#bottom eddie

[zakkura]

"If you don't turn the heat down, I'm gonna kill you,"

Steve snorts from his position on the floor, cigarette between his fingers as he watches Eddie dangle headfirst off of Steve's bed.

"Such a whiner," Steve rolled his eyes and then casually held the cigarette out to Eddie without moving too much.

Eddie, who was currently watching him from a somewhat upside down angle, glared at him, but still took a hold of the cigarette nonetheless.

"Not a whiner, I just don't like to be turned into cooked chicken when hanging out, is all," Eddie took a drag, puffing smoke around the room.

"You're more of a turkey," Steve grinned, watching Eddie's lips close around the cigarette.

"Oh yeah?" Eddie tilted his head to meet Steve's hazel eyes, "why?"

"All gangly and stuff," Steve chuckled, reaching for the cigarette, but Eddie moved it away. "Gangly?!"

Steve watched Eddie's upside down head, smirking. "Yeah,"

"Dude, that's like, so fucking rude,"

Eddie began to laugh, watching Steve as he too, started too chuckle. "Here, butthead," Eddie held the cigarette out to him, his long fingers incredibly distracting for Steve.

"Hm," Steve grinned to himself, leaning down and catching the cigarette with his lips, brushing Eddie's fingers, "thanks Munson,"

Eddie's cheeks explode in a lovely shade of pink, his breath hitching so much that he started to choke and quickly sits up straight on the bed, punching his chest.

"Jesus Christ!" he squeaked, his eyes wide as he stared at Steve, whom was now on the floor again, his shirt lifted so his stomach was showing a bit, making Eddie feel like a Victorian man seeing ankle for the first time.

"Something wrong?" Steve kept his eyes locked on Eddie's, his lips closing around the cigarette.

"No..." Eddie whispered, "nothing wrong at all," he crawled across the bed, carefully sliding off and kneeling above Steve, hands beside the other man's head.

Steve's eyes were daring him to kiss him, Eddie could practically read the kiss me signs and it made him tremble.

"Do it," Steve finally spoke up after a long silent pause; his free hand tugging Eddie's shirt, "do it,"

Eddie let out a strangled noise, diving downward and capturing Steve's lips, tasting the smoke and mint from the sweets Steve had had earlier.

Steve moaned slightly, making sure to keep the cigarette from falling on to the carpet.

When Eddie pulled away, he hovered near Steve's face, a smile on his face.

"Am I still a turkey?" he asked with all the seriousness of a pineapple.

Steve grinned, licking his own lips, enjoying the fact he could still taste Eddie on them.

"A sexy turkey," he snorted, stubbing the cigarette out before wrapping his arms around a laughing Eddie, lips hungrily finding him.

"And people think I'm the freak," Eddie let out a startled noise as he was effortlessly flipped onto his back, Steve pinning him down with a smirk, looking so devastatingly attractive that Eddie was certain he was a Siren sent by an Eldritch horror.

"Are you suggesting that you don't like the way I talk?"

"Dude, I'm just annoyed you called me a Sexy Turkey,"

Steve hummed, kissing Eddie slowly, his large hand touching the side of his face.

"So you don't want the benefits that come with that compliment?" he mumbled against Eddie's lips, causing the man beneath him to whine.

"I-I didn't say that!" he tried to protest and as soon as Steve went to move, he panicked and wrapped his legs around Steve's waist, bright red in the face, "shut up! I don't wanna hear how red I am, shut up!"

Steve was so in love with this man.

[m4mmonthebest]

AMAB Reader , AMAB Volt and Eddie // Vibrators, DomTop reader, overstimulation, public sex (in a way?)

Hm. Imagine if one day they both treat you kind of mean, and as a punishment you make them use a vibrator for the entirety of their shifts.

At first you decide not to be cruel. It stays at a low setting, enough to be felt deep inside them but not to be torturous. Despite that, the fact that you're making them do that is already making so the small vibrations get them going way more than they should.

To compensate, Volt becomes a bit more chatty. If he distracts himself it won't be as obvious when he suddenly stops to gather his bearings, trying for the outline of his hard cock not to be extremely noticeable. He sighs from time to time, expression change so small most people cannot recognize it.

Eddie is quiet. He responses in hums, or shaking his head. He doesn't trust his voice to sound proper or not to break. He's not that used to anything being inside, so it just feels extremely apparent. The low vibrations makes his insides warm, his legs weak and a small heat grow inside his stomach.

You turn it to the highest sensitivity all of nowhere and Volt's face flushes bright red. He's a showman, so he is able to catch himself before doing any loud lewd noises. He immediately excuses himself, and just slides down a nearby wall where nobody can see him. He does all sorts of noises while on the floor, grabbing his stomach strongly and almost tearing up. He rubs himself hard through his pants but it seems to do the opposite as he becomes too sensitive and starts just shifting and whining in pain.

Eddie almost collapses to the floor, legs that were weak completely give out and he has to grab himself strongly against the bar not to just fall to the floor. He can feel the violent trembling of his legs, and he seriously tries to ground himself by breathing. Every time he does he lets out pathetic small, high pitched whimpers and whines. He says he needs a bit of time and is able to somehow get his legs to work into the closet where they keep all the alcohol. He slouches down body just trembling and twitching. His legs move erratically side to side as he presses down on his stomach, feeling a slight bump there. Through his clothes he is able to press the vibrator even deeper. The feeling becomes too much, and unlike Volt he comes hard, almost screaming. He is able to bite his hand however, muffling his voice. Well... most of it.

Volt has the strenght enough to tell the patrons to leave. It's not even close to the end of the show, but he cannot properly do his job and he feels deep inside that Eddie is not holding up.

Eddie sees Volt approaching him, stumbling while grabbing his stomach, face tired and full of lust. Eddie can't even move, he tries to prop himself up with his arms but even those feel weak. He just twitches and closing and opening his legs, not sure of which position is less of a torture. Even when the vibrator turns down to a lower degree, they can't help but too grind on the other with desperation.

Pants are off, Volt grabs both of their cocks and just strokes without a rhythm. Eddie is loud, he's not usually like that which just makes Volt even more worked up. You do catch them, and the moment they lock eyes with your judging stare they both cum, they don't meant to, but they do.

"Well. Didn't tell you to that, did I?"

Eddie is not even able to get words out, Volt's voice is whiny and tired.

"Y-you are mean-- ah no- nghhh ah! - L-livewire please --"

You laugh. They can see the strain in your pants, obviously pleased by the way they're just completely out of it.

"How about a little reward?"

[absolutelybifurious]

bid my blood to run

buddie // get together // body worship // service top buck // mature // 18k

“Why were you giving him your number?” Buck says when they get back in the car. Eddie swallows. Maybe he should just say something, just admit whatever’s going on. He hears it in his own head, and it sounds ridiculous. Buck would probably insist he get a head CT. Maybe that’s not such a bad idea. “I didn’t wanna be rude.” “But you didn’t want him to have it, right?” Buck asks. “You’re not… into guys, are you?” “I’m…” Eddie blinks at his lap a little too hard. “I don’t know. I wasn’t into that guy.” “Oh,” Buck says, like there’s more. “Good.” The air between them goes thick, too heavy, and Eddie tries to find it in him to tell Buck he had no right to do that. To ask what if he had wanted the guy’s number, but instead, he just says, “We’re late.” Eddie’s still processing when they get to work. Processing that he let his best friend cuddle him to sleep last night, processing that he might be cursed to obey everything anyone tells him, and processing that Buck looked ready to punch a guy for hitting on Eddie. Not necessarily in that order.

OR

Eddie gets the Ella Enchanted treatment.

[read on ao3]

[cherryxlavender]

I'm an Eddie multi-shipper at heart, he deserves all the love and affection 🩷

[chixliv]

forget all that “freak4freak” propaganda;Eddie would be feral,i’m talking about a lion hitting on his prey i’m talking buck begging for a break i’m talking about them doing it so much that their DNA’s switch with each other’s.

[meowdy-all]

Has no one written a fic where Buck dicks down Eddie so good he starts babbling in spanish? No? They should.

[porcelianboy2]

When the character you want to bottom isn’t socially accepted as a bottom

[whataboutthefish]

Stranger Things March Mating Madness

Day 5 Prompt - Accidental Mating - Hellcheer - 1.2k

Scratch that itch

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It was only supposed to be a quick fuck, just to scratch the itch. Chrissy hadn’t hooked up with anyone in months. She was a healthy omega with needs and she was going to get them met. 

Chrissy dressed in high waisted light denim jeans that could have been sprayed on and a t-shirt she’d cropped short and cut the neckline. She felt cute as she bounced around in kitten heals in front of the mirror. Perfect 

There were a decent amount of people at the club, the dance floor was filling up as she ordered her first drink. She didn’t bother to linger by the bar, she scoped out the options while dancing through the groups of people. It wasn’t until her second drink - and her self imposed limit - that she saw him.

Their eyes lingered long enough to entice the alpha to walk over. She admired his body, slim and toned, long limbs, dark hair tied up. He was exactly her type, a bad boy vibe and looking like trouble. The fun kind.

“Well aren’t you a pretty sight,” the alpha said, holding out his wrist in the intimate and old fashioned greeting. 

Chrissy giggled; she was actually taken aback by the move in an endearing way. She took his wrist, almost moaning when she caught the scent over her tongue.

“What brings a sweet little thing like you to a place like this?” The alpha asked. There was a playful glint in his eye. 

“What makes you think I’m sweet, Alpha?” She had him. Hook. Line. Sinker.

“Name’s Eddie. Who might you be?” Eddie said, this time with a bow. 

It was too damn cute and she wanted to finish all this small talk so she could find out what those lips tasted like. “Chrissy.” she smiled, “wanna fuck?” She didn’t bother wasting time because she was really fucking horny and this guy was doing it for her.

“Uh,” Eddie seemed less sure of himself. “You don’t wanna get to know me first?” 

Chrissy leaned against the bar. “Sure, ok, are you a serial killer?” 

“Um, no.” Eddie looked confused. 

“Right, let's go, Alpha, I’m fucking horny.” She squeezed her legs together then spread them to let the scent of her slick float up towards him.

Eddie, didn't need to be told twice, offering his elbow to take hold of and they left the bar. “Where too?” Eddie asked. “I have a van, I'm not drunk, I mean I'm also not going to kidnap you either. God the van really doesn’t help. I just - would you like a ride to wherever we go?” 

Chrissy giggled. This alpha was such a dork, it was adorable. “I have a car, is my place good with you?” 

If Eddie had a tail he would be wagging it, he smelt so happy. Chrissy smiled and dragged him to her car. They took a while to get in because Eddie had her up against it and kissing her everywhere he could reach, he even provided a knee between her legs for her to grind on. 

“Home. Now.” She gasped. Eddie stepped away so fast she swayed. 

The tension in the car was palpable, as soon as they walked through Chrissy’s door they were shedding each other's clothes as she pushed Eddie back into her nest. This alpha was driving her absolutely crazy. She’d never wanted to jump someone so fast in her life. She was just horny, that’s what she told herself as his scent made her shiver and mone. She was just scratching an itch; hopefully a couple of times.  

Chrissy took control and the alpha didn’t even fight, moving where she wanted and looking up at her like she’d hung the moon. It was addictive having this kind of control. She crawled over his body and let his cock slide up against her pussy before she sat over his abdomen, his cock nestled against her ass. 

“You’re gonna kill me.” Eddie gasped, his eyes shining with the glassy look of scent haze. 

“Not yet. I have plans for you.” Chrissy replied in her most sultry voice.

She kissed him, and oh. That was nice. His lips were plush and his mouth moved in all the right ways. Chrissy always liked a kiss match, their lips slid together naturally; the sex was always better for some reason. 

Her slick was dripping down her thighs and pooling on Eddie’s stomach. She was so caught up in his mouth she’d forgotten what she really wanted. 

“Sorry alpha,” Chrissy purred, tilting her hips back so his cock hitched on his pussy. “Just gotta wrap you up.” She laughed at the hurrumph from Eddie as she crawled off him. “Hush now.” she tsked and the alpha whined in submission. Oh god she was gonna have fun with this one. She knew her pussy game was strong and she was gonna ruin him for anyone else.

Once the condom was on she threw a leg over and sunk straight onto his cock, she was slick enough that she took him in one long slide before leaning forward and grinding her hips rubbing her clit against his pelvis. He was already driving her crazy, his scent was blooming with desire and lust. And the alpha didn’t move, he let Chrissy lay her hands on his chest and waited to be told what to do. 

“Stay still.” Chrissy ordered, curious if he would. When he nodded she gave him a kiss, the movement shifting his cock to rub against her g spot and they both moaned. She sat up on her knees and started to slowly rise up and slid back down a few times before she threw her head back and started to bounce on his cock. Chrissy set her own pace; circling her hips with him buried deep inside her occasionally. Eddie’s head was tipped back, his eyes screwed shut. 

“Look at me.” 

The alpha looked up immediately, eyes blown wide and locking with hers. “Good boy.” Oh god the sound he made was pornographic. 

“I want you to fuck me, alpha. Make me feel it for days.” She whined.

Eddie didn’t need to be told twice he wrapped his hands around her waist, planted his feet and started to fuck her so hard and fast that she didn’t know up from down, god she didn’t even know her own name. She was in someplace between and this was the best fuck of her life. 

It took her by surprise when his knot caught and punched the breath out of her lungs when it blew and she blacked out.

“Chrissy? Uh, Omega?” 

Chrissy's vision was hazy as she opened her eyes. She felt an energy thrumming through her like she’d never felt before. She felt connected to the alpha under her in new ways she’d never experienced. 

“Chrissy?” 

The words spoke right into her ear and she shuddered. 

Eddie’s hand rubbed over her back, “Omega, please.” He whined. 

That sound made her omega want to cry and take it all away. It was another whine that pulled her out of the haze and brought her to the present where she discovered her small fangs were lodged deep into the neck of the alpha under him. 

“Oh shit.”