#I’m salivating and so is Eddie

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

I need cockwarming with Evan Buckley where female reader had been misbehaving and he makes her keep him in her mouth for hours while they watch a movie. After a while he facefucks her and praises her, you decide whether he lets her finish.

Fuck, yeah because I feel like no one ever writes Evan with a mean streak. Yes he’s a sweetheart, but I feel like if you push his buttons in a certain way…

“Do I not give you enough attention, baby?”

And you’re looking at him with confusion in your eyes, but he knows it’s not genuine. You’re too smart to not know exactly what you were up to tonight.

“What do you mean?”

“That little stunt you pulled with Eddie at the bar. Giggling, touching his arm, sitting next to him instead of me. So, I’m asking you. Do I not give you enough attention? Hmm?”

You never get to see this side of him. Sure, you see him frustrated sometimes, but never with you. He’s always so cool, so collected, that some days you’re convinced you could do almost anything and he wouldn’t crack. But today is not one of those days, evidently.

You don’t know what to say, so you employ your usual tricks. Bat your eyelashes, pout your lips, look at him with those big doe eyes that would normally make him weak.

He’s having none of it.

“Get on your knees, baby.”

You sink down gracefully, gazing up at him from the floor like butter wouldn’t melt.

In a move that surprises you, Evan sits down on the couch, kicking off his socks and shoes and shrugging off his jacket.

“Since you wanna keep running that bratty mouth of yours,” he unbuttons his jeans, pulling them off swiftly. “I’ve decided I’ll have to put it to better use.”

You’re salivating, practically chomping at the bit to get to him. He looks so strong like this, so broad, so domineering sitting above you. You’re almost melting into the floor, eagerly awaiting his next command. You’re not usually a submissive character, but you don’t exactly mind when he gets into a mood like this.

He’s already hard and aching for you, tented in his boxers. You shuffle forward so you’re knelt in between his thick thighs, nestled in the space like you belong there.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen, baby. You listening?”

You nod instantly, ready to get back in your boyfriend’s good books.

“We’re finally gonna watch that movie you’ve been talking about, the romcom with that blonde you like. You’re not gonna say a word, you hear me?”

Another eager nod.

“You’re gonna keep me in that bratty mouth of yours the entire time. No complaining, no whining, no funny business.”

You go to protest, but Buck cuts you off with a sharp stare.

“If you behave… I’ll fuck your face and then make you come so hard you see stars. Deal?”

You nod once more, biting at your lip in anticipation.

“Open your mouth and get comfy, baby. We’re gonna be here a while.”

[blackbat05]

Friday Evenings

Evan Buckley x Reader (Not Gender Specified)

Plot: It’s another Friday evening at the library, but that doesn’t mean it has to be boring.

Genre: PG-13

A/N: Kinda like a comfort piece for myself. Also, I need to start writing again so I guess this is the way to go. Enjoy!

“Knock, knock!”

I look up from my laptop to find Evan holding a bag of takeout. “Uh, I know there's strictly no food in the library, but I was hoping you could make an exception.” 

“Well, perks of being the library assistant. Come on over.” I invite him behind the circulation desk and draw the blinders. “Your timing is immaculate, I was just about to finish up the last bit of cataloging.” 

“Cool, no rush.” Evan sets the bag down. “Can I take a look?” Curious Evan, always eager to learn more about everything around him. That was also what made him so attractive. 

“Nah, I’m pretty sure it’ll just bore you.” 

“Hey, how do you know what bores me?” His eyes twinkle and set himself beside me. My fingers quickly fly across the keyboard, entering the right value and category into each empty box. I scan the barcode of each book, registering it into the database before sticking the respective stickers on the book. 

“Finished!” Despite the seemingly small task, it was still a task completed. 

“That was amazing.” 

“Says my boyfriend that fights fires for a living.” I dismiss him casually. 

“Don’t do that.” Evan admonishes. “Did you know that in the past, people had to flip through thousands of cards to find the book that they wanted?” He gives me another fun fact to which I am amazed by once again. “You guys are like the keeper of books. Without you guys, there’s no knowledge and the whole world would burn to the ground.” 

“And that’s why you’re my biggest hype man.” I say, giving him a kiss. “On behalf of all library staff, I would like to thank you for acknowledging our tireless efforts.” Fishing out a box of chow mein, I find my mouth salivating as I dive into the springy noodles. 

Night falls as Evan and I talk about our week. From crazy rescues to patrons of different personalities, there was no dull moment. 

“Lisa was so sweet. I always love to see when a child is so enthusiastic about reading. You hardly ever see that these days.” You gush. 

“Tell me about it. Maddy and Chim are really trying their best to build that habit in Jee.” Evan agrees.

A clacking of shoes could be heard from behind the entrance. A stray strand of noodle hangs limply from Evan’s mouth. My eyes widen at the noise as I put a finger to my lips.

“Shit! I thought Marianne left! She’s gonna kill me if she finds out.” I hissed, eyes darting around wildly for a solution. Evan’s a step ahead of me as he swiftly removes all the damning evidence and packed it into the takeaway bag before ducking down under the circulation desk.

Not a second later, Marianne enters, completely unaware of the chaos that just happened.

“Hey! I left something behind. I need it for tomorrow’s class.” She comes closer and I can feel the sweat trickling down my back. I quickly push my chair to block her way, earning a curious stare from her.

“No worries! I can get it for you. Just stay right there.”

Before she can say anything else, I grab the cursed notebook belonging to Marianne, making back to my seat in top speed.

“Er… thanks!” Marianne slightly cocks her head in confusion. “You sure you okay? You seem a little jumpy.”

“Totally! Just can’t wait to get out of here. It’s a Public Holiday tomorrow after all.” I laughed. Somehow, I knew that Evan groaned from under the table at my poor attempt.

Marianne shrugs, taking her notebook. “Well, don’t stay long!”

She leaves, shutting the door behind her.

"Ouch..." Evan barely manages to get himself back on the chair. He grins at me. "Some dinner that was huh?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to give Marianne an opportunity for me to become office gossip. You know how older ladies are."

"Trust me. Have you seen Eddie's Aunt?"

The two of us burst into laughter, quickly piping down just in case Marianne was still within the vicinity.

"Anything I can help with?" Evan asks as we pack away the containers. "I need to fight the food coma."

"Hm... well I do need to shelve back today's returns." You tell him. "If we split up, it should be done in no time and we're out of here."

"Sounds like a plan."

I grab a trolley for Evan and assign him to a row. The two of us worked seamlessly, the rolling of the wheels on the carpet was the only sound that filled the library.

"Y/N?"

"Hm?"

"I'm happy for you." He says sincerely. It doesn't take me long to piece together what he was referring to.

"You know, it still hurts sometimes." I tell him as I shelve a couple more books before going down the aisle. "But it hurts less."

The memories of not living up to the expectations of those who depended on me float around in my mind. The disappointment on people's faces when I told them I couldn't continue. The anger and self-hatred that I experienced because I essentially threw all that hard work and effort into the drain.

"Don't go there." Evan says sharply. "Don't beat yourself up for things that you couldn't control."

I give a weak smile. Evan had enough confidence for the two of us.

"You did what was the best in that moment. You just didn't know that it wasn't the right thing for you. That's okay. I mean look at me! I was wandering around aimlessly before I found the 118. It seems you may have found your place."

"What if it doesn't work out again?" My inner voice wins the battle to be let out into the open.

"Then you try again." Evan says it, as if it's so simple. "We're not going to put ourselves in a box for the rest of our lives. We got to try new things when we can. And that's exactly what you're doing."

The both of us reach the end of our respective aisles, cart empty. Evan comes close and hugs me. "Maddie says that hugs can really help to improve a person's mood."

Did I save an entire country in my past life for Evan to be by my side?

"You always know the right words to say."

"That's because they're the truth." Evan helps with the paper bags. "Now, as much as I really enjoyed secretly flouting the library rules, we should head for desert." His eyes twinkle. "I'm thinking of that gelato place down the street."

He knew the right words to say and the way to my stomach? Scratch that, he saved an entire continent with his selfless behavior.

"You took the words right out of my mouth."

Evan smiles widely and gets up from his chair.

“Come on. We’re not going to waste a perfectly good evening.”

Like I said, I didn’t know what I did to deserve Evan Buckley.

[bleedingoptimism]

𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚

part 3 (NSFW | FtM Steve + Vampire Eddie)

As Eddie lets himself be dragged by Sunshine through the room he catches Jeff from the corner of his eye giving him a big thumbs up and smiles back, unbelieving of his luck.

Out of curiosity, he looks over at The Boss and Sparrow, who are looking at them intently. Sparrow is glaring at him, again. What is up with her?

He sees as The Boss takes Sparrow’s hand and kisses it, telling her something Eddie can’t hear but looks awfully like ‘he’s gonna be okay’ and the frown on Sparrow’s face instantly melts away as she nods.  

He has a second to wonder what the hell was that about before he’s rudely interrupted by Freak, the big bouncer guy, once more crushing face-first into his chest.

They are at the entrance of a hallway that leads to some stairs and Sunshine doesn't seem to notice Eddie’s been stopped until his hand slips out of his.

He turns around and chuckles at Freak and Eddie just staring at each other.

“He’s with me, Freak” Sunshine says, just like Jeff had at the beginning of the night. Only this time Freak is a little reluctant.

“Aren’t you a lucky one?” He asks Eddie, raising an eyebrow, and Eddie has to resist the urge to talk shit back at him. He doesn't want to be kicked out, not now. Not when he’s so close.

Sunshine scoffs and moves to push Freak out of the way, but he also leans in and kisses his cheek, “Be nice, baby” he coos at him and Eddie gets to witness in real time a big-ass grown man melt into a fucking puddle at their feet.

And he can’t really blame him.

The softness doesn’t last long, however. Because as he’s moving past Freak to follow Sunshine, the bouncer stops him again and he speaks to Sunshine, keeping his eyes fixed on Eddie the whole time, “I’ll be right down here if you need me, ok?”

“Ok, baby!” Sunshine answers back, barely paying attention as he takes Eddie’s hand again and takes them upstairs.

They move through a hallway lined with doors on both sides to a second hallway that’s a little more secluded and only has four doors, farther between them. Sunshine gets a key from an inside pocket of his jacket and they enter one of the rooms.

Once inside he lets go of Eddie’s hand and moves to lock the door while Eddie looks around, the place doesn't look like a motel room or hotel or anything like it.

It looks just like someone’s room. Like an ordinary, lived-in, comfy-looking room. And it’s full of stuff. There’re books littered all over a desk and a bookshelf with even more books, but mostly filled with table games.

The bed is unmade, and huge, looks like an antique too, all the furniture does which makes the table games, books, and the fucking basketball and the training weights under the desk chair look surreal. Eddie walks around the room, taps the dresser with his knuckles as he passes by, looking at what’s on top of it. There’re hair and skin care products, a soft-looking brush he resists the urge to grab and try, a small black kit with the words ‘self-made’ in bright pink stitched into it. 

And… There’s a fucking copy of the Dungeons Master’s guide on the desk. He moves towards it and grabs it, looking back at Sunshine who’s just been standing by the door, letting him roam around until now, with a huge smile on his face.

Sunshine chuckles, “That’s not even mine,” he mutters and then lifts an eyebrow at him, “Is that what you want to do while we’re here?” he asks him, cocking his head to the side cutely. Meanly, actually. It’s fucking sexy as hell. 

Lost for words Eddie shakes his head no and Sunshine giggles and it’s the best thing he’s ever heard in his entire life. He feels himself salivating at the thought of tasting everything about Sunshine, even his sounds.

“Why don’t you make yourself at home. I’m gonna slip into something a little more comfortable,” he tells Eddie and then moves to a door on the side that he hadn’t even noticed was there.

That phrase leaves him feeling a little dizzy, all his blood rushing down south. What the fuck, he’s pretty sure he’s heard pornos start that way before. He just sits at the bottom of the bed and lets his mind wonder about what that even means, imagining Sunshine walking out of the vanity wearing a robe with nothing underneath, like in the movies. Or a cute lingerie set with matching colors, or black lace panties and a garter belt. Shit! Maybe comfortable means wearing nothing at all…

And then the door opens and Sunshine walks out… barefoot and wearing a pair of pastel peach sweatpants and a black crop top. And it’s somehow worse than anything Eddie was picturing, or better, actually. Because Sunshine really just wanted to be comfortable with him. And he looks so cozy and soft and warm and fucking beautiful. The sweatpants rest low on his hips, and the crop top reaches just below his belly button, leaving the bones of his hips, his lean stomach, his happy trail, and so many, many moles on display.

Eddie makes grabby hands at him and Sunshine laughs and shakes his head but starts walking towards him, “You didn’t even take your jacket off,” he comments.

“Oh,” Eddie replies eloquently and just sits there as Sunshine steps between his legs and stands in front of him.

“May I?” He asks him, hovering his hands over Eddie’s shoulders. He nods and Sunshine just smiles sweetly at him, and doesn't move until Eddie swallows and says, 

“Yes, please.”

Then Sunshine grabs him by the shoulders of the jacket and slowly starts pulling it down his arms and off him. Shit. He’s never been undressed like this before, so tenderly. He feels completely disarmed.

Once the jacket is off, Sunshine throws it over his shoulder where it falls neatly over a loveseat in the corner of the room.

Eddie smirks, “Nice,” and Sunshine cocks his head to the side confused, and looks back not knowing what Eddie’s referring to, before laughing sweetly when he sees where the jacket landed.

“Let’s pretend I did that on purpose,” He jokes smiling at Eddie and he has to bite his own lips to stop himself from whimpering at the sight of Sunshine, standing between his legs and looking down at him with that smile.

“So…” Sunshine drawls, as his fingers walk along Eddie’s shoulders and pick at the collar of his shirt, “What would you like to do?” he asks.

Everything.

Anything.

Everything.

“Can I touch you?” It’s what Eddie settles with. 

He’s not expecting Sunshine to blush bright red and blink at him, so sure of himself as he seemed. But he does, and he looks delicious.

“Yeah, yes,” he whispers and lets his hands rest on Eddie’s shoulders, offering himself to Eddie’s hands.

So Eddie takes. He lifts his hands and starts slow, barely pressing, caressing the soft skin on Sunshine’s hips. Sees the trails of goosebumps his fingers leave in their wake.

He presses his palms to the warm skin of his sides and splays his fingers wide to encompass as much as he can and then pulls Sunshine gently closer before pressing his face against his stomach and taking a deep breath.

He does fucking smell like the warmth of the sun on a field full of flowers, the motherfucker. 

It’s the best thing he’s ever experienced, it’s addicting. It’s scary.

He feels Sunshine gasp as he ghosts his lips over his stomach and keeps moving his fingers, exploring, feeling the muscles move under his fingertips, the soft hair of his happy trail, following it up where it almost disappears completely before coming back with a vengeance just below his pecs. 

Sunshine’s breathing gets faster and a little louder as Eddie keeps kissing his abs and whatever part of him he can reach as his hands drift further up, fingers stroking over the scars that follow the outline of muscles and are adorned with chest hair. He keeps going, follows the lines of ribs, and goes to his back, goes up and down his spine, pulling him a little bit closer and kissing just below his sternum.

The hands on Eddie’s shoulders are shaking now, and Sunshine lets out a whimper that seems to surprise even himself, his fingers flexing and twisting the fabric of Eddie’s shirt.

“Strid- I-” He starts but stops and just moans instead. And Eddie gets it. It feels weird not hearing his name come out of those beautiful lips between the whimpers and sounds he’s getting out of him. He wants to hear his name, whispered, moaned, screamed by Sunshine. Fuck he wants to know Sunshine’s name.

“You smell so good, you taste so sweet, you feel so soft,” Eddie tells him, standing up and pushing the crop top up over his torso and off of him. 

He takes a moment to just look at him, they’re almost the same height, Sunshine maybe a hair taller than him. And Eddie lets his eyes dance from head to toe appreciatively, taking in how wonderfully debauched he looks. All muscle and hair and soft skin covered in freckles, flushed and hot and just so fucking-

“You are so beautiful.” 

Sunshine’s eyes light up and he huffs and combs his fingers through a lock of Eddie’s hair and looks at it instead of him. He seems overwhelmed so Eddie lets him have a moment, hides his face on Sunshine’s neck, and stays there a second, breathing him in, and kissing him softly.

The whole ‘Never took anyone upstairs before’ makes a little more sense now and it makes Eddie feel overwhelmed himself to know how truly fucking special it is to be in here alone with him.

He noses the strong line of Sunshine’s jaw and down his neck, eyes almost rolling to the back of his head just from his scent. He kisses and nips lightly from tendon to shoulder and back again as Sunshine wraps his arms around his neck and clings to him, one of his legs going up Eddie’s side like he’s trying to climb him. Like he needs to be closer.

Eddie wraps his hands around his waist and lifts him up an inch before sitting back down on the bed with Sunshine sitting on top of him, knees on either side of his legs.

He immediately dives back to Sunshine's neck because he can’t get enough of him, he can feel his teeth sharpening and he lets Sunshine feel them too. The moan and slow thrust of his hips are pretty fucking encouraging but Eddie wants this to last, can’t get to the main dish yet.

His hands go back to feeling every vertebra on Sunshine’s spine as Sunshine's slow thrusts start a rhythm that pairs wonderfully with the small musical gasps and moans he lets out.

He’s so fucking responsive, it’s driving Eddie completely insane. Sunshine is the most beautiful, sensual, perfect man he’s ever had the pleasure of experiencing, because he’s a fucking experience. And he’s never been so hard in his life, it’s almost too painful and he feels, he just knows, he’s going to come embarrassingly fast and probably before they even get their pants down and he honestly couldn’t care less right now.

Feeling like he’s about to overheat, Eddie leans back just enough to take his shirt off and he’s about to embrace the shivering angel on his lap again when Sunshine places his hands on Eddie’s chest. 

Eddie looks at him but Sunshine is staring somewhere below his neck and then down his chest and all over his torso. His hands move, touch him reverently and look at him as if Eddie was worth a shit. It makes his chest hurt, the way Sunshine looks at him.

He lets Sunshine caress his skin, trace his tattoos, and circle his nipples, flicking one of the piercings before cupping his peck, which makes Eddie chuckle getting a cute smile in return before Sunshine dives in and starts kissing Eddie’s neck, nipping, and licking like he’s the one who is actually hungry, like he’s the one who needs blood.

Eddie moves his hands to Sunshine’s waist and holds it strongly, fingers digging into the meat with purpose and encouraging the delicious rhythm of his hips to start anew. 

Both of them are breathing hard now, and Eddie grabs the waistband of Sunshines sweatpants and pulls them up, lifting him a little with the force of it, making him gasp and keen and then moves him and places him more firmly over his left thigh, so he can properly grind against him, use him to get off. 

Sunshine keeps moaning, breathless, “Ah, ah, ahs” he buries into Eddie’s hair where he’s grabbing and pulling at it. And Eddie places his leg more firmly on the floor and lifts his ankle a little, giving him more friction, actively holding Sunshine's waist and directing his movements as he fucks his thigh unrelentingly.

Sunshine’s knee is giving Eddie all the stimulation he needs right now. He’s close and he knows Sunshine is close too. He can feel it.

After a particularly hard thrust, Sunshine lifts his head upwards and gasps loudly like he’s coming out of the water for air. Eddie takes advantage of the angle and goes for his neck, returning the sweet kisses and licks but when he bites him back, he bites more meaningfully.

He groans with his teeth touching that beautiful skin almost hard enough to break it, questioning.

And Sunshine, with his hands still buried in Eddie’s hair pulls at it and pushes him closer to him,

“Yes, yes, do it. Taste me. Take me,” he chants.

And Eddie finally bites him and God. It’s delicious, indescribable, he’s never tasted anything like it.

Sunshine moans loudly as he comes and Eddie growls, his eyes going to the back of his head, his mouth full of blood, his senses full of Sunshine. The taste, the smell, the feeling of knowing Sunshine used him to satisfy himself, got off on him. It hits him like a train, and he comes too, and he can’t even bring himself to be embarrassed from coming completely untouched.

The only thought in his head is:

Jeff was right. Sunshine does tastes like fucking orgasms.

He licks and kisses and mouths at where he bit him until the wound closes, the only evidence it happened is the big purple hickey left in its place and Sunshine leans on him, slowly getting his breathing back to normal.

He doesn't want to let go of him, Eddie thinks, and he unconsciously wraps his arms around his waist and holds him close.

But Sunshine isn't moving either, his arms are around Eddie’s neck, his body still occasionally shivering and he’s humming, sighing, moaning, making all kinds of cute, soft little sounds.

Fuck. He really doesn’t want to leave him.

He didn’t even get to see him completely naked. All that golden skin and moles and hair. He wants that, he wants to touch him. To taste the heat he felt on his thigh, see how wet he got, bite him all over.

It occurs to Eddie that he doesn’t even know his name and his heart breaks a little. He doesn’t even know what music he likes, or what his favorite food is. Fuck. He just wants to know his favorite color.

He’s completely fucked.

Desperate to do something before he just starts weeping, he sighs and leans back a little to look at Sunshine’s face,

“So what do you want to do now?”

Sunshine’s eyes go big and then a little sad and he bites his lips and Eddie shakes his head, backtracking a little,

“I’m not trying to get you to kick me out just so you know. I would actually love to stay,” he tells him and smiles gratefully when a small smirk appears on Sunshine’s lips. “I just wanna do whatever you want to do now,” he finishes.

“I want to kiss you,” Sunshine says, with no preamble, no hesitation, and a little desperate.

And that’s how Eddie kisses him, desperately, passionately and so fucking deep.

And after what’s definitely the best kiss of his life, Sunshine leans away and then back in to press their foreheads together and says, 

“Steve. My name is Steve.” 

“I’m Eddie.”

𝙚𝙣𝙙

part 1: 🍷

part 2: 👄

part 3: you are here

bonus content: ☀️

ao3: 🌙

art: 🦇

coffee?☕🥐💕

[eddiesghxst]

Could you write something with Eddie Munson finding out reader has a clot piercing?

“Fuckkkkk.”

Eddie tried not to stare, he really fucking tried, but there’s no way he could ignore the sinful sight before him. When you had removed your top, Eddie was sure his day couldn’t get any better, but he was gladly mistaken when he helped you wriggle out of your shorts and parted your thighs, opening you up for him to see you.

Eddie never really experienced a christmas morning like the ones he would watch in the movies, but he’s 100% sure this is what it felt like.

He had a feeling you were… pretty; as pervy as it sounds, he often wondered what you looked like, and amongst the few perverted fantasies that Eddie conjured up in his brain, absolutely none of them consisted of you with a fucking VCH piercing.

You almost feel shy under his intense gaze, but it’s immediately washed away with pleasure when Eddie brushes a thumb over your pierced clit before using both thumbs to slowly spread you open. His dick twitches and he groans, salivating at the pretty silver barbell that winks up at him beneath the room's lighting.

“See something you like?” Though you try your best to sound like some sexy mistress in a porno, your voice comes out almost shaky, clear of the excitement you’re trying so desperately to hide from Eddie. All of your efforts are for nothing, however, because Eddie can clearly see your excitement dripping out of you and seeping onto his bedsheets in sticky, honey-like drips.

“Definitely,” Eddie teases your clit once again, smirking when your thighs twitch. “Jesus, you’re quite responsive, hm?”

You nod, hands fisting the sheets below you as you peer up at him through low, fluttering lashes. “Makes it— ah— the piercing makes it really sensitive.” You explain, moaning when Eddie applies more pressure to your clit, dipping a finger lower to spread the wetness of your arousal.

Eddie’s gaze finally flickers up from your pussy to watch the way your face twists in pleasure with each flick of his fingers upon your sensitive clit, a mischievous grin spreading across his face when your chest begins to quickly rise and fall, “Oh, I’m gonna have a fucking blast with you.”

Eddie doesn’t let up on your clit until you’re pushing him away and practically begging for a break. What can he say? He loves his new toy <3

[ladykailitha]

Sweet Surrender Part 4

Here we are guys, the end of the sequel of the summer Valentine fic. Thank you all who liked, commented, and reblogged this lovely story. I love seeing my regulars interact with their comments and tags. It's makes me so happy.

And if regularly do and haven't lately: I get it, it's not always easy to comment (whether as a comment or in the tags) on every part, just know I missed seeing them.

Sadly no prom-posal because they can't really go together-together, but Eddie did go over and ask in person. He's not a complete idiot.

This is my longest "chapter" I've written clocking out at 3700+ words because I refused to split it up further dammit!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Damn it scheduled for 10pm not am but here we are just a few minutes late.

~

Eddie sat at the back of the class as he always did, trying to come up with ideas of what to do for prom. Because of course Steve said yes.

Steve’s eyes lit up and he swung Eddie around chanting, “Yes, yes, yes!” until the pair of them fell to the floor giggling like children.

They kissed and laughed until they couldn’t breathe.

Steve already had a suit, he really hadn’t grown that much since the funeral and just needed a nice cummerbund to make it school dance worthy. So he didn’t go with the Hellfire boys to get their tuxes.

Jeff had gone for a blue suit jacket with black pants and bow tie with a white button up. Gareth went for a double breasted black jacket and bow tie with matching pants. Brian had picked up a white jacket and bolo tie with black pants.

Eddie though?

Eddie had gone for a thin black neck tie and tight dress pants and then was going to wear his leather jacket over the top.

Steve was positively salivating at the thought.

They were sitting at the table discussing prom ideas when Nancy came up to Steve.

“Hey, do you have a date to prom?”

Steve and Eddie shared a concerned glance before Steve just shrugged.

“These guys didn’t get dates either,” he explained, “and offered to let me go with them as a group. Why? You asking?”

Nancy’s face twisted in disdain. “No, of course not. I’m not going to that meaningless high school mating ritual.”

Steve huffed out a laugh. “Jonathan didn’t want to go, huh?”

“He won’t let me pay.” She crossed her arms over her chest and stomped her foot.

Steve rolled his eyes and shared a glance with Eddie who shared his exasperation.

“What do you want, Nance?”

She pursed her lips and looked down at the floor. “I thought that if you had a date, then we could double and Jonathan wouldn’t feel pressured to spend a lot of money.”

Jeff and Brian looked at each other and then burst out laughing with Eddie joining in.

“Tell me you’ve never been poor without telling me you’ve never been poor,” Brian huffed out between gales of laughter. “Jesus H. Christ, he’s gonna feel even more pressure to spend a lot because he’s gonna see Stevie here go all out for his date and he’s going to get flustered and upset he can’t do the same for you then there’ll be huge fight, leaving you stranded at the prom waiting for Mommy Dearest to pick you.” He wiped away a tear of laughter.

Steve nodded and then half shrugged. “I’m with him on that one. It’s a guy thing. You’re out to wound his pride and you’re only going to catch hell for it.”

“Here’s a thought, Nancy Drew,” Eddie said with a menacing grin, “why not skip it and do it next year. At your actual senior prom since he’s so worried about it. Give him time to save up for it so he can do something nice for you and stop pushing people around.”

Nancy’s jaw dropped and she turned to Steve. “Are you just going to sit here and let him talk to me that way?”

Steve swirled in his chair to look up at her. “We aren’t dating, and he’s not wrong. Plus, I’ve been asked to prom by a couple of very forward girls and had hints broadly dropped that I should ask them to prom. Tammy Thompson was the worst of the lot. Talking about how a king should be with a proper queen or some shit like that. And I’ve turned them down because all of them want the Harrington charm and money and not me, also they’ll want sex or worse, to go steady and I just can’t handle that right now.”

He looked pointedly at her.

She frowned for a moment and then her eyes went wide and her mouth formed a silent ‘O’.

“Yeah,” he said, turning in his seat to out his back between them. “So you’ll pardon me if I don’t want to do you any favors.”

She slunk off back to the table with the rest of her friends and Jonathan.

Gareth shook his head. “The absolute nerve. Jesus Fucking Christ.”

Steve could only agree.

~

“Come on, man,” Gareth huffed, crossing his arms. “If we all pool our money we could rent a limo and show up in style.”

Steve threw back his head and laughed.

They were all sitting around Gareth’s garage making the final plans for prom.

“Dude, you could,” Steve agreed. “But those things take up at least three parking spots and you will have the rest of the student body hate your guts for all of time for it being in the way of everyone else.”

Gareth slunk further into the couch with a sneer. “It can’t be as bad as he’s making it out, he just doesn’t want us to have any fun.”

“That’s because you were a freshman when Tommy H. and Carol Perkins did it for junior prom last year,” Steve said, shaking his head. “They got so much shit for it, and it took Tommy bullying certain people to get it to stop.” He raised his hands. “Something I didn’t condone by the way.”

Jeff winced and shook his head. “Hard pass on being hated more than we already are.”

“I’m with Jeffy on this one Gare-bear,” Eddie said with a grimace. “Let’s take Mr. Romance’s advice on this one, yeah?”

“Fine!” Gareth growled. “But I refuse to get in the fuck ugly Bimmer of Steve’s and I’m not to be seen in these nice suits in Eddie’s van.”

“I never said we couldn’t rent a car,” Steve said reasonably, “just that we shouldn’t rent a limo.”

Suddenly the four other boys were leaning forward in their seats, looking at him in rapt interest.

“What did you have in mind, Stevie?” Eddie asked, slowly licking his upper lip.

“Who hasn’t had the dream of showing up to school in a shiny convertible?” Steve asked with a smirk. “It’ll be nicer than a limo, and most likely cheaper, too. And of course I bet we could get Eddie’s Uncle Wayne to rent it for us, with the little bribe that he gets to drive it around first.”

Eddie threw back his head and cackled. “That would work! He would love the little bribe, too.”

The other three boys looked at each other before Jeff said, “All in favor of getting nice convertible for prom?”

All the hands went up and Steve sat back, looking like that cat that got the cream.

~

Steve stayed over at Eddie’s the night before the dance. The plan was that after lunch, Steve would go home and get ready for the dance and then Eddie would pick everyone up for dinner then they would go to the dance.

Eddie had other plans, of course, but Steve didn’t know about those. Yet.

Around ten o’clock in the morning, with the two boys still tangled up in each others limbs there was honking of someone’s horn, followed by Wayne yelling at them to get the hell out of bed.

Steve and Eddie blinked bleary-eyed at each other for a moment before the fog of sleep cleared and they were on their feet in an instant. Steve threw on some sweats as Eddie yanked on a pair of jeans. They were out the door before Wayne could honk again.

He was leaning up a red 1984 Chrysler LeBaron five seater with white upholstery with the top down. His arms were crossed and had the biggest smile on his face.

“So what do you think, boys?” he said cocking his head to the side. “You think it’s fancy enough for that dance of yours?”

Eddie and Steve shared matching grins. They ran down the stairs in their bare feet up to Wayne and the car.

Steve was already running his hands over the body of the car. “Wayne, she gorgeous. She wasn’t too much was she?”

Wayne shook his head. “You boys’ money more than covered it for the night. I’ll return it tomorrow with a full tank of gas, no worries.”

Eddie hugged his uncle tightly. “Tonight is going to be the best night ever!”

Wayne hugged him back as Steve continued to admire the car.

“I wasn’t sure if you’d be able to find one that would fit all of us,” he breathed, “but fucking hell. It’s perfect Mr. Munson!”

“I’m glad you’re happy with it, Steve,” Wayne murmured as Eddie let go of him to follow Steve around the car. “Brian will probably have to sit in the front seat to be comfortable, but other than that, you’ll be golden.”

“Well, old man,” Eddie said after Steve and he looked over every inch of the car, “She’s all yours. Just bring her back by five so I can pick everyone else up.”

Wayne chuckled and opened the driver’s side door. “She really is a beaut, Ed. I can’t wait to let her unwind on the open road.”

Steve smiled and shook his head, knowing that he wanted to do the exact same thing. He followed Eddie into the trailer, a skip in his step.

Eddie made for the kitchen to starting making them breakfast and Steve sat down at the small table they had nearby.

“So we’re going out to eat at Enzo’s,” Steve murmured. “Which I really don’t want to know how Gareth pulled that off, considering everyone goes there for prom and getting reservations are vicious. It’s almost a blood sport.”

Eddie chuckled pulling out the eggs to scramble. “Gareth’s mom is friends with the owner and she always has a standing table there.”

“Well that’s a relief,” he said wiping his brow. “I thought he had murdered a couple of our fellow students for the privilege.”

“I love that it’s Gareth you think would be the murderer,” he called over his shoulder, “instead of anyone else coming with us tonight.”

Steve half shrugged and started counting them off on his fingers. “Brian is a staunch pacifist, Jeff gets sick at the sight of blood and you are so sweet that it’s impossible to believe that would harm anyone unless they started shit first.” He tapped his fingers on the surface of the table. “But Gareth is the quiet one and everyone knows that serial killers are the strong and silent types.”

Eddie poured the beaten egg mixture into the heated frying pan and began to stir it around.

“I guess that makes sense,” he said after a few moments. “I love your absolute faith in me, by the way. If there were any serial killings in this town, the mob would come after me first.”

Steve sighed. “True that. Unfortunately.”

Eddie scooped the cooked eggs onto two plates, bringing them over to the table with a couple of forks.

They settled down to eat. After a few minutes of silence Steve asked. “You thinking of doing anything after the dance? I know we haven’t really talked about what we’re doing after.”

Eddie got that soft secret smile that made the butterflies in Steve’s stomach take flight. “There might be a couple of things I might have in mind.”

Steve shook his head fondly. “And let me guess, it’s a surprise and I’m not supposed to know?”

“Yup!” Eddie replied with a grin. “No eat up, I have plans for this morning...” he wagged his eyebrows suggestively.

Steve started immediately shoving egg into his face to Eddie’s cackling glee.

~

To say Steve was nervous would be a fucking understatement. He’d never been picked up for prom before and not knowing when Eddie was going to show up only made his anxiety spike further.

It wasn’t that Steve didn’t know when Eddie was going to leave to start picking everyone up, it was that Steve was third after Brian and Gareth, who were first and second respectively.

In his hand was a corsage for Eddie. It was black rose wrapped in a silver ribbon. And he was doing everything in his power not to crush the clear, plastic box it was in.

There was a knock on the door and Steve’s face fell a little when he saw it was Gareth at the door.

“Wow,” Gareth snarked, “don’t look all excited and shit to see me or whatever.”

“I–I guess I was expecting Eddie...” Steve muttered. He shook his head and tossed the box on the table. “I’m ready to go.”

Gareth frowned a little bit and then his expression cleared when he saw what was in the box. “Oh hell no.” He held up a finger and dashed back to the car. He yanked Eddie out of the driver’s seat and toward Steve’s door.

As they neared Steve heard Gareth grumble, “You are not fucking this up already!”

Eddie opened his mouth to protest when he saw Steve at the door looking dejected. He snapped it shut with an audible click. He saw the box on the table and looked back at Steve.

“You got me flowers?” he breathed. He couldn’t believe it. He had told Steve that he was taking care of everything.

But he forgot one thing and the fact that Wayne hadn’t brought it up, meant that Steve had gotten it for him as a surprise but told Wayne to keep Eddie from buying one for himself.

Steve gulped down the lump in his throat. “It’s just a silly corsage. The other guys aren’t wearing one, so I’ll just tak–” he reached up to remove his own white rose corsage when Eddie put his hands over Steve’s.

“No, sweetheart,” Eddie murmured. “I screwed up. I was supposed to be wooing you tonight and I already misstepped. I should have come to the door to pick you up. That wasn’t fair to you.”

“It’s not a big deal,” he mumbled still trying to remove his corsage.

Eddie took his face in his hands and pressed their foreheads together. “Baby, it is. Because it’s important to you. So what we’re going to do is, you’re going to stop trying to remove yours so it doesn’t get ruined,” and immediately Steve’s hands dropped to Eddie’s waist. “Good boy, now the next thing you’re going to do is pin that pretty flower you got for me on my leather jacket and then we’ll go get Jeff, okay?”

Steve let out a shuddering breath and then nodded. Then with trembling hands he took the black rose out of the box and pulled out the pin that would be used to attach it to Eddie’s jacket lapel.

Eddie wrapped his hands gently around Steve’s quivering hands again, this time to calm him. “Take your time, Stevie.”

Steve took a deep breath and looked Eddie in the eyes.

“There you are, princess,” Eddie cooed at how much calmer he looked now. “If it helps, I can knock on the door and we can start over.”

Steve shook his head but took a step back. He brought Eddie’s lips to his and kissed him deeply. “This will just be some stupid story we tell our grandkids when we’re old and grey.”

Eddie burst out laughing. “Only a month in and you’re already planning our grandkids! And I thought I moved fast.”

“Nope!” Steve teased, kissing him again. “You move fast, I move faster.”

Eddie giggled as a more confident Steve pinned the corsage to his leather jacket. They walked out and got into the LeBaron. Steve hopped into the back seat with Gareth who grumbled under his breath.

“I told him he should have gone up there and not send someone else, but noooo,” he muttered darkly. “I’m a little squashmore who’s never gone on a date in my life, what would I know?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Eddie huffed. “Rub it in. And where oh font of wisdom did you gain such knowledge, hmm?”

Gareth erupted, throwing his arms in the air. “I watch movies!” he huffed as Eddie pulled out of the driveway. “My mom and brother love romantic comedies. The dude always goes to the door unless he’s meant to be the douchebag loser.”

Steve burst out laughing. “He’s got you there, Eds.”

“Mistake made,” Eddie said dryly, “lesson learned.”

They got to Jeff’s, who’s mother had gotten Brian, Gareth and her son all corsages. They all had a single red rose to match Eddie’s black and Steve’s white roses.

“Ooh,” Eddie murmured. “Uncle Wayne was playing the long game, wasn’t he? He told you not get me and Steve corsages because Steve had them covered, didn’t he?”

Mrs. Laurence shook her head, barely containing her smile. “Steve coordinated it with me and I filled your uncle in.”

Eddie shook his head fondly and took Steve’s hand.

She took pictures of everyone in the tuxes and then sent them off with a wave.

~

Dinner was amazing. Especially with Steve gently guiding them with which forks to use, the meal was delicious and company was even better.

Their waiter even commented that he wished him and his friends had thought about just getting dressed up anyway and going to prom as friends. It would have been better than them sitting at home eating pizza and feeling sorry for themselves.

Steve just smiled up at him as the rest of them filled him on the rest of their plans. Well... all but Eddie anyway.

They got to the dance and while Mrs. Click was absolutely fuming, she couldn’t bar their entry because there was nothing in the rules that said they had to bring dates and as long as they had their tickets, she had to let them in.

Eddie took great pleasure in smiling at her as they walked into the gym.

The theme was of course Sweethearts so the gym was decked out in hearts of every size and of every shade of pink and red imaginable.

Steve chuckled as Jeff and Brian gagged. Gareth smacked them upside their heads and went off in search of punch, the other two boys shuffling behind him.

Eddie and Steve stood at the entrance a moment.

Eddie rocked back and forth on the balls on his feet, shoving his hands in his pockets to hide how never he felt. “So what do you do at a dance when you can’t dance with the one you want to?”

Steve looked over at him and tilted his head. “Make yourself as big a menace as possible, of course.”

Eddie grinned as Steve grabbed his wrist and they melted into the crowd.

~

About an hour into it, Eddie led Steve away from all the loud music and sweltering mass of teenage bodies.

“Eddie!” Steve protested with a laugh. “Where are you taking me?”

Eddie just cackled and kept pulling him along. They got the drama room and Steve was amazed he could hear the music.

“How?” he whispered.

Eddie grinned again. “They have speakers in here from the gym. They’re usually turned off as some brave stage crew managed to figure out a way to stop it from streaming in so kids could practice their lines and shit and not have to listen to basketball scores, but I got someone to turn them on for us.”

Steve turned to him in shock. “Us?”

Eddie nodded and led Steve further into the drama room. It was decorated in fairy lights and sparkling hearts.

“Oh, Eds...” Steve breathed. “It’s beautiful.”

“I paid one of the drama kids to do this for me so I could surprise you,” he murmured.

Just then a soft love song came over the speakers and he held out his hand to Steve. “Dance with me.”

Steve let out a watery chuckle and folded into Eddie’s arms. They danced cheek to cheek to the music and were still dancing slowly when the song changed to something more upbeat.

“I was so worried I couldn’t dance with you up there,” he murmured into Eddie’s ear, “and then you went and found a way for us to do it down here instead. God, I love you so much, sunshine.”

They kissed and danced until the announcement came over the speakers that they were crowning the prom king and queen. They walked back to the gym hand in hand.

“I tried to get myself removed from the ballot,” Steve said softly just as they reached the doors. “I told them that I didn’t want even be here, but they refused. Said that I was nominated by someone else and only they could remove from the ballot. They wouldn’t even tell me who. But then you came along and I still don’t want to be prom king, but I figured at least being here with you would be worth the price of admission.”

Eddie smiled and kissed him gently. “I think you’d look pretty in a crown, darlin’.”

Steve let out a nervous giggle. “You would.”

They let go of their hands and walk back in.

Steve made prom king. Like everyone assumed he would. And even though Billy hadn’t been on the ballot he came in second place with a lot of write-ins. Steve suspected that Billy had actually won, but as he wasn’t on the ballot and the principal not wanting it to go to a thug like Billy Hargrove had cinched Steve’s bid for the crown.

Prom queen was Tammy Thompson. Which she obviously had insider knowledge of when she broadly hinted to him to take her to prom. She even hissed about him probably wishing he had taken her when he had the chance as to not leave her poor date standing there on the sidelines.

Steve just smiled and nodded and suffered through their dance.

Once it was all done, he handed the bouquet of flowers to Jeff, the sash to Gareth and the crown to Brian.

“You’ve got nothing left, baby,” Eddie murmured as they walked out of the gym and into the darkened halls of the high school.

He gave Eddie’s hand a quick squeeze. “No, Eds. I’ve got you.”

That night after they had done all their after dance activities, they would make love in the back of the LeBaron under the stars at the quarry after they had dropped everyone else off and in the morning after they waved off the LeBaron as Wayne drove it back to the rent shop, Steve would drag Eddie back into the shelter of the trailer and kiss him senseless.

But until then, they had each other and that was enough.

~

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Children of the Night Part 4 (Steddie X You)

Warnings: Vamp Daddy Eddie/Human Sub Steve/ Human Sub Fem Reader, SMUT (I was in a particular mood), Steve breaks a rule and gets punished, spanking, edging, overstimulation, A bit of FLUFF (there is love here especially between Eddie and Steve being that their relationship is more established), ANGST, blood drinking (brief), Steve and reader can feel Eddie's emotions, another vivid dream of Eddie's memories continued from the last chapter, Steve has a bit of a panic attack but Eddie and Y/N got him.

Word Count: 3962

You awoke the next afternoon on your side being a little spoon to the vampire behind you as his steady breath continued to warm your shoulder. The sound of another slightly heavier exhale caused you to open your eyes and land on the beautiful boy in front of you. 

Steve’s eyes were squeezed shut as he tried to control himself from making too much noise, biting his bottom lip as an added measure of protection. The blanket below his waist was moving up and down with not-so-subtle schlick sounds that made it hard to misinterpret what he was doing. 

“Steve.”

“Fuck.”, he grunts at the sound of your voice, turning so his eyes can meet your own. “I’m sorry. I tried to be quiet. I’m…I’m not even really supposed to be… doing this but you two look so beautiful…together…”

Your hand reaches out to caress his face and he sighs in pleasure at the gesture.  

“Do you want some help?”

“Y-You don’t have to…honey. You’re probably still…still sore from last night.”, he pants.

“I can use my mouth.”

“Fuck. I…I should ask Daddy…if it’s…okay.”

“We can be quiet.”, you whisper. “Quieter.”

Once he finally nods, you carefully crawl out of Eddie’s embrace and pull down the covers that were blocking Steve’s actions. Your mouth salivated at the sight as his hand slowed its pace over his red, leaking cock that was fully standing at attention. 

As your tongue darted out to lick his mushroom tip, his eyes rolled back and fluttered closed again. Fully enveloping his length, his jaw went slack as a silent moan pushed through. 

“Fuck, baby, that feels so good.”, Steve murmured as he tried to control his hips from moving too much and shaking the bed. As your head bobbed, your nails ran along his thighs and up his tummy making him groan.

The growl that rumbled low beside you startled you both.

“Y/N, sweetheart, I know you’re new here but Steven knows to ask my permission first when it comes to his pleasure.” The man’s cock twitched in your hand at Eddie’s tone. He liked it. A ring covered palm reached out to grab his boyfriend’s throat. “What? You thought because she’s here my rules changed?”

“N-No. No, Daddy. Please…I’m sorry. I needed to cum.”

“Oh? You need it? So fucking greedy.” Without tearing his eyes from Steve, he addressed you. “Keep doing what you were doing, baby, but don’t hold back this time. You’re both already in trouble. May as well go all in now.”

Taking him into your mouth again, you fully descend his length till your drool was spilling out of your lips and down his shaft. 

“Yes.”

“Feel good?”, Eddie asks condescendingly to Steve’s whimpers. “What feels better? Her mouth or you disobeying me?”

“I’m sorry, Daddy.”

“Yeah, you will be. Didn’t I make you cum last night?”

“Yes, Daddy. I-I just—”

“I don’t want to hear it. I don’t care. What’s our rule?” Steve gets distracted when your hand replaced your lips around him and you stroke him as you suck on his balls. “Focus, little boy! What’s our rule?!”

“Y-You handle my pleasure in here. I-I-I can’t even…pleasure myself. Fuck, Y/N, that’s it!” His palm gripped Eddie’s neck as he brought his lips to his. “Her mouth feels amazing. Shit. I’m gonna cum.”

The vampire placed his forehead on his boyfriends as Steve panted against his face. His body shuddered as his face scrunched and his spend hit the back of your throat. After swallowing everything he gave you, you pulled away, allowing his now softening cock to fall against him. 

“Thank you, Daddy. I love you, baby.”

“I love you to, you idiot.”, Eddie teased. “Your punishment will come in a moment. For you young lady, this is your warning.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy.”

“Y/N, maybe, now would be the time to talk about our relationship. You’ve been calling me Daddy and Steve said he was fine with it but I need to fully hear you agree to it. I have rules for him that would go for you as well.”

“What are the rules?”

“Well, the first one you know now. I control your pleasure; you can’t even touch yourself or have him touch you unless I allow it.”

“Can I kiss him and hold him?”

Steve grins softly at your question, loving that that is something you continuously want to do with him telling him that for you this wasn’t purely sexual. 

“Yeah, of course, sweetheart.”, Eddie smiles as reaches out to touch your cheek. “So adorable. Do you have any don’ts we should avoid?”

“My exes were always…too rough. They always went one step to far every time. They would choke me too hard or, obviously, hit my too hard. Don’t be too rough.”

“That’s a little vague, honey.” Their eyes scan you over as you meekly apologize. “These past few nights…how was that?”, Steve asked. 

“I liked it. I, um, I kind of wish I had all of Eddie last night. Not that I mind the vampire, just…I want to know you.”

“That’s fair. Whenever you’re ready, we can—”

“I’m ready!”, you shout a bit to enthusiastically causing both men to laugh.

“Didn’t I fuck you both? How can you both still be so needy?”, the vampire teases. 

“You’re not sore?”

“I am little but not enough to need a break or anything.”

Eddie squints playfully in your direction before bringing his wrist to his mouth and flinching as he bites down drawing blood.

“Munson, what are you doing?”

“Helping. I figure if my blood can heal her maybe it will help with the pain between her legs.”

“She said she’s fine through.”

“Steven! Calm down, okay? She’s a big girl.” After offering you his arm, you crawl forward and sit on your knees as your lips connect with his flesh. “Fuck me, why does that feel so good?”

The way he cut himself was small enough to allow for trickles to fall on your tongue but to you it wasn’t enough and you desperately wanted more as you tried to suck his wound harder for sustenance.

“O-Okay, baby, that’s enough.” Ignoring him, his eyes rolled as a low rumble left his chest causing Steve to sit up. Forcefully grabbing your hair, you panted as he pulled you back and tilted your head towards his face. “What part of ‘I control your pleasure’ do you not understand, little girl? If I say that’s enough, it’s enough. Am I being clear?”

“Y-Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry.”

Shoving you away, he glances towards Steve who’s watching you intently. 

“Y/N, honey, if at any point you feel uncomfortable I want you to say the word ‘Red’ ok? If for some reason he doesn’t hear it, I will.”

“Because I’ve never heard it in the past?”, Eddie pouts. 

“Lots of trial and error when you’re dating a vampire.”, the other boy smiles, seeing the question in your eyes when you looked at him. “He’s come a long way though. Eddie and Daddy are diligent… the vampire on the other hand…”

The long-haired man’s jaw tightens as he looks away guiltily. 

“Ok…say ‘red’ if I feel uncomfortable.”, you repeat. 

Steve’s eyes scan you over with careful curiosity. “Does it really taste that good? His blood I mean. I’ve never…”

“Would you like to?”, Eddie asks after you nod your head.

As his boyfriend blinks nervously, the vampire bites himself again and offers his arm out for him to try.

“Wow. You really do heal quickly.”

“Yeah. The smaller the wound, the faster it heals.” His chocolate eyes never leave Steve as he speaks, watching him as he stares at the blood that begins to fall down his forearm. “Baby, you don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

Steve exhales heavily as he leans forward and runs his tongue along his skin, collecting the sweet syrup before attaching his mouth to the bite. Eddie’s eyes close as he grunts, trying to control the vampire within. 

“Ok.” His long brown mane whips across his face as he tilts his head towards your voice. “Ok I accept your rules and I want to be in this relationship with you two. I trust you.”

“Steve…Steve stop.”, Eddie grumbled. Just as he was about to tug him back like he had with you, his eyes opened, following your movements as you crawled towards the other man, and gently began kissing his neck. 

“Steve, Daddy wants you to stop.”, you whispered as your fingers firmly pinched his jaw. As he let Eddie go, his hair fell into his face as he panted almost like he had just come back from a run. Making you straddle his waist, his arms circled tightly around you as his large palm pushed at the back of your head, bringing your lips to his. 

His energy was like a man possessed as he tried to hold you tighter to him, grinding his hips against yours. 

“Let her go, Steve. Don’t forget, you’re in trouble.”

Loudly groaning, his head fell against your chest as you tenderly ran your fingers through his hair. 

“Please. Please, Daddy. I want her.”, he pleaded in a tone you had never heard from him before. Even Eddie’s head tilted at the sound as he tried to remain in control. “I can feel everything. It’s been so long since I felt so… alive.” The man breathily laughed as he shifted his gaze towards him. “I can feel how much you want to fuck her. Oh my god.”

Licking your lips, you clung to him tighter as you felt those feelings heighten inside of you as Eddie got more turned on. 

“I can feel how much you want to fucking ruin me for disobeying you. Do it, Daddy. Please, baby.”

The wind blew as you were both abruptly pulled apart and positioned in different places; you on your back with your legs open and Steve on all fours with Eddie behind him. A couple of pillows were placed behind you so you could lay back and have a good view of the men in front of you.

“Here are the rules of your punishment, greedy boy. I’m going to spank you while you eat this pretty girl’s pussy. If you cum before I get to 10, I start over. Understood?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“You, baby girl, just lay there and watch how a punishment can be delivered. Once I’m done with him… you’re mine.” Your body shuddered at his sexy smirk as his hand came down hard on his boyfriend’s ass. “Count.”

“One.”

Taking hold of your thighs, Steve’s tongue licked a stripe through your folds eliciting a small whimper from you. As his hand came down again, the other boy counted the number and wrapped his mouth around your clit, sucking the bud before coming off it with a loud smacking noise and repeating the process. The vibrations from his groan sent a shock wave through you as Eddie reached between the boy’s legs to casually stroke his stiffening cock.

“That’s it, Stevie. Get her nice and wet for me.” Licking his palm, he rubbed Steve’s balls as his free hand pushed a finger into his hole. “Tell Daddy how that feels.”

“Fuck.”, you mewled as he spit into your cunt, sliding in two of his long, thick fingers.

“It feels so good, Daddy. Fuck, I can feel you everywhere.”

After spanking him again, your eyes rolled back as Steve’s tongue flicked your bundle of nerves faster as he pumped his digits.

“You both look so sexy like this.” Steve felt his pending orgasm approaching as Eddie felt his cock in his grasp twitch. His palm came down and the boy whined as his boyfriend released him from his hold. “Don’t cum, little boy. We’re only at 4 right now. You should make Y/N cum though. She looks like she’s on the edge.”

Doing what he was told, he pressed his tongue against you, thrusting his fingers till he felt you tremble and your pussy quiver around him as you came while Eddie spanked him again. Starting his rhythm once more, he built Steve up till he was just about to explode before stopping completely till he calmed down. 

It took the human boy a while to catch on but after the fifth spank, he didn’t do it again until after you came. By number eight, he was doing everything he could to get you there faster unsure of how much more he could take. 

“Two more, sweetheart. You can do it. Remember, this is punishment. It’s not supposed to be easy.”

“D-D-Daddy…”, Steve sobbed. “I want to cum. Please…it hurts.”

“What color are we at, babe?”

“Green.”, he whined.

“Good. Good boy. What about you, princess?” Eddie couldn’t help but chuckle as you flashed him a thumbs up sign. “Good girl. My good little beauties. Keep going, Steve.”

Shoving his face between your puffy lips, his fingers dug into your thighs as he devoured you desperately. A burn you had felt before coursed through your veins and you opened your eyes just in time to see Eddie guide his cock into Steve’s entrance. 

“Oh fuck.”, Steve grunted, his tongue lapping faster inside of you. 

“St-Ste-Steve, slow down.”, you whimpered as you softly pet his head. 

“FUCK! Nine!”, the boy screamed as Eddie’s palm came down hard. Tears streaked your face as his head shook between your legs, his tongue flattening and pressing hard against your clit as his hands held you in place. 

An overwhelming feeling of euphoria crashed over as you came and while you were still lost in heaven, the sound of a smack reverberated through the room as well as Steve’s garbled voice as he counted out his final number. His head hung as Eddie thrust into him at a faster pace, building his boyfriend back up. Limply, you slid your body underneath him and placed his head on your shoulder. 

“You can cum now, baby. You did good. I want you to cum on me, Steve.”

Lifting his head, his lips locked with yours, both of you moaning breathily into each other’s mouths as you felt Eddie’s arousal heighten. Pounding roughly into him, the boy underneath him grunt as his jaw went slack and he placed his forehead on yours. Reaching between your bodies, he pumped his cock aggressively till rope after rope of his seed landed on your skin. 

“Ah, shit…”, Steve groaned, wincing as he continued to milk his overstimulated length till he was empty. 

“That’s it, Steve. You did so good. I love you so much.”, you cooed as you ran your nails along his chest and back.

Eddie’s lips softly trailed up his back till they landed on his boyfriends with an encouraging smile. 

“She’s right. You took your punishment like a good boy. Why don’t you lay back and rest while I take care of baby girl here.”

Steve lazily nodded as he collapsed beside you and you moved one of the pillows to place under his head. The vampire smirked and winked at you as he slowly crawled up the length of your body, kissing parts of you along the way. Hovering over Steve’s release, his eyes met yours as his tongue darted out to clean up the mess. 

Your stomach moved underneath him as you pleasantly sighed, petting his head as you watched him below you. 

“This is going to sound so weird but I like feeling you breathe.” When you smile down at him with half lidded eyes, his own grin grows. “I think it’s something I don’t take for granted anymore since I actually stopped breathing for a time. When Steve would sleep, I always kept my hand on his chest as I would watch it rise and fall. I don’t know why but it just made him more handsome to me.”

As his kisses continued to move their path up your sweaty skin, he paused again to lick the valley between your breasts relishing in the sound of your little moans as he wrapped his mouth around one of your nipples. A heavy breath escaped Steve’s lips as he turned his head towards you both, keeping his eyes closed as his hand rubbed along his chest. 

“Are you alright? We can stop if you want to.”, Eddie whispered when he finally reached the shell of your ear. “You have to use your words, sweetheart.”, he lightly scolds when you nod. 

“I’m ok, Daddy. I don’t know if Steve can take anymore though.”, you murmur, throat sore from moaning and screaming. 

Chuckling, he extended his hand out to the man and caressed his cheek as his thumb moved along his bottom lip.

“Babe, can you still feel me?”

“Uh huh.”

This time you both giggle at his exhausted answer causing Steve to smile as well when he feels how warm it makes Eddie feel hearing the sound of your genuine laugh.

“Do you need us to stop?”

“Nu uh. Jus go slow.”

The long-haired boy’s beautiful eyes focus on you again as he grips your thighs and wraps your legs around his waist.

“That’s the plan.”

While delicately kissing your lips, Eddie reaches between you and guides himself into your core. Both men at the same time release a long moan as the vampire gradually thrusts his hips, pumping his cock into you inch by inch. 

“Fuck, sweetheart. Steve really got you ready for me, didn’t he?” As his forehead fell against yours, you clung to his shoulders as your jaw fell and you quietly panted against his mouth. “God, you are so tight.”

His last word came out deep and heavy causing your eyes to open so you could look at his face. Eddie’s mouth open in a silent O and his nose was scrunched in focus as he continued to deliver long, smooth strokes that had your toes curling. 

You and Steve could both feel it within him, the aggressive energy that just wanted to fuck you into the mattress but even he didn’t want that right now. He wanted to take his time and feel every part of you. More than anything, he wanted to maintain control. It really bothered him that Steve mentioned the vampire within him struggled to be reined in sometimes. 

What bothered him most was that he knew it was true. He didn’t want to go overboard and hurt either one of you. He would never mean to if it happened but sometimes the vampire demanded attention. 

“Eddie. Eddie, baby, look at me.”, you whispered softly as you tilted your nose to graze his. When he was finally able to do what you asked, his black irises reflected back. He expected you to be frightened or even disappointed but when you gently smiled back at him, a wave of comfort flowed through him. “It’s ok. Come back to me, Daddy. Come back to us.”

Blinking, his beautiful eyes returned to their normal color as he leaned down to kiss your lips. Both of Eddie’s palms glided along your arms as you lifted them over your head and he took hold of your wrists as his head fell beside yours.

Rolling his hips slowly but firmly, his cock roughly hit that sensitive spot inside of you that had you mewling. 

“Yes. Just like that.”

A second set of lips should have startled you but it didn’t; you welcomed the feeling. Steve sucked and nibbled at your neck as his hand ran along his boyfriend’s back. 

“You feel so good, pretty girl. Your pussy was made us. Fuck, you take me so well. Cum, baby. Cum again on Daddy’s cock so I can fill you up.”

The bed lightly rustled underneath you as he thrust into you faster. The coil that had begun to wind snapped and you cried against his cheek as he continued to murmur praises in your ear.

“I know. I know, baby girl. Daddy’s got you. That’s it, sweetheart. Good girl.”

With a few more rough pumps, his rhythm faltered and you felt him paint your walls with his release. They both continued to kiss your neck, whispering how much they cared about you and how beautiful you were as your eyes closed and you fell asleep. 

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“Eddie?”

The vampire huffs as he tosses the boy he had been feeding on to the side and grabbed the other to do the same. Something touched his shoulder and he angrily turned, grabbing their throat as he held them back. Steve gasped as he came face to face with the man he loved. 

Silently, Eddie let him go and his thumb grazed along the man’s busted lip. He growled loudly as his palm caressed his cheek just beneath his blackening eye.

“H-How? I…we…we thought you were gone…”

“I was.”

At the sound of his voice, Steve collapsed into his arms and sobbed. He thought he would never hear his boyfriend’s voice again. 

“I tried to bring you back home. Henderson and I tried but we couldn’t. I hated myself for leaving you there.”

Tilting his head back, he cupped the metalhead’s face and pressed his lips to his own. Eddie’s hands slowly lifted to grab his face as well, the fog of his hunger dissipating, and his love for Steve pushing through. 

“I missed you so much, honey. You have no idea how lonely its been without you.” Wiping his eyes, he grabbed the man’s hand and started to tug him towards where his BMW was parked. “We need to get out of here. They still blame you for the murders and I’m not going to let someone take you away from me again.”

“Steve?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“I’m still hungry.”

Your eyes snapped open at the same time as Steve’s except he wakes up panting aggressively. 

“So…Eddie’s greatest hits? How was volume 3?”, Eddie sassed from his spot at the end of the bed where he had been waiting for you two to wake up. 

The other man promptly threw back the covers and chaotically moved around the room, sliding on boxers as he headed for the closet. The metalhead swished to his side and grabbed his wrist right as he was reaching for the suitcase they kept in the corner. 

“Steve, what’s going on?”

“I…we…I need to…pack…we need to leave…”

“Why?”

Moving around him, he threw the suitcase on the bed just as you hastily moved out of the way and grabbed one of his shirts off the floor to put on. 

“Steve, baby, slow down. Talk to me.”

“I can’t…we need to…I’m not…” His eyes searched around the room as if he couldn’t figure out where he was. “We…Eddie…”

“Is it because of your dream? What did you guys see? I felt the hunger again and your grief.”

“Steve realized you weren’t dead and said you needed to run.”, you answered for him causing Eddie to sigh as he tried to get his boyfriend to focus. 

“Sweetheart, look at me. We’re safe, ok? We’re not in Hawkins, you got me out and away. Come back to me, babe.” Steve began to panic, trying to yank his arms out of Eddie’s firm grip. “Everything’s ok, Harrington!” “It’s not okay! I’M NOT GOING TO LET ANYONE TAKE YOU AWAY FROM ME AGAIN!” 

The vampire caught him as his boyfriend’s knees buckled and he fell into his arms, slowly guiding him to the floor as he held him. 

“Everything’s ok, baby. I promise. You’re not alone anymore. I’m right here and so is Y/N.”

Sliding to your knees, you held his hand as he cried and Eddie rocked him against his chest. 

“I’m not going anywhere, Steve.”, you cooed as his fingers intertwined with yours. 

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@chelebelletx @mandyjo8719 @nailbatanddungeon

[wroteclassicaly]

Warnings: Language, smut, NSFW goodness, vaginal fingering, finger sucking, & Steve comes in his pants.

A/N: Well, this wouldn’t leave me alone, the dash was horny for Steve too, and my mind spiraled. *Eddie Munson voice* @pastel-pillows & @dr-aculaaa — this is for you! ;-)

You couldn’t stop the way your legs began to shake, calves tense, thighs jiggling from the jostle you accompanied yourself with, toes of your sneakers dipped into the green carpeting and digging in, only to bounce seconds later. You swear you can hear your heartbeat rushing in your ears, bursting the drums, echoing your sinful sentiments, a choir of nasty little devils whispering encouragement into your ears, their sharp teeth sucking at your lobe. It all started with watching Steve rearrange his trunk this morning before you rode with him to work at the store. He’d pulled out his nail slayed weapon, twirling it like it weighed nothing and he did it for a living. You went doe eyed, becoming dizzy and dumb.

Robin had rolled her eyes, following shortly behind for her own ride. “So glad I’m not straight.” She was forever onto you.

And the duration towards Family Video wasn’t any better. With the ping pong weather of the Midwest, you’d all had your windows down and it kept blowing Steve’s unruly mane, resulting in crunching leather, twisting upon by his clenched fingers as they shifted to raise, his wrist tendons flexing beneath a rolled Henley, his digits pushing back the tendrils that had mounted his forehead. With a slow morning, it gave you three some time to unwrap new snacks to restock the front counter with. Only… that packing tape was always tough and you left the letter opener in the back (you could never find it, really), so Steve came to the rescue. He’d fetched his keys from the employee lockers, bringing them into the front with one announcement: the metal ring swinging along his defined pointer finger. With a freshly manicured nail bed and a calloused padding around the digit’s tip, you were all but salivating.

Praying made everything worse for your state, and you’d resigned to indulging in every waking fantasy as you watched Steve roll his sleeves up until they crested over his forearms and rested around his elbows, giving you VIP access to each and every tendon, vein, freckle, mole, and muscle that the limbs possessed, complete with his signature watch wrapped around his left wrist. Robin had backed away and busied herself further towards the front, not wanting to be smothered by your increasingly unstable pheromones. You thought that maybe asking Steve for help instead of watching him grit his pearly whites or lick his tongue out over that dark stubble beginning to work its way into his flesh, circling his mouth in the most luscious ways, all because the tape was being stubborn against his keys — wasn’t a smart choice. He had refused with a smile, leaning over the cardboard and giving you a direct eyeline down the collar of his shirt, curly chest hair peeking back at you. On your way around the counter after nearly collapsing, Robin had poked her finger into her mouth and mimicked a gag, rolling her eyes at your middle finger return.

And that leads you to your current continued predicament, the slutty saga trotting along. Steve makes a noise of eager mirth and that goofy grin of triumph washes over his features, his fingers tucking into the packaging and flipping the lids, curling.

Curling…

You choke on your own spit, a deep breath coming out choppy. You immediately warm with embarrassment and maneuver your way through the stale air towards the restrooms. You’re barely inside a stall before Steve comes in behind you, halfway in the doorway, hand tightened knuckle-white around the silver handle, little denim jeans strapped to his thick thigh that is raised slightly, his Nike sneaker toe pointed into the floor to hold his place. You watch his arm prop, his brows cinch in confusion.

“Honey? Everything alright?”

If you speak it’ll all vomit out in a pornographic moan, so you can merely shake your head. Steve immediately reacts and joins your proximity, nearly caging your airspace in, his cologne draping around you like a fucking winter coat. Your eyelids flutter closed, your body stepping back, then in. This is ridiculous. It’s not like you two haven’t fooled around before, on nights where the action was slow and the adrenaline ran high.

He always said you could talk to him, ask him for and about — anything. It’s a comical slow motion when his hand raises, veins defined and running alongside his creamy skin that will tan in the coming Spring, it never fails to. He seems to feed off of your look, patience his new virtue. You permit his thumbpad to stroke a shred of hair to tuck it behind your ear, causing your nipples to harden in your bra’s confines.

“Steve…” And his breath hitches, because even underneath the sickly fluorescent lighting he can see your dilated pupils.

“Oh.” His own voice has gone rasp, scattered. But there’s a battering jealousy that gnaws at his abdomen, fanning its green flames into his esophagus. He could choke on the bile that someone else might have caused your pent up responses.

It’s like he knows what you’re going to say before you do, but he encourages, stroking ever so softly along your cheekbone now. “What do you need?”

You mewl and sway into him, chests brushing, lips parched when they peel apart. You can practically taste his cinnamon breath spray on your tongue. “Need to touch myself.” You settle for a more hands off approach, not wanting to push, especially at work and with your shared best-friend thirty feet away.

Steve, however, he surprises you. He purses his plush lips into a plop, sclera glazed over with honey hot arousal. “Yeah? You think I can watch you do it? It’s been so long since you’ve let me see you between your legs, baby.”

It didn’t matter anymore if you were thinking about someone else, because you’re going to be thinking of him now — only, just. He wants to make sure.

You’re almost warning him, but when your jaw drops and your tongue is present, his thumb glides along your skin and presses inside and over the wet muscle. Steve has never seen you react so strongly, your left hand reaching out and fisting into his shirt, bunching it and yanking him into the stall with you, kicking it shut, his back falling upon the cool, doodle littered metal. He hisses, a fuck being spat into the air. You’re trembling into your ragged breathing, vest rippling with the waves of your heaving breasts. You look at him from beneath your lashes, fluttering, sucking with purpose on his thumb.

His cock swells instantly, straining uncomfortably against the zipper of his light blue Levi’s. It hits him then, what you have wanted. Or rather, who. He feels a possessive pull that’s stronger than gravity, polluting every bit of air that enters his lungs. His arm wraps around your lower back and his forearm jostles a chill down your spine.

You make room and claw your vest off, letting the cheap polyester hit the tile floor, helping yourself to his arm around you, bending to having his palm splay along your tailbone, caressing, moving upwards seconds later. Your hand untangles from the now wrinkled fabric of his shirt and moves to your jeans, pushing and twisting, getting them to a place where they drift down your hips and pool around your knees. Your panties are next, so sticky and hot between your thighs that it strings from you to glistening fabric, Steve’s mouth watering.

“Dammit, honey. How long have you been like this for?”

You’re panting, whimpering, his light kneading in your tense muscles, finding him eventually cupping your neck with a heavy and large palm, fingers tickling your jugular. Your pulse is thumping sporadically beneath his touch, he notes with fascination.

“All day.” You reveal. “Because of you and these.” You say full out, tongue lolling out and licking another one of his fingers into your mouth — salty and all Steve.

Those carmel colored brows, they rise into a question. You nod once more. “Please?”

Steve dips in, drops his wrist to nudge the meat of your thighs further apart, and he swipes a finger through the soaked seam of you, collecting what he can, rubbing along the rim of muscle that keeps your beautiful inside from him — pushing it when you begin to shake and plead. Your whispering praises and thank yous, ready to worship at the temple of Steve Harrington. He adds a third finger to your mouth and thrusts, wiggling them along the wetness, marveling at how it pools in the creases where your lips meet your cheeks.

“Like that?” He draws out a gruff groan, tossed about by the electric force and your perfect lips closing around his fingers, sucking him like it’s his dick and the world is about to end.

You give him that look, and that familiar adrenaline finds its way to the surface and screams, taking you and Steve within its clutches. He’s smirking at your mumbling around him, a pathetic but purely diabolical sight. He’s so hard it hurts to move, knees bumping yours, and your body pliant and fucking yourself on his hand, your lips spread apart and scattering your cream across his palm each time you push back down against him, arching to help nudge his fingers into a deeper crook. You grip his wrist bone and tap, tracing those veins, and you finalize by digging your nails into his forearm. He retaliates and holds on the back of your tongue, making you sputter and choke, spit dribbling out and squishing around his knuckles.

“Yeah, gag on it. Fuck, you’re about to cum already, do you feel it?”

And you do come, seconds later, licking and biting at Steve’s fingers, squeezing his arm and practically humping his hand until it subsides. Your head is spinning when you touch back to planet earth, Steve shaking and folding in on you, his sticky fingers falling from your pussy, the softest noise coming out of his throat and barreling past his lips.

“Holy shit…” you look right at his crotch in time to see the denim darken with his load.

He finds your neck and kisses, returning cute and shyly, his own hand leaving your mouth, pruned and sated.

“I can’t believe I just got off in my pants. Christ, honey. You’re fucking ridiculous today.”

Steve-speak. All dopey and cheesy, uncaring that he busted like a horny teenager. But you didn’t care either, so he didn’t feel the need to be ashamed.

Whilst he helps you readjust your clothing, a shrill voice sounds from the other side of the room.

“You better wash your hands,” Robin yells.

You’re sheepish, wincing, but Steve… he winks at you and slides his still—wet fingers into his mouth, making a nice show of cleaning them, looking proud once he finishes, responding with a vocal, “They’re clean, doofus.” And he leans in towards you, an afterthought, your noses brushing, as he whispers lowly, “Just gotta run home and change my pants now.”

[moonbeamsandmayhem]

pairing: steddie x fem!reader

warnings: cnc, predator/prey dynamic, blood mention (i think that’s it, please lmk if not.)

Your lungs were burning. Sucking in cold air hard enough that your chest felt it may burst at the seams. Your legs were equally aflame as they carried you through the wooded area of Lover’s Lake fast as they dared. You could feel their eyes on you; predators slowly biding their time. And it sent a thrill through you. You didn’t dare stop, even when you could hear their cat calls, their taunts, carried on the chilly wind.

You knew they’d catch you soon. They wanted you to have your bit of fun, to play out your fantasy as the helpless little rabbit.

You run for another five minutes, finally having to stop, you lean back against a particularly gnarled tree trunk, sucking in air into your oxygen starved lungs. Your body is covered in a sheen of cold sweat, clothes clinging to you as you try to reign control of the rapid thumping in your chest.

A snap of twigs to your left catches your attention, head whipping round. You’re greeted by the Cheshire Cat grin of Eddie, all teeth and so very smug. His hands are behind his back as he leisurely closes the distance between you. “Gotcha.”

“Not yet.” You snip, turning on your heel to begin the pursuit again but you’re met with something solid, something warm. And you bounce half a step back only to be met by Steve Harrington’s questioning brow. With the trained quickness of a learned athlete, he grabs a hold of your upper arm, bringing you to his chest.

“You were saying?”

You put a fight. A damn good fight. Both Steve and Eddie are impressed at how you’re able to land some solid hits, even drawing blood. Scraped fingernails claw against Eddie’s cheek, crimson blooming, dripping down to his lips. He holds your gaze as he licks them clean, securing handcuffs to your wrists.

“I know we said we’d bring her back to the van, but…”

“Here?” Steve looks around. But you all are quite alone, save for the things that go bump in the night.

“Here,” Eddie affirms. “You wanna be treated like an animal, sweetheart? Then we’ll fuck you like one.” His and Steve’s hands tear your clothes, groping appreciatively, the sound of ripping fabric permeating the air. They make quick work of it, leaving you in tatters. The swell of your breasts heave and you try to cross your legs to hide yourself from their hungry gaze.

Steve clicks his tongue, looking at you from beneath his lashes. “Gone all shy now, huh?”

They show you no mercy. Eddie ruts into you from the back, hand wrapped around your throat as he slams into you over and over, slick coating your thighs. You choke on your moans; his pierced cock finding that spot inside of you that turns you into nothing but a mindless hole.

Through your blurred vision you see Steve, tight acid-wash jeans pushed down as he fists his cock. His lips are parted, a rosy hue to his cheeks. Eddie bends you, until you’re face to face with Harrington’s third eye. You’re nearly salivating as a few pearls of pre-cum seep from his slit.

“Suck.” Steve’s hand finds your hair, grabbing a fist full of it. Fingers twining through it tightly. He shoves his way into the warmth that is your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. You moan around the thick flesh.

“Fuck, Stevie, I can feel you through her throat.” Eddie groans, his pace stuttering to a near crawl. His ring hand squeezes and you find yourself choking once more, causing all three of you to moan out into the night. Drool begins to dribble and pool and drip from your mouth, tracking down your chest. And soon enough, Steve is fucking into your mouth, a crude, wet, ‘guck, guck, guck’ coming from you.

Eddie smacks your ass once, than twice. You tighten around his dick. “You little pain slut. Like it when we mark you up, babe?” You mewl in response. Your body is enraptured, caught in the purgatory of pain and pleasure. The two men find a rhythm; in and out, in and out. “Fuck, I’m gonna come!” The metal head declares, and he does. Hard. His spend shooting into you, hot and thick. You scream around Steve’s cock as Eddie’s orgasm triggers your own. He grips you roughly, hands on hips, fingers digging into you hard enough to bruise.

If it wasn’t for the fact that Eddie had his hands on you and Steve with his in your hair, you would have collapsed. Your legs feeling like absolute jelly.

Steve rips you off his cock as Eddie takes a step back to admire his work, watching a mixture of his and your release trickles down your thighs. But you only have a moment to centre yourself before Steve is lifting you into his arms, hoisting you against the nearest tree trunk. You squeal, still so sensitive, but he doesn’t care. He almost folds you in half; the tops of your thighs squishing into your breasts. He lines himself up with your sopping entrance and plunges into you with a squelch.

Your eyes roll back as you scream to the high heavens for relief, but no one is listening.

You don’t even recognize the man in front of you as he picks up a punishing pace. He bites at your neck, the swells of your breasts, claiming you in the most animalistic fashion imaginable. His eyes are black, taken over by the feral need to come.

And all you can do is take it.

He comes in you with a guttural growl. So deep and so hot, you’re trying to push him away but he holds you fast, dumping his body weight against you. “Shh, baby, shh. I know it hurts. Take it all.”

Silence. All expect the panting breaths between the three of you. Steve holds you close for a moment longer, peppering much softer kisses all over your face and neck as he extracts him self, trying to distract you from the discomfort.

Eddie was by your side in an instant having already righted himself. He undid the cuffs, stuffing them haphazardly into a back pocket. He circles an arm around your waist as he awkwardly shimmies off his leather jacket to put over your shoulders. He presses a kiss to your forehead, muttering what a good girl you are for them.

The next thing you know, Steve has you in his arms in a bridal carry. Too dazed to speak, let alone walk, you snuggle against his chest, grateful for the warmth he and Eddie’s jacket provide. Cocooned by their scent, you find the heaviness of slumber rearing its ugly head.

And as the sun begins to creep its way into the night sky, making way for dawn, you vaguely wonder at the back of your head, how you got so lucky. Your two protectors keeping a watchful eye as sleep takes you into its depths.

[izzy2210]

Staring

One thing about Eddie that Steve couldn’t stop staring at, were his fingers. Those long, pale fingers, adorned with rings and chipped off nail polish, he just couldn’t keep his eyes off of them. He watched as Eddie took the blunt from Jonathan, inhaled the smoke, and passed it back. He watches his fingers curl around the joint, and wished they’d curl around something else. He watched as he grabs a hair tie, putting it in between his teeth because his hands are busy, lean fingers raking through his curls. Steve could be actually drooling, because Robin nudges him. 

“Earth to Steve? Hey, what are you thinking about?” She hooks her pinkie finger into his, a reminder that he can say anything. Steve sighs, and tears his eyes off of Eddie. “Nothin’, Robs.” He stretches, raising his arms high above his head, closing his eyes, as if that will help.

One thing about Steve that Eddie couldn't stop staring at, was his lower belly. That smooth, tanned skin, adorned with scars and a little happy trail, he just couldn’t keep his eyes off of it. He watched as Steve stretched, his already short sweater riding up until his tanned skin peeks out from underneath. Steve would tell you he gained weight, but Eddie only sees more to grab, more to taste.. Eddie could be actually drooling, because Jonathan nudges him. “You good, man? You were just staring off into the distance..”  He nudges him again. “Nothing, Jon.” He rakes his fingers through his hair again.

This dance goes back and forth for a while, too engrossed in staring at the other that they don’t notice the other one’s staring. Robin and Jonathan share a knowing look. Robin stands up. “I’m just gonna go to the toilet.” Jonathan’s eyebrows rise, “Oh uh yeah, me too.” He stands up as well, and in the blink of an eye, Steve and Eddie are alone. They’ve never been. 

Steve swallows audibly, and his Adam’s apple bobs, catching Eddie's attention. He twirls a curl around his finger, and Steve stares. Eddie looks at him, and scoots closer to him on the couch. “So- eh..” He begins, but Steve interrupts him. “You look pretty. For a boy, I mean.” He adds quickly. How smooth, Harrington.

“Oh, eh. Thank you. I think.” Eddie chuckles awkwardly, and Steve could slap himself. “What I’m trying to say is that.. Uhm..” He stumbles over his words, and the fact that Eddie is fiddling with his hair is not helping. Steve hides his face with his hand, stretching over the couch. “Sorry, man, I don’t.. I don’t know. Sorry.” He pinches his brow, but Eddie only has eyes for the tiny sliver of skin revealing itself when Steve lays down. His fingers twitch to reach out, to run his fingertips along the line V-shape his hip-dips make, to lick and taste his skin. 

“You-uh. You look pretty as well, Steve.” Steve’s eyes meet Eddie’s. “For a boy, you mean?” he asks, forgetting to breathe. Eddie shrugs. "Just.. Just pretty. I guess.” He turns the ring on his pinkie around and around, and Steve is fucking salivating. “Look- Eddie.. Fuck- I’m sorry for what I’m about to say but please, fuck, stop fiddling with your fingers,” Steve groans. Eddie smirks. “And what if I don’t?” He teases, the weed making him courageous,  and Steve sighs, shrugging and scratching an itch on his side. His sweater rides up again, and this can’t keep going on like this, Eddie decides. 

“Look, Steve, I’m- I’m very gay. You know that.” Steve’s eyes widen, and he nods. “And I may perhaps be very gay for you. Now if you would also please stop letting your shirt ride up like that, that would be great, because I’m about to fucking pin you down and have my way with you, and I think neither of us want that. Now if you wouldn’t mind, I’m going upstairs and I’m gonna cry for a bit.” He stands up abruptly, but Steve grabs his wrist. 

“I’d want that. I think.” 

“You’d.. Huh?” Eddie looks at him, and then at his wrist. If his hands are warm, his stomach would be even warmer. “I’d like that. Not the crying part. I’ve been staring at you the entire night, Eds, you really didn’t notice? Fuck, those hands..” 

Eddie sits back down. “What about them?” He traces random patterns on Steve’s wrist. He stares. “You really want me to say it, huh?” He smiles slightly, and Eddie nods. “Want you to put them in my mouth, Eds, let me suck on them. Or wrap them around my neck. Or something else.” 

Eddie lets out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding. “Well in that case, I’d love to run my fingers over your stomach, Stevie. I, for once, have been staring at that. It’s criminal.” “It’s pudgy-” “It’s fucking hot, alright? Fuck, just wanna..” Eddie keeps his promise, and pins him down on the couch, hovering above his face. He seems to sober up a little, realizes what he’s doing, flashes a look at Steve’s lips, and forms a different plan. “Maybe we should.. take this slow. Do this properly. I like you, Stevie. Wanna kiss you real bad, and then do some other stuff after. Mostly kiss you.” 

Steve looks up at him, all big doe eyes and soft lips. “Yeah, yes. Me too. Like you too. A lot,” and he presses a soft kiss against Eddie’s lips. “Don’t mind taking this slow, wouldn’t be very responsible to do it while we’re high, either way. Maybe you’ll regret it all tomorrow.” He presses another kiss. “Won’t-” Eddie says breathlessly, and kisses back. Buries his fingers in Steve��s hair, and groans against his lips. Tastes the weed on Steve’s tongue, and tries to remember it in case he never wants to see him again tomorrow. Not today though, not tonight. Tonight they kiss, high and hot and lovely, until the morning comes. 

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AAAHHH I DID SOMETHING AGAIN? (wrote half if this while i was drunk and the other half while i was sleep-deprived so all the yearning is just me)

@steddieas-shegoes @inklessletter @flowercrowngods

[thatbuddie]

If youre still taking prompts, I’d love to see your take on hot surfer/ ice cream stand worker at the beach for Buck/Eddie (and maybe with Chris too) thank you!

this was so fun to write. thanks for sending it, friend!! hope you enjoy *mwaaah*

i want your ice cream

buddie | 1k | (read on ao3.)

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“You should ask my dad on a date.”

Eddie turns his head towards his son with his eyes wide open, “Christopher!”

Chris looks as pleased as punch when he smiles at Eddie before he begins walking towards the bench closest to them. When he’s four steps away, he turns around to say over his shoulder, “Bring me my ice cream after you say yes to Buck, Dad. And you’re welcome.”

The hot Los Angeles sun is beating down on Eddie’s shoulders and head, but he’s not naive enough to think he can pass the blush climbing up his necks, cheeks, and nose on it. 

For a second, Eddie debates just running as fast as his legs will allow him to, getting as far away as he can before he stops. But as much as Christopher is the most meddlesome kid in the history of all children, that is Eddie’s meddlesome kid, and he loves him with his whole heart, so at some point he would have to come back to pick him up again and that just seems like more trouble than it’s worth. 

Also, he has already paid for both his and Christopher’s ice creams, and he’s not big on wasting money. With a sigh, then, Eddie turns back towards the ice cream truck.

The sight of Buck holding two ice cream cones in his hands with the biggest smile Eddie has ever seen anyone wear is worth having stayed right here, right now.

“So a date, huh?” Buck asks, a blush of his own coloring his face.

He is so endearing that Eddie feels his fingers tingling with the need to tangle themselves in the mess of Buck’s curls, or bop his nose, or tug at his earlobes. He is so hot that Eddie’s mouth salivates with the desire to bite his neck, or taste his skin, or leave a mark in the place where his t-shirt tan lines are more visible on his biceps despite the fact that Eddie has never seen him wear anything but tank tops in the 3 months they have known each other. 

“I… may or may not have been complaining for weeks to Chris that with him starting school soon again this fall we wouldn’t be able to see you as often,” Eddie says, feeling daringly brave and paralyzingly terrified all at once. “He… may or may not think asking you out would ensure we can see you as often as we like even after summer is over.”

“And what do you think?” Buck looks shy as he asks the question. He’s gazing at Eddie from under his eyelashes, but Eddie can tell he’s not trying to appear flirty or seductive. A shadow of vulnerability looms behind him as he bites his bottom lip.

Eddie holds onto his bravery and pushes his fear aside. 

“I think it’s not exactly recommended by nutritionists to feed ice cream to your kid almost once a day just so you have an excuse to talk to the guy that you like,” Eddie says. “I think that you’ve become the highlight of my day since we moved to LA. I think that I want to know what you look like somewhere other than a beach. Maybe in a restaurant tomorrow night at 9pm. I think I want to know what you think.”

Buck’s smile is back to shining full force at Eddie. The shadow of his insecurities has been vanished somewhere where Eddie hopes it will die a painful death. Now, Buck just seems happy, and light. 

“I think I must have done something incredibly right in a past life to be able to bag myself the hot surfer with an adorable kid that I have been pining after for the whole summer,” Buck says with a chuckle. 

“Buck…” Eddie groans as he shakes his head. “I’m a terrible surfer.”

“Oh, I know that, Eds,” Buck says, laughing wholeheartedly this time. “That’s why I said hot surfer and not great surfer. Chris is a million times better than you.

“Well, that’s why I hired us both our own surfing instructors,” Eddie explains as he crosses his arms. “So we both could get better at our own paces.”

“Please,” Buck says with a scoff. “You did it so he wouldn’t keep showing you up like he did that first day back in May. He was a natural and you fell so many times my own body started hurting in sympathy.”

Eddie uncrosses his arms to rest them on the window opening of the ice cream truck as he tilts his head, “That was before we even came to get ice cream after our second class. You— You noticed me then?”

“It’s impossible not to notice you.” Buck shrugs, leaning forward to get closer to Eddie. “I’ve wanted to ask you out all summer long but you’re a client so…”

“Oh, I get it,” Eddie says, the corner of his mouth tilting up, his eyes focusing on Buck’s lips for a second before catching Buck’s gaze again. “You’ve been using me for my money.”

Buck exhales a chuckle through his nose, and Eddie feels the cool air of it on his face. “You’ve caught me. I can pay for our date tomorrow to make up for it.”

“Deal,” Eddie says before he closes the last few inches between them and captures Buck’s lips in a kiss. 

During this summer, Eddie has basically tried all of the ice cream flavors that have been offered in Bobby’s Frosted Delight Ice Cream Truck. Buck is still the sweetest thing he has tasted. 

“Tomorrow at 9?” As he speaks, his lips move against Buck’s. 

“Tomorrow at 9,” Buck confirms, pecking Eddie’s lips three time before pulling away. 

It’s only when he’s walking back to the car next to Chris, their surfboards under both of Eddie's arms, that Christopher says, “Dad, I’m happy you and Buck finally figured it out, but you forgot our ice creams.”

Eddie laughs. “Don’t worry, bud. I think there will be many, many more ice creams in our future.” 

[harmonictechnicality]

This has got to be a mistake. There is no way on this spherical floating rock of fucked-uppery that this is the right hotel room.

Rose petals. Champagne bottles in a glass bucket. A silver tray of chocolate covered strawberries. A goddamn hot tub in the center of the room??

Mistake. Total mistake. The highest of errors.

See, Eddie is just tagging along with Steve on his monthly trips to visit Henderson at his big-brained university. And since Eddie has earned himself an appalling (yet valid) reputation of being flaky as dandruff, Steve was in charge of all the travel arrangements. Gas, schedule, hotel room.

This isn’t a hotel room. This a fucking honeymoon suite.

“The concierge said this was the only room left.” Steve tells him, plopping his duffel bag onto the heart-shaped bed. Which… fuck, really? Those exist outside of soft-core pornos?

“Sure. Okay.” Eddie spots candles on the balcony. Their balcony. Holy… “But why is all of this romantic shit here? Cause I’m sure as hell not paying for any of it.”

Eddie is barely paying for anything to begin with. He bought the snacks at the first gas station stop and has conveniently forgotten to pitch in ever since.

Steve shrugs. “It just… comes with the room, apparently.”

Eddie really wishes Steve had not put emphasis on that specific word. Knowing his hyperactive imagination, he won’t be able to un-hear that phrase for the entire duration of their trip. Awesome.

See, none of this would’ve been a problem two months ago. Up until then, Eddie never thought about inflicting red-rope marks around Steve’s wrists or how salivating it must sound to have his own name leaving Steve’s mouth while it’s stuffed with silk. No. Before two months ago, Eddie had Very Normal thoughts about Steve Harrington.

But since that day - the day Steve insisted on helping Eddie reapply his new eyebrow piercing, Eddie’s normal thoughts have been fucking poisonedwith vulgarity. 

It was everything whipped into one moment. The close proximity, the chemical-high off the sanitation wipes, the wetness of Steve’s fingers on him, the slight pinch of the metal threading through Eddie’s skin. 

As soon as Steve inserted the thin barbell, Eddie audibly gasped, swore quietly, had to play it off like the insertion hurt or whatever - just so Steve wouldn’t freak the fuck out. It proved to be an ineffective attempt at coolness, obviously Steve knew what he was doing. Has been an absolute tease about it ever since too. Flirty comments with Eddie when no one is around or making subtle touches whenever Eddie is close enough to get away with that sort of thing.

And look, Eddie would happily encourage all of that. He’d get Steve out of that stupid little polo and kiss every muscle on his torso if he thought that’s what Steve really wanted. There’s just no damn way that they are into the same stuff, physically.

Steve is probably nuts about fluffy-pink sex. All wispy touches and muffled moans under the covers. And Eddie doesn’t do that shit. Eddie wants bruising kisses and sensual demands. He wants to dissect all the vanilla parts of Steve and replace them with black magic and velvet.

That. That is why this room, these things, that person, is making this all of this very dangerous for Eddie.

“You okay, man?” Steve asks.

“Yeah.” Liar.

“You’ve been staring at the desk lamp for like, five minutes.”

“Just speculating as to where the interior designer may have found a dark red lightbulb.” Which, yeah. Why is it red? Is red the horniest color? Eddie bets if Steve is lying beneath red lighting, it’ll look like his whole body is flushed, overheated from whatever Eddie is doing to him.

Fuck. This is bad. This is so very bad.

And yet, Steve is so unfazed. So casual. He’s eating the gummies off the snack bar like they’re not shaped like dicks. He’s turning on the stereo as if it’s not only looping through steamy saxophone solos. Why is none of this affecting him like it’s affecting Eddie? Is passion and desire so deeply woven into his Harrington DNA that this stuff is just a typical Tuesday for him? Ugh, Eddie is making his own head spin. 

“So…” Eddie sways side to side. “None of this is weird to you?”

“What do you mean?”

What does he mean? What fucking gives? “Uh - there’s a bowl of flavored rubbers sitting next to your hand, dude. How are you so chill about this?”

Steve clinks his nail over the condom bowl. “It’s just stuff. No biggie.”

“Just stuff? It’s like a romance novel threw up in this place.”

“Yeah, but..” Steve counters, sounds irritated. “It’s only romantic if you’re with someone and wanna… get it on.”

Eddie scoffs. “Get it on? What - suddenly, you can’t just say fuck?”

“You’re so annoying.” Steve rolls his eyes, tosses another dick gummy into his mouth. “These are all just things. It’s all about your mindset.”

“I disagree.” Eddie states. “I think anyone with an active libido would wanna fuck all over this sex-trap.”

“Booby-trap.”

“Nice one.” Eddie gives Steve a high-five. Unironically.

“Still…” Steve turns the volume dial down on the stereo. “I think you’re wrong.”

“I think you’re wrong.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Steve’s arms fold into his chest, taking a step towards Eddie. “Then prove your point. Convince me otherwise.”

Eddie should back down. He should wrap a leash around all of his sick thoughts and chain them up somewhere far away. He should not say what he’s about to say. He shouldn’t.

“How about we make a bet?” Big yikes. Wrong move.

“What kind of bet, Munson?”

“I bet you twenty bucks that I can change your mind. If we can use up all of these so-called ‘regular items,’ without you feeling a twinge of romance, then you win.”

Steve doesn’t respond, so Eddie keeps talking. Can’t shut up anymore.

“But if you so much as blush during any of it, then I win.”

Steve opens his mouth, shuts it. He raises an eyebrow and tries again. “When you say regular items, that excludes the condom bowl, right?” 

“What ever do you mean?” Eddie gives a sneaky grin, no restraining his dirty plan now. “You’re not interested in making balloon animals this evening?”

Steve huffs, plops down into a nearby chair. “So weird.”

“Do we have a deal or not, Harrington?” 

This is so dumb. Eddie can tell just how dumb it is by the puzzled expression on Steve’s face. But here he is, making bets like he’s still in fucking high school, trying to swindle beefy jocks out of their cushy-privileged allowance money.

However, it appears that Steve is just as dumb as Eddie is.

“Make it forty bucks.” Steve offers a hand out to him. 

Eddie accepts it, gives the firmest handshake. “You're on.”

So much for this being a normal evening.

*the rest is on ao3 :) here's the link*

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

I'm thinking I'd really like to ask to get closer to finding out who's got a flashlight in Sunport...

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Haha that won't be this chapter either sorry!

105 for 🧟:

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“Cool,” Buck smiles. “You know, we’re sort of a team in Sunport. Family. Team. Whatever. It’s… I mean, you could have that again.”

“I already said I’d stay for a bit,” Eddie reminds him, good-naturedly. “You don’t have to convince me.”

“I’m just saying,” Buck shrugs. “Maybe you won’t want to leave.”

Buck doesn’t know why he’s hoping for this outcome, but he is. 

“You never considered sales before the end of the world, huh?” Eddie teases.

Buck chuckles. “Nah. I’m not good at being dishonest.”

Eddie smiles. “Good to know.”

It’s weird. Buck knows that Eddie is sort of on the precipice of freaking out. And that this has been a very rough few days for him. But still, Buck can’t help but feel a little thrill each time he manages to pull a smile or a joke out of him. Eddie has a lot on his mind. Bantering with Buck is the least of his priorities. And yet he’s still doing it, and Buck is fixated on getting him to continue. He’s not sure why. It just feels good. Good in a way Buck hasn’t felt in a while. 

Which is maybe ridiculous when he’s stranded in apocalyptic Los Angeles. He probably shouldn’t feel good at all. He should probably feel pretty bad. But as things calm down, and Eddie’s stress settles more into resignation, Buck ends up finding he’s sort of having fun. 

And maybe Eddie is, too? Because as time goes on, he starts returning Buck’s incessant chatter back full force. 

“Okay you can bring back any snack food you want or beer, but not both,” Buck posits as they pass over Sawtelle. “Go.”

“Go?” Eddie laughs.

“Yeah, like choose.”

“Oh, uh,” Eddie shrugs. “Beer.”

“Beer? That easy?”

“Yeah,” Eddie replies. “There’s no snack food I need that badly. If I’m going to resurrect a food item, it’s my Abuela’s tamales. Nothing else comes close, so might as well choose beer.”

“Hmm,” Buck says. “Decisive.”

“You don’t approve?” Eddie’s smile is amused. 

“More like, I’m surprised,” Buck replies. “Don’t you ever get like a sudden and overwhelming need for sour candy/”

“Uh, no?” Eddie laughs. “That’s not an experience I can say I’ve had.”

“Maybe your palette is missing some sophistication, man.”

“See, now I think you’re just thinking about this wrong,” Eddie argues. “If you choose your sour candy, that’s it. Now, if you choose beer, you can have sour beers whenever you have that candy craving.”

“Mmm, that’s true,” Buck says. “I didn’t limit the beer options.”

“You did not,” Eddie confirms.

“So you found a loophole,” Buck says.

“Gotta think strategically.”

“Yeah, I’m seriously missing the mark on these hypotheticals,” Buck laughs.

“Clearly,” Eddie nods. “Okay, I got one for ya.”

“Shoot,” Buck says eagerly. 

“All inclusive vacation to some fancy resort,” Eddie says.

“Damn that sounds good,” Buck practically salivates.

“Or, a day in like a real, populated city,” Eddie says. “Sports. Concerts. A real restaurant. The whole nine yards.”

“Fuck, that’s hard,” Buck groans.

“I know, right?” 

“Which sports? Which bands?” Buck asks. 

“Nope, can’t say,” Eddie replies. “Not part of the question.”

“Fuck, how can I evaluate my options?” 

“Unfortunately, you cannot,” Eddie replies smugly. 

“Okay, shit. I’m going to pick the city.”

“Good choice,” Eddie nods. 

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I don’t think I could sit around a pool for a week.”

“Mm, yeah, it’d get boring,” Buck concedes. “Okay, my turn again.”

“Hit me with it.”

“Okay, you get live sports again or streaming services,” Buck says. 

“Sports,” Eddie answers easily. 

“You answered that too quickly!” Buck protests. “You have to think about it!” 

“I don’t need to think about it. MMA or Grey’s Anatomy? Hmm, so hard.”

[miss-bushido]

Why do we live in this strange grey town?

Written for @steddie-spooktober Day 1: rain

Rating: E

Also on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/59382238#main

The sound of frantic banging on the trailer door startled Eddie out of a sound sleep. He’d fallen asleep on the couch to the sound of the rain. He had dropped his copy of Titus Groan on the floor and picked it up. Luckily, the first of the Gormenghast books had already been beaten up when he’d gotten it, so the new bend on the upper right corner of the cover didn’t bother him so much.

“Eddie! Come on! Let me in! It’s fucking pouring out here!”

He stood up and went over to the door as fast as he could. Opening it and standing back so Steve could rush in, white shirt soaked and see through and sticking to his upper body as he came in. “Shit, man,” Steve groaned, wiping water away from his face as he turned to look at Eddie. “Did you forget we were hanging out today?”

Eddie blinked, trying not to stare more than was appropriate at the planes and muscles of Steve’s body. His shirt was translucent, and in addition to the aforementioned muscles and planes, it allowed him to see the glorious thatch of chest hair that normally he would only see peeking out from the top of a polo or tank top. “Sorry, I fell asleep,” he answered, closing the door behind him. “Come on,” he gestured. “Let’s get you a towel and some dry clothes.”

Steve toed his shoes off and followed Eddie down the hall, teeth chattering.

“How long were you out there?” Eddie asked, grabbing a big yellow towel from his clean clothes basket. He came over to Steve and wrapped it around him, vigorously rubbing his back and arms.

“Like five minutes,” Steve answered, leaning into what Eddie was doing. “I’m really cold,” he said, biting his lip as he looked at Eddie, his hazel eyes big and beautiful.

Eddie swallowed. “Okay. Let’s get you undressed and dried off. I can let you borrow some clothes, and we’ll drape yours out to dry.” He brought the towel up to Steve’s hair, rubbing it gently.

Steve nodded and grabbed the towel to hand back to Eddie. Quickly, he stripped his sopping wet shirt off, then undid his jeans and pulled his socks off. He started to push his boxers down when he glanced up and caught Eddie staring, clutching the towel for dear life. “I charge $5 for a strip tease,” he joked.

“Sorry!” Eddie yelped, turning around to let Steve get naked with some semblance of dignity. From his periphery, he saw when Steve tossed the boxers onto the pile of clothes on the floor. He held the towel out for Steve to take once again and busied himself picking up the discarded clothes. “Be right back. Help yourself to the clothes in the drawers,” he said, practically running back into the kitchen.

Eddie made quick work of getting Steve’s clothes on the drying rack above the washing machine. He used this time to pull himself together, willing the images of Steve’s body out of his head. They could, and would, make an appearance in his dreams later that night, but now he needed to focus on non-sexy things.

Just because the friend you’ve been salivating over for the last three years came into your house dripping wet and was currently getting themselves dressed in your clothes, didn’t mean you had to fantasise about them.

He took a deep breath and made his way back to the bedroom. He froze at the sight of Steve in his bed, the covers pulled tight up to his chin. “I’m still chilly, Eds. Can we share body heat?”

Eddie did run hot, it was true. And right now he was probably the hottest he’d ever been, given the fact that Steve was in his bed. He wondered if he’d be able to smell his shampoo later that night. “Yeah,” he agreed, taking his shirt off and kicking his sweatpants off. Clad only in his plaid boxers, Eddie sat down and slid under the covers.

Without preamble, Steve scooted over to Eddie, pressing his back against Eddie’s chest. He let out a moan at the contact, the sound richocheting in Eddie’s ears. “You’re so warm,” he murmured, wriggling himself against Eddie.

Eddie reached down to Steve’s hips to still him- this was for certain going to give him an awkward boner- when he felt only the soft expanse of Steve’s skin.

Steve was naked.

In his bed.

Pressing his ass against Eddie’s now almost positively obvious erection.

This knowledge hit him like a lightning bolt, and he couldn’t bite back the soft moan in his throat at this development. “You, uh, you weren’t able to find anything to wear in my dresser?” he asked, his breath ghosting over Steve’s neck.

“No. I didn’t even look,” Steve admitted.

“Steve,” Eddie breathed, his voice shaky. “I…I don’t…”

Without saying anything, Steve took Eddie’s hand that was on his hip, and moved it forward to wrap around his erection.

Eddie gasped, biting his lower lip. “Holy shit,” he gasped, feeling Steve’s cock kick at the contact and at the sound.

“Touch me please, baby,” Steve pleaded, tilting his head back against Eddie’s forehead. He reached back and grabbed Eddie’s boxers. “Take these off, too. I want to feel you.”

He did not need to be told twice. Eddie nearly ripped his boxers off, and by the time he was back under the covers, Steve had turned to face him. Both of their faces were flushed as they stared at one another.

“Are you sure?” Eddie asked, finger tracing a line up and down Steve’s hip. His body was calling him a traitor, but he wanted to be sure Steve wanted this and knew what he was asking.

Steve responded by kissing him, and reaching down to wrap his hand around Eddie’s erection. “So warm. So sweet. I want to feel you all over me.”

Eddie returned the kiss fiercely, reaching back down to start stroking Steve. His hips stuttered as Steve’s hand moved up and down, using his own precum as lubricants. “Fuck, Steve,” he gasped. “Feels so fucking good.”

“Good,” Steve groaned as Eddie’s wrist twisted, a jolt of pleasure moving through his body. “I’ve been thinking about doing this a lot.”

Eddie felt as though his brain was scrambling. Could he have gotten high and then not remembered doing it? “You have?” he gasped, a desperate note in his voice as he kept stroking Steve. He moved his free hand up to Steve’s chest, cupping his pecs like they were breasts.

“Mmhmm, oh that’s good,” Steve groaned into the touch of both of Eddie’s hands. “I should’ve done it sooner.” He kissed Eddie again, licking into his mouth, trying to taste every bit of him. “I shouldn’t have waited.”

“Well, we’re doing it now,” Eddie managed, the kiss and the stroking leaving him breathless.

“Better late than never,” Steve answered, resuming kissing Eddie as he stroked him faster.

“Stevie, oh god, you’re going to make me come,” Eddie warned. Any other time he would have been embarrassed by how quickly he was about to orgasm. But then, any other time, he hadn’t had Steve Harrington in his bed, giving him attentions he had only dreamed about.

Steve grinned against Eddie’s mouth and pulled back to take him in. “I am too. I want you so much. I want to feel your cock in my mouth, fuck you in the back of the van, feel your fingers slide in and out of me, making me ride your fingers until you can get your cock in me.”

Eddie shuddered and gasped. “I want that so much,” he whimpered, picking up the pace of his strokes to Steve. “I want to feel your hands in my hair when I take you down deep into my throat. I want to spank you and use my handcuffs on you. I want to have you spread for me so I can tongue your asshole and then fuck you hard and deep.” All of his fantasies were wrapped up in this, and he knew it was helping both of them over that precipice. “God I think about fucking you all the time!”

“Fuck, me too,” Steve gasped. “Eddie, baby, I’m coming!” He shouted as his orgasm overtook him, spilling his release all over Eddie’s hand and onto his stomach.

Eddie followed seconds later, his cries of Steve’s name swallowed by Steve kissing him on the mouth. Both of them shook and gasped against one another for a few minutes until the wave of pleasure receded, leaving them wrecked on the shore of their desire for one another.

Neither of them spoke, lost in kissing and holding one another. “I stood in the rain on purpose,” Steve confessed.

Eddie smirked. “Steve, if you wanted me to take you to bed, all you had to do was ask.” He brushed his clean hand over Steve’s hair, taking in a few pieces that had dried strangely. “You’re pretty warm now, though.”

Steve grinned and nuzzled their noses together. “Once we get cleaned up, I’m sure I’ll be cold again.”

“I’m sure,” Eddie laughed. “I’m happy to be on warm up duty for you.” Another kiss to Steve’s plush lips. “No standing in the rain required.”

[justmeinadaze]

Children of the Night Part 5 (Steddie X You)

Warnings: Vampire Daddy Eddie/ Sub Human Steve & Sub Human Fem Reader (Camboys and now cam girl :) ), SMUT, of the threesome variety (of course), lingerie (male and female), dirty talk, biting (obviously), grinding in sleep, FLUFF, they love each other <3.

ANGST, Eddie feeds from Y/N and Steve, he gets a bit too carried away with Y/N where Stevie has to step in, Eddie is a bit more forceful (passionate and possessive) in this chapter but they both keep him present so the vampire doesn't take over too much. These three talk about traumas. Steve mentions his dad finding out about him and Eddie and getting physical. Y/N talks about past abusive relationships (Domestic Abuse and Child Abuse triggers) very briefly though. Kinda cliff hanger ending :)

Word Count: 5337

Series here

Eddie silently takes in the hotel around him as Steve throws the bags of new clothes he bought with the money Dustin gave them onto the bed. 

“Ok, now, uh, why don’t you go ahead and take a warm shower. When you get out we can crash and then get back on the road.” The man’s eyes scan his boyfriend’s as he continued to stand there in silent contemplation. “Do, um, is there anything you need?”

“Hungry.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I have no idea where to get you some more food. Maybe…maybe there’s a hospital nearby…or…” His honey-colored irises find his as he pauses for a moment. “You can feed from me till we find something.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

Steve stepped forward and cupped his cheeks in hands. “And I don’t want you to be uncomfortable or die because you didn’t get to eat. I don’t…fully understand how this works, Eddie. I just don’t want to lose you again.”

The vampire’s gaze shifts to his partner’s neck and his mouth begins to salivate with need. Steve’s beautiful throat that he’s kissed and marked up so many times in the past looked so much more delicious now under his blackening eyes. 

“I trust you, baby.”

As Eddie mewled at the man’s words, his arms extended out to pull him into his embrace and hold him tightly to his broad, cold chest. As the metalhead tenderly placed kisses along his flesh, Steve threaded his fingers through the man’s still wild hair as he ran his lips along his own neck and shoulders, breathing in Eddie’s smell that he missed so much. 

Something almost predatorial over came Eddie as an animalistic need coursed through his veins. Practically throwing Steve back onto the bed, he sloppily pulled down their pants just enough to free what he wanted. Spitting into his hand, he stroked it along his length before lining himself up and sliding into the man underneath him.

Steve groaned loudly at the feeling of the person he loved and had missed so much stretching him out again. His eyes rolled back as Eddie thrust into him, his lips kissing along his neck, a gentle contradiction to how rough he was being between his legs. 

His eyes shot back open when he felt something sharp pierce his skin as his fingers gripped Eddie’s hair tighter. 

“Fuck, ho-honey what…what’s happening…”

Eddie growled in response, his palm clinging to Steve’s head just below his ear to hold him still. The man’s body tingled as he felt the blood draining from his body and fully caught fire as his boyfriend aggressively pounded into his sensitive spot bringing him hurtling towards the edge. 

“FUCK! Baby, I-I…”

Your eyes opened right as Steve’s did as your orgasm washed over you. He grunted as his palm dug into your hips and his own stopped grinding against you as his spend hit your thigh. Eddie grumbled behind you, his own release hitting your lower back.

As you became more aware of the situation around you, your breathing began to steady. 

After Steve’s initial panic had subsided, you three spent a quiet, calm evening in bed just holding each other with gentle touches. As daylight began to paint the sky, you had fallen asleep and into another memory. As it got more heated, they both had begun grinding against you in their sleep; Steve sliding his cock between your dripping folds allowing his shaft to rub along your clit as Eddie did the same with your ass. 

“Fuck… I’m so…so sorry.”, Steve stammered as he scooted his body away from yours. 

“Hey, hey, wait. It’s ok. I don’t mind.”, you comforted. “Plus, that one was really strong. I wonder if it’s because we’re both seeing it.”

Nodding, his head fell back against the pillow as he covered his eyes with his arm. You could still feel Eddie’s breath steadily breathing once again as he continued to sleep behind you. 

“Wow, didn’t faze him at all.”, you giggle. 

“Yeah, he’s always been a sexual deviant so I’m not surprised.”

“Oh, oh my. Steve Harrington, did you just make a joke?”, you teased lightly, smiling when you noticed a small grin paint his face. “Hey, I have an idea. How about when he wakes up we get out of the house and have some fun.”

Dropping his arm and turning his eyes to meet yours, his smile grows at the light he sees shimmering behind them. 

“I’d like that.”

***

“This makes me think of Lost Boys.”, Eddie jests as he looks out into the ocean in front of him from the rock wall you three were sitting on. “All we need is some trashcan fires and we’re set.”

“Don’t forget a Cory or two.”, you laugh as you lick the ice cream cone in your hand. “Is anything from that movie factual?”

“Yes. Kiefer Sutherland is totally a vampire.”

Lightly smacking the long-haired boy’s arm, you grin as you lean on his shoulder. 

“This was a good idea, Y/N. I’m glad you suggested it.”, Steve smiled as he took a sip of the soda he was holding before offering you some which you accepted eagerly. 

“What DID make you suggest it? Did you guys have another dream?”

“You don’t know?”, you asked as Eddie shook his head. “No, I mean we did but I just thought we’ve been cooped up inside for a couple of weeks and quite frankly haven’t been on a date or anything. Not that I need one I just…I’m just saying…ok I’ll just stop talking.”

Both men chuckle when you stop babbling while Steve leans over to kiss the top of your head. 

“Do you come to the pier a lot?”, he asked. 

“Uh, not a lot. I had a foster family once bring us here but that was to get us out of the house so they could do something illegal. I, uh,…” When you paused they both turned their bodies to face you; Eddie crossing his legs while Steve still let one dangle over the side. 

The vampire beside you could feel the struggle within you; that pain mixed with guilt and a bit of shame. 

“Hey, you can tell us anything, ok? We want to know more about you but of course there’s no rush.”, he soothed as he tenderly reached out to pet your head.

“I, uh, ran away for a time and lived out here on the beach with another guy I knew. He actually got arrested right over there.”, you announce as you point past Steve towards another end of the area. “He beat the shit out of some guy and stole his wallet. Cops found me when they came looking for him but thankfully my mom had finally reappeared from whatever bender she had been on so I got to go home.”

They didn’t miss the sarcasm in your tone especially Eddie who felt your pain worsen at the memory. 

“Did that guy hurt you?”, Steve asked causing the vampire to growl in his throat when you nodded.

“Sorry.”, he mumbled. “I don’t like the idea of someone hurting you…either of you.”

“Hm. Well, my dad was just an emotional dick.”, the pretty boy replied in a lighthearted tone that you both knew was fake. “I mean, minus the fucking the freak incident.”

“The fucking the freak incident?”

“Remember how I told you about those rumors that spread in our tiny town about me ‘fucking the freak’?” When you nodded he continued. “When my father heard them, he confronted me and I told him the truth. He threatened to cut me off and I told him I didn’t care. I told him that I loved Eddie and I wasn’t going to leave him.”

Steve softly grinned at his boyfriend who did the same as he reached across you to caress his face. 

“In response, my dad punched me and threw me out of the house. I showed up at Eddie’s trailer and Wayne took me in.” A question passed through your mind that he saw through your eyes before you turned your head away and pressed your lips together. “Because I was at the Hawkins High Championship Game.”

Both you and the metalhead’s gaze shifted towards him at his response.

“You were wondering why if I lived with him, why wasn’t I there when Chrissy died, right? Yeah… Mr. Nerd here had a club meeting with his friends where they played D&D together while I went to the game. Afterwards, he went home while I hung out with one of our friends and ended up crashing at her place. The next morning, we went to work and that’s when I found out what happened.”

Eddie heavily sighed as he glared at Steve but it wasn’t in anger… 

“Steve Harrington, how many times do I have to tell you what happened wasn’t your fault? No, don’t argue with me.”, he scolds as the other boy starts to defend. “I can feel your guilt. It’s actually very interesting to me how guilty you both feel about things that aren’t your fault.”

“You never felt that way?”

Steve’s eyes widen in playful mocking as the vampire hangs his head and growls. It wasn’t the many angry rumbles you had heard from him but more like faux annoyance of being caught. You’d be lying if you didn’t say you found it kind of cute. 

“I did but I did the thing I felt guilty about.”

“You didn’t kill her, Eddie.”

“Yeah but I left her there. I should have stayed with her till the cops came. I shouldn’t have let my uncle see her like that.”

“But then you would have gotten arrested.”, you added trying to help ease his own pain. 

“Maybe… doesn’t matter much now though.” He softly smiles in your direction as he reaches out to touch your face. “Come on, sweetheart. Let’s go walk around a bit more.”

****

Stopping suddenly, you block their path causing them to run into your back. 

“Woah, Y/N. You okay, honey?”, Steve asks as he lets go of Eddie’s hand to check on you. 

“Yeah, I just…can we go in here?”

Above your head was a bright colored red neon sign that read “The Naughty Corner” with an arrow that pointed towards a front door that windows on either side were blocked by curtains. 

“Of course.”, he grins as he takes your own hand and tugs you in as the metalhead trails behind with a small smile as he watches you both. 

As you entered the building, on the other side of the display windows where mannequins dressed in very skimpy lingerie for both men and women. Along the walls and aisles were a plethora of sex toys, outfits, erotic novels, and everything else in between. 

“My ex wasn’t very…open minded with this kind of stuff.”

“Is there something in particular you wanted to look at?”, Steve inquired, following your finger when you point towards the teddies and nighties. 

“What does Eddie like?”

“He’s really into anything red or black for sure.”, he smirks as his eyes scan over the inventory in front of him. 

“And what about you?”

“Um…”, he grins as he chuckles nervously. 

“Yeah, Steve, what about you?”, Eddie teases as he wraps you in his arms and you lean against his chest.

“I mean, I like anything really especially if it’s on you.”

A little aw sound escapes your lips and the vampire behind you grins softly when he feels your energy light up at Steve’s compliment. 

“What about this here? It has a matching set for a guy and a girl.” Reaching for the black teddy, you display it for him against your body as a heavy sigh of pleasure escapes his lips. 

“Oh pretty girl. He likes that one a lot…so do I.”, Eddie whispers in your ear as he lowers his grip to your hips and pulls you flush against him making you lick your lips when you feel his cock press against your ass.

“What about this for him?”, you ask as you hold up the sheer underwear against the other boy’s waist.

“We’ve never…I’ve never…worn anything like that before.”, Steve stutters, trying to control the growing need to take you right here in the store. 

“Would you want to?” Your eyes lock with his as they flutter while the vampire’s hands roam along any part of your exposed skin he can find. “I thought…maybe…the next time you stream…I can join and we should be matching. I mean…since we’re both Eddie’s.”

The human boy’s eyes flick towards his boyfriend’s silently asking for permission before the vampire nods. With a wide grin, he kisses your cheek before taking the garments and heading for the counter. 

“This is the happiest I’ve seen him in a long time. You calm his mind.”, Eddie reveals tenderly kissing your shoulder. “Even before I changed, he was always on edge; prepared for anything that could happen in our town.”

“With everything you both have told me so far, I’m not surprised. What about you? Do I calm your mind? I’ve honestly never seen you smile as much as you have since I’ve been staying with you.”

The metalhead blinks a couple of times, kissing your body once more before gradually guiding you towards the counter Steve was waiting by. 

“You do. You always have. When he and I would talk about you and I could feel you… there was a love there I couldn’t explain so I didn’t. I think… I think I always felt you. When we first got here I remember feeling so protective. I thought it was just over Steve but holding him tightly to me never removed that fear or urge like something was wrong.”

“Then I saw your name pop up on our feed… I told Steve I wanted to talk to InnocentLittleMina.”, he grins when he hears you giggle. “More than anything I wanted to see if he felt something to and he did. Oh, sweetheart, boy did he ever especially when he saw your beautiful face.”

Eddie’s hands suddenly held you tighter to his chest as his tone deepened.

“I felt that protective urge again a few days later and then we saw your face… your lip was busted. I knew. I knew that fucker was hurting you. You said you fell but I knew. My mother used to say shit like that when people would ask what happened to her…” He closed his eyes as he exhaled trying to control himself and only calming when he felt your lips kiss his cheek. 

“I wanted to come get you.”, Eddie whispered. “Steve begged me not to. He thought our life would be worse for you.”

“I can understand that to but I’m here now and I’m safe with you two. Right, Daddy?”, you murmur into his ear just as the other man finishes paying.

“That’s right, princess. You’re safe with us.”

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

“Are you sure you want to do this?”, Steve asks as you both sit on the end of the bed waiting for Eddie to come back from the kitchen. 

“Yes, I’m sure. I trust you both.”

“Holy shit.”, the vampire sighs when his eyes land on you both in your lingerie. 

Your black teddy was made of the same sheer material as Steve’s but unlike his crotch area, yours was covered. Your breasts were visible under the garment as it hung perfectly from your shoulders. The boy beside you was vulnerable from head to toe with his cock easily seen under the lingerie style underwear you guys had bought, threatening to fall out fabric that was barely big enough to hold him. 

“What do you think, Daddy? Do you like it?”, you beamed as you stood to allow him a better view. As Steve did the same, something in Eddie’s demeanor changed as his jaw tightened and his palm adjusted the growing bulge in his pants. “Eddie?”

“I don’t think we should stream tonight.”, he growled, fangs barred whether he was aware of it or not you weren’t sure.

“Eddie, we have to. It’s been a few days plus you need to eat something.”, Steve countered.

“N-No. You are mine. No one should get to see you two like this.”

“Baby—”

“MINE!”, he snarled as his eyes blackened. 

Steve pushed you behind him knowing this is what he feared when it came to you; seeing the vampire take over. You don’t know why but he didn’t scare you like this. Maybe it’s because you had seen much scarier things in humans your entire life. 

“Y/N, no—“, the human boy warned as you came around him and slowly moved towards the vampire in front of you. 

“Everything’s ok, baby. Can…Can you bring Daddy back to us so we can play and feed you?”

“Daddy is right here and you…are…mine.”

“I am, baby. I’ve always been yours remember? Me and Steve. Can you feel us? Can you feel how much we want to please you, Daddy?”

Eddie’s head ticked to the side as his eyes closed and his breathing picked up. 

“It’s ok.” Carefully, your hands reached out and he didn’t move when they landed on his shoulders. Gliding them down his arms, you captured his palms in yours and placed them on your sides. “It’s alright, honey. I trust you.”

Glancing towards Steve, your head gestured towards the computer and he quickly ran that way, pressing a button as the cameras came to life. 

“Come on, Dracula. It’s time to eat.” 

Leading him slowly towards the bed, you sat him down on the side and fell to your knees. Steve watched you cautiously, prepared should he need to step in as you unbuckled the vampire’s pants and slid them down his legs. 

“May I suck your cock, please?”

Without saying a word, he nodded his head, groaning when your tongue darted out to lick his slit. 

“Come here, Renfield. We need you to.”, you coo causing Steve to shakily sigh as he came to sit beside Eddie. 

Taking your lead, he reaches for his boyfriend’s hand and places it on his bulge as he leans in close to the other man’s ear. 

“We are yours, honey. Come back to us and take what belongs to you.”

Eddie mewled as he turned to kiss the boy’s lips as you fully descended his length, taking him as far back as you could and then some. When the vampire opened his eyes again, Steve smiles when chocolate-colored irises were reflecting back. 

“I’m sorry.”, he whispered. “You both looked so sexy. I just…”

“Lost your mind for a second?”, his partner chuckles.

“Something like that.”, he grins. “Fuck. Come here, baby.” Lifting under your arms, he pulls you on to his lap and kisses your lips. “How about I make it up to you, my good boy.”, he cooed as you continued to kiss down his jawline to his neck. “Do you want to fuck Daddy, sweetheart?”

Eddie’s grin grew when he felt Steve’s dick get harder against his hand.

“Yes, sir. Please.”

“Ok, give me a second.” A giddy giggle leaves you as the vampire takes you fully in his arms and spins around till your back is flat on the bed. Gentle kisses land on your forehead till they find their way to the shell of your ear. “I’m sorry if I scared you, princess.”

“You don’t scare me.”

Kissing your cheek, you feel one of Eddie’s arms rest near your head as the other reaches between your bodies before guiding his cock into your core.

“Fuck, baby girl. So fucking wet already.”, he whines, thrusting slowly into you and allowing you to feel every inch him sliding along your walls. As he groans, you peered over his shoulder, watching as Steve tossed the bottle of lube behind him, and gradually pushed it into his boyfriend’s hole with his fingers. 

“Does that feel good, Daddy?”, you whisper as you lean up to kiss his lips. 

“So good. My good boy knows how to use his hands.”, he smiles cheekily. 

After a few quick pumps, you watch their faces intently as Steve slides into the man in front of him. 

“Jesus fucking Christ. Are you fucking kidding me?”, Eddie whimpers as he falls flat on top of you. 

“Are you ok?”, you ask, kissing his shoulder when you feel him nod. 

“You both feel—shit—so fucking amazing.” Thrusting his hips forward, you groan and the other boy soon follows as the vampire pulls back, pushing into him. 

Steve’s soft palms hold your legs open as he steadily picks up his pace causing Eddie to do the same. The metalhead was completely lost in you both, keeping his head beside yours for fear of losing control. 

“Go-Go ahead, Daddy. Take what you need.” You can’t help but be startled when he shakes his head. “Baby—”

“Don’t…wanna…hurt…you…”, he hissed through gritted teeth. 

“Eddie.”, you whisper low enough so only he can hear. “I trust you.  I know you won’t hurt me—mmm—I know. Please, Daddy. I want you to feed from me. I lo-love you.”

When his fangs grazed your skin, he hesitated only for a second before puncturing your flesh and draining your blood. Your fingers clung to his hair while Steve gripped his hips as your eyes rolled shut and he thrust his cock harder into your cunt. 

Eddie took over, slamming deep into you, and abusing your g spot over and over while roughing coming back onto his boyfriend’s length at a much faster rhythm. 

Your orgasm hit you like a fright train as you screamed and shuddered underneath him. 

Something was wrong.

As you began coming down from your high, the room began to spin. He was draining you too quickly. 

“R-Ren-Renfield…”, you slurred as you tried to reach for the man’s hand. 

His concerned eyes shot your way and he hastily leaned over Eddie’s back, gripping his jaw in his fingers, and pried him off your neck. With hazy vision, you scanned the vampire’s face as his mouth fell open, fangs still bared, and blood tripping down his chin. 

The last thing you remember is hearing them grunt and feeling warmth release into your core before everything went black. 

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

“Steve? Fuck, fuck, fuck. Steve, baby, wake up!”

The human boy groaned as he rolled to his side and nuzzled his face into the palm that was on his cheek. 

“You scared the hell out of me! I thought I killed you.”

Steve’s eyes fully snapped open as he took in his surroundings. They were still in the hotel and still in bed with Eddie now straddling his waist, both hands cupping his face.

“What happened?”

“You passed out after you came. I thought maybe I took too much blood or…”

Shaking his head, he sat up and wrapped his arms around the vampire’s waist which frightened him a bit more. Steve could be clingy after sex but right now he seemed more vulnerable. 

“Daddy, I’m hungry.”

“Hey look at me. We’re not playing right now. Are you ok?”

Again, he nodded before falling back against the pillow.

“I should leave. I’m going to end up getting you killed and I won’t allow that.”

As Eddie rose to his feet, Steve fumbled over his own as he did the same and blocked the door with his slightly limp frame.

“Don’t you dare leave me again, Edward Munson!”, he cried. “I already died the day I lost you. Do you really think you accidently draining me too much or some other fucking asshole coming after us is going to be any worse?!” 

Steve collapsed to his knees and circled his arms around his boyfriend as he began to sob. Eddie sat beside him and collected the man in his arms, holding him tightly to his chest.

“And I don't want the world to see me 'Cause I don't think that they'd understand.”

The vampire softly grins when he hears his partner lightly chuckle at his singing. 

“When everything's made to be broken I just want you to know who I am.”

“Y/N!? Wake up, honey. Come on now.”

“She’s dreaming so she’s not dead.”

Steve flashes him a quizzical look as a tear falls down Eddie’s face before he hears you groan. 

“Thank God. Are you alright? What happened? Here try and eat something.”, he coos as he hands you a small bag of cookies. 

Nibbling on the treat he gives you, your gaze shifts to the vampire’s glassy eyes.

“It’s ok, Eddie.”

“It’s not but I know you two are going to disagree so…”, he responds sarcastically.

“I agree with Steve. After everything I’ve been through nothing you do could be any worse. I’m not afraid of—”

Eddie laughs, cutting you off as he stands and turns to face you both. 

“You should be! I’m not a good guy, sweetheart. Not anymore and even he knows that.”, he shouts as he points to his boyfriend. “These are the risks of loving me. Steve was right. We never should have brought you here. Just…get dressed and he’ll take you home.”

“No.”

His brown eyes narrowed down at you as he squared his shoulders. 

“Say that again, little girl. Because I don’t think I heard you right.”

“I said no.”

“Eddie—”

“Sit. DOWN.”, he commanded in a deep voice that Steve immediately listened to. As soon as he turned his attention back to you, your palm collided with his cheek. Because you were weak after him feeding from you it wasn’t very hard but it was enough for him to rear his head back and have his now black eyes penetrating yours. 

“Eddie, my entire life has been loaded with bad people…especially guys.” You knew he couldn’t see your memories like you could with his but he could feel them. Concentrating hard, you ran through all the worst relationships you had in your life knowing he’d feel them and your emotions. He flinched, cringing away from you as he felt all your fear, pain, and devastation course through his veins. “I know you’re a good guy because everything you just felt… I’ve never felt that with you or Steve. When I say I trust you, I mean it. I’ve met monsters and you aren’t one.”

Becoming dizzy again, you started to fall but Eddie hastily caught you and placed you on the bed. The wind blew around you both before he returned with a bottle of water, delicately holding the back of your head as you tipped it back and allowed the liquid to fall into your mouth. 

Once you finish, you lean your head onto Steve’s shoulder and in the blink of an eye the metalhead is gone.

"Are you alright, honey?”

“Yeah, just heavy.”

“Finish eating this here and then I’ll clean you up so you can go to sleep.” His eyes follow your own as they look towards the door. “Yeah, that’s not new for him. That particular argument we’ve had a few times especially when he accidently goes too far. He’ll be ok though, baby. I promise.”

Once you finish the bag of treats, Steve takes you into his arms and brings you to bathroom. His beautiful honey orbs focus on the task at hand making you smile as you watch him work. 

“Y/N? May I ask you something? What did you ‘show’ him?”

“Monsters.”, you sigh. “My mom screaming at me while she was drunk calling me a whore at 10. My boyfriend I mentioned from the beach burning me with cigarettes because I ‘wasn’t listening’. John hurting me before Eddie saved me…”

Steve’s fingers gently caress your cheek before leaning forward to softly kiss your lips. Once you both were clean, he wrapped you up in one of the metalhead’s shirts making you beam. 

“Hellfire?”

“His nerdy D&D club in high school.”, he answered, laying you under the covers and crawling in beside you. “Y/N, if anyone understands what you’ve been through it’s him. Eddie’s dad was awful. Of course, he’s nothing like him but I think when he slips like this he feels he’s living up to the Munson name. I told him that’s not true but, as I’m sure you’ve noticed, he’s stubborn. Maybe now that you’re here…maybe he’ll finally start believing it.”

Curling up into his chest, you both wrapped your arms around each other as you fell asleep. A little before dawn, you stirred to a familiar wind whipping through your hair. The bed behind you dipped and you listened to what sounded like someone sucking their thumb before the appendage carefully ran along the wound on your neck.

Any ache or pain you had been experiencing from his bite suddenly disappeared and his thumb was replaced with his hand delicately petting your head, moving your hair away from your face. 

“I’m sorry, sweetheart.”, Eddie whispered. “I’m so fucking sorry. This will never happen again. I promise I’ll be more careful. I…I hate the vampire so much sometimes. When he pushes forward…he’s so hard to reign in. You both deserve so much better. I promise I’ll do whatever I can, baby.”

After lifting Steve’s arm and pulling it over his waist as well, the metalhead pressed his body against yours, grinning when you intertwined your fingers with his and brought his hand closer to your chest. 

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

“Uh, boys?” Hearing the concern in your tone, Steve grabbed a chair and placed it beside where you were sitting at the computer. “We may have a problem.”

“Oh, fun.”, Eddie teases as he stands behind you both with his arms crossed.

“I’m not quite sure how to say this so I’m just going to. Your site is gone.”

“What do you mean our site is gone?”

“I mean, I came over here to look at things and do my job but when I went to your site it’s not coming up.” They carefully watched as your fingers flew across the keyboard in front of you. “I did some research to see if maybe there was an outage or something and…”

You pull up an article with a grainy video pasted near the top and press play.

“While we are still unable to find the exact source of the feed from these people known only as ‘Dracula’ and ‘Renfield’, we were able to intercept their traffic this morning and remove the site from the internet.”

“Is this permanent?”, a reporter asked. 

“Uh, no. I imagine that it won’t be hard for them to get up and running again but now that we know how to remove them I’m sure we can find them and do it again.”

“Find them virtually right? Because you still don’t have a lock on their identities?”, another reporter cut in.

“That is correct. We do, however, have a whole team working to find them. While the footage isn’t 100% clear, we’re working on ways to grab anything we can to pinpoint who they are so we can stop this sadistic material once and for all.”

“Oh, Harrington, they have a team.”

“Eddie, stop. This is serious. Shit… if I had known about this I wouldn’t have let you stream with us last night, Y/N.”

“I moderate your site to, Steve. Depending on what they’re looking for they can probably find my footprints in your system.”

“Nerd.” 

You giggle at the metalhead’s joke but the other boy wasn’t amused, concentrating hard on the monitor in front of him. 

“Do you think Henderson is free?”

“Even if he’s not you know he’ll come here to help.”

“Who is this?”, you ask.

“Our friend. Ok, he’ll be asleep right now but I’ll call him in the morning before he heads to school.”

Eddie smiles as he sits on Steve’s lap and obnoxiously ruffles his hair. 

“We’ll be fine, babe. You worry to much. He’s taken care of us for two years; he’ll do it again.”

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excerpt from my demisexual eddie fic | read on ao3 here!

Eddie is so unused to being this fucking messed up over one specific person, and it’s driving him absolutely crazy. The fact that it’s Steve fucking Harrington doesn’t make it any better, and even though Eddie knows him now and he’s a good guy (the best guy, actually), it doesn’t help that Steve is probably, one hundred percent not interested–not to mention Eddie’s best friend these days. Eddie saw him in the hallways in high school, remembers thinking, damn he’s nice to look at, but it was never to this level–this constant, almost achy feeling to rub one off to fantasies of Steve (which, boundaries, Munson) when he’s alone, and don’t get him started on when they’re actually hanging out–it’s impossible to stop staring and nearly salivating over the column of Steve’s throat, the fucking veins in his hands, his stupid smile and soft eyes and–

Yeah. Eddie needs to get a fucking grip. It’s getting embarrassing. If Steve hasn’t noticed already, he’s bound to if Eddie can’t get a hold of himself.

He’s going to drop by Family Video in an hour to bother Steve and Robin, so he lies in bed longer than usual, palming himself through his boxers and flicking his thumb over the head of his dick. He debates making himself come, but honestly, it probably won’t make much of a difference. When he used to get horny, before Steve, he could jerk off and he’d be good for the rest of the day, no problem. Now it’s like he’s fourteen again, barely any refractory period, and it doesn’t matter anymore. When he sees Steve it’s like his entire brain hums to life, whirring and buzzing like electricity.

It’s never been like this before. Eddie is starting to get concerned that there’s something seriously wrong with him.

He sighs and pushes his hand into his underwear anyway, rubbing two fingers over his dick and closing his eyes. He imagines Steve’s mouth on him, those pouty lips and those big eyes on Eddie as he licks into him. Eddie moans, shuddering, his mind a litany of stevestevesteve—he makes himself come mortifyingly fast, and actually does whimper Steve’s name completely out of his control. Jesus christ.

When he gets to Family Video, there are no customers in the store and Steve and Robin are having a heated argument about Miami Vice of all things. Why is Eddie half in love with this guy again? Steve is gesturing wildly at Robin with both hands, and he looks good in that stupid green vest. His hair is a little lopsided like he was messing with it, and it just makes Eddie smile like an absolute lovesick moron. Robin sees him first. She grins at him, rolls her eyes.

“Hey, Eddie,” she says. “Thank god you’re here, I’m so bored.”

Steve turns, catches Eddie’s eyes and gives him this–oh. This amused, exasperated smile like him and Eddie are in on some inside joke. It makes his eyes crinkle at the corners, and he rolls them, drops his elbows back on the counter and leans on it.

“What, I’m not enough for you anymore?” Steve says, in a faux dramatic voice that really rivals Eddie’s, actually, and slaps a hand over his heart. Steve’s eyes flit to him, grinning with all his teeth, and Eddie wants to lick them.

“Mocking me in my own home, Steven?” Eddie gasps. It makes no sense, but Steve laughs anyway, eyes bright and heavy even when Eddie looks away. He squats a little and flings himself onto the counter next to Steve’s stupid (cute) elbows–he misjudges the momentum he’ll need to swing his legs over and his ass goes sliding across the vinyl. He knocks into Steve a little, but Steve steadies him with his hand gripping Eddie’s bicep. Eddie clears his throat, trying not to think about Steve’s big fucking hand wrapped around his arm, bare skin to bare skin, because he’s only wearing a Metallica shirt today.

“Thanks,” Eddie squeaks, winded. Steve squeezes his arm once, then lets go. Eddie is dizzy, both from Steve’s touch and the smell of him so close–he smells like some kind of spicy sweet shampoo, maybe clove? Please, for the love of fuck do not faint right now, Eddie begs his traitourous body. He’s felt so out of control lately that he wouldn’t be surprised. When Eddie looks at Robin again, she’s staring at him, one eyebrow raised–she’s clocked him immediately. He looks down at his white sneakers to avoid her eyes.

It’s a Tuesday, so the store is slow. Eddie stays with them for a couple hours, even though he worries sometimes that he’s actually bothering them. But today they don’t give him the chance to think that–they all bicker back and forth, and Steve keeps himself tucked towards Eddie. They’re not touching, but Steve’s body heat simmers against Eddie’s bare arms and makes them crawl with goosebumps. A couple customers wander in before Eddie leaves, and Robin goes to greet them. Eddie slides back over the counter reluctantly, but Steve leans in again before he can put too much space between them.

“Hey, do you want to hang out later?” Steve asks. “It’ll just be us, since Robin has plans.”

“Yeah sure, man,” Eddie says. “I’ll bring the good stuff, yeah?”

Steve beams at him, and Eddie has to pretend his entire heart cavity did not just fall through his ass. He leaves the store a little lightheaded, his chest aching a little from smiling and laughing and just being–fuck, happy, for once.

x

Eddie’s a virgin, or whatever, is the thing. He doesn’t actually believe in the fucked-up societal defintion of virginity or losing his virginity, especially as a person with a vagina, but the fact of the matter is that, either way, he’s never had sex. It’s not for lack of trying, though. After he turned eighteen, he’d gotten fed up and went on a weekend trip up to Indy. Its one gay bar was a hole-in-the-wall place down a dark side street, meant for hiding, and Eddie knew he had to be extra cautious, even. But he figured there had to be some guys that were into him.

He danced with some men, flirted with a few more, and even made out with a guy significantly older than him in the alley behind the bar–which, he knows now, was definitely fucking dangerous, even though nothing happened at the time. But the guy was attractive, and definitely seemed interested. Eddie remembers that they were kissing, and the man (who’s name Eddie didn’t know then, either) was really into it, moaning and grinding against Eddie’s thigh. Eddie though, just remembers feeling kind of uncomfortable. He was kissing him back, but it didn’t really feel good. The guy’s mouth was wet and warm, and objectively, it didn’t feel bad. But Eddie was just kind of frozen there, kissing, body stiff. He wanted to be enjoying it, what the fuck was wrong with him? Kissing was supposed to be nice, at least, and it’s not like the man was trying to get Eddie to swallow his tongue or anything.

When the guy reached between their bodies to pull Eddie’s zipper down, without even asking first, Eddie made a panicked noise and finally jerked away. He made some kind of excuse and ran before the man could get a word in.

He went back to that bar a few times. He danced, he drank, he tried more kissing (even tried skipping straight to blowing a guy, once, thinking he just didn’t like swapping spit). Every time he lost his nerve, he panicked, he ran.

In high school, during his second go-round of senior year, there was a boy that had heard the rumors about Eddie being gay (a freak) and was curious. His name was Blake, and he was cute, and kept coming to buy drugs from Eddie a startling amount. He flirted with Eddie when they were all alone, was borderline nice to Eddie in public, but Eddie didn’t believe him, because this was Hawkins. But one day, Blake just asked him point blank if he wanted to fool around in the back of Eddie’s van.

Eddie said sure, because if there was this one other gay person in Hawkins, he was going to take advantage of it. He had a lot of anxiety about Blake finding out he was trans, but it never even got that far. They were making out on a scratchy blanket that smelled like weed, and it wasn’t–it was okay. Blake had asked him if it was okay, and Eddie said yeah, it’s okay, and then Blake was on top of him with his thigh between both of Eddie’s, and all Eddie could think was he’s gonna be able to feel that I can’t get hard—but Blake seemed pretty focused on kissing him.

He seemed just as inexperienced as Eddie, used a little bit too much tongue, and it was just on the side of too wet. Eddie’s heart was fucking pounding so loud and he didn’t want to do this. But he wanted to like this, to want someone else, and Blake was nice and looked nice–and. Shit. Blake pulled away to give him some breathing room, and Eddie was panting too loud in the quiet car. He should’ve put some music on.

“You okay?” Blake said.

“Um–I. Yeah man, I’m good.”

“We can stop,” Blake said, and he didn’t even sound pissed about it. He didn’t look convinced that Eddie wasn’t having some kind of mental breakdown, jesus christ. Everything in Eddie’s brain screamed at him to take advantage of this, to keep going, that maybe he would finally get to touch a dick and just–feel good with another person instead of just by himself in his bedroom. But as soon as Blake had pulled back a little, Eddie’s racing mind quieted, the panic receded.

“I–shit. Yeah, maybe that would be good.” Eddie winced, but Blake nodded, sitting up a little and out of Eddie’s space. Eddie felt shitty about it, but also shitty about the fact that he felt shitty in the first place. He gnawed on his lower lip, lighting up a joint and passing it to Blake, because it was the least he could do. Blake took it, inhaling.

“You’re gay, right?” Blake asked.

“Yeah,” Eddie said. “Yeah, I am. I just don’t–” Eddie pulled hard on his curls until it hurt. “I don’t know.”

“Hey, it’s fine,” Blake said. “Don’t worry about it. I’m going to college in a couple months, you know? I just figured, if I could get some experience.” he stopped, looked sheepishly at Eddie.

“I get it, man,” Eddie said. “So–you’re gay, too?”

“I think I am, yeah,” Blake said. “Trying to figure it out.”

“Sorry, I can’t–I’m sorry I can’t help.”

“It’s okay,” Blake said. “If you change your mind though, just let me know.”

And that was that. They smoked some weed, and talked a little bit–Blake wasn’t particularly interesting but Eddie could talk to anyone. He told Blake some stuff about D&D, and Blake laughed at his dumbass storytelling, and then they both went on their way, separately, and Eddie had no more knowledge than what he started with.

He resigned himself to being alone, maybe forever. Which, is dramatic, because he hasn’t tried with that many people, but even so. He feels good when he’s alone, so he doesn’t understand why he can’t feel good with someone else, too. He had cried that night, in his bedroom, the bed covers pulled all the way up to his chin and curled in on himself like he could disappear.

The point is, Eddie knows Steve is experienced. He didn’t associate with any of Steve’s fanclub in high school, but rumors got around pretty quickly, and no one was saying anything bad about Steve’s skills in bed. Eddie loved watching Steve in school, with his stupidly styled hair and khaki pants, but he was always unobtainable. He was straight, pretty boy jock Steve Harrington, and Eddie was at the lowest level of the high school hierarchy. He was never even an option.

The more time Eddie spends with Steve after everything, the more he realizes that Steve is nothing like the perception that Eddie had of him years ago. Steve isn’t nice, actually, like Blake–he’s kind and loyal to his little ragtag family, but he’s pretty aloof to people outside their party. He can be fussy about the stupidest shit, like the fingerprints on Eddie’s van windows, and kind of a bitch, and Eddie is obsessed with him. And the more he gets to know Steve as himself, the worse it gets.

It’s not like Eddie was immune, before. He saw Steve rip that bat apart in the upside down and almost had a goddamn aneurysm about it. He replayed it behind his eyelids on a loop later, when they weren’t running for their lives, his mind screeching fuckfuckfuck that’s hot. He couldn’t stop staring at Steve wearing his denim vest and his dirty chest hair that Eddie actually might want to put in his mouth–ugh. But the attraction has gotten worse, thrumming inside Eddie’s bones, since he woke up in the hospital and Steve was curled up in the armchair by his bedside, passed out and not even stirring when Eddie tried to say Harrington, what the fuck? with a tube jammed down his throat. Where before Eddie was accused of murder, it was a casual appreciation, but now it’s just inconvenient. All encompassing. Suffocating. Like his body is making up for all the years it wasn’t a giant pain in the ass, and now he’s feeling every lustful thought he’s ever missed out on, all at once.

Maybe Eddie doesn’t want to feel like everyone else, actually. Maybe, even now, it would just be better if he’s someone else.

x

Eddie loves smoking with Steve. They’re parked at the quarry, back van doors thrown open to let in the cool September breeze. It smells like the oncoming autumn–like earth and rain and decay, and it mixes with the smell of weed and makes Eddie sleepy and warm all the way down to his toes. He’s lying flat on his back with the joint stuck between his lips, trying and failing not to stare at Steve, who’s too close and too far at the same time. He’s mirroring Eddie’s position on top of the blanket, legs and arms all sprawled out and head tipped back, eyes closed.

The muscles in his neck are huge, and Eddie knows he’s gawking at him like a fucking idiot, but he can’t tear his gaze away. He loves smoking with Steve, because Steve gets all relaxed and loose and giggly when he’s high, and most of the time Eddie can watch him an abnormal amount without Steve catching on–but he also hates it. Eddie’s whole goddamn brain detaches from his body, and he feels syrupy slow and sweet, wants to kiss Steve so badly it’s like a physical pain.

“You gonna hog that all night, man?” Steve asks. His head tilts towards Eddie–he’s smirking a little, lips quirked up and eyebrows raised, and his eyes are so fucking–they have flecks of green and gold in them, so fucking beautiful, and Eddie’s breath catches in his throat on the way out. What the fuck was the question, again?

“Mmm?” Eddie breathes. He has no idea what they’re talking about, not when Steve is looking at him like that–like maybe he can sense the tension between them too, amused and affectionate and something else, soft, that Eddie can’t name. Steve holds his hand out, and Eddie just stares at it for a second until he realizes Steve is waiting for him to pass him the joint, jesus christ. Eddie laughs, can’t help it, and hands it over–he must be higher than he thought. That, or drunk on Steve’s clove smell and how close his arm is to brushing Eddie’s.

Steve takes the joint between his fingers. Eddie watches, entranced, as he brings it to his mouth and inhales, his lips touching the paper where Eddie’s mouth just was and–Eddie breathes in harshly, his belly tight and hot with arousal. Steve looks back at him, still smiling, and Eddie realizes too late that his mouth is open a little (please don’t be drooling, oh my god) and his eyes are probably dilated as fuck.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Steve says. Steve still has that fucking smile, but it’s wider now, deeper, curved with an almost-laugh and a bit smug–there’s no way he doesn’t see exactly what the fuck he’s doing to Eddie, but he hasn’t punched him or shoved him away or even discouraged him at all. Huh.

Eddie flushes hard and obvious, the burn in his cheeks spreading to his ears and probably every inch of skin he has. He clears his throat, holds his hand out for the joint again, but his hand is trembling a little.

“Like what?” Eddie asks, because he has to be fucking sure. He’s not going to assume anything, especially with Steve. Steve, instead of handing Eddie the joint, stubs it out on the van wall–Eddie shudders, watching him, his heart pounding and pounding against his ribcage.

“Hey,” Eddie says, though it’s not a real protest. Steve just meets his eyes, giving him this look that’s almost admonishing, and Eddie swallows so loud he’s positive Steve can hear it.

“You know like what,” Steve says. He scooches closer to Eddie on the floor, the joint stubbed out and forgotten, but they were pretty close already. All the body heat Eddie can feel radiating off him is fucking insane, and Eddie wants him so fucking bad it’s making his whole body shake. Steve reaches out, gaze never leaving Eddie’s face, and cups the back of Eddie’s neck with his big hand. “Can I?”

And there’s absolutely nothing else Steve can mean except can I kiss you right? Eddie expects to panic, to feel that uncomfortable squirming in his gut that tells him run run run, because it’s one thing to want someone and something totally other to have that person right in front of you, touching you–but the sick feeling never comes. Eddie’s eyes flutter closed. Steve’s in his space and touching him and is probably going to kiss him. Eddie nods hard and jerky–he doesn’t trust his voice to not come out completely wrecked.

Steve cups his free hand against Eddie’s cheek, tilting his face and rubbing a thumb across the skin there. Eddie’s breath stutters, Steve’s breath falls warm on his face–and then Steve is pressing his lips to Eddie’s, careful and so light. Steve pulls away after only a few seconds. Eddie makes a sound in his throat, grabs Steve by the striped polo he’s wearing and keeps him there. Steve doesn’t go far; he dips in again to bring their mouths together, laughing a little.

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For the choose violence ask game:

8. For 9-1-1, if you please.

8. common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

This one got away from me…

It’s not everyone, but I see it often enough to really be annoying. The premise that certain interactions with women that Eddie’s had over the seasons are proof that he’s not interested in women. Specifically, scenes like him rejecting the women hitting on him at the Saddle Ranch in s2, him being uncomfortable and trying to avert his gaze with the sleep driving woman in s6, and his reaction to Pepa’s ambush setup in s6, etc.

I know people are often joking, but I’ve also seen these moments touted as objective proof of him being not into women. And, to be clear, the offense I take over this isn’t about debating his sexuality. It’s about how such claims are based on a premise that I find very skeevy.

If Eddie’s canon behavior in these scenes is evidence that he’s not into women then logic dictates that the way to show that he is into women in these scenarios would be if he did the opposite behavior. So let’s explore that thought experiment.

Eddie is at work, trying to do his job, which in this case includes the serious business of trying to get a woman’s head safely out of a truck tailpipe. Drunk women are aggressively hitting on him. He’s not enjoying it. This is apparently proof of him not liking all women, instead of him not liking these particular women. The implication is that if he was interested in women, he’d be having the time of his life and getting all their numbers. However, if the genders were swapped in this scenario, nobody would ever claim that a woman not enjoying several drunk men hitting on her while she’s just trying to do her job is indication of anything other than that those men need to back off and leave her alone.

A woman unexpectedly crashes her car into Eddie’s place of work and when she gets out, she’s completely naked. Also this happened while she was sleeping. She’s now awake and understandably distressed. Eddie is reacting with shock and trying very hard not to look at her. This is apparently proof that he’s just so gay, he can’t stand to see the nude female form for even a moment. Even jokingly, this is gross. The implication here is that if he were into women, he’d be what? Excited that a naked women drove into his place of work with no warning? Ogling a women in a very distressing and vulnerable situation? Salivating at her like a cartoon wolf from a Tex Avery cartoon? If I were that woman, I would absolutely be wanting every single person in that room to be averting their gaze as much as possible. And I don’t know about other people, but personally, I’d be pretty uncomfortable encountering any naked person in a location and scenario where I wasn’t already expecting it. Just saying.

Eddie stressing about Pepa’s ambush date setup? I literally don’t know a single person in my life who would enjoy being invited somewhere under one pretense and then being unexpectedly introduced to a complete stranger for a date. Maybe every person I’ve ever met is a complete weirdo, but I doubt it. I think people generally don’t like high pressure surprises about their personal life. Like, I’m really trying to picture how any of the other characters would react to such a thing, and even Buck, who I think would likely be the best sport about it, would probably be pretty taken aback about the whole thing. But maybe I’m just too much of an introvert to see the vision.

Tl:dr the essential implication behind all of these, is that in any scenario, a man who is into women is expected to respond to all women in all situations with clear enthusiasm at minimum and desperate horniness at most and that’s, frankly, a gross, all men are pigs sort of outlook that I really do not vibe with at all. Like, it literally sounds like homophobic frat boy talk. “Bro, you didn’t want to hit that? What are you gay?”