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metalhoops · 11 months

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Steddie Week Day 5:

Together/ Established Relationship / Hold the Line by Toto

Eddie would give everything for a lifetime of Sunday mornings with Steve. He’d never expected anything good in his life to last before Steve. The first year they’d spent together, he’d been waiting for it to end with bated breath. He’d wake up in a cold sweat and reach for the familiar warmth of Steve’s body as a sick animal searches for a cool, dry place to die.

He’d cross the distance between them, however great or small, and bury himself beneath Steve’s back, so he could feel the rise and fall of his breaths as something tangible. That way, if the boy left, he’d know.

Steve’s body was the grave dirt he wanted to be buried beneath. If ever he were to pick a final resting place, that’d be it. A year turned into two, and somewhere along the way, Eddie stopped waiting for things to go wrong.

Steve had his own nightly routine. There were habits that persisted well past the time Eddie had expected them to fade into obscurity. On the bad nights, he’d feel Steve jolt awake at his side with a shaky gasp. He’d roll over and press his hand to Eddie’s side, hoping to hold him together, as though the distant nightmare of seven years ago were still a freshly healing scab and not the faded, pink scar tissue Eddie knew it to be.

Eddie wasn’t a romantic. He’d grown up in a broken home where the word ‘love’ was only used to mean an apology. His mother and father would keep the street dogs barking until the morning birds sang with their screams. Then come sunrise, his father would take his mother’s face into his hands and say ‘I love you’, in the way Eddie knew meant ‘I’m sorry.’

Eddie and Steve weren’t used to having people in their corner worth losing. That made keeping each other all the more important. Eddie was reminded of how much he had to lose every Sunday morning when he woke up with Steve’s limbs flung haphazardly over his body. It was the one day they kept obligation free. No jobs. No laundry. No kids, who really weren’t kids anymore. Just the two of them.

For once, Eddie was the first one up. He hadn’t been able to sleep. He was too busy trying not to think. Instead, he traced the familiar landmarks of Steve’s skin. He walked the path of freckles and moles dotting their way up the other man’s arm and lingered on the tiny silver scar at his elbow. It was the one he’d gotten from falling off his bike when he was seven.

Eddie wasn’t a forever kind of guy, but Steve was. If you’d told Eddie back in high school, he’d be in a relationship for seven years, he’d say that was forever. Jesus, it’d gone quick. He wanted more forevers with Steve.

“Mornin’ already?” Steve spoke, peering bleary-eyed around the room, his voice gravel road rough.

“Same time every day,” Eddie confirmed, peering down at the man on his chest.

Age had changed them in ways Eddie only noticed in pictures. They were still young. He reminded himself, with more urgency than necessary. Eddie had more tattoos to cover up the scars he knew they’d both rather forget.

Then there was Steve. His trademark hair was longer than when they first started dating. Eddie liked to joke that he looked like Kurt Cobain if Kurt Cobain knew how to style his hair. He’d also learnt to sport barely-there stubble on the days he couldn’t be bothered to shave.

“You’re staring,” Steve remarked, hiding his face in the crook of Eddie’s shoulder.

“You’re beautiful,” Eddie commented, and he meant it. He really goddamn meant it.

“Flattery doesn’t work with me, Munson,” Steve grumbled, moving to pull the covers up over their heads, hiding them from the morning. Eddie didn’t care. He had nowhere to be.

He dipped his head, placing a chased kiss on Steve’s lips, and watched as the man’s nose scrunched.

“Morning breath,” He groaned as he pulled back.

“You love it,” Eddie teased, trailing kisses down Steve’s jaw.

His lips lingered on the spot he knew made the man exhale sharply through his nose. It was right near another crooked scar Steve got on his twenty-second birthday. He’d been drunk and had fallen into the pool, clipping his jaw on the cement ledge. Eddie had the painful job of trying to extract Steve’s tooth from his lip as the boy cursed like a sailor and squirmed like a worm.

“I love you, there’s a difference,” Steve chuckled and pushed Eddie back, examining his face.

He traced the dark circles beneath Eddie’s eyes. He was long past the point of being self-conscious with Steve. The man had seen him in all manner of undress and unflattering angles. He chose to stay with him anyway. That’s what love was, wasn’t it? Choosing each other over and over again, every day- forever.

“You look like shit,” Steve spoke candidly.

“Oh honeybear, you wound me,” Eddie breathed, clutching his chest with all the overdramatised fervour his sleep-deprived body could muster.

“What’re you thinking about?” Steve asked, pulling his hand back.

“Quitting my job, getting the band back together, going on tour and dragging your ass across the country... Maybe getting a dog.” Steve hummed and traced the outline of the faded-blue demon tattoo on his chest.

“And that’s why you haven’t slept all week, right?” Steve repeated sceptically. Eddie was going to have to do this now, wasn’t he?

“Steve,” Eddie spoke, hating how his voice shook. His body was betraying him.

Steve’s head snapped up. His brows furrowed, painting his face with concern. He’d screwed this up already, hadn’t he?

“What’s wrong? I’m only ‘Steve’ when you’re pissed off, or it’s something serious,” the man observed.

Eddie didn’t know how to respond. He hadn’t planned what he was going to say- alright, that was a lie. He’d tried to plan it. Hell, he’d tried to write a whole damn script, but it’d felt wrong. He’d thought when the moment came he’d know what to say. Turned out, he was wrong.

“Was it because I took your notebooks off the table? Because I told you it’s cool you use it like a desk, but we need someplace to eat so you’ve gotta put your shit away when you’re done with it,” Steve began.

It was an old, familiar argument he didn’t have time to get into that morning.

“It’s not about the table,” Eddie sighed and felt Steve shift.

He sat up and pulled the covers from their heads, letting the morning light in. This was a conversation to have in daylight.

“Are you okay?” Steve pushed, trepidation in his voice.

It was 1993 and even if they’d never sat down and talked about what was going on with the rest of their community, they’d both seen it first-hand. No. Eddie wasn’t going to let the morning be about that either.

“I’m okay, Stevie. Promise,” Eddie assured, wrapping his pinkie around Steve’s and placing a kiss to their intertwined fingers.

“You know, I think a lot of things we’ve gotta do are bullshit, right?” Eddie began, crossing his legs and pulling Steve into his lap. The man shot him a confused look but nodded.

“Nine-to-five? Bullshit. Conforming to society? Bullshit. Growing up-.”

“Let me guess, bullshit?” Steve breathed and Eddie snorted.

“Yeah. But you and me? I think we’re the one thing in this world that’s not bullshit.”

Steve gave him a look Eddie knew too well. It was an echo of his ‘King Steve’ days, only a little softer around the edges. The look told Eddie Steve thought he was talking shit, but he was trying to be polite and not bring it up.

“Right,” Steve hummed thoughtfully.

“I’m not finished. Hold your bitchy comments until the end, dude,” Eddie snorted.

“Up until you, I thought relationships were... I’m going to stop saying bullshit. I thought they were for other people. And I also thought- shit. Alright. I’m doing this, aren’t I...?” Eddie huffed and pushed Steve back from him, leaning over to rummage around in his bedside drawer. He was really doing this. No turning back now.

He pulled out one of his favourite rings. It was a little more understated than the others, but it belonged to his Uncle Wayne, so it was his favourite. He turned back to see Steve. The man had gone pale. Finally, the guy was catching on. Here Eddie was thinking he’d never be able to surprise Steve again with how well they knew one another.

“I know we can’t get married, Steve. But I know how much you want to and it surprised the hell out of me, but I want that too. I don’t need a shitty piece of paper to know what you mean to me. We could have a party, invite Wayne, Robin and the kids over,” Eddie was rambling, his hands trembling as he passed the ring to Steve.

The guy looked seconds from crying or laughing, frozen in a half grin, half grimace. God, Eddie hoped that was a good sign.

“You haven’t asked the question yet, Eds,” Steve breathed, his lip twitching. Oh, that was a smile. A wave of relief crashed over Eddie.

“I want to be with you, Steve, forever. Will you marry me?”

Steve surged forward, wrapping his arms around Eddie’s shoulders and sending them both toppling backwards. Eddie could feel the man nod against his skin.

“I-,” Steve began, but paused when his voice sounded wet.

He sniffed and buried his face deeper into Eddie’s body. Steve hated anyone seeing him cry, even Eddie, especially Eddie. He waited, knowing the answer from the half-moon crescents Steve’s fingers were leaving in his skin.

Steve pulled back after a moment.

“Alright, on one condition,” He huffed, his voice still sounding rough.

“It’s always conditions with you,” Eddie teased, moving his free hand to Steve’s back, rubbing circles into his skin, trying to calm him down.

He knew how to put on a brave face, but Eddie understood marriage meant more to Steve than it did to him.

“Promise to clean your shit off the kitchen table and I’ll marry you,” Steve proposed. Eddie couldn’t help but laugh.

“How about this? I promise to clean up the table, if you promise to keep your crap on your side of the bathroom. Then we can get married.”

Steve pressed his lips to Eddie’s, morning breath be damned.

“You’ve got yourself a deal.”

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marvelmusing · 2 years

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White Picket Fence

Pairing: Billy Russo x Fem!Reader

Summary: Billy and you have to go undercover as a newly married couple in the suburbs, and you’re certain your house is bugged so it’s 24/7 of you two acting like a married couple.

Warnings [18+]: smut, unprotected sex, breeding kink, little bit of wife kink

A/N: I wrote this very quickly so sorry if there’s loads of mistakes, also there might be some more from this AU at some point??

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“Come on sweetheart, cum around my cock.” Your grip on Billy slips, as your mind goes fuzzy, and you lose yourself to the sensation of Billy fucking hard into you. “Nice and tight so I cum inside you.”

Your body is practically folded in half, with your entire pussy exposed to Billy as he thrusts into you.

“You gonna hold my cum inside you sweetheart? Gonna be a good little wife for me and make sure it takes?”

“Yes William, fuck please.” He had chosen to use his full name during this mission, to give him a little anonymity whilst still keeping it easy for you both to remember. No one’s called him William in years - and now you’re crying out his name, begging him to fill you up.

There’s tears prickling in the corners of your eyes, and Billy caresses your face as gently as he can. Your lips meet in an all-consuming kiss, leaving you gasping as you tighten around his cock.

“Please,” you whine, your voice breaking as you plead. “Will, please, give me a baby.” His hips stutter at your words, and he all but growls against your shoulder as he increases his pace, drawing a gasp from you.

A smirk flickers over his lips, though he’s soon gritting his teeth as he continues to pound into you.

“Yeah? You want that? Want me to fill you up to the brim? Knock you up with my baby?” You nod weakly as pleasure floods through your entire body.

“God yes.” You moan softly, before adding in a small voice. “Wanna make my husband a daddy.”

Billy groans at your words, he knows he won’t last much longer - not with imagining coming home to you, his perfect little wife with his baby. Even if it’s only for the few months you two will be on this mission - he’s going to take every opportunity he can get to be inside you. He rubs his fingers in firm circles over your clit, and you clench even harder around him as you orgasm with a whimper of his name. A few more thrusts, then Billy is following behind you, filling your pussy up with his cum.

The two of you lie still for a moment, basking in your highs.

Billy adjusts your hips slightly, ensuring that you’re comfortable, before he lies down over you, his cock still buried inside you. You hum contentedly, and Billy smiles at you.

“Gotta make sure it takes, don’t we sweetheart?” You nod, barely even processing his words, just knowing that it’s Billy so whatever he’s saying will be right for you both. He smooths a large hand over your hair, and your eyes flutter closed as you sigh softly. You wrap your arms around his waist, keeping him pressed close against your body.

It’s several long moments before Billy decides it’s time to move, much to your displeasure. You hold tight onto his waist, shaking your head.

“Sweetheart, I gotta pull out eventually.”

Completely unable to see the logic of his words, you whine quietly, the thought of not being full of him anymore seeming awful to you.

Billy pouts in sympathy, pressing his forehead against yours before he leaves several soft kisses on your lips.

“You gotta let go of me sweetheart. I’m not going far, I promise.” You bite down on your lip, before nodding at him. He presses a chaste kiss to your cheek, as he lifts himself up to pull out of you. The cool air of the room creeps over your body and you whine at the lack of contact with Billy. You cling onto him, preventing him from moving any further away.

“Billy, where you goin’?” He smiles at the sleepy slur to your voice, and the innocence of your question. He leaves another kiss on your face - your forehead this time.

“Gonna clean us up, we’re all messy.” You hum in response, your eyes fluttering closed.

“Like bein’ messy.” Billy laughs softly,

“Maybe, but you won’t like it in the mornin’ sweetheart.” You’re too weak to stop him from walking to the bathroom, and he returns with a warm cloth which he runs gently over your body, taking particular care between your legs.

You keep mumbling his name, in a small needy tone that tugs at Billy’s heartstrings.

He tosses the cloth in the laundry hamper, before sliding into bed beside you. You immediately wrap an arm, and leg, around Billy to pull him closer. With a small smile on his face, Billy wraps an arm around your waist to tug your body over his.

You lie draped completely over Billy’s body, nuzzling your face into the space between his collarbones. Billy’s heartbeat is strong beside your ear, and the fuzzy feeling from earlier still hasn’t faded. Your eyelids are heavy, and you press a tiny kiss to Billy’s chest before sleep begins to drag you away.

“Love you Billy.” You mumble quietly. Finally saying the words you had been so afraid of.

Billy tightens his hold on you. Masquerading as a married couple, Billy had prepared himself to hear those words, and to say them back.

But not like this. Not with you so vulnerable, buried in his arms as you fall asleep.

He presses a kiss to your forehead, before his response is whispered against your hairline.

“I love you too.”

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