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transvampireboyfriend · 1 year

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Had this “Steve only hates impersonal nicknames” idea in my notes for a while and then after seeing @cholvoq ‘s wonderful art I had to turn it into a real thing for Valentine’s Day. This is 2.4k, i’m SO sorry edit: you can now read this on ao3 :)

Eddie’s a nickname guy. It’s always Dusty this and Gare-Bear that and JeffJeff here and Bobbie there and it’s Mikey and Maxxii and Nance-pants and Johnny and… big boy?

Him being a nickname guy makes it near impossible to hide his crushes. Thankfully, Steve had been really cool about it. Sure, he seemed a little stunned, but Eddie still had all his teeth in place by the end of that interaction, so he had called that a win.

He hadn’t known then that Steve was… different. Or he was starting to see it but what he thought was shocking then had really been just the tip of the iceberg. He hadn’t expected Steve to be nice. Or funny, or caring, or protective, or understanding.

He had learned all of that after everything. During chats on Hellfire nights while the kids cleaned up after themselves, during hangouts at the diner with Robin and Nancy, during Saturday afternoons when he went to pick out a movie only to end up talking with Steve, their conversation flowing until it was cut short by Steve’s shift ending.

After some time, Eddie had gotten to know Steve even more during long weekday nights when one came over to bring the other something they left behind, or to share a record, or to demand the beers the other owes or to show the other a stupid article in a stupid magazine only to end up making dinner together and watching a movie afterwards.

They stopped making excuses about two weeks ago.

Eddie had asked “do youuu… wanna come over?” on Saturday night, while nervously twirling his keys as Steve locked the front doors of the Family Video.

The evening chill had cut right through Eddie’s leather jacket as his keys clanged against his rings. But Steve had nodded with a smile and asked “pizza?” on their way to their cars, and Eddie had forgotten all about the cold.

Point being, Steve had been just fine with ‘big boy’ when it happened. Eddie’s a nickname guy. Him and Steve are hanging out more now, and so, Eddie’s been calling him more nicknames. Some of them are very intentional, others come completely without thinking, and it turns out, Steve takes issue with a few of them.

The first time it happens, Eddie’s underneath his van trying to get the damn thing to cooperate, the recent winter was tough on it, and it keeps dying out on him.

Steve sits nearby perched on a little stool, wearing his Family Video vest since he came by right after finishing his morning shift to see if they could make plans for lunch. Eddie suggested they grab something at the diner if and when he finally gets the van to start back up and Steve had agreed to wait.

He’s been telling Eddie about tonight’s basketball- game? match? super bowl? Is there such a thing as the major leagues of basketball? Eddie’s not sure, but he adores the sound of Steve’s voice and he’s kind of invested in the drama of players switching teams and retiring and whatever else Steve wants to tell him about. So, he’s been listening, not really bothering with asking for clarification for what he doesn’t understand yet. He’ll figure it out as they go.

He's blindly patting the floor around his legs for his rag, when he feels Steve put it right in his hand.

Eddie’s relieved. "Thanks, bud!" he says, the nickname just rolling off his tongue effortlessly, no meaning attached.

It gets kind of quiet all of a sudden. After about five seconds of Steve not talking, Eddie comes out to check on him, and finds him frowning at his legs.

"Don't call me ‘bud’" Steve requests, looking up at his face, his tone just a tad harsh. Eddie would think he ran into King Steve if he didn't know any better.

As it is, Eddie gets Steve probably thinks the nickname is childish or patronizing, so he doesn’t think twice of it, just gets a little sheepish and says "sorry, Stevie".

Steve smiles at that, a little cocky. He does his little mean girl shaking his head thing like he just got exactly what he wanted. Eddie feels his face twist a bit in confusion, but he likes it when Steve gets a little mean so he doesn't say anything about it and just dives back under his van as Steve resumes their conversation.

The second time it happens, they’re outside the supermarket. The kids shot out of the van as soon as it rolled to a stop, Steve calling out a warning after them while still listening to Eddie explain why Star Wars and Star Trek are actually very different but really good in their own way. Their conversation carries on as they hop out of the van, lock up and walk to meet at the front.

“I’m telling you, Star Trek is great. You would love it,” Eddie says, “you just have to give it a chance”.

Steve rolls his eyes at him, but Eddie can see his smile.

“Ok, alright,” Steve answers, “you can show me tonight then”, it’s almost too nonchalant. Eddie has to hide his grin.

Steve’s been suggesting they hang out more and more lately, and he can’t help but feel a bit hopeful. They clearly enjoy each other’s company, their time together is never dull, Steve seems to be really comfortable around him and maybe, just maybe…

“Should we get beers then?” Eddie asks, excited at the prospect of some more time alone with him. They haven’t had a weeknight hangout since Eddie fixed his van last week. He kinda misses the very specific color of Steve’s eyes in the Harringtons’ yellow living room lamplight.

“Yeah,” Steve says, his eyes get soft in a way Eddie only started noticing a couple of weeks back, “we can watch it at my place” he adds. Eddie thinks he definitely hasn’t seen him look at anyone else like that.

To shake himself out of the spell of the prettiest boy he’s ever met making the prettiest eyes he’s ever seen at him and ONLY him, Eddie grabs Steve by the wrist and starts marching them towards the supermarket’s front doors.

Without thinking, Eddie says "c'mon man," as they go.

Steve, who started easily following him (like he always does these days), suddenly stops in his tracks. Eddie gets pulled back and almost stumbles on top of Steve. He'd get flustered if Steve wasn't frowning at him like he’d just said the most insulting thing he’d heard this month.

"Don't call me ‘man’" Steve says. Eddie feels his eyebrows raise a bit.

He debates asking why but doesn't question Steve in the end. He’d rather offer understanding than judgement to him any day.

So, Eddie takes advantage of Steve's wrist in his hand, and squeezes there a bit, says "I'm sorry sweetheart" sincerely, looks into Steve's eyes so he can see Eddie means it.

Steve blushes a bit then, not really used to the nickname yet, Eddie just got the balls to start using it last week. Eddie himself is not really used to seeing Steve blush, and at something he says? It’s too much power for one metalhead.

But he gets distracted from Steve’s blush because it happens again, Steve basically preens like a peacock once Eddie switches nicknames. Looks smug, like he has Eddie wrapped around his finger and well, Eddie guesses he does, so, no arguments there either.

He just smiles back at Steve, really, has no other choice, it’s not like he can control how he reacts to the most gorgeous fucking face the universe could ever come up with. But he tugs him along again, Steve happily following this time.

The next time it happens, Steve’s leaning against his kitchen island, with Eddie leaning across from him against the counter.

The party is watching a movie in the Harringtons’ living room and at some point, Eddie got up to get himself another soda, Steve not so subtly followed after him, taking the empty popcorn bowls to the sink. He struck up a conversation and there they stayed.

Eddie’s been turning the small gesture around and around in his head. Clearly Steve’s not shy about seeking him out, and he’s obviously good with the party knowing, which means a hell of a lot because those are Steve’s people, that’s his family.

Eddie’s honestly running out of excuses to not ask him out. Seeing him reaching out to bump his sneaker against Eddie’s boot when he says something funny, laughing just a little too hard at Eddie’s dumb joke; seeing his eyes widen a bit when Eddie compliments him; seeing him notice when Eddie is holding back from talking too much, and not letting it go until he thinks Eddie’s shared all of his opinions on the subject; Eddie thinks maybe he can be brave, when it comes to Steve.

And this week might be the perfect time.

Here they are still, the movie long ended and several easy conversations floating from the living room to the kitchen, where they’re still engrossed on their own.

“I mean I taught the kid how to do his hair for god’s sake!” Steve is saying, Eddie’s laughing easily, and he has a slight suspicion Steve’s acting way more annoyed than he really is because he knows Eddie dies laughing every time Steve roasts the kids.

“Just, if he’s gonna give me hair advice, he should work on that goddamn tone. At the Very Least.” Steve finishes, Eddie giggling all the while at his Annoyed Mom tone.

"Yeah, dude!" Eddie agrees, wanting to egg him on, but Steve's face suddenly falls and whatever remark Eddie had locked and loaded just fades away.

Eddie blinks perplexed; he’s getting déjà vu.

Steve frowns at him, says "Don't call me ‘dude’".

It’s eerie, only he sounds a bit annoyed this time.

Eddie thinks, maybe someone called Steve ‘dude’ before in an unpleasant way, so he doesn't pry. Instead, he takes the chance to call him a nickname he likes more, and says "Sorry, pretty boy", his heart fluttering in the milliseconds he has to wait for Steve’s reaction.

And it happens one last time: Steve absolutely beams at that one, his smile so bright it makes Eddie want to jump in place.

He leans further back on the counter returning the smile, not noticing the common thread in Steve’s reactions to him switching nicknames.

But then the glint in Steve’s eyes suddenly brightens a dim corner of Eddie’s brain. He gets this feeling that reminds him of a perfectly set up riddle or finding that one perfect note for his latest song. It’s like everything suddenly just makes sense.

Eddie feels realization dawn on his face as he pushes himself off the counter to walk right into Steve’s personal bubble, grabs both of Steve's hands.

"Steve" Eddie says, not even caring that he sounds like the name is dripping in honey when it comes out of his mouth. With how sweet Steve is, it might as well be.

Steve just looks at him a little stunned, but doesn't say anything. Eddie draws circles in the back of his palms to reassure him.

"Why don't you want me to call you ‘dude’?" Eddie asks, trying to find out if this whole thing is what he thinks it is.

Steve looks down at their joined hands,.

"You call Nancy that sometimes..." Steve mumbles.

His answer would sound inconsequential to the unsuspecting, certainly would have to Eddie as late as last week, but Eddie thinks he’s finally getting it, and he hums his understanding.

"How ‘bout ‘man’?" he asks

Steve replies "You call Robin that sometimes..." his eyes still on their hands.

Eddie nods his agreement.

"I call everyone those things" he points out.

Steve agrees. "Exactly" he says, finally looking at him again, sounding annoyed and confirming Eddie’s suspicions.

Eddie feels his face split into a smile. He wants to grab Steve’s beautiful freaking face and just plant one on him.

"Can I still call you sweetheart?" he ventures instead. The nickname brings the hint of a smile to Steve's face but then he seems to realize something not so pleasant.

"Do you call someone else ‘sweetheart’?" Steve asks in return.

"No one" Eddie says, shaking his head, his tone vehement.

"Then yes" Steve finally answers. Eddie's heart wants to beat right out of his chest.

He interlocks their fingers to ground himself, Steve looks down at their hands and smiles at the sight.

"So, you don't want me to call you something I call someone else?" Eddie states, more than asks, calling Steve’s eyes back to his again.

"Anyone else" Steve confirms, holding his gaze.

Eddie lets out a small shuddering exhale and feels his heart fluttering in his throat, he really cannot believe this boy.

"Steve" Eddie drawls, dripping in honey again, his hands coming up to cradle Steve's face because he really can't resist anymore "Sweetheart" he says.

Steve's eyes grow a little wide and he starts blushing so much that Eddie can feel it in his palms.

"Steevieeee" Eddie sinsongs, squeezing Steve's face a bit "Pretty boy" Eddie calls him. Steve just keeps looking at him and a small smile blooms in his pretty, pretty face.

"Would you let me take you out to dinner this Friday?" Eddie finally asks him, his fingers curling to the back of Steve's head to play with his hair there. Steve's eyes get even wider.

" 's Valentine's this Friday" he points out. Eddie knows.

"Mmhm. Want you to be my Valentine." Eddie tells him, tugs his hair gently, "How's that sound?" he asks, bold in a way he never has been before. Steve blushing does things to him.

"Sounds nice" Steve answers. He smiles and nods while his hands hook on Eddie's belt loops.

"Then it's a date?" Eddie asks, trying not to sound too eager. He thinks he fails spectacularly but Steve beams and pulls him in to kiss his cheek.

"It's a date" Steve tells him, his breath ghosting on Eddie's cheek and making him shiver.

Steve pulls back, lets go of Eddie’s belt loops and tugs on a strand of his hair gently, smiling like the cat that got the cream as he walks back out into the living room.

Eddie’s gonna make this the best Valentine’s Day date Steve has ever been on.

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xoxo-eyeballs · 5 months

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"Work it out" 16+

Summary: Coriolanus's and you are enemies, one day your forced together to "work it out" and the sexual tension is unbearable...

Warning(s): Angry sex, Biting, back scratching, mentioning of blood, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), cussing, slut and whore like one time (Coriolanus calls reader his whore and slut), fingering, oral (m and f receiving), slight choking

"I'm not working shit out with you." Coriolanus glared at you, he was sat down on the chair and was praying man spreading. "Just shut up then." You glared back.

"What did you just say to me?" He stood up towering over you, "Just. Shut. Up." You repeated. His hand shot to your neck pulling you to him. "You need to learn to keep your mouth shut. I'm only here because I have to be here." He snapped. You tried not to give in and seem 'weak sk you just smirked and glared at the man.

"It's fun to get you all worked up." You taunt, trying to piss him off, his hand was still on your neck and he pulled you even closer your bodies now pressed together. "Shut your mouth." He looked down at you. The room was hot, the sexual tension was unbearable. Your bodies pressed together with his hand around your neck. As much as you wanted to push him off you found this interaction...hot.

"Why don't you fucking make me?" You snapped, it took him all of 2 seconds for him to press his mouth on yours. His hand was still firmly on your neck and his mouth moved like he needed this kiss to breathe.

At first the kiss caught you off guard but it took you no time to kiss him back just as hard. You bit and tugged on his bottom lip. He practically growled into your mouth. The kiss was only broken when you guys pulled away for a quick suck of breath before conscious your lips again. Coriolanus managed to push you into the near by vanity and lifted you onto it without pulling away from your lips.

His finger tips dug into your hips and you moaned into the kiss. He pulled away chucking at you. He put his hand on your neck and pulled you to his face but kept your lips from touching. "Do you want me to kiss you again?" His eyes raised and he tilted his head. You nodded at him, heat pooling in between at your core and he was stood in between your legs. "Your a needy slut aren't you?" His breath hit your lips. "Shut up." You snapped and he pulled you into a hard and rough kiss. You reached forward and started to undo his buttons, racing your fingers on the small scars that where on his chest. They feeling made him shiver.

He removed his hands from your waist and neck to unto the buttons to your uniform. He left the shirt on but it was open and exposed your chest as he had removed your bra.

This time you pulled him back, one hand was on your neck putting slight pressure and the other one fumbled to lift your skirt up. His hand reached under to your panties and grazed you. "I've barley touched you and you're already dripping wet..." He taunted his right hand still on your neck. You opened your mouth but before you could even say anything you where cut off by him slipping your panties off your legs. He stuffed the panties in his pocket and lifted your chin up to look him in his eyes. "What do you want me to do?" He tilted his head slightly. "I want you to touch me." You replied not breaking eye contact.

His eyebrow raised before he lowered himself down so that his face was in better your legs. He glanced up at you one more time causing you to nod your head.

You let out a small moan when he licked a stripe up your wet cunt. "Oh fuck..." your breath hot and shakey. You felt him groan against you.

Coriolanus had been with women before, he had eaten pussy before but your taste made him feel drunk. He was eating you out like a starving man, nose bumping against your clit as he tounge fucked you. Your hips buckled up at his mouth and he used his hands to pin you down, causing you to moan out. He could feel you coming close to your orgasam.

A string of curses came from your lips as you came into his mouth. As soon as stood up your grabbed his jaw pulling him to kiss you, your taste on his tounge. He wasted no time to undo his pants and expose his cock, "I'm not going to hold back on you." He warned. "Who said I wanted you to hold back?" You tilted my head.

Once those word left your mouth, in one fast motion trusted inside you. Your fingers scratching at his back and shoulders drawing blood as he started to thrust. His right hand was on your neck lightly choking you as he fucked you. "Jesus your so fucking tight." He groaned placing his forehead on yours as he started to get a rhythm. "I still fucking hate you." You tried not to moan out, these words made him pick up the case, fucking you hard and fast. "You need to shut your mouth. Your my fucking whore. Look at you." He smirked "All fucked out practicality drooling." He grabbed your jaw forcing you to look at him.

"My pretty slut" He pounded into you, the desk shaking. He suddenly pulled out of you and you groaned at the loss.

He pulled you off the vanity only to turn you around and bend you over. You could feel him stroke himself a few times before lifting your skirt and sliding back inside of you. He looked down as he fucked you watching a white ring form around the base of his dick. You looked up into the vanity mirror you could see him, hand on your neck watching himself slide in and out of you at a rapid pace.

When he looked up he saw you in the mirror, your tips bouncing with each thrust. "Your a dumb slut aren't you?" He watched your body match his thrusts. "Fuck you Snow." You panted/moaned out.

These words made him grab your arms and pin them behind you as he trusted even faster. He was moaning as he felt you clench are his dick. You could feel him slightly falter in his rhythm. "Fuck I'm so close." You moaned, "Where do you want it? Back, mouth, ti-" he was cut off. "Inside of me. Please I- fuck. I need you."

This made the man feel desperate to finish. You felt your orgasam wash over you and you let put a loud moan, practically screaming his name.

He pulled put to finish himself when you turned and came to your knees. Your pussy dripping with your own cum.

He was large and probably too big but you still put him into your mouth wasting no time to start bobbing your head and using one of your hands to work what couldn't fit in your mouth. The other hand was between your legs as you toyed with your clit. One of his hands was behind him keeping him steady leaned against the vanity and the other had pulled your hair into a makeshift ponytail. He didn't want to hurt you but so he tried to keep himself from thrusting into you. His feelings got the best of him and he ended up practically face fucking you, while he moaned at the feeling of your mouth.

You could feel him twitch symbolizinghe was about to cum. Your pace quickened and he shot his load down your throat.

He looked down at you when you pulled away, your face sweaty with your hair sticking to it. He brought one of his thumbs to the corner of your mouth wiping away a drop of his cum from your mouth. "Good girl." He mumbled, his blonde curls now a mess.

"Such a good fucking girl..."

A/N: I can't believe I just wrote that....uhm so let me know how that was. And yea. Love ya!

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