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strangererotica · 21 days

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TWO HOLES, ONE DOM

EXPLICIT CONTENT • MINORS DNI • Steddie x Reader smut • MFM established relationship • Dom!Steve • Soft Dom!Eddie • Sub!Reader • Includes degradation kink, rough sex, shower sex, oral sex, anal sex, pretty much all the sex…oh, and spit.

Eddie closed his arms around you from behind, your back pulled to his chest. You were both naked, on his couch, skin flush against skin. Eddie’s breath spread warm and moist along your neck, dusting your shoulders as he peppered kisses across your skin.

“You feel so soft, honey,” he murmured beside your ear. “So soft ‘n pretty.” His hands massaged your breasts, gently kneading them, your nipples perking to meet his palms. Shifting in Eddie’s lap, you arched your back so your ass was pressed against his stiffening cock.

He lifted you slightly by your hips, adjusting his cock so it was pointing between his legs, and sat you down on top of it. Eddie grunted at the feeling of your weight pushing down on him, his cock throbbing between your legs. “Now go ahead and rub, back ‘n forth, just like we talked about,” Eddie instructed.

You did as you’d been told without hesitation, rubbing your cunt against Eddie’s cock. His length was quickly covered in your slick, the veins along his shaft glistening in the dim light of the room. You watched between your legs, gliding forward and back, whimpering each time Eddie’s tip nudged your clit.

“That’s it baby,” he gently praised, his face nestled in your hair. “Rub it just like that-fuck…” Eddie reached around and slid a hand between your thighs, his fingertips finding your clit. You whimpered softly as he stroked you. Against your back, you could feel the muscles in his stomach tensing, his forehead dipping to rest on your shoulder. Eddie grunted your name and a host of unintelligible words as he came, his semen spurting from between your thighs. You watched his cock twitch and pulse, his release spilling onto the floor at your feet.

The sound of the front door opening caught your attention; you and Eddie both looked up to see Steve entering the room. He immediately stopped in the doorway as soon as he saw what was happening, pausing to take in the show, a sly smile on his face. “Well goddamn,” Steve chuckled to himself. “Looks like I got here just in time.” He noticed the look of blissful exhaustion on Eddie’s face, plus the copious amount of semen on the floor, and revised his statement. “…Or maybe a little late?”

Eddie kissed your shoulder and lifted you off his lap, placing your ass on the couch. “I’m done for, honey,” he conceded, an apologetic (but satisfied) smile on his face. He started for the shower, his softening cock swinging as he crossed the room. “But Harrington’s got ya-.” Eddie patted Steve’s shoulder on the way. “-Don’t ya, big boy?”

Steve licked his lips and smacked Eddie’s bare ass as he stumbled off. “Oh I’ve absolutely got her,” he replied, his eyes on you, then nodded toward the couch you were sitting on; “why don’t you lay back, pretty girl, ‘n get ready for me while I get out of these work clothes?”

You did as you were told, resting your head against one of the pillows at the far end of the couch. Steve sat down his work supplies and began to undress, removing his clothes a little slower than he needed to. He knew how much you loved his body, and had no problem showing off for you.

Your hands slid between your thighs; Steve smiled approvingly. It seemed he wasn’t the only one putting on a show for someone tonight.

“That’s a good girl,” he said, discarding his shirt to the floor. “Now show me how you touch yourself, when me and Eddie aren’t here…”

You spread your legs wider for Steve, using two fingers to part your lips and let him see just how sopping wet humping Eddie’s dick had made you.

Steve exhaled, his smile fading to an expression of arousal. He unbuckled his belt, tugging it from the loops in his pants, and discarded it with his shirt. Steve took a few steps toward you, stepping around Eddie’s semen, till he was standing right in front of the couch. He watched you rubbing circles on your clit, his jaw tensed, focused. The bulge in Steve’s pants was straining to be relieved; the outline of his cock throbbed under the fabric.

Your mouth was watering to taste him. You were so thirsty for cum that you were having a hard time resisting the urge to lick Eddie’s off the ground like a bitch. Steve could sense your desperation, and he wanted to make it worse. Steve grabbed a handful of your hair and tugged your face into his crotch, still clothed, his pants undone but not removed. He rubbed your face against his bulge, your lips instinctively parting and wrapping along the outline of his cock. Steve yanked your face back and slapped you lightly across the cheek, not enough to hurt, but enough to put you in your place. “Did I tell you to put your mouth around it?” he snapped, before tossing you back onto the couch.

Steve climbed astride your body, straddling you. “Spread that pussy open,” he ordered. “Let me see my little hole again.” You did as Steve requested, flinching in surprise as he spat directly between your parted lips. Removing his cock from his pants, Steve didn’t give you a chance to see it; he penetrated you immediately, stuffing you whole in one thrust. You gasped at the shock of being filled so abruptly, and Steve smirked down at you. “Take it like a pro, y’know that?” He grabbed one of your ankles, holding onto it for leverage while he pumped you. “Pussy so good it’s gold…Hell, maybe me ‘n Ed should start renting it out now and then, yeah? What do you think…?”

You loved it when they talked down to you like this, especially Steve. You knew it was all for fun; none of the degradation was meant to scratch below the skin, and it never did. All three of you enjoyed it, regardless of which end of the power exchange you, Steve or Eddie happened to be on. But when Steve made you feel small, cheap, dirty…it was pure magic.

“…In fact-.” Steve ceased his assault on your insides, removing his cock from your pussy and lifting you off the couch by your shoulders. “I don’t think one cock’s gonna be enough for this pussy tonight, is it?” You liked where Steve’s mind was going, following him to the bathroom with a smile on your face. Eddie was rinsing himself in the shower, his long hair wet and flattened against his back. The bathroom was steamy and smelled like Eddie’s shampoo. Steve removed his pants, pulled the shower door back and gently took Eddie by the waist, letting him know the two of you were there without startling him.

Eddie wiped the water from his eyes and smiled at his visitors. “Hey pretties,” he said. “What’s up? Oh-.” Steve’s erection prodded Eddie’s thigh. “-It looks like you are, Stevie,” Eddie finished. “Figured the two of you took care of that on the couch?”

Steve shook his head. “I got the sense that our girl needs more than one cock inside her tonight. Isn’t that right, (y/n)?”

You nodded eagerly, because of course Steve was correct. You were feeling especially greedy tonight, and as usual, Steve knew exactly what you needed.

“Get on your knees,” he told you, pointing at the shower floor. “Suck Eddie’s cock till he’s hard again.” Steve took Eddie’s face between his hands and pulled him close, parting Eddie’s lips with his tongue and burying himself between them. You went to your knees and licked at Eddie’s flaccid cock, tasting the warm drops of water that dripped down his body from the shower head. Closing your lips around Eddie’s shaft, you suckled his cock gently at first, then pressed your face forward, nose against the wiry, moist hair of his bush, swallowing him whole. Eddie groaned between Steve’s lips as they made out; Steve’s erection bobbed over your head as you worked Eddie between your lips.

He was fully erect again in less than two minutes. You rose to your feet and switched places with Steve, making out with Eddie while Steve sucked Eddie’s cock. Eddie’s hands roamed your body, exploring your breasts and groping them with that same gentle intensity he had earlier, making you softly weep cum onto Steve’s shoulders. Steve felt it and left Eddie’s cock, tilting his chin upward and pressing his face inside your cunt. You broke away from Eddie’s lips with a moan, your thighs trembling around Steve’s face. Your fingers laced through Steve’s hair, holding yourself steady while he ate you. Eddie knelt forward to take one of your nipples between his teeth, lightly tugging and sucking the perky bud while continuing to grope and massage your other breast.

You came on Steve’s face, grinding yourself over his nose, which you’d been spoiled for since the first time he’d eaten you out this way, on his knees. Steve’s nose fit your cunt perfectly, his tongue slipping inside you every so often as he rocked his head between your thighs, letting you ride him.

Eddie was so hard by now, his balls were aching for relief, his hole feeling empty and desperate to be filled. He kissed Steve’s shoulder from behind, quietly asking “please?” And the pathetic neediness in his voice stroked Steve’s ego so well, there was no way he could deny Eddie any longer.

Steve walked around Eddie so that Eddie was in between you. Eddie reached around you for your breasts with one hand, while the other slid down your belly to your clit. He lined himself up with your pussy, and gently pressed inside you. Your head tipped back, warm water cascading through your hair as you moaned and bucked on Eddie’s cock, reaching forward and bracing your palms against the shower wall. Steve stood back and watched Eddie fucking you, the way his hands gripped into the soft meat of your hips, listening to the wet smacking sound your body and Eddie’s made as he slammed into your cunt.

Steve planted his feet firmly behind Eddie, and closed his hands over his shoulders. Eddie tilted his head back to taste Steve’s tongue again, all the while never slowing his pace inside you. Steve ran his hand along the muscles in Eddie’s throat, while using his other hand to line his tip with Eddie’s hole.

Using the rhythm that Eddie had established while fucking you, Steve pressed his tip just inside of Eddie, letting him rock back and forth at his own pace, gradually taking Steve all the way. When Steve was fully sheathed inside of Eddie, he relaxed with his arms over his head, letting the warm water run over him while Eddie fucked himself on his dick. The fluid motion of Eddie fucking you was enough for Steve, as Eddie squeezed him like a vice with every thrust he made into you. Listening to the combined whimpers and grunts of Eddie and Steve, you felt yourself getting close again. Eddie was coming apart completely, the fullness of Steve in his ass and the grip of you around his cock sending him spiraling.

Eddie choked back a sob when he came, emptying his second load of the night deep inside your cunt, his hand working rhythmically over your clit as he pulled another orgasm from you. Steve grabbed Eddie by the hips, fingernails digging crescent shapes into the skin at his sides, railing into him till he felt his own climax drawing near. Wrapping an arm around Eddie’s chest, Steve bent him forward till both their faces were angled at the shower floor. Steve ejaculated as deep in Eddie’s ass as he could manage, making sure he reminded both of his holes exactly who they belonged to.

When he finished, Steve gently pulled out of Eddie, and breathlessly fell into both his lover’s arms. The three of you were exhausted, in the best possible way, and so in love with each other that it almost hurt. Steve cupped your face and Eddie’s inside his big, warm palms, and shared a kiss with you…tongues tangling together, searching, exploring…hands coiling in hair, water running between each other’s lips and bodies where they met, with no room between the three of you, not even for air…

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justmeinadaze · 2 months

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Secret Underneath Part 2 (Steddie X Plus Size You)

Warnings: Daddy Steddie (Businessman Steve/ Rockstar Eddie) & Plus Size Fem Sub Y/N, SMUT (just pure smut; me working on this may be why I'm so subby right now lol), light smacking, slight spit play( if you squint), spanking, LOTS of dirty talk.

SLIGHT ANGST, like very slight, mentions of insecurities when it comes to the reader and her now knowing who they are. Brief mentions of an ex (that I can use for angst fodder later because I'm me)

More than anything they are feeling each other out and setting up some boundaries.

Word Count: 4835

Part 1

“Y/N, honey, are you alright?”, your friend asks as she lightly touches your shoulder before becoming distracted herself. “Maggie! I swear to God you kids are going to get me to retire early.”

“Promise?”, one of the kids teases.

Blinking, you pull yourself back into the moment, remembering the anonymity everyone requested including you.

“Ok, guys, come on. I think we bothered the people up here enough. There’s a reason they make so much money and it’s because they don’t deal with kids like you.”, you joke as you usher them to follow the guide.

It takes all of your energy not to glance their way again but you can feel their eyes trail after you as you disappear with the class.

After dropping off the kids on campus and making sure everyone gets home safe, you head back to your apartment. As soon as the door shuts you lean against the wood, sliding down to the floor as you cry.

You enjoyed being with Mogul and Rockstar the other night but now you know who they were. Were they going to leave now that you did? They wanted their identities to be private but never said for how long. After what happened, you were willing to wait but now… now what happens?

You hadn’t even began to fully process that they were millionaire womanizer Steve Harrington and famous well known party bad boy rockstar Eddie Munson. Insecurities had already begun to seep into your brain and it killed you.

Your phone vibrated causing you to roll your eyes and glance at the notification that danced across your screen.

(5:15pm) Mogul/Rockstar has invited you for a video chat!

(5:16pm) CurvyBabyWAttitude declined your invitation for a video chat.

(5:17pm) Accept the invitation.

(5:17pm) Please.

(5:18pm) Mogul/Rockstar has invited you for a video chat!

“Yes, Mr. Harrington and Mr. Munson, how can I help you?”, you answer in a short, annoyed tone.

“You can let us see your face for starters. If I wanted to look at the wall I can turn around.”

“Of your penthouse I bet.”

“We’re still in my office. We wanted to reach out earlier but we thought you’d still be on your field trip or at the school.”

“We wanted to give you time to get home so we could talk properly. Are you crying? Why are you crying?”

“Are you fucking kidding me? Look, you don’t have to pander to me, ok? I know now this whole anonymity thing is ruined and you’d rather be with someone more suited to your lifestyle.”

“Define ‘our lifestyle’.”

“For you, Mr. Harrington, I imagine some blond girl with big tits who comes from money and can squeeze her itty-bitty body into the most expensive dress your money can buy. For bad boy Mr. Munson, I see you with more or less the same but she’s cool like Janis Joplin.”

“I do like Janis.”

“So…big tits, money, and blond. Is there a height requirement?”

Your hand covers your mouth as you breathily laugh at their joke.

“No, no height requirement but according to princess here there is a weight limit. I guess because rich men like us are super vain we only care about a woman’s appearance and not her personality.”

“Is that right, honey? Or is the curvy baby with attitude a bit self-conscious?”

“THIS is why we wanted anonymity. We aren’t what you read in the papers, sweetheart. I’d figure the other night would have gone in the category of proving that. If we only cared about what you claim we never would have come down to the hotel.”

After a long exhale, you tilt your phone to allow them to see your face.

“I think you also forget, honey, we have seen you. Yeah, you were wearing that mask but we knew about your body, your hair, and your tits. We’ve had our hands on them, remember?”

“You just caught us off guard today because… now we regret making you wear that sleep mask thing. Your entire face is so fucking beautiful. I wonder if your real name is equally so.”

Leaning your head on your knees, you take in their demeanors on the other end of your screen. They did still seem to be in his office but they were both sitting on a couch within. Steve was still wearing his sleek suit and Eddie in a black shirt with jeans but their eyes were no longer reflecting surprise as they had earlier that day. Right now, they seemed to be displaying genuine concern.

“My name is Y/N.”

Both men softly grinned making you do the same.

“Beautiful… would, um, would you be willing to meet us in a couple of hours at that hotel? We’d like to talk to you some more. Maybe figure some things out when it comes to us three.”

“We’d invite you to our place but we feel like it might make you more comfortable for us to meet somewhere where there’s common ground…so speak.”

“You two live together?”

“Oh good. We can still keep some secrets!”, Eddie chuckles. “Yeah, no point for me to get my own place when I’m on tour a lot and Stevie here travels for work.”

“Ok.”, you nod as you rise to your feet. “I’ll, um, see you both in a couple of hours.”

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Nerves float through you belly as you stand outside the hotel door, exhaling as you prepare for what may be on the other side. To your surprise both men are already there, Steve pacing by the window as he scrolls through his phone while Eddie lays on his back on top of the bed.

As soon as the door closes, they come to attention, pausing as their eyes rake over your body. When you were here last time you had thrown on clothes not caring how you were dressed after your ordeal and today you weren’t expecting to see your two admirers so you were in your jeans and school t-shirt with a messy bun and sneakers.

This time you wanted to show off with your off-shoulder butterfly sleeve green blouse and black skirt that accentuated your curves. The black heels helped fuel any confidence you were lacking and your hair flowed down around you giving you that extra layer of armor as well as hiding that still prominent bruise you had lingering on your skin.

“Jesus Christ.”, Eddie breathed before clearing his throat and glancing towards Steve. “You know, seeing her now, Harrington, she doesn’t hit that height requirement we talked about.”

His friend rolled his eyes as you giggled.

“This is so surreal.”

“What is?”, Steve asked.

“I just…I just read about you the other day. About how you just made a big financial move that made you 400 million dollars. And you…I’ve been listening to your voice for so long. I have your songs on my phone.”

“Yeah? And is that bad?”

“Ah, no, Munson. It’s those insecurities again which by the way I find totally amusing for a girl filled with so much sass.”, the pretty boy grins. “If I may ask, what are the other Daddies like? Why aren’t you like this with them?”

You scoff as you saunter to a nearby chair, place your purse down, and sit crossing your legs. Both men try to control their eyes from scanning along your limbs but Steve in particular struggles to focus on your face as his gaze constantly shifts to your heels.

“A lot of men on there have no idea what they are doing and the men that I have met up with are either trust fund babies or CEOs. They aren’t famous or really worked hard for anything. Personally, I think that’s why they struggle being dominate. They don’t know how to fight or work hard. They barely even know what they want let alone how to take care of me.”

“Goddamn, sweetheart, you are sexy.”, Eddie sighs almost excitedly. “You have no reason to be insecure at all, Y/N. I mean we get it. Like I said, this is part of the reason we wanted the anonymity. We want you to like us for us not our names or status.”

“Is that what happened with your last Baby?”

They glance towards each other again before answering.

“No.”

“No…”

“No.”, Steve says again with more conviction. “No, that’s not what happened.”

“That’s all I get?”

“You get what we give you.”

Your breathing stutters a bit at the metalhead’s words as your pussy clenches at his casual yet confident tone.

“Y/N, honey, can you do me a favor and uncross your legs?” You do as he asks going the extra mile of opening them so they have a good view at your silk black panties underneath. “You have no idea how bad I want to throw those gorgeous high heeled legs over my shoulders and just fucking devour your little pussy till your shaking.”

A small moan escapes your lips but when you try to rub your thighs together for relief Eddie tuts loudly across from you.

“Ah ah, baby. Keep your legs open till we’re done talking and you!”, he chuckles as he gestures towards his friend. “Stay focused.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“When it comes to sex, princess, is there anything we should avoid? Any hard no’s or anything like that?”

“Nothing…too rough. I’m not into masochistic stuff like canes and flogs but you can hit me or spank me. You’ll probably be doing that a lot.”

“Oh, don’t worry, baby girl. We can handle the brat.”, Steve grins as he winks, taking off his suit jacket and tie, tossing them on the other chair beside him.

“What about you two?”

That gives them pause before they smirk and the mogul continues rolling up his sleeves.

“Would you believe you’re the first woman to ask us that?”, Eddie ask as he shakes his head. “No, pretty girl. As long as you’re vocal and tell us when or if you’re uncomfortable, we’re happy. That being said, do you have a safe word you prefer?”

“I’m alright with ‘red’, Daddy.”

Steve walks to your side and extends his hand out for you to take so he can guide you to the edge of the bed beside Eddie before descending to his knees. The long-haired boy brushes some of your hair back and his ringed fingers lightly trace your bruise.

“How does this feel? Still hurt?”

“Yes, sir, but not as much as before.”

“Fucking asshole putting his hands on our baby girl.”, he growled low as his lips kiss your skin.

“That’s another thing, Y/N, because apparently we weren’t clear last time. You are ours. You belong to us and in turn we take care of you.”

“Are we still…still…keeping this a secret?”, you inquire trying to focus as Eddie’s kisses trailed to your neck while Steve’s mouth lingered on your thigh.

“Is that alright? Till we get more comfortable with each other and the dynamic.”

“Y-Yes, Daddy. Please.”

“Please what, baby? What do you want?”, the rockstar breathes in your ear.

“I want Daddy to eat my pussy.”

You watch as Steve’s head disappears into your skirt making you groan when his nose presses against your panty covered core and you feel him inhale.

“Fuck, she smells so fucking good.” His wide tongue flattens against the fabric and Eddie grins as your mouth falls open. “Jesus, Ed, and she tastes so sweet. Let’s get these off, honey.”

Nodding aggressively, you helped him pull down your panties and he tossed them towards his jacket. He licked a strip between your folds, wrapping his mouth around your clit, and repeating the process as his eyes watched your face.

“Oh fuck, Daddy.”

Eddie’s hand cups your cheek as he brings your lips to his, open mouth kissing you as his own tongue caresses yours. Your body abruptly jostles as Steve bunches your skirt around your waist and throws your legs over his shoulders before pressing his face into your cunt as his tongue vigorously flicked your bundle of nerves.

Your fingers threaded through his hair as you fell back against the mattress and grinded your hips. His large palms glide up your stomach as the other man lifts off your shirt and throws it to the floor. You moan, gripping the mogul’s wrist as his digits pinch and roll your nipple between them.

“Oh my God, yes, Daddy! I’m gonna cum!

Your orgasm crashes into you like a wave as Steve shakes his head from side to side helping you ride out your high. Refusing to slow down by any means, the man’s arms circle your hips, holding them down as he continues to run his tongue between you folds as he builds you back up.

Feeling a warmth beside you, you shift your gaze to see a now naked Eddie on his knees stroking himself by your face.

“Do you want Daddy’s cock, pretty girl?” When you don’t respond, his palm lightly smacks your cheek, his eyes scanning yours for discomfort when they finally meet. “I asked you something.”

“M’sorry. Da-Daddy’s mouth feels sooooo good.”

“Maybe I should have him stop so you can pay attention.”

“NO! No, please. I’ll listen! I’ll listen. I’ll listen.” When he repeated his question, you nodded as your free hand started to reach for him.

“No, baby. Just keep your hands on Steve. Fun fact, he kind of likes when you pull his hair while he’s making you feel good.”, Eddie grins as his palm pets your head. “Just keep your throat open for me, okay?”

“Okay, Daddy.”

A guttural moan left the rockstars lips when his cock slid through your parted ones. His girth overwhelmed you instantly but you loved the way he tasted as every vein dragged along your tongue.

“Fuck, sweetheart. That’s it. God damn Steve, her mouth feels amazing.”

As the metalhead began subtly thrusting his hips, you did what he suggested, gripping the other man’s hair tightly in your fingers as you tried not to gag.

“Hey. Hey, hey, hey.”, Eddie panted as he pulled himself back and you collected some air. “It’s ok to gag and drool, baby. We don’t mind it messy, trust me, and the thought of this pretty face choking on my cock just…fuck. Oh, wait. You’re going to cum again aren’t you?”, he says in an almost mocking tone that has your pussy clenching.

Almost abruptly, Steve climbs up your body and snake one of his hands behind your neck, lifting you just enough for your forehead to lean against his. Pushing his ring and middle finger into your core, the sound of your slick filled the room as he thrust them into you at a brutal pace.

“Cum again, baby. Come on. Soak Daddy’s fingers.”, he chanted under his breath as one of your arms wrapped around his neck. “I gotchu, Y/N. Daddy’s right here. Cum, baby girl. Keep your eyes open and on me.”

You screamed as the coil snapped, panting as your hair was yanked back.

“Keep your eyes open, little girl!”

His large digits continue to pump into you, slowing their rhythm as you gradually come down from your high with both men murmuring praises as they hovered above you.

Through heavy lidded eyes you see them smirk at each other as Eddie pats his shoulder as if to say thank you before he maneuvers around on the bed, flipping you onto your stomach, and pushing you up on all fours.

Steve lays on his back and hastily adjusts you till your in-between his legs. With a hungry gaze, you watch as he unbuckles his belt and pushes down his pants just enough to free his cock, stroking it in front of you as you wait.

“Go head, Y/N.”, Eddie permits making you smile as you tongue darts out to lick the precum off his tip. “Atta girl. Remember, it’s ok to be messy.”

“Just tap me twice if you need a minute, honey.”

“Ok, Daddy. Oh-Oh fuck.”

While you two were talking, the rockstar had placed himself behind you, collecting your arousal with his length before guiding himself into your entrance. You whimper at his size as your nails claw under Steve’s button up shirt down his abs.

“Fuck me, baby. I know. I’m sorry. I’m trying—shit—I’m trying to go slow but your pussy is just pulling me in…squeezing Daddy so tight.”

The man underneath you bit his lip as your face scrunched in pleasure.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N. Such a good girl taking him so well.” Your hand wrapped around him as your mouth enveloped his cock, taking him as far down as you could. “Fuck, good-good girl.”

Once he was fully sheathed inside of you, Eddie waited, allowing you to get accustomed to him while you focused on his friend. Taking his recommendation, you lowered yourself as far down as you could, gagging around Steve’s massive size, and coming off him quickly leaving trail of spit that lingered on your chin.

“There you go. God, Y/N, that felt amazing. Do you want Daddy to take control?”

“Please… I trust you.”

Almost too gently, he lifted your hair into a ponytail, caressing your lips with his thumb as they fell open while Eddie began thrusting into you. When his cock found its way into your mouth again, however, he was anything but.

His mushroom tip hit the back of your throat repeatedly as he guided your head lower and lower onto his lap.

“You’re doing so good, honey. Fuck! K-Keep your tongue flat. That’s it, baby. Just like that. Mmm get Daddy nice and wet. Yeah? Is Eddie fucking you nice and deep?”

Tears consistently fell at the euphoria you were feeling as Eddie’s cock hit all the right places inside of you and then some while Steve’s words and actions were making you clench the rockstar to an almost a painful degree.

“Fuck, man!”, he blissfully shouted as he spanked your behind and slowed his pace as he watched his cock disappear inside you. “She fucking loves sucking your dick. Every time she gags, her cunt wraps tighter around me.”

The pretty boy grins as he pets your head and dries some of your tears.

“You like sucking my cock, pretty girl?”

“Y-Yes, Daddy, I love it.

“Can Daddy fuck your tight your little throat till you both cum?”

“Yes, Daddy, please!”

Eddie stills long enough for his friend to rise to his knees and slide himself back into your mouth, matching his pace as they both thrust into you. Your orgasm takes you by surprise as you roughly tap on Steve’s body and he immediately pulls back as your upper body collapses on the mattress. The rockstar grunts as reaches over to grab your hair, bringing you flush against his chest as he chases his release. His arms circle around to your tummy and you place your own on top of his as he slams his seed inside of you.

“Thank you.”, you whisper as you pant against his cheek and in response he tilts his head to kiss your lips.

“Come here, baby girl.”, Steve coos, his head ticking to the side when you shake yours.

“I don’t want to ruin your suit, Daddy.”

Smiling softly, he takes you in his arms and you can’t help but inhale his scent as you nuzzle your face into his neck. After placing you on the pillows, he tugs his shirt over his head and removes the pants the rest of the way.

“I don’t care about my clothes, honey. All that matters to me is that you’re comfortable and taken care of. Plus, it’s kind of sexy to me to have your gorgeous, naked, sweat covered body against my suit.”

Positioning himself between your legs, he brings one over his shoulder and lets out a long, pleasure filled sigh as he guides his cock into your somewhat overstimulated and dripping pussy.

“God…fuck me.”

At this angle, it felt like he was splitting you in half but in the best possible way.

“Mmph, fuck, Daddy. You’re so big.”

“I know, Y/N. I know but you can take it. You’re doing so well already.” Steve’s lips kiss your ankle just below your high heel as he gradually began finding his rhythm. “Keep your eyes on me, baby.”

When you didn’t do what he told you to, you felt him lean over you as he pressed his palms into the mattress to steady himself.

“Y/N, stop making us repeat ourselves. Now, open your eyes.”

“I-I’m sorry, Daddy. You feel—mmm—so good. I can’t—”

“Yes you can, little girl. Don’t let our kindness fool you. We can be mean when we need to be and have no problem punishing bad girls.”

Your eyes open to meet his dominate ones and just as Eddie had he scans your face for any signs of discomfort. When he found none, he rested his forehead on your own.

“This is the first time we’re really getting to see them.” Steve rolls his waist and you mewl as he roughly hits that sensitive spot inside you. “Right there? Ok, baby.”

His jaw goes slack as he pounds into you, slamming into you g-spot over and over again turning you into a moaning mess that drives him crazy. Pushing back on to his knees, you watch as a glob of spit falls from his mouth before he utilizes his thumb to rub it into your clit.

“FUCK! I’m gonna cum!”

The bed shakes underneath you as skin smacking skin loudly echoes through the room. The coil in your belly snaps for the final time that night and Steve’s lips crash to yours to capture every moan he can. After a few moments, his head dips to your side and his groans fill your ear as he empties himself inside you.

You wince as the man tries to carefully pull out, murmuring apologies as he kisses your face.

“Here, sweetheart, drink this.”, Eddie instructs in a gentle tone as he hands you a glass of water that you promptly chug back. “I’m going to go figure out how to turn the rocket ship they a call a tub into a bath so we can get you all clean.”

You giggle at his joke as Steve over exaggeratedly sighs as he presses his face into the pillow beside yours.

“He’s just trying to impress you by seeming more ‘down to earth’. Our bathrooms at home are more or less the same.”

“I’m sure they are better than mine. It’s a 30 sq ft cube and I shower with the door open so I don’t feel like I’m actually IN the movie Cube.”

His eyes scan you over as you laugh at your circumstance.

“I hope this doesn’t come off as rude so if it is please tell me but…you don’t make enough with the website to get a better apartment?”

“I don’t think it’s rude. Um, no. I don’t deal with too many Daddies. I mean I deal with them but not enough to actually get anything going or keep them around long term. Either they can’t handle me or I can’t tolerate them.”

“Girl who knows what she wants?”

“Girl who’s been through enough and is tired of wasting her time.”

He nods as Eddie saunters back into the bedroom to tell you the bath is ready but as he casually comes around to pick you up, you stop him.

“It’s ok. You don’t need to…”

As you start to climb out of bed, he places his palm on your chest and pushes you back down.

“I don’t need to what?”

“You don’t need to try and lift me.”

“Good to know.”, he responds sarcastically as he effortlessly lifts you in his arms. “Thankfully I don’t need to try. I already know what I can and can’t do.”

After removing your skirt and heels and placing you in the water, the metalhead climbs in behind you and begins cleaning your body as Steve, now donning boxers, places himself on the edge.

“Am I allowed to ask questions?”

“Of course, sweetheart, but we decide whether or not to answer.”

“I guess that’s fair.”

“Did you have a particular question in mind, honey or…?”

“Just some general things.”, you shrug. “Like I know you make a lot of money but I don’t actually understand what you do.”

“Um, the short answer would be I’m an investor, I guess. My father owned and ran an advertising firm that I took over. Then I utilized those funds to buy and resell properties. That business move you mentioned? I bought a building in Las Vegas and spruced it up. Since it was right on the strip it sold for a high dollar value.”

“Did that go right over your head?”, Eddie asked in jest.

“A bit.”, you smile shyly.

“Those kids you brought…what do you teach that would bring them to my office?”

“Oh, that wasn’t my class. I was helping my friend with her field trip because another teacher called in sick. She teaches economics; I teach English.”

Both men make a subtle ah noise as they chuckle.

“Almost all of students know you.”, you smile as you shift your focus to the rockstar. “They say you need to post more on social media.”

“Yeah, I have no idea how any of that works. I just post what they tell me and Gareth runs our band one. I’m an old man, sweetheart.”

“Oh my god. No, you aren’t.”, you laugh as you keen into his chest.

You don’t see it but both men exchange another look before Eddie wraps his arms over your own and holds you tightly against him as he kisses your shoulder.

“I’m, um, assuming that doesn’t bother you…that we are older?”

“Most sugar daddies are, honey.”

“That’s not what I asked.”, Steve scolds as he reaches out to lightly grip your chin.

“No, it doesn’t bother me.” Nodding at your answer, he releases you to take hold of your hand and help you to your feet to step onto the bathmat allowing the metalhead to do the same so he can dry you. “Do it bother you?”

“No, baby girl, it doesn’t.”

“Now if any younger guys are out here hitting on you—“ Eddie smiles when your loud belly laugh cuts him off.

“Trust me, no one is hitting on me. I’m not saying that in like an insecure way. I’m just, usually my sarcasm gets in the way.”

After leading you back into the bedroom, you’re surprised when Steve grabs his shirt and puts it on you, falling to his knees as he closes the buttons.

“This material feels nice.” A sexy smirk paints his face as you watch his fingers move. “Smells like you.”

As soon as he completes his task, his face presses into your stomach as his hands tenderly trail up one of your legs.

“I smell cigarettes to. Almost like my best friend insists on smoking around me.”

“Oh, sure, because you don’t smoke with me sometimes.”, Eddie teases as you both smile. “I like that you smell like us both though. Let’s people know you belong to someone already.”

Taking a hold of your bicep, he guides you under the covers and you immediately spoon your body into his as he circles his arm around you again.

“Should I…remove my profile from the site?”, you ask sleepily as Steve lays in front of you and brushes some of your hair away from your face.

“We would appreciate that. Tomorrow we can give you our number so we can talk directly on the phone and get some more information so we can send you money when you need it. I would also like to work on getting you a better place to stay. I don’t like you being in a small place where—”

“Steven.”, Eddie chuckles as he interrupts his friend. “Look at her.”

As his eyes glanced over you, he realized you had fallen asleep, your steady breathing and calm face making them swoon.

“Am I asking for too much? I hate the idea of her living somewhere she isn’t comfortable.”, the mogul inquires as he slides further under the covers and caresses your skin while the rockstar props up on his elbow.

“She doesn’t seem like the kind of woman to do anything that would make her uncomfortable.”, he grins. “But no, I don’t think you’re going overboard.”

“You know how we are. That’s why women always took advantage of us.”

“That’s why we’re taking things a bit slower this time so we don’t have another incident like last time.”

Steve growled under his breath at the thought.

“I don’t think Y/N would be as vindictive as our ex was. Yeah she’s got a mouth but she seems up front and honest. I like that.”

“Me to.”

“I hope we aren’t wrong about this one, Ed.”

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littlebabyyd0ll · 8 months

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KINKTOBER DAY TWO, SUBDROP

Dom!Steve x Sub!reader

Her beauty, her sadness. A sweet angel girl who puts her boyfriend first, and let’s her little head get all fuddled. It’s a good thing Steve knows you like the back of his hand.

Warnings: p in v smut! not very vivid descriptions. Subdrop, daddy kink. Reader is just tired and lets herself get into a scene when she should j rest. Soft!Dom!Steve. use of 'dada' in subspace.

18+! enjoy!

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It’s normal for you to cry during sex. During anything, really. Steve’s used to your glimmering eyes and trembling pout, the little whimpers that leave your lips. He’s always called you his little crybaby, used to wiping the tears away from under your eyes and kissing your tear-stained cheeks better. Sweet little you, so innocent and purehearted, even the littlest of things set you off. That one time you saw Dustin stand on a spider, when Darth Vader died (‘He’s literally the bad guy, baby.’ “so!’), when your food was too hot and burnt your tongue. Some people would have surely found your sensitive soul irritating, but it was one of the things Steve loved most about you. That, and his chest swelled at the thought of being your saviour from the tears.

But these tears, these were different.

It had started the same, a little wail when his finger circled your puffy little clit, a trickle of saltine tears falling down your cheeks. He’d cooed and mocked your sweet little pout, just as he normally would. But the tears got worse when he flipped you onto your front and pushed inside of you. You’d given a sob as he pushed his cock inside of your dripping hole. Again, it wasn't unlike you to cry and whimper at the burn of the stretch. That’s why Steve hadn't thought much of your little sobs at first.

They just kept on coming. With every thrust, every time the front of his thighs slapped against the back of yours, you let out a pitiful cry. Your head stays flat against the ruffled mattress, tears collecting a puddle beneath you. Normally, in a position like this, you try your hardest to sit up against him, to be closer to him, to kiss his lips. Yet, you're as still as anything, hands bunched up besides you.

Steve allows his thrusts into you to slow, pushes the thoughts of his own pleasure aside to run a hand soothingly down your arched back.

“Where are you baby, huh? You with daddy?” He asks patiently, thumb running slowly across your warm skin. He’s too good for you, and your mushed up mind can’t handle it

you shake your head with a sob, one that wracks your chest and breaks his heart. “‘m gone, daddy.” And then the river flows, sobs wracking your little form as Steve eases himself out of you. He gives a gentle hush as he pulls you up by your underarms. You instantly cower into him, naked and shaking.

“Hey, shh. You're okay, sweet girl. You're so good, you know that?” He tucks your head underneath his chin. Massive hands run up and down your arms soothingly. “My best girl, using your words. So proud of you, baby”

“Dada.” It’s how he knows you're so gone, so lost in confusing thoughts and just being so much smaller than him that you cant even get the right words out – you only ever call him this when youre so far deep in subdrop.

“Daddy’s got you, daddy’s here, baby.”

“‘M sorry.” His heart aches, because you think that he’s mad at you. You think that he’s angry that your tears got in the way of sex. He’s not, never would be. “‘M so sorry, dada.”

“Nothing to be sorry about, angel.” He kisses at your hairline. “‘M so glad you told me. Such a good girl. My good little girl. What’s got you all in your head, huh?”

You whine, pushing your face further into his naked chest.

“You’re okay. You can talk to daddy, brave girl. It’s only words.” It’s then that you realise that he’s rocking you both gently, helping you in your heady, little-like headspace. He’s warm, hes so warm, just like he always is. It grounds you, makes you want to dive into his skin where its safe, where you know he’ll watch over you and care for you forever.

The words come out muffled when you finally speak them, pushed against him and mumbled. “So tired, dada. J-Just wanted to be good for you, wanna be a good girl. Wanted you to,” A choked sob leaves your lips, “f-feel good!.”

Steve huffs through his nose, arms wrapping harder around you and he pulls you close, holds you to him like a vice. His precious angel, putting him and his pleasure first even when it gets you like this. He hates that you let yourself get to this point without telling him, hates that he didn't notice beforehand.

“I’m so sorry, sweet girl. Daddy’s sorry that he didn’t notice how tired you are. Bet you feel all foggy and confused, yeah?” You nod vehemently, sniffling slightly. It feels better to have the words out, to have Steve know. “Thank you for telling me, sweetheart. My beautiful girl. Too good to me.” You shuffle slightly, lifting your head to look at him. “There’s my girl.”

God, he’s beautiful. Handsome enough to have you forgetting all about your sticky tears and shaking limbs. His hair’s a mess and his cheeks are flushed. Steve’s golden brown eyes are focused on you, on only you, and they penetrate into the depths of your heart. You know he cares, know that he ;oves you, know that he would put you before anything else.

You’re the luckiest girl alive.

“Can daddy give you a little kiss, baby? Just a little kiss ‘n we’ll go get you cleaned up.”

The nod you give is small, but the twitch upwards in your lip gives his heart the pulse back to life that he needs. Gives him hope that all this will blow over, and his sweet little crybaby will be back soon.

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darnell-la · 5 months

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Do you cream or squirt?

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pairing: sub!dom!steve harrington x nervous!reader x dom!eddie munson

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“Oh, I know you’re not talking about lasting long, Munson. Didn’t you just have a 10-second jerk-off session last week?” Y/n brought up a story he had told her and Steve a few days ago.

“That doesn’t count! I was being edged,” Eddie said, remembering how hard that day was for him when they were all out at the mall. Thinking back on it only angers him.

“By what? Magazines?” Y/n laughed with Steve as Eddie cliched his knuckles until they turned yellow. “Chill, it’s just a joke,” Steve said. “Jokes? Okay, well, how about you tell us about the day you creamed your pants when you know who showed up at the pool last year,” Eddie said.

Y/n hasn’t heard of this story yet, and Steve planned to keep it that way. “Oh my god, because of who?” Y/n asked, really wanting to know who it was. She’s too nosy, and that nosiness is a lane she probably wouldn’t be able to process or handle.

“Was it Nancy!?” She shouted, making Eddie laugh. “Oh, it sure wasn’t Nancy. It was someone way hotter than that,” Eddie locked eyes with Steve, trying to push Steve’s buttons since he constantly clowns Eddie with y/n.

“It’s no one,” Steve said as he broke eye contact with Eddie and flopped back on Eddie’s beg, getting his head lightly against the headboards. Eddie and y/n laughed at Steve’s clumsiness.

“Oh, cmon’ Steve! How bad did you cream your pants, that you don’t want to tell me? I’ve heard worse. Trust me,” y/n said.

“How about you ask Eddie since he’s the 10-second man,” Steve said. “It’s not like he didn’t rub one off after,” Steve started getting personal, and y/n knew it. She loved this side of them. It was so fun.

“Cmon’ bestie! Tell me about your 10-second mission. Don’t gotta be embarrassed,” y/n looked at Eddie as Steve chuckled in the background, knowing Eddie didn’t have the balls himself to tell her.

“Doesn’t matter,” Eddie replied. “Oh, now it doesn’t matter!? That’s hilarious!” Steve laughed as y/n rolled her eyes. “C'mon’! It’s not that serious,” y/n needed to know. She hates not knowing things.

“Hey, since you like these dirty secrets, how about you tell us yours, huh?” Eddie began getting defensive. “Like what, Eddie?” Y/n asked because her sex life has always been boring, and they know this.

“Tell us if you cream or squirt,” Eddie fought back. Steve’s jaw dropped at the demand. He would love to know to make his fantasies more realistic, but having it asked so randomly, shocked him.

“What? Fuck no! That’s different,” Y/n said. “No, it’s not. We’re all besties here, right? I tell you when I get my cock suck, and you can’t even tell me if you cream?” Eddie said, shocking y/n to the core.

“It’s not important,” the young lady said, not wanting to tell them about herself like that. “Oh, now you don’t want to share secrets? C'mon’, tell me. It’s all fun and games after all, right?” Eddie said, locking eye contact.

“I- I can’t just- Guys, I can’t just say things like that,” she said. “Why not? It’s not like we’re gonna judge you, ain’t that right Stevie?” Eddie asked Steve. “Yeah, of course not,” Steve said as y/n tried making herself comfortable on Eddie’s bed. Now she’s nervous and they can both tell.

“Besides, whatever you say will be hot either way,” Eddie said, definitely shocking y/n. Yes, they all flirt, but during a time like this? She’s never experienced it. Ever.

“C'mon, princess, it’s not that hard. Squirter or creamer?” Eddie asked as he shifted himself closer to Y/n, pressuring her to tell them and to make her feel a type of way. Maybe he can pull off what he’s been thinking about for a while now.

“I- I uh, I cream a little but I call myself a squirter. I uh, I usually squirt a lot though. A little too much,” y/n nervously said. Eddie clapped his hands as Steve’s jaw dropped again. He can’t believe she told them.

“Well, look at that. It wasn’t so hard, right?” Eddie asked as y/n nodded her head hesitantly. “Now, why have you been hiding such a thing from us, hm?” Eddie asked as he laid a finger on y/n’s thigh.

“B-Because I didn’t think it was uh, it was something serious,” she replied. “Well, now you know, and you know not to keep any more secrets from us, right?” Eddie asked. “Y-Yes,” Y/n said.

“Yes, what?” Eddie asked, shocking y/n all the way now. “What?” She asked. “Yes, what, y/n? You know what I want to hear,” Eddie said as his fingers trailed to her inner thighs. Steve stayed in the back in silence, growing hard at how nervous y/n was.

“I don’t know what you want me to say, Eddie. Like, what are we even doing right now?” Y/n said as she tried pulling Eddie’s hang away but he kept his position.

“I think it’s pretty unfair how much you make us cum to only the thought of you when you could have been cumming on our cocks like you say you can,” Eddie said.

“What!? Eddie, I- I don’t know what’s going on but-“ y/n tried saying. “I want you to show me how much that pussy comes,” Eddie began leaning over y/n.

The girl leaned back, trying to avoid body touch until she realized she was leaning back into Steve. She went to get up, but Steve pulled her up close to him as Eddie got comfortable over her.

“Don’t panic, sweetheart. We just wanna feel you, okay?” Steve whispered in the girl's ear. “Guys, wait! We can’t be- I can’t do this,” she said. “And why is that? Afraid you’re gonna soak my bed? It’s fine, doll face. I’ve wanted that for years,” Eddie said.

The metal head made his movie and connected his lips to y/n’s. She instantly melted into the kiss as Steve snaked his hands around her and groped at her tits.

“You like this, baby? Just say red if you don’t want this,” Steve said as he began touching the girl, eventually gathering himself to pull her shirt up and let her tits free, out of her bra.

“S-Steve,” y/n moaned at the boy's pinch around her nipples. “I-I can’t guys. I just can’t,” the girl whined at this new feeling. No one has ever played with her tits like this.

“Yes, you will,” Eddie pulled away from their kiss and began tugging at her skirt. “Wait- Wait, Eddie, you can’t- Wait, no, I don’t- Eddie,” y/n didn’t know what to say.

“Ssh, doll face. Let me feel your cunt. You’ve been making me wait for so long,” Eddie slightly whined as he kept tugging at her clothes while he pulled his loose jeans and boxers down, just enough for his rock-hard cock to spring out.

“Just look at him, y/n. He’s begging for it,” Eddie pouted, finally getting y/n’s skirt off. “Little panties? You were right earlier, Steve. They are pink,” Eddie looked up at Steve, already close to cumming, just by touching her nice-sized tits.

“You know, you’re not so slick wearing all of this around us. Don’t tell me you're wearing this shit, not to be noticed by one of us and used. They’re just so — pretty,” Eddie traced a finger up along her clothed wet folds.

“Never knew our bestie was a whore. You wanted us to stuff you, hm? Just tell me, princess. Tell me you’ve always wanted this,” Eddie began slowly pulling her panties to the side.

“Fucking say it, or you’ll regret making me wait,” Eddie threatened as he ripped her panties clean off. “I’ve always wanted this!” Y/n cried out. Eddie saw a drop of bodily fluid leak from her cunt as she spoke.

“Fuck, I’m gonna fuck you ‘till you can’t breathe,” Eddie said before making his way in between the girl's legs. “Eddie,” y/n said low, still not knowing if this was right.

“Let him use you, sweetheart. Don’t wanna make us mad, right?” Steve asked as he pinched down harder on her nipples, making her cry no. “No!” She whined as her back arched. Eddie hadn’t even slipped in yet.

“Now, let’s see if you were telling the truth. Don’t hold back on me, Angel,” he said before pushing at her entrance. Eddie pushed forward until he was completely in the whiny girl.

“Wait!” Y/n cried out at the sudden feeling of being filled. She’s never felt so full in her life. “E-Eddie,” y/n gripped the long-haired boy's shoulders as Steve shifted his hips. Fuck, he’s close.

“Too much,” y/n got out as Eddie pulled back, but thrust back in, to stretch her out enough before he did what he wanted with her. “Get used to it, or you’ll just be crying on my cock,” Eddie said, inches from her face as he pulled back out, then slammed right back into her wet hole.

“P-Please!” Y/n begged as she felt herself soak his cock, only making it easier for him to fuck her. “Eds!” Y/n moaned as tears streamed down her face. “I’m so full,” he cried as Eddie smirked and Steve groaned in her ear.

“When I tell you, she’s a tight one, Harrington. I fucking mean it. She’s sucking me in like a fucking fleshlight,” Eddie groaned as the sound of his balls slapping against y/n’s ass, filled the room.

“Agh,” y/n’s eyes rolled and her head fell back. “A-A lot, Eds, a lot!” Y/n cried as she felt herself clinching around Eddie like she’s never done before to a cock. He can’t believe it. He can’t believe how dick drunk she’s been for him all this time.

He let that thought sit in his mind as he picked his paste up to fuck her harder. Why did she keep this from them? All the times they’ve gone to the bathroom in public to rub one off, knowing she would have been so easy to get on her knees and suck them dry.

“You’re in for it, y/n,” Eddie growled in her ear as he connected a free hand of his to her neck, tightly. “Eds! Eds!” Y/n cried in pain and pleasure as her walls clenched around his veiny cock before she finally exploded.

“Eddie!” She moaned loud as her cunt released everything Steve and Eddie needed. Y/n’s head stayed back and eyes stayed fucked out as Steve still played with her tits and Eddie pumped into her like he’s never fucked before.

“P-Please,” y/n begged for mercy as one hand reached up at Steve’s hair and the other to Eddie’s. “Please fuck me,” she begged, feeling another orgasm around the corner.

“Oh fuck,” Eddie groaned with a chuckle, as well as Steve as Eddie connected his last free hand to y/n’s waist. “You wanna take me now, baby? Wanna suck me fucking dry of my cum? What a fucking slut. I bet you made Steve cum already, hm?” Eddie asked as he looked behind y/n.

Steve nodded his head fast with a whine, still grinding against y/n’s back like a starved sex slave. “Gonna fill this cunt up, baby. You have no fucking choice,” Eddie slightly moaned as his thrusts got sloppy.

“Fucking hell, I — Baby, I- I’m cumming,” Eddie moaned in y/n ear, not noticing but tightening his grip on her neck and waist. She couldn’t complain though. Y/n loved the feeling of his grip on her neck.

“Holly fuck!” Eddie whined as his hips bucked a few times. His cum leaked from the weak girl's hole as Steve dropped his head back onto the headboard.

“Agh,” y/n moaned as she tightened around him again. This time he pulled out and let her squirt all over his lower body and bed. “Fuck, that’s a lot, baby,” Eddie groaned as he disconnected his hand from her waist and rubbed her folds, making sure everything comes out.

“Mhm,” y/n shifted. She’s never been this overstimulated before, and they can tell. “You fucking like that?” Eddie leaned towards her face, hand still tight around her neck. “Should I fuck this pussy full again?” Eddie asked, but y/n couldn’t speak back.

“I will,” Steve said. “Oh, shit,” Eddie chuckled as he got up. Steve moved from under y/n, showing how weak and limp she got. She still leaking her and Eddie’s cum.

“You just lay there and look cute. I’ll do the work,” Steve moved y/n on the bed, the way he needed her as Eddie sat right next to her face. “Hey, I’m still hard. Put that pretty mouth to use,” Eddie looked down at y/n as she struggled to keep her eyes open.

“Wait, wait. Baby, what color do you say when you need a break?” Eddie asked as Steve stroked himself in front of her entrance. “R-Red,” y/n slurred. “Should we go red?” Eddie asked, slightly worried.

“No. I just wanna be fucked,” y/n said low as she looked up at Eddie. “Don’t worry, doll face. You will,” Eddie said right before Steve shoved his cock into her already wet and used cunt.

As y/n moaned loudly, Eddie used that chance to push his tip into her mouth. “So fucking- oh my god,” Steve’s legs began to shake at the amazing feeling of his best friend's cunt so wet and tight around him.

“That’s it, baby. Suck me up,” Eddie rubbed y/n cheek as he lazily thrust into her mouth. “You’re our personal whore, you understand? No more of these wacky links. You’re ours,” Eddie made rules.

“And if you disobey anything we give you, princess, you’re fucking dead,” Steve said. “Understand?” Eddie asked, but y/n just looked up at him. She understands, but what will they do if she doesn’t comply.

“One chance is all you get,” Steve said as he grabbed y/n’s legs and pushed them back, causing him to fuck into her cunt deeper at a new angle. “Fuuuck!” Y/n cried as the clapping and gagging noises in the room grew.

“You’re so fucked,” Eddie chuckled as he leaned over a little bit to rub y/n’s sensitive bud. “Agh, no!” Y/n cried at the feeling of everything. Even Eddie’s cocky pushed further into her throat after he leaned over and Steve picked up his paste, causing her body to jolt back into Eddie’s cock. This is definitely all she wanted.

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emsgoodthinkin · 7 months

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18+

“Oh.. hell yea baby bounce on it”

You and Steve have been together for 5 months now. Met in college, specifically art class, he was forced to take an elective, anything for him to graduate. That’s when he saw you in the middle of the room.. naked. Well kinda, there was a long white sheet wrapped around you. Figure drawing was that days subject.

You seemed happy? Not at all flustered having all eyes on you, Steve was a bit intimidated, not only because of how beautiful you looked and all, but everything about you made the whole room glow. And made the bulge in his pants grow.

After class he was the last one out, he wanted to talk to you, little were you aware he was stuck behind in the room; that’s when you dropped the sheet to put your clothes back on. You both screamed in sync and he scrambled out of the door faster than you could’ve blinked.

Later that afternoon, you seen him in the library and came up to him to talk about the book he was reading. He was surprised you didn’t mention the incident, and since then you two hit it off.

He knew you were a virgin, so heavy make out sessions, mutual masturbation and lots of oral was the base of your guys relationship.

You woke up, extremely needy and horny. No vibrator or dildo could sedate your craving other than Steve. He wanted to take his time with you, telling you that you’ll know when the time is right. He made a mistake years ago losing his to quickly so in his terms, he’s doing you a favor. In your terms, he’s torturing you.

You swear he gets off on it.

You’ve been rubbing your pussy up against your hand every five seconds at work, coaxing him through sexy texts and lewd photos. Trying to give him the heads up you’re ready for him to finally fuck you. Or “make love” as he’d exclaim. same shit

He’s usually arrived home by the time you get off of work and today, you were definitely worked; panties have been sticking to your cunt since 10 this morning

“I need you now!” you shout kicking your shoes off and tossing your bag elsewhere, meanwhile, he’s wide-eyed, staring at you with a mouth full of cereal

“Pardon?”

“Steve baby please I love you so much but I need your cock in me right now, I’ve been so horny all day, I mean I can literally smell myself through my own pants right now,” you admit ridding him of the bowl, climbing into his lap, immediately grinding your hips

He scoffs.

“Baby we’ve been through this.. damn, really can smell it huh?” he replies cursing himself, biting his lip, “I thought we were going to wait? you know I want it to be special for you”—

“and it will be, please I promise I’m ready” you pout

The heavy feeling of you has him already babbling.

—“just like that baby, bounce it a little bit — y-yeah that’s it there we go,” he strains bucking, his hips up into yours, cock fully solid

“yeah? like that daddy?”—

“Don’t! Stop that.. fuck, don’t call me that, you know what that does to me”

“what does it do hm?” you lean down to nip his ear, “does it make you wanna fuck my brains out?”

He growls, moving your hips faster “What the fuck are you doing? Why are you doing this to me, fuck! keep bouncin, keep boucin that hot pussy on my dick sweetheart oh— shit”—

“Come on Stevie you know you want it, you’ve been dying to feel my pussy squeeze it, anytime with you will be s-speacial, just.. PLEASE!” you, almost in tears, begging; your thighs are burning the faster and harder you grind

“Ahhh, fuck it, get up!”, he demands angrily and eagerly ripping your pants and soaked panties off—

“Open those fuckin legs, ill make ya feel real special tonight”

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hoppingonjim · 2 years

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Open your hips- Steve Harrington

summary: in your golf swing you're having a little trouble opening up your hips, coach harrington is more than happy to help.

cw: (kind of) dark!steve harrington, perv!steve harrington, breeding kink, steve takes advantage of reader's innocence , touching w/o permission, lying, sexual thoughts, coach lusting after player, (both parties are 18+), afab!reader warning: don't read if you don't like this, if the warnings don't seem like your thing, move along <3

part two!

"coach! need help!"

he couldn't resist your little whine. he had been eyeing you hungrily the entirety of your session on the driving range. that little skort, the shorts tight around your creamy thighs. hugging and displaying the fat of your ass when the wind blew over.

in a strut, he moved closer to you, wetting his bottom lip and using all the willpower he had to concentrate on your eyes. those large eyes, eyelashes long and curling upward, the black shadow highlighting your perfect pupils.

he inched closer, eyes on your hips now, "take a swing for me."

he studied you, how you used the club to tap a ball out of the wired bucket. lining up and thrusting your hips inwards to perfect your spine angle. he watched your body coil as it turned back, the tight polo you wore stretching and flaunting your perky breasts that attempted to squeeze through the fabric. in brief gusts of cool wind, your nipples poked through the thin fabric, enchanting his eyes. they just begged to be sucked, to be twisted and circled with his tongue.

they begged to be full and heavy with milk, leaking sweet milk for him in his mouth. all because he could fill you up, swell your belly with his perfect harrington prodigy.

"hm, i see the problem," he leaned down, crouching next to your legs and holding onto your hips. his hands gripped tightly, earning a little- shocked- whimper from your lips.

"couch? whatcha gonna do?" your baby-like voice only made his pants tighten more than before. his cock was strained, fantasizing about shutting you up. ending that baby voice by shoving himself down your throat, making you choke on his fat cock, mouth drooling. spit dripping onto your little white polo.

"gonna hold these hips and make them fully turn, alright?"

you could only meekly nod, a rose tint flush on your cheeks once you felt the tight grip he held on your hips. he re-gripped his fingers, curling them around the fatty parts. with the new view he could see your folds, snugged by the tight cloth for the shorts under your skort. they seemed so pretty, so needy for him to smack.

there was a desperation he was facing, to bring two fingers up between those peeping folds of yours. to coat his fingers in your slick, hell he could see you weren't wearing any panties.. now he just wondered if you were soaked or not.

desperation had led to temptation, and steve harrington had no will power. he delivered a quick smack to your folds, legs shaking subtly at the sound of your little whimper.

"c-coach, what was that for?"

your innocence was just as sexy as your body. he could feel your slick on his fingers, licking each one, thankful for the net-like texture of the skort.

"saw a bug on your, kitten parts, can't let such a pretty pussy have a bug on it, can we?" he cocked an eyebrow, gulping in hopes to hide the smirk. the flesh of your folds was still imprinted on his touch, wanting to squeeze the plump parts of your pussy, but knowing he couldn't.

not yet.

"n-no coach, thank you." you tried to smile, heart racing a mile a minute. he was just looking out for you, you didn't know any better. you didn't know he was lying, or that he squeezed his cock to visions of your perky ass before.

"no need to thank me, you're the princess on the team, gotta make sure you're taken care of. now, take another swing for me, let me open up these hips."

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nivisdreaming · 1 year

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steve is the type to fuck you like a whore and then care for you like a princess. i WILL elaborate

his favorite thing is overstimulating you to your breaking point, until you’re crying that you “c-can’t cum n’more! no no n’more!” and writhing about the sheets. he loves seeing you break apart at the seams. he loves even more being the one to put you back together afterwards with his gentle caresses and soft praises that float around your clouded mind. he keeps water on hand whenever you play and will hold it up to your lips for you, knowing your arms are far too weak and shaky to lift even the lightweight cup.

after cleaning you up and getting you clean sheets to lay on, he wraps you up in a warm blanket until you’re rolled up snug like a burrito. he hugs you tight to his chest and whisper-sings your favorite lullabies into your ear, even after your long asleep from the sound of his steady heartbeat.

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alien-magnolia · 1 year

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Eddie Munson’s Little Housewife

This one’s pretty kinky!! Fic description and warnings down below:

18+ minors DNI.

Fic description: Dom! Eddie Munson x fem!subby reader, smutty smut, praise/degradation kink, daddy kink, impact play, collaring, service! kink

“Princess!!,” you hear your boyfriend shout from the other side of the trailer. He was in the living room, you were in his room, just laying around in bed.

You wore one of his oversized band shorts, and pretty hot pink lace panties!! With frilly socks to match, of course. You hear him call you and quickly jump off the bed to run to him.

You come into the living room and there he is, sitting on the couch, manspread, a dwindling flame from the cigarette in his mouth. “Come here, sweet girl,” he says, and pats his lap, motioning for you to sit. You skip over to him, settling in on his lap. He holds your thighs together with his big calloused hand, and you sling your arm around his shoulders.

“I got a little idea, sweetheart. A little idea for our play time, for a scene,” he starts. You knew this was coming. Anytime he wants to talk with you on his lap, you had a feeling it was going to be something dirty.

You felt that little jolt between your legs. Eds felt it too. Suddenly it was a bit hot in the room. “I like the sound of that Eds. Can I be super pretty for you??,” your voice was starting to slip into that subby space you and him loved so much. “Of course, sweet thing. How about this? We can start tomorrow. I give you a few hours to prepare, then I come home from “work” and see how good my baby can serve her Daddy. Would you like that, princess?,” he asks you, lips trailing over your neck. You giggle and squirm a bit more in his lap. “Yes.” “Yes, what?”

“Yes, daddy.” “Good,” he smiles, attacking your face with kisses!!

~ The next day ~

The scene was to start in late afternoon. You found a light pink dress with some heels in your closet, and put on some jewelry and bright makeup too. Eds was outside, waiting to “come home” to his pretty little housewife. Before he left, he instructed you to clean the kitchen and make him dinner. You got dressed first, and then completed the tasks he ordered you to do. Suddenly, the door opens.

You had just finished taking his dinner out of the microwave, and setting the table for him. Here he was, dressed in a black leather jacket and black jeans this time. His top dipped down, down just below where you could see his hairy chest.

You stand there, staring at him. He’s beautiful. “Now, where are your manners, sweetheart? Aren’t you going to invite me in?,” he drawled, his voice low, taunting. It gave you a little tingle between your legs, as you brush aside the hem of your skirt and let him inside.

“Dinner’s all ready, honey. I set the table, just the way you like it,” you gesture to the table, and pull out his chair for him, bringing him a napkin as well.

He hums, satisfied. He doesn’t praise you just yet. He is waiting, waiting for you to mess up. Just so you can get punished.

He eats his dinner in silence, while you sit across from him at the table, hands folded all nice in your lap, watching him with intent. You feel like he’ll start any minute. The anticipation is killing you.

“I’m done,” he whispers, softly, and you scramble to clear his plate. You left his cup on the table. He raises his voice a bit.

“Are we forgetting something?,” he asks you. You freeze. You didn’t clear anything off the table yet. “Oh, um…,” you start.

“Ah, ah, no time for explaining now, baby. You forgot. Isn’t that right?,” he says, stepping closer to you, pushing you against a wall, his hand trailing up your skirt.

“Yes, daddy.” He huffs, “good.” He pulls out a chair into the kitchen tile, sitting on it, leaving you panting against the wall. He taps his thigh. A signal. You knew what to do. You start to walk over to him.

“No. Kneel,” he points, onto the floor. You do as he says, kneeling right in front of him, hands folded in your lap. That was his favorite position. You look up.

He takes your chin, bringing your face a bit closer to him. He pulls out your small collar out of his pocket, reaching behind you gently to put it on. It is pink, with a heart ring in the middle. He tugs on it a bit, brushing your hair behind your knee.

“Didn’t listen to daddy, did you now, sweet girl?” You shake your head, as he peppers your cheek with a few light kisses. “Now, look at you. Kneeling like a little whore, for all those neighbors to see. I think my girl needs to be put in her place, don’t you?” He smugly taunts. He tugs on your collar a bit, his calloused fingertips brushing against your soft neck. “Here’s what’s going to happen, sweetheart. I’m going to close those curtains, lock that door. I’m going to put you over my knee. And then I’ll give you as many spanks as I see fit, and you’re going to thank me for it, like the little slut you are.”

You froze again, simply mulling over his words in your head. He reaches over to you, a look of concern on his face. “Color, sweetheart? What’s your color?,” he asks. “Green, daddy. So green.” He smiles, and pats his knee again, motioning for you to get up. You loved how he checked in on you during a scene, he was so caring!!

Suddenly, you feel your skirt lifted, a cool breeze, your lavender lace thong exposed for him to see. You feel his metal rings, the shape of them, graze over your thong, pulling on it a bit. Without warning, he brings it down on your ass, you jolt forward a bit. “That’s one, princess. I think you need a minimum of twenty, maybe thirty, even. You’ve been bad.”

“Two,” he calmly says, as his calloused hand comes down on your ass again. Lucky for you, he gave you only ten more until you were shaking a bit in his lap. He gently pulls you up, and lays you on the table, face down.

You can’t see what he is doing, but you feel him now on top of you, his hairy chest pressing down onto your small, bare, back!! He grunts a bit, and you feel his hands near your backside. “Spread those cute little thighs for me. There you go, sweetie. What a good girl.”

You can’t do much but nod and moan, and soon enough you feel his big calloused fingers push Into you, god — it felt so good. “Fuck, — he grunts. This sweet little cunt is just sucking me in. You must be so ready for me, sweetie.” His voice —just so sweet. “Gonna give you my cock now, honey.”

With that, he slides Into you, your squelching pussy just pulling him in more and more, you felt so full and good, all stuffed with your daddy’s cock! “Fuck, princess, so fuckin’ good baby, so tight, can’t even move, what a good little slut you are for me,” he praises, stroking your hair with one of his hands, and the other holding your hips up firmly in place.

“Gonna go fast now, sweetie. You just lay there and take it for me, ‘kay?” “Yes, daddy,” you answer him, softly, brain too empty to think. You feel one his hands steady your shoulders, and then he starts pounding into you, ruthlessly, grunting, at a pace that has the table shaking.

“God — he was so strong and you loved it!! You felt his soft and big balls against you, as he drove his fat cock deeper and deeper into you. “Too deep, s’ too deep, daddy, can’t take it anymore,” you squeal out to him, and yet he does nothing but calm uou with some more “it’s okay, princess, just be a good girl and take it for me.” And soon enough, you feel his hot seed spill out into you, and with that, he is about to pull out. You grab his wrist. “Want your cock, daddy. Want it in.”

He agrees, kissing you on the cheek lightly. “S’okay, sweetie. We can stay like this. My perfect little housewife, huh? She’s so good for me, letting me breed her on the table like that. My perfect girl, so good for me,” he coos at you, as he momentarily pulls out, to slide you on your back. He lays back down on top of you, his heavy body pressing down on your little one, he slides his cock back in.

“How about we cuddle a bit, and then I can take a bath with you? How does that sound, sweetie? Did so good for me today…,” he coos at you some more, you run your hands through his fluffy dark brown locks. You loved scenes with your Eds — you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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carolmunson · 2 years

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something borrowed, something new (dom!steddie x f!reader drabble) (18+)

in which we learn about the first time steve put a belt in his hands. pre good cop, bad cop, supes early in the dynamic steve is giving heavy daddy dom here.

THIS IS A REPOST, for science. warnings: 18+ minors dni, d/s dynamics (daddy dom energy from steve), spanking (with hands and belt), daddy kink, hard dom energy from eddie, use of rules and regulations, some crying kink (can’t think of the word), mild aftercare.

personally, professionally, i hate this but @rollergirlworld said she liked it so i’m posting it for the steddie girlies. --

“Not in front of Eddie,” you toy with your fingers while you say it. Eddie leans against the frame of the archway leading to the kitchen, crossing his arms so his hands hold his biceps.

“After you were so mean to him? I think he deserves to see you get punished, don’t you?” Steve asks, patting his lap again, “Come on, gotta learn your lesson.”

“Steve…” you whine out, tears starting to pool in your eyes. Your nose burned while the cry built in your throat, “Please, no.”

“Are you embarrassed, baby?” Eddie’s smug smirk deepened the dimples on his cheeks while he spoke, “Don’t want me to see you get a spanking?”

You nod, your face flushed with humiliation. Steve had always admonished you in private when you ‘misbehaved’. His list of regulations stacking up every weekend, making it harder for you to get away with anything unscathed. Steve would help get you dressed before a party, telling you his rules for the night in the mirror — he’d watch your eyes glaze over and your cheeks redden, the soft rock of your hips on the vanity stool.

He cupped your chin from behind you, tilting your head up to look at him, “Do you like when daddy tells you what to do?”

“Mhm,” you responded dumbly, your tongue swelling in your mouth. That burning ache between your legs only getting worse when he pulled you into the bathroom at the party to tell you what a bad girl you were when you got a drink without asking his permission first. Or when you rolled your eyes at him in front of his friends. Little things to get you going, little promises he knew you couldn’t keep. It was just a fun game that you could both turn off at any time.

You huffed at how ridiculous he was being, laying it on thick while trying to pull out of the grasp on your wrist. Steve’s hand found your jaw, turning you to face him, peering down at you, “Do I need to embarrass you in front of everyone here?”

Steve’s eyes would get lust blown at the sound of your whimpering, your quiet, small, ‘Sorry, Stevie. I won’t do it again.’ He’d always take you home after that, barely making it through the front door before your jeans were around your ankles and his mouth was pressed to your neck.

He had only put you over his knee twice before, the first time was only to see if it was something you were both into. It didn’t take long to realize how very much into it you both were. The second was when you had come into Family Video and caught an awful attitude with him in front of Robin while she was ringing out a customer. He was so miffed, that for a split second he thought about hauling you over to the back room.

“Let’s talk about this when I get home later, okay?” he asked sweetly, no one would be wiser, “We can get to the bottom of this bad mood.”

You know what he means and you frown, grabbing the tapes from him roughly before he can bag them for you. You made a big show of shoving the door open to leave, the bell shrilling while it shook only to be over powered by the sound of your car door slamming and your wheels peeling out of the parking lot.

Steve came home quietly. Eddie was at the record store and you had just finished making dinner. He stalked into the kitchen, and while you had calmed down since your Family Video visit, Steve had been fuming about it since.

“Robin was really surprised at your little tantrum earlier,” Steve said, his voice measured, “She didn’t expect you to be such a brat.”

“It wasn’t a tantrum, Steve, don’t be so dramatic,” you snapped back while you placed your serving plates on trivets already set out on the table. He caught your forearm once the ceramic was out of your hands.

“You need to learn to keep your attitude at home when you come to visit me at work,” he glowered, “Think I need to teach you a lesson.”

“Steve, I – um –” your heart hammered in your chest and the feeling of his hand on your arm, the soft tug of him leading you to the couch. You were sputtering and sobbing by the fifth strike against your ass, Steve’s taunts making your cheeks burn more than the skin of your thighs. “Is this what you needed?” he asked, “Needed some of daddy’s attention?”

“Y-yes,” you choked out, your legs kicking and hips shimmying to get away from his assaulting hands. He smoothed his palm over the swell of your backside comfortingly, shushing you. “Almost done, baby,” his voice was soft and apologetic, “Just a few more, okay?”

“C-can we be d-done, now? Please daddy?” you hiccuped and sniffled, looking up and back at him with red rimmed eyes.

“Oh, angel,” he frowned dramatically, sulking his shoulders. He reached out to cup your cheek, “Okay, we can be done.”

“I’m sorry,” you sighed out while he pulled your underwear back up, smoothing it over. He knocked your jeans to the floor before pulling you up right onto his lap.

“I know, it’s okay. I’m not mad at you,” he soothed, pressing a kiss to your temple, rubbing big circles onto your back. He rocked you against him for a moment while you cried into his shoulder before nudging himself in to kiss away the tears on your cheeks. Steve didn’t leave any marks.

It would be the last time that was true.

“I’m not asking again,” Steve’s voice was stern, “Do you want me to put you over my knee, myself?” Eddie snickered, making you freeze up and cross your arms over your chest. Your feet felt planted into the carpet of the living room, you made a noise of contempt but it sounded petulant coming out of you.

Steve sighed, “You showing off? Think this is helping your case?”

You shake your head ‘no’, you know you’re pouting, you know this looks ridiculous.

“One…” Steve starts, the authority in his voice building, you shiver at the sound.

“Steve,” you hiss out, “I’m not a six year old.”

“Two…” he continues, “If I get to three, you’ll regret it.”

“Steve!” you stomp your foot in frustration and Eddie’s eyes flash in your direction. You start feeling small – weak – as both of their gazes harden on you.

“Thr–”

“Okay, okay,” you rasp out in a whisper, taking a step towards Steve. His hand reaches out to tug your flannel pajama pants and thin underwear down to your feet. “Step out,” he instructs. You shake your feet out of them kicking them under the coffee table before he guides you over his lap. You whimper immediately at his hand running over the soft, plushness of your ass. His other arm keeps you tight in place over his other leg, the rest of you partially draped over the couch.

“Give her twenty,” Eddie instructs, “Make it hurt.”

Your head shoots up to look at him, eyes like saucers etched with fear.

“The most I’ve ever given her is five, Munson,” Steve explains softly, his hand still massaging you gently.

“Well, that’s probably why she doesn’t listen to you,” Eddie says matter of factly, readjusting his position on the archway frame. You hear the clink of the chains on his jeans as he does it, “Gotta punish that habit out of her.” Steve’s jaw ticked, chest tightening in what he could only describe as acute rage. He reared his hand back, bringing it hard back down onto your backside – a cry hissed out of you as sharp as the crack of his palm against your body.

“Oh, ow,” you breathe out, tears threatening to flow.

“Count it out loud to daddy, princess,” Eddie says, lifting off the wall and coming around to watch from the edge of the coffee table so he can see your face better. “One,” you whine out. Steve’s hand cracks down again and you grit your teeth to keep from crying, his hand runs over the hot skin while you mutter 'two’ loud enough for them to hear it. Three and four start to build a hot, stinging pain. Five and six have tears blurring your vision, you’re one blink away from them plopping onto the couch cushions.

“Six,” you whisper out.

“You stopped at five last time?” Eddie asked. Steve nodded, raining down a particularly hard spank at the line where your ass met your thigh. He hummed at the wail you let out, watching as your nails clutched into the fabric of the furniture under you.

“S-seven,” you sniffled, still not fully crying. You didn’t want to give them the satisfaction of knowing what they were doing was working. Especially with how much fun they’re having before you’ve even shed a tear.

“Looks like she can take these just fine,” Eddie cocks his head, “Want me to show you how she can really learn?”

Steve looked up at him, “What do you mean?”

Steve was still new to this, but he knew Eddie had been around the way a few times. He’d had all kinds of sex – met a lot of fringe types at The Hideout, some interesting people at the record store. When they first started living together, he’d hear the noises the girls would make in his room. The snaps of what he thought were a whip, the pathetic and whiny 'Yes, master!’ of whatever fishnet clad bimbo Eddie would bring home.

Ed reached for his belt, taking the loose end and sliding it out of the loops, savoring the sound of the metal tinkling as he undid it. He wrapped the leather around his fist expertly, folding the length of the belt until it was long enough to get a nice snap.

“You hold it like this, okay?” Eddie said, showing it to Steve from all sides, “There are other ways too, but from this position, this’ll be enough slack.”

Steve takes the belt from him, matching the way Eddie wrapped it around his hand. He smiled at the feeling of it, strong and unforgiving despite how worn out the leather was. He readjusts his grip on you with his other hand, skating his fingers over your back. You look back at him, your face and body relaxing after a break in the beating.

“Is it okay if I use this to finish?” he asks, you look at the belt in his hand. The veins in his forearms have popped slightly, his hands look strong in the leather, as mouth watering as the watch on his wrist. You nod while you make eye contact with him but he gives you a little nudge with the heel of his hand.

“Is it okay?” he asks again. “Yes, daddy,” you reply, “It’s okay.”

“C'mon Stevie,” Eddie smirks, “Make her pay.”

Steve rears back, bringing the leather down hard on your thighs and the snap of it makes him grin. He feels you jolt on his legs, a high pitched whine pooling out of you like a tea kettle ready to burst.

“Ooh, poor baby,” Steve cooed, “Should’ve behaved, huh?”

He struck down two more times, small welts raising in your skin — color blooming. You couldn’t hold back your tears anymore, the biting sting of the belt becoming too much to bear. You hid your face in your arms to muffles your yelps and whimpers.

“Don’t hear you counting, sweet thing,” Eddie mocked, his giggle stained dark and cold.

“T-ten,” you whine into the cushions. Steve grunts, his erection pressing against your hip while you squirm over him. The belt meets your ass again in quick, biting, succession, you can feel Steve and Eddie’s stares over you.

“Please no more, daddy,” you mumble into your arms.

“What was that?” Steve asked, “Can’t hear you with that pretty face covered.”

You lifted your face off the cushions, puffy and streaked with mascara, “P-please no more, I learned my lesson.”

Steve’s gaze softens at your pained face, teary eyes and swollen lips, “You sure?”

“Yes, daddy. I learned my lesson,” you nodded slowly, turning your face to Eddie, “I learned my lesson, I’m s-sorry.”

Eddie puts his hands on his hips, pondering you, “Normally I don’t let my girls off so easy.”

He walks around the coffee table and squats at the couch so he’s eye level with you. You feel his ring hand come up to push your hair out of your face, smearing the tears on your cheeks away while he does.

“But I think I can make an exception for a sweet thing like you,” he says, his smile is sweeter this time, “I think you’ve just had a long day, you didn’t mean it.”

Eddie moves his attention to Steve who was reluctantly putting the belt down next to him, “You know the best part, Stevie?”

Steve gives him a look with raised eyebrows while Eddie reaches over, taking Steve’s hand and guiding it between your legs, “Girls like her love this.”

You shiver when Steve’s fingers brush your inner thigh, legs opening for him just a bit – the action was involuntary, your body begging to let him in. His reaches further, already feeling a stickiness between your upper thighs – he chuckles. His fingertips dip further up, catching the wetness pooling at your entrance, your folds letting out a soft wet click when he parts your legs further.

“Oh, look at you, princess,” Steve’s voice loses his anger, falling into teasing, “You like getting put in your place?”

You nod, still sniffling while your breath catches. You feel Steve’s first two fingers push into you, the sound of his fingers squelching inside of you making you feel dirty.

“You like it?” Eddie asks, watching you start to pant as Steve quickens his movements to a steady pace.

“Yes, sir,” you gasp out, “I love – I love it.”

Eddie laughs, “Oh Stevie, she loves it!” “Yeah, I can tell,” Steve mutters, feeling your walls tighten around him. Your plush thighs start to close down around his wrist.

“I’m gonna – I’m –” you can barely form a sentence with the pleasure building up in your stomach. “Hold it,” Steve barks, pulling his hand out quickly from your legs – bringing all five fingers, some still soaked in your spend, to come down on your still burning ass.

“Let’s bring this upstairs,” he says, tapping your thighs softly to get you to stand up, “You can get on your knees and show us how sorry you are.” You gingerly get to your feet, Steve following suit so he can steady you. He wraps an arm around your neck to pull you in for a kiss, deep and slow, pulling away to rest his forehead on yours, “You okay? You wanna stop?”

You smile at him, stifiling a giggle at his desperate attempt to be discreet in his sweetness in front of Eddie, “I’m okay, I promise. We can keep going.”

“You’re such a good girl, you know that?” he asks, his amber eyes warm while they meet yours. “Oh, stop,” you blush, pressing a kiss to his lips as a thank you.

“Alright, kids. We can kiss and make up later,” Eddie’s bored voice rings in the living room while he heads to the staircase, “Let’s get this show on the road.”

“Relax, Munson,” Steve bites over his shoulder, letting his arm drop from around your neck to your waist. He lets you get in front of him as you climb the stairs, inspecting the welts and handprints he left behind. The back of his neck got hot at the thought of you being bruised up the next day, something left behind to remind you who was in charge.

Eddie was already sat at the edge of Steve’s bed when you got into the bedroom, waiting.

“You heard Steve, baby,” he said gently, beckoning you over, “Come show me how sorry you are.”

With a little encouragement from Steve in the form of a tap on your butt, you took the handful of steps it was to get in front of Eddie. He eyed you the entire time you got to your knees between his legs, the carpet scratching at your skin.

The mattress dipped when Steve sat next to him, undoing his jeans while Eddie stroked your hair.

Oh. It was gonna be a long night.

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mimixmunson · 27 days

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Sub!Eddie. Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington. Smut. Blurb.

I haven’t read the prompts for @subeddieweek but I wanted to write a little something special to say I took part. I’ve loved reading everything I’ve seen for this so far! ☺︎

“Hey there handsome” Steve teases, running his fingers across the metal bars of the cage, looking down at his prey. Eddie. He fiddles with the padlock lifting it up to show his submissive that he’s truly locked in. Smirking down at Eddie taking in the view.

He looks so pretty like this. Naked. His hair sticking to his forehead from sweating, big brown doe eyes looking up at him, pleading with him for mercy. But Steve knows, they both know, Eddie doesn’t want mercy.

Eddie whines, shuffling up against the bars of his enclosure. His face up against the cold metal, just the cooling feeling on his skin seems to be riling him up.

“Silly little puppy. I did tell you. Mutts like you, they don’t cum without permission. They wait until Daddy gives them the say so. Now here we are, in your dog crate.” Steve’s voice is soft yet domineering, he reaches his fingers through the gaps of the cage and scratches Eddie’s head. He leans into the touch instantly, practically purring under his fingers.

“Wanna go for a walk pup?” Steve unlocks the cage, dropping the key into his back pocket as he swings the cage open.

Eddie doesn’t move. He knows his rules. Waiting for Steve’s fingers to click and point where he should be. His place, is wherever Steve tells him to be.

Click he does, pointing down at his feet and Eddie complies, crawling on all fours and kneeling before his boyfriend. “Good boy.” Steve coos, ruffling Eddie’s hair and slapping at his face as softly as a gentle tap, and building up to a slap.

He whimpers, Steve’s hand print marked across his face. Drooling from both his lips and his cock, whilst he stares up at Steve like he’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, because he is.

“Like it when I hurt you, don’t ya?” Grabbing Eddie’s chin roughly, squeezing it between his thumb and forefingers. Eddie nods his head as he tries to smile through Steve’s hand, his eyes not leaving his. “Show me that pretty ass of yours.” Steve demands, Eddie drops his wrists to the floor and twists his body around, rising his ass up into the air. Pulling his cheeks apart to show the jewelled plug that’s stuffed inside him.

Teasingly wiggling his ass for Steve, which earns him a firm hand on his right cheek. “Wanted me to smack that ass huh?” Steve grunts, bending down to spank him properly, open palm hits over his already marked cheek. He hits the left one too, a body as pretty as that demanded symmetry. Hand prints branded all over his cheeks, the sting burns so good, even more so when Steve pinches his ass, pulling at the taunt skin leaving nail marks.

His hips buck through the pain as he desperately tries to gain relief from his red throbbing cock. It dribbles pearlescent beads of precum that Steve notices, he swipes them up with two fingers and rubs the liquid around the plug, lifting it slightly to massage his spot from the outside

“There’s a good boy. Now let’s get that plug out of you, and fill you with something bigger.”

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strangererotica · 17 days

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Soft!dom Eddie x Sub!Reader • Dom!Steve x Sub!Reader • Perv!Dirty Cop!Hopper x Reader

SMUT SMUT SMUT, minors DNI • Includes established MFM relationship, mentions of drugs & incarceration, abuse of power, spanking, rough sex with aftercare, angst, sex in the Blazer. Hopper is a manipulative asshole in this fic; only proceed if you’re comfortable reading his character from that perspective. <3

Eddie sat down heavily, frustrated, on the edge of the bed. He’d been in a weird mood all day, but it seemed his negative attitude had reached a peak. “Over my lap,” he ordered. You smirked back at him in silence, leaning with your ass against the dresser a few feet away. You weren’t going to budge.

Eddie’s eyebrows lifted at your audacity, his big eyes blinking back at you in surprise. He sat forward slightly, palms closed over his knees. “Okay,” he conceded. “You wanna be a brat, that’s fine. I’ll tell Steve when he gets home, let him deal with you…”

You winced, knowing from experience that if Steve delivered your punishment, you wouldn’t be able to sit comfortably for days. Steve’s hands were bigger than Eddie’s, and he had fewer reservations than Eddie did when it came to leaving marks.

Eddie’s lips twisted into a smug grin as you reluctantly made your way over to him, pulling your panties down. “That’s what I thought,” he teased. Eddie guided you onto his lap, your stomach resting over his thighs, head dipped toward the floor. He lightly groped the fat of your left cheek, before drawing back his hand and spanking you.

The sting was minimal, but the burn left in the wake of Eddie’s hand radiated through your muscles. A little shiver ran down your spine as Eddie’s breath blew cool between your shoulders. “What am I being punished for, Sir?” you asked. Eddie chuckled above you.

“You really don’t know?” he asked, before spanking you again. “Thats kind of adorable. You take my hand so well-.” *smack!* “-And you don’t even know what you’re being punished for. Just that I know what’s best for you…” *smack*

Eddie was switching between both sides of your ass, rubbing away the sting each of his strikes left behind. You were grateful for Eddie’s punishment and not Steve’s, because unlike Eddie, Steve never participated in any kind of aftercare. That was Eddie’s job; Steve left the tenderness up to him.

After fucking you into a wet, contented mess, Steve would just leave the room. He’d pull out of whichever of your holes he’d just obliterated, leaving you sloppy and swollen, letting his cum drip all over the place as he staggered off to the shower. Eddie’s job was to clean you up, to soothe your wounds after a particularly rough session, and to make you feel safe. Eddie would lick you head to toe, cleaning Steve’s cum off your skin and from inside whichever hole Steve had used.

You’d sometimes come again while Eddie was cleaning you up, and he’d give you lots of praises and encouragement for doing so. He’d kiss your pussy and tell you, from between your slick, quivering thighs, what a good job you’d done making Steve happy, and making him happy, too.

Eddie would then pull you into his arms and cuddle you to sleep. You’d drift off in the safety of his arms, with the comforting feeling of Eddie’s cock pulsing against your ass. When he was sure you were asleep, Eddie would carefully exit the bed and go relieve himself in the bathroom.

“Such a good girl,” he said softly, caressing the sensitive skin of your ass. “I’ll bet when people see you out and about in Hawkins, they’d never guess what a little freak you are behind closed doors…”

Eddie groped your ass, messaging away the pain. You shifted on his lap, his stiffening cock poking uncomfortably against your ribs.

“I’ll tell you,” Eddie said. “Why you had to be punished.” He guided you off his lap and seated you beside him on the bed. You waited for Eddie’s explanation. “Last night,” he began. “When we were fucking…you called me Jim.”

It was difficult, but you managed to conceal the wave of dread that rushed through you. Shit.

“And it got me thinking…” Eddie continued, his tone cautious, displeased. “…Do we know anyone named Jim?”

You avoided Eddie’s eyes, fearing the look of suspicion you’d undoubtedly see in them.

“Or maybe the real question is…” Eddie sighed, wrapping his arm around you, a soft (but intentional) act of dominance. “…Who do you know named Jim?”

You swallowed, stalling, your mind scrambling to make up a suitable response. You wouldn’t tell Eddie the truth, of course. That you were secretly fucking a man name Jim behind both Eddie and Steve’s back…that Jim was Chief Jim Hopper. You couldn’t tell Eddie that you and the Chief had agreed upon an arrangement of sorts, one which existed in order to keep Eddie out of prison…

Your boyfriend was a drug dealer. Everyone in Hawkins basically knew this about Eddie; but he’d somehow avoided being charged for possessing or selling illegal substances. At least, until a few months ago. Chief Hopper had followed an anonymous tip that had told him where Eddie was currently crashing. The tip had brought Hopper straight to the door of your apartment complex. He’d parked his Blazer in front of the building, and waited for Eddie to emerge.

With every intention of arresting Eddie, Hopper had waited, and watched. But when Eddie did emerge from behind the door, he wasn’t alone. He was with you. And from the way you were hanging on Eddie, lifting on your tiptoes to reach his neck for a kiss, it was more than obvious to Hopper that you and Eddie were a couple.

A rather sinister idea was born in Hopper’s mind…that if you cared for Eddie as much as it appeared you did, you’d likely be willing to do whatever it took to keep him out of trouble. Hopper chose to postpone Eddie’s arrest until he’d had the chance to confront you in private. The following afternoon, Hopper waited for you to leave the apartment alone, and then made his move.

Under the guise of arresting you for drug possession, Hopper had gone through the whole cuffing process, making sure to grope you more than he needed to in his search for any ‘weapons’ you may have had on you. Hopper loaded you into his vehicle, but put you in the front seat beside him instead of the back. When you questioned him what evidence he had against you, Hopper explained that he was actually there for a different reason.

“That scumbag boyfriend of yours,” Hopper started, and left the sentence hanging as if it didn’t require a conclusion. You didn’t bother explaining to Hopper that you had two boyfriends, because it wasn’t necessary. Given Eddie’s reputation in Hawkins as a metal-loving, devil-worshiping, pothead deviant, assuming Hopper was referring to Eddie made sense.

To play off your nerves, you pretended not to know about Eddie’s drug usage or selling. Batting your lashes at Hopper in an attempt at naïveté, you hoped to throw him off any suspicion of Eddie (and by association, you and Steve also). “You mean Eddie?”

Hopper smirked back at you, digging a cigarette from his pocket. Your charm wasn’t working on him. “Yeah,” he replied dryly. “Who the fuck else would I mean?” Hopper rested the cigarette between his lips and held his lighter beneath its tip. You watched it bloom and crackle alight, your heart rate steadily increasing. You knew that if Eddie were to be arrested, the cops would likely have enough evidence to lock him away for a long time. And that terrified you.

Affirming the direction your thoughts were taking, Hopper explained, “Reason I’m here now, talking to you instead of Eddie, is because l see how much you care about him.”

Hopper exhaled smoke in front of him, looking ahead through the windshield as he spoke. “You don’t wanna see Eddie do time…hell, I don’t want to see the kid get locked up, either…”

That was a lie, and you knew it. Hopper didn’t give a shit about someone like Eddie. “But he does have some serious charges against him…some that could land him years behind bars.”

You shuddered at the thought of Eddie missing from your life. You and Steve would have each other, of course…but without Eddie’s softness, there would only be Steve’s roughness. The tenderness Eddie showed you, the cuddling, the warmth, the gentle punishment rather than harsh, would be gone. Your world would be a darker, lonelier place, without Eddie in it…

“So what can I do?” you asked, unprepared for what Hopper did next. “I mean, how can I help Eddie?”

The Chief removed his cigarette and licked his lips, a lecherous little smile replacing his former look of compassion. His tone was colored with a husky, suggestive darkness when he spoke, his hand moving to rest atop your thigh… “I’m sure you and I can work something out...”

You gazed down at Hopper’s hand, watching his fingers boldly trace further between your legs. He didn’t react when you called him a pig, and when you asked “are you really that fucking desperate for a woman to touch you?” Hopper laughed, unaffected.

“Trust me, sweetheart,” he assured you, taking another relaxed drag of his cigarette. “I don’t need this…” Hopper slipped his hand deeper, till he was cupping your cunt in his palm. You drew in a shocked breath.

“…But if you want your loser boyfriend to stay out of prison-.” Hopper continued, slipping his fingers under the fabric of your panties. “-You do need me…”

There was a pause between you, as Hopper awaited your response. He let his fingers glide between your lips, gently spreading your labia apart. When Hopper’s thumb pressed against your clit, a soft whimper left your lips before you could stop it. He snickered callously; Hopper’s ego was boundless.

“Fine,” you conceded, after weighing your options (you had none). “If you promise to keep Eddie safe.” Your jaw was tensed in a look of defiance.

Hopper nodded his approval, a triumphant, sick grin on his face. He removed his hand from between your thighs with a groan, and placed it on the gear shift. “Atta girl,” he muttered over his cigarette, and put the Blazer in reverse.

Hopper pulled out of the building’s parking lot, and drove you somewhere private, a place where no one would see how he touched you, how his fingers pumped in and out of you in time with the rhythm of your hand around his cock. No one knew that twice a week for the past three months, you’d been fucking the town’s Chief of Police in the back of his squad car. And what only you knew, not even Hopper, was that you liked it.

You’d liked it the first time, and every time since. Hopper was older than Steve and Eddie, and with those years came an experience that was obvious in the way he fucked you. Hopper didn’t just lick your pussy; he made out with it, sloppy, filthy tongue-fucking you, smearing your slick, saturating his beard in the wet heat of you. He’d come up for air just long enough to breathe, before burying his face between your thighs again. Hopper smothered himself against your cunt, lapping long stripes up and down your slit, consuming you like a man taking his first meal in days…

Hopper was hung, and he knew how to use what Mother Nature had equipped him with. When you rode him, Hopper was always able to buck up into you without hurting you. He had a control over his body that few men you’d been with could claim. Being an exceptionally cocky, dirty bastard may have had something to do with Hopper’s confidence; but regardless, he’d obviously had a lot of practice fucking women.

You wondered sometimes how many women Hopper had been with. You vaguely recalled the rumors you’d heard whispered around town about Hopper’s reputation for pumping and dumping the women of Hawkins. But somehow, the rumors had failed to include the fact that Jim Hopper was a goddamn pro when it came to fucking.

The backseat of his police Blazer was cramped, but he fucked too well for you to mind the location. You would have let him have you anywhere, regardless of how uncomfortable, dirty, or inconvenient the place. Being folded up and pinned under the weight of Hopper’s body, his strong arms locking you in place, filled you with a sick sense of security. However toxic he was as a human being, Hopper’s ability to bring your body to rapture was unlike anything you’d ever experienced. The twisted arrangement between you and Hopper had quickly begun to feel more like a relationship.

Even when you were being intimate with Eddie and Steve, you found yourself longing for Hopper. The bed your boyfriends fucked you in was soft and warm, all silk sheets and fluffy pillows, lavender-scented candles arranged at the bedside. It used to be your sanctuary, your favorite place in the world.

But now, what turned you on more than silk sheets was the feeling of your ass being rut into the sweaty, polyester backseat of Hopper’s car. In exchange of the soft romance of lavender, you preferred the scent of Hopper’s aftershave and stale cigarettes, the musk of his sweat dripping from his chest to yours as he fucked you...

— Eddie squeezed his arm around you tighter, and it shook you from your thoughts of Hopper. “So tell me, baby,” Eddie pressed, a poorly-concealed suspicion in his voice. “Who do you know named Jim…?”

You tried to laugh it off, telling Eddie he must have misinterpreted the sounds you were making. “I was moaning a lot,” you teased, trying to distract him. Eddie stared at you for a moment, as if waiting for you to confess something. When he realized he wasn’t going to get anymore information out of you, Eddie offered you his hand to leave the bed. “Doesn’t matter, pretty girl,” he said with pleasant tone. “What d’you say we smoke a little, watch some TV, then head to bed?” Eddie pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. When he pulled away, there was a sadness in his eyes that the artificial smile on his lips couldn’t hide.

“I’d like that,” you replied, taking Eddie’s hand. He glanced at the clock beside the bed. “It’s late,” Eddie observed. “Better get our fun in now; Steve’ll be home from work soon...”

Steve Harrington wasn’t a jealous man. Or perhaps more truthfully, he was jealous and simply refused to acknowledge it. The relationship you and Eddie had together irritated Steve, because it was a level of intimacy he himself had never been a part of.

Unlike Eddie, Steve was able to hold down a full time job. Being away from the apartment the three of you shared for eight hours a day meant that Eddie had access to you that Steve did not. Eddie’s current employment status was, officially, unemployed. Unofficially, Eddie was quite a successful local drug dealer. Steve normally would have had nothing to do with the kind of guy Eddie was…but you loved Eddie, for reasons Steve could only guess at.

Maybe you loved Eddie because he was gentle, soft in all the places Steve couldn’t be. If there was an emotional switch inside of himself that Steve could have flipped, to make him the kind of soft dominant that Eddie was, Steve would have flipped it in a heartbeat. All he wanted, was to be wanted exclusively by you.

Steve had grown up in a home where affection was scarce, and almost never expressed. Watching the shit show of a marriage his parents had, Steve decided early on that he never wanted to be tied down to any one person. He’d constructed walls around his heart to protect him from any relationship a woman could offer him beyond sex. Meeting you had been a life-altering experience for Steve. Because despite all the years he’d spent hardening his heart, you’d entered Steve’s life and demolished them instantly…

The problem was, Steve still had so much emotional baggage to rid himself of, before he could love you the way you deserved to be loved. He didn’t want to be the mature, stoic presence in your life forever; but it’s all he knew how to be. Steve wanted to romance you, to spend his family’s generous fortune on something that mattered for a change: on your happiness.

But the man you loved, whose arms you drifted to sleep in every night, was a drug-dealing freak. The complete opposite of Steve, who’d barely smoked a single joint in his life, let alone tried the harder drugs Eddie was fond of using and distributing...

Steve left work for the evening and was grateful to be heading home, for the chance to be near you again. He drove his BMW to the apartment complex, pulling to a stop in his usual space. Steve would have entered the building as usual, without pause, if he hadn’t noticed a police vehicle pulling out of the lot just as he pulled in. Steve was always a little wary around cops, not for himself really, but because he didn’t want you to get in trouble for your association with Eddie.

Steve watched the car pull away, noting the lettering on its sides. “Chief,” he read aloud, and his anxieties multiplied. A standard police vehicle wouldn’t have concerned Steve as much, but the Chief of Police had apparently been to your building. Maybe Steve was being paranoid, but he needed confirmation that you were alright.

He walked briskly up the two flights of stairs to your apartment, and unlocked the door in a hurry. “(Y/N)?” Steve called into the dark front room. “Ed?” He rounded the corner to the bedroom and found you and Eddie asleep, in each other’s arms as usual. Steve lingered in the doorway, leaning against it, his heart rate slowing to normal. Of course he was only being paranoid, again. Whatever business the Chief of Police had at your building, it clearly did not involve Eddie. For the moment, anyway.

Steve sighed in relief, setting his briefcase on the couch. He loosened his necktie and made his way to the kitchen for something small to eat. After finishing his quick meal and a couple of beers, Steve returned to the bedroom. He watched your body softly sleeping, hair splayed in pretty waves across your pillow.

Steve climbed into bed beside you, and pressed his lips to your forehead in a gentle kiss he knew you wouldn’t feel. “Sweet dreams, angel,” he whispered. Steve wrapped his arms around you and held you closer than usual, wishing he could give you this same tenderness when you were awake. But Steve knew he was too cowardly for that, too frightened of revealing his love for you.

He held you a little closer than all the nights before, curved his body securely around yours more snugly than usual; because finally, Steve realized, it’s how he should have been holding you all along…

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justmeinadaze · 2 months

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Secret Underneath Part 3 (Steddie X Plus Size Reader)

A/N: A lot of this came from the rough week I had and desperately needing Daddy <3

Warnings: Warnings: Sugar Daddies Steve and Eddie/ Baby Fem Plus Size Reader, SMUT, toys (triple stimulation ;) ), dirty talk, nothing too rough just passionate. ANGST, reader has a bad day and needs help feeling better, mentions of her ex (brief mentions of him hurting her and being verbally abusive during their relationship; comments on her weight but its brief), boys mention their fathers as well as touching on their own ex.

Word Count: 5367

You were having a terrible fucking day.

One of the other teachers you weren’t fond of danced all over your last nerve as if it was her mission. You forgot your lunch because you had rushed out of your apartment late due to not hearing your alarm because you tossed and turned all night. Your AC broke around midnight and by 2am you were covered in sweat. Every time you called your landlord, you were either placed on hold or the line disconnected.

All you wanted to do when you got home was curl up in bed but as soon as you walked through the door you were immediately met with blistering heat.

Usually you could handle all this, all be it with a bit more snark than normal but you didn’t want to. All of your energy was drained and the only thing your mind could muster was the need to throw things against the wall like a toddler.

Daddy.

You debated on calling them. So far the guys had just given you money willingly after every meeting but you had yet to ask them for anything. Oddly with them, you didn’t want them to feel used. Maybe because of what they told you about previous relationships doing just that or maybe it was because you genuinely enjoyed their company.

Finally giving in to your brain, you reached for your phone and dialed the number they give you.

“Hey, honey.”, Steve practically sings as his voice floats through. “How was your day? I was just about to call you.”

“D-D-Daddy…”, you cry, unable to stop the tears as they flow.

“What’s wrong, baby?”, he asked, his tone changing to that authoritative one that made you feel safe. You told him what happened and how your day had progressively got worse. You could hear him moving around on the other line before the sound of a ding from an elevator caught your attention.

“Are y-you at work? Fuck, I’m so sorry—”

“No, hey, don’t be sorry. I was going to leave early anyway. I just got ahold of Eddie and he’s going to meet me at your place. Do you feel comfortable sending us your address?” His heart breaks as he listens to you cry harder, his protective, dominate side now fully in the driver’s seat. “Baby girl, everything’s ok. I promise we’re going to get everything taken care of.”

After texting him your address, you wait by the open window as you fan your face and as soon as you hear the knock you run to let them in. The rockstar doesn’t even hesitate as he takes you in his arms.

“Jesus, sweetheart, you are covered in sweat. Are you okay?” Your gaze kept shifting between him and the mogul as his fingers rapidly moved against the screen on his phone. “Hey, look at me, Y/N. How are you feeling? You’re not dizzy or dehydrated right?”

“No, Daddy. I’m sorry if I bothered you both. I didn’t know who else to call and I’m so exhausted—”

“Baby. Baby, breathe. It’s ok. Don’t ever be afraid to call us or ask for help, alright?”

Someone new knocks on your door, startling you but not them as Steve heads that way.

“Ed, why don’t you get a bath going for her? Nothing too hot though.”

“Yes, sir.”, he salutes making you smile. “Boy talkin’ to me like he’s my Daddy. Come on, pretty girl, let’s let Stevie do his thing.”

***

In the middle of your bath, the AC abruptly clicked on and you sighed in relief. By the time Eddie had you in a long, oversized shirt and brushing your hair, you were completely at ease.

“Ok, honey, I hired some of the best people to come fix your unit so it won’t break again for a long while. I also called your landlord and threatened to sue him into oblivion…so your next couple of months are free.”, Steve grins as a he takes a seat on the edge of the bed in front of you. “At some point, doesn’t have to be now or even this month, I would like to talk with you about getting you a new place. You shouldn’t have to argue before someone fucking comes to fix your necessities. I mean YOU pay THEM—”

“Steven, you’re doing that thing again.”, the metalhead chuckles as he places the brush on your nightstand.

“Fuck. I’m sorry, Y/N. I just hate the idea of you struggling. You deserve all the good things.”

“Speaking of good things, what would you like to eat, babe? Harrington here said you had forgotten your lunch today. We want to make sure you’re fed and full.”

Your head hung as you silently stared into the mattress.

“Y/N, sweetie.”, Steve coos as he lifts your chin. “It’s ok that you called. You weren’t bothering us and we’re happy to help.”

“I know you said people in the past used you for your money. I don’t want you to think that’s all I want. I DO like you.”

Eddie lightly tugs your hair, tilting your head back so he could kiss your lips.

“We like you to.”

“This apartment really isn’t that bad, you know.”

“Baby, I just gave you a bath in that closet you call a bathroom and that’s coming from a man who grew up in a trailer.”

“I didn’t know that.”

As you lean back into his bare chest, a pleasant sigh leaves his lips and you rest your forehead on his cheek.

“I don’t talk about that side of my life. I mean of course people find out but…”

“We grew up in a small town so people gossip.”

“That’s how you two met? Growing up?”

Both men grow silent and you promptly hang your head before crawling out of Eddie’s embrace to head for the kitchen. They follow and as soon as they enter the room, you throw a menu onto the counter.

“I like their pizza and beer special. Don’t worry, Steve, we can get you like a Voss water or something.”, you grin as he tilts his head and you stick out your tongue.

“I feel challenged. Why do you think I can’t keep up with you and rockstar here?”

“I think you just answered your own question.”, Eddie joked as he leaned over the counter to look over the food options with you.

***

“Ok…3, 2, 1, GO!”

As soon as the metalhead gives the go ahead, you and Steve puncture the beer can with a knife and hastily chug back it’s contents. You were the first to finish, throwing your hands in the air as the other man trails behind.

“Jesus, I’m rusty.”

“Yeah, sure pretty boy. Whatever helps you sleep at night.”, you sass as you lean forward to grab another slice of pizza.

“So this is like your go to stress reliever? Sitting on the floor eating cheap pizza and beer while listening to crap music?”

“First off, rude. My music isn’t crap. Secondly, yeah. During the colder months I’ll put up Christmas lights and just lay here watching the snow fall. I love this city. It’s so beautiful.”

“Were you born here?”

“No, I’m from the south. I moved here because my boyfriend got a job and I wanted to be near him. Obviously, that didn’t end well.”, you chuckle as you take a sip of your drink.

“The asshole that hurt you?”, Eddie growls, his own protective nature slowly creeping in when you nod. “Was he always like that?”

“Verbally he could be a dick but he never got physical like that before. After we moved here it just got progressively worse. He’d say things under his breath or give me back handed compliments. Fucker could dish it out but never take it.

‘You know for how much weight you’ve gained, that dress actually looks pretty good on you.’

‘Aw, gee, thanks. You know, not many men can pull of jeans that tight but with a penis as small as yours I guess you don’t have to worry.’”

Both men laughed making you smile before it tapers off and they glance towards each other.

“My father was a fucker to. He got in trouble with the law a lot and ended up in prison back home in Indiana. I grew up with my uncle in that trailer I mentioned.”

“What about your mom?”

Eddie sighed as he propped himself up on his elbow.

“She died when I was really little. She, um, she was a good woman.”

Nodding, you decide not to pry further as you lean back against Steve’s stomach who was also on his side on his elbow.

“MY dad could verbally be a dick like your ex. He made comments like that all the time especially when I was in high school. I was surprised he let me take over his company. My mother isn’t a bad person, she just…I don’t know…her priorities are all out of whack.”

“I’m so sorry you guys experienced that. I actually get along with my parents and I hate being so far away from them.”

“Why didn’t you move back after you two broke up?”, the metalhead asked.

“My job. I love teaching here and I love those kids. They are all so smart and sassy, I love it.”, you giggle.

Your eyes shift towards the window as you pleasantly exhale, closing your eyes as Steve’s fingers absently began playing with your hair.

“When did you two decide to do this whole Daddy/Baby thing?”

“We’ve always enjoyed everything that comes along with being a Daddy and not just sexually. Perfect example, seeing your face light up when I told you I took care of everything with the apartment. I like seeing you happy.”

“I mean the same applies in bed to.”, Eddie chuckles. “We like seeing you unravel and tremble because of us. Why did you decide to do this?”

“I’ve always preferred more dominate men who could take control. I didn’t realize they would be so hard to find.”, you smile. “Maybe I was looking in the wrong age bracket. I needed two OLD MEN.”, you tease as the rockstar bites his lip across from you to stifle a laugh. “I’ve never cared about the money aspect that comes along with it.”

As they nod, you take both men in as they continue to relax. Because of the heat Eddie had removed his shirt so you could see how low his jeans really were as his blue boxers peaked out above the waistband. His hair was perfectly fluffed out, just barely resting on the top part of his smooth back. Any time you tried to run your fingers through it, he always made a joke about how tangled it was but you didn’t care especially when his eyes would close and he would hum lightly in pleasure when you did.

Steve had showed up in his suit and you had yet to see him in anything else but at least in this moment he seemed relaxed. The first time you were with them, he appeared agitated which Eddie had explained it was because the mogul didn’t want you to feel used after your ordeal. The couple of times after, he constantly displayed an air of confidence which wasn’t abnormal with Daddies you met but in this moment when he put that wall down…he was adorable. Even his hair relaxed as the product began to fade, allowing it to move every which way.

“You both are handsome.”

They had been in the middle of conversation you didn’t realize they were having until you blurted your statement making them pause as they turned to grin your way.

“Thank you.”, Eddie laughed, air hissing through his teeth. “I think it’s time to take away the booze, Stevie.”

“Pfft I’m not that drunk.”, you giggle. “Trust me, you’ll know when I am. I can be mean.” Both men chuckle and make mocking facial expressions as you playfully glare. “I know you don’t want to tell me what happened with your last Baby but… she’s a fucking idiot for not keeping you two around.”

You don’t see but their features falter for a moment before Steve finally collects himself.

“You’re technically our first Baby.” Your eyes widen in shock and amusement as he nods before popping open another can of beer. “I know. Plot twist, huh?”

“Obviously we talked to other ones on that site but you were the only one that intrigued us and the first we’ve ever met with. Like Harrington said, we like the aspects of being a Daddy which includes taking care of the girl we care about. Individually and together…it just got exhausting after a while jumping from one date to the next trying to figure out their motives. At least this way…there’s some order to it. Another reason we like you is because you ARE up front.”

“So… your last girlfriend must have really hurt you then…if you decided to give up that scene to this.” They glance your way at your comment as a sad sounding sigh escapes you and you pull your knees under your chin. “I’m sorry.”

“Y/N, can we ask for one more favor?”, Steve asks in a serious tone that makes you face him.

“Yeah, Daddy, of course.”

“Have you googled us yet? Or did any kind of snooping?” Both men exhale in relief when you say no. “You wouldn’t lie to us right, baby girl?”

“No, I wouldn’t lie. I wanted to but you wanted privacy. I respect that. Plus, I’d rather you tell me things than for me to read it.”

“Good…good girl.” Eddie praises as you blush. “Can we keep it that way?”

“Yes, Daddy, I promise.”

“What’s going on over there, pretty girl? Why are you all shy all of the sudden?”, he teases eliciting a small squeal as you duck your head into your arms.

“I’m just glad you two came over. I really needed this.”

“Yeah, honey? Is there anything else we can do for you?”

“Actually…”, you sing. “I got a new toy the other day. Would you like to see it?” After they nod, both men watch you rise to your feet and excitedly run towards your bedroom. When you return, you hastily open the box it came in and produce a pink vibrator for them to see. “I figured since I have two Daddies now I can use this if you both are away. This part is like the normal vibrators you see everywhere but this end here goes into my behind and this little part up here plays with my clit.”

“Have you tried it out yet?”

“No, Daddy.”, you answer Eddie’s question shaking your head.

“Well, why don’t you, baby? Give it whirl and tell us how it feels.”, Steve instructs in a husky tone that has you biting your bottom lip.

Tossing aside your comfy clothes, you sit naked before them as your eyes suddenly fleet between each man.

“May I lean against one of you?”

You can’t help but laugh when both men turn to each other and without any hesitation or prior conversation begin to play rock, paper, scissors. The metalhead wins, throwing his hands victoriously in the air as his friend rolls his eyes before lifting his body and crawling towards you to place himself behind you. Melting into his touch, you lean your head back onto his shoulder and kiss his cheek as he tilts down to kiss your neck.

His beautiful large hands softly run up the back of your thighs and hooks them behind your knees making you giggle like a little kid as he pries your legs open. They watch with eager eyes as you squeeze a small amount of lube into your palm and your breath hitches slightly as you lather it between your cheeks.

Eddie army crawls forward till he’s a few inches in front of your cunt, sighing as he lays his head on his forearm.

“Fuck, you smell so good.”

Smirking, you glance down to make sure the toy is positioned properly before focusing as you insert all the pieces in their respective places. Your body tenses a bit as you lean your head back and close your eyes.

“Everything ok, honey?”, Steve whispers.

“Y-Yeah. Fuck… just feels a bit…different.”

“For something about the size of a regular vibrator, it really blocks my view.”, the rockstar whines making you pout. “No, shit, hey. I didn’t mean that as a bad thing.” Quickly pushing up onto his palms, his fingers grip your chin, and tilt you so he can kiss your lips. “As long as I can see your face and hear those pretty sounds coming out of your mouth that’s all I care about.”

As he starts to pull away from you to lay back down, your free hand shoots out to grab his shoulder.

“Wait…Can you…stay this close to me to. Please, Daddy.”

A shaky breath escapes Eddie at your needy tone before hastily collecting himself and clearing his throat as he tilts back to sit his heels.

“Yeah, baby, yeah. Of course, I can do that for you.”

After pressing the little button, the toy comes to life and your groan instantly hits their ears.

“Jesus.”

“How does it feel, pretty girl?”

You barely register Steve’s question as your body lights up with every kind of sensation, your mouth falling open as a soft uh falls through.

“He asked you something, sweetheart.”

“F-Feels…feels…good.”

“Hey. Can you open your eyes and look at me?”, Eddie asks as the other man’s lips gently peck between your shoulder and neck. “Y/N, open your eyes.”

At his firmer tone you do what he commands, mewling loudly when you notice his hand had slid down his pants so he could ease the ache of his cock pressing almost painfully against the denim.

“Good, good girl. Don’t…fuck, you’re so fucking sexy…don’t take them off me.”

Steve’s mouth grazed your ear and his low, husky whispers had you trembling against him.

“There you go, baby girl. Make yourself cum. You deserve it after the long day you had. After you make yourself cum, your Daddies are going to take care of you, honey. We’ll fuck you till that little brain goes quiet. Fuck, I can hear how wet you are. Makes me so fucking hard.”

Your eyes rolled back as the coil snapped and you pushed back against him as you came.

“No, hey, no, baby. Don’t run from it.”, Eddie lightly scolded as he grabbed the end of the toy and continued pumping inside of you at a rigorous pace.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Daddy, please.”, you begged as you pushed at his hand.

After delicately removing the toy, he tossed it out of the way, collecting you in his arms, and positioning you so you were straddling his waist.

“You have to take off your pants.”, you breathily giggle when you feel the cold metal of the button on his jeans against your puffy lips. The rockstar’s eyelids flutter as he grunts in frustration and his arm grips your body to him as he uses his free hand to sloppily push them down his thighs. “Baby, you can let me go to take them off. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Damn right you’re not. You’re ours, princess. Fuck.” As you clung to his neck hovering over his lips, his eyes remained on your face as you slowly sunk down onto his cock. “Can you say that for me? Tell me who you belong to?”

“Mmm—I belong to Daddy. Oh my…so deep.”

“I know, baby, I know. There you go, that’s it. Just ride my dick just like that.”

His palms held the meat of your behind as he guided your movements while you bounced on top of him. Eddie’s gaze never faltered as he continued to take in every little movement that twitched along your features. Every time your bodies connected; your eyebrows scrunched in pleasure. When his length would roughly hit that sensitive spot inside you; your mouth fell open as you panted against his lips.

His favorite part was when either of you moved at a faster pace, you pulled him as close to you as you could. He loved feeling your needy hands pushing against his back to bring him to your chest or when your head fell against his shoulder as your fingers ran through his tangled mess of hair.

If he could be this close to you all the time he would.

“Fuck, Y/N.”, he practically growled as he lifted you up and placed you on your back underneath him. His lips roughly kissed yours as he rolled his lower half into your own. “You feel so fucking good. I need you to cum, pretty girl. Please.”

Your eyes opened at the word as his closed in focus, that little crease in his forehead as he thrust at a quicker pace had you swooning as you reached up to cup his cheek. A small smirk flickered across his mouth as he did the same; his thumb absently caressing your cheek.

“Just like that, Daddy. I’m gonna cum. W-Will you cum with me?”

After nodding, the sound of skin hitting skin filled the room till it was replaced with your whimpers and his grunts as the coil snapped and you both came.

Steve had been patiently waiting as he watched you both together, stroking his cock as your beautiful moans filled his ears. He desperately needed you but he knew how to wait; you’d be his soon enough.

After removing all of his clothes, he tossed them to the side, wanting to feel every part of your skin against him this time. As Eddie backed away, the mogul beamed down at you as he took his place.

“Are you ok, honey?”

He chuckled softly at your lopsided grin as you reached up for him to bring his lips to yours.

“Yeah, I’m ok. I want you.”

“I like hearing you say that. Can you say it again?”

“I want you, Daddy. I need you.”

Falling onto his side next to you, he guided you to do the same with your chest against his and one of his arms under your head.

“I just want to be really close to you, Y/N.”, he murmured as his large palm slid down your spine, over your ass, and along your thigh as he lifted it over his hip. Steve only released you long enough to guide his cock inside of you before placing it against your back near the base of your neck. “Fuck, baby, still so wet. Did Daddy make you feel good?”

“So good—mmm—I’ve never…”

“Never what? Tell me.”, he instructions as he continues doing little but deep thrusts into your core.

“No one’s ever fucked me like this…at this angle…”

He can’t help but lightly laugh making you sigh as you smile and lean your forehead onto his.

“We told you, baby girl. You’re with men now. We know how to take care of a beautiful woman like you.”

As he finds a steady, firm rhythm, you feel like you’re going to melt into a million tiny pieces as he stretched you open. Steve’s palm continued to roam your skin as his other remains firmly positioned behind your head, keeping your face as close to his as possible feeling your pussy clench every time he moans into your mouth.

“That’s it—fuck—just hold on to me, Y/N. Don’t let go.”

“Never.”

You didn’t even realize you said it but they both heard as it fell from your lips. Feeling his pace falter, he pounds into you hard and fast trying to get you over the edge before he cums. Tears streak your face as you tremble against him and while your cunt quivers around his cock he warms your insides as he spills inside of you.

“Fuck…fuck, fuck, fuck…”, Steve pants as he lifts your head and pushes back the hair sticking to your face. “Are you alright?”

A wide toothy smile greets him as you tilt back and giggle.

“Yeah, baby. That was perfect.”

“Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get you into a quick shower.”

“Nooooooo, Daddy.”, you whine making Eddie laugh as he jumps to his feet in only his boxers.

“Come on, ya big baby.”

He starts to tug on your arm like he’ll drag you if he has to causing your smile to grow as you rise to your feet and let him lead you to your bathroom. After putting on his own boxers, Steve trailed behind taking in the things around him.

Even though the majority of people had music on their phones, you had a small shelf filled with records and a record player. Along your walls were pictures of you with different people he assumed to be your family and friends. As he entered your bedroom, there was a bookshelf filled with reading material and he couldn’t help but smile when he notices a book hanging out that pertained to his business.

You were trying to learn and understand; he appreciated that.

What he didn’t like was when he placed the book back down a picture that was nestled in the back binding tumbled out.

It was you with another man’s arm wrapped around your shoulders.

Steve heard your laugh as you and his friend exited the bathroom and he held it up in your direction.

“Where did you get that?”, you asked as your face fell.

“It fell out of this book here.”

Your eyes closed as you sighed, taking the book from his hand and placing it on your dresser.

“I didn’t know it was in there.”, you mumbled.

“So you could hide it?”, Eddie asked with a tone filled of accusation. “Who the fuck is this?”

You try to control your anger as you watch the rockstar snatch it from the mogul’s hand as the other man stares at you waiting for an answer.

“My ex.”

“Yeah, that’s going to require some more explaining.”

“He let me borrow the book. Look, it’s not what you think! I asked a friend to ask him for it. I didn’t even think the asshole would put his fucking picture in there. I don’t even know why he’d do that.”

“To manipulate you and make you miss him.”, Steve growled. “Why are you taking anything from him at all?”

“Can we talk about this later, please? I’m so tired.”

“No, we can’t, Y/N. This is the second time this man is popping up suddenly and after what happened the first time I don’t like it.”

“What part? The part where I still went on a date with him or the part where he assaulted me?”

“Does it matter?!”, Eddie yelled. “Both were fucking awful. Nobody should be putting their hands on you and you are ours. We’ve made that very fucking clear!”

“And it’s crystal clear to me, Eddie. I don’t want to have anything to do with him!”, you scream, grabbing the image and tearing it up. “I try to avoid him as much I can but it’s hard! Fuck, this day sucks so much.”

“Why is it hard, Y/N?”

Folding your arms, you feel your heart start to break as you prepare for the worst.

“Because we work together! That’s how we met. We went to school together back home and when he got a job here in New York I followed him. He suggested I apply to and to my surprise I was hired to!” You shrug as you wipe the tears that began to fall. “I thought we were going to be together forever. I was a fucking idiot.”

Taking a seat on your bed, your head hangs but after a few seconds the mattress dips on either side of you as Eddie pushes your hair behind your ear so he can see your face.

“Usually, he just ignores me until he wants something…like last time… Since I started seeing you, now I ignore him and according to idle gossip it bothers him.”, you explain as you roll your eyes at the end.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”, Steve inquires.

“Why don’t you about your last girl?”, you snap.

As he exhales in frustration, Eddie rises angerly off the bed and stomps into your living before coming back with his phone in his hand. Falling to his knees in front of you, he flashes you the screen but when you try to take it from him he pulls it back.

“Read.”

“Gina Frost, daughter of 90s film star, suing guitarist and business tycoon for palimony.”

Your gaze shifts up to meet his with confusion.

“H-How have I never…”

“Our lawyer managed to put a lock on our information and we don’t actually go into a court or anything. Not yet anyway…”, he sighs.

“Can she…I mean…palimony is for a couple not a—”

“Yeah we know.”, Steve cuts you off a bit harshly. “Add that twist into the knife she stabbed into our backs.”

“I’m so sorry. I really am… I didn’t tell you about my ex because I felt stupid and I thought…maybe you wouldn’t want to be with me anymore if I told you. I swear, Steve, Eddie, I don’t have feelings for him. I like you two. I mean I know this is just a…I don’t know…a thing right now but I do enjoy talking to you. I feel safe with you and even though we can’t put a specific label on it I at least consider you my friends. You know…my old man friends that fuck me from time to time.”

They both laugh at your joke causing you to smile as you relish the sound.

“We felt the same.”, Eddie responds first, guiding you against your pillows as he follows and climbs in beside you. “She took advantage of us and it took us forever to even catch on. We like you to...”

“Very much.”, Steve added as he curled up beside you as well. “We’re not that old, ya brat.”

You giggle as they pull you closer to their sides.

“Are you safe? From him, I mean?”

“Yeah, he won’t do anything while we’re at work and if he did I would knock him out. That’s what happened last time. He yanked on my blouse and I turned around to punch him. He told people in the school he got in a bar fight defending a girl.”

“Jesus Christ. What a dick.”, the rockstar chuckles.

“Thank you both for coming over. I really need this…needed you.”

That makes them softly smile as you slowly begin to drift off to sleep. Eddie’s eyes scan his friend’s demeanor as he absently plays with your hair.

“Steve Harrington, whatever you’re thinking about doing, you can’t.”

“I don’t like him being in the same building with her. What if he hurts her again?”

“She said he won’t. Ah, ah.”, he tuts as the mogul starts to argue. “Don’t get me wrong. I don’t like it either but… that’s not part of our deal. We have to trust her. Unless she asks us to deal with him, we shouldn’t bringing that kind of attention our way.”

“Eddie, I don’t care about that kind of attention. Fuck Gina and fucking popular opinion.”, he growls. “What if…what if we can’t get to her or what if he does something worse… She said he changed after they moved. It just makes me nervous especially with us going out of town soon. I want to know she’s ok.”

“She’s a strong girl and if she needs anything she’ll tell us. We can’t control her like that. We aren’t those kind of men… we aren’t our dads.”

Steve glances his way, exhaling as he reaches over to pat his best friend’s arm.

“You’re a good dude, Munson.”

“Aw.”, Eddie coos. “Thank you. You’re not so bad yourself, Harrington.”

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hotel harrington

synopsis - some friends from steve's past show up on his doorstep looking for a place to stay. unfortunately for them, he has an insatiable girlfriend.

warnings - smut, fluff, dom/sub dynamics, daddy kink, pet names, shy reader

a/n - my first stranger things fic!!! i hope you all enjoy :)

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When Steve met his girl at the library it was practically love at first sight. He came in to print out some resumes for a job he was applying for at the bank. He quite literally stopped in his tracks when he saw the dark-haired girl shelving books in a short black skirt and an oversized sweater.

Steve had flirted with girls before with no problem. He was a little bit of a player during his high school days. But the thought of going up to what seemed to be the most perfect girl in the world was terrifying.

Steve pushed through his fears and eventually asked her out on a date. That’s how the pair ended up here, six months later. Her head was tucked into his side and she was sound asleep.

Steve had saved up for an apartment without his parent’s help. It was only a two-bedroom apartment, but it was something that was just his. He shared it with the perfect angel asleep next to him of course.

This was how most of their nights ended. She came home from her job at the library before Steve and typically she had dinner on the table. Steve would loosen his tie and eat, then they would go to bed. Simple. Perfect. Exactly what Steve had wanted his entire life.

The knock on his door was very unwelcomed. It was ten p.m., no one on Earth could possibly need him right now.

He opened the door to find four people he hadn’t seen in eight months. Four people he honestly never thought he would see again.

Jonathan, Nancy, Robin, and Eddie all stood in front of him, clearly disheveled. Steve had half a mind to just slam a door in their face and go back to cuddling with his girl.

“Why the fuck on are you on my doorstep,” Steve deadpanned.

“Well, we needed some help and you’re the first person we thought of. Surprise!” Robin smiled nervously while adding jazz hands around the word ‘surprise’.

“No. Absolutely not. I thought I was clear the last time I saw you. I’m done with all the supernatural shit. I’m ready to be a normal person and settle down.”

“Wait!” Nancy put her mary jane’s between the door and the wall before Steve could slam it in their faces, “We just need a place to stay tonight. The cops are after us. We aren’t asking for you to do anything other than that. Please.”

Before Steve had a chance to say no he turned his head towards the stairs where he heard faint footsteps making their way down.

Shit

He did not want his petal to have to deal with his past right now. She knew some of what happened to him, but not all of it. He also did not want any of his old friends corrupting his sweet angel.

She walked next to him and tugged on his shirt while rubbing her sleepy eyes, “Where did you go?”

Her pout melted Steve’s heart and momentarily took his focus away from the problem standing on his front porch, “I’m sorry, baby. Go back to bed and I’ll be right up. I just have to deal with this really quickly.”

His girl nodded her head and retreated back up the stairs, ever the obedient angel.

Steve turned his attention back to the four people begging to sleep in his house, “I really don’t have time to deal with this.”

“You won’t even know we’re here. We promise we won’t bother you or your really hot girlfriend,” Eddie joked flirtatiously.

“Calling my girlfriend hot is definitely not the way to sleep in my fucking house,” Steve all but growled out.

Eddie put his hands up as if to say he was innocent. Steve tried his hardest not to make eye contact with Robin. She was probably the one person that could break his resolve. He loved her and they were best friends once upon a time.

“It’s just one night, Steve. We’re in trouble, if you don’t help us we don’t know what could happen,” Robin pleaded.

He knew as soon as she opened her mouth and asked him for help he wouldn’t be able to say no. Just because they stopped hanging out didn’t mean he loved her and the friendship they once had any less.

Steve sighed and opened the door wide enough for them to step inside, “Fine. But if my girl isn’t okay with it, you can’t stay.”

They nodded in agreement as he led the four of them to his couch. Steve jogged up the stairs to go to his angel.

He opened the door to find her sitting up on their bed in fuzzy socks and one of his sweatshirts. He had to resist the urge to coo at how adorable she was.

“Hey, doll,” he stated, “Some of my old friends are downstairs and I was wondering if you were okay with them staying here tonight? If you aren’t comfortable with that I can tell them to leave.”

“No, they can stay,” she said softly, “It’s just our spare room isn’t set up so they’ll all have to sleep on the pullout.”

Steve was relieved that his girlfriend was okay with his friends and their intrusion, “I’ll go tell them they can stay.”

His petal followed him down the stairs. Steve felt her small hand wrap around the back of his shirt as she found her place behind him. His petal was never good at meeting new people, he could especially understand her anxiety now seeing as it was late at night in her own home and random people were occupying her living room.

He could tell his old friends were curious about the pretty girl hiding behind Steve but chose not to introduce them to one another.

“Our guest room isn’t ready for the company so you’re all going to have to sleep on the pullout. Also, we only have two extra blankets so you’ll have to share those too.”

Petal almost gasped at how unaccommodating her boyfriend was to his friends. She lightly slapped his back and gave him a scolding look when he turned around to glance at her. Steve stifled a smile at how cute his bossy little girlfriend was.

“Does anyone need anything before bed? Some water? Maybe a hot shower? I’m sorry we aren’t more prepared,” Petal apologized shyly.

“It’s fine. We’re just grateful to have a place to sleep tonight,” Jonathan said honestly with a smile on his face.

“How about some tea before bed? I have peppermint, chamomile, and green tea if anyone would like some,” Petal offered, trying to make her guests feel more comfortable since Steve didn’t.

“I’ll take some chamomile,” Nancy smiled and everyone else chimed in with what they wanted.

Steve’s girlfriend walked into the kitchen to go prepare everyone’s tea. Once she was comfortable out of earshot the gang started interrogating Steve.

‘What’s her name?’

“How long have you two been together?”

“Where did you meet?’

“You know she’s way out of your league, right?”

The last one came from Eddie which earned him a thump on the forehead from Steve.

“Her name is y/n, we’ve been together for six months, we met at the library, and she’s much more out of your league than mine, Munson,” Steve answered all of their questions rapid-fire.

“She seems nice,” Nancy commented while leaning back into the couch cushion.

“She is nice. She’s actually perfect,” Steve rambled about his gorgeous girlfriend.

“Okay, loverboy,” Robin stopped him, “We get it you’re in love with her.”

The goofy smile never left Steve’s face when he was talking about y/n.

“So,” Steve started after finishing his rant about his gorgeous girlfriend, “Are you guys gonna tell me why you all demanded to sleep in my house tonight?”

“We’re all being framed for the murder of Chrissy Cunningham. We were all in Eddie’s trailer where she died the same day she was found dead,” Nancy explained.

“Well, did you kill her?”

“What the hell! Obviously, we didn’t kill her,” Robin whisper-shouted at him.

“I have to make sure. I never know with you assholes,” Steve rolled his eyes.

Petal comes in with a tray of snacks and tea as the group is arguing with one another. Her presence snaps them all out of their fighting.

“Thank you, angel,” Steve says while pulling her frame down on top of his lap and kissing her temple, “Did you make yourself some peppermint tea?” he asked while eyeing the array of food on the tray she brought in.

She simply nodded her head and leaned in to grab one of the floral mugs.

“Thank you so much,” Robin smiled at y/n while eating a piece of fruit that was sat out.

“I’m sorry I don’t have more, I wish I could’ve been a bit more prepared,” She pouted while pressing her head against Steve’s chest.

“No, this is perfect,” Eddie said through a mouth full of cheese, “You have no idea how hungry we were on the road.”

They sat like that for a bit. Steve caught up with his friends and petal just listened intently while they reminisced on their old adventures.

Steve felt his angel yawn against his chest and decided to call it a night with his friends. He pulled the couch out and supplied them with all the blankets and pillows he could find.

Steve took his petal upstairs and they listened to the quiet murmurs of the people downstairs.

Somehow, Steve and his girl went from making small conversation to his body being on top of her own.

He kissed down her neck, “You have to be quiet for me, baby. You don’t want my friends to hear how much of a slut you are, do you?”

She whimpered out and shook her head as his fingers snaked between her legs. She ground against his hand and he tsked at her, “So fucking desperate.”

When the headboard started to bang against the wall rhythmically all thoughts of being quiet disappeared from both of them.

Her mewls and Steve’s breathy ‘good girl’ and ‘cockdrunk slut’ were the only things either of them could focus on.

Unfortunately for the group downstairs, they weren’t as oblivious as Steve and his girlfriend. They all groaned in misery when the girl’s small squeals could be heard. Nancy put a pillow over her head.

“Christ, do they have to be that loud?” Robin complained.

“There’s no way Harrington’s dick is good enough for a girl to call him ‘daddy’”, Eddie rolled his eyes and continued eating the cheese from the tray left out.

“He was nice enough to let us stay at his house. We really aren’t in the position to complain,” Jonathan pointed out while snuggling further into the pullout couch.

Just as he said that they all could hear an animalistic growl and the headboard banging slow to a stop.

“Thank fucking Christ,” Eddie mumbled out.

They all sighed in relief and slowly drifted back into sleep. As soon as they all found peace, the headboard began banging against the wall again. It was going to be a long night for the four of them.

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darnell-la · 2 months

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Forbid - Steve Harrington , Eddie Munson & Billy Hargrove (part 2)

pairing: unhinged!steve harrington x cocky!billy hargrove x cocky!eddie munson x reader

summary: after finishing y/n off, Eddie and Billy drive to Steve’s place to show them the mess y/n put herself into. Steve thought he could let her run free, he even tried to give her a chance to be right, but she can never shut her mouth. at least no fast enough.

note: this will be the last part of this series, but if you guys would like more of the stranger things trio, request in our inbox or message us! please, we enjoy these so much!

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“She’s gone quiet. Fuckin’ pathetic,” Eddie snapped his hip hard just once to get a tired whine out of her. She’s been cumming and crying all night, allowing the two men to take her over.

“I honestly thought she’d last longer than us,” Billy said, surprised at how much they’ve drained her. “I don’t think she’s had good cock in her life. Been messin’ around with them young folks,” Eddie said.

She’s told Eddie about her horrible hookups, and now she’s regretting everything she’s told him. He knows so much about her that she can’t lie or hide anything from her. She can’t even hide that she loves this, from him.

“Ain’t that right, sweetheart? Been fucked by all of these kids, and now you can’t take real cock. I mean, look at you. I barely have to fuck you hard,” Eddie said, still thrusting his hips. He’ll never get over watching her suck him back in.

“Mhm,” y/n finally answered him back from the fuck sessions him and Billy have given her for the past hours. “You love being passed around between us two? Imagine how you’ll feel with three grown cocks stuffing every last hole you’ve got to give,” Eddie rubbed down y/n’s back as he felt himself get close once again.

“So fuckin’ full,” Eddie groaned low as he spilled inside her one last time for right now. He can’t keep going. He’s been at this with Billy for a good hour, and he needs to save up, just in case they need to join in at the house.

“I’ll take her to her car while you drive to Steve. Need time to tie her up,” Eddie spoke to Billy as he pulled out of y/n. The weak girl instantly fell off of the car. Both of their bodies have been holding her up this whole time.

“Alright, I’ll give you want you need,” Billy began looking through his bags. “Wanna be professional or careless?” Billy asked, remembering he has proper huffs and ropes. “Careless. She’s free use, remember?” Billy said as he looked down at y/n’s used and cummed-in body.

Hearing that word free-use for them makes this whole situation mind blowing to her. She’s actually living her dreams.

“I’ll meet you there,” Billy handed over some ropes and other things to Eddie before throwing his bag in the car, getting in and driving off. Y/n shouted a few things, confused on why Billy is leaving since she’s completely missed that Eddie will be taking her to Steve.

“Corporate,” Eddie looked down at y/n before getting on his knees and beginning to tie her up. “What the- Eddie! This session is over! Let me go!” Y/n said, but Eddie didn’t come here for a session. In fact, he set this up, hoping y/n would be good for him and Steve, but she failed

“You think I give a shit about your little whore-session!?” Eddie yelled in her face then continued tying her down. Eddie grew angry at the way y/n fought back. He was planning on taking it easy in her, but she asked for it.

After Eddie got done, he tapped her mouth shut. “How about that,” Eddie chuckled before grabbing the anal plug and lube Billy left for him. “Let’s see how you do with your ass full,” Eddie grabbed y/n and forced her on her stomach.

The tied up girl tried yelling and squirming around to get up from Eddie, but it wasn’t happening. Eddie spread y/n’s cheeks until her asshole was exposed. “Fuck, it’s tight,” Eddie groaned as he rubbed a finger along it.

Y/n whined at his touch. “Yeah, you like that?” Eddie asked as he squeezed the lube bottle over her hole. Y/n hitched at the cold feeling on asshole, making Eddie groan. “Yeah,” Eddie groaned under his breath before placing the bottle down and rubbing it in.

“You’re gonna be so full,” Eddie smirked down at the pretty girl who’s currently running wild in her kind. Billy left her to Eddie. Billy left her just for Eddie’s own small pleasure, and she can’t seem to hate it.

Without warning, the older man pushed at the girls entrance. “Ah, fuck, fuck!” Y/n whined as Eddie pushed further and further into her until the plug was fully in her.

“You’re just so tight. Christ,” Eddie admired the pretty pink diamond plug is y/n’s asshole. “Gonna have to get use to it,” Eddie said before getting up and placing the lube and plug in his pocket.

Eddie quickly picked y/n up and swung her over his shoulder before walking off with her. “Y/n tried kicking, but her feet and knees are tied and her wrist are tried behind her back.

“Keep fightin’ and this night will only get better,” Eddie said as he touched all over y/n’s ass. He couldn’t get enough of her, and she’s beginning to notice it. Even on Billy’s part.

Eddie had threw y/n in the back seat of her own car before taking off. Y/n kept her act up but kicking, screaming and begging, but her mouth is taped. He paid no mind to his little prize as he drove all the way to Steve’s house.

Billy had gotten there before them, so as soon as Eddie pulled up, he hopped out of the car to grab y/n and throw her over his shoulders.

“He’s gonna be very very angry, baby. I wish I could help you,” Eddie fake pouted in y/n’s face before walking towards Steve’s front door. She’s so confused, and scared right now. What if people see her? This could go so wrong all because she’s had this sick little kink.

After Eddie unlocked Steve’s house since he knows where he leaves his spare key, Billy carried y/n upstairs and into Steve’s guest room that Eddie showed him the way too.

The two older men had kept themselves up and made money, so a big house like this is nothing to them, but for y/n, it’s something brand new.

“Oh, Stevie!” Eddie shouted through the house as he made his way to Steve in the shower. Y/n heart dropped, confused and in shock. No. Steve can’t see her like this.

That’s when the still tied up girl began kicking and screaming. Everything’s still muffled, only making Billy laugh at how humiliating she looks.

“You don’t have good fighting Instinkts, princess. We’ll have to work on that, but for now, I need you to calm down,” Billy stood next to y/n who’s in the middle off a bed, trying to wiggle free.

“Hey, Steve!” Eddie knocked on Steve’s bathroom door before stepping in. “What’s up?” He asked as he rinsed himself off. “Guess who I found,” Eddie said as Steve stood there confused and waiting for Eddie to speak up.

“Our little sweetheart,” Eddie said, instantly boiling Steve’s blood. “She actually went? There’s no way,” Steve said. He had thought Eddie was lying about him talking to Billy about y/n and this app, but he clearly wasn’t.

“Billy fucked her!?” Steve basically screamed. “Yep,” Eddie laughed, knowing that would mess with Steve and get him angrier. He would hate for y/n to be fucked unconscious for disobeying him.

“I did too,” Eddie smirked at the man, making Steve rub his face in frustration. “See for yourself. She’s in your guest bed all tied up on display for you,” Eddie said before waking out, not even closing the bathroom door.

Steve hit the shower knob, trining the shower off as he tried keeping himself together. Steve has never had this idea to hurt y/n in any sexual way. He’s always wanted soft and slow sex with his perfect girl, but something about y/n makes him want to act out of his limits.

Steve quickly dried himself up and walked to his room to at least put boxers on. He couldn’t wait long enough to get fully dressed or even dry his hair. He has to see if she actually went out disloyal.

“Oh, I think it’s him, darling. Might wanna calm down,” Eddie said, setting alarms off in Steve’s head. He knows she shouldn’t go in. If he sees her, he’ll flip, but he had to see. He just had to check and see if his perfect girl cheated.

Steve slowly walked around the corner, and at the same time, y/n and Steve’s heart dropped. Y/n instantly stopped kicking and screaming as Steve’s made his way in the room.

Steve took a short look at Billy before looking back at y/n. He hasn’t talked to Billy in a good two years, and any time he has, it’s always some stupid argument or about y/n.

“Why?” Steve asked. Billy ripped the tape off of y/n’s mouth, making her yelp. “I-I’m sorry, I swear! I swear Mr, Harrington!” Y/n began to tear up. “Mr. Harrington?” Steve asked with a scoff before he turned around and rubbed his face.

“Watch what your say, princess,” Eddie warned y/n. “I-I’m sorry, Steve,” y/n corrected herself, but it’s far too late. Now he sees what she sees him as. A coworker, and he can’t have that.

“Y/n,” Steve spoke as he slowly turned back towards her. “I’m going to give you another chance. I have sympathy for you. From now on, you only go place after asking me. You only speak to me and whoever I allow you to speak to,” Steve started making rules.

“You won’t need to work, for I will provide for you. You’ll even move in, but I will not accept this whore activity. You’ve pissed me off far enough,” Steve tried saying in his best voice possible.

“I- Steve, I’m a grown woman. Look, I get this looks bad, but — You’re not my father,” y/n said, making Eddie and Billy steps back. They knew what was coming.

“I’m not trying g to be your father, y/n! I’m trying to be a good loyal man to you, but you’re just fucking up and walking around free. You can’t do that! We forbid you do this app shit, and look at you! You fucked Billy!” Steve yelled.

“She even sucked me off,” Billy spoke quietly then kept his mouth closed. Knowing what Steve will do when he’s mad is something Billy and Eddie want to see.

“You sucked him off!?” Steve asked y/n before grabbing his face again. “No! Well, yeah, but, I don’t know,” y/n said. “You’re banded from being around any type of man, I don’t fucking care if it’s someone working at a cash register. You are forbidden!” Steve demand.

“Hell, no! You’re not my dad, brother or fuckin’ boyfriend, Steve. You can’t do this!” Y/n argued back and forth with him, but deep down, she likes being told what she can and can’t do. He must really want her to himself.

“Oh, is that so? Oh, so you only listen to strangers who fuck you, hm? Is that what it is!? I gotta be a stranger and fuck your cunt full for you to listen!?” Steve yelled at her. He didn’t plan to, but he left out the room to grab his kink bag.

“Oh, shit,” Eddie jumped around before sitting done in front of the bed on a sofa. Billy joined him before Steve entered the room. “I’ll give you what you want then, since little brats like you get everything they fuckin’ dream of,” Steve said as he went through his bad.

The older man angrily set up these equipment on his bed board and foot board. “Steve, calm down. We can figure something out,” y/n said, already settled and willing to hear Steve out, but he’s done talking and trying to help her understand.

Steve roughly grabbed y/n and untried her. She thought he was letting her go, but he instantly grabbed her wrists and wrapped them to his bed board before he went to her feet and did the same.

“What the fuck! Steve! You can’t just fuckin’ kidnapp me! I didn’t agree to this in any fuckin’ messages,” y/n yelled at him. Steve had enough. He walked face height of her on the bed and slapped her hard.

“That’ll shut her up,” Billy chuckled low in front of the bed as Eddie laughed to himself. “You really think I care what you said in some social media messages, y/n!? You cheated!” Steve yelled.

“I didn’t cheat! We’re not dating!” Y/n was still confused int that before. Steve quickly climbed on top of her and wrapped his right hand around her neck to make her focus on his words and his words only.

“You’ve been mine since I laid eyes on you. And I know you know how I feel by the way you act around me and Eddie. Sometimes you’re a girls girl but most of the time you’re bad, and you know it. You fuckin’ know it but you keep playing,” stave gripped harder.

“I-I don’t understand,” y/n chocked, not getting where he’s trying to get at. “I’ll make you,” Steve said before reaching in his pants to pull his already hard cock out.

“Oh my- Steve, no! No, no, no, no, no,” y/n repeated as she began wiggling again. She’s to sore and he’s to big. He’s definitely bigger than Billy and Eddie. It’s not like they were small, but ones thicker and the other is longer. Steve is both.

“Oh, yeah, and you’re gonna lay here and take it. You get no more choices,” Steve said as Eddie and Billy got up and untied her feet. She thought they were helping her, but they grappled this strap and wrapped her legs against but this time, place some of the wrap around the back of her neck, forcing her legs up and wide open.

“Wait, no! Guys, please, don’t! I can’t! I can’t do anymore!” Y/n’s eyes began glossing up. What if she passed out? That’ll be embarrassing. But at the same time, she knows she’d like it. Fuck!

“And your ass is full!? Holy shit, you’re a goddamn slut,” Steve gripped y/n’s neck again, this right now to tight as he grabbed his cock and pushed at her wet and still soaked cunt.

“You’re already so full of cum. God, you’re just something else,” Steve slammed all the way into y/n, not caring how load she screamed. “Safe word?” Billy asked, still checking for her half-ass confirmation. Y/n stayed silent.

“The fuck is that?” Steve asked, saying still as he looked at Billy. “To make sure she’s fine with this, but don’t worry. She’s a whore. She liked almost anything,” Billy said as Steve slowly turned towards y/n watching her eyes on his.

“Is that true? Are you a little whore? You like it rough and old?” Steve asked as he slowly pulled out and slowly pushed back in. “F-Fuck!” Y/n threw her head back.

“Huh!?” Steve pulled out fast and roughly slammed back it, knocking the wind out of y/n’s lungs. The already drained girl rolled her eyes back as he jaw stayed opened, trying to find enough air but its barley coming.

“Answer me!” Steve gripped y/n’s neck harder than the last time he did, but she refused to admit to it. “Answering me you fuckin’ slut. Answer me!” Steve yelled inches away from her face. Her mind grew foggy as his grip stayed the same.

“Motherfucker,” Steve cussed under his breath as he began to snap his hips against her bare skin allowing the hole room to fill with so many nasty noises. The two other men couldn’t stop watching the way Steve used her.

“Wanna be free use? Here you fuckin’ go. Free fuckin’ use like a dirty little bitch. God, you will not live a day without me fucking this cunt so full of cum. I swear to god, I’m going to make you understand who the fuck I am to you,” Steve grabbed y/n’s hair with his free and and tugged at it, letting out moan from her.

“Mhm? Ya like it? Ya fuckin’ like my cock in you? Like old dick so much you can’t fuckin’ breathe, hm? Tell me. Tell your man how much you like his cock drilling’ a hole in your gut,” Steve’s lips slightly touched her ear as he growled.

“I-I-I-“ y/n couldn’t form anything. She’s to fucked out to think, but she knows anything she says will be the truth. “I-I- Fuckin’ say it!” Steve yelled in her face as he snapped his hips after, staring straight into her eyes.

“Want,” y/n struggled. “C’mon, Stevie. Let the girl speak,” Eddie suggested. “Yeah, she’s bound to pass out,” Billy chuckled, seeing how rough Steve can be to what’s his, and he has no problem with it. As long as he gets to see it and take next.

“There. Fuckin’ say it or a fuck you face until you go slack,” stage threatened, and as much as she’d like that, she couldn’t today. “I-I want you. A-All of you,” tears streamed down the pretty girls face as she get her cries quiet.

“Is that so, baby? You want me?” Steve asked in a way better tone then he last spoke. “Y-Yes. I-I want you, baby. P-Please take me,” y/n’s cunt began clinching down in Steve’s cock like the tightest cock sleeve he could ever buy.

“Want me to take you whenever I want? Take you like my perfect little, princess, baby?” Steve spoke into the crook of y/n’s neck as her eyes rolled back and she finally came around Steve’s huge cock.

“Augh, fuck,” Steve moaned as his thrust stuttered and he finally spilled a massive load inside y/n’s cunt. You could hear the wet noises and bubbles building and leaking out of her cunt.

“Now I’m hard again,” Eddie said, making the circle continue. Once one fucks, the others get hard and it never ends. “I-I’ll take it,” y/n said low as Steve slowly pulled out of his girl.

“As long as you know you’re ours. Mine the most, but ours. No more app. No more skipping around Hawkins actin’ free. All ours,” Steve spoke what he wanted. “All yours,” y/n agreed before passionately making out with Steve as the other two men got themselves undressed and ready to please their girl.

part one!

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emsgoodthinkin · 6 months

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smut-fluff-angst (includes other ST characters) [MDNI]

As long as I’m with you- Steve wakes up to another bad night you’ve had (tw)

King Steve doesn’t exist- (Steddie) ft. Billy Hargrove

Steve Harringtons deepest secret gets revealed, but will the freak accept him? Will he runaway from him like everyone else? Does size really matter?

Shy my ass - (short) Steve Harrington x you - you’ve always imagined riding your boyfriends big nose

Bio- (short) Steve Harrington x you - Steve watching you fuck your self on his c*ck

The band-aid to my wounds- Older Eddie fic (ft. Steve x kurt kunkle x reader)

After stumbling into an old barn after being stranded by your freshly new ex boyfriend, you wake up strangely in a room..that isn't yours..

Headcanons / blurbs / imagines

Trans Steve getting his groove back

Convincing Steve to take your v-card

Hot and bothered by their black gf (steddie)

Grinding yourself innocent perv self on Steve’s hand

Struggling to get wet (steddie)

Soft Stevie

Perv cyclist Steve

Steve’s nickname 4 u

Older Steve loves a bush

Fucking Steve while thinking about Eddie

Dilf Steve discovers new kinks

(Steddie) helping chronically ill reader feel better

Sugar daddy Steve moodboard

Sweater weather moodboard, strangers to lovers

Dancing with R&B Steve

Angelic Stancy

Beefy Steve

Hunt me down

Bi Steve

Businessman or dancer Steve imagine

Smash? Smash.

———— extras

Billy Hargrove loves plus size women

Dom Nancy / fruity four headcanons

Robins an angel

Argyles favorite positions

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Open Your Mouth- Steve Harrington

summary: after running your mouth, coach harrington decides to fix that filthy mouth.

Coach!steve harrington x golfing fem reader (pt 2 of open your hips)

cw: dark!steve harrington, this is DARK, i promise. don’t read further if these warnings worry you. perv!steve harrington. coach!steve harrington. dumbification, heavy & borderline mean degradation w/o consent, dub con (imo), coach using a player for sex, coach lusting after a player, impact play, innocence kink (faint), oral (m receiving), rough manhandling, treating like an animal but not pet play.. steve makes reader lick cum off the floor, afab! reader

part one!

"come in,"

you walked in, hands in your lap while your eyes scattered across his body, his expression. unlike most times he didn't look pleased, smile lines rested and drooped into a disappointed frown- almost even a line.

you knew what you did wrong, you let your mouth run wild after a match once an opponent accused you of cheating. which you never did- well, didn't mean to. okay maybe you did mean to, but it was just to move a lie.

standing in the corner was all you could do, heart racing and palms sweltered. coach steve never was the angry type, until now. seething and huffing, he blew a gust of cold air out from his lips in the hopes of calming himself down.

steve would swivel to meet your lamb-like gaze, his hands tight around the ledge of the desk with his veins pulsing in agitation, "i'm fucking pissed off, y/n. can you tell? can you tell i'm fucking pissed off? beyond fucking pissed!"

a harsh gulp bumped down your throat followed by a timid nod, "y-yes coach."

his anger didn't halt purely at the scandal from the game, but at the attire you wore. a polo with the buttons halfway undone? exposing your cleavage? no one should be seeing those tits, he told himself that over and over. he should be seeing them, biting them, marking them. visions of you helpless for him were quite the reoccurrence, but with someone so innocent he had to tread lightly.

but he was at the point of blowing a fuse.

in a quick motion he stood up, his shoes pounding against the floor with each angry step he took towards you. there was the urge to clutch onto your cheeks, press the pads of his thumbs into either side and make you beg for forgiveness. yet, even someone so incredibly horny like coach steve harrington knew better.

"and you think a fucking slutty outfit is appropriate for a fucking match? always thought you were a smart girl but damn, you are turning into one dim fucking bimbo. y'know that? the fuck you gonna do in life as a dumbass whore-dressing bimbo? ain't no tour gonna want that you little-" and he stopped when he caught sight of your waterline greeted with arriving droplets of tears.

at the sight of such tears he could feel his cock strain, the jeans he wore fasten tighter around him, "you should be on your knees fucking begging for me to keep you on this team."

without a second thought you did as told, sniffling as you dropped down to your knees. the wood flooring felt like a punch to your kneecaps but you couldn't care now. sorrowful mumbles pass through your lips, all of which are apologetic and begging for his mercy, "please don't- don't kick me off the team coach. please don't, please-"

your mouth stops moving when your cheeks feel a sharp clutch on them, and your chin is lifted further upwards, bottom lip tugged down gently.

"i should put that dirty fucking mouth to work."

and he did as he said. the buttons of his jeans drew away from the slits with the hem of the denim crunched eventually down near his ankles. his fingers curled tightly around the waistband of his boxers, the outline of his cock bulging through the thin fabric. you couldn't process completely what was going on and you were only able to look up into his eyes, and see a sort of darkness you've never seen in him before.

steve snickers grimly, patting your cheek with his fingers, "bet that mouth can work, huh. always try to act innocent but i bet you're a damn good cocksucker. and i wanna make sure."

you have no control, but you only nod. you can feel your mouth water once his cock springs from the barriers of the cotton. tip swelled and dripping with precum, bright red as the rest of his length pulses. coach is no patient man, which is way he yanks down your jaw and rams himself between your lips.

once soft skin is stiff with veins protruding against the walls in your mouth. you gagged at the abruptness but he only cackled, tilting his head back and beginning to pound himself into you. his balls reach closer to slapping against your chin with each extra inch he shoves down your throat.

"that's it, suck it like a dirty slut, suck it for your spot on the team," he can't pull his eyes away from you, enticed by the sight of you gasping for air while jammed with almost all of him. gags spill from your mouth, echoing off the walls before he slapped your cheek, "take it all, take all of coaches cock, you little slut."

air is something you forget about, your passage ways stuffed with the fat cock of your lustful couch. beads of saliva start to bubble around your lips until you just begin to drool like an animal. steve can't stop chuckling, lowly and mockingly as you try to breathe in deep but only choke as you do so.

mascara clogs your view with stained tears once he yanks your hair back suddenly, thrusting all of his cock into your mouth. leaving you jam-packed and vulnerable. you can feel him stiffen, the precum on your tastebuds. for a second or so he twitches, "got me fucking close, you like that? making coach cum to keep your spot?"

you don't acknowledge.

"fucking nod that damn head-" and you do. you nod repeatedly before your mouth becomes overflown with cum. you spurt and couch, swallowing the best you could but letting droplets fall from your lips and onto the floor. but steve is groaning like a mess, head rigid from intensely watching your every move with a dropped jaw. trickling sweat raced down his forehead the more he followed your actions, "fucking shit, my perfect little whore, oh fuck, take every drop, every fucking drop." you only want to oblige, so you obeyed him, swallowing. you didn't expect to be greeted with a salty yet almost addictive taste- yet you could've never expected this to ever occur.

it took a second for a once throbbing cock to soften, still lined with excess droplets of cum which are seen once he pulled out, "hm," is the only word that he spoke. steve's eyes study the ground before returning back to you, a malicious smirk present on his face.

"told you to take every last drop, so do it."

it felt beastly to even imagine licking a floor, but with hooded eyes covering dark pupils you have to do as told. eagerly, you crouch down further and drag your tongue across the single drop of cum on the floor. coach laughed, mockingly once again before moved a hand to brush through the locks of your hair.

"good girl, what a fucking good girl." you pop your swollen lips, tinted with a faint color of an almost transparent red.

"thank you, coach."

you smiled, but paused when he spoke again, "been wanting to do that for so fucking long. however, i've got some other plans in mind now."

yet you're eager with a heart that raced while awaiting for whatever was next.

still of course, a little confused.

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