#although eddie IS kind of a professional when it comes to steve

[steddieas-shegoes]

Hi! This may be a dumb idea, so feel free to ignore it.

I am a firm believer that Steve would have a flinch response of some kind to the word bullshit because of Nancy and would love to see him work through it? And all I can think of is the card game? So if someone (Eddie) had noticed his reactions to the word and tried to help him through it by having the gang play the game that would be cool? Especially if Eddie noticed pre-relationship, helps Steve through it, Steve figured out what he was doing, and by the end they’re together?

Once again, if this idea is dumb you can ignore it, I won’t be offended!

:)

THANK YOU FOR THIS!!! I kind of changed it up a bit because I didn't really think Steve would be super comfortable with everyone being involved because none of those kids know how to just let shit go and he wouldn't want them to look at or treat Nancy any differently. I did have to google the game because it's been a solid 10 years since I've played and I was probably not sober when I did 😂 Hope you like what I did here and will send more requests if you haven't already! - Mickala ❤️

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He’d gotten over it. He told himself he was over it. He convinced himself he was over it.

But he heard Nancy tell Mike it was bullshit that she always had to cover for him with their parents when he stayed out past curfew, and it was like she was spitting it in his face instead.

He visibly recoiled, the air in his lungs suddenly rushing out of his nose.

Nobody noticed, but it took him a minute to catch his breath, to focus back on the fact that Nancy wasn’t talking to him, wasn’t calling him bullshit.

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But then bullshit became Dustin’s favorite word and Steve didn’t know what to do about it.

He jokingly started saying “language” every time he said it, but Dustin was a stubborn kid, and Steve was too in his head to actually commit to getting him to stop.

He threw it around like it was nothing, and to him, it was nothing. He hadn’t had someone he loved call him bullshit.

He started to find reasons to avoid giving him rides. He would pick up extra shifts, pretend he fell asleep early, say he had a migraine. It all worked.

But he didn’t notice how Eddie started to get suspicious that he was now Dustin’s ride to everything, that Dustin was starting to worry that he’d done something to upset Steve, that Steve was ignoring everyone.

Eddie knew he had to talk to Steve alone, maybe get high with him so his defenses were down a bit, and find out what the hell was going on.

But Steve was good at this, avoiding people.

He was never completely alone at work, always a coworker or customer keeping him too busy to talk. He never answered his house phone anymore, and even though they all knew he was listening for the radio, he ignored that too. Eddie tried just showing up at his house at random times when he knew he wasn’t working, but he either wasn’t home or was doing a great job of pretending to be asleep.

Until he got lucky and caught him as he was walking out the door one morning, probably not expecting anyone to be awake this early and standing in his driveway.

Steve startled, but pasted on that fake smile that Eddie hated.

“Hey, Eds. Didn’t know you were stopping by. Everything okay?”

“I dunno, Stevie. Is everything good?”

Steve gulped.

“Everything’s fine.”

“That’s good. I just figured I’d check since you practically went invisible on us for the last three weeks. Dustin’s considered sending Hopper for a wellness check.”

“Oh. I’m fine. Just busy, ya know?”

Eddie searched his face, already knowing he was lying.

“That’s bullshit, Steve.”

He watched as Steve curled into himself, probably not even realizing he was doing it, and confirming at least some of Eddie’s suspicions.

“What’s going on with you?”

Eddie wasn’t leaving until he had answers and he certainly wasn’t about to let Steve hide away.

The kids missed him, Robin missed him, Eddie missed him.

Steve looked like he was fighting back tears when he looked back up at Eddie.

“I’m sorry I’m bullshit, it’s all bullshit, and I can’t make it better, make me better.”

“What? Stevie, you’re not making any sense.”

“I keep messing everything up. Even when I try to be better, to be good, it doesn’t fucking matter because I’m still bullshit..”

And now he was crying.

Shit. What the hell?

Eddie didn’t waste any time, stepping into Steve’s space and wrapping his arms around him, pulling him into his chest and making sure he had a safe place to cry.

He got the idea that Steve had probably never had a safe place to cry before.

He slowly walked them back into the house, frowning further when he realized the front door wasn’t even locked. Was Steve actually leaving his house unlocked? After everything they’d been through, he guessed maybe a regular old robber was the least of his worries, but still.

He managed to get to the couch in the living room, slowly sitting down and pulling Steve down next to him.

Steve wasn’t crying anymore, or at least he was being much quieter, his tears soaking the shoulder of Eddie’s shirt so much it was hard to tell if more was being added.

“Stevie? You’re not bullshit.” He felt Steve flinch against him, but continued. “I’m not sure who told you that you were, but you can’t let that control you so much. You’re the best guy I’ve ever met besides Wayne and I’m still thinking he’s just the Patron Saint of Patience.”

Steve let out a small snort of laughter and Eddie considered that a win.

But his brain was still going 90 miles a minute, thoughts running laps in his head as he thought about something Robin told him a few months ago.

She didn’t tell him any details, would never betray Steve’s trust like that, but she’d mentioned that any chance of Steve getting back with Nancy had been left in the bathroom of Tina’s party.

Eddie, despite what most people thought, was pretty intelligent. He could usually connect dots even when the lines between were spiraling to other dots as a distraction.

So this particular line between what Robin said, and what Steve was saying now about how he was bullshit, suddenly connected in his mind.

“Did Nancy say that to you?”

Steve pulled away, face suddenly blank.

“It wouldn’t matter who said it if they’re right.”

“I can’t believe I thought you were still in love with her this whole time.”

“What? No. I haven’t been in love with her in years.”

“Why are you even still friends? She really said that to you?”

“We’ve moved on. We were both going through a lot and she didn’t mean it.”

“I hate to say it, Stevie, but it doesn’t seem like you’ve moved on at all.”

“What do you mean?”

Eddie watched as Steve tried to work it out on his own. Eddie loved the face he made when he was confused. He loved every face Steve made.

Snap out of it, Munson.

“Well, if hearing it in passing upsets you so much that you avoid your entire family for weeks, you aren’t over it.”

He let that sink in, watching as Steve’s face went through all the stages of grief in less than a minute.

“I’m not avoiding everyone.”

“Steve, you are. And I’m sure everyone will understand if you just explain.”

“I’m not doing that.”

“Okay, then you can just say you had a busy few weeks and now you’re not.”

“Dustin says it a lot.”

“Says what?”

Eddie knew, but he needed Steve to say it. He needed him to stop associating that word with himself.

“Why are you gonna make me say it?”

“Because you need to stop thinking it’s an adjective that describes you. You’re the farthest thing from bullshit.”

Steve flinched again, but recovered quickly.

How long had this been happening that no one noticed? How long had Eddie not noticed?

“Alright! I have an idea.” Eddie got up and went to the closet in the hall that held all the stuff for when the kids came over. Movies, tapes and records, extra blankets and pillows, changes of clothes, books, school supplies, cards. Eddie grabbed the closest deck of cards and walked back to the couch. “We’re gonna call Robin and we’re gonna play a game.”

“What game?”

“Bullshit.”

Another flinch.

God, Eddie felt so stupid for not noticing this sooner, not putting the pieces together earlier.

“How will that help?”

“Because you’re going to hear the word so much, and we’re going to have so much fun, that you won’t be able to think negatively about it anymore.”

“And if it doesn’t work?”

That was a possibility. It could end up making things worse, causing more stress for Steve. But if there was anything he learned from his months of therapy, it was that exposure to something negative enough would leave you feeling indifferent to it eventually.

“If it doesn’t work, you can push me into the pool with all my clothes on in the middle of winter. Deal?”

“Fine.”

They shook on it, Eddie letting his hand linger for a bit too long in Steve’s, only letting go when Steve raised his brows at him.

Eddie called Robin, who was not thrilled about having to get out of bed on a Saturday before ten, but did it anyway when Eddie explained what it was for.

She’d finally gotten her license two months ago and her mom let her use her car on weekends, so she promised to leave as soon as she was dressed.

Eddie immediately called Dustin, just to let him know Hellfire was off for the day and to tell everyone. Dustin threw a fit, said it was bullshit, said he can’t just cancel with no intention of rescheduling, and Eddie hung up on him.

He’d have a conversation with him later.

Steve had gone upstairs to change, said he wanted to be comfortable for this and his jeans and polo weren’t really lounging around clothes.

So Eddie waited for Robin, and he waited for Steve to come back downstairs, and he thought about how much he hated Nancy Wheeler in that moment.

He’d gotten close to her when he was trying to graduate. She helped him study so he could pass the finals he needed to, even without being able to be in class because of being stuck in the hospital for so long. He helped her pack for college, offering up his van as a thank you for all she’d done to help him. He called to talk with her weekly.

All this time, she was at least some of the reason that Steve had negative feelings about himself.

Sure, Eddie could guess that his parents had a lot to do with it too, but this was somehow worse.

He’d trusted Nancy.

Steve came down just as Robin was walking in the front door, bag of chips in hand.

“It’s nine in the morning. I can cook breakfast,” Steve said to her.

“Nah, chips are a necessary staple for card games no matter the time.”

No one argued with her as they sat around the kitchen table.

Eddie dealt the cards out, explaining the rules as he went, though they all had played before. He added a rule though.

“Every time someone calls bullshit on Steve, we have to say one thing that we like about him. Good with you, Robbie?”

Robin smirked. “Perfect.”

Steve didn’t argue, probably because he knew he wouldn’t win against them, so they got started.

The first round went pretty smoothly. Steve ended up never having to lie, and nobody called bullshit on him. He barely flinched when Robin called it on Eddie the first two times, and didn’t at all the third time.

But the second round started and Steve was not having any luck. He got away with his first lie, but he knew Robin could tell he got away with it and she wouldn’t be going easy on him next time.

Next time happened to be his next turn.

He placed down the card that should’ve been an 8, but was actually a Jack. He confidently said 8. Or thought he did.

“BULLSHIT!”

He felt his hands shaking, but he did his best to ignore it as he turned the card over to show she was right.

It was bullshit.

“I love that you always try to show interest in what we all like even if you don’t really like it. Like when El started crocheting and nobody would help her understand the instructions, but you sat with her for hours while she worked it out and helped read the instructions to her when she had her hands busy.”

Eddie was smiling and nodding along like he agreed.

“That’s just what friends do.”

“Maybe. But none of her other friends were doing it, were they?”

Yeah, okay. Steve nodded and they moved on.

But his luck was long gone now, and his next card had to be a lie too.

“Bullshit.” This time Eddie called it.

Steve was doing his best not to cry, but something about hearing that pointed at him from Eddie made him feel worse.

“I love that you always hug the kids. Saying hello, saying goodbye, when you’re proud of them. You aren’t afraid to show them affection.”

Eddie was giving him a fond smile, but Steve couldn’t do anything except nod.

He couldn’t say that Eddie’s plan was really working, but maybe he needed to give it more time.

He made it through the rest of that round fine, not having to lie again, and only having to call bullshit on Robin once.

But their next round seemed to turn into them calling it on him every turn, regardless of if they thought he was lying or not.

“The way you make us all feel important.”

“Your laugh is contagious and it’s fun to see how easily it spreads through the group when you get started.”

“You always have dinner for us when we come over, and it’s always so good. Like you’ve spent the whole day making sure it’s perfect and you want us to enjoy it.”

“You never let us face anything alone. We can always rely on you to be there in whatever way we need the second we need you. No questions asked.”

Steve still flinched every time they called bullshit, but it was getting easier to move on from it and hear their compliments.

Finally, on Steve’s last turn, Eddie called it on him.

He watched as Eddie glanced over at Robin, then back at Steve, blush coloring his cheeks.

“I love that you hold my hand when we’re smoking outside because you know it helps me stay grounded and not get lost in my thoughts too much. I love that if I fall asleep on the couch, you cover me with a blanket and lay down next to me so I don’t wake up alone. I love that you always pack an extra cookie in your lunchbox just in case I visit you at work. I love that you put your entire reputation on the line to make sure I got the best care a person can have in the hospital, and even after with the physical therapy and regular brain therapy. I love that you keep finding ways to show me that sometimes popular and mainstream things are okay.” Eddie gave him a more confident smile. “I love everything about you.”

“That was more than one,” Steve said breathlessly.

“Yeah, hard to pick just one thing when I love you this much.”

“What?”

Steve was so confused. Eddie had been nice saying the things he did before, but this? There was no way he meant it.

Not the way Steve was hoping he did.

“Can you two just kiss before I puke?” Robin complained.

Eddie looked at him, a surprisingly calm smile on his face.

“Only if Stevie wants me to.”

“Mhm. Yes. Please do that,” Steve rushed out, not sure what the hell was happening, but not wanting to wait for it to change.

Eddie was up from his seat and kneeling in front of Steve in seconds, one hand on his knee and one on his cheek.

Steve wasn’t breathing. He was barely even able to focus on Eddie on his knees in front of him.

Eddie leaned in slowly, giving Steve a chance to back away if he wanted to.

But he didn’t want to.

He wanted to feel Eddie’s lips on his more than anything.

And he did.

They were surprisingly soft, but firm and demanding, making sure Steve followed him instead of the other way around.

He could distantly hear Robin eating chips, but didn’t bother to tune in to whatever she was complaining about, just enjoying the sensation of having Eddie’s lips and hands on him.

It did end though.

“You know what’s bullshit?” Steve asked.

Eddie’s eyes widened in question.

“The fact that we have to stop kissing.”

Eddie let out a loud laugh and leaned in to kiss him again.

“You know what’s bullshit to me?”

“Hm?”

“That you ever thought for one second that you weren’t amazing.”

Steve blushed, but looked at the way Eddie was looking at him.

Like he loved him. For real. No bullshit.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #robin buckley #platonic stobin #dustin henderson #nancy wheeler was a mean drunk one time and steve genuinely let the hate for himself flow through him #incredible work he did there #this is about healing #sort of exposure therapy? but not by a professional lmao #although eddie IS kind of a professional when it comes to steve #they kiss about it #anon requests #requests

[jamdoughnutmagician]

Hey Cowboy!

Cowboy!Eddie Munson x Reader (18+)

Summary:After a long day of working in the fields, Eddie comes home to find you sunbathing topless in the garden. (No real plot here let’s be real, it’s just a set-up for some filth.)

Warnings:18+, Smut, Small bit of fluff, Flirting, All of the petnames (Darlin’, Sweetheart, Little Missy, Princess, Pretty Girl), Making Out, Nipple Play, Thigh Riding, Teasing, I don’t think I’ve missed anything but let me know so I can tag it.

Word Count:2,084

Authour’s Note: I was inspired after seeing @oneforthemunny ‘s Summertime Writing Game prompts, and really wanted to try my hand at writing Cowboy!Eddie since I’m already obsessed with him. It’s my first time writing an AU fic for a character, so please be kind. I’ve read through this a few times so I don’t think there’s any spelling mistakes, but I could be wrong, so be kind with that as well.

Masterlist.

It had been a long, hot and busy summer day for Eddie, the sun had been beating down on his skin all day as he wrangled his cattle to a new field, as well as repairing the fence to keep his herd from straying too far. He wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand as he finished up for the day.

Eddie rode his horse back to the ranch, before setting Bandit back in his stables, the horse snorting with a soft snuff.

“You did a good job today” he praises, gently patting the horse between his ears. “Get some rest, buddy” he says, earning him another soft snuff from the black and white horse. 

He made his way back to his house. His home he shared with you. However, before he can even set a dusty boot over the threshold, he notices a little handwritten note stuck to the door.

"There's freshly made lemonade in the fridge, grab yourself a glass and come meet me out back, cowboy x"

Toeing off his cowboy boots and kicking them outside the door he makes his way through the house. He slips his hat off, hanging it up on the hook in the hallway, before pulling free his unruly dark curls from the bun tied at the nape of his neck. 

As he makes his way into the kitchen to grab himself a glass, he can't help the slight smile that tugs at his lips as he sees you've been busy too. Multiple pies set on the windowsill to cool. You'd been working hard on some new recipes ready to sell at the up-coming county fair and if anyone knew you, then they were probably all too aware of your famous fruit pies. They were the reason that you'd met your cowboy in the first place. You owned a little bakery just in town, and Eddie had been just another customer. 

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He strolled in with an air of confidence as he told you all about how his friend, Steve, had told him that this was the best bakery in the town. 

"Told me that your pies are the sweetest thing he's ever eaten, Darlin' and when I heard that I thought I'd better come see for myself" he smirks.

You smile at his cheekiness, and you pretend to ignore the butterflies in your stomach at being called "Darlin'". The pet name rolling off his tongue like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"Well what sort of pie would you like, Sir?" You ask, trying to at least remain professional in your own bakery.

"Well they all look so damn delicious" he says, eyes pouring over every pie behind the glass showcase, "How 'bout I let you decide for me? Although, I hardly doubt that someone as sweet as you could make anything taste bad." He flirts shamelessly and  winks at you with a grin.

"I think a slice of Peach and Raspberry pie will be just the thing for you, Sir." You tell him as you move to cut him a decent slice. The Peach Raspberry pie was one of your most popular flavours, so hopefully your new customer would enjoy it too. 

He pays for his slice and you hand him his plate. He takes it to one of the small tables set up in your bakery as he begins to tuck in. 

Just as you're about to ask him if he's enjoying his food, a rush of customers come in for the afternoon to take away a slice of their favourite sweet treat. You serve them as quickly as you can with a smile, but your eyes are always drawn to the mysterious, tall, dark-haired man sitting in the corner.

The rush of the afternoon dies down, and the last customer walks out, the bell above the door ringing loudly as they do, and the man who had previously been sitting at the table in  the corner of your bakery gets up from his seat and begins to stroll up to your counter once more.

“Well I gotta commend you on your choice of pie, Sweetheart, it was delicious. I was hoping you maybe had some left for me to take home?” he asks with a politeness and drawling southern charm that catches you off guard.

“Well unfortunately we’re all out of raspberry peach pie, it’s one of our best sellers” you smile proudly. “..but I do have a few slices of our apple and cinnamon pie left, and between you and me, that’s my favourite.”

“Well you’ve not steered me wrong with your choices yet, so I trust that this’ll be another excellent pie”

You cut him a generous slice and go to box it up for him to take home.

“Here you go, Sir” you say as you hand him the white to-go box tied up with a red and white gingham ribbon.

He hands you the money and thanks you kindly.

Just as he’s about to turn and make his way out the door he looks at you over his shoulder, his lips curving up into a cheeky grin

“Name’s Eddie, by the way.” he tells you with a cheeky wink before walking out.

That was over two years ago and Eddie continued to visit your shop once a week, with occasional second visits on the weekend, because as he jokingly told you “you make it very hard to stay away, Darlin’. Between your amazing pies, and your beautiful self, I don’t know what a man’s gotta do to catch a break around here.” 

It wasn’t long before all the flirting from him had turned into him asking you on a date, and you subsequently saying yes. One date turned into two, and two dates turned into you staying the night at his place, until eventually you had been living together comfortably in Eddie’s big country house ever since he asked you to move in with him.

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Eddie pours himself a glass of your homemade lemonade. The cool sweetness of this drink immediately cooling him down after working hard in the field all day.

He looks out of the kitchen window to see you in the back garden spread out comfortably on a sun-lounger. 

You’re lying on your front, hair twisted up in a bun on your head, you nose buried in between the pages of a book.

However, it was your state of dress, or rather undress, that had caught your cowboy’s eye. There you were, in the smallest pair of white bikini bottoms, and the expanse of the sun-kissed skin of your back was uncovered. You weren’t wearing the matching bikini top. You were lying in the sun completely topless.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here then, Little Missy” Eddie drawls out as he makes his way towards where you’re laying.

“Hi, baby!” you beam, turning your head to look at him. His long hair falls around his shoulders, and his skin is bronzed with a sun-warmed glow, and the freckles on his nose are even more prominent from working those long hours in the hot, southern sun.

“Seems as though the top half of your bikini has gone missing, Darlin’” he teases, the rough pads of fingers running up the spread of your back and shoulders.

“Didn’t want tan lines, Ed” you explain. “Besides, it’s not like anyone’s gonna see me like this, we’re so far out, there’s literally nobody for miles.”

“That’s very true.” he smirks, you weren’t wrong, his house was tucked away, no neighbours of any kind to speak of for quite some distance. “That gives me an idea, Princess. Sit up for me, will you?” 

You do as he says, setting the bookmark between the pages of your book and placing it on the ground beside you. You turn around in your sun lounger, facing Eddie, your bare breasts fully on display for him to admire.

Eddie easily picks you up with his strong arms as he sits in your sun lounger, placing you in his lap. The coarse material of his denim work jeans are a rough contrast against the soft skin of your thighs.

“There we go.” He drawls, his chocolate brown eyes taking in the view in front of him. “Now that is a pretty sight, indeed” 

He makes sure to kiss you. Kissing you deeply and passionately as he tongue sweeps between your lips. The passion he ignites in you warms you from the inside. You could kiss him for the rest of your life and that would be enough for you.

His big hands creep up from where they were resting on your hips to cup your breasts. He gives the soft flesh a gentle squeeze, and his thumbs rub over your nipples, perking them up from the attention they were getting.

He watches your expression change, watching as quiet little whimpers fall from your lips and you begin to slyly rock your hips against his thighs.

“Oh, my pretty girl likes that, does she?”  he playfully teases, a smirk playing at his lips.

You continue to rock your hips against his thigh, the denim of his jeans providing a delicious feeling of friction as you grind yourself against him. 

Your own hands suddenly find themselves wandering up Eddie’s plaid shirt-covered chest, your eager fingers toying with the buttons. You undo the top four buttons of his shirt enough to see his chest, where his tattoos are on display for you to see. Your favourite tattoo of his is a small horseshoe tattoo over his heart. A tattoo he'd gotten when he realised how much you meant to him. When he'd had it done, he showed you and explained that it's because he was lucky to have met you, and he still counts his lucky stars that you're still with him each and every day. 

His mind wanders to that little velvet box he's got hidden away in his bedside drawer. He'd ask you, one day, when the time was right.

He leans his head close to your chest, his lips leaving a trail of wet kisses over your collarbones, and between the valley of your breasts. He makes sure to give equal attention to each of your breasts, showering every inch of soft skin with as many kisses as he could. His tongue darts out from between his pink lips, to swirl around your nipple, before he sucks it into the warm heat of his mouth, teasing it to a hardened peak and releasing it with a wet pop, before turning his attention to the other nipple and giving the same attention.

You’re desperately rutting your hips over his thigh, chasing the high of your orgasm. The tight feeling in the pit of your stomach growing stronger with every shift of your body over him. You were getting close, your hands gripping the fabric of his shirt to ground yourself to him.

“You getting close, pretty girl? You gonna come for me, ain'tcha” he teases in his southern drawl.

His big hands holding firm on each of your hips help you to rut yourself over his thigh. Your clit pulsing with every drag against his jeans.

“That’s it pretty girl, show me how good you can ride" he huffs out with a lazy smirk. "Come for me, make a mess of my jeans.”

And with a few more rolls of your hips the ever-tightening knot in the pit of your stomach snaps, and you're riding out your orgasm with a pulsing shudder and whimpering moan.

"That's a good fuckin' girl, swear you look so pretty riding my thigh like that, Darlin'" he praises as he helps you to ride out the aftershocks of your orgasm.

Taking a moment to catch your breath, your fingers reach out towards where his cock is pressing against his Wranglers, a very obvious bulge confined under the denim. You begin to unbuckle his belt with a 'clink' but his big hand reaches out to stop you before you pop his button and can unzip his fly.

'Your turn now, Ed…Wanna make you feel good too.." you tell him, your eyes already sparkling with desire. 

He picks you up with ease, throwing your body over his shoulder like you weigh nothing, giving you a quick and cheeky slap to your ass as he does.

"Let's take this inside, shall we?" He asks with a sly smile. "I'm not finished with you quite yet, Princess."

@munsonology @sunflowerdaydreamer @mcbeanzontoast @penguinsandpotterheads @harringtons-cupid

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #Eddie munson x reader smut #eddie munson x female reader smut #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fanfic #cowboy!eddie munson #stranger things fanfiction #munnysummergame #reader insert

[runninriot]

this wasn't planned but i guess Sweet Thing is now a two-parter

written for @subeddieweek

complete fic uploaded on ao3

Safe Space

rated: E | tags: Client Eddie Munson, Pro Dom Steve Harrington, 18+ content, sensation play, anal play, smut | snippet, complete fic and tag list on ao3

Master H, it says on the website Eddie stumbled upon one lonely night a few months ago. He introduced himself as Steve but Eddie never calls him by his name.

He calls him Sir when he addresses him. It’s what they agreed upon when Eddie entered the dungeon for the first time. It felt almost like an interview, like he was applying for a job. Which is kind of funny because it’s the other man who gets paid to do these things to him.

Eddie didn’t really know what to expect when he decided to get his fix from a stranger, a professional, someone who knows what they’re doing. Turned out it was the best decision he could’ve made. Ever.

This is a safe space to explore, to want without being prone to fall for yet another man making false promises. Another man abusing his trust, abusing his desire to give up control.

Here, Eddie can fully succumb to the feeling of letting go.

    “Please, Sir. I need more.”

It should be embarrassing how whiny his voice sounds, how messed-up he already is, trembling violently, helplessly pulling at the restraints keeping him tied to the bed. They’ve only started their session and he’s already so hard, so ready to come. So ready for Steve to tip him over the edge. But it would be a shame to fall so quickly because it’s the before that really gets to Eddie every time.

He enjoys it maybe too much. To be at the other man’s mercy, unable to get away from his heavenly torture.

The clamps on his nipples hurt, send a rippling wave of pain through his whole body whenever the Dom tugs at them or tightens the screws to punish him for squirming around although he told him to stay still.

Ordered him to be good, to earn his reward.

Eddie wants to be good, tries his best to keep his body from jolting up at the feeling of needle-like pricks biting into his skin when Steve uses this tool that looks like a mix of medical device and instrument of torture. It’s called a neurowheel, Eddie’s learned when they talked about their scene. Before they started. Before Eddie got spread out on the bed like a offering for a God – and maybe he is.

Because the man currently teasing the ever-loving shit out of him, tormenting the insides of his thighs with a satisfied grin on his handsome face, truly is a divine creature.

It’s not only his looks, although Eddie has found himself getting lost in his big, beautiful eyes a lot lately; they’re so soft in comparison to the hardness in his demanding voice when he orders him around, tells him what to do.

    ‘Kneel down.’

    ‘Open up.’

    ‘Hold still.’

    ‘Come for me.’

He’s guardian angel and soul-eating demon,  both morphed into one perfect body.

And not for the first time, Eddie wished he was real. That he could have someone like him in his life. Out there, in the real world. That he could have this, always, not only when he’s paying for this perfect illusion.

But he’d rather have this than nothing at all.

It’s enough, at least for the time being.

And he’s not going to let his mind’s racing thoughts ruin the moment. He needs more though, to shut up the voices.

   “Sir, please! Fill me up, let me come! Please, I need it!” Eddie begs, doesn’t feel stupid doing so because he knows how much Steve likes when he dissolves into a pleading, sobbing mess. He can see it in his eyes and the way he greedily licks his lips like he’s craving for a taste.

Eddie would let him. Hell, he’d let him eat him alive if that’s what he wanted.

But that’s not what Steve does when he unbuckles the shackles at his feet, rubs soothing thumbs over the irritated skin on his ankles before he bends him in half.

It’s always messy when he fucks him. When he uses a dildo to split him open. Lube is dripping down his crack while Eddie’s hole is stretched almost painfully wide around the base of the silicone toy. So deep inside that he thinks he can feel it in his throat. Every time his torturer pulls it back out, a sobbing breath leaves his lungs like he can’t breathe with it inside him. And every time he pushes back in, Eddie’s body convulses, wrists tugging ineffectively at the restraints keeping him in place.

There is something about the other man’s aura that sends a wave of fear through Eddie, a darkness in his master’s eyes that reflects something like frustration mixed with deeply engraved desire. Like Steve’s greedy for Eddie’s pitiful whimpers. Like seeing Eddie fall apart is as satisfying for him as it is for his willing victim.

It’s almost as if Steve, too, is falling apart. Only a little. Almost unnoticeable.

But Eddie can feel it in the way he pushes the toy inside him, fucks him harder than he ever has before. The merciless hand around his cock is almost too much, too rough, too tight, angry. But when Eddie looks up at him, he finds so much devotion in the other man’s hazel eyes that Eddie nearly loses it.

The words are right there, on the tip of his tongue, waiting to spill.

    Want you inside me. Take me. Take all of me. Make me yours.

Thankfully, they never get the chance to fully form when a loud and desperate cry drowns everything else out. Eddie comes hard, feels like he’s falling.

And then everything goes black.

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[eddies-artofsuffering]

Part II: Savour

(Part I)

Eddie stares down at his wristwatch. One minute to go. Just one minute until 8 pm.

“Just go,” Jonathan rolls his eyes, shoving Eddie a little on the back. “I’ll clean the rest.”

“No no, I’m still on the clock, I’m a professional! I won’t take your charity, sir.” 

He means it, too, damn it. He's in the middle of wiping down the counter. It’s not over until it’s over. That's his personal doctrine or whatever. He'll make sure he earned every single dollar he makes. Although he's not even looking at the spot he's currently rubbing at with a rag, his entire attention directed at the door. He may never admit this aloud, but he kind of wants to be found this way by Steve when he arrives: busy, diligent, hardworking. Behind a counter, just like how Steve finds him every time. 

Uh-huh, that’s right. Hot Steve is picking him up tonight, at Café Byers, in precisely one minute. Because they’re finally, FINALLY going on that long-awaited date after literal months of pining. He cannot believe it's actually happening, holy shit, he's going on a date with Hot Steve - 

Okay, come on, Munson, he shakes his head at himself. He’s gonna have to stop calling him Hot Steve in his head. He'll never forgive himself if he accidentally blurts it out or something. The chances are low, but it's never zero. Eddie hasn't got the best filter on his mouth. Countless times he's felt so many dumb words leave him in spite of himself. Flailed helplessly like a raccoon pawing at the dissolved cotton candy in the water.

Somehow, Steve doesn't seem to mind it all that much, if the past few months of relentless flirting is any proof of that. A whole ass montage of toe-curling moments with Steve flashes behind Eddie's eyes like this is the last moment of his life. He knows he's being so fucking dramatic, but does he care? Nay, not one bit, because holy shit, Steve is coming in to pick him up in less than a minute now. 40 seconds and counting, in fact. 39, 38...

“Eddie, are you listening??”

“What? Yea, I’m almost done here, okay? I can multitask.”

Can you, though? Jonathan snorts behind him. Eddie couldn't care less. He can totally count and wipe the counter at the same time. 30, 29, 27...

Wait, no, 28 comes before 27, fuck - he's lost his count - goddamn it, Jonathan!

“I said, GO. It's 8 o'clock. I got this. Okay?” Jonathan grumbles, pushing Eddie out towards the back, and raises the countertop lift. Practically manhandles Eddie out. “Go. Please. I can feel your butterflies crawling up all the way to me,” he says with a small smile. "Have fun."

It’s cute that Jonathan thinks that Eddie’s nerves are butterflies and not, you know, ancient wyverns that have been awakened and summoned from the depth of their long sleep. These are far worse than his usual pterodactyls. Eddie gives him an appreciative wink all the same. Jonathan's a good egg. Also, it is indeed 8 o'clock now. There's not really a point of being behind the counter anymore. "Alright, fine. I guess I'll wait outside. Thanks."

“Wait, hold on,” Argyle steps out of the kitchen, following Eddie out to pull at the back string of his apron. “You gotta take this off.”

“Argyle, stop! Steve already called dibs on me!” Eddie slaps him flirtatiously, giggling. Effectively earns a deadpan from Jonathan, a sharp look that might scare off anyone who doesn't know him that well. Of course, Eddie knows that it's just Jonathan being funny, and responds by blowing him a kiss. Without changing his expression at all, Jonathan catches the kiss mid-air and deposits it in his dirty apron pocket. Such a softie at heart.

Yea, apron off is a good call, Eddie thinks, looking down at his own. Just like Jonathan's, it's full of stains and wrinkles and probably smells like old coffee and milk. He hurriedly unties the knot from the back, bunches it up, and hands the apron to Argyle, who takes it from him with a wide grin.

“Alright – I need a mirror, like, yesterday. Steve should be here any minute. If he asks for me, tell him I’ll be right out, okay? I’m just gonna, uh. I just have to make myself presentable.”

I swear to God, Jonathan says under his breath, “Eddie, you look fine. Just go!”

“Fine?” Argyle scoffs. “My man. Look at him. He is our Pretty Eddie. He doesn’t just look 'fine.' You, my friend, look delightful,” he says with a glint.

Jesus. Eddie blushes at the genuineness. Honestly, even until about a year ago, Eddie used to think that dude was just being sarcastic. Or maybe even manipulative, playing into the fact that Eddie can be very easily persuaded with the lightest of flattery (what can he say?! It works on him!). What a surprise it was to find out that Argyle actually means every single word that he says, and the stuff that comes out of his mouth is just. Pure goodness from the bottom of his heart of gold. Yep, even the nonsense. Everything.

All that notwithstanding - this is a date with Hot Steve they’re talking about, and Eddie decides that he does need a mirror after all. Nah, he's not doubting his 'delightfulness' all that much. He just has to, you know. Check his teeth. And check his breath, too, and he doesn’t really want to do that in front of God and everyone.

Both checkings were unnecessary, he finds out. But he pops a mint anyway. Okay. Now he’s good to go.

“You ready? Excited?” Jonathan smirks when Eddie emerges from the bathroom hallway. 

“I’m – nervous.” Shaking, in fact. It’s all he’s been thinking of for the last eight hours. Guh. Eddie smoothes down the front of his flannel. He should’ve worn something else, damn it. Just his luck to be going on a (spontaneous, unexpected) date with Hot Steve in a two-day-old shirt. “Do I smell?”

Argyle leans in to sniff him. (Exactly what he needed. Someone to actually smell him and tell him the truth. Argyle would not chew his words, as opposed to Jonathan, who would opt for a white lie. Eddie has no room for gambling right now.) “You smell delicious, my guy,” he says, giving Eddie a few finger guns. “Go get him, tiger!”

Yea. Not going to address that tiger comment. He knows Argyle means well. "Thanks for your blessings," Eddie says with a slow nod. He grabs the last blueberry crumble of the day that he set aside just for Steve, waves his coworkers goodbye, and sits on the bench right outside the door. 

It is now - 8:03. 

Steve is three whole minutes late, yes. That’s odd. But also, it’s only been three minutes. Shut up, brain.

Eh. If Steve’s anything like Eddie, he probably would work until 8 o’clock exactly as well. Probably needs some time to straighten himself out or whatever (maybe he too checked his breath, who knows?). Get his things, et cetera. Shouldn’t take more than a few minutes. All Eddie has to do is just sit here and look pretty (so much for being pretty behind the counter. Hmm). Really going to have to live up to his moniker, right?

How does anyone sit in a sexy way? He tries a few different positions. Crosses his legs. Manspreads his legs. Draws his knees up to his chest.

Another few minutes pass by, and all Eddie’s learned (or confirmed, rather) is that he doesn’t know how to sit well. Or how to sit still.

But it’s difficult. Because it’s now 8:10. Eddie waited so patiently since they decided on this date eight hours ago. What's ten more minutes, he tells himself, but these ten minutes are truly testing his limits. Where the hell is Steve?

More importantly: what are they going to do on the date? Now, that’s the question of the day. Yea, he'll think about that instead. Distract himself until Steve gets here.

Nothing really does justice in his opinion, but Eddie does have some ideas. Normal ones, maybe super average ones. It’s just their first date, so. Shouldn’t be too crazy, right? Maybe they’ll just grab dinner. Nothing heavy or spicy if he’s going to, ahem, end up at Steve’s place. Or maybe they’ll go back to Eddie’s? Who knows. Not that he’s thinking that much ahead.

Or? They could go get a drink at a pub down the street. Although – on second thought - that might be really tiring. It would be so much nicer to just be alone with Steve in a quiet place for a change. He doesn’t know how loud it is in the bookstore but it’s probably much quieter than the café; Eddie's ears are still ringing with all the noises from humans and machines all damn day. Yea, that’s why he’d rather just talk with Steve in one of their apartments. Not because he just wants to skip right to the bedroom. Well, the bedroom is inevitable, anyway. There's no scenario in his mind that they wouldn't end up there at some point, even if it doesn't happen tonight.

Besides – as much as Eddie wants to pounce at Steve and rip off his clothes and take him apart piece by piece - he does want to make this meaningful. He doesn't know how, but - it should be. Steve deserves that. They both deserve that; this is their long-awaited first date, and he wants it to be sweet. Even though they’ve just done literal months’ worth of foreplay exactly at noon that got Eddie conditioned to be absolutely fucking revved up in the broad daylight like some kind of lunatic. 

It’s all Steve’s fault. He’s just been that punctual.

Which is why Eddie’s now shaking his legs uncontrollably, popping his third mint like a crazed motherfucker, because it’s now 8:15 and Steve’s still not here. Sure, he's been absent before - but being tardy? Unprecedented. 

Eddie keeps staring at the wristwatch. As if that’s going to somehow make Steve magically appear in front of him.

“You’re still here?” Jonathan pokes out his head at the door. “It’s been, like, twenty minutes. Did you try calling him?”

“I… don’t have his number. He didn’t ask for mine either.” Not yet, anyway. “It’s fine, he’s probably just finishing up. He said he’ll pick me up here.”

“Dude. What if Steve forgot?!” Argyle hooks a chin on Jonathan’s shoulder and wraps his arms around him. There's an actual concern on his face. “This isn’t like him.”

“Nah, he wouldn’t. Have you seen him talking to Eddie earlier?” Jonathan snickers. “He’s got it bad.”

“What if forgetfulness is Hot Steve’s one true weakness? What if he forgot to ask for Eddie’s number?!” 

“If he was forgetful, he wouldn’t be so goddamn punctual on a daily basis, I mean, have you ever met a person who’s more on time than Hot Steve? Like, has he ever even been late? When he is here, that is.”

“Aw, you’re right – you’re so observant, Jonny,” Argyle closes a hand over his boyfriend’s. “Punctuality does it for ya? What if I woke up at 4 am just to give you a little kiss? Would you like that?”

“You really…. Don’t have to do that.”

“Well, I say you gotta try before you deny!”

Whether Jonathan decides to try before he denies, Eddie wouldn’t know, because he’s tuning it out. That’s right, on purpose, with a pout and everything, because it’s 8:25 and Steve’s still not here. He takes out that last blueberry crumble and starts to nibble at a corner. He’s starving. Really would kill for some mac n’ cheese. Fuck yea, now he knows what he wants for dinner. A side of fries maybe, if he’s still hungry afterwards. Light and filling, no crazy residue in his mouth. If the kitchens in restaurants are closing by the time Steve gets here, any bar should have that later at night, too. Good option. Flexible. He’s nailing it. This is going to be great.

And now that he's starting to think about food, he can’t wait for another fucking second.

“Alright, you know what?” Eddie gets up from his seat, pushing the bench backwards with a screech. “I’m going over to the bookstore and see what the hell is going on.”

“What if he went home?”

“What if we went home, my love, hm? What then?” Argyle coos.

And that’s his cue. Eddie is done with these clowns. With a curt "I'll see you later," he leaves for the bookstore in a little bit of a sour mood. Just a little bit. He’s allowed to feel that way. Right?

There must be a good reason. A simple reason. After all, Steve said it himself: he’s not a complicated man. Occam’s razor! Come on.

Unless - he changed his mind? Eddie looks down at the bag of sweets. Steve did say he liked them sweet.

Did Steve change his mind? Within eight hours?

Continue reading on Ao3

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[terrifyingly-bi]

Can’t Make an Omelette Without Breaking a Few Legs (Eddie & Steve)

Fracture

Summary: 

Warnings: cursing, injuries, descriptions of injuries, 

Word Count: 812

A/N: We got Ronance so we gotta have some Steddie as well :3 Also, I am trying to get a mix of really angsty and kind of angsty things out. I don’t usually write this ‘consistently’ lmao

『••✎••』

The crack that echoed through the small clearing made both Steve and Eddie stop. 

Steve turned sharply and looked at his friend that lay crumpled on the ground, still, and seemingly just as shocked as him. “What the fuck was that?” he asked.

Eddie looked up at him, mouth agape and eyes wide. “That was my fucking leg,” he said.

“Your what?” Steve hadn’t realized how tense he was, nor how his shoulders had drawn up around his ears. “Did you just say that was your leg?” He tried to relax but he found himself stuck in place.

It felt silly, but the shock had Eddie frozen. He gulped as he tried to turn over to take a look, but the pain that surged up from his shin was enough confirmation. “Yeah,” he yelped. “That’s my leg. That’s my fucking leg.”

Finally, Steve was broken out of his state of in-action and hurried over to his friend and knelt down by his side. “What did you do?” he asked, helping Eddie turn over to sit up. 

“I don’t know!” Eddie said. He let out a string og colorful words when Steve pulled him off the ground to sit up. “Something got stuck on my leg. I don’t know!”

“Calm down, and let me have a look. It can’t be that bad,” Steve said, although cracks was hardly the sound you associated with a minor injury. He held his breath as he rolled up the pant leg to have a closer look. 

Eddie had his eyes squeezed shut. He didn’t want to see what his leg looked like. If it looked anything like what it felt like he knew it would be bad. “What’s the verdict?” he asked and winced when Steve’s fingers brushed over a particularly sensitive area.

Steve stayed quiet. It looked… not good. Eddie’s shin looked bruised and swollen, but the slight curve of the leg made it more than obvious that something was severaly wrong. “Legs… are not supposed to bend that way,” Steve said.

“What?” Eddie’s eyes shot open and he leaned over to look, crying out in pain when he put more weight than he should on his injury. “Shit!”

“Alright, um… just take it easy,” Steve said. “It’s going to be okay.”

Eddie gulped, trying to push the pain to the back of his mind. He’d always hated pain - mental and physical pain. He hated it so much that part of the sensation frightened him. He bit down onto his bottom lip, and forced himself to take a deep breath. “Is there… anything you can do?”

“I’m not about to snap it back into place, if that’s what you’re asking,” Steve said. “Um… No, yeah, uh… I think a professional needs to look at this. Don’t worry, I’ll get you there.” He tried to be supportive, reaching over and patting Eddie gently on the head. “Just… stay calm.”

“I’m trying,” Eddie mumbled. 

Steve nodded. Panic began to set in. He’d seen injuries before, but they had always followed a situation which had his adrenaline already pumping and his heart racing. Starting cold like this, left him slightly paralyzed by shock and without any adrenaline to help him think on his feet.

“Just breathe. It’s going to be okay.”

“Are you telling me or yourself?” Eddie asked.

The two looked at one another. Steve didn’t realize that he was trembling until he saw the glint of tears in the corners of Eddie’s eyes. He gulped and steadied himself. “Both, probably,” he admitted. “We’ll get you some help, okay?”

Eddie nodded. “Yeah, sure. Just… don’t leave me for the wolves, okay?”

“I don’t think there’s any wolves in Hawkins,” Steve said, not being able to hold back a chuckle. “Do you think you can stand?”

“Not without help,” Eddie said. 

“Well, obviously. You lean on me, come on,” Steve waved for Eddie to grab him. “Up we go.”

Eddie looked skeptic, but reached out and took both of Steve’s hands and pulled himself up. He yelped when Steve yanked him back up on his good foot and frantically reached out for something to keep him steady. He clutched Steve’s sweated, grabbing hold of his shoulder to keep himself upright. “Shit, that hurts,” he said.

Steve held him by his waist. “You’re okay, tough guy. Big breaths.” He felt more comfortable sliding into his caretaker-mode. He knew how to take care of others… well… kids at least. “You okay?”

“I don’t know what’s pissing me off more right now. My leg feeling as if it’s about to fall off, or you talking to be like I’m a baby,” Eddie muttered, glaring at Steve.

“Oh, let it go,” Steve said, adjusting them and sliding an arms under Eddie’s. “Let’s get you back to civilization before your legs fall off and attracts the wolves.”

“Screw you,” Eddie mumbled.

“You wish, Munson.”

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Anthony Joshua beats Andy Ruiz Jr - how social media reacted

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Anthony Joshua beats Andy Ruiz Jr - how social media reacted

Anthony Joshua – a two-time world champion

In case you missed it, there was a little old scrap taking place in the Saudi Arabia desert this weekend as Anthony Joshua faced Andy Ruiz Jr for the WBA, WBO and IBF heavyweight belts.

There were question marks hanging over ‘AJ’ after he suffered a first professional defeat – and lost his titles – to the Mexican in June; but was that just a bad night at the office for the Briton? Or had the Joshua hype train come to a crashing end?

Well, the United Kingdom has a world heavyweight champion again as Joshua out-moved, out-jabbed and out-boxed his way to a unanimous points win.

Let’s take a look at how the night unfolded and how social media reacted…

(Don’t) let it rain

Hours before the opening bell, the weather in Diriyah nearly put a dampener on proceedings.

Despite the heavy rainfall and strong winds, BBC sports editor Dan Roan assured us that the fight would go ahead (although the words “as it stands” didn’t fill us with too much confidence)…

But pundit Steve Bunce, who was part of the BBC Radio 5 live commentary team, was well prepared…

Not all that rowdy in Saudi

The show did go on and after an undercard full of heavyweight clashes, including Londoner Dillian Whyte’s points win over Poland’s Mariusz Wach, it was time for the main event.

Neil Diamond’s ‘Sweet Caroline’ has become an anthem for getting a boxing crowd pumped up, but it’s fair to say that it didn’t have quite the same reaction in the Middle East…

The perfect game plan

As for the fight itself, we didn’t see any knockdowns and rarely was either fighter in any kind of trouble – but it was a disciplined performance from Joshua and one that was appreciated by this former opponent of his…

By others in the fight game…

And by fans of the sport…

Did a heavy Ruiz take it too lightly?

Ruiz weighed in at 20st 3lb for this rematch, 15lb heavier than the first bout. Despite showing some glimpses of that hand speed and relentless punching, he did not look the same and admittedthat he’d been partying too hard since becoming world champion.

These former champions say there are no excuses for the lack of preparation…

Credit to Rob McCracken

After the loss to Ruiz Jr in the summer, a lot of criticism was aimed at Joshua’s trainer, Rob McCracken. And although AJ made some additions and changes to his training camp, he insisted he would stay loyal to the man who has been in his corner for all 24 professional fights.

There were many past and present fighters who voiced their backing for McCracken after Saturday’s win…

What next for Joshua?

With it now being one apiece between Joshua and Ruiz Jr, the Mexican suggested a third fight be next. AJ seemed to welcome the idea when asked in his post-fight interview, but not everyone is keen…

Fellow Briton Tyson Fury looks set to face WBC champion Deontay Wilder in February; a match-up between Joshua and the winner of that bout for all the belts in the division, could be the most lucrative heavyweight fight in history.

Scotland’s unified light welterweight world champion Josh Taylor doesn’t think it’s a wise idea for AJ…

But Joshua may next have to defend his belt against mandatory challenger and former cruiserweight king Oleksandr Usyk, after the WBO president orderedthat the two must fight within 180 days.

AJ is up for the challenge…

The rematch with Dillian Whyte is also being mooted or a potential IBF mandatory fight against challenger Kubrat Pulev.

Time will tell who Joshua faces next. But for now though, the champion, his team and promoter Eddie Hearn will focus on celebrating this victory and bringing the belts back to London.

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