18+ | cw: blood, spit, unsafe sex | crossposted on twitter | written for @subeddieweek
the bats turn steve.
there’s no rhyme or reason to why they didn’t turn eddie, too. the best they can come up with is that steve didn’t originally succumb to his bites like eddie did. he stayed upright, alive, giving the change time to pump through his veins.
it’s been long enough since the whole ordeal that steve’s come to whatever terms he can with the fact that he’s no longer a perfect, warm red blooded guy from the midwest like he used to be. no, now he’s cold more often than not with freaky senses and too pointy teeth.
but even with everything happening, every sad, angry, confusing thing that came with yet another thing their crew doesn’t understand, he at least got eddie out of it. he got a partner who kisses like he means it, who lets steve warm his cold feet between his own warm ones in bed.
eddie didn’t change, but there’s… something. something steve can smell thrumming through his very alive, probably very human veins. something that smells like family, smells like home, smells like rot and rust, mildew and bats that can only be found in a different dimension.
and steve… he craves it. no one else, just eddie and his perfect blood that has traces of steve and the brother bats they left behind when they closed a gate and won an impossible war. so when it comes time to feed, to feast on blood that smells and tastes so nostalgically sweet-
“fuck baby, harder- please-“ steve takes.
he fucks into eddie like the primal animal he’s become, he pulls hips and hair and limbs to get him where he wants him. needs him. he smacks broad open palms over pale white skin, listens to how blood rushes to both eddie’s cock and to the skin underneath his hands.
steve huffs, grunts like a beast as he gets his fill of the pretty pretty sounds eddie gifts him and revels in the warmth around his cock that eddie gives him graciously. he stores eddie’s whines in his memory for lonely nights and thrusts harder until he gets even more whines.
steve trails his fingers over eddie’s back, teasing him with the claws that come out when he thirsts, tangles a hand in his hair and smacks his ass again. once, twice, three four five times. hard enough and fast enough that eddie lets out a sob.
steve has to get him nice and red, after all.
he spills into eddie as he digs the claw on his thumb into the flesh, red and warm with the sweetest meal steve could ever ask for anymore. crimson drops appearing on flushed pink, trailing onto his pale back as he continues to thrust through his release.
and eddie’s babbling like he always does when he gives himself over to steve’s needs. he’s saying thank you, he’s begging for a release of his own, he’s begging for a taste of what, steve doesn’t know. but he’ll give him whatever he wants. eddie deserves anything that steve could give him.
steve smears his hand in the blood that beads up on his ass cheek, coats his fingers and licks it off- an appetizer. pulling eddie’s hair again, he tugs his head back to shove his fingertips into his mouth, feeding him his spit and eddie’s own blood. a thank you. a gift.
it doesn’t take long for eddie to come all over the bedsheets under them, body taut and stone still. steve pulls out as eddie shakes, swipes up a bit of his own come off his cock to feed to eddie, too. it’s mixed with the bits of blood and spit leftover on his fingers like a sacrament to prove how much he loves him.
eddie gets what he wants first, to taste and come and give. it’s how they always do things. his torso lands on the bed in a heap, his pretty pink ass still arched into the air.
“please-“ he groans, a mantra like music to his ears, and steve smacks him once more. “go ahead- please, please, please…."
steve can’t ignore it, the willingness to give, the permission to take. he smacks again as he licks over his teeth, canines shifting into sharp peaks as he hears and watches eddie’s addictive blood rush back to his sure to be bruised flesh.
“thank you, sweetheart,” steve finally says, his voice low and rough, words muffled as he pressed his lips to sinful skin.
his fangs sink in. his growl resounds through the room, eddie’s moan alongside it. steve takes and takes and takes and eddie gives.
a perfect match.
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make you burn | written by rogersharringtons on ao3
eddie’s kneeling in the corner, naked, his bare heels digging into his ass as his hands flex against his back. the sun is shining through the big bay window, painting the expanses of his pale skin in beautiful rays of gold and shining off the brown leather of steve’s belt tied tightly around his wrists.
from steve's vantage point on the couch, eddie looks like the perfect picture of obedience, his head resting slightly against the wall, frizzy curls tumbling over his back, muscles flexing as he tries to discreetly adjust himself into a more comfortable position. steve told him to stay still and quiet so he could read his book and he is, he’s being good, except-
“goddamnit, steve, please…”
-he can’t keep his fucking mouth shut.
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tags: modern au, firefighter steve harrington, dom steve, sub eddie, rough oral sex, kneeling, begging, boot humping/licking, spit kink, come eating, puppy play, face slapping, under-negotiated kink, implied consent
written for @subeddieweek !
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no matter how terrible my day is. i can always end my day in bed imagining fictional characters making out sloppy style and fucking raw. and that's beautiful. there's some good in this world mister frodo and it's worth fighting for
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