#ED SNUFFLING IN HIS SLEEP!!!!

[lumiilys]

I have yet to recover from that post I saw that described Ed "snuffling in his sleep". It put the cutest fucking image in my head and every time i think about it i feel like i need to lie down.

[mcdynamite]

Eddie always tries to be as quiet as he can when he gets home from late shifts at the bar – holding his keys tightly so they don’t jangle too much and avoiding turning on lights if he can help it. Steve is usually asleep by the time he makes it home smelling of greasy bar food and whatever beer blew its keg that evening all over his uniform tee, and Eddie hates waking him. His boyfriend doesn’t get much sleep as it is. The last thing he needs is for Eddie to come tumbling through the door and interrupting the precious few hours he gets every night.

So every time Eddie gets home from work in the earliest hours of the new day, he tries to be as quiet as possible.

And every time, Steve wakes up anyways.

Contrary to what most people might assume, it’s actually not Eddie’s fault that Steve can never sleep through his homecomings. (Years of living in a thin-walled trailer with a man who worked nights and slept during the days made him a master of moving stealthily through his home, after all.) It’s just that Steve Harrington is the lightest sleeper who’s ever lived.

According to Steve, he wasn’t always this way – he used to sleep through alarm clocks and his mother banging on his bedroom door to get him up for school, when he was younger. No, the light sleeper thing didn’t start until after Steve learned that monsters were real, and it only got worse after Upside Down Part 2: Electric Boogaloo, when suddenly he had a whole troupe of children to worry about all night. Every little creak of the floorboards could be a demogorgon, or a preteen in need of help fighting off a pack of demodogs. Faint police sirens in the distance could be headed to Steve’s house, where some uniformed cop would come knock on the door and tell him that something had happened to one of the kids.

It sounds like a nightmare, in Eddie’s opinion – not being able to sleep more than a handful of hours a night – but Steve always shrugs it off, like he’s already gotten so used to it that he hardly notices it anymore, and Eddie thinks that might be the case. It makes him feel horribly guilty (and maybe a little sad) whenever Eddie is the cause of Steve’s late-night wakefulness, but despite his desire for his boyfriend to get the sleep he needs, Eddie can never quite force himself to be too upset whenever Steve stirs as Eddie tiptoes into their shared bedroom.

Because sleepy Steve Harrington is, frankly, infuriatingly adorable, and tonight is no exception.

He hears, rather than sees, Steve wake up in the darkness of their room. It starts with a little snuffle, then a rustling of bedsheets, and finally – like always – a gravelly, endearingly hopeful, “Eds?”

Eddie’s heart warms in his chest, melting away the ice left there by a long shift dealing with drunk idiots and coworkers who would rather bitch about their jobs than actually do them. His job is exhausting at the best of times, and downright soul-sucking at the worst, but it’s okay, because at least at the end of the day, he gets to come home to this.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he sighs tiredly, ignoring the part of him that balks at being foiled again in his quest to let Steve get some sleep. Carefully, he toes off his shoes and makes his way to the edge of the bed so he can brush a few messy strands of hair from Steve’s forehead.

Steve instantly tilts his head to press into the touch, and Eddie can’t help but smile. “Wha’time s’it?” Steve slurs.

Eddie glances at the clock on their bedside table and nearly winces when he sees just how late it is. “Almost two,” he murmurs guiltily. He can see Steve’s mouth turn down into a frown now that his eyes have adjusted to the lack of light.

“S’late,” Steve mumbles. He rolls onto his side and reaches blindly for Eddie, hand eventually wrapping around Eddie’s bony wrist and squeezing gently in a mostly subconscious show of sympathy. His eyes blink open – bleary and unfocused – and scan over Eddie’s face. “Everything ‘kay?” Even half-asleep, he’s a worrier. Eddie finds it both endearing and a little heartbreaking.

He smiles, despite himself, and begins to card his fingers through Steve’s sleep-mussed hair, an unbearably fond feeling settling in his belly when Steve lets his eyes flutter shut again. “Yeah, sweetheart, everything’s fine,” he assures his tired boyfriend. “Just a long night. Pacers game a few blocks down, y’know? Spent a whole extra hour after close catching up on bar dishes.”

Steve furrows his brow and makes a discontented noise. “Gross,” he mutters, and Eddie huffs out a laugh. God, he is so stupidly in love with this beautiful, bitchy man.

“Very,” he hums in agreement.

“Y’should come to bed,” Steve says, and his voice is almost whiny, just like it always is when he tries to coax Eddie into their bed without a proper shower. He does it almost every night, and it almost never works. It’s certainly not going to work tonight, with Eddie smelling of shitty beer and grease.

“In a bit,” Eddie sighs, bending to press a kiss to Steve’s temple. “Gotta shower first.”

Steve properly whines at that, petulantly mumbling something incoherent.

“Baby, I’m covered in Miller and fryer grease. Do you really want me getting that shit all over our pillowcases?” Eddie says fondly.

“I want you to come cuddle with me,” Steve grumbles.

It takes more effort than is probably reasonable for Eddie to stifle the cackle threatening to burst from his chest. “In a few minutes, ‘kay? Just gonna go wash off real quick, and then I’ll come cuddle, you needy little bastard.”

“You’d better,” Steve says not at all threateningly. Eddie just laughs and kisses his forehead again before dragging himself away and into their little apartment bathroom for a quick shower. There’s a ninety percent chance Steve will be asleep again by the time Eddie makes it into bed, in ten minutes, so he can’t really bring himself to feel too guilty.

Still, true to his word, he showers quickly – rinsing all of the greasy smell out of his hair and scrubbing the spilled beer from his skin. He uses the bergamot soap Steve got him for Christmas, because he knows Steve likes it, and Eddie likes when Steve likes things. (And he’ll never admit this, but he doesn’t hate the smell of bergamot, either.)

When he’s finished, he quickly towels himself off and slips on the pair of plaid boxers Steve left out on the bathroom counter for him earlier (just one of those little, caring things that Steve does every day that make Eddie love him all the more). He plaits his wet curls so he doesn’t wake up with hair worse than Doc from Back to the Future, then he finally, finally, makes his way to bed.

Steve’s breathing is a slow, steady rhythm, but the way he instantly shifts closer to Eddie the moment he climbs into bed is a clear indicator that he hasn’t quite managed to fall back to sleep yet. Eddie has hardly had a chance to pull the covers up before Steve is pushing back into him, silently demanding the safety of his arms.

Eddie is all too happy to oblige.

It’s automatic and achingly familiar when Eddie rolls onto his side and wraps his arms around Steve, pulling his boyfriend close so Steve’s back is pressed to his front. Even then, it doesn’t seem to be close enough for Steve, who wiggles back even further until it nearly becomes impossible to tell where he ends and Eddie begins. It’s so disgustingly sweet that Eddie sort of wants to cry. Instead, he buries his nose in the crook of Steve’s neck and leaves a soft kiss just behind his ear.

“Hi, baby,” Eddie breathes as Steve rests one of his hands atop the one Eddie has tucked under his side and laces their fingers together. He leans forward slightly to kiss Steve’s cheek, just because he can, and before he can pull away to settle against the pillow, Steve turns his head to capture Eddie’s lips in a soft, barely-there kiss. The kind of kiss that instantly settles even the most frantic parts of Eddie’s soul.

“Hey,” Steve murmurs, lips still brushing together, and Eddie can both hear and feel the way his mouth has curved upwards into a smile. Eddie gives him one more peck on the lips before they both fall into their pillows again. “Missed you,” Steve whispers. It makes Eddie smile and shake his head with tired amusement.

“Missed you, too,” he whispers, even though it’s only been ten or so hours since they last saw each other. Christ, when did he become such a goddamn sap?

(He knows the answer to that question, obviously. Eddie “The Freak” became Eddie “The Sap” the first time Steve Harrington looked at him with that secret little smile on his face – the one he reserves for Eddie and Eddie alone, these days. The one that silently says, I love you.)

Steve hums contentedly and snuggles deeper into Eddie. God, he’s so fucking sweet like this. Eddie loves him so fucking much.

“Go back to sleep, sweetheart,” Eddie says softly, moving his free hand to run his fingers through Steve’s hair, because he knows it helps his baby sleep.

Steve’s voice is already sleepy again when he murmurs, “’kay,” and then, even softer: “Love you.”

Eddie smiles. Holds Steve just a little bit tighter. Gives Steve’s hand an extra little squeeze and marvels at the fact that after everything – after murder accusations and monsters and government payouts and three fucking years as a senior at Hawkins High – he gets to have this. And sure, maybe he’s feeling a little extra sappy because of the simple ring he’s got buried in his guitar case – the one Robin helped him pick out just a few days ago, even though they can’t technically get married in the state of Indiana. Maybe that’s why he smiles a bit wider tonight with Steve in his arms…why his heart thumps a bit harder at every sleepy snuffle his boyfriend makes…

But the sappiness stopped bothering him a long time ago, when his sharpest edges were sanded out by the presence of the little family he found in the aftermath of the Upside Down, so Eddie doesn’t mind. Soon, he’ll be able to fall asleep next to his fiancé, instead of his boyfriend. They’ll get to call all of their adoptive rugrats and tell them the news, and Steve will be beaming so brightly it might just blind him. And it’ll be perfect.

For now, Eddie just lets himself sink into the warmth of having Steve Harrington in his arms.

And he sleeps.

This is for @steddie-week Day 5: Established Relationship. Just a little ficlet that popped into my head at literally 2 in the morning. I hope y'all enjoy!

[starryeyedjanai]

When Eddie gets home from work, Steve's conked out on the couch, little snuffling sounds leaving his mouth every time he breathes out, loud snorting sounds erupting from him when he breathes in.

Eddie whips his phone out, starting to record immediately.

Steve never believes him when Eddie tells him that he snores when he’s napping.

He doesn't snore at night in their bed, only when he’s sprawled out on the couch like this.

When Eddie lays down for a nap with Steve on the weekends, curled up with him on the couch, he’s always woken up by the grumbling of Steve's snores. And Steve never believes him when Eddie wakes him up to tell him he’s been snoring.

Eddie’s been working swing shift during the weekend lately, so he hasn't been home for their afternoon naps and hasn't been able to get proof until now.

He stalks closer and keeps the camera pointed at Steve until he has enough evidence that he thinks Steve will finally believe him.

He stops the video and plops down on top of Steve, startling him out of his sleep.

“Wha— Ed?”

“Wake up, sleeping beauty, I’ve got a video for you to watch.”

[piratecaptainscaptainpirates]

Ed hadn't meant to wake Stede up.

Their bedroom was starting to look like an actual bedroom, lately, filling up with knick-knacks and trinkets and all sorts of odds and ends, and in the early-morning light the walls were pink. Ed's body hadn't gotten used to it, not yet, still woke him up at the crack of dawn most days. So he'd turned on his side, looking at Stede, still fast asleep, drooling on the pillow, a bit, and -

Fuck, but he was beautiful.

Ed reached out, feather-light, to cup Stede's cheek, brush a thumb over wrinkles and skin. Stede snuffled, pressing his cheek into Ed's palm.

"Mrrm," Stede grumbled, then, a questioning little noise.

"Nothing," Ed whispered. "Go back to sleep."

Stede brought one sleepy hand up to hold Ed's hand against his face, shifted it to kiss his palm. "Everything alright?"

"Yeah," Ed said, and then, because he'd never really been the best at bottling it up, "do you think we'll get to have this? For long enough, I mean?"

"Ed," Stede sighed sleepily, "can we reschedule this emotional crisis for no earlier than six in the morning?"

"Sorry," Ed mumbled, starting to feel a bit guilty -

Stede's eyes opened properly, because he might've been a bit of a bitch but he could read Ed damn well, and his fingers laced with Ed's. "Don't be sorry. I'll wake up at the - the fucking asscrack of dawn if you need me to."

Ed snorted, eyes shifting to land on the pink wall. "I just - it's, uh...d'you think maybe this is too good? That we won't get to keep it? That one morning we'll wake up and it'll be just like this but then something will happen and it'll be gone? Maybe we'll get hurt, or the English will find us, or..."

"Oh, Ed." Stede eased up onto his elbows, holding his arms open. "C'mere, sweet man."

Ed tucked himself into Stede's arms with a grateful sigh, pillowing his head on his chest.

"I wish I knew," Stede said. "I wish I could promise you forever. I wish I could promise you all the time in the world. But -"

"You can't."

"I can't," Stede finished. "But...sweet pea, I don't know about you, but I love our life too much to spend every day worrying about when it's going to end. We can make up emergency plans, if you like. We have options. The next thing we work on can be the escape hatch we were talking about it. But we don't have to fix everything all at once. We're together. Right now, we're safe, and together, and in love. That's gotta count for something, right?"

Ed let his breath out in a long sigh, tucking his face into the side of Stede's neck. "I love you."

"I know." Stede tapped the tip of Ed's nose with his finger. "I love you."

"Yeah." Ed smiled against Stede's skin. "I know."

Then Stede was muttering something about how they'd be better able to scheme up contingency plans and emergency plans and precautionary measures if they were both well-rested, and Ed got the hint.

It would always be weird. Ed didn't know if he'd ever stop scanning the horizon, if he'd ever feel fully like the fragile peace they had was something that could last, that they could keep. But Stede was right - he loved his life too much to waste it on worrying about when it was going to be over.

So Ed listened as Stede's breathening evened out, and he clenched his fingers in Stede's nightshirt and buried his nose in his hair and breathed in, breathed out, as he settled in for the rest of their forever.

[sleepywinchesters]

Can I ask for anything buddietommy soft sexy smut thingies 👀

"Hey baby," Eddie said, settling into bed behind Tommy.

Buck was sprawled across half the bed, one arm slung over Tommy, a leg hanging off the end of the bed, snoring softly. Tommy was on his side facing him.

"Hey. How was your shift?"

"Boring. Couple car accidents, kitchen fire, heart attacks. Nothing too wild."

He snuggled closer against Tommy's back, pressing a line of kisses down his neck. Tommy was shirtless and Eddie could already feel himself perking up, dick twitching in his briefs.

"Little pent up there?" Tommy asked.

"Thought about you guys all shift. Was hoping Buck would still be awake."

Tommy turned carefully, doing his best not disrupt Buck's sleep. He earned a soft snuffle, a break in the steady snores, but managed to face Eddie without waking up their partner. He tugged Eddie into a deep kiss, licking into his mouth, hands working up under his shirt.

"I think I can manage," Tommy said, pulling away.

"I think you can," Eddie said.

He sat up, pulling his shirt off. He pulled Tommy back into a kiss letting himself get lost in it. He could feel Tommy's hands clutch his back, rubbing long lines up and down. He pressed against Tommy, grinding a little against his thigh.

"Take what you need, baby. Evan got me off earlier. Wanna feel you."

"Tell me about it," Eddie said, tilting his head back, letting Tommy trail a line of kisses down his neck.

He heard Buck stir behind Tommy, and it only took a second for his rumpled curls to appear above Tommy's shoulder. He was clearly only half awake, but getting with the program. He pressed a kiss to the back of Tommy's neck before resting his head on Tommy's shoulder.

"I'll tell you all about it," Buck said. "Tommy, suck him off."

"Sir, yes sir," Tommy said, pulling a laugh out of them both.

Tommy turned to kiss Buck, carefully angling it so Eddie could see their tongues tangle. Buck's resulting groan was more than enough to get him the rest of the way hard, and he shucked his pants and underwear, tossing them to the side of the bed to be dealt with later. Tommy adjusted his thigh, giving Eddie a better angle to grind against him, leaving a trail of precome along the muscle.

"It's too bad you were on shift, Eds. He was so pretty for me, opened up nice and easy."

Tommy flicked one of Eddie's nipples before capturing it between his fingers to pull a little. Eddie arched up into it instinctively, Tommy's hands familiar with how sensitive he could be with the right amount of pressure.

"Bet he's probably still open," Buck said. "Had him rolling against my face, begging for more, even when I was already 3 fingers deep. You know how he gets so flushed when he gets desperate for it, huh Eddie? Just like you do."

Tommy shoved back the covers, the cool air making him and Buck both shiver. His hand wrapped around Eddie's cock, jerking him slowly. Eddie grunted, pushing his hips forward. Tommy was level with his hip now, pressing a kiss there.

"Thought he told you to suck me off," Eddie said, grabbing his curls.

"Thought you weren't gonna be a brat about it," Buck said. "C'me here."

Near silence fell over everything. It was just the sound of Tommy's hand stroking him, skin on skin, and Buck kissing him. The wet noises of their mouths made him twitch in Tommy's grasp. He knew Tommy wasn't going to be able to go again tonight, and neither was Buck probably, but it was nice to hope. He moaned into Buck's mouth when Tommy finally gave a kitten lick to the head of his cock.

"Where was I?" Buck asked.

"Telling me how good our man is for you. How well he took your giant dick earlier."

"Right, right. Nice and easy, Tommy. Just the head for now. Want him to wait, see how close I can get him from just me telling him how well you did. How good you made me feel earlier. Riding me like you were born to do nothing else."

Tommy hummed his assent, the vibrations going right up Eddie's spine, making his hips twitch. Tommy gripped his hips, holding him still.

"Good job."

Buck looked between him and Eddie, Tommy's mouth work just a little, trying to suck more precome out of Eddie, just to have the tang across his tongue. He looked obscene, eyes closed, focused on Eddie. He glanced up at Eddie who watching him, waiting for him to continue.

"Should have seen his tits bounce while he was riding me," Buck said, reaching to play with Eddie's nipples. "We should put him in lace sometime. Something pretty and purple just so they aren't so distracting. Maybe tie him to the bed and get him off."

"Yes," Eddie said, finding his voice. "He'd look so good. His dick with all those pretty patterns marked into it. Fuck, Tommy. You feel so good."

Tommy had given a particularly hard suck, derailing Eddie's train of thought. His hand tightened in Tommy's hair.

"Close already, Eddie?" Buck asked, low in his ear. He dragged his teeth down Eddie's earlobe. "Wanna hear how good he felt wrapped around my cock. You know how tight he gets when he's about to come and it's all you can do to hold on? I brought him to the edge twice before I let him come, and it was only because if I did anymore I was gonna come. And now, look at him, his lips around your cock. You know he wants more right? To take you down?"

Eddie felt surrounded, affection welling in him. Heat was starting to coil in his abdomen, and he'd be embarassed by his stamina, but he'd been thinking of them all shift. Buck was touching him like he was something precious, and Tommy was focused solely on his pleasure.

"Let him have it. Buck, please. Let him. Wanna feel it."

Tommy whined, low in the back of his throat, clearly in agreement. Buck's hand joined Eddie's in Tommy's hair.

"Want him to come down your throat, Tommy? Let him fuck your face?"

Tommy pulled off enough to answer. "Yes. Yes. Eddie, please."

"Go ahead," Buck said.

Eddie felt his balls draw up, and he know Tommy did to, from the way his hand went up to roll them so gently. He returned his mouth to Eddie's dick, taking in more this time. He bobbed his head a few times, finding a real rhythm before he sunk down.

Heat surrounded Eddie, blood rushing in his ears. Buck twisted his nipple hard enough to make him gasp as Tommy sank down as far as he could, nose brushing his pubic mound. Eddie's eyes rolled back. Tommy's throat constricting around him was wonderful. All he could think was hot, wet, close."

"Go on, Eddie. Come."

Eddie was helpless to do anything but obey. Buck's voice was in his ear, Tommy's hands hot on his thighs as he let Eddie thrust into his mouth, chasing his high. It felt punched out of him, and Tommy sucked him through it, swallowing everything he had to give.

He pulled Tommy off, over-sensitivity creeping in, and pulled him up to lick the taste of himself out of his mouth. He heard Buck hum contentedly as he settled back into his pillow.

"Thanks," Eddie said, low enough for only Tommy to hear.

"Anytime. Gotta get some sleep?"

"Yeah."

Eddie sank down onto the pillow, head pillowed on Tommy's chest. Buck's hand searched for his, and he intertwined their fingers before drifting off.

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[steddieas-shegoes]

oh they are definitely very early in their relationship but Eddie's wanted to marry from from day one, maybe even before: Eddie walks over and gently tosses a blanket over Steve and kisses his forehead. "Sweet dreams, darling." And when Steve sleepily snuffles, blearily opens one eye,and reaches out toward him slurring out "come 'ere baby. lets sleep now. hold me, Eds?" how can Eddie resist?

i am a puddle on the fuckin' floor bestie. which is awkward to explain at the hockey rink.

you're so right. sleepy steve curling into eddie's side until he's basically an extension of eddie. eddie kissing the top of his head when they settle, letting his lips stay there even though steve's hair tickles, just so he can be as close as possible. steve tapping three times for 'i love you' against his chest when he's too tired to even say anything.

[falling-star-cygnus]

I was an anon on some of your asks, the ones about Billy's past concerning his relationship with the Sons of Calydon and how the Cunning Hares might react to it, and I want to say that I love the amnesic Billy fic you made and I hope you keep making more fics because you're good at writing Billy!

Also, I just wanted to ask you if you can make a fic about Billy having an awkward or heartwarming reunion or homecoming with the Sons of Calydon and the people of the Outer Ring because ZZZ 1.2 is coming out soon. There have been leaks of characters and the new map area, and the new video about the Outer Ring was awesome, so the idea of Billy telling the Cunning Hare girls about his previous life and reconnecting with the people he once knew would be so nice to write.

I’M SO SORRY, THIS IS SO LATE -> and thank you so much for your kind words!

as of late, i've decided to close my inbox to focus on the requests I've already received :3 when those have been completed it'll be reopened, should y'all still be a fan <3

please forgive my tardiness, i do hope you've liked the Sons of Calydon content i've made thus far :{

So... sleepy..

Piper leans against the railing of the warm roof, lazily watching all the people go about their lives. It was such a nice sunny day.. perfect for a.. little... nap.

Or it would be.

Were she not being PELTED with ROCKS-

Itty bitty ones, Lucy's boars weren't mean, but the click-click-clack of pebbles against her forehead was annoying! Cruel, even, as it prevented the blonde from taking full advantage of the afternoon sun.

Ah.. but Caesar wanted her to keep a look out.

Meh.

Cracking open her mossy greens took more effort than Piper was willing to expend for such a menial task, buuut she powered through. Quite bravely, might she add. The two boars- one stacked atop the other- snuffled approvingly and finally, finally stopped their onslaught.

...huh?

Piper recounted.

Huh?

Two boars? Surely, that wasn't right.

One, two-

...

Piper rubbed her eyes.

One piggy, two piggy, three.... ee?

"Yowch! I'm awake, I'm awake!" the small girl whines, futilely raising her arms to block the next barrage of pebbles.

Counting sheep, pigs, what's the difference?

One more quick survey of the roof shows Piper that- yep, her eyes were not fogged with sleep... only two little boars were up here.

...oh no.

"LUCY'S GONNA KILL MEEEEEHEEHE!"

-><-...-><-

Piper now faces a new dilemma.

She can't leave the roof, Caesar explicitly told her to keep an eye on the people of Sixth Street. Or- well, she can't leave this area. She could probably leave the roof. Hm.

But if Caesar never finds out she left the area...

The two boars look at each other curiously, and then shrug as the blonde biker leans over the railing. If Piper can just spot a glimpse of red leather, she can grab it and get back to watching before the other two even suspect a thing.

Well.

She spots red leather alright.

About four shades too bright.

Is that...?

"Billy?"

The android stops humming, his endearingly goofy jaunt down the street coming to a confused halt. He'd gotten more expressive since he left the Sons..

Piper's hands twitch on the railing.

"If I run and jump at Billy, he will most certainly catch me in his arms," Burnice had said one day, before taking off running towards their android.

"Wait- Burnice, I'm holding Lucy!"

In the end, he didn't drop either of them. Lucy had been hastily moved to sit on his right bicep and the resident pyromaniac had koala-ed onto his side.

The verbal beatdown Lucy had given her was brutal, but it almost didn't matter when the three dissolved into laughs and cheers. All Piper could remember in her sleepy haze was...

..wanting to join them.

Billy left the Sons a few days after that- all without a word to the two youngest members.

Two yellow glass eyes meet mossy green irises.

The sleepy girl jumps.

"PIPER!?"

The android's arms are surprisingly comfy to land in- probably due to the spin he threw the two into to minimize impact- and it feels a little like tucking herself into bed.

Distantly, she can hear Billy squawking about 'giving him a warning first' and 'what if he hadn't caught her' and other junk. Like Billy would have ever let her 'splat against the pavement.' He was wayyy too protective for that.

She should've done this sooner... Piper already knew the android was comfy to lean on after so many nights curled into his side, but- eh... too much effort.

"Piper-?"

"Androids that disappear overnight don't get to say shit."

And oh. She was crying. When.. did that happen? It was like a dam broke somewhere in her chest- so much time had passed of resentment growing so silently that she hadn't even noticed it burned until she was face to face with the lighter.

Mechanic hands jolt from where they're holding under her legs and shoulders. Piper buries her face into his shoulder with a hiccup.

"Why didn't you tell us? Me and Lucy. Why did you just leave?"

It's a long second before Billy answers.

Uncharacteristically long, enough so that Piper wonders- through a blur of tears she can't stop- if he's going to respond at all or just keep rocking the sleepy girl like she's some child.

"...I'm sorry," the android settles on eventually, "I knew that if I saw you two again, I wouldn't be able to leave. That- wasn't fair of me. To just disappear on you."

It wasn't, and Piper hates that answer because it's true. She knows that if she somehow knew Billy Kid was going to leave that she'd ask him to stay and she knows he would have. And...

She's heard how happy he is with the Cunning Hares. From Caesar and Lighter and news headlines and the Phaethon siblings. Its.. not fair to take that from him either.

"You're the worst," she sniffs, clinging on to his shoulders, "I'm telling Burnice about the time you broke her flamethrower."

"What!? We agreed to blame that on Lucy's pigs!"

Piper stiffens immediately. Lucy's boars. Oh no.

"Piper?"

"I TOTALLY FORGOT I LOST ONE OF THEM!"

"YOU WHAT!?"

[Lucy sneezes somewhere on Sixth Street, and her loyal boar hands her a tissue]

[katyawriteswhump]

the freak in the penthouse part 15

I swore I posted this here, but seems not... getting ready to post the end this weekend, hopefully.

E-rated (for sexual content), accidental millionaire eddie/sex-worker steve. On tumblr: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3.1 Part 3.2 Part 4.1 Part 4.2 Part 5.1 Part 5.2 Part 6.1 Part 6.2 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 or search #thefreakinthepenthouse :) On AO3

Chapter 15: Reunion (part 1)

Eddie lingered in that warm, fuzzy twilight zone between sleep and wakefulness. He didn’t want to wake up.

His dream—at least, the parts of it trickling back to him—had been hot, hot, hot, and sweeter than a glut of cotton candy. He’d been back in his tiny room in Wayne’s trailer, with his beloved warlock framed back on the wall where she belonged. He’d been back where he belonged, killing nine-minute ballads on air guitar and making luuuurve sweet luuurve with the guy he was beyond crazy about and…

…what the hell?

Eddie began to wake up for real. The happy glow in his breast totally rivalled his boner. Possibly because he’d gotten his nose buried in a mass of messy and mildly sticky hair.

He was spooning Steve.

His eyes flew wide, and his heart lurched. Not a dream. 

The reality of yesterday totalled him. Every inch of his body tingled with joy. He notched his chin on Steve’s shoulder and burrowed in Steve’s hair, inhaling his own cheap dime-store soap. Slowly, careful not to wake Steve, Eddie crawled an arm over him, wandering fingers under Steve’s t-shirt and through the tangle of hair on his chest.

This was real. Oh my God. It was REAL, which set fears scuttling like cockroaches in the darker corners of his mind.  He was on the run from the law. The trailer, devoid of most of his old stuff, rocked post-apocalyptic vibes. The pair of them snuggled on a camp bed so miniscule that they could barely move without risking a tumble over the side.

He was grinning so hard his face ached.

Because, stuck in the penthouse, this had become his ultimate dream. Not fame as a rockstar, nor even regaining his riches for any other reason than to help Steve. 

This.  

Eddie closed his eyes, snuggled even closer—not deliberately notching his morning wood into the cleft of Steve’s ass, though it happened anyway.

Dammit, almost wish you weren’t so sexy, Sweetheart.

Because this moment was as pure and perfect as this crappy old world could serve up. And usually the mere concept of ‘pure’ gave him the heebie-jeebies. Since that first morning, when they’d basically been strangers, they’d never woken up like this. Steve had always rushed off to work, and Eddie had wakened hours later, listless and hungover, kinda guilty.

Existing only to see Steve again.

When they’d shared that sleazy, silky Playboy bed, he’d usually been so out of it on drink and drugs, that he’d barely even listened to Steve snuffle and softly snore.

As he did now.

Not strangers anymore. No more secrets. 

Yeah, they’d not discussed everything, and he knew Steve wanted to tell him more but struggled. Still, only a few hours together had reminded him how well he knew Steve, and also that it was a total gift that he’d still much to discover.

Like how Steve’s snoring was the most adorable sound that he’d ever heard.

Eddie pulled the blanket up over them both and held Steve tight while he slept on.

…

The previous day

“I love you too,” murmured Eddie. “Never leave me again, Babe. Never.” 

“Not planning on it,” replied Steve, who seemed as dizzied by events as Eddie. They stood in the trailer, rain still pattering on the roof, clasping each other tight. And reeling in the afterglow of a kiss that’d stopped the freakin’ world spinning on its axis for a good thirty seconds. “You’re the one who did the Houdini act, Eds.”

Eddie’s knees sagged slightly, and he rested his forehead to Steve’s. “I’m sorry. I flaked out. I had to get out of the city pronto and I didn’t want to drag you into things with the cops on my tail, and... How is this even real? Hey, are you cold, Stevie?” Eddie pressed his knuckles to Steve’s cheek, his brow. “You’re damp. Hold on, how come you’re not wetter? This weather is mental! You want me to turn the heating on?” 

“Christ, stop clucking. I’m good.” Eddie glanced around his bombsite to locate his mini convector heater. Steve grabbed Eddie’s frantic fingers and pressed them to his own lips. “Wayne gave me a ride over and leant me an umbrella.”

Eddie’s head spun faster and faster. 

Wayne.

That explained a smidgen of this deliciously unholy miracle. 

They stood there staring at each other, hearts pounding like they’d both sprinted all forty-one storeys of that lowlife hotel. A small, hopeful smile flirted on the mouth Eddie obsessed over. He flitted his attention, over and over, between Steve’s lips and his pretty eyes, those gorgeous curling lashes. 

Yeah, this was a little weird, them staring at each other. Not as uncomfortable as it perhaps should be, and boy, Eddie basked in it.

If parting had taught him one thing, it was that every part of Steve was precious to him—every hair, whether gelled or wild, and every adorably lick-able mole. He was in goddamn thrall to the guy, as if they’d been parted for far longer than a few days.

“How did you find Wayne?” he asked, blinking himself out of his trance.

“I hooked up with your brainbox techy chums, you know, Suzie and… Hold on, that can wait.” Steve’s sudden scowl verged on a pout, setting Eddie simply dying to kiss him again. Also, fizzing with unease. “I’m not mad about you running from the cops. Great parting shot with the guitar, dude—you got me arrested!”

“Whut?”

“Jimi Hendrix’s guitar! It was real, you numbskull! And stolen—like, what the fuck? I tried to sell it and… I mean, that did get all of us together to find you, so I guess it had an upside, and Dustin started wittering about… Oh God! You’re too far away.” There was about six inches between their noses. “I don’t give a shit about any of it. I missed you so much, Eddie.”

…

Steve couldn’t quite believe this was real.

A few minutes ago, he’d been lost, rooted to the spot, his nerves knotting so tightly he felt sick. The muted beat leaking from the run-down trailer—muffled further by the noise of the rain pelting onto Wayne’s umbrella—hadn’t been enough to convince him the search was truly over.

Now, they clung to each other, clung and kissed, and there were so many words to spit out, so much to clear up. Thank Christ he didn’t need words to show Eddie how he felt, nor to be sure what Eddie felt for him was real. He was kissing Eddie like he wanted to drown in him, working the kiss like both their lives depended on it.

The fact they’d both spluttered out the ‘l’ word seemed almost redundant.

He’d never tire of the taste of Eddie. Though today, Eddie tasted slightly different for sure. Steve’s tongue swept tinges of honey crunch and coffee, maybe a hint of minty toothpaste, and best of all, something uniquely, addictively Eddie.

Something else struck him, and he broke the kiss, kind of abrupt: “You quit smoking?” 

“I did.” Eddie dabbed his wet lips with his tongue and Steve found himself mimicking him. “I’m on the nicotine patches, other than that, total cold turkey. Gives me the jitters ten times a day, but—"

“You didn’t have to,” mumbled Steve, awkward, as Eddie backed him toward a giant beanbag, one of the few pieces of furniture on the paper-strewn floor. He bounced down onto it, tugging Steve with him. They landed and sprang straight back into each other’s arms.

“I wanted to, Babe. Ya know, I need my demon vocal cords on tiptop form for when I’m killin’ the Superbowl. I’m not a natural songbird like you.”

“Bullshit.” Steve lightly backhanded Eddie’s chest, but… Ugh. Eddie made light of it. They both knew the real reason why he quit. Eddie had been dreaming of a future with Steve.

And the past few days he’d kept the faith, too, right? Under darn trying circumstances, to be fair.

“I better double check I still like the taste of you.” He kissed Eddie again. No tongues this time, he just touched his lips against Eddie’s, reminding himself how lush and soft they were. Eddie went with it, touching and brushing, the back of his knuckles lightly stroking Steve’s cheek in the whispering ghost of a caress. Steve lazily winded his arms around Eddie’s shoulders.

Soon, he also grinded his semi against the very prominent bulge in the front of Eddie’s sweatpants. It was the dumb beanbag’s fault for rolling them together, basically dick-to-dick.

“Want me to do something about that?” asked Steve. “Hope you’ve got something better to use as lube than that jar of peanut butter I spotted.”

Eddie licked his lips—damn, why was that so fucking erotic? Then everything got complicated:

“What do you want, Stevie? Look, kissing you always makes me hard. We don’t have to leap straight into the gorey stuff. I mean, I’m sorry about the guitar. Jesus, I can’t believe I got you arrested. I’m sorry about so fucking much.”

Steve took a beat, flinched from Eddie’s super-sweet intensity. 

What did he, Steve Harrington, want, right at this moment? 

He had a ton to apologise about too. Some of those apologies sent him tumbling into areas that his memory had basically cordoned off with some hardcore crime-scene tape. Even he, dumb as a brick that he was, understood that. He was still dog-tired, though jacked up on Wayne’s coffee, and lost in Eddie’s gaze, and…

Cut the crap, Harrington. You know what you want.

“Things are totally different now,” Eddie was saying. “We need to start over. Figure out… Gnnng, fuck!” 

Eddie’s eyes crossed daftly. Steve plunged his hand down the front of Eddie’s baggy sweatpants and began giving him a lazy hand-job.

“Thought that might shut you up, Munson.”

Steve giggled. Fucking giggled! He’d hardly laughed in days. Not even when Robin “deconstructed superficial categories of sex and age” by illustrating how she kicked some ass at terrible dad dancing. So yeah, he totally needed this. Moments later, they’d scrambled each other’s shirts off over their heads. Steve nearly whacked Eddie’s teeth out in the process, and they’d both gotten their pants pooled around their thighs. They giggled together like idiots, and all Steve’s thoughts rushed in tandem with his blood, to where Eddie stroked him into a gorgeous frenzy.

Eddie sure knew his way around a hand-job, slowly pressuring that g-spot on the underside of Steve’s dick, then smearing over Steve’s nub. Okay, when he touched that part, Steve was never gonna last too long. They resumed those featherlight kisses, moaning into each other’s throats. Then spattering, pretty much as one, over each other’s skin.

Steve kept on giggling and giggling.  He wasn’t even sure why, apart from this was a release he desperately needed.

“I’d been dreaming of that,” sighed Eddie, hand still cupping Steve’s softening dick. 

“Jerking off together like a couple of dumb teens?” panted Steve, flopping his head back and taking in a little more the trailer interior: “Sheesh! What is this place anyhow?”

“Oh, I lived here with Wayne from when I was 11. Nobody took up the lease when I bought the house, so it’s been empty for a couple of years. It’s a dump, huh?”

“It stinks of you,” smiled Steve. “The new you, Eds. I totally love it.” 

“Well, you might have to get used to it,” sighed Eddie. “Remember how I was stuck in the penthouse? Well, now I’m kinda stuck here, and… C’mon, if you were here and I still smoked, I’d kill you.”

“I’d survive,” mumbled Steve, squirming a little, and then, wonder of wonders, he stuttered it out: “Erm… thank you? I honestly appreciate it. Though it’s not like we’re stuck here for… Oh!” He read the rest of the truth in Eddie’s still guilt-stricken eyes. Thunder rumbled outside, low and distant. “You mean, you’re stuck like you were stuck in the penthouse?”

“Oh yeah, Baby,” crooned Eddie. “Getting this far nearly did for me. Guess the cops will probably drag me out sooner or later, tho’.”

Not if I can help it , thought Steve. Thunder rolled again, loud enough to set his pulse jumping. The rain bounced like bullets off the metal roof, and Eddie, cool enough, spilled more about how he’d got here. 

He kept things light, skirting around the ‘incident’ at the hotel. Poking out his tongue and being silly, though what he’d been forced to face must’ve been a living nightmare.

Icy fear tightened around Steve’s heart. The rain eased off.

He wanted nothing more than to help Eddie get over his agoraphobia. Truth was, he could help get the police off Eddie’s back too.

“You okay, darling?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Steve flapped a hand breezily. “It’s just before, we didn’t talk about important shit. Then you opened up to me, like you are now. I totally didn’t. Which sucks. There’s so much I need to tell you, Eddie. It’s not all bad stuff. Some of it is actually good, I guess. It’s just… really, really difficult for me.”

“It’s fine, Baby. Take your time. Or keep mum. Unless you can hear any police choppers hovering above that uproarious downpour, I got all the time in the world.” Eddie trailed his thumb down Steve’s stubbly cheek. Steve flinched from Eddie’s tight, if loving, scrutiny. “You wanna eat? Drink? I got half a flask of coffee left and—"

“I’m good. Kinda sticky, tho’.” He smeared his hand down Eddie’s tats. He’d missed them, too. “Does this place have a working shower?”

“Oh, I reckon I could get a trickle out of it, but… I got a better idea.” 

“Woah… What ya… Jesus, Eddie, you’re gonna kill me.”

Eddie had rolled off the beanbag, and was nudging his way between Steve’s legs. His hands crawled up Steve’s thighs, revelling in the stickiness. Steve shrugged and slid toward where Eddie lavished attention on him with hands and now also tongue. Steve’s dick, still soft in the wake of their recent adventures, perked up a little. “I’m not gonna be able to… oh shit.”

“You like?” Eddie’s earnest question was hilarious and life-affirming all at once.

“Love, Eddie. I love it.”

Steve flopped back, exhaling unsteadily, sinking snugly into the beanbag. Eddie licked around Steve’s balls and the base of his dick. He made dopey “Mmmm, mmmm” noises, easily coaxing from Steve that renewed flush of blood. He kissed his way along Steve’s dick, then slid his lips over his tip, where fresh pre-come mingled with Eddie’s saliva.

The press of those lush lips and tongue against around his dick felt fucking amazing. Eddie palpably luxuriated in it. All Steve could do was clench his fist in Eddie’s hair, clench and unclench, and rut lightly into Eddie’s mouth.

Back in the hotel, Steve had felt kinda guilty when Eddie blew him. Like he also did when Eddie ate him out or gifted one of those kickass hand-jobs. Eddie had always been so desperate to make sure Steve came too, that it bordered on exhausting.

Steve still wasn’t convinced he could climax again so soon. It was mega-fun finding out, and the demonically sexy glint in Eddie’s eyes cheered him on. If the storm raged on outside, his own heavy breaths smothered it. His sacs tightened, and waves of tingling pleasure surged, each better than the last. By the time Eddie sucked him deep, Steve was pretty much at the point of no return. The delicate flutters at the back of Eddie’s mouth, alternated with the scrub of Eddie’s tongue, sealed the deal.

“Yes, yes, yes… Eddieeeeee!”

He came harder than the first time, hand flying from Eddie’s hair to twist in his own, screaming hoarsely as he rode out the rush. Eddie’s eyes kept grinning wickedly, while he swallowed.

He slid off Steve’s shaft, slapped his glowingly red come-spattered lips. “You taste totally metal, Baby. Who needs Skippy’s creamy?”

“We do,” gasped Steve, as Eddie crawled back onto the beanbag beside him, “if you’re gonna stop messing around and fuck me.”

“You really want that?”

All Steve could do was gawk. “I always wanted you, Eddie. In every which way. Yeah, I was kinda surprised at the start. Sex had not exactly been much fun for me, not since I was fooling around as a kid. But, honest to God, you made it more than fun—and you being the hottest freak on the planet was one of the main reasons I took the job.”

Okay, talking about this proved unexpectedly simple. Especially when Eddie did one of his ditzy smiles, wrapping his hair coyly around a finger. “Aw, shucks.”

“I’m not saying what we did wasn’t totally fucked up,” continued Steve. “But that first night, you spent more time with your fingers up my ass than your dick. The only part which was hard labor was how you always wanted to get me off too. You cared that I was enjoying it, and I was. I wasn’t faking, okay? Hardly ever. So no guilt trips.”

“Ooookay,” said Eddie, frowning, now idly twisting Steve’s hair around his fingertip. “But you—”

Steve placed his hand over Eddie’s wet mouth. “Seriously, you have got something better to use as lube than the peanut butter, right?”

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kinktober day 6: Steve/Eddie

& monster!sex/oviposition

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MNDI - rated: E - cws under the cut

Cw: monster things, scratching, threats of bodily harm, choking, belly bulge, oviposition, possible dubcon if you’re really sensitive, Steve’s willing but Eddie’s kind of being forced.

Don’t think too hard about the monster lore in this, I’m just making it up as I go.

Pulled away from his dream by snuffling at the back of his neck, he wasn’t thrown fully awake until he felt hands grab his hips and something hard pushed into his back. He jolted then froze, trying to figure out what was happening. 

“Shhh, it’s me. It’s okay. Sorry. You smell so good. Couldn’t- oh shit, couldn’t help myself.”

“Eddie?” He’d spent the night, sleeping in the guest room next door. Steve gasped as the fingers on his hips dug in with sharper points. He looked down to find that claws were extended from Eddie’s fingers, slicing through his boxers. “Eddie? What is happening?”

“I’m not sure. I feel real weird, like my insides are boiling. I could smell you from my bed.” His voice changed somehow, rumbling behind him, making Steve’s eyebrows raise and his dick twitch. “I couldn’t hold myself back anymore. Need to claim you.”

“Holy shit, Eds. I- uh. Can you get your claws out of me? I just wanna turn around.” He felt more than heard the low sound of assent from behind him, and the claws did retract but the hands didn’t. Eddie let them trace his sides and waist as he slowly flipped to his back then his other side. Steve’s eyes widened further once he was facing him. 

Eddie’s eyes were red. Like hot magma was burning behind them. Steve stared into them without blinking until Eddie rumbled a low growl at him and pushed his hard cock into his belly. Then Steve looked down. 

“Fuck, Eddie. Is that- uh, I mean is-“ How did you ask someone if their dick had always been this huge? They’d been swimming today. Steve had leant him trunks. There was no way this had fit into them. Pulling another gasp from him, as he watched, the head of his cock split apart and moved. It was like it was reaching out for him. 

“It’s definitely new,” he sighed. He tore his eyes away from the appendage and saw what else was new. Eddie’s arms, shoulders, chest were bulkier, like he’d grown thirty pounds of muscle while he was sleeping. He gulped. 

“What happened to you?” he finally breathed, his hand moving to ghost over Eddie’s chest. 

“I don’t know, all I know is I want you, everything is screaming at me to claim you. Make you mine.” His voice rumbled again and his eyes changed to red in the blink of an eye. “Ruin you.”

“H-how would you do that?”

As he watched, his eyes shifted back to brown and his voice went back to Eddie, but sounding overwhelmed and strained. “It wants me to shove myself inside of you. It doesn’t seem picky. But I- uh, the part of me that’s still me I guess, is trying to hold it back.”

Steve eyes widened even more. That shouldn’t have his dick showing interest and subtly meeting Eddie’s little aborted thrusts against him. He looked down again at the ridiculously large cock. 

“If we do that, do you think you’ll go back to, like, normal? It’ll help?” Suddenly he couldn’t not touch him, running his hand down the muscled chest to the base of his dick. 

Eddie groaned. “I’m not sure. I don’t know what this is. But uh- if you’re going to say no I need you to do it now, Steve. A-and maybe not touch me. I’m-“ Steve squeezed his hand around the base in a silent assent and he growled. “I’m barely holding it back as it is.”

“I don’t want you to hold back, I want this.”

His eyes flashed red for a second before his normal brown took its place. He wasn’t sure what to make of that. 

“Don’t say that,” Eddie breathed. “You don’t want me to tear you apart like it’s telling me to. We can- oh fuck, it can claim you… hopefully without that.”

Steve swallowed hard. He was shockingly desperate now for Eddie to claim him, whatever that meant. 

“Yeah. What do we need to do?” 

Eddie reached down and pulled his hands away from him. He hadn’t realized he’d still been stroking along the length of him. “Gunna have to try to open you up,” he slid his hand down to grab behind his knee and pulled it up and over his hip then pressed a dry finger to his hole. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

It shouldn’t have sent a quiver down his spine. Steve pulled away and Eddie’s face dropped, immediately letting go of him and drew in on himself. 

Steve cupped his face, leaning back in. “I’m gunna get some lube for us, baby. So you can shove this huge cock into me, okay? I’m not going anywhere.”

Eddie’s eyes turned red again and he rumbled a dark and filthy sound. “You better hurry up if you’re going to keep saying things like that.”

Steve surged forward instead to slide their lips together. A gasp punched out of him as claws scratched down his back and he did pull away this time when a long tongue introduced itself to his. 

“Oh fuck.” 

Eddie smirked at him when he caught him staring at his mouth and stuck his tongue out. It was long and purple and pointed. He wanted it inside of him.

“We can do that. I didn’t know you were such a freak, Stevie.”

He didn’t realize he’d said that out loud until Eddie was pushing him onto his back and settling between his legs. 

“Oh god- ah!” 

Eddie smirked at him as he used his claws to shred his boxers and yanked them away from his body. His cock jumped and Eddie immediately wrapped his long tongue around it. 

Steve had to slide his hands into his dark curls with a whine as Eddie continued to rub his monster tongue around his dick. 

“Taste so good, my sweet. Going to taste every inch of you.” True to his word, he lathed his tongue down to his balls and beyond them. 

Steve let out a squeak as the tongue pressed firmly at his entrance, the pointed tongue already pulling at his rim. Just as it became too much, Eddie’s hand wrapped around his cock and he cried out. The claws were nowhere to be seen but the idea of them, the knowledge that they were capable of tearing him apart yet weren’t, sent blood to his cheeks, and his dick. 

He got lost in the rhythm of thrusting forward into his hand and back onto his tongue, but when he felt blunt fingers slide into him he stared down into those clearly inhuman eyes. His ass clenched and they both groaned.

Eddie slithered his tongue out to grin up at him. “You’re really into this, huh? Got you all hot and bothered to let a monster fuck you?”

He shook his head but a whine left him as Eddie’s fingers slipped out too. 

“Not going anywhere,” Eddie said, repeating his own words back to him. “Grabbing your lube, babe.”

Steve nodded and forced himself to take some deep breaths. But as Eddie stood next to his bed to rifle around in his nightstand, he couldn’t tear his eyes from this imposing figure. Looking up at him like this made him feel tiny, and unbelievably desperately turned on. 

Eddie must’ve noticed something, god he hoped he didn’t accidentally say anything out loud again, and he smirked down at him with a knowing look. Fuck, hopefully he couldn’t read minds. 

“You can’t wait for me to absolutely ruin you, huh Stevie? Dizzy for my cock, huh?” Eddie stood over him and wrapped his own hand around his cock, slowly pumping it while staring at him. 

“Holy shit. Please-“

“Begging for it? Wow, I knew you were easy, Harrington, but I didn’t think it’d ever be for me, especially like this.” 

Steve drug his eyes away from his hand on his huge dick to peer up at his eyes. His eyes burned red but he blinked and they went back to normal.

“Turn over for me,” he pushed on his hip and pulled the scraps of his boxers away and threw them. When he’d turned onto his belly, Eddie made a low noise and manhandled him up onto his knees. 

Faster than humanly possible, unsurprisingly, Eddie’s slippery fingers were scissoring into him. They felt huge inside of him and he groaned thinking about how much bigger the thing he was getting stretched open for was. 

Pushing that thought away, instead he wondered about the word ‘claim’ meant that Eddie had said. Would that make him his forever? Part of him wanted that. Wanted to belong to someone. If that someone happened to be his friend who turned into a monster with a huge dick, there were worse things.

Steve squeaked as Eddie pulled back and added another finger, that had to be four now. He pushed back into the burn, wanting to get this part over with.

“Settle down, love. Need to open you up.” Eddie chuckled at him as he rubbed against his prostate to make him shake. 

“Please, I’m so close, ah- need your dick, Eds.”

Eddie hummed at him and continued to torture him for what felt like hours. Suddenly, when Steve wasn’t even sure what he was saying anymore, tears streaming down his face, Eddie pulled his fingers out. He cried out and arched back into nothing. 

“Oh, poor baby. Need a big cock in you to make it better?” He chuckled darkly. Steve’s dick twitched.  “Give me a second, greedy.”

The firm press of something huge against his ass made him shudder, but Eddie’s firm grip on his hips didn’t allow him to go anywhere. The head popped in and they both groaned. 

“Yesss,” Eddie hissed behind him, his voice rumbling again. “Gunna claim you.” 

Steve could tell whatever part of Eddie was still in there was holding back and pressing in slowly. A little too slowly for Steve, really. He pressed back into him and savored the little hiss Eddie let out. 

“Trying not to hurt you, Stevie,” he gritted out through his teeth. 

“Want it to hurt. Need it. C’mon.” He arched his back again and a few more inches sunk in. 

“Fuck, you are a little freak, huh baby? Should’ve made you mine sooner. Didn’t know you’d- shit, sweetheart you’re going to actually get hurt if you don’t relax.” Steve had gone up on his hands to get more leverage to thrust back. 

“C’mon, Eddie. Stop talking and-“ a hand came up under his throat and yanked him up into his lap, settling him so deep onto him he couldn’t breathe. He looked down and saw it making his bully bulge out. 

“Don’t demand things you can’t handle, little one,” Eddie, or whatever this was that wasn’t really Eddie, growled into his ear. “For some reason this human wants you in one piece. That’s not necessary for my needs.” He let go of his hip to drag his claws threateningly over his chest. Steve gulped but his cock jumped too. “It’s also not necessary that you enjoy it. Don’t fuck with me.”

Steve nodded but couldn’t help grinding down to feel the huge intrusion move inside of him. “I understand. What exactly are, ah um, your needs?”

“We need to claim you.” 

“Okay. Can you let Eddie back out, then? After the claiming? Will you go away or something?” He honestly wasn’t sure which answer he was hoping for.

“Maybe.” The voice clipped. His hand on his throat pressed in. He wasn’t going to answer anything else. 

Steve sighed. “Alright then.” None of this made any sense but he was too far into it to stop now. He wiggled his hips again in the hopes either one of them would get the message.

He yelled out when he was shoved forward by the hard thrust from behind him. Eddie used his hold around his throat to shove him back and forth onto his cock. 

“So good for us,” the voice continued. “Maybe I should stick around.�� He was being tugged around like a rag doll and he loved it. Snaking a hand behind him, he hooked his hand around Eddie’s neck to steady himself and consequently pulled his mouth down to his neck. His long tongue came out to slurp up his sweat. 

“Close,” he panted, he needed something else but couldn’t get the words out. 

“Yeah, human, me too. Going to fill you all up.” Sharp teeth sunk into his shoulder, launching him into space with a silent scream. 

He held onto the dark curls as he shook his way through his aftershocks and felt the cock inside of him spasm. 

Eddie flopped them sideways onto the bed, keeping his still hard dick inside. 

“Fuck,” he breathed, reaching a hand down to feel the now even bigger bulge of his belly. 

“My eggs don’t usually take in males of your species, but we can try again if you want,” the voice behind him rumbled dryly.

“E-eggs?” 

Going on like he hadn’t heard him, the voice of not-Eddie continued, “This human is fond of you, so I let him think he could control me. He might be a little confused when I let him wake up. Just so you know.”

“Will- um, will you be gone then?”

“Maybe.”

Steve huffed. “You know that’s not an answer.”

“I know. But I did enjoy our time together, human. I’m glad your mate convinced me not to tear you apart.”

“Oh. Uh, me too.”

Just like that, he could tell without looking that his Eddie was back. His?

“What the fuck,” Eddie groaned. “Please tell me I didn’t hurt you. Oh shit,” Steve whined as he pulled out roughly. “Sorry, oh my god, I’m sorry Steve, I-“

Now that he was free to move, he flipped over to see his face. He slid in close, cupping his jaw. “I’m okay. I promise. You didn’t let it hurt me. Are you okay?”

Eddie looked down and took in the scratches on his hips and across his chest, and the come on his belly. “Uh, I think I’m okay.”

“You’re still, uh, big.” 

“It’s still kind of here? It’s not as insistent now. It’s like it’s just, I dunno, in the back of my head.”

“That’s good, I guess?” He wanted to kiss him so badly. “So um, it told me you were fond of me? And you said you should’ve made me yours before this? Anything you wanna say about that?” Steve hoped he meant it. 

“Uhhh,” Eddie somehow managed to look sheepish and remarkably like the Eddie before the change. “I’ve maybe wanted you for a long time, Stevie. I just haven’t had the courage to let you know.” Eddie ducked his head but Steve pulled his chin back up and pressed his lips to his. He gasped as Eddie took over, pushing him onto his back. “And now that I know you’re such a freak, I’m definitely keeping you.”

Steve blushed but laughed. “You’re one to talk, you could’ve warned me about the eggs!” He put a hand on his lower stomach. 

“Eggs?”

[lumiilys]

So anyway. Stede staying up late into the night, watching Ed sleep on his chest and trying to contain his own affectionate giggles cause Ed keeps making these soft little snuffles and noises while he sleeps.

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Day 12: Miracle

(plus bells, and Christmas movies, because they fit in the story and I missed a couple days!)

@hellcheerxmas

“Fuck off, Zuzu,” Eddie mutters to the television. On screen, Zuzu and Jimmy Stewart are talking about angels getting wings, and in the trailer, Wayne’s asleep on his chair, and in his heart, Eddie’s really, really, really over the Christmas thing. It’s just a day like any other, and the only half-decent part about it is that Wayne’s off work, and he’s off school, and they got to split a six-pack together.

Whatever. That Ebenezer Scrooge guy had it right. Miracles were for assholes and chumps like George Bailey. And what was so great about George Bailey, really? He lassoed the fucking moon for his girl and ended up stuck in his dumb hometown full of jerks and deadbeats. And while he knows the whole thing about the angel and the what-ifs and how people would miss George if he was gone, personally, Eddie doesn’t think his absence would affect anyone in Hawkins. 

Probably they’d rend their garments over Jason Carver, though. They’d have fifteen memorials, dedicate a statue to him, and name a street after him. Plus, Chrissy would cry at his funeral. Or… well, in this scenario, he wouldn’t have a funeral. He just wouldn’t be there. That would be a bonus for Eddie, though, because then Chrissy wouldn’t be dating that dickwad. 

But Jason’s not actually George Bailey, and Chrissy’s not Mary Bailey, and Eddie’s… Eddie’s not going to jump off a bridge or anything, but he’s not obligated to enjoy another stupid Christmas, either. 

Headlights swing across the front window—probably someone visiting a grandparent or something—and Wayne snuffles in his sleep. Eddie sighs and stands to switch off the TV and cover his uncle with a blanket before heading to his room to roll a joint. 

The knock comes as he sparks up, and he coughs, waving away the smoke with a frown. It’s more than likely Mrs. Barkley, a widow with the hots for Wayne, who came over earlier with a casserole and Christmas wishes. And, sure, Eddie ate the casserole, but Jesus, lady, take a hint.

Scowling, he stomps his way through the trailer and flings open the door. 

Chrissy Cunningham is standing, startled, on his front stoop, and she takes a step back when she sees his face.

Eddie immediately schools his features. “Hey, Cunningham,” he says, like she’s just some chick he sells pot to and that it’s not weird for her to be here on Christmas. 

“Hi.” She shoves her hands into the pocket of her puffy white coat, and he thinks what is it you want, Chrissy? You want the moon? Just say the word, and I’ll throw a lasso around it and pull it down but what he actually says is, “you need something, because—” 

“I broke up with Jason.” 

Eddie stops short. Curls his fingers around the edge of the weathered doorframe as his heart skips two beats. “Uh. Oh. Sorry.” 

“I’m not.” She moves closer. Her mascara’s a little smudged as if she’s been rubbing her eyes. “I like you, Eddie, and I thought maybe you’d, um, you’d want to go out sometime?” 

Yes!!! his brain screams, but before his mouth can catch up, Wayne’s hollering, “god damn, Eds, I’m freezing my balls off in here,” and Eddie would really appreciate the earth opening up and swallowing him whole. 

Chrissy giggles, though. Raises a brow and gestures indoors. “Sorry, Mr. Munson,” she calls, like she and Wayne are old buddies, even though they’ve only met once, when Wayne’d come home early during a deal. Not Eddie’s finest moment, but Chrissy had covered well. “Eddie was just inviting me inside.” 

Eddie was? Oh, right! Eddie was. He steps to the side. Ushers her in. Watches her unwind her pink scarf and say hello to his uncle, and then, suddenly, they’re sitting on the couch in time for Miracle on 34th Street, where her hand finds his beneath the blanket. 

“So,” she whispers after a couple of minutes. “First date?” 

He squeezes her fingers and nods. 

And, like, he doesn’t hear a bell, but he’s pretty sure some angel just got their fucking wings. 

[tinytinybumblebee]

have you ever seen those videos of sea otters rubbing their faces? 🥺 it seems just like the kind of thing tiny ed would do when he wakes up from a nap….. starts out rubbing the sleep from his eyes…..then since it feels kinda good jsut to scrub his face he keeps going…. maybe if stede’s there he’ll start rubbing his face against the soft clothes stede’s wearing instead, snuffling against the cloth

🥺💖💖 waaaa

Oh my goodness yess aaaaa!!! Just a lil otter sleepy Ed can be ;w; He'll do his lil strechies then scrunch back up, his hands in little fist as he rubs the sleepies out of his eyes then he just starts rubbing his whole face cause good sensory feel!

And if Stede's there you knooow the lil guy is rubbing and rooting his face against the fine fabrics of Stede ♡♡ Or the blankies/his nightgown if he's napping by himself aaa♡♡

[piratecaptainscaptainpirates]

Stede rarely woke up before Ed.

This morning, though, he sleepily blinked his eyes open in the morning sunlight coming in through their bedroom window to see Ed still sleeping soundly next to him. The last thing Stede remembered of the night before was them cuddled up as close as they could get to each other, Ed's head pillowed on his chest, but during the night they'd shifted. It was probably the way Ed's elbow was jamming into Stede's ribs that had woken him, but the vague tinge of annoyance with that melted as quickly as it had come.

Because Ed's head was on his shoulder, at an awkward angle so his mouth was open and his cheek was squished and he was drooling, a bit, and he was...fuck, he was beautiful.

Stede reached out, resting a sleep-clumsy hand just below Ed's jaw, so he could feel his pulse thrum beneath his palm. Ed's nose wrinkled in his sleep, and Stede felt Ed's fingers flex slightly where they were clenched in Stede's nightshirt as he smiled in his sleep, trying to lean into Stede's touch before he was even awake enough to register it.

Ed snuffled softly, and without even opening his eyes, he made a kissy face, like he just had to get a little kiss before he could do anything else.

Of course, Stede obliged him, a chaste little closed-mouth peck, and he could feel Ed smiling against his lips.

"G'morning," Stede whispered before they'd even fully parted, wanting Ed to be able to feel his breath warming his skin.

"Yeah." Ed's voice was scratchy with sleep, and his eyes were still closed as he leaned forward to nuzzle his cheek against Stede's chest. "It sure is."

[dimplyowl]

Thinking about Ed and Stede camping. Stede’s knocked out in the tent, and Ed’s trying to sleep, but he keeps hearing noises outside their camp, and he’s thinking all the worst possibilities: bear, murderer, cult, murderous cult…

There’s rustling right near the tent, and what sounds like snuffling, and Ed can’t take it anymore. He shakes Stede awake and Stede grunts, a noise that Ed knows by now means “What is it, darling?” in sleepy Stede speak.

“Babe. Babe, there’s something out there,” Ed whispers, clutching at Stede’s arm.

“Prolly just wind. Or a squirrel or s’mth’ng.” Stede pats him on the arm, yawning and turning onto his side.

“No, it’s big, it’s… it’s a wolf or something,” Ed says as the sound comes closer to his head.

Stede chuckles sleepily. “There’s no wolves in this part of the country, sweet.”

“Oh so what, they can’t leave wherever it is they are? They just stay in one place? Don’t ever wander around?” Stede just smiles, slipping his arm around Ed’s waist, giving his tummy a pat. “Stede, I swear if a wolf eats my face I’ll kill you.”

“They don’t—“

“Babe, please, can you just…” Ed turns his big eyes to Stede, giving him the big baby cow eyes he knows Stede can’t say no to. “Can you go check please?”

“Of course, my love,” Stede says, and Ed doesn’t even care that Stede’s using that tone that means he’s only doing it to humor Ed. He kisses Ed’s cheek before sitting up and reaching over to unzip the tent, crawling over Ed to get out.

Ed lays on the soft pad they bring to sleep on, straining his ears for any sign of struggle, of Stede needing help, of a wolf gnawing on his husband’s leg or something.

Ed definitely doesn’t shriek when Stede pokes his head back in the tent, absolutely not, no matter what Stede says. Stede tumbles back inside, zipping the flap closed, chuckling as he gets back in the blankets.

“So?” Ed asks as Stede gets comfortable, looking completely at ease, not like someone who just fought off a pack of wolves.

“It was a bunny,” Stede says.

“What?”

“It was a little bunny.” Stede slings his arm around Ed’s back, pulling him in, kissing him on the side of his nose. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, I scared the little monster away.”

Ed doesn’t like nature, but Stede does, and Ed going on hikes and camping and sitting out in the woods with Stede because Stede loves doing it and Ed loves Stede. Ed listening to Stede as he tells Ed all about every plant and bug they come across. Ed eventually being able to point different plants and bugs out on his own and Stede looking at him with shiny eyes and feeling loved and liked because Ed saw a plant he thought Stede would like to see.

[forpiratereasons]

good morning stede woke up early this morning, the dawn no more than a dusky violet suggestion on the horizon, sticky-hot and uncomfortable with ed sprawled out next to him, with his hair everywhere, arms akimbo, mouth open. he smells like sweat and the sea, he's too warm and he's taking up too much room, he's hogging the blankets, he's got an elbow shoved into stede's side and a knee shoved somewhere unmentionable and he's -

he's beautiful.

and stede had woken up annoyed because it's early and the elbow is really very insistent but it suddenly doesn't matter because to see ed like this - to see him open and vulnerable and without any pretense, to see him unkempt and graceless and without any attempt to be cool - it's almost more than stede can bear.

he's known intimacy now, with ed.

he's known what it is to break open his own ribs and let someone see the mess inside, to choke on sobs he's been swallowing down since he was a child. to offer himself up like a frail, frightened bird hopping into two huge hands. he's known what it is to be at someone else's mercy.

he's known what it is to want, what it is to feel tension wrapping up his thighs and into his spine, skittering sparks of lightning along his skin. to worry endlessly about doing it right and to stop worrying, too, to trust himself and to trust ed, spread out beneath him, towering above him, he's given of himself and he's learnt to take and he's found laughter there, for the first time in his life, there's laughter and hot eager mouths and hands that clutch onto his like a lifeline and eyes that don't look away -

but this is different.

this isn't for stede. it isn't with stede. ed simply is, and it's this mere act of existence - this unintended confession, this is what i am when i am only and entirely me - that hits stede in the chest, leaves him breathless.

ed, plain and honest, with nothing between them but his dreams.

stede's hand is still a little clumsy with sleep as he reaches out, brushes the hair off ed's face. the crow's feet at ed's eyes are softened like this, almost disappearing, but stede knows where to look to see them. he hopes they're more from smiling this days. he wants to make ed smile until the world tears itself apart.

there's a snuffle. a stretch. ed's face turns into the cup of stede's hand, and the kiss there is small but it's gentle and true, a greeting, hello, whispered against stede's palm. all right?

it's early, stede whispers back to him. go back to sleep, my love.

ed considers this. frowns - pouts, really. his eyes still don't open, but stede feels the elbow move away, feels the knee resituate itself as he rolls closer, sprawls over stede's side, his chest. his voice is a mumble. you staying?

he says it like a question but he grasps at stede like a plea, and stede gathers him up, sweat-sticky and sleep-soft and it doesn't matter, hair in his mouth when he presses a kiss to ed's forehead, it doesn't matter, he weighs a tonne, it doesn't matter. ed says, you stay with me?

forever and ever, stede promises, and ed's asleep again in the next instant, but it doesn't matter.

stede can feel him smiling.

[mirkwoodmunson]

eddie munson x gn!reader

tw: bad dreams, anxiety, drug use (weed), implied to take place post vol2 (fixit)

The bad dreams never seem to make sense, but they’re always sad. There’s always something laced in them that, when you wake up, makes you wake feeling that hollowness in your gut. You always wake up from them with tears in your eyes, and as bright as the sun may be when it greets you and reassures you things are okay, you still feel clouds keeping you in their shadow.

It’s taken time, but you’ve learned ways to counteract it — methods of finding small joys to balance out that weight, lighten your steps as you go through their motions throughout the day.

Today it’s early in the morning when you pull in a sharp breath, eyes popping open and cutting the bad dream short. You’d checked your hands — too many fingers — a dream, and suddenly you were able to ground yourself in your consciousness, blinking away the sleep as you breathed out slowly and carefully sat up.

You make sure you haven’t disturbed Eddie and sure enough, the boy is still fast asleep. However, whether it was how you moved or that he could sense somewhere in there that you were awake, Ed throws an arm across your lap and nuzzles himself into your side with a groggy moan, snuffling as his mess of hair hides his face.

A warmth spreads through your chest, makes restless muscles melt, and you let yourself just sit there like that for a moment. Eddie snoring softly into your hip, holding onto you even in his sleep, as you look down at him with bliss in your eyes and a hand carefully stroking his hair.

‘Sweet boy…’ you think, and it makes your smile grow.

When the restlessness in your legs becomes a little too much for you to stay still, you veeeeery carefully slide out from under his arm, shuffling your way out of bed and then tip-toeing when you reach the floor. He protests this all in his sleep, grumbling and muttering nonsense until he’s found your pillow to cuddle instead. Your first stop is the dresser, rummaging through Eddie’s Drawer of Wonders until you find his cigarette case, this one housing pre-rolled joints. You pull one out and pluck it between your fingers before putting the case away. A light kiss is pecked to Eddie’s forehead, who in turn fusses lightly in his sleep. A wide smile aches your jaw and you laugh softly before heading out of the bedroom and to the kitchen, pulling one of Wayne’s ratty old sweaters that he’d given to you around your shoulders with the joint now stuck between your lips.

Outside of the bedroom you gently close the door behind you, before falling into a routine that you’d developed since you’d started spending more time with the Munson boys — one that especially helped after rough nights like this latest one.

Wayne — as he’d begun doing a few weeks after you started staying over — had started a pot of coffee for you upon returning home early this morning from his shift, the heat still on to keep it warm for you. Glancing from the kitchen at the foldout bed in the living room/Wayne’s room, you could see the man himself sprawled out and dead asleep, and certainly you could hear him snoring away. Eddie had coffee some mornings, finishing about half a mug of pitch black if he did, before forgetting it somewhere; then he’d come back to it much too long later and somehow still be surprised when it was cold coffee that hit his lip. Most of the time, however, he would just steal sips from yours upon first morning greetings, masking his morning breath with your sweet drink before kissing you with a loud smooch.

You pour yourself a mug, adjusting it to your liking, and with the joint still poking from your lips and a steaming mug of coffee in your hands you step out onto the front step.

The early hour air is crisp and slightly damp but not enough to bother, more-so it helps to further clear your mind and bring you to focus. The birds sing and traffic sounds from the road over are gentle enough, people making their way into work. You settle onto the stoop and breathe in deep through your nose, coffee sat beside you, trusting your sweater to provide as your rummage through a pocket — grinning triumphantly when it does and you pull out a lighter.

A few flicks of the lighter as you burn the tip of the joint away, puffing gently to get the herb going until it’s ready for the first full hit. You hold it in your chest, eyes slipping closed until you can’t keep it any longer and it’s exhaled in a long, thick plume. You feel it sink in, your body physically beginning to unknot and relax, and you dab the joint out for now, setting it aside in favor of your mug of coffee.

Across the dirt road a door swings open and slams shut, Max trotting down the steps of her trailer. She knows she’ll see you there, looking over with purpose and offering you a little smile and wave when she indeed spots you, before heading for the bus stop by the main road. You smile back and nod. Small joys. When you looked hard enough they were everywhere.

You’re out on the steps for maybe fifteen minutes, mug half gone and burnt joint sat beside it. Behind you, the door latch clicks carefully and you couldn’t help the wide smile if you wanted to. Eddie leans down and smooches your hair before ruffling it, a mug of coffee in his grasp that he balances as he moves to sit beside you, sharing with you the blanket he has around his shoulder.

“Hey, babe,” you greet softly, sweetly, returning a kiss to his cheek once he’s settled into your side, smiling into each other as he brings the blanket around your shoulders.

“G’mornin’,” he returns drowsily, slurping from his mug but quickly offering his opinion in the form of a scowl. You laugh lightly and pass him your mug, which he takes with a little ‘ooh!’ and sips from quickly — this time smacking his lips. You pass him the joint after and he sparks it, hissing in a hit and humming when he breathes it back out.

The two of you soak up the other’s aura like that for a bit, nestled together with the blanket pulled around your backs, Eddie’s arm now wound around your waist and holding you to him. He breaks the silence with a kiss to your temple, and you giggle as the force of it makes you crane your neck.

“Bad dream again?”

You nod a little, “yeah. The one with the, uh — remember I told you about that one I have a lot where I’m, like… like I have to lock all the doors up?”

“Shit, yeah, an’ you’re trying to hide and stuff, right?” he nudges his nose into you and leaves himself there, giving you his presence and basking in yours. You lean into him, pouting softly.

“Yeah. Yeah I’m trying to lock everything up and get to safety… but it doesn’t work…” You lower your head and more kisses are offered to you, laid over your cheek and temple and forehead, and you feel yourself relaxing into Eddie, slowly resting your head in the crook of his shoulder. He brings his hand up from your side and carefully, gently strokes your hair back. Your eyes flutter shut with the soothing gesture, and you’re reminded just how much good sleep you lose when you have these dreams.

“Y’know,” Eddie begins, barely above a murmur with his lips brushing the skin of your forehead. “You can always wake me up. I won’t be upset. If I can help, I mean… I wanna help.” He leans you away a little to look at you, you at him, and his expression is an almost stern concern. “I don’t — … I just, would hate myself, if you ever felt like you’re alone when I’m right next to you. Know what I mean?”

You look at Eddie, just look at him, for a few seconds. You wonder — truly wonder — how anyone could have believed this boy holding you right now was a bringer of evil. ‘Satanist,’ they would spit at him. They still weren’t over it. It put such a heaviness on your heart that you got to see him like this, and they never would. They would never try to understand. Eddie was just, good. Eddie was kind. Eddie was brave. Eddie was strong, brilliant, chaotic, calming, charming, funny — Eddie was everything they could never hope to be. And how was it that he could still give that all to you, despite what they all said? How was it, that he could keep his smile? Keep joking and laughing and sharing all his hidden parts when you wanted him to show them. ‘What they think? Show them that’s not you, show them they’re wrong, Eds.’ And he would say, every time, ‘I don’t need to. ‘Cause they don’t matter.’

Really, all that mattered to Eddie? That was you. Yours was the only opinion that he cared for, yours was the only response he cared to hear, your thoughts and your dreams and your everything — Eddie didn’t need to correct anyone else when you knew, and that was enough for him. Everything else was just background static.

“Y-yeah…” you croak, unaware of the tightness in your throat till now. Eddie softens immediately. You both share that look again, and when you start to cry Eddie does a little chuckle and pulls you into him and holds you against his chest. Rocks with you and murmurs comforts into your ear. ‘I know what you mean, Eds…’