#bottom eddie

Steve snorts from his position on the floor, cigarette between his fingers as he watches Eddie dangle headfirst off of Steve's bed.

"Such a whiner," Steve rolled his eyes and then casually held the cigarette out to Eddie without moving too much.

Eddie, who was currently watching him from a somewhat upside down angle, glared at him, but still took a hold of the cigarette nonetheless.

"Not a whiner, I just don't like to be turned into cooked chicken when hanging out, is all," Eddie took a drag, puffing smoke around the room.

"You're more of a turkey," Steve grinned, watching Eddie's lips close around the cigarette.

"Oh yeah?" Eddie tilted his head to meet Steve's hazel eyes, "why?"

"All gangly and stuff," Steve chuckled, reaching for the cigarette, but Eddie moved it away. "Gangly?!"

Steve watched Eddie's upside down head, smirking. "Yeah,"

"Dude, that's like, so fucking rude,"

Eddie began to laugh, watching Steve as he too, started too chuckle. "Here, butthead," Eddie held the cigarette out to him, his long fingers incredibly distracting for Steve.

"Hm," Steve grinned to himself, leaning down and catching the cigarette with his lips, brushing Eddie's fingers, "thanks Munson,"

Eddie's cheeks explode in a lovely shade of pink, his breath hitching so much that he started to choke and quickly sits up straight on the bed, punching his chest.

"Jesus Christ!" he squeaked, his eyes wide as he stared at Steve, whom was now on the floor again, his shirt lifted so his stomach was showing a bit, making Eddie feel like a Victorian man seeing ankle for the first time.

"Something wrong?" Steve kept his eyes locked on Eddie's, his lips closing around the cigarette.

"No..." Eddie whispered, "nothing wrong at all," he crawled across the bed, carefully sliding off and kneeling above Steve, hands beside the other man's head.

Steve's eyes were daring him to kiss him, Eddie could practically read the kiss me signs and it made him tremble.

"Do it," Steve finally spoke up after a long silent pause; his free hand tugging Eddie's shirt, "do it,"

Eddie let out a strangled noise, diving downward and capturing Steve's lips, tasting the smoke and mint from the sweets Steve had had earlier.

Steve moaned slightly, making sure to keep the cigarette from falling on to the carpet.

When Eddie pulled away, he hovered near Steve's face, a smile on his face.

"Am I still a turkey?" he asked with all the seriousness of a pineapple.

Steve grinned, licking his own lips, enjoying the fact he could still taste Eddie on them.

"A sexy turkey," he snorted, stubbing the cigarette out before wrapping his arms around a laughing Eddie, lips hungrily finding him.

"And people think I'm the freak," Eddie let out a startled noise as he was effortlessly flipped onto his back, Steve pinning him down with a smirk, looking so devastatingly attractive that Eddie was certain he was a Siren sent by an Eldritch horror.

"Are you suggesting that you don't like the way I talk?"

"Dude, I'm just annoyed you called me a Sexy Turkey,"

Steve hummed, kissing Eddie slowly, his large hand touching the side of his face.

"So you don't want the benefits that come with that compliment?" he mumbled against Eddie's lips, causing the man beneath him to whine.

"I-I didn't say that!" he tried to protest and as soon as Steve went to move, he panicked and wrapped his legs around Steve's waist, bright red in the face, "shut up! I don't wanna hear how red I am, shut up!"

Hm. Imagine if one day they both treat you kind of mean, and as a punishment you make them use a vibrator for the entirety of their shifts.

At first you decide not to be cruel. It stays at a low setting, enough to be felt deep inside them but not to be torturous. Despite that, the fact that you're making them do that is already making so the small vibrations get them going way more than they should.

To compensate, Volt becomes a bit more chatty. If he distracts himself it won't be as obvious when he suddenly stops to gather his bearings, trying for the outline of his hard cock not to be extremely noticeable. He sighs from time to time, expression change so small most people cannot recognize it.

Eddie is quiet. He responses in hums, or shaking his head. He doesn't trust his voice to sound proper or not to break. He's not that used to anything being inside, so it just feels extremely apparent. The low vibrations makes his insides warm, his legs weak and a small heat grow inside his stomach.

You turn it to the highest sensitivity all of nowhere and Volt's face flushes bright red. He's a showman, so he is able to catch himself before doing any loud lewd noises. He immediately excuses himself, and just slides down a nearby wall where nobody can see him. He does all sorts of noises while on the floor, grabbing his stomach strongly and almost tearing up. He rubs himself hard through his pants but it seems to do the opposite as he becomes too sensitive and starts just shifting and whining in pain.

Eddie almost collapses to the floor, legs that were weak completely give out and he has to grab himself strongly against the bar not to just fall to the floor. He can feel the violent trembling of his legs, and he seriously tries to ground himself by breathing. Every time he does he lets out pathetic small, high pitched whimpers and whines. He says he needs a bit of time and is able to somehow get his legs to work into the closet where they keep all the alcohol. He slouches down body just trembling and twitching. His legs move erratically side to side as he presses down on his stomach, feeling a slight bump there. Through his clothes he is able to press the vibrator even deeper. The feeling becomes too much, and unlike Volt he comes hard, almost screaming. He is able to bite his hand however, muffling his voice. Well... most of it.

Volt has the strenght enough to tell the patrons to leave. It's not even close to the end of the show, but he cannot properly do his job and he feels deep inside that Eddie is not holding up.

Eddie sees Volt approaching him, stumbling while grabbing his stomach, face tired and full of lust. Eddie can't even move, he tries to prop himself up with his arms but even those feel weak. He just twitches and closing and opening his legs, not sure of which position is less of a torture. Even when the vibrator turns down to a lower degree, they can't help but too grind on the other with desperation.

Pants are off, Volt grabs both of their cocks and just strokes without a rhythm. Eddie is loud, he's not usually like that which just makes Volt even more worked up. You do catch them, and the moment they lock eyes with your judging stare they both cum, they don't meant to, but they do.

"Well. Didn't tell you to that, did I?"

Eddie is not even able to get words out, Volt's voice is whiny and tired.

"Y-you are mean-- ah no- nghhh ah! - L-livewire please --"

You laugh. They can see the strain in your pants, obviously pleased by the way they're just completely out of it.

buddie // get together // body worship // service top buck // mature // 18k

“Why were you giving him your number?” Buck says when they get back in the car. Eddie swallows. Maybe he should just say something, just admit whatever’s going on. He hears it in his own head, and it sounds ridiculous. Buck would probably insist he get a head CT. Maybe that’s not such a bad idea. “I didn’t wanna be rude.” “But you didn’t want him to have it, right?” Buck asks. “You’re not… into guys, are you?” “I’m…” Eddie blinks at his lap a little too hard. “I don’t know. I wasn’t into that guy.” “Oh,” Buck says, like there’s more. “Good.” The air between them goes thick, too heavy, and Eddie tries to find it in him to tell Buck he had no right to do that. To ask what if he had wanted the guy’s number, but instead, he just says, “We’re late.” Eddie’s still processing when they get to work. Processing that he let his best friend cuddle him to sleep last night, processing that he might be cursed to obey everything anyone tells him, and processing that Buck looked ready to punch a guy for hitting on Eddie. Not necessarily in that order.

OR

Eddie gets the Ella Enchanted treatment.

Day 5 Prompt - Accidental Mating - Hellcheer - 1.2k

Scratch that itch

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It was only supposed to be a quick fuck, just to scratch the itch. Chrissy hadn’t hooked up with anyone in months. She was a healthy omega with needs and she was going to get them met. 

Chrissy dressed in high waisted light denim jeans that could have been sprayed on and a t-shirt she’d cropped short and cut the neckline. She felt cute as she bounced around in kitten heals in front of the mirror. Perfect 

There were a decent amount of people at the club, the dance floor was filling up as she ordered her first drink. She didn’t bother to linger by the bar, she scoped out the options while dancing through the groups of people. It wasn’t until her second drink - and her self imposed limit - that she saw him.

Their eyes lingered long enough to entice the alpha to walk over. She admired his body, slim and toned, long limbs, dark hair tied up. He was exactly her type, a bad boy vibe and looking like trouble. The fun kind.

“Well aren’t you a pretty sight,” the alpha said, holding out his wrist in the intimate and old fashioned greeting.