A non-exhaustive list of some sub/bottom Eddie fanfics!
fever dream tangerine sweat by unicornpoe
Eddie hasn’t gone into heat since he presented at seventeen. But living with an alpha who takes care of him for the first time in his life is about to change that.
Between Something and Nothing by taegyungie
Buck has spent all of his years knowing Eddie digging through to get to him. Buck and his muddy hands and his sore back; he put in the effort to reach him and now reaps the fruits of his labour. It all begins with a heated conversation: “What, you want me to fuck you in your sleep?”
and now i'm (boneless) by autumnsreign
eddie's been a brat, here's the aftermath
here (in your arms) by devirnis
Once Eddie’s settled into his seat on the plane, he pulls out his phone to text Buck. Eddie I have had THE WORST day. When I finally get home, I’m going to pass out and sleep like a rock, and then I want to wake up with you inside me. Smirking to himself, Eddie switches his phone to airplane mode. What he wouldn’t give to see Buck’s face when he checks his messages.
a foundation of love and trust we cannot see by lemonzestywrites
an interesting call leaves Eddie curious as to the intricate world of BDSM, but being painfully single and not so eager to have something casual with a stranger he doesn't trust, Eddie finds himself stuck. thankfully though, Buck might just so happen to be the answer to his newfound problem.
How Eddie Learned To Stop Worrying and Embrace the Kitten Life by DeadlyChildArtemis
He feels someone pat him on the back. “Aww,” Chimney says, a grin in his voice. “You wanna be Buck’s little kittycat?” Or, 5 times Eddie refuses to acknowledge his cat behavior and one time he does
sun soakin' bulges in the shade by sooperlative
Eddie loves Buck, but Buck's withholding something from him; and Buck loves Eddie, and he's just waiting for Eddie to tell him what he wants.
no amount of whiskey, no amount of wine by SymphonySoldier97
“I want—“ Eddie’s not entirely sure what he wants. He feels achy, restless and exhausted at the same time. He needs something, more. More hands, more pressure, more kissing, more Buck. “Please, I—“ Buck turns him over on his back to search his face, earnest and determined and glowing like he’s in his element. Eddie’s getting drunk on seeing him in this particular element. “What can I do, baby? What do you need?” Buck shifts his hips, grinding down slow and sensual and delicious. Reflexively, Eddie spreads his legs to accommodate him, and Buck moans as they get even closer. Close enough, even, for Eddie to feel him. and fuck, shit, that’s it, isn’t it. That’s what he needs. “I feel,” Eddie’s cheeks burn, but the word fits as he forces it out, “empty.” Buck groans loudly, dropping his forehead to Eddie’s shoulder. “Oh my god. Oh my god, Eddie.”
