Tags: Fantasy AU, sun-coded!Steve Harrington, moon-coded!Eddie Munson, War, Minor Violence, Enemies to Lovers, Light Dom/sub, Hurt/Comfort, Comfort Sex, Swordfighting, falling in love with the enemy, Protective Steve Harrington, Temporary Character Death, Angst with a Happy Ending
Summary:
Raised to be the warrior that will bring his homeland to victory, Steve Harrington razes any enemy he faces, leaving nothing except blood and ash. Burning bright as the sun, there is nothing that can stop him.
Until Eddie Munson.
Who faced the full force of what Steve could bring to bear, and survived. Who, after taken prisoner, tempts Steve with the answers he's wanted his entire life: of his origins, of his powers, and who exactly he is supposed to beāif not a living weapon.
OR, the fantasy enemies to lovers fic where Steve is the sun and Eddie is the moon
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Canon hangster but they're exes, yknow the drill. But they were not just boyfriends ā they were going to get married.
But something happened and they broke apart, and though it wasn't an amicable ending, there was still a lot of hurt there
So when they get to NAS, they're both just focusing on the job. It hurts to be close but both assume the other thinks this is the best option.
(What Bradley doesnt know is Jake has his ring on his tags, and hides it between them during the beach game)
(What Jake doesn't know is that Bradley broke up with him when he had a health scare that could've ended his career and didnt want to drag Jake down with him)
Theyre both too nervous to breach the topic till the day of the mission and Jake tries to tell Bradley he still has his ring but they dont end up talking
Obviously it turns out well enough and then the week that follows the mission is full of a slow reconciliation, with soft touches and lots of talking and spending time reacclimating to their old/new relationship
And then one day Bradley pulls Jake's tags off and gets his ring off the chain and places it back on Jake's finger
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written for āfirst' | wc: 336 | rated: t | cw: no archive warnings apply | tags: pre-relationship, eddie has a big ol' crush on steve, feat. corroded coffin
@steddiemicrofic
The sound of a motorcycle engine at a bar was not uncommon. So, excuse Eddie if he didnāt pay attention to every single one while enjoying a pre-set cigarette.
Until, of course, one of his lovely bandmates decided to knock shoulders with him. Repeatedly.
āYour boytoyās here.ā
āShut up, Gareth. Heās not my anything,ā Eddie bit out. Inhaled a deep toke, gaze firmly at his feet.
Maybe the natural sound of a bar werenāt the only reason Eddie refused to look. So what, if heād invited Steve to one of their gigsāwell, him and Robināand just Steve said yes.
So what, if he didnāt want to give away his horrible, obvious crush by whipping around at any sign of that maroon Beemer.
Gareth scoffed, shoving Eddie again until he rolled his eyes and turned.
Only to find some dude on a bright red Honda CB750, pushing down the kickstand with his heel, bike rocking into place between the tense muscles of his jean-clad thighs.
A bike from Wayneās era, not Steveās.
Steve also didnāt wear leather. Much less a black leather jacket with two white stripes around the arms.
āThatās notā¦ā
Eddie couldnāt breathe as the ride removed his helmet, running a hand through mussed hair, which apparently even sweat couldnāt force into common ugliness.
Steve Harrington rode a motorcycle.
Fuck.
āEddie?ā
Jeff nudged at him. But Eddie would not have moved for God himself and miss Steve unzipping his leather jacket, revealing skin flushed pink from his cheeks, down his throat into a white t-shirt.
āWell, thatās a first. Harrington broke him.ā
Shut up, Gareth, Eddie wanted to snap. But his mouth, his eyes, his feet, wouldnāt move when Steve sighted them and strode over like his very existence wasnāt making Eddie implode.
āHey, Eds.ā
Eddie had nothing else in his head, not with Steve looking like that.
All he could say was, āNice bike.ā
Smooth, Munson.
Steve fixed him with this look, this smirk, like he knew something all along.
written for āmistletoeā & 'true love's kiss' | wc: 1000 | rated: t | cw: no archive warnings apply | tags: post s4, magic winter powers!steve, getting together, steve wouldn't kiss eddie so the narrative stepped in
@steddieholidaydrabbles @steddiebingo
Steve had a major fucking problem.
He was in love with Eddie Munson.
And he had weird magic winter blood that acted up around the holidays. But the whole āin loveā think was particularly screwing with him.
Heād kept it hidden the whole rest of the year just fine. He survived Eddie stripping half his usual layers to make of the pool in the summer, only staring at the dark ink of tattoos on pale skin likeā¦twice.
He survived having to squash together when the entire clan imposed movie night upon him. Having to lay his arm out along the back of the couch to fit four people at once, resisting every urge to card his fingers through the crown of Eddieās curls in the low light.
Eddie was justā¦pretty, in his own way. Pretty with sharp edges. Black leather, denim, and chains; all handstitched together with careful detail. Brash and defiant, cloaking the vulnerable parts lying beneath.
Steve let it go too far.
And now, fucking mistletoe kept appearing around Eddie like Christmas herpes, and Steve was the one who basically gave it to him.
It wouldnāt go away. Not really a matter of trying, it couldnāt go away unless Steve avoided Eddie until January orā¦
Kissed him.
Some kind of cosmic joke, when his little bit of magic decided to rear its head for the whole idea of true loveās kiss bullshit. It wasnāt true love. Justā¦Steveās love.
Because Eddie Munson would never love him.
And avoiding him might have worked, with Steve holed up in his room for the rest of the holidays.
He blamed Dustin.
The kid just showed up whenever he wanted, now that the gremlins were all on winter break, determined to find some way of getting Steve into playing their fantasy dragons game. It didnāt matter if Steve didnāt pick him up.
Because if Steve wasnāt the one driving Dustin aroundāEddie was.
So, when Dustin burst through Steveās front door, arms laden with notebooks and tiny action figures, Eddie strolled in right behind him.
And as soon as Steve saw him, cheeks bright pink and wearing a haphazard scarf El made for him, it happened.
Mistletoe, with spiked green leave and vibrant gem berries, bloomed in an instant. One on the banister, on at Eddieās feet, and one on the damn ceiling right over their heads.
Subtle.
Eddie hadnāt noticed three plants appear out of thin air.
But Steve couldnāt snatch them before Eddie saw them, either.
He furrowed his brows at the one at his feet, and then scoffed when his gaze traveled to the stairs. Eddie plucked it off to examine, and Steve dug his nails into his palms to keep from asking Eddieās thought about what Steve hadāunintentionallyāmade for him.
āJesus, this stuff is everywhere lately. Like a little plant stalker.ā
Steve offered a dry chuckle. He could work with that.
āThe kids mustāveāā
āOh, thatās probably Steve.ā
Dustin fuckingā¦materialized beside him. Eddie, just as startled, clenched his fingers around the mistletoe, slight crushing it.
āWhat?ā
Steve shoved Dustinās should hard enough to pull a wince, glaring in his best way of silently shouting, What the fuck, Henderson?
Eddieās eyes flicked between them. āThis is that wholeā?ā
āYeah,ā Steve nodded.
He knew about Steve, already. His magic wasnāt as strong then as right now, but it had been enough to function as a walking ice pack once Eddie was out of the hospital.
That hadnāt helped Steveās stupid feelings either. Easing Eddieās aches, the deep pain from his scars.
Dustin flapped his hands at them, vibrating with his excitement to continue blabbing all of Steveās secrets. āDid he tell you, last years, he made it snow an extra day so weād get off school!ā
Eddieās gaze slid to Steve.
āYouā¦made it snow.ā
Voice soft, dark eyes taking Steve in. Curious, not doubting.
Steve wanted Eddie to know it was true. That, somewhere in him too, was the kind of wonder that emanated from Eddie.
It wasnāt much, so it happened rather quickly.
The room cooled ten degreesāand Steve hardly felt it, but Eddie shiveredāhis fingers tingling with residual frost spreading up his hand at his side, then into the air until a burst of crystalline snowflakes fluttered down around them.
Steve let it go on for a minute, watching Eddie put out his free handābecause the other was still holding the damn mistletoeāto catch snowflakes on his palm. As his dark hair sparkled slightly silver with each soft crystal that landed on his curls, even a few on his lashes.
Steveās breath escaped him. Mistletoe bloomed across the ceiling.
And then Eddieā¦looked at him.
And Steveā¦
Turned tail to the kitchen.
āSteve?ā Eddie called after him, but Steve couldnāt.
Heād messed up this time. Eddie had to have figured out Steve felt something for him, and even if he didnāt kick Steve completely out of his life, he couldnāt go back to how it was. Not if Eddie knew.
Steve stumbled into the kitchen, but their were footsteps just behind. And he turned, hopingābut knowingā¦
āHey there, Ice Princess.ā
The snow had melted from his hair, but Eddieās cheeks were still pink, one dimpled from a teasing smile. All bravado.
āFunny,ā Steve huffed.
Eddie kept grinning, lifting his hand to present Steveās mistake to him once again. āThis was you, then.ā
Steve wiped his hands on his thighs, coming up blank for any viable excuse. āI justā¦Itās not what you think, alright?ā
āWhat I think?ā
Steve sighed, āItāll stop by January, I swear.ā
Eddie dropped the mistletoe to the floor, and in three long strides, backed Steve up against the counter. Their thighs, their chests touched and a flush flared across Steveās body with Eddie close, so close.
āYou donāt know what I think, Steve.ā
Steveās gaze dropped to Eddieās lips. Eddie pressed the tip of his canine into pink flesh.
Mistletoe rained down from the ceiling, bouncing off their heads and onto the floor.
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written for āfluffers | threesomeā | wc: 2250 | rated: e | cw: no archive warnings apply | tags: porn star eddie & chrissy, fluffer steve, threesome, chrissy & eddie both dom steve
āMunson!ā
Eddie let out a soft groan, lazily lifting his head from the back of the couch to gaze at the PA in the doorway. Between his splayed legs, Steve shifted, but the other chair in the dressing room blocked him just enough that Eddie kept him where he was with a gentle tug of his hair.
His mouth was warm, and Eddie was greedy.
āGoing on soon?ā he asked of the red-haired man with a clipboard.
āNope. Got double-booked with Hagen and didnāt win the coin toss.ā The guyās mouth pulled at the corner, confirming what Eddie was suspecting. āShootās canceled.ā
Eddie slumped into the cushions. āWell, shit.ā
āDirector said you can go home. Weāll let you know when itāll happen.ā The PA shrugged, and turned away from the door, already running down the schedule for his next stop.
It wasnāt the end of the world. Eddie had another shoot scheduled in a couple days, but with everything else he was doing, this one likely wouldnāt happen for another month.
Heād been excited about it.
Usually, his videos played better to the male crowd, with Eddieās tattoos, his lean and strong frame, and silver rings framed in shots where he held pretty boys mouths open for his cockāso he wasnāt often paired with the girls. But of any of them, only his videos with Chrissy Cunningham did anywhere close to as good as his own. She wasnāt anything like it outside of a shootābut ever since their video as cheerleader and metalhead, the masses wanted more.
She had this deceptive sort of dominance, matching Eddie play for play without it seeming like an act before submission. Eddie was pretty sure neither of them really ever submitted.
Freakinā Hagen wasnāt even doing anything excitingā¦some casting couch thing.
With a sigh, Eddie let himself linger in the feel of Steveās mouth, his tongue stroking on the underside of his dick before he sat up, pulling out from between his pinkened lips. āYou can stop now, baby.ā
Steveās exhale traveled over Eddieās spit-slick cock, before his lashes fluttered and he gazed up at Eddie with dark, dark eyes, the pupils so round and wide their normal whiskey amber was reduced to a sliver. The sight of them alone could get Eddie ready for a shoot without the need for Steveās mouth on him.
Heād been hired just over a month ago as one of their fluffers. Eddie had been the third actor heād worked on. And then his last.
Steve had become exclusively Eddieās at this point. In and outside their respective bedrooms.
Not exactly company policy, but nobody stopped them.
Eddie ran his thumb over Steveās swollen bottom lip, considering whether or not to use such a willing partner while Steve was already on his knees. He could really let Steve give it his all instead of toeing the line between keeping Eddie camera-ready and ready to cum. Take him all the way to the back of his throat.
Then again, he already pushed it with commandeering Steve all for himself. Fucking in the dressing room might not go over so well.
āGo rest for a bit while I get ready,ā Eddie said to him, punctuating his decision by covering his fading erection with his robe.
āMākay,ā Steve nodded, pushing into Eddieās hand against his cheek as he stood. Eddie followed suit, and Steve dropped into the space he vacated on the couch, sprawled across the length of it. He knew not to touch the clear bulge of his own cock in his jeans, though he kept his arms above his head just to be sure.
Eddie went to his locker to gather his things and change, but it wasnāt long before there was a knock at his door.
He wasnāt surprised much to find Chrissy standing there, already dressed in jeans and a tight sweater, hair up in her ponytail. Unfortunately, it would not be coming undone for a video today.
āHeard the news?ā he asked, slipping on his boxers.
She crossed her arms over her chest and rolled her eyes. āFreakinā Hagen. He never reads the schedule.ā
Eddie chuckled, undoing his robe. Not like anyone in the room hadnāt seen literally of it before.
āHis videos donāt do half as well as either of ours, and he knows it Boring, repetitive. Heād got to put twice as much out to keep up.ā
Chrissy hummed in agreement, strangely quiet when it came to badmouthing the one guy who was absolutely lucky to be at the studio with his track record. Eddie glanced over his shoulder, and on second thought, he should have known.
Chrissy looked at Steve, head cocked thoughtfully.
He still lounged on the couch, one of his long legs hung over the back of the cushion, eyes shut as he waited. Steve hadnāt been assigned to Chrissy before Eddie called eternal dibs, but Eddie was still surprised she hadnāt met him yet.
āHeās cute,ā she said, stepping into the room. She approached the couch, a question in her eyes to Eddie that he nodded to. Carefully, she ran her fingers through Steveās hair, and he arched into it immediately, opening his eyes for her.
It was devastating and Eddie knew it. Chrissyās eyes gleamed in interest.
āYou donāt do any videos?ā
Steve shook his head, pliant and quiet while Chrissy massaged his scalp.
āHarrington prefers the behind the scenes work. So, heās all mine,ā Eddie answered, recalling how Steve looked in his bed while Eddie took him apart as he slipped into his jeans.
Part of him had considered putting Steve in front of a cameraāwith Eddie, of courseābut besides Steveās hesitance to do so, heād only had Steve to himself for a few weeks.
āAnd the site would crash after a few seconds of his fucked-out face,ā he added.
Steve flicked his eyes toward Eddie in a glared at belied the loose sprawl of his body. Eddie winked at him, doing up his belt.
Chrissy went quiet again until Eddie had finished dressing. A flare of arousal at the base of Eddieās spine hinted that he might not be leaving as disappointed as he would have five minutes before.
āYou know, my apartmentās not far from here,ā Chrissy said, even and sweet. Eddie bit back a grin as he looked at her from the corner of his eye. āThere might not be any cameras, but itād be a shame to let the day go to waste.ā
āInviting me over, Chris?ā
She nodded, easing her hand into the perfect place to pull on Steveās hair and force him to arch his back, eyes on her. She peered down at him, hungrily eyeing a precious prize. āAnd this sweet boy here, of course.ā
Eddieās cock twitched in the confines of his jeans. Still, he held back his resounding agreement to call over, āSteve?ā
āYeah.ā He did his best to make eye contact with Eddie as he answered, then back to Chrissy to say it again. āYes.ā
~*~*~*~
āShit, Eddie,ā Chrissy gasped, hands clutched onto the headboard. She rocked her hips down against the slick tongue licking into her, shuddering when Steveās moan wracked through her. āI see why you donāt share him.ā
Eddie chuckled as he watched her face, quite familiar with the feeling of Steveās not just expertise with his mouth, but his enthusiasm. Steve had been born for something like this, and Eddie happily reaped the rewards.
Chrissy was fit and lean, a swimmer, and the muscles in her thighs rippled as she rode Steveās face. His hands, large and rough, dug in to keep her close, his bare cock hung heavy against his inner thigh. On their own, each was beautifulāespecially when Chrissy had put Steve on his knees for her in her bedroom.
And the two of them togetherā¦Eddie could die happy right that second.
But then he wouldnāt get to have any fun, and that would not do.
He shuffled up the mattress on his knees, straddling Steveās thighs behind Chrissy. She didnāt break her rhythm even when Eddie started rubbing his dripping cock against her back and cupped his hands over her tits. She moaned softly, the touch not quite enough to take her attention away from Steve.
He took one of her nipples between his fingers and tugged, twisting until Chrissy arched her back into it, and then he let go. Chrissy panted, but refused to give, dropping one hand to thread into Steveās hair and shove his tongue as deep as it could go.
Eddie tapped on one of Steveās hands, a quick check-in. He tapped back, good to continue.
āYou always make me work for it, huh, Chris?ā Eddie growled, tugging at both her tits.
āDonāt want you getting lazy on me, Munson,ā she said, the barest hint of a whimper leaving her lips.
Eddie chuckled and pressed two fingers against her lips, the other reaching down to ease her hand off Steveās hair to give him a break. She let him, grabbing tight to the headboard again.
But where Steve would have opened easy and wanton for Eddie, Chrissy did what Eddie loved best about her. She fit her teeth around the first knuckle of each finger, just over the line of gentle, her tongue teasing his fingertips.
āI might not be able to make you,ā he said to her, drawing close. She narrowed her eyes at him, but Eddie didnāt relent. āBut I can make him.ā
Steve might be playing pet for both Eddie and Chrissy right then, but Steve was his always. And if Eddie ordered him to stop, Steve would.
Chrissyās eyes examined Eddieās face, considering his willpower to hers. Considering the cost of being stubborn over quite nothing at all.
After a moment, she released her teeth and let Eddieās fingers into her mouth. She stared hard at him while he thrust them slowly between her lips, pink and plump, and he decided that making her choke on them could wait for another time.
Satisfied that he had made his point, Eddie slipped his fingers out and reached between Chrissyās legs, finding her pussy soaked and dripping from Steveās tongue.
He hadnāt needed to work so hard with Chrissyās mouth, but the win had been worth the waste. Two of his fingers slid inside easily, and Chrissy spread her legs wider to make room. He added a third before she had to ask, bullying Steveās tongue out of the way.
His knuckles hit Steveās chin as he crooked them deeper and thrust into Chrissy, practiced already with the necessary angle. Steve moaned and shifted somewhere newāthough Eddie had a decent idea where when Chrissy bit hard onto her bottom lip.
āHe find your clit?ā he murmured into Chrissyās ear.
āOh, immediately.ā
Eddie gave a pleased hum and raised his voice loud enough for Steve to hear. āKeep right there, Stevie, yeah?ā
With his mouth preoccupied, Steve tapped Eddieās thigh twice for his answer. Eddie hummed into Chrissyās hair, and shoved his fingers deep inside her. She sighed at the fullness, and Eddie knew four would be even better, but from behind it was difficult.
So he crooked his fingers over and over, feeling Steveās jaw working alongside him, and fucked Chrissyās pussy with short, rough thrusts. He wasnāt going to hit her g-spot, not yet. He wanted her to tell him she wanted it this timeāthat she wanted him to make her cum.
āCāmon, Eddie,ā Chrissy growled, staring down at Steve below her. āMake a mess of that pretty face.ā
And fuck, Eddie hadnāt even thought of that. Caught up in his battle of dominance with Chrissy, when Steve was going to get the best humiliation of his and Eddieās relationship yet.
Eddie huffed and growled in return, angling his shoulder to fuck all three fingers into Chrissy fast and rough, her pussy so drenched and slick it was sliding down Eddieās wrist even before she was finished. Steve had taken hold of her hips, holding her in place while he sucked on her clit and Eddie pounded the perfect spot inside her.
āFuck, fuck, fuck!ā
Chrissy clenched hard around Eddieās fingers, finally letting her cries and whine free with her release. Eddie let his fingers be forced out, grabbing his cock at the base to keep from coming as he sat back and watched Chrissy squirt onto Steveās face, drenching his mouth, his chin, and even down to his chest before she finally stopped squirming with the aftershocks.
Steveāsweet, sweet Steveākissed her inner thighs with his slick lips.
Eddie released his hold on his cock, shutting his eyes with a sigh as he stroked himself. He replayed it over in his mind, how Chrissy had writhed on his fingers and Steve had happily taken it all and more.
āOh, weāre not done,ā Chrissy said, voice annoyingly steady as she smacked Eddieās hand away from his cock.
He opened his mouth to bitch, but Chrissy was already clamoring into his lap and shoving him onto the mattress by his shoulders, settling her full weight on his chest. Her skin was shining with sweat, and Eddie fucking hoped she was about to ride him into oblivion with her pussy wet and ready with release.
Instead, she bent forward, nipping hard at Eddieās bottom lip.
She laughed at his scowl, and said, āWeāre not done, until you and I fuck Steve just as hard you did me.ā
written for āpetplayā | wc: 2139 | rated: e | cw: no archive warnings apply | tags: established relationship, kink exploration, toys, eddie makes a meow noise and steve has thoughts
āWhat the hell is this?ā
Eddie beamed as he shoved the storefront doorās open for both him and Steve, practically vibrating where he stood as he said, āHalloween store.ā
And Steve followed him inside, any following comments reduced down to a single, āUm.ā
Becauseā¦yeah. Halloween was the one and only descriptive word that would fit in a place like this, filled to the brim with towering plastic skeletons, grim reapers and other noisy decorations, and then rows and rows of costumes, even up on the walls.
Steve glanced at a nearby wire rack, lifting up a plush doll with a pumpkin head and devil tail with his fingers.
āWhy?ā
Eddie had already been drawn in by the costumes, examining them with his eyes wide and bright with glee. He managed to pull his attention back to Steve, who had better resistance to this place and stood in the middle of a rack of props with his hands on his hips.
āWhere else are you going to find a rubber machete and aā¦ā He paused, unhooking a costume from its spot and bounded over to Steve to wave it in his face. ānerd girl with orange sweater costume right next to each other?ā
Steve eased the thick plastic-wrapped costume away from his face, unimpressed.
Eddie was entirely unbothered, his mind already several thoughts beyond what he last said as his gaze laved over the bounty before him. They caught sharply on something, and Eddie darted off again with only a āOoh, vamp fangsā to explain where heād gone.
Leaving Steve holding a costume he definitely wasnāt buying.
He placed it back on a hook, probably not the right one, and tried to follow Eddie as he meandered through aisles, picking up whatever looked interesting even if he put it right back down.
āAnd they just show up every year?ā Steve asked.
āItās the inevitable fate of the abandoned storefront to eventually becomeā¦ā Eddie turned, raising a ghoulish mask to his face and putting on a goofy voice. āSpirit Halloween.ā
And Steve laughed. Because Eddie maybe looked as though he belonged on the one of the shelves, but really he was a ridiculous man who made Steve feel ridiculous things deep in his chest.
āWell,ā Steve said, pulling the mask down only to find Eddie making his best impression of it. āI can see why you like it.ā
Eddie dropped the contortion of his face for a genuine smile, stepping into Steveās space for just a moment to slip his fingers under Steveās shirt and run them across his stomach. They couldnāt do more, not in public like they were, but it was enough.
Then, Eddie was right back to it, eyes flitting over Steveās shoulder before his hand immediately followed.
āWhat about these?ā he said, settling something on his head.
They were just large enough to peek out over the wildness of Eddieās dark curls, looking all the more as though there was a real pair of cat ears, fuzzy and black, instead of a headband. It was different, for Eddie. Soft and cuddly and maybe if heād picked out one with cow ears, heād match his big brown eyes a little bit more.
And then Eddie let out this little noise.
āMeow.ā
And it wasnāt anything different than heād ever done. Just as random and dramatic and silly as usual, butĀ it came out of Eddieās mouth and Steve went still. He had to, because maybe if he didnāt move and Eddie didnāt make that sound again, he wouldnāt beā¦turned on.
Jesus fuck, he was hard because Eddie meowed at him.
And maybe because of the ears, but still.
āSteve?ā
āUh,ā Steve came back to find Eddie staring at him with a frown, and he fought not to bring attention to the fucking blatant giveaway in his jeans by adjusting himself. Eddie was still wearing the damn ears. āYeah. Looksā¦cute.ā
Brow furrowing, Eddie removed the ears.
Steve wasnāt sure what he felt more: relief or disappointment.
āIf you donāt like it, thatās okay,ā Eddie said, setting the ears on the rack.
āNo, I justāā Steve shook his head and ran a hand through his hair. That only made him glance at the ears again and he forced his gaze away. He forced a soft laugh and asked, āWhat ever happened to a sexy nurse?ā
Something flickered in Eddieās eyes, interest or humor, but he stopped frowning at least.
āI could do both,ā he said with a wink. He hooked his fingers with Steveās and tugged him toward an unexplored section of the store. āCome on, wanderingās half the fun.ā
~*~*~*~
Steve figured that was that.
Eddie found a costume he likedāsomething from one of his horror movies and not a catāand they left. Eddie put the bag in his room to be untouched until Halloween, and if Steve got a flush down his neck whenever he was over and noticed the bag in the corner, that was his business.
It wasnāt that strange. It was just Eddie. Eddie made Steveās brain go haywire most of the time anyway.
He didnāt even mention it to Robin, mostly because he had no idea what had really happened.
So he didnāt think about it.
And he was pretty sure Eddie hadnāt either.
Until he walked into the trailer, date night movie rental and homemade beans and rice in hand, and discovered that Eddie had absolutely noticed his weird behavior that day and had definitely been thinking about it.
āHey.ā
There were no words. Steve had none whatsoever, standing awkwardly with his hands full and mouth half-open because Steveās brain was focused completely onā¦ears. Andā¦tail.
Not the same ears from the halloween store. No, these were bigger and fluffier. They didnāt get lost in Eddieās curls, and the shiny black fur matched a long tail the curved from the arch of Eddieās butt all the way down to his ankles. He was otherwise completely naked, all his tattoos on display. Soft, with an edgeāall Eddie.
āEdāEddie?ā
He bit his lip. strolling forward until he was nose to nose with Steve. He hummed, low and deep in his chest.
No, fuck. It was a purr.
āGod, youāreā¦youāre soā¦ā
āPretty?ā Eddie offered.
Steve nearly whined, but the shock still hadnāt left him and he was just standing there like an idiot with his mouth hung open.
āAm I your pretty kitty?ā Eddie laid his hands on Steveās chest, rising up on his toes to nuzzle the side Steveās cheek and make that low purring sound again.
āEds, pleaseā¦ā
He continued rubbing against Steve, but he must have just shaved because his skin was soft where Steveās had slight stubble. And as he pressed his whole body into him, Steve could feel the line of his cock, hard, against his thigh.
āBedroom,ā Eddie whispered, drawing a line up the side of Steveās throat with his tongue.
And Steve nodded on autopilot, dropping what was in his hands onto the table and following behind. Eddie ran his hand along the length of his tail, flicking it against his bare legs, and Steve nearly sprinted into the bedroom.
He wrapped his arms around Eddieās middle, careful not to step on the tail. Eddie laughed, bright and surprised, a slight break from his sultry acting. The fur of the tail brushed against Steveās legs, and even through his jeans, it made him shudder and moan into Eddieās ear.
Fuck, he was hard.
Heād been hard in the store when Eddie meowed at him. And he was hard now.
āLie there,ā Eddie said, pointing to his mattress.
Steve shook his head, running his hands across Eddieās chest, his stomach. Grinding his dick against Eddie, doing his best not to shove his hands in Eddieās hair and knock the ears loose.
Eddie had no such restrictions.
He reached back and grabbed ahold of Steveās hair at the crown of his head. He pulled, hard enough until Steve gasped and stopped what he was doing to pay attention.
āYouāre not supposed to be the naughty one here,ā Eddie chastised, swatting Steveās thigh with his free hand. He released Steveās hair, jutting his chin toward the bed once more. ā Go.ā
Steve slunk onto the mattress, kicking off his shoes and setting up against the pillows.
Heād barely laid back when Eddie fuckingā¦pounced on him like a real damn cat. The mattress creaked under their combined weight, but Steve had a lap-full of Eddie nuzzling into the crook of his neck again, his chest rumbling against Steveās with that purring sound.
All Steve could do was put his hands wherever they could reach, wherever he could explore the expanse of bare skin Eddie had put on display for him.
Well, almost completely bare.
Steve hadnāt even clocked the jock-strap Eddie was wearing, or why he was wearing it at all.
Not until his hands curved over Eddieās hips toward the slight swell of his ass and found the thin straps, following them to Eddieās tailbone. He must have bought them just for this. Bought everything, to surprise Steve with a kink he had been willing to ignore.
He thoughtā¦he thought that was where the tail would have been attached.
But the straps were separate, nudged slightly out of the way, not by Steveās fingers, but the tail itself. Resting snugly between Eddieās cheeks, connected to something solid and weighty that Steve gripped with his fingers.
If his head hadnāt been so frazzled, he would have recognized it.
But then he wouldnāt have gotten to hear the plaintive whine Eddie let out when Steve tugged at the base of the tailāat the base of the plug stretching out Eddieās hole and keeping the tail in place.
āHoly fuck, Eddie,ā Steve gasped, shifting to better settle Eddie between his legs and fix his grip on the plug. With one arm slung around Eddieās middle, Steve fucked the plug in and out of Eddieās hole using the widest part, the slick sound of lube filling the spaces between Eddieās moans. āYou really are my kitty, huh?ā
āMeow,ā Eddie managed through a few gasping breaths.
Steve shut his eyes tight, groaning through gritted teeth as hot arousal shot through him, straight down to his cock.
āDo that again,ā Steve begged.
And even if he was ready for it this time, Steve had to fit his teeth to Eddieās bare shoulder to fight back the flare of pleasure again. Fight it so he could shove the plug in deep, right against the nerves deep inside Eddie so that his meow cut off with a sharp cry, wriggling in Steveās hold.
Steve went back to his kinder thrusts for a moment, letting Eddie rest his weight against him with soft little noises falling from his lips. Fuck, Eddie must have used so much fucking lube for the thing, the sound of it still squelching as Steve fucked him.
āGoing to make you cum like this,ā Steve told him, and Eddie nodded frantically. āAnd then I want you to lick my cock. Youāre going to be a nice kitty for me and lick it all over.ā
Maybe Steve could cum from that. Or heād make Eddie try until he couldnāt take it anymore and fucked him for real.
āYes, yes.ā
Steve let out a ragged noise, hiking Eddie up for the best angle to fuck the plug into that spot, over and over. Eddie thrust his hips against Steveās chest, the jockstrap straining and growing damp where Eddie leaked into the fabric.
He should have taken off his shirt, the sudden image of Eddie licking his own cum off Steveās body bright in his head. But Eddie was shaking and whining, digging his nails into Steveās shoulders, and he might murder Steve if he stopped now.
āLet me see,ā he said, sitting back into the pillows. He meant let me see your ears, but it was all Steve could get out in his desperation.
Eddie was quick to obey, bracing against Steveās pecs so his flushed and fucked-out face was on display. Half-ready to start begging if Steve didnāt finish him off.
Steve shoved the plug deep and kept it there with his fingers.
Pressing and rubbing directly against the nerves that had Eddie arching his back, practically crying to the ceiling. His cock twitched and spilled into the jockstrap, some of it spilling out anyway, rocking his hips into the plug even as it pushed past feeling good.
He let his grip go, and Eddie whined even when his shoulders sagged in relief.
āGood kitty.ā
The words fell from his lips, unbidden. Steve stared at Eddieās fuzzy ears and stroked along his tail, several more ideas coming to mind as to what to do with his new kitty.
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written for āfabrics | sharpsā | wc: 2807 | rated: e | cw: no archive warnings apply | tags: established relationship, interrogation roleplay, knifeplay (it's fake tho), dom eddie, sub steve
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Steve never thought being tied up to a chair would get him so turned on.
Sure, there was always the fun experiment of bringing in blindfolds or handcuffs for the girls that were a little more adventurous. More of one-time, letās try for fun just to stay that we did.
Then being the one tied up on an increasingly regular basis, along with a host of other things once he got past that whole āshit, guys are actually pretty hot tooā thing.
And the āholy shit, I want to kiss Eddie Munsonā thing.
Eddie was the one whoād done this, after all.
He flexed his hands, testing the give of the bandana Eddie had tied around his wrists. The same one he usually wore in his back pocket, carefully encircling Steveās wrists behind the back of the chair. Heād needed to use real rope to pin Steveās legs against the chairās, thighs spread in an enticing position.
It hadnāt been long. Maybe five minutes since Eddie had checked his knots and then gone downstairs, leaving Steve in a chair in the middle of his bedroom.
Just long enough for Steve to start getting bored, zoning out in front of his blank door.
Just long enough that his heart picked up in surprise when the door opened and Eddie strode through.
He stared silently at Steve as he shut the door, taking in how Steve had fared in his short absence. Eddie had worked quick before, so this was the first time he really saw the full picture of Steve, all tied up and waiting for him.
Steve swiped his tongue across his bottom lip. It drew Eddieās attention, and he walked forward.
He reached out a hand once he was close enough, cradling Steveās jaw to tip his face up into a slow kiss. Steve shifted his shoulders, forgetting he couldnāt touch back until his hands pulled at the fabric around his wrists.
Eddie must have noticed him shifting around. He pulled back, keeping his hand at the side of Steveās face.
āHi, baby.ā
Steve exhaled, relaxing his arms. Eddie stroke his cheek with his thumb, and Steve preened with an answering, āHi.ā
Eddie tamped down what would have been a smile by biting into his lip and lowered his hand. Steve reminded himself not to miss its warmth, because he knew what was coming.
āYou know why youāre here?ā Eddie asked, soft and sweet, though his eyes narrowed slightly with a hint of significance.
Getting right into it, then.
Steve took a readying breath, much like the ones before his races at a swim meet or confronting the kids about their late video fees.
Then, he cocked his head just slightly.
āI seem to remember somebody tying me up.ā
āCute,ā Eddie said, bracing his hand on one of the arms of the chair, bringing his face a hairsbreadth from Steveās. āBut not what I meant.ā
Heat flashed across his cheeks and all the way down his neck to his chest. A pleasant buzz began to thrum in the back of Steveās head, urging him to play along. To push, even. Just a little.
āYeah?ā
Interest gleamed in the deep brown of Eddieās eyes, and he was so close Steve could almost lean forward and touch his lips to Eddieās.
āYouāve got a secret,ā Eddie said, a light hum in his voice.
Steve flicked his gaze down Eddieās body, coy and playful. āWho told you that?ā
āI could see it written across this pretty boy face of yours,ā Eddie said like an obvious fact, darting forward that last bit to nip at Steveās bottom lip. When he pulled back, his eyes were fully alight with that mischievous gleam. āYouāre an open book to me, baby.ā
The breath Steve let out was practically ragged.
Eddie had barely touched him yet.
āPlease, Eds.ā
With a pleased sound in the back of his throat, Eddie straightened and rounded the chair to stand at Steveās back. Steve tried to follow with his head until he couldnāt, sighing when all he could do again was wait.
This time, he knew Eddie was there.
Knew it was only a matter of time.
Eddieās hand was a warn brand on the side of his throat that had Steve gasping until Eddie had a light hold under his chin. He tipped Steveās head back, keeping his thumb on Steveās lip to hold his mouth open.
Steve stared up at Eddie, his curls falling down around his bare shoulders. Wearing a band tee cut into a tank top for the summer, as though it was any other day and he wasnāt doing exactly he was doing right now.
āYouāre going to tell me what it is,ā Eddie said.
Steve made a noise in the back of his throat.
With his mouth open, Steve couldnāt speak. Not until Eddie let him.
Dragging his thumb around the circle of his lips first, Eddie released his hold on Steveās words, slthough he kept his hand on his chin and Steveās eyes directly on him.
Steve worked his jaw, and gave a remark fitting the slight ache.
āAm I?ā
Eddie chuckled, his hand flexing on Steveās face. He gave a long lookover of Steveās current predicament. āYou donāt have much of a choice.ā
A hot flash of lust ran down his spine, and Steve shuddered, eyes fluttering shut. He flexed his wrists and his shoulders, and felt Eddie reach down to check the ties for himself, able to fit two fingers between the bandana and Steveās wrists.
Found safe and secure, Eddie dragged his nose up the side of Steveās face, lips grazing his ear.
āTell me, Steve. Donāt make this hard on yourself,ā he whispered.
Steve huffed a breath through his nose. āBest you got?ā
A low chuckle rumbled in Eddieās chest where it pressed against Steveās shoulder. He heard a soft flick from the direction of Eddieās free hand and then the soft press of an edge on the delicate skin where his shoulders met his neck.
Pocketknife, then.
A whine escaped him. And if he hadnāt been half-hard alreadyā¦now, he was straining at the zipper of his jeans.
āYou have such a pretty little outfit on. Bet you wanted to be doted on in it.ā Eddie mused, guiding the little knife down along Steveās collarbones where the open vee of Steveās shirt started with a little white button. āRun my hands over your chest, your stomach, your thighsā¦with this cool silk against your hot skin. Wanted me to make your cock leak in your panties.ā
That actually surprised him.
Eddie was dressed just like any other day, but Steveā¦Steve had dressed for the occasion in a pale silk shirt and navy blue jeans, complete underneath with the soft pink panties Eddie had bought him weeks ago.
Had he noticed they werenāt in their drawer?
Or had Steve shifted in the chair while Eddie was tying him up, and revealed a conspicuous flash of pink fabric?
āYeah, I know all about those, Steve.ā Eddieās lips brushed against the shell of his ear. āYou want to show them off for me, donāt you? Not get left waiting and wanting for a release.ā
Steve struggled through a few breaths to get his thoughts under control. Between his blood rushing down to his dick and Eddie slowly picking him apart, Steve could barely remember that he was supposed to avoid giving in right away.
āMaybe,ā he said, long and slow. Like he could actually go without if he tried.
āBe a shame if I had to ruin my babyās pretty outfit just because you wonāt tell me what I want to know.ā
āI donāt know what you want me to say, Eddie,ā Steve panted, his pounding heartbeat building in his ears.
āDonāt lie to me, baby.ā He pressed the knife against the first button, his voice trailing across Steveās cheek. āIāll give you one more chance. Just tell me, and I wonāt have to ruin your special clothes.ā
He could. It would be so easy. So simple.
And he knew it would so good if he did. Heās get what he wanted, what Eddie wanted, with just a few words. He could do something about his dick straining against his jeans, pleading to be touched and stroked and finished off. He might even convince Eddie to leave his rings on when he touched Steve.
All of it within his reach. And yetā¦
āNo.ā
Eddieās huffed breath sent a strand of Steveās hair onto the side of his cheek, ticking the skin.
āYouāre sure, Steve?ā he asked, voice in a whisper as though speaking too loud would break the scene. He eased the knife away from Steveās throat, even though it wasnāt real. Some plastic thing from Halloween.
Eddie had been buzzing since Steve brought it up. He always did, since he still had it in his head that Steve wasnāt supposed to be into the same kinds of things Eddie was. That Steve might finally book it at the wrong kinky suggestion.
And now he was all worried about tearing up Steveās clothes when that was the whole point.
To take this certain image of Steve that wasnāt half of who he really was anymore and ruining it. Stripping Steve bare and marking him in every way that meant he was Eddieās and not āThe Hairā or āKing Steve.ā
Steve had spent all of eighteen bucks at the thrift store on the whole set, even with the silk shirt missing a few buttons. Definitely worth the side-eye from the lady at the register who must have assumed Steve was cheaping out on a gift for a girlfriend.
She was probably better off not knowing the truth.
But Steve could tell Eddie as many times he needed that he wanted it as much as Eddie did. He turned his head toward Eddie, the only part of him he could move with his bindings, until their noses brushed.
āYeah, Eds. I promise,ā he said.
Eddie let out a soft, shaky breath, the both of them otherwise steady and still.
Then, Eddie pressed a kiss onto Steveās mouth and pulled away, taking a new spot in front of the chair. He still had the knife in his hand, but in quick succession flipped it closed and stuffed the whole thing into his back pocket.
Steve panted just watching him, and the air completely left his lungs when Eddie strode forward, fitting his hands to the two sides of the open vee of Steveās shirt and yanked.
Fabric ribbed and buttons popped off to hit Steve underneath his chin before tumbling to the carpet.
He didnāt know what exactly made Eddie as strong as he was. Deceptively lanky, but heād been able to pin Steve to the mattress several times and keep Steve right where he put him. The first time had been a fucking revelation and left Steve wanting Eddie to keep using that strength against him.
To take him apart.
His body burned so hot that the air of his bedroom was a cold shock on his skin, but Eddie didnāt bother to stop. He knelt in the space between Steveās forcibly splayed legs, running his hands over Steveās thighs until Steve whined softly and tried to buck his hips against the ropes.
Eddie lifted one hand away for long enough that Steve presumed he was reaching underneath the chair for whatever heād stashed there earlier.
There was the sound of a soft shick before Steve saw what was in Eddieās hand.
A pair of metal scissors, heavy-duty enough for denim. Eddie didnāt hold them up for Steve to see, simply fitting them to the bottom cuff of his left leg.
Steve let his head fall back and closed his eyes so he could imagine that the cool metal and bit of an edge against his skin was the knife.
āJust tell me, Steve.ā
He shook his head, his blood and his nerves thrumming so intensely Steve wondered if he might simply vibrate out of the chair.
āHave it your way,ā Eddie said, voice almost shuddering with poorly restrained excitement.
Steveās jeans were so old heād worn holes in the pockets, behind the knees, and where his thighs rubbed the fabric together. But that didnāt matter, when Eddie cut straight up the denim around his calves, before switching to his bare hands against to tear them further up to the inside of Steveās thighs/
He repeated the same process with the other leg, offering no reprieve whether or not Steve wanted to give the answer to his freedom.
Eddie tossed the scissors aside and then tested the give of the rope now around Steveās bare ankles. Steve still hadnāt let his head fall forward again, biting down on his lip so hard to keep from shifting too much while Eddie was cutting.
He nearly jumped when Eddie laid his hands on Steveās bared legs, trailing through the fine hairs the closer he drew toward Steveās cock, hard and leaking into the panties still underneath intact denim.
āSuch a shame with these,ā Eddie mused, folding up the loose fabric heād cut. āThey make your ass soā¦delectable. I just want to bite.ā
Steve realized too late, half out of his mind, and shouted his surprise toward the ceiling as Eddie fit his teeth to the thick, sensitive skin of Steveās thigh. With his teeth as sharp points, Eddie licked and sucked on the skin to the up and down of Steveās whines.
He released his grip with a sharp pop and what was surely a dark, prominent mark left behind.
āTell me the secret, Steve.ā
Steve groaned and flexed his legs hard enough the chair creaked under the strain. Heād nearly cum from Eddieās mouth on him, and had been saved because Eddie had decided to stop.
He still refused.
Eddie simply made a matching mark on Steveās other thigh, pressing his thigh into the other.
āEddie, Eddie, Eddie, please,ā he begged.
The pain eased on his skin, Eddieās lips brushing the tender, ruined as he replied, āYou know what I want, baby.ā
He kissed at the mark, sweet while Steve knew he was just waiting to be vicious again. The sight he might have madeāshirt in tatters on his shoulders, jeans cut open to the groin with purpling marks collecting whatever Eddieās mouth traveled.
And Eddieā¦even without Steveās hand in them, his curls would be wild around his face, his eyes so dark would be black instead of brown. And right between Steveās legs, all of Steve available to anything Eddie could possibly want to do for him.
Steve finally dropped his head and looked, just to be sure.
Yeah. Even better than heād imagined.
āFuck.ā
His voice was ragged and Eddie hadnāt even made Steve suck him off yet. But he couldnāt keep it up anymore.
He had to tell.
āI know who saw your DM notes.ā
Eddie paused, his lips hovering just above the muscle of Steveās thigh. He glanced up through his lashes, partially obscured by Steveās legs and his own curls. Steve held the gaze.
āWho?ā
Steve huffed and fought back his scowl. God, he just wanted to cum. āPlease, I already told youāā
āWho, Steve?ā Eddie repeated, fitting his hand to Steveās cock. Untouched until that moment, Eddieās secret weapon to forced Steve to give him what he wanted. He ground his palm against the straining buldge, giving the friction Steve had been gagging for. One, two, three strokesā¦
Then, he stopped.
Eddie didnāt even have to ask.
āMike,ā Steve blurted.
He expected Eddie to start back up again, to rub Steve off through his jeans and panties as a bit more punishment for holding out for so long. To make even more of a mess that was still a reward.
Steve should have known better.
āI knew they beat that boss way too easy.ā Eddie muttered to himself, removing his hand and rising to his feet. He ignored Steveās plaintive whine, but only to comb his fingers through Steveās hair and urge him to look up.
He hadnāt noticed until then that heād been near tears from it all.
āDid so good for me,ā Eddie said, leaning down for a kiss onto Steveās forehead.
Steve waited until Eddie had his fill and pulled away. āUntie me now?ā
He would have stayed that way if Eddie really wanted, but Steve had gone too long without touching Eddie. Without holding onto him tight enough to leave marks of his own.
āSure, baby,ā Eddie smiled and slid his fingers from Steveās hair. He moved to the back of the chain, starting on the ties on Steveās wrists, though not without a soft reminder whispered in his ear. āBut weāre not done, either.ā
Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Dustin Henderson, Hades (Hadestown), Persephone (Hadestown), Hermes (Hadestown)
Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson
Tags: Inspired by Hadestown, Hadestown Sequel AU, Orpheus!Steve Harrington, Musician Eddie Munson, Strangers to Lovers, Protective Steve Harrington, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Anal Sex, Counter Sex, Hand Jobs, Musical References, making the same mistake but in a different font, Bittersweet Ending,
Summary:
Itās an old story.
Where the son of a muse, Orpheus, loved and lost a human girl named Eurydice to the Underworld. And to get her back, all he had to do was lead her out without turning to see that she followed. He failed.
Steve, long ago, was Orpheus. He knows Eddie Munson, a young boy with nothing but dreams to sustain him, is not Eurydice. But it has been a long time since being in love, and he knows now the mistakes not to make. He wonāt put Eddie in the same tragedy that haunts Steveās past.
Okay, so, I was on Reddit and there was this discourse of fanfic v. published work, and how the lines are beginning to blur more and more, particularly among readers, and how dangerous this is for fandom spaces because fanfic is not designed for the same sort of engagement one has with a published work. They look similar and feel similar, but equating them can be devastating for fanfic writers, particularly if people start reviewing and critiquing fanworks the same way they do published works.
The comparison on that subredditāwhich I had never encountered but might well have been around forever and new to no one but me because sometimes I do live in a caveāwas that fanfic is like a potluck. And I love that because it's 100% accurate.
At a potluck, you make something for people to enjoy out of love. Itās really shitty to go to a potluck, then walk up to someone who made what you believe is a subpar casserole and start in like youāre a food critic. Youāre missing the point of the potluck. And youāre kind of a dick.
In a restaurant, the rules are different, just like in the publishing industry. You select a restaurant, you pay for a meal, and if the meal isnāt to your liking, you can leave the restaurant a review on Google or Yelp or the platform of your choice (assuming you didnāt just throw a tantrum in the restaurant itself, but thatās another discussion). And sure, YMMV from other dinersā experiences, but even if everyone loves this restaurant and you donāt, itās perfectly acceptable to leave a subpar review listing the reasons why it didnāt meet your standards. Itās fodder for future diners to consider at this point, less for the restaurant itself. The way book reviews are meant to be for readers, not the author. The author will see it, they might get annoyed, but unless they want their career to go up in smoke, they wonāt respond. Just like restaurant owners who go nuclear on bad reviews, word spreads when someone canāt take criticism.
And no, itās still not cool to critique someoneās potluck dish even if that person is a professional chef. They still elected to invest their time, talent, and creativity to bring that dish to the potluck and are getting nothing out of it but the satisfaction of their dish being enjoyed. The potluck should be a safe space for everyoneāthe chef knows to expect unsatisfied customers at work; when theyāre at play, when theyāre relaxed and enjoying something with a chosen community, itās really shitty to start acting like a customer in the restaurant. You donāt have to love what they brought but keep it to yourself and go try something else.
As a published author, it bothers me a lot more when people invade my fanfic space to be critical than it does any of the 20+ works I have for sale on Amazon and other vendors, and this is why. Fanfic is more personal because itās unpaid labor created out of love and a desire for community. Itās not a commodity, and treating it like that is how you murder joy and, for some creators, sometimes the drive to ever create again.
written for āexperimentā | wc: 398 | rated: m | cw: no archive warnings apply | tags: established relationship, steveās kink for eddieās rings, eddieās a menace, minor sexual content
@steddiemicrofic
Eddieās certain.
Heād seen how Steve stares at themāa particular moment when heād noticed Steve from the corner of his eyes, gaze caught on Eddie absentmindedly twirling unruly curls on a ringed finger.
Okayā¦sixy-seven percent certain.
Steve had a thing for his rings.
Call it an experiment.
He starts easy, testing if thereās a difference between when Eddie touches Steve with and without his rings on. For best results, he does so when he has Steve in his bed, shirt off and plenty of skin to work with.
Mixed results.
Sue him for getting distracted by a half-naked Steve Harrington.
His next attempt removes a few variables from the equation. Focuses instead on Steveās attention.
Eddie leaves his rings off one day when itās only him and Steve, lest someone else point out their absence.
It takes, maybe, ten minutes before Steveās brows furrow and he asks Eddie where his rings are.
Eddie nearly bites through his lip restraining his smile when he says he must have forgotten them.
For his last testā¦he wants Steve to admit it.
And when he has Steve pinned against the wall, lips swollen pink and panting, Eddie makes his move. Heās not quite ambidextrous, but heās not too shabby using his ringed left hand forā¦certain activities.
Steve doesnāt notice that Eddieās dipped his left hand down the front of his boxersānot until the colder metal of the rings touches the blood-hot skin of his dick.
āEdā¦Eds, yourā¦ā he gasps, eyes snapping open.
Eddie meets his gaze, teasing with his fingertips. āYou really want them off?ā
āIāā
Steveās brows twitch, questioning, and Eddie gives him a hail mary.
āI donāt think you do. Huh, baby?ā Eddie hums softly, and leans in just shy of a kiss. He slowly wraps his hand around Steve, rings and all.
āNo,ā Steve whines.
āYou like them?ā
Steve nods, but Eddie hasnāt done all this hard work just for a little nod. He strokes down the length in his hand, slow, so Steve can feel every ring on every finger. He clutches onto Eddieās shoulders, giving a low moan.
āSay it, baby,ā Eddie whispers, and stops his hand. The implication hangs between them.
And Steve canāt stand it, the words bursting from him with pure relief at the end when Eddie goes back to touching him the way he wants.
āYes, Eddie. I fucking like your rings. Fuck.ā
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Reset by Eggplant_Crusader | Wenclair | T | fluff, miscommunication, w/ podfic
Share and Share Alike by Anonymous | Geraskier + Jaskier/Witchers | winter at kaer morhen, many many kinks, switch geralt, switch jaskier, group sex
genius loci by Ayes, itskleo | Steddie | E | post-season 4, 90s au, steve harrington gets stuck in the upside down and returns, switching timelines, witch steve harrington, rock star eddie munson, slow burn
To the Victor by Anonymous | Eskel/Vesemir | M | pwp oneshot, winning a challenge and getting the best sex
Share and Share Alike - Am I The Asshole? by Anonymous | Geraskier | modern au retelling of Share and Share Alike, as a reddit thread AITA?
A Hundred Times Before by megreads99 | Drarry | post canon au, established relationship, married drarry, amnesia, angst and fluff and smut
help me become somebody else by HairMetal666 | modern au, college au, frat boy steve, dom eddie, bratty steve, steve stumbles into bdsm and likes it a lot
Making Headlines by maydei | Hannigram | E | precanon divergence au, generfluid journalist-student will, surgeon hannibal, fake relationship to real relationship, psychological drama, age difference, feral behavior
Nine to Five by narrativeimperative | abo au, lawyer au, alpha dean, omega cas, emotional hurt/comfort, cas has to learn to trust in himself and dean while being
The Succubus and the Wolf by WeAliveApparently | Geraskier | NR | hurt/comfort, angst, murder mystery, emotionally constipated witchers
Hearts and Crafts by seasonaldecwhore | Joann Fabrics/Michaels | enemies to lovers, slow burn, personified stores
Accidentally Absconding With An Impulsive Idiot by RurouniHime | Steddie | road trip au, enemies to friends to lovers, emotional hurt/comfort, fluff and angst, "the existential horror of being trapped in a vehicle with the same person for weeks"
3(2+1) by sneezycoffin | Billy/Steve/Eddie | E | house party threesome, mean dom eddie, brat sub billy, switch steve, established billy/eddie, share weed and then invite the straight boy for a threesome, as you do
living after midnight | loving 'til the dawn by Potrix | Billy/Steve/Eddie | E | post-canon, friends to lovers, 5+1 things, established relationship, baby bisexual steve, pining steve who doesn't know he's pining
How wonderful life is (now you're in my world) by NeonDomino | Wolfstar | M | medieval fantasy au, fae remus, human sirius, misunderstandings, seduction, first time
Thereās a bottle on his neck and a boy pressed against him.
Steve should be terrified. Heās shoved higher up the wall heās pinned to, the boyās eyes wild beneath his tangled mess of hair, his breath all rasp and spit and fear.
The bottle presses closer, harder, almost enough to break skin.
Steve knows it wonāt, though, because this isnāt the first time heās been here.
Or, Steve keeps finding himself back in the boathouse where everything started, wrapped up in the arms of a boy who canāt stop dying. Saving him means ending his torment, and it also means falling in love.
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Square Completed: Inspired by Another Fanwork
Love, Magic and Arson
E | oneshot | 4K | Merthur
Arthur finds his manservant gone.
When he learns that Merlinās been kidnapped and put up for auction, nothing will stop him from getting him back.
But what if Merlin didnāt even know he was missing?
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Square Completed: New Author
The Succubus and the Wolf
NR | 6/? chapters | 6.3K | Geraskier
A new contract finds Jaskier and Geralt in a wayward village where Jaskier finds a toy of an otherwise mostly forgotten childhood icon, and Geralt is brought to wonder of his own childhood. Not everything, however, is as innocent and simple as it seems.
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Square Completed: Fan Art
genius loci
E | 12/12 chapters | 90K | Steddie
Itās 1986, and Steve falls in love with a boy who is leaving.
Itās 1990, and Eddie comes back home.
Steve spends a month alone in the Upside Down and comes back changed. Heās quieter and all he wants is to tend to the land with his new powers⦠and to tend to Eddie, if heāll let him. [Description by tolkeintrash. Alternating POV and timelines, (mostly) canon-compliant, includes tarot-inspired art and recipes.]
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Square Completed: Unfinished
Let me be me (just in your arms)
E | 5/? | 31K | Levi/Erwin/Eren
Bills don't pay themselves and pride doesn't mean much when compared with survival. Spend enough time selling the important parts of yourself and you tell yourself it doesn't hurt anymore- but, oh, it does.
You know better, when they ask you for your company and you don't tell them your flesh has a price tag. You know better, but you don't say a word, because for once, you want to feel wanted for a choice you made on your own.
(You get what you pay for, but the best things in life are free, isn't that how the saying goes?)
Or, the one where Eren sells himself as an escort until he lets a pair of married men take him home.