if you want to use me, i could be your puppet

for @subeddieweek day four with the prompt edging

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Eddie didn’t think this through.

Running from Steve’s bedroom, naked, meant he would have to find a hiding place.

He did not want to have to deal with this right now.

He didn’t need Steve seeing the way Eddie’s feelings would no doubt show on his face, how he’d be quick to brush off Steve’s apology.

How quickly he’d agree to continuing what they’re doing so he had something rather than nothing at all.

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When Eddie lunged at him for his teasing, Steve let the momentum land him on his back with Eddie on top, pinning him to the floor.

For all Steve knew, it was just a mock wrestling match, innocent and harmless.

But Eddie’s unexpected strength left him thinking. About what, he couldn't figure out yet.

The only thing worse than having to get braces put on as an adult is presenting as an omega on the exact same day— both far later than is typical.

It results in utter chaos.

At least, that’s how Steve felt about the whole ordeal.

Robin had been kind enough to stick around for his long appointment so she could make sure he had everything he needed afterwards.

Ice pack, pain killers, mouthwash. All the essentials.

They were prepared.

Just… not for a sudden presentation heat to start on the way home.

- nsfw, manhandling, coming in pants

One thing Eddie wasn’t expecting when he started dating Steve is just how playful he is.

Seriously, of all the things people say about Steve Harrington, it goes really understated. Eddie asked Nancy about it to see if Steve’s always been like this or if it’s just Eddie that brings out this side of him. But even when they were together, Steve was throwing Nancy into pools and twirling her around in the hallways. 

It’s different with Eddie though, of course, because Steve’s not as worried about hurting or crushing him. So Eddie’s getting thoroughly manhandled on a daily basis and, well, he loves it.

All he has to do is snatch the remote from Steve or flick him on the ear or say something a little mouthy and he gets wrestled to the ground with the man of his dreams on top of him. Eddie obviously fucking loves it.

He just didn’t realize how much. 

And right now is the worst time for him to find out.

Hot for Teacher(s) 9

Part 8 / AO3 Link

Eddie felt like he blacked out. One moment he was on stage, playing his heart out, the next, Steve was leading him by the hand back to his car. Eddie had come to the venue with one of his bandmates, instruments in the back. When they got to Steve’s car, the keys were put in his hand.

“Your place”, Steve said, going around to the passenger side.

Eddie nodded hurriedly and in a rush of movements, they were off. He worried for a split second about the state of his apartment but those thoughts were pushed out when he felt Steve’s hand on his thigh. In the close space of the car, Eddie could smell him so deeply. He took a deep breath. 

“You looked great up there”, Steve said. “Have you been playing long?”

“Since I was a kid”, Eddie answered, wishing with all his might that they could get a red light just so he could look at Steve at least once. It had been only a few minutes but even that was too long. “My mom put a guitar in my hand and it was like…nothing was ever the same.”

“A natural.” Steve started to stroke his thigh. 

They came to an apartment complex and Eddie led the way up to the third floor. They got to his place and he paused as he unlocked the door. He turned to Steve with a sheepish expression.

“Gimme just one minute.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Eddie, I live with a child. A little untidiness isn’t going to turn me off.”

“I’d rather not welcome comparisons to a kid”, Eddie said.

eddie's laying in bed one night, his nose tucked into a paperback, when steve walks into the bedroom from their ensuite. eddie looks up from his book to say something as steve circles the bed to his side, but the words die on his lips as he takes in the sight of his boyfriend, slackjawed and wide eyed, his brain oozing out of his ears.

"shut my mouth, slap your grandma."

steve crinkles his nose, stopping in front of the bed. "excuse me?"

eddie can't take his eyes off the image in front of him. steve's chosen sleepwear for the night is the shortest pair of basketball shorts eddie's ever seen. more importantly, he can't stop staring at the absolute dump truck the tiny shorts barely contain.

"stevie. baby. are you tryin' to send me to an early grave? good lord."

steve snorts and lifts the covers to get into bed. eddie blinks and tosses his book onto the nightstand, sending his phone and glasses to the floor, and pounces on him, effectively pinning steve on his front. steve only hums and wiggles to make himself more comfortable.

"you're ridiculous," he says, looking at eddie over his shoulder, a smile playing on his lips. "they're just sleep shorts."

"am not." eddie sits up on the backs of his thighs. "prettiest ass in all of hawkins and you're out here hiding it." he smacks steve's ass playfully and gulps as it jiggles under the fabric. steve shivers and lets out a soft grunt, nuzzling his nose into his pillow. "it's a national treasure and should be treated as such, sugar."

steve rolls his eyes but pushes back against him the best he can. "oh really? and what did you have in mind?"

it's been a while since eddie's last prayed but he's willing to get on his knees and thank whatever god that's decided to absolve him of all his past sins and offer him steve harrington on a silver fucking platter. he takes a deep breath and leans down to nuzzle behind steve's ear, making his boy giggle and hunch his shoulder at the ticklish feeling.

"i've got some ideas," he murmurs.

his fingers dip under the hem of the shorts, teasing the sparse hair there, moving up until he's properly groping him now. steve groans and pushes back into his touch, burying his face in his arms.

eddie tugs the shorts down, exposing his ass fully. he spanks him again, steve whimpering and his cheeks turning red. "i'll show you, but only if you can be good." he kisses him softly underneath his ear, his voice low and breath hot. "can you do that for me, baby?"

he smirks as steve nods eagerly.

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Fic Summary:

Go read it. Like, right now. 10/10 Anon ate and left no crumbs.

I was just reminded of this & am mortified I forgot to come back to it and reblog when I came off anon!! The knee pinning the elbow… the red eyes… oof. Wow.

No Mercy [Loki x Female Reader]

A Link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: Loki interrogates you....sexually. Warnings. 18+ Minors DNI. Smut. Ceremonial erotica. Fun & Games. Soft! Dom Loki. Established relationship. Light bondage. Denial. (w/c 1.8k)

“Do you plead mercy, little one?” Loki’s voice is terrifyingly calm. If it weren’t for the violently hard erection pressed against his thigh beneath those tight, slutty trousers you might actually believe you were in danger. Deny me, you’d challenged him. Make me break. And he has. And he’s close.

Steve agrees to play npc parts for Eddie's big one shot that he's been planning forever, but only if Eddie will play basketball with him. So they meet Lucas and Max at the court in the park and Eddie will not shut up about everything.

It's hot, his shorts are rubbing his legs weird, the sun's too bright. Just in general being as annoying as possible. It doesn't bother Steve even a little, he's too busy being smug about getting Eddie into basketball shorts at all. Sure he was still wearing a band shirt, but the shorts were a win.

It starts pretty normal, Max is absolutely ripping them apart verbally and it's working weirdly well to balance out her actual basketball skills, which are nothing to write home about. Eddie whines everytime hes got to run up or down the court, but he does ok at controlling the ball and manages to catch it when Steve throws it to him.

Steve's being blocked by Lucas who's the same height now, and Max is running for Eddie and the ball. Steve's yelling at him to throw it, just aim for the net, and he does. He sinks it, the ball barely touches the rim. He shouts in victory and runs to Steve for a congratulatory kiss, losing the ball to Max, completely worth it.

Over the course of the next few minutes he sinks two more. Steve calls for a pause in the game and simply hands Eddie the ball and tells him to shoot. Another basket. He moves him farther back and Eddie makes it again. Eventually he's standing at the free throw line having scored 7 consecutive baskets and he looks at Steve in wonder and says

"hey, I think I'm good at this?"

Max and Lucas are losing their minds, Lucas is somewhere behind him saying "of course he's good at this." Over and over again.

Steve can't decide if he's more frustrated or charmed, but what he says is "what the fuck, we could have won the championship if you hadn't been a nerd."

Knocking Me Out With Those American Thighs

For @astrangersummer prompt 'short shorts'

Pairing: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson (pre-relationship)

Rating: Teen (swearing)

W/C - 848

Tags: Post Season 4 Volume 2, Eddie Munson Lives, Eddie Munson has a crush on Steve Harrington, flirting, Steve Harrington wears short shorts, summer, pool party, sun bathing, water balloons, Steve Harrington's thighs, Eddie Munson is suffering

Summary: Steve sunbathes in the tiniest shorts Hawkins has ever seen. Eddie tries and fails to keep his cool.

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Eddie was suffering.

Not just from the heat of the midday sun baking him alive, or from the way his hair was practically glued to his sweat-slick neck.

No, the worst of his suffering was caused by Steve Harrington’s thighs.

They were going to kill him.

@inklessletter and her beautiful Steve Harrington art (<- click here) inspired me to write this and- yeah. Enjoy, i guess 😇

wc: 3421 | rated: M | tags: Steve Harrington has a crush on Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson is a Menace on stage, Corroded Coffin Concert, background Jeff (Stranger Things), Drinking, Making Out, Eventual Smut, Friends to Lovers | also on AO3

Steve wakes up slowly, body sluggish and mind still hazy from the night before. His head pounds, a well-deserved headache thrumming in his temples from too much beer and music so loud he could feel it resonating in his bones.

It was the first time he got to watch Corroded Coffin play, the first time he got to see Eddie on stage. Eddie had invited him himself, told him he’d be happy to have him there, even gave him one of his Hellfire shirts to wear so he wouldn’t feel too out of place with what his own wardrobe had to offer.

Watching him play his guitar with so much passion and singing his heart out to the small but ecstatic crowd was truly something to witness. Eddie in his element, giving it his all as if he was standing in front of a sold-out arena instead of some trashy dive bar just outside Indy.

Steve had never seen him like this before, so happy, free, so alive.

But that wasn’t what made it impossible for Steve to take his eyes off him. It was the fact that Eddie was standing there dressed in the tightest, most revealing leather pants he’s ever seen. Chest bare, showing off his tattoos and the silver studs adorning his nipples, with black liner enhancing the dark brown of Eddie’s eyes.

He was beautiful like that, illuminated by the red and blue stage lights, so comfortable in his own skin as he strutted the small stage. Steve couldn’t look away.

But the moment Steve snapped was when Eddie walked over to Jeff mid-song, dropping to his knees as they both kept strumming their instruments, putting on an almost pornographic show when he moved his hips like he was dry-humping Jeff’s boot. And then he bucked up, tilting his head back, looking up at his band mate with hungry eyes before Jeff leaned down and kissed him.

Not just a peck on the lips – it was wet and dirty, tongue and all, and it went on for what felt like an eternity.

It was in that moment Steve felt something inside him crack, like something turning and twisting in his gut because shit, watching Eddie and Jeff eat each other’s faces shouldn’t be so hot, should have been appalling concerning their surroundings and not have him go week in the knees and nearly let out a pained whine because he was-

He was jealous, okay? Jealous it wasn’t his tongue licking inside Eddie’s mouth. Not his hand digging harshly into Eddie’s hair to pull him closer.

Steve felt like he was possessed and he tried to blame it on the alcohol but the feeling wouldn’t subside, would only grow stronger the longer he watched Eddie crawl over the floor, rut against Jeff’s leg and move his hips... Steve’s eyes hooked on beads of sweat glistening in the colourful light, wondering what it would taste like to lick them off him. What it would taste to kiss him.

me going to bed tonight

me going to bed tonight

Popular boy steve trying to buy weed from Eddie and Eddie just flat out telling him no. And Steve assumes it’s because he thinks Steve is innocent or that he needs to protect Steve (Steve has a little bit of an unintentional ego) but in reality, Eddie just stares at the golden boy and goes “Fine, you can buy it. If you blow me.”

Steve thinks it’s a joke because like…sorry what the fuck? He isn’t gay. He isn’t even bi. He tells Eddie just as much and Eddie shrugs like he doesn’t care and goes to leave and Steve kind of maybe just really wanted that weed for a little stress relief. So he calls Eddie back, all grumpy and pissed off. He makes an awful, terrible, no good decision on the spot.

“You can, like- you can rub it on my face.”

And Eddie stares at Steve with these raised brows, this amused look that drives Steve insane.

So Steve panics and elaborates.

“Like- you can like, jerk off on my face. Or whatever. But that’s it. I don’t want it in my mouth.”

Eddie laughs right in his face and Steve stomps away, even more pissed. Only to approach Eddie again days later in the woods. Eddie asks if the offer still stands and Steve chews on his tongue and shrugs.

He ends up with his knees in the dirt, cringing and wincing as Eddie Munson rubs his frankly stupidly big dick over his lips and chin and cheeks and even his fucking eyelids. It’s embarrassing and stupid and not- Steve doesn’t even like it. He doesn’t.

Eddie gives Steve his weed at a discount.

Steve finds Eddie a week later, more than willing to offer more this time. Eddie can cum on his tongue. But nothing more, never more. It doesn’t last long at all.