#setheddie

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“The skirt is short on purpose.” eddieseth

Pretty Little Monster

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Eddie's staring at him, mouth slightly agape.

Seth stands up slowly, "You like?"

"It's - skirt."

"Yup." Seth spins, knowing exactly what is visible when he does it. They have an hour or two before they have to be at the Halloween party. He's got time.

"It's short." Eddie rubs at his head, his eyes locked hard on Seth.

"It's short on purpose," Seth says. "Couture and all."

"Couture my ass, Rollins, I know exactly what you're doing here."

Seth flutters his eyelashes and cocks a hip. "What am I doing?"

"This is worse than last year's fuckin' firefighter outfit."

Seth bends over again right in front of Eddie. "Yeah?"

"Christ alive, you're the worst."

"Am I?" Seth asks. He adjusts the nurse outfit to hike the skirt up just a little bit more. "Because I'm pretty sure your eyes are about to drill a hole into me."

"Gonna drill something," Eddie mutters. "Fuck. Fine. Insufferable bitch." He grabs a handful of Seth's ass and spreads his cheeks. Seth fights back a whimper. "Oh, of course you did." He sighs. "Fuckin' skirt."

"Fucking in a skirt," Seth clarified.

Eddie groans. "I cannot fucking believe I'm about to rail you."

Seth sighs as Eddie slides home. "I can!"

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2. "That's it. That's the last time." Seth with either Drew or Eddie. Or Nick, if you want something completely different!

The Last

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Sarah clarified in the DMs that they wanted angst. OUCH.

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“That’s it,” Eddie says, and Seth doesn’t understand what’s happening right now. “That’s the last time.”

“The last – time?” It still doesn’t make sense. He still doesn’t know what those words mean coming out of Eddie’s mouth.

Eddie scrubs his hand over his face. “Fuckin’ hell, Seth, you know what I mean,” he says. He shakes his head. “We’re – this isn’t gonna work long term. You know that. You think Mox wants me and you fucking around like this? You think this,” he gestures between the two of them, “is gonna end with some white picket fence and our kids playing tag with Nora?” He steps backward. “Nah, man. We gotta – we gotta end this now, before we get stupid about each other.”

Claws dig into Seth’s heart as he realizes: Eddie wasn’t ever stupid about him. This was all Seth.

“Don’t – come on, don’t look at me like that when you’re still naked.” Eddie falls into the easy chair, the one he and Seth just…

Seth shakes his head.

“Are you dumping me?” Seth asks, before he can stop himself. “Because this feels pretty douchey, considering what I just let you do to me.”

“Don’t act like you weren’t begging for it,” Eddie says firmly, and it’s a tone that’s almost exactly what Seth wants to hear. But so suddenly it’s like the laughter wasn’t in his eyes at all, Eddie’s face snaps back to stern. “You and I both knew this was a bad idea and a short term mistake.” He grabs his hat off of the bedside table, knocking over the water bottle Seth had left there a few minutes before they lost their clothes. “I’ll see you at that bullshit Friendsgiving thing Renee is so into.”

There’s a pause, longer than Seth thinks he can stand, before Eddie steps into his space and lays one least searing kiss to Seth’s lips. They don’t usually do this part.

“Alright,” Eddie says, almost distracted. “Nice finale.” He nods to Seth. “Don’t do anything stupid, pretty boy.”

The door closes behind him with a muted thud, and Seth falls on the bed,

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SethEddie "I know you meant that to be scary but it was actually really hot."

Such a Sucker for It - also on AO3

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Seth is visiting with Eddie after the tag match on Collision, and Eddie is pissed off. All the better for Seth's intentions.

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For Sarah's prompt: SethEddie "I know you meant that to be scary but it was actually really hot." Title from Martyr by King Mala, and I do not apologize for the mild blasphemy as I thought it was funny.

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“Fucking pricks,” Eddie growls. Seth watches as he drops down onto the bench in the locker room and chucks his boots at the wall. “Hurting Ortiz like that. Gonna drop both of them on their goddamned heads, maybe rip Bryan’s hair out by the stupid ponytail.” His eyes gleam with rage. And, well.

Seth is only a man, after all.

“I know you meant that to be scary,” Seth begins. He unbuttons his shirt – a bit boring for his general mood, a tasteful deep teal over black jeans – and throws it off his shoulders. “But it was actually really hot.” He drops it on the floor in front of Eddie and steps away backward as he undoes his belt. “You wanna take some of that rage out on a willing, nubile body?” He drops his pants to the ground, kicking them toward Eddie. “Maybe you can pull my hair, too.”

Eddie sighs, licking his lips. Seth can see him fidgeting with something in his pocket. “You sure you know what you’re asking for, pretty boy?”

“Of course I’m sure.” Seth gets to the showers and turns it on. “Oh no,” he says, throwing a pout in Eddie’s direction. “Now I’m all wet. Look how vulnerable I am.” He turns around and can feel Eddie’s eyes on his ass. With a quick glance, he catches sight of a bottle of shampoo. He flails out his arm and knocks it over. “Oops!” He grins at Eddie. “Gotta pick that up.” He bends down. “It would be so terrible if somebody came and gave me the dicking down of my life right now.”

“You are fucking impossible.” Eddie’s voice is closer than Seth had expected, but father away than he’d hoped. “Stand up, you brat.”

Seth does what he’s told, seeing Eddie with his arms folded across his chest. “You coming?” He winks at the innuendo.

Eddie groans. “Jesus. You really know how to push a guy’s buttons, don’t you.”

“Something, something, pushing my button on your dick, something,” Seth says. He drops his head under the warm water and moans. “Just get in me already.”

“On my mother, I regret the day I met you.” With those words, Eddie crowds up behind Seth and shoves him against the wall. “Spread your legs, you fuckin’ menace,” he growls. “I’m gonna ruin you.”

“Fucking finally,” Seth chuckles. He arches his back so his ass is out and slides his feet. “Go for it, big man.”

He feels Eddie sigh against his neck before he bites down, hands gripping at Seth’s hips. “Who the fuck did I piss off to get you in my way all the time, huh?” He slides a hand between Seth’s cheeks. “What kind of punishment are you?”

“Best kind,” Seth says. “Are you gonna get in me now or not?”

“I hate Mox for introducing me to you,” Eddie says, biting at Seth’s shoulder. Seth hears a click and grins. Nobody can ever resist him for that long. “You know that?”

“I don’t,” Seth says, teeth on his lip so hard he’s worried he’s going to draw blood.

Eddie sighs and smacks Seth’s ass. “Petulant little shit.”

Seth grins. “Yeah? Punish me, why don’t you.”

“I thought you were my punishment?”

“Same difference,” Seth says. He groans as Eddie spreads his cheeks. But nothing happens. “You going to do something or stare?”

“You got a problem with me admiring you?” Eddie asks. “Getting an eyeful of the pretty little hole I’m going to destroy.”

Seth whines. “Can you just fuck me already? This is taking forever.”

“Of course it is,” and Seth can practically hear the smug smile. “That’s the point.”

Seth loves to be looked at. It’s kind of his thing, attention. Usually he bathes in it, would drop to his knees and beg for it if it got eyes on him.

But this? This felt cruel.

“Usually when people stare at me this much I’m about to win a belt or something.”

“Yeah?” Eddie asks. “No belt here, baby. None of our four are water proof.”

“That’s an idea,” Seth says. “What if we – mother fucker.” Eddie decided that when Seth was mid-sentence was the time to slide a finger in him with no warning. It’s sudden and startling and fucking perfect. “Do that with your dick next time and I’m a happy man.”

“No, dumbass,” Eddie says. “I’m not hurting you for real.”

“Why not?” Seth whines. He has to wiggle his hips so Eddie’s finger starts to move. “Rough me up. Make me wrestle funny and walk like a fucked up duck. I’m okay with it.”

“You’re so,” Eddie says, and he pumps his fingers a few times before adding another roughly, exactly how Seth wants it, “goddamned stupid, you know that?”

“Insults!” Seth is giddy. Jubilant, even. “Now call me a dumb slut!”

“You can’t demand your degradation kink like that,” Eddie says, twisting his fingers. Seth rolls back against them, trying to demand with his body instead of his words. “That’s now how it works.”

“It should be,” Seth says, and he almost complains when Eddie takes out his fingers until he feels a much thicker something nudge against his entrance. “Oh. Oh, yes.”

“This gonna shut you up?” Eddie asks. And he doesn’t – it’s not fast enough, not as hard as Seth actually, really, wants it, but it’s faster than Eddie usually goes and it’s good.

Seth drops his forehead against the wall, feeling stretch and ache and full. He wants to shove backward onto Eddie’s dick, but Eddie’s hips hold him firm.

“Yeah,” Eddie says, and he draws out slowly, drawing a whine from Seth. “Don’t worry, baby, you don’t gotta say nothin’.” He gets his teeth on the back of Seth’s neck, just enough that it’ll bruise. Seth feels like he’s going to die, and it’ll be the best way to go out. He’ll have to make sure someone writes, “Here lies Seth Rollins, got railed to death and loved it” on his tombstone. “I’ll give it to you so good.”

Eddie keeps going slowly for a minute, like he wants Seth to adjust, but then he speeds up. Seth braces his arms against the wall and shoves his ass back. “Giving me a good angle like a good boy,” Eddie chuckles. “That’s all you wanted, isn’t it? You know your place is on my dick.”

Seth is literally panting at this point. If he were anyone else, he might be able to muster up some shame about how desperate he is for it. “Yeah,” Seth gasps. “Always. Come on. Give it to me.”

“Must not be doing it right if you’re still able to talk.”

And then Eddie goes. It’s what Seth’s wanted, exactly what he wanted.

“That’s my good fuck toy,” Eddie chuckles. “That’s where you wanted this to go, yeah?” He’s panting, grunting in between words. It’s all Seth can do not to slide down the wall. “Let me use you until I’m done. Yeah?” He reaches around and gets a hand around Seth’s cock. “Come on, Sethy. You know you wanna come.”

Seth whimpers. He does. He really does.

“So do it,” Eddie says. “Come all over my cock, pretty boy. Scream my name.”

Seth does. He comes and yells and gasps and dies a little bit, but resurrects in a whole new perspective of the world. He’s like a fleshlight Jesus, he muses.

He slumps against the wall.

“Oh, no you don’t,” Eddie says. “I ain’t done with you yet.” Aftershocks ripple through Seth as Eddie takes the last ounces of strength from his body, and Seth feels him come as much as he hears the groan into his ear. “Fucking hell, Seth,” Eddie exhales. “Fuck. I’m too old for this shit.”

Seth laughs, turning to him. He winces as Eddie slips out of him, already with an ache running through his whole body. He faces Eddie to see him smiling. “Didn’t feel like it,” Seth murmurs. “Goddamn, Eddie. You went rough on me.” He leans in to Eddie’s ear. “I fucking loved it.”

“I know you did,” Eddie says. He leans in and kisses Seth, quick. “Now let me wash your hair with that stupid purple shampoo.”

Seth nods and sighs, letting Eddie soap him up and rinse him all over. He doesn’t ask for more, and only partially because he can’t find the right joke to rile Eddie up again.

“I’m stealing this,” he says, when they step out of the shower. He picks up a black, cozy sweatshirt and pulls it on over his damp hair. He can feel Eddie’s eyes on him as he does it, and it’s almost as warm as the clothing.

“The funny thing is,” Eddie says, yawning. “I thought you were gonna grab the Ring of Honor belt. Not my hoodie.”

Seth shrugs it on, wrapping himself up. “I already got that belt once,” he says, shrugging. “This?” He breathes in. “This nobody else in the world will get.”

“Fuck – now you’re being sweet about it?” Eddie shakes his head, then walks up to Seth. “You’ll be the death of me, Rollins.”

Seth leans in to kiss him. “Put me on your life insurance policy then, Kingston.”

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Mini Playlist: Martyr - King Mala Hit it From the Back - Kim Petras Talking Body - Tove Lo Treat Me Like a Slut - Kim Petras

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11 f setheddie (I make bangin' double chocolate cookies)

Fire and the Kiln

11) "I'm tired, but not that tired." f) Artists AU.

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Seth yawns over his clay, determined to finish this last commission before the end of the night. It’s just a little bowl. Just a little bowl to make and get in the kiln and then…

He yawns so big his jaw cracks.

“The fuck’re you still doing here?”

Seth looks up to see Eddie, one of the drama teachers at the school, standing in the doorway. “Gotta finish this,” Seth says, yawning a third time. “It’s for a lady’s birthday. I gotta fire it tonight so I can get started on the glaze tomorrow.” He avoids Eddie’s eyes, expecting to get lectured – Eddie always is ready to throw out a lecture – but, instead, Eddie sits down next to him.

“You ain’t givin’ up, are you?” It might be a smile on his lips.

Seth nods. “It’s my last commission for this month and then I get a break.”

Eddie presses his lips together. “Not a chance I can get you to leave?”

Seth shakes his head, thumbs stroking at the clay. “Nope.”

“How do I help?” Eddie asks with a long worn sigh.

Eddie cleans up what he can at Seth’s guidance as Seth finishes throwing the little pot and gets it in the kiln.

“How much longer?”

“Ten hours or so,” Seth answers, “but the kiln is specially designed to work overnight.” He claps the side of it, but Eddie reaches out to catch his hand.

“That shit’s hot, you idiot!”

“It’s insulated,” Seth says. Why’s he have to sound breathless? It’s embarrassing. “See?” He moves so both of their hands are resting, his on Eddie’s, on the kiln. “New technology the school built. Makes it so more of us can fire our work at once and – and my students don’t have to wait as long.” He swallows as he watches his fingers curl with Eddie’s.

He turns. Eddie’s looking at him with those pretty eyes of his. Seth suddenly understands what it means to be weak in the knees.

“You too tired to go grab a bite with me?” Eddie asks, his gravelly voice no more than a whisper. Seth’s never seen this side of him, never seen this gentle energy. Maybe he really is a slam poet at heart.

“I’m tired,” Seth says, “but I’m not that tired.” His heart racing, he takes Eddie’s hand for real. “Come on. I know the best diner.”

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12. Forgetting a jacket SethEddie (maybe backstage meetcute...)

Shivers

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December prompt challenge day 12: Forgetting a jacket

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“Well shit. Look who it is.”

Seth turns around, turning on the bitchiest smile he knows how to do, only to find Eddie goddamned Kingston standing behind him. “Can’t go anywhere without running into a fan, can I?”

“Jesus,” Eddie says, shaking his head as he lights his cigarette. He places it between his lips. “Mox wasn’t lying about you, was he.”

Seth blinks. “What, um. What are you doing out here?” Seth knows why he’s skulking around, but Eddie’s talent. He doesn’t have to hide out behind the venue until Mox answers his goddamned phone to sneak him in.

“What are you doing here?” Eddie asks. He takes a long drag, the smoke curling from his lips. Seth remembers a little too late that he probably shouldn’t be watching. “Scouting out the competition?”

“V-visiting Mox and – shut up, you know I’m hanging out with the BCC. Obviously.” Seth tries to sound haughty, snippy even, but there’s a breeze and he shivers midsentence.

Eddie raises a perfect eyebrow and then exhales. It’s hotter than it has any right to be, the way the smoke slides between his lips into the chilly air. Seth’s kind of pissed about it. “Yeah, I know,” he says, grinning with shark teeth. “I like seein’ you squirm, though. Nice change from the bitch I see on TV.”

“Oh, so you watch me!” Seth says. He shivers again when the wind picks up.

Eddie stares at Seth, takes in Seth’s outfit. He didn’t dress for drama today. He dressed relatively normally, for him. Tight black jeans. Pink and blue shirt patterned with spirals. He should have worn a jacket, though. This top is far from insulating. “I sure as shit do, baby.”

Seth’s not sure of the origin of the next shiver.

“Tell you what,” Eddie says, taking one last drag and dropping the half finished cigarette to the ground. Seth watches him crush it with one Timberland. It, also, is hotter than it has any right to be. Seth’s really pissed now. “I take you inside. Get you warmed up since you forgot your jacket.” The wink is so quick Seth half thinks his imagined it.

Then Eddie smacks his ass.

“Careful with the goods,” Seth grumbles, following Eddie as he swipes his badge and holds the door open for him.

“Oh, I’d be real careful, princess. You just gotta let me.”

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I wish you'd write a fic where setheddie. that's it, that's the prompt.

Surprise Visitor

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Eddie has to blink a few times to process what he's seeing. "The fuck are you doing here?"

Seth Freakin' Rollins, stretched out on the couch of the BCC locker room, scrolling on his phone, looks up almost bored. "Oh," he says. "Hey, Kingston."

"Don't you have a contract that makes it illegal or something to be here?" He's on edge already from his upcoming match.

"Don't you have a blood feud with one of the guys who typically hangs in here?" Seth doesn't even lift his head, then presses his phone and grins. "Fuck yeah."

"That's beside the point," Eddie snaps. "Why are you here?"

Seth sighs, like he's the one inconvenienced here, and finally looks up at Eddie. "I'm here to try and fuck my way through the roster."

Eddie rolls his eyes. "Why are you actually here?"

He sits up like it's a chore, scans Eddie up and down in a way that feels decidedly not combative. "You're really gonna make me say it, aren't you?"

"Yeah," Eddie says. "I am."

Seth stands and gets in Eddie's space, those giant brown eyes pretty as ever. "Pretty please?"

"Pretty please what?" Eddie reaches up and slides a hand into Seth's hair. "Come on, you know you want to be a good boy for me."

Seth exhales, slow, deep, and his eyes close. "I want you again, Eddie. One - one time wasn't enough."

Eddie laughs, and catches Seth's lips when he leans in like he can't resist. He makes it quick, gentle. "Told you it'd take more than one to get it out of your system."

"Yeah, yeah," Seth says, attitude back as he steps back and closes the door. "If you're gonna be smug, just do it while you're fucking me."

Eddie laughs as he pulls his shirt off over his head. "Only if you're good."

Seth cackles, music to Eddie's ears. "No promises, King."

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SethEddie 12

S'mores and More

12: nervous embarrassment around them (blushing, fidgeting etc)

In honor of the end of a summer in which I ate zero s'mores.

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Eddie catches it, for sure, twenty minutes into the dinner.

"Mox," he says, leaning over. "Mox, what's this dude's deal?"

"Hmm?" Mox mumbles through a mouthful of one of Renee's fancy French potato things.

"Seth?" Eddie whispers. He's lucky Seth is over with Nora, playing peek-a-boo behind a box of cereal. "He's all twitchy. What's his deal?"

Mox is clearly fighting a smile. "Is he bouncing his knee and braiding the ends of his hair?"

"I - yeah. How'd you know?"

Mox rolls his eyes. "It's what he does when he's nervous around somebody."

"Why would he be nervous around me?"

With a sigh, Mox puts down his fork. "I don't know, genius. You figure it out."

It's not until dessert, s'mores on cookies instead of graham crackers, because Renee's bougie and Eddie's glad she is, that it clicks.

Seth squeezed himself next to Eddie, with the excuse that this way Nora could hang out with both of her uncles, but he presses up against Eddie's side like a snuggly puppy. His knee goes the whole time, and the ends of his hair are covered in little braids.

"Oh," Eddie says. His marshmallow flops off the end of his stick.

"Unca Eddie drop his 'mellow," Nora says. She slides off of Seth's lap and toddles over to her mom. "Gimme new?"

"Say please, you little heathen," Renee says, kissing Nora's nose.

"Peas, Mama. Gimme new."

"Close enough," Renee sighs.

Nora looks at Eddie, looks at the marshmallow, and shoves it in her mouth. They all laugh.

"Nora!" Mox says, but he sounds as far from disciplinary as possible.

"You can have mine," Seth says shyly, pretty brown eyes sweet like syrup in the firelight. "I don't know - I like my golden brown, but..."

Eddie pulls it off the end of Seth's marshmallow stick and takes a bite. It's sticky and gooey and all over the place, and he pops it in his mouth with a delighted sigh.

"Your hands are a mess," Seth says. He bites his lip as he looks over at Eddie.

Nora and Renee are having an animated conversation about how to ask nicely without demanding, and why it's important to not eat someone else's food. Mox is recording it.

"They are," Eddie says.

"Let me get that for you." Eddie's still as Seth leans in and sucks the tip of Eddie's finger into his mouth, tongue swirling around until all the marshmallow is gone. "There you go."

He's pretty sure that, if he gets up, Mox will call him on the boner he's suddenly sporting.