#man I miss when the fandom was only at st2

[gayboybyerz]

I’m gonna be controversial for a second and just say that Eddie Munson was the worst thing to come to stranger things. That’s all.

#stranger things #please don’t kill me for this #eddie munson #controversial opinion #maybe it isn’t him necessarily but his fan base #man I miss when the fandom was only at st2 #although us bylers were fighting for our lives #lol still miss it #byler #people he had so little screen time and y’all love him for what? #and let’s be honest he was born to die #if he comes back ima be mad #we don’t know him enough and so why are people so attached #because he is hot and so of course they love him #and the fact he has 2 ships with the little amount of time he was on screen just kinda shows the reasons for why people actually like him #I mean eddie had 2 interactions with Steve #and they were about girls😭 #not to mention eddie was selling Chrissy drugs- #I just don’t understand the obsession with him #and we could have done without him🤷🏼‍♀️

[divine17]

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Fandom: Stranger Things

Request: —

Warnings: SMUT, fem!reader, gentle!dom!steve x sub!reader, daddy/baby girl kink, mutual masturbation/phone sex, established romantic relationship, slight orgasm denial (?), praise kink, that probably covers it

Word Count: 3.0k

A/N: i had an idea™ ...

oh, also! written with st2!steve in mind. but you could definitely change that up if you want to!! (& not my gif!! found on tenor, posted by captainromanoff.)

Steve Harrington hated being alone.

Since he’d started dating you back in sophomore year, he could comfortably say that he didn’t find himself alone very often. The two of you were almost always together, whether it was at school or work or one of you sleeping over at the other’s house. Most people would find that annoying, probably, but him? He loved it. He savored spending every waking moment with you.

Steve loved nothing more than when he would stir awake in the middle of the night to find your arm thrown over his bare stomach and your legs all tangled together. Your warm cheek pressed against his chest, the top of your head brushing against his jawline. The feeling of you taking a deep breath in and your grasp on him growing just a little bit tighter as he adjusted himself so he could fall back asleep. That was his favorite thing, the best thing he’d ever had the simple pleasure of experiencing.

So, naturally, he found it strangely difficult to sleep now that he was completely and utterly alone.

Exactly eleven days ago, Steve’s parents had hurriedly dragged him away from you and the tiny town of Hawkins. They packed a suitcase or two and caught a plane up to New York City, a bustling city completely unlike his hometown in every single way possible. All under the guise of visiting some dumb relatives that he didn’t even know... He barely had time to tell you goodbye, but that’s alright, because he’s called you up at 10 o’clock sharp every single night since he’d left. Long, sweet conversations until one of you got too tired to continue, going well into the early morning hours before someone hung up.

It was eleven nights that the boy had been without you. The first night wasn’t that bad. It didn’t take long for him to fall asleep after such a busy day, he barely had time to think about your absence. On the second night, it began to set in; and by the fourth, he was beginning to crumble from the inside out. The seventh day that marked one week without you was the toughest. He was lonely, he needed you now more than ever. Innocently. But on the ninth, he began to feel a bit better.

Well, not exactly. But close enough. His mind slowly started to wander away from him, falling into... More promiscuous territory. The pure need had turned into a much more lustful want; the sound of your sultry little moans began to completely flood his brain, the images of your body. Your breasts bouncing as you rode him a couple nights before he left, the picture of your lips wrapped around his cock, your bright (Y/E/C) eyes staring up at him. The sweet, satisfying release that he so desperately craved. He couldn’t even count on both hands how many times he’d jacked off, trying to rid himself of what seemed like a constant hard-on, purely from the thoughts.

And by the eleventh night... To put it kindly, Steve was about to lose his fucking mind. He couldn’t shake those thoughts. They clouded his consciousness, all he could even think of. And now, his cock was achingly, painfully hard, strained against his grey sweatpants. You would’ve loved the sight of it, he was sure.

He rolled over in bed, taking his head between his palms after looking at the clock. 9:57. A couple little swears fell from his lips near-silently as he sighed. He couldn’t do this again. There was only so much his hand could do with just the memories... God, he had to get back home to you. As soon as possible. He missed you, all of you. Everything about you, he needed it. And with that, he got an an idea.

Steve sat up in bed, swinging his legs off of the mattress and onto the floor. His thin socks hit the cool tile as he stood up, slowly walking over to the large window that overlooked this part of the city. He watched for a moment, studying the yellow cabs and green lights below. The people constantly moving, in their striking neon colors and shapes. He could almost hear the chatter of them below, it seemed.

Next, he headed back to the bed, sitting down on the edge before picking up the phone. A small, black rotary, it wasn’t perfect, but he was grateful to have it. He leaned back and quickly dialed your number, and on the third ring, you picked up.

God, it was such an immediate relief to hear your voice as you answered.

“Stevie?” You asked. You weren’t really sure why you did... Who else would be calling, and at this time? He mumbled a small ‘yeah’ in response, causing a light smile to wash over your face.

After a few minutes of regular conversation, he found a sudden little bit of courage to bite the bullet and ask.

“Can we try something new tonight?” He asked. His voice was suddenly growing lustful and needier as he spoke, almost like a whine. “Everyone’s asleep, right?”

“Yeah, what is it? Why?”

“I need you to lock your door. Turn your lamp off.” The boy said. He felt like he grew more and more dominant by the second as he talked to you, but in a soft sort of way. You put the phone down, tiptoeing to your bedroom door, flicking the lock shut and switching the table lamp off. “Next, I want you to lay down on your back. Get comfortable for me, alright baby girl? I think we’re gonna be here for a while.”

You hummed in response as you laid down on your back, an arm draped across your stomach while the other held the phone to your ear, awaiting further instruction from your boyfriend.

“Take off your clothes.”

You couldn’t help but smirk a little at that one, a bit thankful that he couldn’t see you. But once again, you agreed, beginning to strip off your tanktop, tossing it into the floor. Next was your shorts, and then your panties. After that, you settled back into his desired position for you.

“I’m going to talk you through this, listen carefully...” Steve grew helplessly nervous as he began to think out his next few words, yet still remained confident. “I want you to run a finger over your pretty, pink lips. Part them, let it fall between them.”

He had to stop himself from moaning when he heard the wet sounds of you following his commands. So submissive, so obedient. Just how he liked it during times like this. It wasn’t often these days that he’d take the rather dominant role, but when he did... He was always soft, much more gentle than he had been back in, say, the King Steve days. And he was always weirdly good at it, at playing the dom. He knew just the right buttons to push and levers to pull to drive you absolutely insane, and you loved every second of it.

“Feel how hot your mouth is.... God, I love your mouth, baby. Don’t you? It’s so perfect, so warm and inviting. Suck on your finger. Feel how warm, how soft... That’s what it feels like when it’s wrapped around my cock. Like heaven.”

“Yes, Daddy.” You replied, gliding your finger over your tongue, savoring the warmth. Steve let out a light groan at the nickname. It drove him crazy when you called him that. Hell, he didn’t even know why it got him like that, but he loved it so.

“I want you to get your finger nice and wet for me. Trail it down your neck, to your tits. Now, pinch those sweet little nipples for Daddy. Let me hear you. You feel your little pussy twitch? Yeah, I thought so... Give your tits a little squeeze for me. A little rougher, just like I always do.”

You couldn’t help but moan slightly as you followed through his orders, causing him to have to take a second and remind himself to breathe. Man, no one else had ever been able to get him so worked up like this, so fucking horny that he couldn’t see straight. Only you.

“Lick your finger again, make both nipples wet. Play with it. Imagine it’s my tongue, sucking and biting just like you like. I’m there, I’m kneading your breast in one hand, using my mouth on the other…” Steve could hear that too-familiar little whine, the one you always made when your thighs began to close on him, when he gave you so much pleasure that you nearly couldn’t handle it. He knew you and your body almost a little too well. “No, baby girl. Keep those legs open for me. I want you to, slowly, trail your hand down your stomach. Slowly, Y/N. Do you feel how fucking wet you are? Who made you like that without even touching you?”

“You.” You breathed, choking back a moan. “You, Steve.”

“That’s right, baby, even though I’m almost a thousand miles away. I wish I was there with you… As soon as I get home, I’ll fuck you nice and hard just like I know you want me to. But for now, push one finger into your pussy. Just one for now, baby girl. Be patient…”

“I will, Daddy.”

“Good girl. Finger yourself for me. It’s good, but it’s not enough, is it? So needy... So pull out, circle around your clit... Gentle, slow and gentle. You know better.” Steve gave you more than a few seconds to please yourself before he spoke up again. And taking the silence to his advantage, he let his own hand fall down to his lap, slowly beginning to palm himself through the thick fabric. “Do you think you’re ready for another finger? Take your time, sweet girl. Pump them in and out...”

Steve let out a small groan, his own arousal becoming too much for him. His cock twitched against his thigh, feeling the little beads of precum fall onto his soft skin. Another soft sound when he pressed a little harder, the soft friction of the cotton against his sensitive member, driving him crazy. Fuck it.

“Baby girl, this was supposed to be just for you... I was gonna take care of myself later, but I just can’t hold back. You’re so beautiful when you moan like that, so fuck it. Baby, we’re gonna do this together.” He began to untie the strings, pulling his sweats and boxers down his hips just enough for him to pull out his aching length. More quiet curses fell from his lips as he took himself into his hand. God, he could’ve came right then and there if he really wanted to. “I’m- My hand is wrapped around my cock, my thumb is gliding over the tip. Feels so good... Imagine me pushing it inside you, push two fingers into yourself. Fuck, I can practically feel you squeezing around me... Curl those fingers, find that sweet spot that I showed you. Press against it, feel it, baby girl.”

A throaty moan finally escaped you, much to your surprise. Steve groaned, enjoying that sound to the fullest. He wished that you could be as loud as you wanted, but unfortunately, you couldn’t. You had family across the hall. His was three floors down, and he was very thankful that he himself didn’t have to worry about that. He could talk at just above a whisper but below a normal speaking voice, so (really, accidentally) sexy and perfect.

“I want you to put the phone down next to your ear. Rub your clit, use both hands if you want to, so your fingers keep working. Be gentle, so gentle... When you pull your fingers out, I want you to suck on them. Taste yourself, I know you love it, baby. Pretend they’re my fingers, slick with your wetness.”

“Oh, fuck,” You mumbled, trying to keep yourself quiet,. Not quite failing, but... Not exactly succeeding, either. Not that either of you much cared at the moment. You sighed lightly as you licked over your fingers, and he inhaled sharply upon hearing the obscene sound of it. Wet, your lips wrapped around your digits, tongue sweetly licking up the mess on them. “Daddy... I’m so close.”

“I know, baby girl, just keep playing with your clit. Fingers, in and out, hitting that spot... God, fuck, what I wouldn’t give to be there with you. I don’t think, I-I don’t think I’d be able to resist you... Oh, it feels so good when I close my eyes, I can see you above me, hands tangled in my hair while you ride my cock.” His own strokes became quicker as he spoke, a smile seeping through his voice. He loved that sight, that thought, more than anything else. He squeezed himself slightly, imagining that it was your pussy squeezing him so nice, so invitingly, just like always.

The more he spoke, the quicker your orgasm approached, the sweet, hot waves of pleasure washing over you violently. You began to focus solely on his voice, and with that, you started to let your moans get louder... And louder, and louder, until finally he had to stop you.

“Baby girl, hey, listen to me.” He said, through broken words. He found himself a panting mess at this point. “You have to be quiet. I want you to be quiet, daddy needs you to be quiet. I want you to whimper, so softly, so quietly. Okay? Can you do that for me?”

“Mhm.” You whined, nodding your head. Completely forgetting that the brunette boy couldn’t see you. But somehow, he just knew that’s what you were doing.

“I want you to go harder, deeper. Raise your hips up a bit. Fuck yourself so good, baby.” Small whimpers and little cries of pleasure began to fall from your lips as you followed his suggestion. Oh, how that brought a smile to his face. His pretty little girl obeying him so perfectly. “You’re such a good girl, Y/N.”

His praise only fueled the fire in the pit of your stomach, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. “Daddy, I’m going to come.”

“No, not yet. Not yet.” He said lightly. “I want to come at the same time as you. Can you try to hold it until Daddy says so?”

You mumbled a small ‘yes’ to him, listening closer to him. The sound of flesh on flesh, his moans, his words, the stillness of the bedroom he was in. You wondered what it looked like, if it was anything like his own bedroom back home.

Sweet sounds fell from the both of you for a little while longer. Steve bucked his hips into his hands as he stroked his length, letting himself grow louder, but not by much, until he finally began to feel his orgasm creeping up on him. You let the little whines and cries and whimpers of pleasure, the tiny moans of his name, fall from your lips. He savored that, wishing he could bottle it up and save it forever. There truly was nothing better, as far as he was concerned.

“Baby, you wanna come?” He asked heavily, a slight growl ripping through his throat. You vigorously nodded, giving him a slight ‘uh huh’ as you continued your actions. “Let’s slow down now, alright? Nice and slow, hard and deep. Match that rhythm... You’re gonna come for me, baby girl. We’ll come together...”

By the end of his sentence, Steve’s voice had grown fiercer, heavier. Thick pants and rough moans rising from his throat. He was so, so close to the edge. So close. He was becoming more and more scatterbrained, more focused on his single task at hand. Getting the two of you off, and making it amazing, more than usual.

“Come. Come for Daddy. Now, oh, fuck.”

He began to crumble, unable to hold himself back. A series of moans of your name, louder little breathy pants, sweet and unrestrained sounds. Thick, hot, white ropes of his release spurting onto his stomach. Messy, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. He sounded almost... Angelic, in a fucked up sort of way. And with that, you began to come. Choked sobs and cries of his name, they were saccharine on his tongue as you cane undone. So sweet, so beautiful, exactly what he needed to hear right now. A reminder of his neverending love for you, delivered in a strange fashion.

After a moment of heavy breathing from the both of you, he spoke up.

“I hope... I hope that was as good for you as it was for me.” He said, still catching his breath from the intense orgasm that had just torn through him. You could only muster up a breathy little ‘yes’ as you recovered, eyes closed and phone still as close to you as ever.

“God, it was. It was so good...” You said, quietly, under your breath. “We should do that more often, Steve.”

“Yeah.” He nodded his head, mind still reeling. “We really do.”

It wasn’t long before you both began to drift off to sleep, exhausted. He turned his bedside lamp on and began to clean himself up as the two of you spoke in hushed whispers back and forth. He could hear the tiredness in your voice as you spoke, the raspiness that you always had when you were sleepy. To be honest, he thought it was so cute, and loved hearing you like that.

Silence fell between the two of you after a few minutes more of regular conversation. Talking about your respective days, the hot gossip back home, what’s going on in New York. Then, Steve began to hear what sounded like, well... Faint snores. Soft, faint little snores from your end of the line. He laughed quietly, shaking his head.

“Y/N?” He asked. No response. He decided to stay for a moment longer. “I love you so much... Sleep good, baby girl. I’ll be home tomorrow.”

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