self-taught having picked up some tricks through the years from other people as well as felon father. 

“One time I applied for a manager position in the tech department of some security firm but they kept brushing me off saying I had no experience for such a high position so I hacked into their mainframe showing them how good I was finding flaws.”, Eddie cackled as your laugh warmed his heart. “Yeah, Stevie had to use his know how to keep me out of jail.”

“What?! They didn’t hire you?! I would have if you showed me something like that.”

“Naw, companies like that have huge egos that are way more important to them than anything.”, the lawyer smiled as he sighed. “After seeing what he did, I asked him to come work for me and we’ve been together ever since.”

“That’s amazing. The two of you saving lives one broken hearted girl at a time.”, you grin as you take a sip of soda avoiding their gaze. 

After glancing towards each other, Eddie’s own smile widens as he gestures towards the radio that had been playing in the background. 

“I can play this song on the guitar.” Steve studies you as you giggle and playfully shake your head. “You don’t believe me? My uncle loves The Beatles.”

Reaching behind him, he grabs his acoustic instrument and begins to strum along with the music as he hums. 

“I want you… I want you so bad…”, you sing under your breath causing them both to watch you intensely. “I want you so bad, it’s drivin’ me mad, it’s driving me…”

The energy in the room starts to thicken and the lawyer catches onto it first as he sees his friend’s eyes darken with that familiarity he recognizes from when they take and dispose of their victims. Steve knew for a fact that Eddie didn’t want to hurt you like that. They both cared about you deeply but that intense need to take care of you and please you… To have someone love every bit of them…even the darkness… was pushing through and even he was struggling to control it as he listened to you sing. 

“She's so…Heavy…heavy, heavy, heavy…”

When his fingers stopped strumming you chuckled as you wiped away a tear that fell. 

“I love The Beatles to.”

The long-haired boy abruptly jerked forward and grabbed your cheeks, bringing your lips to his. It was a passionate kiss filled with so much want, you couldn’t get enough. After moving his guitar to the side, you climbed onto his lap, circling your arms and legs around him as he lifted you up and placed your back on the floor. 

While Eddie’s lips trailed down your cheek to suck on your neck, you glanced towards Steve who was still focused on your features as he watched your mouth fall open. Your hand reached for his face and he tenderly held the back as he brought your palm to his mouth. 

“Want…you…to...please.”

His eyes soften in a way you had never seen before from him. It was almost as if he had never heard someone tell him that…or maybe no one had ever proved it to be true. 

“You want me, baby?”

The subtle crack in his voice broke your heart as you nodded and Eddie fell to your side without removing his lips from your neck as Steve slid over to join him.

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You awoke a few hours later with a desperate need to use the bathroom. 

Your eyes flick to the metalhead who was fast asleep on his stomach and you couldn���t help but kiss his bare shoulder, grinning when he adorably groaned and turned his head to face the other direction. Shifting your gaze to the other sleeping boy, your finger gently reached out to move some of his fluffy hair away from his face as you tenderly kissed cheek. 

“Hm. Everything ok?”, he mumbled as his palm lazily came up to pet your head. 

“May I use your restroom?”

“Yeah, honey, of course. There’s one down the hall on the left.”

You smile as you kiss him before grabbing Eddie’s shirt and scurrying to where he directed. After finishing your needs and washing your hands, you caught your reflection in the mirror. Your hair was slightly out of place from where they had run their fingers through it and you had little marks on your neck leading down your chest from where they had sucked hickies into your skin. 

Just a few nights ago, you were in the worst place of your life and now you were safe because of these two men who did everything they could to get you out. As you reentered the hallway, you glanced up stairs and in your giddy state, curiosity got the better of you. 

The first bedroom you found was Steve’s, assumed by the cleanliness and strong smell of cologne. Your fingers grazed his dresser as you browsed the many scents and sticky notes along the mirror reminding him of things like meetings or court dates. By his bed, he had a pack of cigarettes and note pad with what you thought were case notes before actually taking in the words on the page.

“-Dick called her a name again. Sister said he doesn’t mean it he’s just angry. I don’t care. I don’t like the way he talks about her.

-Munson found evidence in bank account, dick bribing to keep her unhappy to “teach her a lesson”. Fucker.

-Emails and messages, calls her a whore…fucking… She’s not…she deserves everything good…”

What threw you off even more was when you opened the drawer and found a small gun nestled on the top. 

“As a lawyer, he probably feels he needs this as protection.”, you told yourself as you carefully put it away. 

Eddie’s room was the complete opposite with his clothes thrown every which way and the strong smell of cigarettes hanging in the air. Unlike his friend, he had a few photos on his own dresser of a gorgeous woman you assumed to be his mother and his uncle hugging him when he was smaller. 

On the wall across from his bed, you noticed little marks that looked like he had thrown something sharp at the material and as your foot hit a box underneath the mattress you learned what had caused them, quietly bending down to open it, finding many shiny, sharp knifes nestled in their foam beds. 

A couple were missing but you found one stabbed into the wood of his bedside table next to cigarettes and, to your surprise, a picture of you next to a notebook. Eddie’s notes were much more chaotic than Steve’s as he scribbled random words and doddles on the paper. One page you found had a sketch of you when they went to visit you after you had gotten jumped. 

You looked so broken and the words around your frame seemed to convey the same except underneath each sentence was another in bold as if he was trying to comfort you.

“I’m scared.”

“It’s ok, sweetheart. We’re gonna get you out. You’re safe with us.”

“Someone jumped me. It’s ok. I’m ok.”

“Tell me who, baby, and I’ll make them regret it.”

“It’s only 6 more months.”

“No. It’ll be sooner than that, pretty girl. I don’t care what we have to do.”

Blinking, you placed everything back where you found it and began heading back towards the stairs before another room down the hall caught your eye. 

You should ignore it and you know that. You’ve already disobeyed and invaded their privacy by coming upstairs but…curiosity got the better of you. 

The door creaked louder than you wanted it to as you gradually opened it and tiptoed inside. There was a desk with a desktop that had multiple monitors with another notebook beside it; Eddie’s handwriting scrawled throughout. 

“Transactions every week, same time from Mr. Y/L/N to Judge White… 5 grand…

Schedule: due to be in court Tuesday.

Takes Ferrari back home at 7pm. 

Camera on front and back entrances. (disabled)

No wife or children

Sometimes picks up a woman on Field St for the night.

Vacant building 5 miles away.”

Backing towards the other side, you noticed photos on the adjacent wall of Judge White as well as the missing knife stabbed into one of the images of him getting in his car. On the floor was a black trash bag and as you shakily opened it, you noticed one of Steve’s suits caked in what appeared to be dried blood. 

Your mouth fell open as a tear slid down your cheek but as you turned to head back downstairs, you bumped into a broad chest promptly meeting the lawyer’s angry irises. 

Covering your mouth and pulling you to his chest, Steve effortlessly carried you back downstairs where the other boy was pacing. 

“Did she…?”

“I told you to burn all the stuff upstairs yesterday.”, he growled as he used his free hand to point furiously his way. “This is your fucking fault.”

Eddie’s eyes darkened in a way you had never seen from this kind man before as he stood up straighter and his head tilted. 

“You’re the one that let her in the fucking house.”

“I didn’t think she’d misbehave.”, he hissed into your ear. “Especially not after everything we’ve done for her.”

The lawyer felt your lips moving against his palm and he lowered it slightly to allow you to speak. 

“I’m sorry. I-I-I didn’t mean to… I just—”

Covering your mouth again, he grunted in frustration as he slammed his fist against the wall. This was new behavior for you to witness when it came to him. Usually, Steve was calm and in control but right now he seemed…wild…and that scared you but not for the reason they would think. 

Eddie noticed first that unlike other people caught by them, you weren’t fighting against his friend’s hold. Your eyes didn’t reflect fear but worry, not for yourself…but Steve.

“Harrington.”

“WHAT?!”, he screamed making your jump as the metalhead narrowed his eyes. 

“Let her go.”

“I can’t do that, Ed—”

“Let. Her. Go.”

The deep rumble that left his friend’s throat had his own head tilting; even more so when a little whine only he heard left yours. Slowly, the man lifted his arms expecting you to bolt out the front door but when you instead turned to circle your limbs around him…he was surprised. 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be nosey. I just…I wanted to know more about you…and I got curious. I should have just asked. I’m sorry. Please, Steve, don’t be upset.”

He’d be lying if he said he knew how to respond. Instead, he carefully unhooked you from his waist and took a couple steps back to sit on the armchair behind him. His amber eyes remained locked on yours as you did the same, placing yourself on the couch.

Eddie startled you slightly eliciting a small squeak when he jumped over the back of the sofa and balanced on his heels beside you. His long fingers reach out to move some of your hair behind your ear and you can’t help but sigh as your eyes close, absorbing his touch. 

“I told you she was perfect, Steve.”

“Hang on a minute—”

“She’s not scared of us at all.”

“She hasn’t seen the real us yet—”

“Why are you trying to ruin this!?”

Just as the lawyer leaned forward, prepared to yell at his friend, your own palm extended out to caress the metalhead’s cheek. 

“It’s ok, baby. Let him think. He’s analytical…like Kallie. Kallie always thinks before reacting. I’m the opposite…obviously.”, you reply with a nervous chuckle.

“Kallie doesn’t kill people.”

“Neither do you.” Steve’s eyes narrow in confusion at your response. “I’ve known you for a while now. You’ve been…incredibly kind and loving to me and my sister… I’ve seen how you both are with the people around you. If…if you are hurting people…they probably deserve it…right? L-Like Judge White?”

“Your father wasn’t the only one he was taking bribes from. Add in all girls he picked up and used from the street. He didn’t even pay them, Y/N. He’d threaten them, fuck them, and send them back like they were trash.”, Eddie growled, closing his eyes as he tried to control his anger. “He still had the nerve to disrespect you even when we had him tied to a chair—”

“Edward.”, Steve interrupted with a low rumble. “You’re right, Y/N. I am more analytical whereas my friend is mostly emotions. This is how he really is…especially when he steps into that particular headspace… he’s harder to control but when he’s hunting…whether it be online or out in the world…he’s zeroed in and focused. Add in the fact that he’s amazing with a knife.”

At the word, Eddie grabs one you hadn’t noticed nearby and it rings through the air as he holds the sharp side to your cheek. Again, you don’t flinch or show fear and again he swoons. 

“Fuck me, you’re so beautiful.”, the metalhead whines as his nose replaces the blade and his breath warms your face. “I told him, sweetheart. I told Steve you were perfect and you deserved the world.”, he panted as his fingertips ghosted along your inner thigh. “You like this, baby girl. I can feel how warm you are between these sexy fucking legs. I bet that pussy is dripping. Fuuuuuuck and you’re wearing my shirt to—”

“Munson.”

This time Steve’s voice radiated authority, deep with a particular note of anger that had your head lulling towards Eddie’s smiling lips. 

“W-What are you like? In that headspace?”, you murmur breathily.

“You mean what am I really like?” His chest vibrates as a cool laugh escapes him. “I’m like him…I just hold it in better. I like control.”

“So do I—”

“No, little girl, you don’t!”, he snaps cutting you off. “Not the way we do it.”

“How would you know? I imagine no one’s ever seen you both like this before. I mean…no one who actually cared about you and wanted to be with you.”

“No one cares about us.”

At his sullen remark, you slowly rise from the couch and carefully climb into his lap, resting your head on his chest as you wrap your arm around his neck and twirl your finger in his hair. 

“I do. I care about you both a lot. Besides my sister, you’re the only people who actually seemed to give a damn. You wrote me letters and made me feel safe. Every time you visited me or called; every time I heard your voices… I knew everything would be ok.”

You felt it above your head, his jawline twitch as his chest rose and fell. The arms he had resting beside him gradually came up to wrap around you and you could barely contain the giddy pride that ran through you at the feeling. 

“I’m not afraid of you, Steve, either of you. Eddie’s right…I like this…” Grasping his hand in yours, you slowly glide it along your skin, between your legs till his fingers graze the slick sticking to your inner thighs. “I want you.”

His hair wipes to the side as his eyes meet yours. 

“You want me?”

“Yes, Sir. I want you both.”

Within his eyes, you see multiple emotions flash through them before finally darkening once more. 

“Show me. Show me how much you want me.”

Your eyes never left his as you slid down on to your knees between his legs and reached into his boxers to free his cock. When your lips delicately kissed his mushroom head, his whole body down to his toes shuddered in pleasure. 

“How does Mr. Harrington like it, baby, tell me.”, you whimper as your tongue darts out to lick his slit down the long vein that traced his massive size to his balls. 

“I don’t—fuck—I don’t want to hurt you.”, he whispered, his eyes squeezing shut as his fingers dug into the furniture. 

“That’s not what I asked.”, you giggle causing him to glare down at you at the sound. This time, your head leans to your left as you visually take him in. “Oh…I see…”, you nod as you let him go and rise to your feet, backing away slowly. 

Steve’s fury practically radiated from him as your gaze shifted to Eddie who was still balancing on his heels as his earnest eyes followed your every step with a smirk on his lips. 

“Ok.”, you repeat before turning to sprint in the opposite direction.

You manage to make it all the way up the stairs again before you’re grabbed by the leg and tumble to the ground. A ringed hand grabs your bicep preventing you from falling to hard and the long-haired boy’s husky voice fills your ear as he places his whole body on top of yours. 

“Didn’t get very far did you pretty girl?”

You push back against him but all that does is make him laugh as you feel his arm bend back and his fingers glide effortlessly through your folds.

“Fuck, baby, I knew you were dripping. I could fucking smell it.” 

As he breached your entrance with two of his fingers, you noticed a set of feet step over you both and Steve kneeling down in front of you. 

With his free hand, Eddie lifted you till you were on your palms and knees as the other boy pulled back your hair with his first. 

“I said…show me how much you fucking want me.”

Utilizing your hand, you grabbed his cock and enveloped him into your mouth greedily while his friend pumped his fingers into you at a fast pace. 

“Do you hear that, Steve? Oh my god. I’m gonna bust faster than I did when I lost my virginity. My dick is so fucking hard, Y/N.”

Holding your hair tighter in his grasp, the lawyer thrust his hips, pushing his length to the back of your throat as you gag. 

“That’s it, little girl. You said you fucking want us—shit—this is fucking us.”

“Fuck, Steve, I can’t…I need to…” Eddie had never bothered to put on any item of clothing like his friend so it didn’t take him long to position himself behind you to guide his cock inside your entrance. 

The cool metal of his rings stung a bit as his palm came down hard on your ass as he thrust his hips roughly into yours.

“Told you, honey. No self-control.”, Steve chuckled before pulling out to allow you to collect some air. “Like a fucking animal.”

It was Eddie’s turn to tangle his fingers in your hair as he pulled till your back arched and you mewled as his dick overwhelmed you filling you so completely that it felt like your pussy was made for him. 

“You like how my cock feels, dirty girl?”

“Y-Yes…oh ma…Goood…”

“H-He’s right. I am a fucking animal. M-My knife has slit so many throats but—f-fuck—baby, when I killed that fucking asshole—”

“Eddie.”, Steve scolded but was met with wild eyes you didn’t see. 

“Fuck off, Steven!”

“T-Tell me, baby. Please.”, you begged as your forehead rested against his cheek causing him to deliver the lawyer an “I told you so” smile.

“He…he was so fucking rude. He called you a fucking—mmph—a fucking whore. You’re not a whore and you shouldn’t have been in that cold cell. We made him pay, sweetheart. I-I wasn’t going to allow him to k-keep living while you were in so much pain because of w-what he did.”

“Thank you. Thank you f-for saving me.”

“Oh, f-fuck.”

At your whimpered words, his palm pushed your face against the carpet as his rhythm faltered and he slammed his release inside of you. Feeling him warm you as he whined was all you needed as the coil snapped and you came hard.

You barely had time to come down from your high as Steve circled his arm around your waist and lifted you like luggage as he carried you back to the room he found you in before dropping you on your knees. 

He was on you fast as he pinned your back to the floor and held your arms above your head. His expressive eyes watched your face as slid his cock into your cunt and your own eyes fluttered closed. 

“No. Open, Y/N. Keep them open.” You did as he commanded while he rolled his hips hitting that sensitive spot inside you slow and deep. “Look around you. This is what you want?” As your arms pushed against his grip, he clenched his teeth as he let go of one of your limbs to wrap his palm around your throat and turn your head to take in the photos on the wall. “I said fucking look. Answer me.”

“I want you.”, you repeated. “A-And everything that comes with you.”

Something in your voice slowed his pace and loosened his grip enough for you to look at him once more. 

“I’m not afraid of you…either of you…please, baby.”, you beg as your hand cups his cheek. “Give it to me. Give me all of you.”

Steve’s palm slithered to the back of your neck as he brought your lips to his and began pounding into you. He wasn’t as…animalistic…as Eddie but his pace was definitely rough and overwhelming in the best way. 

When you made love to them earlier that night, they were gentle and generous which you absolutely loved. This dominate energy they were displaying now, however, was perfect beyond compare and the fact that you were now aware they could enter both headspaces made you feel safer. 

Your body shook almost violently as you came, clinging to his shoulders as your nails dug into his skin. He grunted at the sensation and his head fell into the nook of your neck as he chased his own high before emptying his release inside of you. 

Steve collapsed on top of you as he panted, his cheek against your chest with his head under your chin and your fingers began to absently play with his hair as he listened to your heartbeat. 

“Eddie, why are you so far?”, you murmur as one of your hands reaches for where he was sitting against the wall fiddling with one of his knifes. 

“I didn’t want to…overcrowd you…”, he replied with a softness that told you he was back to the long-haired boy you had known for the past view months. 

“You won’t overcrowd me, sweetie.”

At the term of endearment, his chocolate eyes lit up like a boy on Christmas as he tossed his weapon away and crawled to your side. You hissed as Steve pulled out and both men scanned over your features with concern. 

“It’s ok. I’m just sore.”

After exchanging a glance, they silently rise to their feet and the metalhead lifts you in his arms as they carry you to his bedroom. The lawyer gets a bath going and once everything is ready, your (Eddie’s) shirt is removed before you’re lowered into the warm water. 

You sign pleasantly as they take care of you, beaming occasionally when their eyeline finds yours but Steve’s seemingly unhappy face gives you pause. 

“Are…are you still mad at me?”

“No, honey. I was never mad at you…just the situation…”

“You still seem upset.”

At your small voice, he smiles gently as he gestures around him. 

“I’m not used to the filthy conditions.”

“Rude.”, Eddie teases as he hits his friend’s thigh and the man laughs. “We could have gone to your room, asshole.”

“I thought…your room would make her more comfortable… My room is kind of, I don’t know, sterile? Hazard of growing up with my family.”

You softly grin as you reach for his hand and caress his skin comfortingly with your thumb. 

“You both make me comfortable.”

After kissing your forehead, the metalhead lifts you out of the bath and dries you but when the other man turns to wrap you up in one of his button up shirts you were suddenly gone. The tail end of the towel caught their attention and they followed it to find you taking in the photos of their latest victim on their wall. 

“It’s a little hard to fathom, you know? That my dad would work so hard…to punish me like he did…” Steve gradually came up behind you to remove the towel around you and replace it with what was in his hands. “Did Judge White really call me a whore?”

Eddie, who was now leaning on the desk in front of you, nodded.

“We don’t usually like to…play so close to home…”, he added. “But we tried everything else first, sweetheart, we really did.”

“We also don’t…” Your eyebrow quirks upward as the lawyer gestures towards the floor. 

“Play with women the way you just did with me?”

They both emphatically nod. 

“Where is he now? Judge White.”

“Would you like to see?”

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After a short boat ride, you found yourself with them in the middle of the lake on the opposite side of town. 

“Are you alright?”, Eddie asked as you clung to his arm. 

“Yeah. I’m just…I’m a little afraid of the…water…Not the water per say but what I can’t see in the water…like, ya know, sharks.” 

The metalhead smirks when you lightly laugh at yourself and tilts down to kiss your cheek as his fingers tangle with yours. 

“No sharks, honey, only bodies.”

“A lot?”

“Define a lot.”, Steve commands firmly as he brings the cigarette to his lips. 

“Do you EVER just answer a question?”, you giggle. 

Tossing the stick between his fingers overboard, he stalks your way till his face is hovering just above yours. 

“Sometimes.”, he jokes eliciting a wide smile as you push up to kiss him. “You’re fascinating, Y/N. We’ve never met a woman like you before. That being said…”, he pauses as his eyes search yours. “You have no idea what you’re in for when it comes to dating us; the danger it could put you in.”

“I’m not afraid of cops or anything else. I trust you to keep me safe. I know that’s odd to say but—”

Steve’s mouth cuts you off as Eddie wraps his arms around you from behind. 

“How did you do that? How do you know I didn’t mean us?”, he whispers as he rests his forehead against your own. 

“I told you…I trust you… I know your analytical mind may need some time to learn to trust me but I’m willing to wait.”

The metalhead abruptly lets you go with a little oh as he grabs the trash bag they brought and dumps its contents into a bin before pulling out a set of matches from his pocket. 

Steve’s eyes watch you as saunter towards the other man and place your hand on his to stop him, taking the matches, and lighting one yourself. You bring the flame to the cigarette between his teeth as his own eyes take in your beautiful smile and soft features before turning to drop it in the bin in front of him setting all the evidence ablaze.

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A deleted scene from the special delivery cinematic universe 🍕 while I’m working on part two…

“No offense,” you giggled, “But this shit is way better than that crap you used to sell.”

Eddie nodded heartily. “Can’t knock it too much, though,” he added, shooting you a glance, “Rick’s shitty weed is how we met, after all.”

A smile you couldn’t help danced on your lips as you thought back to that night. A raucous party out at the rustic lake house of Eddie’s supplier, Robin clinging to your arm as the two of you ventured inside looking for Steve.

He’d sent up a distress call, begging for a ride home, and Robin didn’t drive…so here you were.

You’d barely been in Hawkins a month, only just signed on to sub-let the spare bedroom in Robin’s apartment after Nancy moved out so she could live with Jonathan. Back then, those were still just abstract names with no faces attached that Robin had rattled off as she gave you the tour. You had no way of knowing yet how soon her close circle of friends would become your own.

Steve’s call turned out to be a ploy—he knew Robin would never willingly show up to a Reefer Rick party except under the most extreme duress. But when he saw Vicky there, he had resorted to drastic measures to force his friend to confront her long dormant high-school crush.

Robin was…less than thrilled. Tried to run, in fact. Steve diverted her to the bathroom, leaving you to a sea of strangers and one pair of kind brown eyes that found yours among the fray.

“Hey,” Eddie said, leaning against the opposite side of the archway you were glued to. “Couldn’t help but notice you got ditched by two assholes I happen to be friends with.”

Your head turned towards him and you shared a quiet chuckle. “Is it that obvious?”

He squished one eye shut, tossing his head side to side, ruffling his dark curls. “I mean, I wasn’t gonna say you stank of rejection, buuuuut—”

Your mouth fell open, stunned, but you couldn’t help laughing as Eddie flashed his devilish smile. You didn’t even know this guy, and you wanted to smack him. Not necessarily on his face.

He held out his hand to shake and you took it, the silver rings on his fingers clacking together.

“I’m Eddie. You’re Robin’s roommate right?” he asked, nodding in the direction of the sofa in the living room. “The new Nancy?”

“I’m not the new Nancy,” you smirked, “I’m the first me.”

He laughed at that and holy shit was it cute.

Kind of stuttering and halting, like he’s trying to hold it back and yet not trying at all? It’s closer to a cackle, but lacking any underlying ring of evil.

You settled onto the ancient couch together, the fabric rough and scratchy even through your clothes. It was nice, though. It sort of sagged in the middle, you and Eddie slowly being pulled together the longer you sat and talked while the rest of the party raged on all around you.

He asked about you and what had brought you to Hawkins ‘of all fuckin’ places.’ He was funny and sharp, with a wide smile and dimples that made your knees feel all gelatinous. And he was so easy to talk to considering he was a total stranger.

He wasn’t a stranger, though. Not really. 

Robin had already mentioned an Eddie to you a few times—Eddie, who ran his own D&D club; Eddie, who shepherded all the ‘lost little sheepies’ and protected them when they’d entered high-school; Eddie, who played guitar in a band and who worked part-time at the auto shop in town; Eddie, who looked mean and scary on the outside but was genuinely one of the sweetest guys you would ever meet underneath it all; Eddie, who was the sole reason Robin even knew a guy named Reefer Rick existed because he was who he bought all his weed from.

“Want any?” he asked, holding up a jay he’d lit.

“I’m not in the habit of smoking a stranger’s weed,” you sighed heavily, regarding the joint with an exaggerated arch of your brow. “Is it any good?”

“Indiana’s finest,” he chuckled. “Meaning it’s the absolute shittiest thing you’ll smoke in your life.”

That got a smile out of you—a big one that pushed up your cheeks as you took the tip of the joint between your fingers and brought it slowly towards your lips. While he watched you, raptly.

“That’s debatable,” you sighed on the exhale, “I once put potpourri in a bong on a dare.”

Eddie laughed again and the sound tickled your ears. “Well, I gotta hear that story,” he chortled.

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A Little Crush   

Eddie Munson x Henderson!Reader

Part 1

Summary: In which Eddie develops a crush on the Henderson sister.

You weren't sure exactly when your life had gone to absolute shit. Was it when you found a strange, superpowered adolescent girl living in Mike Wheeler's basement? Was it when you walked in on a baby demogorgan eating your cat? Or was it when you were drugged by evil Russians operating under Starcourt Mall? You couldn't even remember a time when life was normal. If someone had told you that you would become best friends with Steve 'The Hair' Harrington and fight literal monsters from an alternate universe alongside Nancy Wheeler and Jonathan 'The Creep' Byers a few years ago, you would've laughed in their face. Now? You'd survived the most traumatising events of your life alongside these people. You were bonded for life.

The last few years had also made you closer with Dustin. You loved your baby brother and his weird friends, especially since you'd spent so much time babysitting them. But no amount of love could make you say yes to what they were asking of you.

"Please?" Dustin begged, following you down the hallway as you made your way to Ms. O'Connell's class.

"No! I have, like, three essays due this week, Dustin. I don't have the time to sub." You respond.

"It's only for tonight! Lucas can't make it and we really need a sub. We're nearly done with the campaign and Eddie will kill us if we make him reschedule!" Dustin pleads.

You were really happy that Dustin and Mike had found a safe space in high school. Lord knows those two idiots needed it. Freshmen year is probably the toughest of them all. You're new, scared, and lonely. You were really glad that they'd found friends, a place where they could be their nerdy selves and feel accepted. Hell, even you'd dabbled in their interests when you'd babysat them. DnD wasn't half bad, and not nearly as hard to undertand as you once thought. You'd spent many nights in Mike's basement playing with them. The first few times, you'd get your character killed in the first fifteen minutes. But after a while, you started making progress (even though you're convinced that the party was exceptionally lenient with you after you once burst into tears over getting killed off).

"I'll do your half of the chores for a week!" Dustin exclaims.

That makes you stop.

"A week?" You turn around to look at him, "Make it two weeks and I'll sub."

"Two? Are you insane!?" Dustin yells, making a few people lingering in the hallway turn and look at you both.

"Two or no deal, Dusty Buns," You tease, "And be quick, I'm late for my class."

"Fine!" Dustin says, "And stop calling me 'Dusty Buns'"

"Why? Is that nickname just for Suzy Poo?" You tease.

Dustin glowers at you as you walk off.

♡♡♡

"So, who's the DM?" You ask as you walk alongside Dustin and Mike.

"It's Eddie, Eddie Munson. He's a senior. Long hair, wears a hellfire T-Shirt, I talk about him constantly. God, do you ever listen to me?" Dustin claims exasperatedly.

"Oh! Eddie as in your new favorite older male best friend who Steve's weirdly jealous of?" You ask, "I've seen him around. Is he the one who jumps on lunch tables and yells a lot?"

"Yup." Mike responded, "He's a bit scary when he's revved up. Just warning you beforehand in case he comes off...a bit intimidating."

You nod.

"Hasn't he been held back, like, three times?" You ask.

Before either of the boys could answer, you reach the room. The first thing you see is the table where the game is set. There are three boys sat around, all with Hellfire T-Shirts on. Your eyes fleet from one to the other until finally landing on Eddie. You recognise him immediately from the amount of times you've seen him yelling in the cafeteria.

Dustin and Mike failed to mention how cute he was, you think.

His hair was long and wavy. He was wearing multiple rings. And he was covered in tattoos. You're pretty sure you saw a few bats peeking from under his sleeve.

"Who's this?" One of the guys asks, making all three turn around and look at you.

"This is Y/N! She's subbing for Lucas!" Mike says, the words spilling out fast and nervously.

Why the hell are they so jittery?

"Yeah, she's my sister! The one I mentioned a couple days ago." Dustin adds.

"Does she even know how to play DnD?" The other boy asks.

"Okay, excuse me, I wouldn't have come if I didn't know how to play," You finally speak, waving your hand a little to get their attention.

"So, this is your infamous sister?" Eddie finally speaks, his eyes landing on you, "You know, I thought he made you up. What's your class and level? Level One Elf?"

Elf? Is he mocking me?

"Are you mocking me?" You ask incredously.

"Is he mocking me?" you turn towards Dustin and Mike who immediately start gesticulating, probably asking you to shut up.

"My name is Aeren Sirenfall and I'm a level 14 chaotic good half-elf rogue. I will sneak behind any monster you throw my way and stab them in the back with my poison-soaked kukri. And I'll smile as I watch them die a slow...agonising...death." You say, your voice slow and hard as you glare at Eddie, "So, are we gonna play this stupid game or not?"

You're pretty sure you hear one of the boys mutter a 'she's terrifying' to Dustin.

You watch as Eddie's eyes slowly soften and a grin emerges on his face, "Welcome to Hellfire Club."

[madelynraemunson]

Married au with Rockstar!Eddie where he's just a man STARVED when he goes home from tour. LIKEEEE, he's just a needy husband in need of reader's loving and he's been lacking just that for months now ☹️☹️☹️ (please the Eddie brainrot is consuming my every being.)

☆ The Crawl ☆

rockstar!eddie munson x housewife!afab!reader

CW: 18+ obvs, needy, pathetic sub eddie, dom-ish afab reader, dick riding, cum eating, dirty talkin’ nasty goodness, eddie literally crawling towards us 🫠🫠, facial, implied unprotected p in v sex, dribbler!eddie

author's note: this is my first time writing sub!dribbler!eddie hehehe eds is usually a dom!shooter in my universe. i hope you all enjoy!!! 💌

WC: 686 words

“Need you to have your way with me, sweetheart…need you to use me…Can’t take it anymore. Please."

You meet your husband's desperate gaze as he brushes his stiff cock against your thighs, prodding you for the sensual loving you had promised him when he was to come back from tour.

Craving every inch of your touch, the man is at your mercy. And that damn polaroid picture you sent him a few days ago? The damn polaroid of that pretty pussy of yours, your glistening folds spread apart by your perfectly manicured fingers, the white border holding space for the title, “all for you” signed by your rouge red lipstick? Eddie damn near kicked the tour bus driver out his seat to turn the vehicle back around himself.

But, of course, the show had to go on. And as stoked as Eddie was for Corroded Coffin's Rise of Kas Tour, nothing compares to being with you, wrapped up in your intimacy in the comfort of the home you two share.

And now 385 days later, you two are here.

“Need you to ride me dry…” he pleads. “Need both lips on my cock baby, he’s missed you so much…”

“Nuh uh,” you smirk, enjoying yourself just a little. “Not gonna do away with the flatteries just yet.”

“Fucking please, princess,” Eddie begs. “Been blue-balled all tour, you can’t do this to me.”

“Oh but I can.”

Hellbent and greedy, your smitten, pussy starved husband treads hopelessly towards you on all fours as you guide him to the bedroom.

Too many press photos and interviews. Too many groupies lining up outside the tour bus to claim their spots with Gareth, Grant, and Jeff. And far too many titties to sign, but Eddie knows he shouldn’t refuse, cuz since he built his brand off being a sex-crazed rockstar, rejecting the ladies would mark the end of his — very successful — career.

Too much of tour life on repeat. And never enough of you. And when he finally gets you, the whining only seems to intensify.

Your twinkling, cum-coated tits bounce in Eddie's face as you frantically taunt your clit with his wide, veiny cock. The sight of you tossing your head back, a mewling mess as he splits you open is enough to tug orgasms out of Eddie’s blissfully aching body. And as you clench around him, screams getting louder by the pump, his spewing tip begins to twitch with every jab into your guts.

“Oh baby…shit, mmfuck, ‘m so fucking sensitive baby, you have no idea.”

Your excitement pools at the base of his naval. Knowing he's not going to last all that long, Eddie whimpers at the sight, his photographic conscious saving the episodic eye-sore for a midday work flashback.

“I love you so much,” he moans. Your orgasm begins to splash around him with every bounce. "Missed your beautiful face. Missed your tight fucking pussy."

“I love you, sweet boy,” you hum. “Your dick makes me feel so good, Eddie, fuck. You’re not going anywhere.”

Eddie releases one strained groan before he loses control. Now completely shifting the roles, Eddie pins you into place as he probes for his finish, thrusting into you as the sweat rushes down his body, his full sack beating at your skin as you ride out your last together.

“Fuck baby, yes baby, yes baby,” he pants. “Gonna be the death of me baby, oh fuck…”

And before he completely empties himself in you, Eddie retreats and finishes on your face. He beams down at you in awe as he glazes the hollows of your cheeks, glosses your lips, and caters to the tip of your cum-quenched tongue. Eddie then swoops down to collect his own eager laps, before thanking you with a kiss.

And, to your surprise, when all is said and done, and you’re all wiped down with a nice warm washcloth from the dryer, your husband books it to his office as if there were something else waiting for him behind that door.

“Eds,” you wonder. “What are you doing?”

“I need to write a song.”

[runninriot]

When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let's spread the self-love 💛

ohh thank you Hype!! 🖤

in celebration of the 290k words i've published in 2024, i'm gonna choose 5 of last year's fics

Heat of the Moment, feat. Eddie losing his mind over Steve in very short shorts

Mine, feat. possessive Steve (with a little twist)

Sweet Thing/Safe Space, feat. Sub Eddie & ProDom Steve

Away From The Sun, Into My Arms, feat Vampire Eddie, inspired by this art piece

gotta be Wet Dreams (because this spiralled from a microfic to a oneshot to a three chapter fic and i loved every second of writing it), feat. Virgin Eddie and Slutty Steve my fucking beloved

also, while we're at it - below are some of my favourite fics i've read this year:

Bear Hugs by @steddieas-shegoes

Updraft (and also all of the Kiss that ring Series because i'm obsessed with it) by @just-my-latest-hyperfixation

Through the pines by @steddie-island

A Thousand Flowers Could Bloom by @morningberriesao3

The Graveyard Shift by @stervrucht

I'll Be As Honest As You'll Let Me by @braincell-pingpong

just an only child of the universe. by @thefreakandthehair

Take your time (I wanna cross some lines) by @sidekick-hero

In the Garden, Under Your Hand and Tempest Entire (how to even choose?) by @paradimeshifts7

There Are Galaxies In You by @wormdebut

the carnivorous lamb by @arimakes

A Day After by @griefabyss69

Impressionable Young Minds and Tentative by @eddywoww

Oh, He Wants by @thisapplepielife

Jaeger Moon by @azrielgreen

The Train Fic by @novemberthorne

Turn by @postmodernau

i don’t know, you figure it out aka Trailer Park Steve by @wynnyfryd

and so may more, i couldn't possibly name them all

[steddieas-shegoes]

cabin in the cold

for @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt 'cabin'

all of my holiday drabbles will be from the bear hugs universe. many of them could probably be read standalone, but will make the most sense and be enjoyed best if you read that first!

rated e | 840 words | no cw | tags: established relationship, fluff, handjobs, frottage, super light dom/sub vibes, anal sex

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The cabin lost power four hours ago and Eddie is certain that he’s going to lose his mind.

It’s their anniversary and nothing has gone right for this weekend getaway and he’s out of patience the same way they seem to be out of heat. Steve managed to start the fireplace a few minutes ago, but the warmth isn’t spreading around the room yet.

Everything was supposed to be perfect.

“Baby, come sit with me,” Steve says from the couch. He’s bundled up under a blanket, fully dressed against all of Eddie’s hopes and dreams. He wanted them to be naked most of this weekend, using every surface they could to test their flexibility and stamina. “I can keep you warm.”

Eddie knows he can. And he’s using that voice and those eyes and-

He strips down to nothing because he remembers some old school survival book telling him that was the quickest way to warm up when he was a kid. Also because he knows Steve will do something about it. Hopefully something that leads to Steve losing his clothes, too.

Steve’s watching him, still smiling, patiently holding the blanket away from his body so he can be welcomed into his arms.

Eddie straddles his lap, which is clearly not what Steve is expecting, but he adjusts, just like he always does when Eddie does something he isn’t expecting. His arms wrap around him, still holding the blanket, and Eddie is instantly warmed from the outside in.

“Better?” Steve asks with a knowing smile.

“Absolutely. Would be even better if you were naked too,” Eddie is already hard, even with the frustration he’s feeling about the cabin and the frigid temperature.

“Don’t need to be naked for you to get off, do I?”

Oh. Okay.

Eddie moves his hips back and forth a couple times, testing the waters to make sure he knows what Steve means. Steve is surprisingly shy sometimes, doesn’t always come right out and say what he wants. Eddie doesn’t mind guessing, though.

Steve’s hand circles Eddie’s cock, loose enough that Eddie has to work harder for proper friction. It’s maddening. It’s hot as hell.

“C’mon, you can do better than that,” Steve whispers against his lips before kissing him, licking into his mouth and tasting the remnants of the coffee he drank earlier. “You wanted to be naked. You wanted to fuck on every surface.”

Eddie nods, breathless from the realization that yeah, he did want this and Steve is giving it to him and he has three days of having Steve under him, over him, everywhere.

He shivers, but this time it isn’t from the cold. Steve’s hand squeezes around the base of his cock, almost painful as he silently tells him to stop.

“I said better, not faster.”

Eddie starts up again, slower. Steve spits, uses his own saliva and Eddie’s precum to ease the glide. He isn’t doing anything except applying more pressure every few strokes, but it’s enough. It’s always enough.

Eddies pretty sure he wouldn’t need Steve’s hands on him at all to come. Especially not with the way he’s looking at him.

Neither of them are that into taking control in the bedroom, but sometimes it works. Sometimes it comes naturally.

“You can come if you want, but you still have to ride me after,” Steve says with a smirk.

“Is that supposed to stop me?” Eddie gasps, throwing his head back as Steve leans down to bite his neck. If he leaves a mark now, it’ll be gone by the time they’re home.

Eddie’s warm enough as he comes that he doesn’t even realize the blanket’s fallen from his shoulders, pooling around his waist, leaving his skin exposed to the chill in the main room of the cabin. He’s shaking from pleasure, not from the cold, and goosebumps on his skin are breaking out from Steve’s gentle touches across his skin, not the breeze sneaking in through the cracks of the windows.

Eddie’s a mess. Steve’s a mess.

“You want me to open you up or can you do it yourself today?” Steve asks quietly as Eddie catches his breath.

“I don’t have lube on me,” Eddie says instead of directly answering the question.

“There’s lube all over us.”

Eddie looks down at Steve, eyes burning, cock twitching at what Steve’s implying.

He runs his fingers across his own stomach, gathering up enough of his cum to rub between his index and middle fingers.

“You don’t wanna lick it up?” Eddie pushes. He knows his limits here. He knows what he can get away with.

“Not this time. Go ahead. I’ll watch to make sure you do it right,” Steve demands.

Eddie does exactly as he’s told until he’s breaking a sweat, panting and begging for Steve to give him more. He doesn’t even notice that they still don’t have power when he slides down Steve’s length, and he barely notices when it comes back on hours later while they’re curled up on the couch, naked and sore.

[dangerpronebuddie]

OH ALSO ANOTHER NO PRESSURE PROMPT: DON'T COME UNTIL I TELL YOU TO 😇

Thank you for fueling my sub Eddie universe baby 🥰

66. Don't come until I tell you to

“Don't come until I tell you to,” Buck instructs. All Eddie can do is nod, panting as he calms down again. He's lost count of how many times Buck has brought him to the edge, each time yanking him back from the precipice just before he could come. “Snap when you're ready to continue,” Buck says. The bed dips beside Eddie and a warm hand rests over his racing heart. Eddie takes a deep breath, as deep as he can with the gag in his mouth, and snaps once. The vibrator nestled against his prostate comes to life again, more powerful than before. He jolts, pulling on his restraints as he whines high in his throat. Buck trails open mouthed kisses anywhere he can- Eddie's neck, his chest, his arms, even the blindfold covering his eyes- following the path with his fingers until he wraps his hand around Eddie's cock. Eddie whimpers, the sensation almost too much. He tries to speak, forgetting the gag, and all that escapes is a desperate keen. He's so close. He wants to come. Needs to come. Buck reads his mind anyway. “You close?” Eddie nods. “Remember what I said,” Buck warns. The vibrations decrease in their intensity and Eddie writhes as best he can, chasing his release. The hand on his cock disappears and he makes a noise of protest. Buck moves up the bed, settling beside Eddie's head. “Just a little longer, Eds. Can you do that?” Eddie nods. He doesn't care. Anything to get the release he craves. The vibrations pick up again, higher than before and Eddie arches off the bed, pulling on the ropes around his wrists. “Come.” And Eddie does, coming with a muffled cry, so intense he thinks he blacks out. The vibrations continue through the aftershocks, only stopping when a hurt little noise escapes him. When he comes back down to earth, the blindfold and gag are gone, along with the restraints and vibrator. Buck sits beside him, gently running a washcloth over his heated skin. “Back with me, baby?” Buck asks softly. Eddie nods. “That was… wow.” Buck chuckles and leans down, giving him a soft, slow kiss. “Yeah it was.”

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