oh my GAWD I’m in such a Lee mood right now especially for like my soles. I need my man to come put my ankles in a headlock and tickle torture my feet mercilessly.
Choose a show for me darling. Anything you like, I don't mind. And come lay on me... you said you we're in a Lee mood, right?
Pick a tickle spot. And put it in my lap. Lay on the other side of the sofa and give me those pretty feet if you like. Or lay across my lap and give me that ticklish tummy. You can give me those sensitive armpits if you like, if you can keep those arms up. We'll get that spot nice and exposed. Socks off. Shirt rolled up, maybe taken off if you're feeling brave...
Then we press play. And I start to touch you. Maddeningly slowly. Gently. Relentlessly. A single finger stroking up and down those bare soles, swirling round those sensitive pits, tracing up and down those soft sides or across that tickly tummy, maybe even swirling around that pretty bellybutton... if you like.
That's all. One finger. One spot. For the full duration of the show. Now... if you wriggle too much, or if you make a noise, we'll have to rewind it. Can't be missing any important plot points can we? Just a single finger, tracing a spot you chose... for the full duration of a show you chose... for your sake I hope the episodes aren't too long 😉 you got yourself in this situation remember sweetheart 😘
Who knows how many times we'll have to press rewind? Goodness knows how long we'll be here for? Or you could break, of course. The teasing could be so flustering, so ticklish that you just beg me to wreck you instead.... but if you can make it right till the end, you'll get the tickles you're craving, and trust me you'll be rewarded 😘
The difference between bylers and steddies is that bylers are queer people who actively analyse the story and mike/wills importance to the narrative while steddies are typically straight women who fetishise queer people or treat bylers as if they’re inferior because in their eyes steddie is the more interesting ship (steddie was only in one season while byler has been the narrative since season 1)
I usually ignore this stuff, but since it popped up on the steddie tag I don’t get the competition. Steddie fans don’t have a problem with Byler. Byler has more analysis because Mike/Will has more scenes together since S1, but that doesn’t mean Steddie fans are all straight women fetishizing queer people. Plenty of us are queer, and plenty like both. Screen time doesn’t make a ship less valid. We can appreciate Byler without tearing Steddie down. No disrespect intended.
୨c 18+ PRETTY PLEASE (I WANNA GET OFF BUT YOU'RE SUCH A TEASE)
⤷ tags: eddie munson x steve harrington, tickling, handcuffs, 1k words
⤷ author's note: i want two boyfriends who kiss each other occasionally so what
“hey, stevie.”
eddie had that look in his eyes. hungry. wild. the type when steve gets back from a shift at the wsqk with robin and he's missed him. the type when he wants nothing more but to make himself feel less suburban boring. the type when he wants to tie steve up and tickle him until he sees stars.
he was going to make it really fucking good.
“‘m gonna get you, okay?” an unconstrainted whimper escaped the trenches of steve's mouth.
he swallowed, nodding slowly as heat pooled between his legs. eddie took steve's left wrist in his hand, reaching for the pair of fluffy handcuffs lying innocently on the dresser as steve squirmed impatiently in his grasp.
“excited, are we?” eddie teased as steve rolled his eyes.
“shut up and cuff me, munson.”
“so bossy,” eddie sighed, almost leisurely. “so bossy for a little needy slut who’s going to be fuckin’ wrecked by me.”
at that, steve trembled in anticipation, skin tingling with nerves. eddie smirked at his blatant enthusiasm. he had been daydreaming about this since steve left for the radio station this morning. harrington, all stretched out and pretty, all his to put his fingers on and draw out the most adorable noises.
“what’s your safe word, baby?” eddie asked, in all seriousness as he cuffed steve's other wrist to the headboard.
“red.”
eddie nodded in approval, raising his eyebrows. he took his time checking in on steve's comfortability, the tightness of his restraints, if he was hurting muscles in this position. steve grinded against the bed in desperation.
“okay, okay, baby doll, we’re getting started,” eddie chuckled at steve's antics as he forcefully pushed steve's hips down against the mattress.
fuck. now that eddie was half-perched on his thighs, pillow under steve's arched back, arms cuffed high above his head, the nervousness suddenly hit him like a bus. steve tugged on the restraints, only to find that they barely budged at all. his entire upper body was exposed to his merciless boyfriend, and now that steve's been so fervent about it, eddie would be ruthless.
it made steve really fucking turned on.
“hey, baby,” eddie cooed at him, his slightly cold hands sneaking up steve's sweatshirt.
steve whined, goosebumps rising as eddie slowly traced patterns up and down his toned sides, torturously, excruciatingly slow. his arms itched to protect his sensitive torso, pulling at the restraints with no avail.
“p-please,” giggles started to spill from steve's mouth as eddie's fingers formed claws, tickling everywhere.
“please what, pretty boy?”
“please… please tic-” steve cut himself off with a series of embarrassing moans as eddie pulled steve's sweatshirt up, raking his fingertips up and down his stomach.
“aww, baby, i don’t understand you over all those pretty sounds you’re making.” eddie had the audacity to shoot steve a sickly sweet smile.
“n-nohoho,” steve whimpered as ticklish shockwaves shot up his torso, squirming fruitlessly.
“yehehes,” eddie mocked.
suddenly, eddie stopped abruptly, his palms still on steve's stomach but flat against it.
“w-whahat?” eddie waited patiently for steve to come down from his giggle high.
“you didn’t think i would let you get your reward so easily, would you? you’ve been so, so bratty.”
steve moved against his touch, desperate for more.
“no,” eddie hummed. “no more until you beg for it.”
“please, eddie,” steve wailed, cheeks dusted with bright red embarrassment. “i fuckin’ need this.”
“need what?”
“i need you to- to…”
eddie raised an eyebrow expectantly, the ghost of a grin tugging at his lips.
the fucker. he was enjoying this.
“i need you to tickle me,” steve mumbled, feeling a blush creep along his neck.
“well, why didn’t you say so earlier, baby?” eddie teased, hands immediately finding steve's bare sides and squeezing, once, twice, three times, until he damn near squealed, falling into ticklish euphoria.
steve opened his squeezed eyes to look at eddie. his gaze was locked onto steve's, a hint of desire coating his pupils. eddie's fingers crept up to steve's ribs and he curled up, knees hitting eddie square in the back.
“ouch, baby,” eddie winced dramatically- steve knew damn well he didn't knee him hard enough to hurt. “i’ll just have to get your knees later, you know, just to teach ‘em a lesson.”
“fuckuck ohohoff!” steve squealed as eddie wormed his fingers around the crevices of his ribs.
“no can do,” eddie laughed, albeit mockingly, as he placed his ten fingers around the crevices of steve's ribs and suddenly drilled in, causing steve's laughter to go up an octave.
eddie paused and steve took in deep breaths, skin still tingling ticklishly as residual giggles spilled out of steve's mouth.
“god, you’re so mean,” steve grumbled as eddie uncuffed him.
“you love it, stevie,” eddie punctuated with a squeeze to steve's knee, accompanied with a high-pitched screech and kick in his direction.
“come ‘ere,” eddie grunted as he sat on the couch, strong arm beckoning steve to sit on his lap.
steve flicked through the channels until he found something mildly interesting, and eddie wrapped his arms around his waist, occasionally kissing his neck or whispering something stupid into his ear, or if eddie was being a particular asshole, give his sides a squeeze. steve blushed every time he remembered what happened earlier, and the fact that eddie could probably feel and see the heat in his ears was more than enough to intensify it.
lucas sinclair, who is a dark-skinned black man in the middle of nowhere indiana
lucas, who most definitely has been othered all of his life
lucas who, even when surrounded by people he trusts, so rarely sees himself reflected in them
lucas, who has always been an outcast in ways the others aren’t, in ways that are more – god knows he’s been called much worse things than freak
lucas, who has seen people avoiding his touch, crossing the street when he’s walking, distrusting him like it’s a default setting
lucas, who knows what it’s like to do everything right and still be looked at like he’s wrong
lucas, who hears will saying he’s not like them and gets it in ways the others can’t
lucas, who knows will is going to experience all of the same things – the othering, the distrust, the mistreatment, the slurs, the being avoided like the mere touch of you could kill, the dangers that come with just being – despite the differences in their circumstances
lucas who, even if he’d ever felt some kind of way about queerness, would grab that feeling and squeeze the life out of it because that right there is will. his will.
his in the way all of lucas’ people are his. his to carry when unconscious, his to tackle out of the way, his to use himself as bait, his to take a slashing to the chest, his to jump over tables and traps and interdimensional monsters. his to protect, his to kill for, his to die for.
lucas sinclair who of course is the first one to say you won’t ever lose me – who also means i’m here, i love you, there’s nothing wrong with you, i’ll protect you, i’ll stand by you, i understand you
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