#soft dom steve harrington

[strangererotica]

EXPLICIT CONTENT | MINORS DNI

Dom!Steve Harrington x Reader • piss, daddy kink, unprotected sex (this is filthy-your girl was ovulating, couldn’t help myself) fluffy ending 🩷

“Spread your legs; I have to piss.”

He said it so quickly, so casually, you weren’t sure at first that you’d heard him correctly. But the intensity in Steve’s eyes and the wicked smirk on his lips confirmed his intentions.

“Come on, honey,” he persisted. “Y’know how hard it is for me to piss with a boner.” Steve licked his lips, his eyes lingering below your waist. “Let me go on that pretty little puss and then I can fuck it how it deserves…”

You looked up at Steve from your place at his feet, your ass resting on the cold shower floor. “Besides,” he added, and took a step closer. “You’re practically shivering. Let me warm you up, baby…”

How could you resist? Steve was so persuasive, always helping to wriggle you out of your shyness and try new things in bed. Why not try something new in the shower this time?

Steve massaged himself over you, his cock pulsing but not fully hard yet. His doe eyes were wide and needy, his lips formed into a pretty little pout. “Please baby,” he murmured, his voice a seductive plea. “Do it for Daddy?”

That was it; your mind made up by four little words: “do it for daddy.”

You parted your knees, spreading wide open for Steve. He took in a deep breath and released it slowly as his eyes focused on your cunt, the plump little lips he loved to suck and fuck laid out on display.

“That’s a good girl,” Steve nodded, his voice breathy. “Keep it spread for me, just like that…”

Aiming his tip at your pussy, Steve began to release his urine between your legs. You shivered when it first made contact with your skin, tickling.

The shivering quickly faded as Steve’s piss spilled over your clit, the pressure and warmth of his stream on your most sensitive space causing your thighs to tremble. Steve’s eyes were hooded with arousal, drinking you in as he watched his piss trickle between your parted lips.

When he finished, Steve knelt forward and gave your warm, wet pussy a little slap. His other hand was still around his stiffening cock, tugging it firmly. “What a good little pussy,” Steve praised. “Looks even prettier covered in my piss...”

He helped you to your feet and turned you around to face the shower wall. “Gonna treat it real nice now, sweetheart,” Steve murmured from behind you, and placed a soft kiss on the back of your neck. “I promise.”

He rubbed his cock against the thick of your ass, a mix of leftover piss and precum slicking your skin. As he positioned himself between your thighs, Steve’s thick, veiny cock throbbed against your cunt. You whimpered as his hand reached around you and found your clit, his fingers pressing firm against it.

Steve rocked his hips back and forth, masturbating himself between your thighs till he was hard as rock. He used his free hand to adjust himself so his tip was nudging your entrance. With his lips warming your shoulder in a kiss, Steve gently pressed inside you. His cock filled you up perfectly, spreading you open slowly as he relaxed his hips forward.

You whimpered Steve’s name softly as he continued to massage your clit, his cock sinking into you as deeply as you could take him. “Shh, it’s okay baby,” Steve whispered at your ear, his breath moist and warm. “Daddy’s got you now.”

He kissed your neck softly, driving his hips forward and back at a delicate, excruciating pace.

“F-faster,” you pleaded, tears forming at the corners of your eyes. “Feels so good…oh god…” Steve’s teeth nipped your ear with a tender, painless pressure. “S’that what I am, when I’m inside you?” he teased softly. “Your god?”

You moaned as Steve thrust harder, just once for emphasis, the prominent veins on his shaft rubbing your g-spot. His lips curved into a cocky grin around your earlobe. “Sounds like a prayer to me,” he murmured. “Think I could get used to that…” His voice darkened. “Do it again.”

Steve slammed his hips forward, pulling an even louder, desperate cry from between your lips. He wasn’t going to stop now, not when his cock was punching those pretty, pitiful sounds out of you. He kept fucking you with the same intensity, his pace relentless. Steve’s hand continued to rub sloppy, frantic circles over your clit, building a pressure at your core that finally broke in a wave of pleasure.

Your release spilled between your thighs, a loud cry expelling from your lips as you gripped Steve’s cock in tight, rhythmic spasms. He grunted against your neck, powerless to withhold his own climax any longer. Steve’s eyes squeezed shut, his vision going white, as his orgasm erupted. His tip gushed thick streams of cum inside you, painting your walls in his release. His chest heaved against your back, the muscles in his forehead tight as he buried it in the soft crook of your shoulder.

Your legs were shaking, seemingly unable to hold your own body upright after such a powerful orgasm had overtaken it. Leaning against the cool wall of the shower for support, Steve moved with you, his chest pressed to your back.

His hands moved to your shoulders, gently closing over them as he nuzzled into your neck. Steve’s cock softened after awhile and slipped out of you, heavy and satisfied, a thick line of semen dripping from his tip to the shower floor. He turned you to face him and held you close to his chest, pressed to his heartbeat. You nestled your nose within the coarse hair that covered Steve’s chest, your eyes closing peacefully as he gently rocked you in his arms…

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[cuips-not-cute]

“Spit in my mouth,” Eddie says. They can’t kiss but maybe he can still taste.

“What?” Steve looks truly bewildered. “Spit in your—“

“Please?” Eddie says, too deep now to recover. “If it’s too freaky then, like—“

“No,” Steve considers, looks him up and down. “’S not freaky, you little weirdo. Freaky was you suckin’ on my underwear. This is just plain gross.”

Eddie’s cheeks burn a bright shade of red. He can see the flush on his nose, even, and then he stops looking there because Steve laughs at how his eyes have gone crossed.

“Forget it,” Eddie says, feeling a bit sick with how nicely shame wraps around him, heavy like a downy blanket. “Was a dumb idea.”

“I didn’t say that,” Steve’s fingers pinch, two sticky ones and a thumb, tugging at the skin of his nipple. They pinch and they pull, hard, and Eddie’s mouth drops open in a yelp, dick twitching against the meat of Steve’s ass and that’s when Steve, beautiful, clever Steve, takes his opportunity.

He spits.

from chapter 5 of my fic, blinking red light. click for subby eddie and angsty, sexy videotapes❤️

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[steddieas-shegoes]

saturate me, i can't get enough

rated e 4,066 words cw: please read full note below the cut in regards to terminology used in this ficlet/warnings A really big thank you/shoutout to @patchworkgargoyle for proofreading this and giving me a few great suggestions to make sure this was absolutely perfect for @steves-strapcollection's birthday! Also available on ao3.

This labor of love (and smut) is for my favorite transmasc Steve truther, Gerry. I am so grateful for your contributions to this fandom, and I am even more grateful that you welcome me into your chaos (Tig threads I'm lookin' at you 👀). While I may still not think my writing could be a gift to anyone, let alone a talented writer like you, I will just be positive that you'll enjoy this for what it is which is soft and tender fuckin'.

A VERY SERIOUS NOTE FOR EVERYONE ELSE: I am very much a cis woman. I spoke with Ger before even starting on this because I wanted to make sure he was comfortable with me even attempting to write transmasc Steve. I am using masculine and feminine terms for lower anatomy that he uses in his own fics and his own life with his express permission to do so. If you think this might be a trigger for you, please don't read. I wrote this specifically for Ger, and realize that it may not be for everyone. Taking care of yourself is the most important thing!

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If Eddie had known what exactly he was getting into when he asked Steve on a date, he probably would have done it a lot sooner.

He tugged on the silk ropes around his wrist, just tight enough to keep him in place on the bed, but still loose enough that he knew he could pull out of them if he had to.

Steve refused to tie them any tighter.

“Need you to feel safe with me, Eds,” he’d said with a soft kiss to his lips.

As if he could feel anything other than safe with him. As if he hadn’t spent the last five or so months falling in love with him, learning what makes Steve Steve, figuring out how he could fit in Steve’s life.

Somehow, Eddie ended up naked first, tied up in his own bed, breaths heavy with anticipation of what was to come.

And he had very little idea of what was to come.

He’d already been surprised at how quickly Steve took charge of their date, their first kiss, the torturous ride back to Eddie’s apartment where Steve’s hand just brushed against his cock every minute or so.

Now, he was at Steve’s mercy entirely.

Just the thought of Steve leaving him like this while he touched, and kissed, and bit every part of his body was enough to have him leaking.

“Can’t believe how good you look like this,” Steve groaned from his spot between Eddie’s legs.

Oh, his shirt was off.

Finally.

Eddie whined as he saw Steve’s one and only tattoo, a baseball bat with nails sticking out of it, on his left side just under the scar from his top surgery.

He wanted to trace the outline with his tongue, maybe mark it up so that it wasn’t just black ink, cover him in purples and blues that would take days to heal.

But he wouldn’t be able to do that now, not with his hands tied above his head and his legs spread wide enough that he couldn’t get leverage to pull himself up or Steve down.

Next time.

“Steve, please,” Eddie begged, though he wasn’t sure what he was begging for at this point other than touch.

“Sorry, baby. You’re just so distracting.”

Eddie knew he was blushing, could feel the heat on his face and neck, on his chest.

His hands were sweaty where he had them clenched into fists, somehow already overwhelmed before even being properly touched.

Steve’s fingers glided across his chest, pausing to pay attention to his only nipple, laughing to himself when Eddie jumped.

“Sensitive? Maybe this one got all the nerves from the other one being gone,” Steve smirked as he leaned down to flick his tongue over the soft, pink flesh of his one remaining nipple.

It was like an electric shock, a fire burning through his veins and Steve’s tongue was the match that lit it.

He arched his back, chasing the feeling as far as he physically could, pouting when Steve pulled away.

“Hey,” Steve touched his cheek, smiling when Eddie relaxed into the touch. “I know we’re moving fast, but I kinda wanna take my time with you. Is that okay?”

Eddie nodded, thankful that Steve said it first.

It wasn’t that he didn’t like the idea of going as far as they could as fast as they could, not at all. Eddie would be happy with anything.

But taking their time?

He would take all night.

“Wanted this for so long, baby. You have no idea,” Steve whispered, breath hot against his lips as he leaned back in.

“Me too,” Eddie’s voice trembled.

Steve’s palm settled against his chest, no doubt feeling how hard and fast Eddie’s heart was beating, but not saying anything about it.

Eddie could feel his pulse in his fingertips, in his toes, in his hair.

“You like being tied up?”

Eddie nodded, biting his bottom lip between his teeth and letting his mind drift to thoughts of being like this hours.

“You want me to do what I want? Not let you pick?”

Eddie didn’t even care about his teasing tone, his knowing smirk.

He wasn’t asking for an answer, he was asking for control, and he already had both.

“I think you want me to take over, ride your face maybe? And then your cock?”

Steve was spot on.

Eddie couldn’t count the amount of times he’d pictured that exact scenario in his head. Just last night, while he was cooking dinner, he thought about the way Steve would taste, how he would look while Eddie took him apart with his tongue, his fingers.

He hadn’t even gotten to picture his cock inside him when the fire alarm started beeping to let him know he was burning his supper.

“Yeah, that’s what you want. Don’t even have to say it, I can see it all over your face,” Steve teased.

He could only imagine.

Steve got off the bed, shushing Eddie’s whines with a quick kiss to his forehead.

“Just getting everything else off, Eds.”

It was said to calm him down, but it just caused him to cant his hips upwards, seeking any type of friction on his leaking cock.

Steve’s eyes never left him as he stripped his jeans and boxers off in one fell swoop, his feet stepping out of the pant legs as quickly as he could without tripping.

He joined him on the bed again, settling between his legs and staring down at him, eyes holding so much affection that Eddie wasn’t sure what to do with it, where to put it all.

When they made eye contact, Steve smiled softly down at him.

“You okay with this?” He asked, wanting to be sure before they got too carried away.

“More than okay,” Eddie nodded. “Wanna taste you so bad, Stevie.”

“I can make that happen.”

Steve untied one of his hands from the bedframe, but didn’t let it touch any part of him yet.

“This is only so you can tap out if you need to. You’re not allowed to touch anywhere except my leg. Three taps if you need to stop, okay?” Eddie nodded. “Show me.”

Eddie waited for Steve to climb up a bit, straddle his chest, the warmth between his legs enough to make him forget for a moment what he was supposed to be doing.

“Eddie. Show me,” Steve’s voice was stern enough to grab his attention again, and Eddie focused on making his shaking hand tap his thigh three times. “Good boy. You can keep your hand there if it’ll help you remember, but no moving unless it’s to tap.”

Eddie’s head felt cloudy already, something he so rarely experienced with anyone, something he hoped he’d get to keep experiencing with Steve from now on.

Steve shifted back down for long enough to leave a kiss on Eddie’s lips, tugging his bottom lip between his teeth as he let out a laugh.

“I can feel your heartbeat between my thighs. A bit excited, aren’t you?” Steve teased him again, but Eddie wasn’t complaining. If anything, it just made his heartbeat louder with anticipation at what he was about to get.

“Need you,” Eddie managed to say.

Steve didn’t wait any longer, scooting his body up so his pussy was level with Eddie’s mouth.

Eddie groaned, lifted his head an inch so he could be even closer.

He needed it, needed him. He couldn’t wait any longer to get a taste.

Eddie’s tongue lapped at Steve’s hole, the only part he could reach at the moment, but it was enough.

Steve let out a long moan, gravelly voice letting out a long “yes” as he rocked his hips forward to get Eddie’s tongue inside.

Eddie closed his eyes and let himself be surrounded by Steve.

His slightly musky smell, the sweat that was rolling down his thighs, the surprisingly sweet slick dripping from his pussy, all of it was better than Eddie could have possibly imagined.

The noises got louder as Steve adjusted himself directly over Eddie’s face.

He pulled away just enough for Eddie to catch his breath, but Eddie didn’t want to catch his breath.

“Need your cock, please,” Eddie begged, not caring if he was breaking an unspoken rule, not caring if he suffocated for it.

But he didn’t get in trouble. In fact, he got exactly what he wanted when Steve settled back down, his dick rubbing against Eddie lips in silent instruction.

Eddie opened his mouth wide, stuck out his tongue, and moaned.

“God you’re so good,” Steve grabbed Eddie’s hand on his thigh, squeezing as he rocked back and forth, taking things slower than Eddie expected him to.

Eddie whimpered, letting out what little breath he had as Steve rested more of his weight on his tongue.

“You made me so wet just laying there, all tied up for me, hng,” Steve groaned.

The hand squeezing Eddie’s moved to the headboard, giving Steve just a bit more leverage to bear down and chase his own release on Eddie’s tongue.

Eddie could feel his fingernails digging into Steve’s thighs, but he couldn’t, and wouldn’t, stop unless Steve made him.

He could feel slick and drool dripping down his chin, his cheeks, his neck, probably making a mess of his hair and the pillow under him, but he couldn’t find it in him to care. Steve was making low groaning noises now, his pace getting faster every few thrusts back and forth.

Eddie opened his eyes, wanting to try to see what Steve looked like from this angle.

He wasn’t disappointed.

Steve’s head was thrown back, his arm muscles straining as he held onto the bed, leg muscles and stomach tensing as his pleasure started to crest.

The flush that Eddie had barely gotten to enjoy before was now covering his hairy chest and his neck, a few drops of sweat dripping to his stomach.

Eddie hoped he could lick them up after Steve came.

Steve let out a loud whine and one of his hands fell to Eddie’s hair, his fingers tugging at his roots in a way that reminded him he had no control over any of this.

Eddie decided to take matters into his own hands the best that he could, curling his tongue into a sharper point so that on the next thrust, Steve’s dick was given more pointed pressure.

“Fuck!” Steve yelled out. He looked down at Eddie, hair flopping into his face. “You wanna suck it, baby? You can if you want.”

He sounded so close, breathlessly framing his own wants as something Eddie wanted. And Eddie did want those things.

He was starting to realize he wanted everything with Steve.

It should have been a scary thought, especially when this was just the ending of their first date, but instead of worrying about it, Eddie used all the energy and muscle he could to lift his head up and start to suck on his dick.

“That’s it,” Steve panted, holding Eddie’s head against him, not giving him a chance to move away again. “You’re so good, baby. Gonna make me cum so hard, fuck.”

Eddie started to nod, and the extra movement seemed to set Steve off.

He felt Steve’s thighs clench, then loosen, then clench again, his hand tightening in Eddie’s hair, and a long moan left his body.

Eddie moaned too, and the vibration sent Steve over the edge.

Steve slowed his pace, but didn’t get up, letting Eddie slowly lick along his folds, gathering up the slick dripping out of him.

When Eddie’s tongue brushed over his cock again, he flinched, but let out a huff of a laugh.

“Sorry, baby, you got me so oversensitive already. You’re too good at that,” Steve said, still trying to catch his breath.

“Good at what? Being used?” Eddie managed to ask, voice hoarse.

Steve looked down at him as he moved down to settle against his stomach instead.

“Good at being good for me,” he finally said, seriousness ruined by the hint of fondness in his tone and smile.

“Always wanna be good for you, Stevie,” Eddie admitted.

Steve looked at him for a moment, searched his face for any sign of him lying or being too sex-drunk to be realistic.

But whatever was on Eddie’s face must have shown him that he was serious.

“Yeah, baby. I think you could be,” Steve leaned down to kiss him, licking into his mouth like he wanted to taste himself on Eddie’s lips and tongue, like he wanted to know what they tasted like together.

Eddie felt his cock pulse, felt the tug in his stomach that let him know he was probably much closer than he should be just from eating Steve out for five minutes.

He didn’t have time to be embarrassed though; Steve was moving down his body further, reaching a hand back to touch his cock.

“Wait!” Eddie leaned his head away.

Steve pulled his hand away and looked at him, frowning as he took in the panicked look on Eddie’s face.

“I just, um, I’m close. Like, pretty sure if you touch me, I will cum all over your hand and probably never be able to look you in the eyes again.”

Steve snorted out a laugh.

“What’s wrong with that?” Steve asked, slowly tracing his fingers across Eddie’s waistline, not even looking as he got closer to his cock.

“I…I don’t know?” Eddie admitted.

And truly, he had no idea why he shouldn’t cum. That was the goal of this, and Steve was making it pretty clear he didn’t mind if he did, might even prefer if he did.

The only thing stopping him was that he didn’t want any of this to end.

“Eds, you’ve been so good for me, I kinda want you to feel good, too. Unless you really don’t want to-”

“No! I do!” Eddie ignored the way Steve was trying to cover his laughter. “I just thought you wanted to ride me.”

“Ohhhh. I see. You’re being selfish.”

Eddie’s mouth snapped shut, teeth audibly clacking together.

No one had ever called him selfish in bed, not even jokingly.

But Steve’s tone wasn’t joking. His face wasn’t joking.

“I guess you think I don’t wanna see you squirming because I’m wringing the third orgasm from you in less than an hour? Is that it?”

“Uh…”

Steve clicked his tongue.

“I planned on you begging to stop soon enough. Unless you want to stop now? Seems like it might be hard to go to sleep like that, though.”

Steve’s brow raised as he glanced behind him for a moment at Eddie’s red and dripping cock, then looked back at Eddie.

“No, please don’t stop. I…can I be inside you?” Eddie was desperate, and didn’t care if he sounded like it.

“You wanna cum inside me? Fill me up good, make sure I feel who I belong to?” Steve asked as he slowly moved back further, his hand firmly grasping the base of Eddie’s cock.

Eddie whined, bucking his hips up, but not making the contact he needed.

“You can if you promise to clean me up after,” Steve’s hand slid up Eddie’s dick slowly, the pressure not nearly enough to satisfy him, but enough to make him whine.

“I promise. Please,” Eddie nodded, his one free hand making a fist in the sheets while his still tied up hand tugged on the binds.

Steve didn’t respond with words, just sat back and guided Eddie’s cock along the inner lips of his cunt, moaning at the sensation.

“So warm,” Eddie groaned.

“Gonna get me all wet again, baby,” Steve rocked his hips slowly, teasing the tip along his folds and against his entrance. “You’re leaking worse than I am.”

Which may be true at this point. Eddie had spent enough time licking up as much of his mess as possible.

Steve sat down on his cock with no warning.

He hissed, clenching his fists and curling his toes to fight off the impending orgasm.

Absolutely nothing could have prepared him for the way Steve’s pussy sucked him in, clenching around him in a way that left him shivering and panting.

“Good?” Steve asked, smug grin the only thing keeping Eddie from losing it completely.

“Yes, yeah, so good, fuck,” Eddie threw his head back, arching his back as Steve slowly lifted himself up and dropped back down.

Fuck, Eddie wasn’t gonna be able to hold off. He’d just have to live with the embarrassment.

Steve reached up to untie his hand, grabbing his wrist and massaging it in his own hands as he moved his hips in circles.

“Wait, you didn’t-”

“Yeah, I did.”

“When?” Eddie knew his brain hadn’t been working for a while now, but he was certain his eyes had been. Steve hadn’t stretched himself on his fingers this entire time, and going from just Eddie’s tongue barely breaching his entrance to suddenly sitting on his cock, no matter how wet he was, had to be at least a little painful.

“Bathroom when we got home,” Steve shrugged.

Steve had been fingering himself in the bathroom not even an hour ago. Without Eddie. Without even making a noise.

God, Eddie was so fucked. Literally.

“You okay, baby?” Steve asked, smug grin back in place as he guided Eddie’s hands to his own hips. “Think you can do this part or do I have to do everything?”

Eddie gripped his hips, hoping his fingers would leave bruises, and let himself have this. It may only last for another minute, but he was going to make it worth every second.

He lifted Steve up, then dropped him down, smirking at the loud yelp Steve let out.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard later, this is just a preview,” Eddie growled out.

“Promise?” Steve gasped as Eddie shoved his hips up as he pulled Steve down.

“Swear. Every night you want me to from now on, Stevie,” Eddie slowed his thrusting, felt the tension building in his abdomen.

Steve groaned as he placed his hands on Eddie’s chest and started lifting his hips up on his own, clenching as he moved up Eddie’s cock.

He quickened his pace, little whimpers leaving him every time his ass met Eddie’s thighs.

“You feel so good, Stevie, gonna cum,” Eddie whined as his thighs clenched.

“Yes, yes, please. You’ve been so good, Eds,” Steve nodded, not pausing for a second.

Eddie’s eyes closed without his permission, Steve’s words hitting him right in the chest, making his breath leave him in one long, drawn-out moan.

Steve didn’t slow down, lacing his fingers with Eddie’s and pushing them backwards onto the sheets as he rode Eddie through his orgasm.

“Kiss me, please,” Eddie begged, opening his eyes to look up at Steve’s flushed face. Sweat was beading along his hairline, bangs flopping into his eyes.

Steve’s lips hovered over Eddie’s, not quite making contact, but close enough for their breaths to mingle together, for the small whimpers Eddie was unintentionally letting out to be swallowed by Steve’s hungry tongue as it grazed against his own.

Eddie was coherent enough to pull one of his hands loose, reaching up to cup Steve’s jaw as he chased his second orgasm of the night.

“Can I?” Eddie asked, moving his hand down his neck, tracing a finger along his collarbone. He looked up at Steve’s wide eyes, felt his pace slow to a stop.

“Can you…?” Steve asked, breathless as he tried to figure out what Eddie was trying to ask him.

“Can I touch your cock? Want you to come on mine.”

Eddie felt Steve clench around him, his cock almost over sensitive enough for it to be painful.

“Yeah, I’m close,” Steve admitted, pulling his other hand away to sit back so Eddie had easier access to his dick.

He was dripping, and Eddie’s cum was leaking from his hole now that he’d stopped moving and Eddie was starting to get soft.

Eddie’s fingers gathered up as much as they could, gliding down to where his cock was still inside him and away a few times, just to tease.

“Eddie…”

“Sorry, sorry. Just like touching you,” Eddie smiled up at him, at the way Steve’s back was arched, at the way his thighs were trembling with the effort of holding himself up.

Steve grabbed his wrist and guided his hand to his dick, impatience finally taking over.

“I like you touching me too, but if I don’t get to come again soon, you won’t touch me again for the rest of the night,” Steve snarked.

Eddie loved him.

He didn’t hesitate to curl his fingers so his knuckles rested against the sides of his dick, still teasing, but at least where Steve wanted it now. He didn’t move for a moment, wanted Steve to be desperate enough to rock forward.

“Eddie, please,” Steve whined.

“Look who’s begging now,” Eddie teased. “You’re so hard, sweetheart. Should’ve told me you were this close earlier. Would’ve taken care of you.”

Steve whimpered, shaking his head as Eddie’s knuckles started dragging up and down his dick.

Watching Steve fall apart above him like this, making him fall apart, especially when he’d been the one in control all night, was making Eddie feel unstoppable.

This was all he ever wanted: making Steve feel good in any way Steve wanted or needed.

Eddie started jerking his fingers faster, watching as Steve’s eyes fluttered closed.

“Fuuuuuck,” Steve groaned, shifting his hips up for more pressure, for anything else he could possibly get.

“That’s it, Stevie. Wanna make you feel good. Wanna be good for you.”

And just like Steve’s words had done for Eddie before, Eddie’s must have been the final straw for Steve.

Steve’s thighs shook as he came, his fingers digging into Eddie’s shoulders as he fell forward, trapping his hand against his pulsing dick.

“Hmm,” Steve moaned out as his grasp loosened, leaving half-moons in Eddie’s skin.

Eddie knew he would be hard again soon. At this rate, he wouldn’t be surprised if he got hard while still inside Steve.

But Steve’s eyes opened, and Eddie somehow fell further.

“I don’t wanna stop,” Steve whispered, leaning in to kiss along his jawline, letting his teeth gently brush against his chin before pecking his lips.

“I’ve got perfectly good fingers. Or…” Eddie leaned up to kiss him, smirking when he felt Steve grind against him. “You could also fuck me.”

Steve’s responding groan was muffled by Eddie’s chest, a laugh immediately following.

“As much as I would love to, and will as soon as I have energy, I was thinking maybe we could just…stay like this?” Steve looked up towards the end, a pink blush coating his cheeks unlike anything Eddie had ever seen on him before.

Steve didn’t get embarrassed or nervous, he didn’t get flustered, at least not where others could see him.

He was Mr. Charming, the smoothest guy around, the one who always knew how to respond in a flirty situation.

But right now, all Eddie saw was vulnerability, his eyes mirroring back the love Eddie felt but hadn’t put into words.

“Like this or on our sides?” Eddie whispered, not wanting the moment to be broken.

“Like this for now.”

Eddie gave a single nod, not mentioning that they should probably clean up a little, or the fact that Robin would be home soon and the bedroom door was wide open.

Steve kissed his chest before he settled with his head in the crook of his neck, breath hot against Eddie’s pulse point.

Eddie’s cock was hard again inside Steve, but both of them ignored it, savoring the feeling of finally having each other.

Steve was asleep quickly, and Eddie let his mind wander as he traced his fingers up and down Steve’s back.

This first date felt a lot like the beginning of a long future.

–

When Eddie woke up the next morning, his cock was in Steve’s mouth, and Steve already had two fingers in his hole, lube slowly dripping between his cheeks.

“What a way to wake up,” Eddie moaned.

Steve pulled off of him, already smirking, lips red and glistening with spit.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, Stevie. Keep going,” Eddie’s voice was rough from sleep.

“You got it, baby.”

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #transmasculine steve harrington #light d/s #soft dom steve harrington #sub eddie munson

[mixsethaddams]

Soft dom steve 🤮🤮🤮🤮

Shhh, listen. Listen to me. It’s ok. Let me touch your face for a while.

Two things exist in canon. Steve calls himself ‘Daddy’, and the fact that that boy is fucking his way through the women of Hawkins so fast he’s running out of options unless he wants to do repeats.

Oh and Eddie’s praise kink. Three things.

#ask seth #soft dom steve harrington #steddie

[robthegoodfellow]

I Just Wanna Cheer

Crying, Creampie, Virginity Kink for Days 21/22/23 of @harringrovekinktober additional incidental use of sex toys, praise kink, orgasm denial, dom/sub dynamic, role playing, you know the drill—now with emerging feminization kink

(roommates in love, kink experimentation, billy gets boinked, nsfw)

Handy Links to Previous Chapters: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7 (kill me)

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It was his own fault for trying to cancel on Robin again—having assumed, now that she knew about his and Billy’s fledgling thing, that she’d be more understanding of his needs.

But no.

Eyeroll audible over the phone, Robin had offered a different option. Just bring your boy toy along if it’s that much of a burden to leave his side. There was a loaded pause during which Steve scrambled to recall whether he’d told her that particular part of their fledgling thing, then she continued, blithe and cavalier. That is, if you can stand to keep your hands off each other’s dicks for a couple hours. Speaking over Steve’s choked bluster: It’ll be a struggle, I know. But I believe in you. Stay strong.

So he’d called Billy up after, risking Madam Manager’s ire for lingering too long on his lunch break, and caught him right before he left for class. Billy had gone quiet, digesting Steve’s rushed explanation—drinks at the Taproom around eight; you, me, and Robin—and then cleared his throat. Like, us all hanging out as friends? he asked. Or…? And Steve froze, wrongfooted. What—uh, whatever you want, he said, clumsy. She knows. I mean, not everything—just that we’re… uhm. Sorry? he added, wincing, and Billy mercifully jumped in, put him out of his misery. It’s fine. I’ve been talking to Heather about us. I needed someone to… He trailed off, and Steve breathed a sigh, grinning with relief as he nodded. Yeah. Me, too.

Billy had already showered and eaten when Steve got home—tilted his cheek for a drive-by kiss as Steve passed him huddled in the corner of the couch, psych notes open on his lap. Hadn’t moved even after Steve had finished stuffing his face, washing up. What should I wear? Steve called as he emerged from the bathroom, towel around his waist, and Billy glanced over—locked on Steve’s hand, the fisted terrycloth at his hip. Understandably, it took Steve a moment to absorb Billy’s reply: I was gonna ask you the same question.

And Billy—never asked Steve for fashion advice. Which meant he had something else in mind.

They were late meeting Robin.

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“You live literally down the road,” she exclaimed when they arrived at the Taproom, flushed from power walking and also other things. Steve’s buttons were misaligned on his shirt, and Billy’s hair gave off the distinct impression of having just rolled out of bed. Distinct and—accurate.

“Couldn’t find my wallet,” Steve lied, gentle arm at Billy’s waist to guide him into a chair. 

Billy sat. Carefully.

“Well, I hope it turned up,” Robin said, unconvinced and unimpressed. “Because first round’s on you.”

“Long Islands for everyone?” He stooped, arms looped around Billy from behind, and—lightly pressed on his abdomen, encouraging him to lean against the chairback, relax from his prim perch. “Okay?” he basked, when his boy swallowed a whimper, red flooding his cheeks. Billy nodded, and Steve kissed his neck, the skin feverish under his lips. “Good.”

They explained away Billy’s spacey distraction easily enough—big psych test on Monday—but by the second round, with Billy shifting every minute, rocking in his seat ever so slightly, his eyes glassy, lips parted, Robin was growing concerned.

“You sure you feel alright?” she checked, then squinted. “Or feeling too alright?”

Steve cut in, scooched his chair alongside Billy’s, their legs flush under the table.

“He hasn’t been sleeping well,” he said, drawing Billy to slump against him, corralling with the comforting palm on his shoulder. “You need to go home, babe?”

Billy huffed, hearing the subtle taunt. You give up? Give in?

“M’good,” he insisted, wagging his head. Unseeing, unblinking, he fumbled for his glass. Tossed back the rest, ice cascading toward his mouth. He slouched into Steve’s touch, crunching cold loud between his molars. Hidden, insinuated a hand around Steve’s thigh and underneath—cinching him close. If he traced upward not too far, he’d bump the bulge straining Steve’s zipper. One glance at Billy’s lap revealed he was in even worse shape: a patch of wet seeping through pale blue denim. “Robin’s turn to buy.”

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Lucky for them, Robin caught the eye of the Gina Gershon type behind the bar—got her number, the promise of a good time after her shift—and around the fifth or sixth round, Robin went to fetch tequila shots and never came back. 

Sloppy steps to the exit, clinging to each other’s waists, and the muggy summer night welcomed them to the sidewalk, chatter and cheesy pop muffled beyond the door. 

They cut a crooked path toward the apartment, breathy silence broken by the odd chuckle or hum, speech smothered by the pulsing weight of expectation that had settled all around.

They were going home, and Steve was gonna fuck him. Shove inside, push to the root and hammer his hips until he spilled, until the swollen hole oozed white, until he—

Billy was whining in short throaty bursts by the time they reached the stairwell, stumbling now and then, relying on Steve to half-haul him up the last flight. Please he mumbled, the moment their door clicked, and Steve wasn’t sure where the surge of macho muscle came from, but next thing he knew he’d hefted a clinging koala into his arms, gripping just below the ass, striding to his bedroom, wet lips mouthing Steve’s neck with every step.

Part of him wanted to throw Billy down, watch him bounce on the mattress, but he didn’t—or he would, but not now, not when his good boy had been squirming for so long, desperate to wring some relief from the toy wedged snug. No, he lowered him gentle onto his back, lovely legs hugging Steve’s hips, dangling off the bed—Billy’s hips lifting the moment fingers fumbled at his button, tugged at his zip.

The lube was within reach, right where they’d left it, when they’d overindulged before rushing out the door, Steve slicking up the small plug and working it in, pulling a new pair of pale pink panties up long, bronzed legs, then selecting a pair of jeans, a tank cut so low around the neck, hanging loose about the ribs, that it barely covered his nipples. 

Steve had taken it upon himself to carefully tuck the front of the tank into the waist of his jeans, the way Billy liked, and now took it upon himself to untuck, pushing the tank up as he yanked the jeans down, fingers hooked in a back pocket. 

He left the jeans balled below Billy’s knees, allowing them to part wide and meanwhile keep his ankles tied. Bending low, Steve ran his nose along the obscene jut of cock beneath sticky satin, breathed heat through the fabric—pressed his face into Billy’s crotch when he writhed, moaning.

“Here’s what I want,” Steve said, peering up—a strange vantage point: the heaving hills and valleys of Billy’s abs, his pecs, the underside of a tilted chin, the shifting rise of biceps, arms flung above his head. “I want to pull down the back of your panties. Check my good boy is ready for me.”

“Ready,” Billy panted, hardly more than a wheeze. “M’ready, ready. Please.”

“Haven’t gone past the middle plug,” Steve told him, all regret—as though breaking it to him gently, and Billy sobbed. “But,” he went on, shushing, sneaking to fondle the base of the plug through silky smooth pink, cup the shivering curves of his ass. “You promise to tell me if you want to stop, and I’ll fuck you now. Fill you up. And if it’ll make my good boy happy, we’ll plug him up after. No leaking.” Billy was begging under his breath, babbling yes, please—please, yes. “Promise?” Steve prompted, reaching for the lube as he sat up, propped against the edge of the mattress.

Billy promised, tears already eeking down his temples, wetting his hair. Steve watched them drip as he slicked his fingers—used his dry hand to inch the panties down, the front drawn taut as the back pulled, clearing the rise of Billy’s ass to sit bunched below.

He didn’t tease his boy too much: traced up to stroke the stiff heat straining satin, brush the twitching length with his thumb, then drifted back down to caress the protruding flat of glass. One mild tug, and it slipped free on a gasp. He let it thunk on the carpet at his feet.

The hole that kissed blind fingertips was still fluttering from the sudden loss—seemed to suck him in, inflamed greed, taking two easy, then three. Billy’s face was twisted, eyes closed, his lashes wet, hips grinding into the touch as though searching, feeling his way in the dark. A whine puffed past slack lips, desperate—almost forlorn.

“Okay,” Steve breathed. Withdrew, grappling clumsy for the lube, slicking his cock where it bobbed by the bedspread, trailing drool. “Okay, baby.”

His forearm hooked shaking thighs, dragged Billy closer, ass almost hanging off the bed. Steve gripped himself mid-shaft, thumbing the crown, and nudged forward, catching on the rim that still seemed too small, impossibly small.

Billy sighed, set one hand on Steve’s forearm, the cross bar holding him steady—coasted down the arm to link their hands, and Steve bowed his head, suddenly swamped. Just—overwhelmed.

He pushed, steady pressure, and it was like with the plug, where resistance caved to a gobbling grip. Pushed and the slicked crown was swallowed up by clenching heat. Paused to breathe, a returning squeeze to their linked hands, then sank further—this stuttering plow that deepened with the duet of stuttering breaths.

Steve was lost in it, so consumed by the sensory influx—the salty musk of sweat and precome, the lungs bellowing in his ears, the thundering throb of his pulse where they were joined, where they were holding on, nerves alight, a smolder about to catch and roar—so consumed that when he bottomed out, flush with Billy’s ass, he kept going, rocking into him, lifting, Billy’s knees curling toward his chest, where the flimsy tank still lay, askew.

“Good?” Steve asked, throaty, and Billy’s eyes rolled in his head as he laughed, weak, lips barely hitched. Slowing, Steve circled the rim that clutched him, as though measuring—assessing. Feathered his touch from thin skin smooth and slick to the peach fuzz of Billy’s ass check, tickling, and grunted as the convulsive clench. “Fast or slow?”

His boy didn’t answer with words—maybe couldn’t—just a bobblehead, like Fast? Yes. Slow? Yes. Yes. Yes. So Steve gave him both, grinding into him torturous slow, adjusting until he nailed the spot that made Billy squirm and mewl, then let loose. Jackhammered, and when Billy's blushing wet cockhead peeked from the pink frilly waistband, smearing his abs, Steve smirked, mindless except for one driving thought: I want to feel him come on my cock.

Reaching down, unsteady, Steve tucked him back out of sight. Stroked him lightly as he said it: “Cream your panties for me, Billy.”

And god, Steve loved to watch him lose it beneath him, give in, crack open, but to feel it from inside...

Milking me, he thought, jaw slack, launched into sweet blue nothing. Fucking milking me.

Barely caught himself from faceplanting with an arm made of noodle, panting fit to die. The sweet blue nothing blinked at him—so pretty, heavy-lidded.

All Steve could do for the moment was blink back.

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You knew you had it good when waking life was indistinguishable from a wet dream. The hazy cloud of ecstasy that lured Steve from sleep in the wee hours of the morning resolved into recent memory as he squinted, absorbing the smells of Billy embedded in the sheets—registering the absence of Billy’s sounds. His warmth. Steve pawed at his eyes, unsure whether the emerging snapshots, burning to the touch, were real or fantasy.

…Billy, after Steve had emptied into him, placidly rolling onto his stomach, presenting his ass for inspection upon request—humming long and low at the probing touch where he was swollen, pucker red and shining. A more insistent prod, and a pearl of white bloomed.

Distantly, he heard water running in the pipes. Billy—in the bathroom?

Middle of the bed, Steve had murmured. Lay on your tummy. And Billy army-crawled to obey, his ankles shackled by the mess of denim. Steve opted to leave them for the time being.

Billy had dropped flat with a whooshing sigh, head fenced by sprawling arms, legs akimbo, and Steve crawled to lie alongside, propped on an elbow. For a while, he just studied that face—the rosy cheeks, the pink lips gently curled in blissed satisfaction, eyelashes dark and clumped from tears. 

Need anything? Steve asked, quietly mesmerized, brushing back a lock of tawny hair. Or want? One blue eye had cracked open, bleary, exhausted. And yet—his hips twitched, bare ass still exposed, satin shoved low. He wanted Steve to keep his promise: no leaking. 

Steve’s bedroom door creaked open, and moments later the mattress dipped under a heavy form, blankets shifting as Billy settled.

“You okay?” Steve asked, voice scratchy. Half-awake, he rolled, slinging his arm around Billy’s back.

Billy yawned an incoherent confirmation. “Took care of business.”

Steve traced to the base of his spine, absently curious, and ran a finger down his crack. No plug. “All clean?”

“Mhmm.” Arching, Billy pressed into his touch, then resettled with a tired chuckle. “So you can mess me up again.”

Steve snorted—gripped an asscheek, meaning to claim a squeeze before he withdrew. But then… he forgot to do that last part. Drifted off still fondling Billy’s butt.

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To make up for the delayed festivities due to socializing the night before, they’d resolved to shack up all of Saturday. A few hours of drinks sets us back, what—three or four orgasms? Steve estimated, and Billy had scoffed, let out a loud Hah! For you, maybe. At which Steve had swooped in, herding him against the wall to nip at his throat. I’m sorry—was that a complaint? Shivering, tilting his chin for more, Billy clung to his ribs. No. No complaints.

Which is why Steve was a little put out to realize he’d slept until nine—that Billy had let him, moreover, because the rest of the bed was cold and empty.

And then the buttery cinnamon sugar hit him upside the head, beckoned him upright, nose in the air. Heard the telltale clinks and thunks of Billy puttering at the stove, and couldn’t help but smile. 

Smiled while he pulled on some sweatpants, a worn tee. Smiled as he brushed his teeth, took a piss. Washed his hands. Smiled as he wandered to the kitchen, itching to wrap his good boy up tight, kiss his neck, his cheeks—

The smile didn’t slip, but it… froze solid, along with the rest of him, at the vision that greeted him: Billy halted in front of the fridge, limned in morning sunlight.

Billy with his hair piled atop his head in a messy bun, wearing one of those close-fitting crop tops that he knew drove Steve crazy. His gaze dropped to the rumpled tube socks, trailed up the bronzed curves of his calves, his thighs—to the green pleated hem. Of the skirt.

The cheerleading skirt. The cheerleading skirt that Billy was wearing, in the kitchen. That he had worn while baking cinnamon buns. And making coffee.

Steve had completely flatlined, but all it took was a puff of sound—a nervous muffled squeak of a thing—and his attention swung to Billy’s face. To Billy’s bottom lip, drawn between his teeth. To Billy’s big blue eyes, slanted brows. Hopeful, but—uncertain.

“What—?” Steve tried, shaking his head, and at least tacked a grin to his bafflement. “How…?”

“Borrowed it,” Billy said, fidgeting. Cautious smile. “From Heather.”

Bless Heather for all eternity. Forever and ever. Amen. 

“You look—” He couldn’t seem to move, but that was fine. Billy was coming to him—a certain slink to his stride. Steve rallied. “You look—so good. So, so, so—”

Billy set his hands on Steve’s waist, toying with the thin cotton. “I was thinking we could play… like we did that time with the spies? Only…”

His good, good, genius boy.

“Only… jock and cheerleader?” Steve finished, and Billy ducked, bashful—except not his usual bashful, but extra bashful, like he was putting on a show, like he was… a blushing, bashful, virginal little—

Billy leaned up. Kissed the corner of his mouth, soft and sweet. Instinctive, Steve palmed the back of his head, fingers buried in blond, and pulled him flush.

“You wanna be my good girl today?” he whispered, lips brushing Billy’s cheek—pressed a kiss there when Billy nodded. “Whatcha wearing under that skirt, babe?”

Billy giggled—quiet and flirty. “Breakfast first.”

Steve nipped his ear. “And then a snack?”

“Down, boy,” Billy scolded, swatting his arm. He turned and walked away—the sway deliberate, as confirmed by the cheeky wink thrown over his shoulder.

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Now with next chapter: He Loves Me, Loves Me, Loves Me

#roommates in love #harringrove #harringrovekinktober2k23 #billy hargrove #soft dom steve harrington #good boy billy hargrove #this fic is driving me slowly insane #more insane #just been wandering around vaguely randy for weeks #WEEKS #but HEY they ass fucked woohooo

[penny00dreadful]

Fettuccine - Part 5 - Complete

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 AO3

Written for @steddievember

Prompts: it's orgasm time! Dom Steve, sub Eddie.

Eddie was sweating fucking bullets.

The clock was ticking down and he was sitting on his bed, waiting for Steve to arrive, waiting for November to be over, waiting for midnight to finally come.

Hah. Same.

He’d been stressing about it all fucking day, barely able to do anything other than stare off into space and think.

He almost wished it was happening at Steve's. At least then the drive over could be a distraction but Steve wanted Eddie to be in his own space, to be comfortable.

He'd picked up and then put down no less than six books, he'd played tapes over and over promising himself he would listen to them this time, he'd sat holding his guitar for over an hour staring off into space.

Eddie was gnawing on his thumb, staring at the clock on his bedside table without really seeing it, thinking.

What if he came, like, the second Steve touched him? 

What if he didn’t even get there?

What if this turned out to be the most disappointing night of Steve’s life and he just dropped Eddie immediately after?

What if it was the most disappointing night, the most disappointing orgasm of Eddie’s life and all of this month of build up had been for nothing?

What if-?

“Eds?”

Eddie snapped his eyes up to his bedroom door.

Steve was standing there with a bag on his back, still holding onto the door handle with the light of the hallway outside spilling in around him like some kind of ethereal fucking halo.

God, Eddie really didn't need that right now.

“How did you get in? Wayne’s not here.”

Oh shit, Wayne wasn’t back, was he?

No, he couldn’t be it was way too early.

“Your front door was unlocked.” Steve stepped inside, closing the door behind him. “And you weren’t answering when I was knocking. I got worried. I locked it behind myself.” He dropped the bag down next to Eddie’s desk, but didn’t come any closer. “Are you okay?”

The distance in between the two of them felt like a fucking desert of unspoken words and Eddie couldn’t stand it.

After that last time together Steve had seemed to be almost apprehensive to touch him. 

They hadn’t done anything sexual since and every time Steve looked at him whenever they did cross paths he looked a little sad.

He thought about the polite platitudes he could give Steve.

I’m fine.

Nothing’s wrong.

Sorry, just lost in thought, you know how it is.

But he was so sick of hiding and he needed… he just needed some comfort.

“I’m… I’m nervous.”

He looked up just in time to catch Steve’s aborted movement, like he wanted to step towards him but stopped himself with a flash of the most heart wrenching guilt over his face before he hid it away.

“Can I help?”

Eddie wanted to extend a hand, pull him down, kiss him senseless, cum his brains out but he was a little too panicked to do anything besides blurt out-

“What if my dick doesn’t work anymore?”

That startled a laugh out of Steve who tried very hard to cover it up with a hand over his mouth but it had already been let out.

“I’m sorry. I’m not laughing at you, I’m sorry.”

“I know.” Eddie started biting at his thumb again, looking down at his lap. “But what if my body has like… adjusted to not cumming or- or I can’t even get close anymore?”

“Can I… can I touch you?”

Eddie looked up, confused. “You can always touch me, sweetheart.”

Steve gave him a small smile before taking a few steps forward and kneeling in front of him, settling back on his heels.

He took Eddie’s hands in his, leaving them in his lap and looked up at him.

“It’s okay to be nervous. I promised I’d make it good for you and I intend to keep that promise.”

Eddie nodded. “Yeah, I know. I guess I’m just feeling a little…”

“Vulnerable?”

Eddie laughed through his nose. “That’s one word for it.”

Steve’s eyebrows tilted up, a little worried and he raised his hand to cup Eddie’s cheek, thumb stroking over his skin.

“What do you need? I’ll give you anything.”

Eddie smiled at him again and was forced to look away. The strength of Steve’s gaze was almost blinding, so full of concern and care and he couldn’t handle it. 

It was like looking into the sun, it made him feel bashful all over.

“Anything? Sounds dangerous.”

Steve was still there, holding his face like he was precious and the thing was Eddie kind of wanted to feel precious.

He felt… fragile.

Delicate.

Like he could shatter into a million pieces with one wrong move and he wanted to feel…

Eddie inhaled.

“Steve?”

“Yeah?”

He bit his lip, staring down hard at their intertwined hands. He hated how unsure he sounded.

“Can you… can you be sweet to me? This time?”

His heart was in his throat and he felt like the air had been sucked out of his lungs, sitting and waiting for a response when Steve untangled his hand from Eddie’s and pulled it away.

He was ready to take it all back, ready to laugh and force on a smile and say they could do things the way they usually did but then he felt Steve’s hand come up to cup the other side of his face and tilt his head down a little.

Warm lips pressed gently against his forehead and Steve whispered softly to him.

“Of course I can, baby.”

Eddie felt like he was going to cry.

“It doesn’t have to become like a permanent thing…” he stuttered out, trying to keep the thickness out of his voice. “I like getting thrown around by you but… just this once or- or maybe once in a while…”

He glanced up, only to find that Steve was looking at him like he’d hung the moon. Or solved world hunger or something.

“Yeah.” Steve nodded. “Yeah, I can do that.”

Eddie couldn’t take it any more. He had to be close, had to feel Steve all around him.

He pushed himself forward, slinging his arms around Steve’s neck and landing firmly in his lap, kissing him breathless.

He had his hands fisted in the back of Steve’s sweater and he pressed himself into him as hard as he could, chest to chest while Steve’s hands wandered down his sides to slip into his back pockets, pulling him closer still.

Eddie whined, loud and free when he felt Steve was already hard, like he was. 

There was no need to hide, not now. 

Steve said he'd make it good for him, he promised and Eddie trusted him.

He rolled his hips down, delighting in the firm feeling of being able to rub up against something and not having to worry about holding back.

Steve was panting against him too as their kiss got sloppier and more desperate, licking into Eddie's mouth like he was trying to taste every inch of him.

He removed his hands from Eddie's pockets, running them down his thighs and hooking them under his legs, pulling him out of his kneeling position and guiding him to wrap his legs around Steve’s hips.

Eddie clung on tight, ankles locked together as Steve began to rut up against him, the hard line of his cock rubbing against Eddie’s taint and balls, his own cock dragging against Steve’s stomach.

He broke out of the kiss, needing to get his mouth on something, needing to get his teeth into something.

Steve took advantage of the momentary separation, tucking his hands under Eddie’s shirt to gently pull it off over his head, quickly ripping his own off with much less care.

Eddie latched onto Steve’s neck, biting down and sucking his skin into his mouth, desperately needing to be as close as possible again. He let out a low groan at the feeling of Steve’s burning hot bare skin against his and the coarse wiry chest hair scratching him.

That was quickly followed by an embarrassing squeak when Eddie felt himself being lifted, Steve’s hands back under his thighs as he stood.

He tried to muffle it and move past it, not wanting to be teased about it, crashing their mouths back together, scraping his teeth over Steve’s bottom lip and biting down.

He expected to be thrown backwards, expected to go bouncing onto the mattress only for Steve to descend on him again but that wasn’t what happened.

Steve lowered him down gently, keeping a firm grip on him the whole time while their mouths never once separated.

Eddie still had his arms and legs locked around him as he was pressed into the mattress, soft but insistent and unable to stop touching him, unable to stop rubbing his hands over every bit of skin he could reach.

He only unlatched himself when Steve pulled back a little, one hand running up Eddie’s chest to roll his last nipple under his thumb causing him to let out a loud moan throughout the room and the other hand coming down to hover over the button on Eddie’s jeans.

“Get them-” Eddie breathed, reaching down to unbutton them himself “Get them off me, sweetheart.”

Steve grinned, digging his fingers under the waistband.

“I’ll try my best but they are very tight.”

“You like tight.”

“Yes.” Steve leaned down, placing an open mouthed kiss against Eddie’s now bare hip. “I do.”

With one last tug, Eddie’s hard cock sprang free, slapping back against his stomach and making him jump.

Just like he had been for the last month, he was ready to explode at the slightest provocation and had to fight back the most pathetic sounds trying to crawl up his throat as Steve stood and made quick work of his own jeans, his underwear and socks coming off along with them until they were both naked and just kind of staring.

Steve’s eyes were scraping up and down Eddie’s body, lingering on every bit of visible ink, the red flush down his chest and his cock that was leaking so much it was leaving a small pool of precum on his stomach.

Eddie in turn was staring at Steve, his golden skin highlighted by the soft light in Eddie’s room, the glorious jungle of hair across his strong chest, his arms, his gigantic ass and thighs and his thick cock sticking straight out.

His mouth was watering at the thought of getting it down his throat but he was so turned on and he’d been so horny for the last month, he needed to cum and he needed to cum now, previous fears of having a broken dick be damned.

Steve turned and rummaged through his bag for a moment before coming back to the side of the bed and tucking a bottle of lube under the pillows by Eddie’s head.

When he didn’t seem to have any plans to move any closer, still watching Eddie’s body like he was trying to decide what to consume first, Eddie reached his arms out, uncaring of how needy it made him look.

Steve’s eyes turned soft and he kneeled his way back up the bed, covering Eddie’s body with his own and settling between his legs. Steve nuzzled at his neck and began to kiss down his throat, leaving tingles in his wake.

He ground his hips down and Eddie clung on as tight as he could to Steve's shoulders, stopping him from kissing any lower, and moaning low in his chest.

"How do you want it?" Steve asked, soft and almost a whisper against Eddie's skin, stopping his grinding and staying where he was.

Eddie was breathing so hard he was starting to feel a little lightheaded and still couldn't believe he had Steve here, with him, handling him so gently, so loving.

It had him almost shaking.

He could feel wetness building behind his eyes but he refused.

He refused to cry.

He didn't cry when Steve was being cruel and harsh the way they both liked and he certainly wasn't going to cry now just because Steve was being soft.

“As much as I would love ev- everything,” he panted, “I’m pretty sure I’m gonna cum in, like, two seconds no matter what you do so I’d rather…”

“You want me to fuck you through it?”

God, he was so perfect, why did he have to be so perfect?

“Please.” Eddie whined, trying to stop the jump of his hips and he pushed back his tears, keeping his eyes firmly shut.

There were warm lips against his cheek and he felt the heat of Steve’s body above him shift around, while he tried to get his breathing under control again and not blow his load the second Steve touched him.

He heard the lube bottle being uncapped and Steve’s hand under his thigh.

“Are you okay to continue, baby?”

And Eddie had to laugh, just a little and maybe a touch hysterical. He brought his hands up to rub the heels into his eyes.

“Stevie, I’m good. I’m so good, I’m beyond good. In fact I’m a little desperate. It’s just a lot, but it’s a good lot. Promise.”

Steve’s hand was running up and down his leg, combing his fingers through his leg hair.

“Okay. But you’ll tell me if it’s a bad too much?”

Eddie nodded, trying to sniffle without making it obvious.

“Always.”

He didn’t want to cry but it wasn’t because he was uncomfortable or didn’t want this or was overwhelmed in a bad way.

It was kinda happening because it was all so good but either way, he wasn’t going to let it happen. He’d already been far too vulnerable tonight, there was no need to go that extra step.

Eddie still had his eyes pinched firmly shut, hoping that if he didn’t watch while Steve opened him up he could hold off from orgasming too fast.

It was probably futile and when Steve pushed his knees further apart, spreading him wide open and pressed that first warm and wet finger inside, Eddie practically bit through his lip.

He couldn’t speak anymore, he was just a series of nonsense sounds, high whines and deep guttural moans while Steve pressed in deeper and deeper, adding more, opening him up wider and wider.

Steve was silent above him while he writhed and squirmed around, unable to keep still and it felt nearly reverent, his own short breaths and pants being heard loud and clear over the filthy, slick sounds of Steve’s fingers thrusting in and out of him.

“Eddie, I… you’re so pretty.”

Eddie had to open his eyes at that. 

He had expected Steve to be staring down at what he was doing, staring down at his fingers disappearing inside of him, pulling in and out but he was looking right at him.

The second his eyes were open he knew Steve had been watching his face the whole time, kneeling in between his legs and it looked like he was completely enraptured.

He knew exactly where Eddie’s prostate was and under normal circumstances he would have been abusing the shit out of it and making him scream but he had mercifully, carefully stayed away from it this whole time. 

He pulled his fingers free and Eddie practically cried out at the loss but Steve was right there, hovering over him and pressing kisses into his mouth, his cheeks, over his nose and his neck, trying to soothe him.

“I’ve got you, baby. Don’t worry.”

When Steve pushed into him, slowly and gently Eddie did cry out, latching onto Steve’s back, probably digging his nails in too hard and sinking his teeth into Steve’s shoulder. 

He tried to concentrate on the stretch and the pain that inevitably came with adjusting but that was less than helpful because he fucking liked pain and he could feel his orgasm start to crest over him so he had to unlatch his teeth from Steve’s shoulder and desperately ask him to- 

“Stop moving, just for a second, stop- stop.”

Steve froze where he was.

“Too much?”

“No.” He shook his head. “No, I was- I got too close and… not yet.” He kissed back over the indentations of his teeth he’d left in Steve’s skin.

“Okay, it’s okay.” Steve ducked his head, burying his face into Eddie’s neck. 

His body was trembling slightly with the effort of staying half in and half out.

“You can start again, just don’t be surprised if I cum, like immediately.”

Steve brushed his fingers over Eddie’s hot and flushed cheek. They were so close, nose to nose and Eddie was at risk of getting lost in those honey-brown eyes.

“As long as it’s good for you.”

Shit.

Steve was looking at him with so much care, so much softness as he pushed himself the rest of the way in, bottoming out with a flutter of his eyelashes and an open mouth and Eddie felt the first tear fall.

“I have you, baby.” Steve said, kissing the tear away while starting up a steady rhythm that was already driving Eddie out of his mind. “It’s okay. You can cry if you need to.”

It was like the fucking dam burst.

In more ways than one. 

Eddie was slowly weeping while Steve fucked into him hard enough to send him bouncing but still touching him all over, sliding his hands up Eddie’s arm to interlock their fingers together.

All of those feelings that Eddie had tried to bury were spilling out into the open and burning him from the inside out.

He cried for his own happiness, that he might never have this again and would only have a memory of this tenderness to live with for the rest of his life. 

He cried with just how sickeningly in love he was with Steve. 

He cried because asking Steve to be soft with him, to treat him with care would be something he’d never ever recover from, no one else could ever live up to it. 

He cried for Steve’s loneliness, unable to find someone who he wanted to spend forever with. 

He cried for their situation, how he wanted to have all of the filthy sex but also have someone treat him with care when he needed it but he also wanted all the horrible domestic shit with him too that he probably would never get.

He cried for how much he loved Steve.

He loved him so much, it was replaying over and over in his head with each thrust in and the closer he got to finally, finally cumming. 

He was all hazy and cloudy, not even sure of the sounds that were coming out of his mouth anymore.

Each time Steve pulled out and fucked back into him, it replayed in his head like a mantra until he could feel that familiar zing of electricity course through him that he’d been putting off for the last month.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

Eddie’s vision whited out. He felt like he was cuming for years. There was so much of it he was surprised he and Steve hadn’t drowned in it yet.

He had no idea how long it was before he came back down to earth, heart still pounding in his throat, breathing still ragged and Steve completely still and unmoving on top of him.

Steve shifted around until he was leaning up on his elbows, gently running his fingers over Eddie’s lips and into his hair, his broad body still covering him and his hard cock still deep inside him.

Eddie felt like his entire body had been wrung empty, he was nothing better than a ragdoll, his cheeks wet, his stomach wet in between himself and Steve, his legs hanging limp and open and his arms slipping from around Steve’s shoulders to land with a thump at either side of him.

“I love you too.”

And just like that, his body seemed to come back to life. He snapped his eyes up to look at Steve, his breath stuttering in his chest and his heart pounding away.

“I-” He swallowed. “I said that out loud?”

Steve smiled, leaning down to nose along his cheek. “You did.”

“And you… you’re okay? With that?”

“Eddie, I- I’ve known. For a while now.”

“You-” Eddie opened and closed his mouth, finally finding himself able to control his limbs again and brought his hands up to pull Steve’s head from his neck. “You knew?”

Steve’s face was pink and he was avoiding Eddie’s eye, choosing instead to play with one of his dark brown curls resting on the pillow.

“Yeah. You didn’t seem ready to say anything and I didn’t want to push you, though I nearly said it myself a few times. So I thought I’d wait until you were ready.”

Eddie couldn’t help it, he laughed, the vibrations making their way down his body and causing Steve’s eyes to flutter closed momentarily, giving just the slightest jolt of his hips, like he couldn’t help it.

“That was risky. You might have been waiting a very long time.”

Steve looked up at him, meeting his eye.

“I’d wait forever for you.”

“Steve…” Eddie was staring at him wide eyed, not daring to believe what he was hearing. “You can’t just say things like that to a girl.”

“Why not?” Steve leaned down to rub their noses together. “I love you.”

“Do you really mean it?” He had his hands on both sides of Steve’s face, holding him, brushing his fingers along his hairline.

“I really mean it. I love you, Eddie Munson.”

He was walking on air, he was giddy and excited and he wasn’t really sure how to categorise it, there was so much to feel.

He pulled Steve forward, capturing his mouth up in a kiss that had started out sweet but very quickly started to get dirtier and dirtier, their tongues meeting in the middle and wet smacking sounds and little pants and moans coming out of the two of them.

Steve’s hips were twitching against him, like he still wasn’t sure if he should continue and Eddie felt something mischievous well up inside him and a grin split over his face.

Not to mention enough time had passed that his own arousal was starting to kick back up again and he felt himself filling out against Steve’s stomach. 

He let go of Steve’s face, only to bring his hands down to latch on tight to his ass, digging his fingers into the flesh there, feeling it pillow up between his fingers and dragging Steve’s hips in towards his own.

Steve gasped into his mouth before groaning low in his throat and starting to pick up his thrusts again, a lot harder and less careful than he had been before but still with gentle hands and soft eyes.

“You think you can go again?” Steve asked between grunts and linking their fingers together.

“Yeah, yeah. Plenty of baby juice left for you.”

“Eddie,” Steve rolled his eyes, exasperated. “Oh my god.”

“That’s what I like to hear, sweetheart.”

Steve glared at him but it was playful this time rather than the snappish anger that they usually shared.

He sat up, arms wrapped around Eddie’s waist, hauling him into his lap and pistoning his hips up.

Eddie could only hold on for the ride, doing his best to keep his eyes on Steve’s while his mouth hung open on loud moans, his arms over Steve’s shoulders and his hips rolling back and forth, chasing, chasing, chasing. 

“Baby,” Steve kept one arm around Eddie’s waist while the other reached between them, taking Eddie’s cock in hand. “Come for me. Show me how much you love me.”

He was close, he was so close. He kissed Steve, driving his tongue into his mouth as he came again, shooting up between the two of them and he could feel himself being filled up by Steve at the same time. 

They clung on tight to each other, peppering kisses over any part of exposed skin they could reach while Steve slowly lowered the both of them back down onto the mattress.

Eddie winced a little as Steve slipped out and the feeling of cum dribbling out of him made his stomach flip.

“Do you need something?” Steve asked, combing his fingers through Eddie’s hair. “I’ll get you anything you want.”

Eddie grinned, turning his head to press a kiss to Steve’s wrist.

“I’ll say it again. It’s dangerous to keep offering me anything.”

“Not if I’m willing to give it. Tell me what it is and I’ll make it happen. I’ll give you the world. Or if that’s not enough, one of the stars? Go outside and point one out to me, I’ll pluck it out of the sky for you-”

Eddie swallowed. “Steve-”

Steve shuffled closer, taking his hand again.

“I’ll give you everything Eddie. Please. Let me take care of you.”

Eddie smiled, squeezing Steve’s hand.

“Okay.”

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 AO3

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@geekymagicalpotato

Big thanks as always to @hbyrde36 for her magnificent beta work and to the STWG for their motivation.

#steddievember #steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve x eddie #eddie x steve #steddie fic #stranger things fic #fanfic #penny00dreadful #steddie fanfic #ao3 #pennys anniversary event #soft dom steve harrington #sub eddie munson

[no-context-nonsense]

Did we cry less this week? I think we cried less this week.

#fanfic #fanfiction #nonsense #making shit up #steddie #saturdaycryingclub #yeehaw marauders #rosekiller #fights a bear #wolfstar #starchaser #good dad Monty #Sirius might be stalking Remus #but in a cute way #he just wants to see the goats #Reggie just wants a snack #and that snacks name is James Potter #dorcas x marlene #everyone loves everyone #except Walburga #we all hate her #fuck that bitch #soft dom steve harrington #Eddie needs someone to shut him up #Eddie is me #I am Eddie #learning about cowboys as cultural exchange #Genna says I need a kilt #I say we all need kilts

[ghostlyfleur]

whining and crying while steve fucks you into the mattress that you’re gonna make a mess and he’s like “fuck- it’s okay, daddy will clean it up, don’t worry” in between grunts. so then you stop caring that your cunt is a sopping mess and your dripping all over yourself and the bed. so then he cleans you up and the bed afterwards because he’s daddy 🥰

f u c k

steve harrington is such a daddy.

he makes you feel so fucking good and i always headcannon steve and his gf to have dacryphilia involved in their sex life, so it’s perfect that stevie’s angel is such a crybaby!

steve loves how teary eyed you get when he’s fucking you into the mattress, how whiny and pouty and subby you get for him, so dumb on his cock at times that the only thing you can moan and mumble is “daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy” and it drives steve crazy …….

especially once he figures out just how much you love to be smothered, completely crushed, absolutely smushed under his weight— you’ll wrap your legs around his waist and pull him on top of you with little “no, no, no”’s if he pulls the slightest bit of his weight off of you, starting to cry and grabbing at his shoulders and arms desperately to pull him back, begging him to pin you down, to press closer *drools*

but one thing about steve is that he likes it messy — spit, drool, cum, def lots of cum play, all of it — loves it when he’s fucking you so deep and so hard you go quiet and limp and start drooling… loves leaving bite marks and hickeys all over you, marking you up everywhere he can no matter how visible it is afterwards because he knows you wear his marks with such obvious pride just like he does yours… loves to lick you all over, especially on your neck and tits just to see the full body shivers going down your spine… loves it when your cunt is messy with a mix of both yours and his cum that he keeps fucking deeper into you, pretty much fucking overflowing your pussy so much it starts to spill out of you and all over the bed, all over his thighs, down your ass, making the most lewd wet noises… *sighs*

and at first you get so. fucking. embarrassed. you’re making such a mess and you can’t stop it, your eyes go teary and wide with humiliation and “‘m sorry, stevie, sorry, it just feels s’good” and you try to move away from him in a haste, all upset at being a bad girl and making a mess when your perfect daddy is just trying to make you feel good, to spoil you, and you immediately think of getting up to clean up the bed for him so maybe he won’t be upset and you can be his good girl again but as if he was reading your mind he stops you, won’t let you pull away, stays inside you, and grips your chin to make you look at him

“you’re okay, angel, it’s okay. make a mess, show me how good it feels, daddy will clean it up later, you’re still my good girl”

so you get all flustered and pouty and you furrow your brows that cute way you do that steve loves when you’re trying to be all serious and whisper a little “promise?” because you can’t handle not being his good girl and steve is losing his mind, there’s no way he didn’t dream you up “promise, my angel, you’re daddy’s perfect girl, love it when you’re messy for me” i- 😵‍💫

#steve inbox! #fairy writes #steve harrington (harmo’s version) #daddy!steve harrington #soft dom!steve harrington #boyfriend!steve harrington #desperate!steve harrington #steve harrington #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x shy!reader #steve x you #steve x reader #stranger things imagine #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington drabble #steve harrington fic #steve harrington headcanon #steve harrington hc #steve harrington smut

[cuips-not-cute]

When Eddie falls, the whole bed shakes.

The first thing Steve does is make sure Eddie's alright, that he didn't like, hurt anything. But he's still rocking against his thumb, still taking those same soft breaths, only now they're muffled with half his face pressed to the sheets.

The second thing Steve does is check the camera. A lot hinges on that little device. It's fine, still upright, still running.

Steve sighs in relief. Bends his thumb again to make Eddie make that same noise he did when his arms gave out, smiling a little to himself when it works.

This is a nice angle, he thinks. The camera will pick up on everything—Eddie's sloped back and broad shoulders, the few curls fanned out on the pillow, shaken loose from the bun, the tattooed dragon at the base of his spine, which is the most Eddie-like thing he's ever seen.

Of course he'd get a nerdy tramp stamp. Steve's stomach lurches a little to think that he probably got it with the intent of it being sexy. That's why people get slutty little back tattoos, isn't it? Eddie just never had the chance to show it off.

Well. He can now. Steve sees it.

He's leaking precum all over it, too, and maybe that's why Eddie got it, so it could get defaced like this, some extra pretty thing to look at for whoever's behind him. Steve smears his free thumb over the ink, rubbing in some of the pre. It disappears into his skin, leaving just a sheen of wetness behind.

Steve would press his lips to the little dragon's head if that were anatomically possible, right there in the divot of Eddie's spine. If Eddie wanted his lips there, anyways, he thinks guiltily, trying his hardest to shove kiss-related thoughts down deep.

from chapter 3 of my fic, blinking red light. click for subby eddie and angsty, sexy videotapes❤️

#st #steddie #steddie fic #blinking red light #brl #steddie fanfic #steddie fanfiction #steve x eddie #eddie x steve #bottom eddie munson #sub eddie munson #top steve harrington #dom steve harrington #soft dom steve harrington #cuips writes #getting into the plot a lil bit now<3

[italiansteebie]

It was a thing, to not touch Steve’s hair. Like a “hands off,” “Your ass is grass,” thing. And as adamant as he was, Steve never gave a reason. Just a wave of his hand and a simple, “Just don’t.” Now, some of the kids, well most of them, were respectful enough to follow that one simple rule, Mike had tried it once. 

The grip around his wrist and the fire in his babysitter's eyes was enough to drive the nail through the head. For the kids, that is. Eddie, however, thought it was funny, and he was determined to find why Steve was so protective over his “precious” hair. 

He tried bugging him, annoying him to the point where he just got fed up and told him, and he tried making up crazy conspiracies like a 100 Karat gold shampoo that “us mere mortals were not worthy enough to touch.” 

Robin tried to tell Eddie to just back off, tired of hearing Steve gripe about it all day at work, but of course it didn’t work, until Eddie suffered the same wrath Mike had. And god. He didn’t know King Steve had that much in him, but he saw how much it bugged Steve so he finally let it go. 

It wasn’t long after that that everybody found out just exactly why Steve hated them touching his hair. 

They were all piled up in Eddie’s trailer, kids on the floor buried in a mountain of blankets, respective couples holding hands and chatting, and the older kids up on the couch in their very own mountain of blankets. 

Robin and Nancy were wrapped up in eachother, not bothering to pay attention to the movie, let alone anyone else in the room. Steve and Eddie, who were curled up together, had already shared a smug smile in their direction, but they too got caught up in each other quickly following that. 

Steve had rested his head on Eddie's shoulder, reveling in the feeling of his gentle hand running up and down his back. Eddie, in no mind of his own, buried a hand in Steve’s hair just at the nape of his neck and tugged on it gently. A weak noise came out of Steve after a few minutes, when Eddie finally realized what he was doing.  

He moved to stop but cast a quick glance at Steve’s face, preparing for the anger that faced him, but to his surprise, he saw Steve blissed out in a way he’d never seen before. That is, at least with the children around. He knocked that thought out of his head before gently kicking Mike who was propped up against the couch below him.

The grimace on the kids face was hilarious but the way it transformed into some kind of smug, awe, was even better. Eddie kept the movement up, Steve slipping further into that melty, dreamy, headspace, unbeknownst to the attention that was being cast at him. “Watch this,” Eddie whispered.

“Hey Stevie,”

“Hmm?”

“Can you drive all the kids up to Indy tomorrow?”

“Mmmhmm.”

The kids thought this was the best thing ever, Nancy and Robin watched for a moment too, with slight grins before they turned back into their own little world.

“Hey, Steve. Can we burn your house down?” Dustin piped up.

“Yeah. Mmmmmmhmm.” was all he got in return.

“No way! He’s like putty in your hands Eddie! This is great! Ask him if we can host Hellfire at his house.” Mike said, already forming the plans in his brain. Eddie rolled his eyes, and cut them off with minimal whining from Micheal. 

When Steve was coherent again, he was subject to relentless teasing, mostly from the kids and a little bit from Robin. He hushed them, just a tad annoyed, but that went away when Eddie whispered his plans for Steve’s hair in his ear. Suddenly he wasn’t annoyed at the kids’ antics, but his face was redder than a tomato. A reaction in which Eddie had more than enough fun with.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #hair #hair kink #soft dom eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things fic #ficlet #steddie fic #steddie ficlet

[matchingbatbites]

Thinking about Dom Steve and sub Eddie having to stop doing impact play because every time they try, Steve always drops after, some kind of combination of "Steve is a protector and caretaker" and "Steve knows what it feels like to be beaten and laying a hand on someone he loves makes him want to hurl".

Eddie tries the first couple of times to reassure Steve like he likes it, that Steve isn't doing anything Eddie isn't literally asking for. But after the third time, when Steve almost hyperventilates at the sight of his own handprints on Eddie's skin, they make the decision that yeah, this isn't something they need to keep doing.

#everyone loves a mean dom #but for your consideration #soft and tender dom steve #who wants to take eddie out of his head through an overload of pleasure #not through pain #steddie #dom steve harrington #sub eddie munson

[robthegoodfellow]

He Loves Me, Loves Me, Loves Me

Wet & Messy, Your Choice (Feminization), Breeding Kink, Begging for belated Days 24/25/29 of @harringrovekinktober additional incidental use of sex toys, praise kink, orgasm denial, dom/sub dynamic, role playing, come play, mirror sex, oh and minor food kink?? food play?? idk a cinnamon bun is involved

(roommates, kink experimentation, nsfw, billy is a good girl)

Handy Links to Previous Chapters: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

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What’s the wildest thing you’ve done? Robin had asked, a couple summers ago. Like, in bed? They’d been driving to Chicago for an Indigo Girls concert—not because either of them were massive fans, but because Robin was on the rebound and Steve her sworn wingman. Also he had a car. 

Caught off guard—moments before, she’d been narrating the time she’d bussed to the Windy City to meet up with an old friend from band camp who’d caved to their sapphic chemistry—Steve had stuttered an apparently disappointing answer: Ah… anal, I guess? And belatedly clarified, at her wide-eyed stare, Not me—I mean, with a few girls. Her surprise morphed to an eyeroll, complete with dismissive huff. Sorry for not being more adventurous, he drawled. 

She patted his arm, consoling. Sorry for your vanilla lifestyle. Because her lifestyle, it seemed, had been infused with some spice of late. That girl I was telling you about? I fucked her. After finals. With a strap-on.

Just to be annoying, Steve had feigned a bored nonchalance. Wow—hands-free dildo. Whoop-dee-doo.

Funny thing, she shot back, smirking. What you can do with hands-free. Did her better than a guy ever had, she said.

He’d held out for maybe ten seconds before curiosity won. What was it like?

Fucking hot, she exclaimed, all self-satisfied loftiness abandoned. And not just the actual fucking part. It was like—hands waved, searching for the words—like it was hot just having it on, and feeling it hang as I moved and… and it changed how I moved? Like I finally understood why guys walk like that. At Steve’s questioning glance amidst the chuckles, she clarified. Like I had this swagger. This strut. And I liked it—this different version of me that just took the wheel. My inner dude or something.

Obviously, the Steve of the here and now could have listed quite a few far wilder things than coming in the back door, and now he had a clearer sense of what Robin had been trying to explain—that strangely electrifying sense of being something else, something other than you usually were. This bodily possession, except not by any demon, but by something that had been in you all along, only dormant. 

It wasn’t his recent forays into alternate headspaces that had triggered the memory of that car ride, though. No, the flash hit him the morning Billy greeted him in the kitchen in a cheerleading skirt, hair tied in a high messy knot—when Steve was corralled to the kitchen table while Billy brought him a cup of coffee, a cinnamon bun on a plate. 

Because he was moving different, too, and not just on account of the toy almost certainly snug in his ass. Like his steps were… more delicate, more fluid—this languid grace and daintiness, this sway that translated to the hem of the pleats hanging from his hips, brushing his upper thighs. It was feminine. This enticing feminine flare. Entrancing.

Steve leaned back in his chair as Billy set the plate and mug before him. Sighed, all forlorn. “Think the sight of you has me too weak to eat.” 

Billy bit the inside of his lip, tolerantly amused—took Steve’s hand when it was offered to carefully settle astride his lap, facing him, and twisted to retrieve the cinnamon bun. Holding it level with Steve’s mouth, he cautioned: “Better not move too much, then. Regain your strength.” Waited for the nod, then allowed a bite—helped himself to one, too, while Steve chewed. Giggled soft when Steve moaned fuck, so good through the mouthful.

Billy licked the icing from Steve’s lips when they were done—let Steve lick the icing from sticky fingers, energy sufficiently recovered to gently grip the raised wrist between them. Good girl was a warm squirming weight by then, seeking friction, so Steve opted to relax a bit—retrieve his coffee, ignore the blood rushing south. Take his time. He was, however, well within his rights to rest his free hand on Billy’s ass, apply just enough pressure to bring them flush beneath the skirt.

“How is it?” he asked, between sips. “Wearing your little uniform?” 

Delightful—the blush that dusted Billy’s cheeks. “It’s like I’m… hyper aware of my hips,” he admitted, quiet. “Of you looking at them. And how you could just reach under and—” A short gasp, and he arched, lifting off Steve’s thighs as the hand cupping his ass slid lower, tickling bare skin by the hem. The gasp turned to whining grunts, deep in the throat—Steve tracing an unseen edge of lace to the scrap of fabric that bridged the crack, and continued on, never quite as firm or as far as Billy wanted.

Not until he’d finished his coffee, anyway. The moment he set down the mug, he hugged Billy to his chest, cradling him as Steve slumped against the seatback, Billy’s ass raised off his lap. One arm wrapped iron around heaving ribs below the cropped tee, the other free to wander—palming asscheeks through rough lace, pressing around the base of the plug, never directly on, waiting for Billy to beg. And he did, squirming, glutes clenching, hard and throbbing against Steve’s abs, pleading so sweet.

“How’s this?” Panting, lips pressed to the flexing hinge of Billy’s jaw, so vulnerable with his hair pulled back. “You’re my girlfriend, pure as the driven snow, and I’ve been dying to fuck you for ages, but you wanna wait for marriage, and so…” Pausing for breath, he realized there were a couple ways this could go—all of them brain-melting in his book—so he passed it over to Billy. Ball in his court. “So you give me an ultimatum. What’s it gonna be?”

Billy clutched at his shoulders, face buried, his cheek grazing Steve’s neck as he nodded. “I tell you that… all you get is my a—ah…” His arms tightened, hips stuttering as fingers dipped under the lace, massaged his taint. Voice wavering high and tight, tried again. “All you get is my ass until you give me—a ring?” Shivers wracked his torso, words dropping to a shy whisper. “Or you wanna put a baby in me.”

That walloped Steve—went beyond what he expected, what he thought he’d want. Blindly, his arm shot out, clearing a space on the table, and with the strength that only came to him in the throes of lust, he hefted Billy and lay him flat, legs splayed, skirt hitched high enough to glimpse blue panties. 

“Knew it was this pair,” he murmured, attention locked at the apex of trembling thighs, hands smoothing upward, against the grain of soft leg hair. His fingers disappeared under the hem, dug blunt into skin to wedge under the delicate waistband. “If I accept, will you roll over now?” Thumbs stroked his poor prick through satin, teased the weeping tip as he spoke. “Let me take a look? Show me what you’re offering up?” 

Billy had been chanting yeah, low and breathy—barely waited for the prompting questions and he was contorting his spine, twisting onto his stomach. Might’ve been an unfortunate meeting of knee and crotch if Steve hadn’t stood to make room.

It was one of those views that sent him soaring, instant vertigo: table supporting most of Billy’s weight, arms folded under his cheek, round ass hanging off the edge, bent legs parted, socked feet searching for purchase on the floor. Blue scalloped lace peeked just past the drape of the skirt. 

Pulse pounding, feeling reeled in by the hips, he nudged near, planted himself between Billy’s legs, mindless palms drawn to the globes of that ass, pillow soft, fumbling to push the skirt up, gathered at the small of his back.

Steve breathed a sigh, long and appreciative. “Can we make a rule that when you’re home, you’re always in panties?” Because goddamn—he’d never grow tired of this. How the cut accentuated his curves from behind, and from the front, so tenderly trapped his desperate, leaking need. Billy hummed, musing, and arched to lift his ass off the table, straight-up taunting. “Now, now,” Steve reproved—applied quelling pressure to the plug, and Billy moaned. “Be my patient girl.”

Almost clinical, he hooked the waistband, drew them low enough to expose the plug’s base, gleaming glass… bigger than he’d expected. “Showing off, huh?” he commented, grasping the toy to indulge in a gradual pull, and savored the wavering whine from pink, parted lips. “Let go, babe,” he urged. 

Billy bore down, the base shifting. Another slow tug, a relieved whimper, and the slicked rim bloomed wide, glass slipping by—slid free. 

The pervy puppet master who jerked his strings whenever he sank into this state prevented the plug from dropping to the braided rug below—placed it upright on the table instead, guided by a flash of foresight.

“Not gonna fuck you now,” he said. Only half-heard the groan of protest as he thumbed the hole, the normally tight furl visibly slackened—slid in up to the second knuckle with hardly any pressure. He tsked, commiserating. “I know—my good girl is so ready.” 

It was a question of which particular fantasy ruled the others at any given moment, really. And right now? Right now he wanted to hold off in favor of drilling him later. Wanted, at the same time, to test the lubricating capacity of a load of jizz in the ass. Wanted to plug his good girl up again, full yet utterly unsatisfied. 

And he saw a way to do that. Kill a couple birds with one stone. Kill a whole flock of birds.

Fishing his dick from his sweatpants, where he’d been making a steadily stickier mess since the moment Billy sat on his lap, he jerked himself, smearing precome down the shaft. “Don’t worry… I’ll give you something else. Something to keep warm.”

“Please,” Billy mewled, and Steve ground flush against him, wet cockhead plumbing the groove of his crack, catching on the swollen hole. He was so close already, on a hair trigger, and then his lips were forming filth—no filter.

“Want you to reach back.” Propped on one hand planted low on Billy’s back, Steve jacked it quick, aiming best he could as Billy obeyed. “Grab that pretty ass. Hold yourself open for me.”

Shaking fingers bit into plush skin, pulling, rosy entrance so inviting, on full display, and all it took was a couple tugs to spill—splatter his cheeks, empty hole gleaming, clenching on nothing.

Totally spent, equally lacking in coordination, Steve palmed an ass cheek—caught a trail of come in the webbing between forefinger and thumb… and swept it to Billy’s crack. Watched it drip on down to the furl, and, hypnotized, probed with his thumb, feeding his come into a hole that gripped around him, convulsive. Like it was swallowing. 

His girl had been making this faint, fluttery sound—a gasping inhale, weak stuttering exhale, pitchy and high. So Steve kept his mouth going, shushing, crooning praise as Billy took it all, took every drop spooned into him, never loosing his hold, not even when the tip of the plug prodded where he was red and aching—he had to be aching—not even when Steve lodged it deep as slow and gentle as he could.

He only let go when Steve told him to. Drew his arms in, folded tight along his sides, one fist tucked under his chin, and sighed, long and unspooling, while Steve pulled his panties up, smoothed his skirt back down.

“Think I need a lie down,” Steve murmured, firm fingers stroking Billy’s spine. “That breakfast really took it out of me.”

A wet, throaty chuckle, then Billy extended a beseeching hand. “I’m gonna need some help walking.”

“Offer m’lady an arm?” Steve suggested, looping him in a hug from behind to lever him upright. Billy was pretty much dead weight, head tipped back on Steve’s shoulder. 

“How about a wheelbarrow?” he mumbled, and Steve snickered. Kissed his neck.

.

He hadn’t planned to keep Billy waiting too long—for one thing, anything but the smallest plug wasn’t meant for extended use—but once they were cuddled in bed, trading lazy touches and the occasional whispered word, it was hard to keep track of anything except the warmth of Billy along his front, enveloped snug. They were turned on their sides, the blanket and sheets kicked to the foot of the bed, humidity already on the rise.

Steve must have drifted off at one point, jarred back to reality when blunt heat pressed his palm through rough fabric: Billy had dragged his hand down, rutting against it.

“Babe—” 

“Look,” Billy puffed, cutting off his feigned outrage. “Look at us.”

Still half adrift, it took Steve a sec to crane his head up, see what Billy saw… and saw them, in the mirror over the dresser. Billy lifted his top leg, and Steve understood—hitched his knee forward, insinuating, interlocking.

“My good girl’s waited long enough?” Steve surmised, propping himself on an elbow to watch their reflection—watch as Billy let go of Steve’s hand, trusting him to take over. “Want your prize?”

Billy arched, silently begging. Curious, Steve dipped under the skirt, where the satin was damp, rubbing almost frictionless over his cock.

“So wet,” Steve breathed, then thought to check. Nuzzling his ear: “We still playing high school sweethearts?”

“Yeah,” Billy said, voice small and tight, hips hitching. “Yeah.”

So Steve went for it—full virgin fantasy, one where the guy miraculously knew what he was doing. “You ever come before, babe?”

“No.” Eyes squeezed shut, Billy hid behind his hands. “Not supposed to—touch there. But—I want—”

“I can show you how,” Steve offered, rubbing circles at the crown. “Show you how to feel good.”

As Billy murmured please—truly the sweetest word from that mouth—Steve worked him through his panties, that just-right-not-quite-enough pressure and speed that edged him along by exquisite increments, from trembling, twitching, to teetering.

Steve was riveted, eyes roving the writhing body in the mirror—the strong shapely legs, the skirt splayed about his hips, abs flexing under a cropped tee ridden up so a dusky nipple peeked out when he shifted. One hand was cupped under his head, the other arm flung out on the bed. Lids were half-mast over those baby blues, lashes impossibly long, color high in his cheeks, golden curls tumbling loose from the bun, his rosy lips mouthing the air the way he did when he was close.

He was beautiful. So beautiful. Most beautiful thing Steve had ever seen.

Bending to speak low and hushed, his stare never leaving their image, his coaxing touch never stalling, Steve returned to the earlier ultimatum. “What if I really do—want you to be mine? Give you a ring? Put a—”

Billy curled liked he’d been punched, his face twisted, moaning, “Can I—can I—can I—”

“Yes—yeah.” Blurted it, all in a rush, euphoric, and with an agonized grunt, Billy came—so much, for so long, that the sticky wet seeped through the satin, the lace, to smear on his stomach, the skirt, the bedding beneath.

And Steve realized—he’d been asking for permission. Not asking to be his. Like that.

But then Billy turned, nosing into Steve’s chest. Seized the same hand that had worked him so good and cupped it to his belly. “If we actually could, would you really want to…?”

Like he’d taken a knife and flayed open his heart, stitched him back together. Felt just like that. Steve surged forward, kissing his cheeks, his neck, bowling Billy backward.

The yelp brought him up short, freezing before scrambling to all fours, reaching for his skirt. 

“Shit, sorry—we should probably—take that out.”

“You would, though?” Billy asked, parrying Steve’s arm even as he consented to be rolled onto his front. “You would—”

“Billy, I’d do anything with you.” The confession rang no less true for the thread of baffled laughter. “Anything. Everything.” He shook his head. “With you. For you. To you. I want to.”

It wasn’t even the first time he’d said something along those lines—All the time. Mine all the time—but it landed differently between them, just then. With finality. 

Billy blinked, a telling shimmer along his lashes. “You’d really… give me a ring?”

Steve smiled, helplessly fond. “If you want one,” he said, suddenly bashful. “I’m pretty invested in—giving you—making you—” Cringing, flushed to burning, he forced it out. “Happy.”

And then Billy looked choked up, and Steve was getting choked up, and given he still had to get the plug out of Billy’s butt before they accidentally did some lasting damage, he groped for his ass and some levity.

“I mean…” He chuckled, gesturing at the closet. “If you’re not too particular, I’ve got a whole set of rings for you in there.” As intended, Billy shot a speculative glance at the indicated hiding spot, and Steve couldn’t help himself. Leaning in, secretive: “Not the type that goes on your finger.”

Billy snorted when the penny dropped, rolling his eyes. “Unbelievable.” 

Steve shrugged, dramatically unbothered, and set to work on the plug, going slow. “If you’re not interested in those, I can totally return them—”

“No.” Hissing at the pressure, Billy shook his head. “No, that’s not… necessary.”

“Well, all right, then.” One last, steady tug, and the plug was out, shining with translucent white. “I’ll go clean this—”

The whine was so sharp that it took Steve a moment to hear the embedded word: “Later.” Yanking Steve to the mattress with the speed of a striking snake, Billy reminded him of their previous terms. “I said if you got me a ring, then you could—” Shifting, pulling, he managed to drape Steve half on top of him. “So now you have to…”

“Oh, I have to, huh?” 

“If you want to,” Billy amended. 

Steve nudged his grin into waves of blond. “I want to.”

.

NOW WITH FINAL CHAPTER: I Know That He Loves Me Any Way

#there's like one more chapter #then this is done #my first angst-free fic???? #roommates in love #harringrove #harringrovekinktober2k23 #billy hargrove #good boy billy hargrove #good girl billy hargrove #billy contains multitudes #soft dom steve harrington

[emsgoodthinkin]

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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[urhoneycombwitch]

chiropractic/masseuse/physical therapist Steve or Eddie who break ur back and then pop/rub u back together again

or y'all in the middle of bed breaking, glass shattering, air steamy back shots and he slows down and go "hmmm?" and moves his hands around ur back/hips to feel around like "babe, your (insert long muscle/joint name here) is really tight, is it painful? how long?" and he readjusts you before going back to the sex

BONUS ACTUALLY: steddie threesome with this same concept. hands everywhere

foreword: okay this is just with Steve sorry will do more Steddie another time xx

+18 mdni, steve harrington x reader

cw: a single spank. Big Dick Harrington Truthing. fem pet names for reader.

you've hit that part of the sex groove where the only thing filling your mind is the fit of Steve's cock nestled inside your tight channel, while his broad palms soothe against your lower back.

hands and knees digging into the mattress below, you rock yourself back against his hips, wet skin slapping together with each thrust.

"god, you're so tight."

your response, in a moan: "it's 'cuz you're so big, Steve."

"no-" his thumbs press firmly in the strip of muscle just to the left and right of your spine's base. "your erector muscles. have you been doing the leg lifts I showed you?"

"uh-huh-" you're drooling into the pillow as his cock curves sweetly against your walls, voice raspy from when the length of it was down your throat earlier. "-hardly think we have... an erector problem... more a lack of one, really-"

there's a sharp crack, then a stinging prickle on your left asscheek; Steve slots his hand back to rub at the taut muscle with deft and firm sweeps.

"hush. lemme take care of you, 'kay?"

Steve proceeds to push into you to the hilt, keeping pressure on your back until his weight is settled against you, and yours is fully on the mattress.

his body radiates heat as he smooths out the tension of that muscle, keeping his pulsing cock still inside you, tsking if you try to wiggle your hips.

"relax, sweet girl. gonna make you feel so much better."

#steve as soft!dom is so hot to me #+18 mdni #s.h. thots from lu #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader #lu's anons

[kyhgwts]

Summary: when Eddie needs a place to live and so Steve let’s him crash at his apartment. But Eddie comes to find out that Steve has a girlfriend, no one had known about. And Eddie is just about to get a glimpse of how much he wishes he was Steve… or you he doesn’t really- (6.7k)

WARNINGS: Clinginess, size kink(not really), very shy y/n(at first), social anxiety mentions, fighting, angst (kinda?), hurt/comfort, fingering, squirting, vanilla!Steve, Vanilla!Reader (until Eddie changes her mind), dacryphilia, pet names(?) (sweet girl, sweetheart, baby, etc), Eddie says ‘little’ to reader a lot but it doesn’t mean anything it’s just something i think fits his character, this might be bad so sorry in advance. I ended up really not liking this… :( (the pictures shown are not meant to be what the reader (or Eddie and Steve) looks like, just the vibe of the story!!)

PAIRING: Steve Harrington x SHY!FemReader x Eddie Munson

part two

Eddie was glad he was able to crash at Steve’s, rather than living in Wayne’s trailer. Don’t get him wrong, he loved his dear uncle but sometimes Eddie wanted his own space. Even if he doesn’t necessarily have his own space with Steve, at least it’s someone his age.

But what he was not expecting was when your little figure walked right out of Steve’s room, in only a t-shirt. You yawned rubbing your eyes before you took notice of Eddie’s presence, which was him sitting at the kitchen island eating cereal.

You stopped in your tracks, staring at him with wide eyes, before you ran off back to Steve’s room. Eddie stared at the closed door for a minute, before he got up to get the phone.

‘Hello, this is-“

‘Why didn’t you tell me about the girl.’ Eddie demanded, cutting Steve off.

‘Oh. um y/n you mean?’ he asked, Eddie let out a frustrated sigh.

‘Well fucking hell Steve, i didn’t even get to know her name she walked out here, mind you in only a t-shirt and once she noticed me she scurried on back to your room.’ Eddie said, Steve almost laughed but kept his composure.

‘She’s just a shy girl, i told her that i was having someone live in the apartment for a while. As for you i’m sorry i didn’t tell you, no one else really knows about her’ Steve says, Eddie furrows his brows.

‘Is she your girlfriend?’ Eddie asks confusion deep in his voice. Steve sighs, leaning against the counter.

‘yeah, but she’s shy so- she didn’t really want anyone to know’ Steve explains, Eddie hums.

‘Well she looked terrified of me.’

‘Everyone is terrified of you Ed’s look in the mirror man’ Steve laughed, Eddie grumbled saying his goodbyes before hanging up.

Eddie took his seat back on the stool, finishing his now soggy cereal.

-

You hadn’t come out at all that day, that is until you heard the jingles of Steve’s keys and then the front door opening. You sit up, getting out of the bed. You open the door peeking out of it, seeing Steve close the door behind him and putting his keys on the kitchen counter.

He spots you and you smile sweetly, he walks over to you walking into the room. Eddie had been watching the whole thing from the couch.

-

‘Have you even eaten today sweet girl?’ he asked, a little frustrated that you let your social anxiety take over.

‘Um… no. I got scared!’ you whine, he lets out a sigh shaking his head.

‘Eddie is no one you should be scared of’ he explains getting out of his work clothes, changing into a pair of sweats and a t-shirt.

‘You sure’ you whisper, he nods walking over to you and giving you a kiss to the forehead.

‘Come on, you gotta at least be civil to him and say hi.’ Steve says giving you a pair of his boxers, you pout but put them on anyways.

You walk behind Steve as he opens the door, staying behind him. You can sense the presence of another human, and you don’t like it.

‘Say hi’ Steve says, to which you then make yourself visible to the other one whispering a small hi as you look down at your feet.

‘Hi there, would have introduced myself this morning if you hadn’t run off.’ Eddie jokes making you relax a little at his soft laugh.

‘Sorry, i’m y/n’ you whisper, taking a chance at looking at the other man.

‘No worries, i’m Eddie’ he said smiling, his heart absolutely melted at your soft aura.

‘Nice to meet you’ you say avoiding eye contact. Eddie grins looking over at Steve mouthing ‘real shy huh?’ Steve just grins back nodding.

‘Nice to meet you too’ Eddie laughs slightly, you burn up taking note that there is another person staring at you other than Steve.

You make thin line with your lips humming a small ‘mhm’, walking back into Steve’s room. Eddie watched as you shut the door, and he just laughed.

‘Well god dammit Steven, you didn’t tell me she was that shy.’ Eddie said in amusement, Steve rolled his eyes at the name.

‘i told you, she’s just very antisocial she’ll warm up to you’ Steve explained walking to the kitchen to make you something to eat.

-

The next morning wasn’t so bad, you had not been scared to walk out of Steve’s room to make something to eat. But you still avoided eye contact with Eddie.

He talked to you and you would talk back, and you surprisingly found the company comforting. Steve had work what felt like all the time, so you’d be at his apartment alone. Having someone to talk to gave you a sort of comfort.

‘When did you two start dating?’ Eddie asked as you placed your food on a plate.

‘um… about 5months ago’ you whispered, Eddie hums.

‘Yeah, no one knows. I don’t like people that much’ you mumble, Eddie chuckles making you almost loose your breath. It’s a sound that Steve makes sometimes, and it makes your stomach flutter.

Eddie had tried to engage in you, per Steve’s request.

‘just try and talk to her please, she just needs an extra push’

‘you’d make good friends with El, she’s a quiet little thing like you’ Eddie says and for some reason you blushed.

‘Yeah that’s what Stevie tells me’ You hadn’t even realized you let the name you call him slip, if Eddie had noticed he had no point in showing it.

You place your plate down next to Eddie and happily eat.

-

As the days went on you began to be more comfortable around Eddie.

Eddie had explained he was leaving to go visit his uncle, and Steve took that chance. He knew you were dying on the inside, because he had told you that you had to hold off on the sex for a while. You guys already didn’t have much sex, so you were going on about 3 weeks without sex.

So when he got you on the couch, kissing down your pretty neck you relished in it.

You were sex deprived?

So when Steve was taking things slow you practically cried. Pouting at him, saying how you’ve been good and waited.

‘Yes, and i’m so proud of you baby’ he replied.

Steve was the soft type, surprisingly.

-

You were so close, pleading him. So far down into your own mind that you hadn’t heard the front door. Quite frankly neither did Steve, and when Eddie walked in he got a glimpse of just what he wanted.

‘Steve!’ it was a cry out from you that had Eddie freezing in his spot. He stared for a good minute, watching the way Steve’s face contorted with pleasure.

He grew hard in his pants, before either of you could see him he walked back out. Rushing to his van.

He slammed the door, sitting in his seat. Running his hands through his hair. It was running through his mind.

You laying there, all needy and submissive to Steve as he helped you- god.

‘FUCK!’ Eddie hit his wheel, he’s fucked. He leaned down to the wheel thinking for a moment.

He started his van driving off.

-

‘And i just stood there Robin.’ Eddie said, Robin sighed as she listened to him.

‘Who were you attracted to?’ she asked suddenly, Eddie paused looking at her.

‘I- her obviously i mean-‘ he stopped himself when Robin gave him a look.

‘Why are you looking at me like that.’ he stated, she sat down next to him.

‘because i don’t believe you.’ she said, Eddie raised an eyebrow.

‘Wha-‘

‘You walked in on Steve having sex with some one, and you watched. What if it was Jonathan? Do you think he would stand there and watch Steve fuck someone?’ She asked, Eddie froze.

‘Who were you attracted to Eddie.’ she asked again, Eddie swallowed thickly leaning back into the couch.

‘Both of them.’ he said.

-

Later that night you were nearly asleep when you heard the sound of keys, and the door opening. You felt Steve pull out of the bed and opening the bedroom door. Then there was faint talking, your bedroom door making it muffled.

‘Where were you?’ Steve asked, Eddie just gave a raised eyebrow.

‘my uncles. i told you-‘

‘yeah you told me you’d be back by 10’ Steve cut him off, Eddie gave a confused look.

‘I’m sorry? i didn’t know i was on a curfew’ Steve rolled his eyes.

‘I’m just saying you could have called to say you were staying later or something.’ Steve said, Eddie has been through too much and now Steve is showing that stupid motherly friend side of him and it’s not helping.

‘Ok sorry’ he mumbled walking to the kitchen to get water, he went over it with Robin. How to tell Steve, but he just couldn’t bring himself to do it.

‘You scared y/n you know’ Steve mumbled, Eddie froze at this. He shut the door, water bottle in hand.

‘Well- i- sorry i didn’t mean to’ he said walking off to the couch.

You were sitting at the door listening to them.

‘Why are you acting like that?’ Steve says, Eddie stops and looks back at him.

‘like what?’ Eddie asks, Steve just stares at him a moment longer.

‘i don’t know- weird’ Steve asks, Eddie lets out a bitter laugh that makes your stomach drop.

‘i thought i was already weird’ Eddie says, Steve just rolls his eyes.

‘Okay whatever, i’m not gonna try talking to you if you’re acting like that’ Steve says, Eddie ignores him.

You hear Steve’s footsteps and you jump up from the floor backing away. He walks in and notices you frantic look.

‘Were you listening?’ he asks, you nod shyly.

‘Sorry, i don’t know what’s up with him’ Steve mumbles, he just kinda stands there.

‘Maybe he just- needs to sleep, we all need sleep sometimes’ you mumble, Steve gives you a small smile kissing you on the forehead.

‘yeah’ he whispered.

-

It got harder and harder for Eddie to keep his composure around you. To you he was more sweet but to Steve… he just plain out ignored him.

It irritated Steve enormously. He hadn’t figured out why Eddie had been so different around him, it’s almost like he was scared of Steve.

One day you had been asleep in Steve’s room when Eddie walked in. Steve writing something down about rent. When he saw Eddie he got up, moving towards him.

‘Ok ed’s, what is your deal?’ Steve asked in a hushed tone, trying not to wake you up.

‘What do you mean?’ Eddie asked confused.

‘You know what i fucking mean. You’ve been avoiding me like the plague!’ Steve says.

It tipped Steve off, Eddie was his- friend. Eddie was his friend who wasn’t paying attention to him.

‘I- i’ve just been busy’ Eddie says, Steve doesn’t buy it, not one fucking bit.

‘Yeah fucking right! Y/n said you’ve been perfectly normal to her?!’ Eddie freezes at that.

‘Listen it’s just- complicated…’ Eddie tried to reason but Steve is not pleased.

‘GEEZ EDS LET ME HELP YOU OR SOMETHING?! YOU’RE AVOIDING ME AND ITS DRIVING ME UP THE WALL!’ Steve hadn’t meant to shout, but it was hard not to when he felt like what he did.

‘Where’s y/n?’ Eddie asked looking around, Steve just stared at him.

‘She’s sleeping.’ he said blankly.

‘Do you like my girlfriend?’ he accused, Eddie looked stunned.

Steve had thought about it a few times, scared it was true.

‘What? where- where is this coming from.’ Eddie protested.

‘DO YOU LIKE MY GIRLFRIEND?’ Steve shouted again, Eddie was pulled back.

‘I- Steve listen…’

Steve hated this feeling. He was infuriated. But it wasn’t because Eddie liked his girlfriend, it was because Eddie he didn’t like him. His eyes burned and he hadn’t realized tears had grown.

Steve’s head went into a spiral, had he liked Eddie? No. He liked his girlfriend, god he loved her.

‘I walked in on you guys the other day when i said i was going to Wayne’s- i came back a little early i didn’t think- i hadn’t thought and i walked in on you two on the couch-‘ Eddie slowly explained, Steve just stood there in shock.

‘I just… um my mind went a little crazy and i just froze. I ran off to Robins and i told her about it, she kept on asking me who i was attracted to- and i- i just couldn’t set my mind um,’ Eddie didn’t know how to say it.

‘You like both of us.’ Steve said, breathing uneven. Eddie’s head snapped up in alarm.

They both stayed silent, scared to be the first one to talk. Eddie swallowed thickly, Trying to gather his thoughts.

‘Yeah’ he mumbled, his hands went wet.

There was nothing else to say, they both felt frozen.

Eddie knew deep down that he never really cared who he ended up with. But Steve had grown up with entitled parents who thought they were better than everyone else.

He remembers a night where his mother complained about her cousin, who had ran off and dated a boy.

‘He’s disgusting’

He remembered the dis-taste in her voice, the venom. When he met Robin he immediately felt a pang in his heart, Robin was just being herself, she wasn’t disgusting.

Steve always tried his best to please his mom, his father never really gave him the time of day. So if he were able to please his mom then he felt like he had it all. The feeling of pleasing his mom was like winning the Nobel Prize.

But he realized that not everyone wins the Nobel Prize. And not everyone can achieve that, and that’s okay. Because in the end of the day we are all just humans trying to live, so why does it matter that he likes Eddie?

Why does his mom think he’s anything less than herself, why does she think Robin doesn’t deserve to be loved. That’s how he knew that he never really needed to please his mom, he shouldn’t have even tried. Because she was the one that was less than a human, she was the one going against someone who was just trying to love.

‘Idotoo’ Steve hadn’t realized it slipped until Eddie looked up at him in shock.

His feet looked quite interesting in the moment, but they had been blurred by the stupid water in his eyes.

‘What?’ Eddie asked, unsure he heard correctly.

‘I do too, um… you and y/n’ he mumbled looking back up at Eddie, tear streaked cheeks. Eddie just stared in shock, why was he crying?

‘Is that- is that even allowed’ Steve says letting out a nervous huff.

‘Robin said it was’ Eddie shrugged, and Steve actually felt like he could smile. He felt okay, he supposed in the moment.

‘Yeah Robin thinks it’s okay to put ketchup on eggs.’ Steve states softly, rubbing his nose and sniffing.

‘Yeah so we should trust her eh?’ Eddie says, Steve rolls his eyes.

‘You too?’ he asks in disbelief, Eddie shrugs.

‘Sorry man’

Steve hadn’t realized Eddie got any closer until he felt arms wrap around him. He stood frozen for a little until he finally let himself be himself, wrapping his arms around Eddie letting out small sobs.

He just felt okay, like he could destroy the world and bring all back together. He felt like he could actually breath.

He laid out everything to Eddie, about his mother, his father and how for so long he felt like a disappointment. But now he really didn’t care, because people like his parents can never truly be pleased.

And they thought that now they feel content in their feelings, why not make it fun?

Mess with you

-

It was the next morning Steve was already off to work, you began to walk out to the kitchen when you stopped in your tracks, Eddie was on the couch. With only boxers on.

You just stared, why? why was he so confidently spread out in the open in ONLY his boxers?!?

You just ignored it walking into the kitchen beginning to make your breakfast.

-

Eddie had been more touchy, not to the point where it made you uncomfortable but just to the point where is made you blush and want to cower.

But something that really made you blush was when he called you sweet girl, it was something you’ve only ever been called by Steve.

But it felt wrong, blushing around him. It felt so wrong, but you couldn’t help it.

-

Steve came home, dropping his keys on the counter before coming to his room.

You looked up from reading your book, he waved the movie he had in hand grinning like the cat who’s got the milk.

You sit straight up, movie nights were your favorite. And since Steve worked at family video it happened quite often, he always got discounts on new movies they got in stock.

‘What movie is it!?’ you sprint from the bed, book long forgotten. He brings down the case to show you.

‘Raising Arizona?’ you question grabbing it and looking at it. Steve shrugged, getting out of his work clothes and into new ones.

He urges you out the door, you yelp turn towards him.

‘Idontgotanypantson’ you mumble, Steve looks down at you with a questioned look.

‘Sorry baby, what?’ he leaned down to hear you, he genuinely seemed like he didn’t hear you but you never knew with Steve.

‘i don’t have any pants on Steve.’ you state, trying to make it to where Eddie couldn’t hear. Steve just grins, perfect.

‘That’s alright,’ he says

‘wait what-‘

‘Hey Eddie!’ Steve calls out to Eddie who’s laying on the couch, to which Eddie looks up from the paper he was drawing on.

You go wide eyed squealing as you tried to turn around, only to be met with Steve solid figure. He turns you back around.

‘You don’t mind if sweet girl is only in her undies do ya?’ Steve asks, this makes you flush from head to toe.

‘Nope not at all’ Eddie says laughing, why were they joking!?

‘Good because poor baby girl here is just so comfortable in only her undies’ Steve said, you close you’re eyes in embarrassment.

this is not happening right now.

this is not happening right now.

this is not happening right now.

this is not happening right now.

You reluctantly let Steve lead you to the couch, when you made it to the couch your blush had appeared much more to Eddie.

‘I don’t think she liked you ratting her out Steven’ Eddie said grinning, and the name surprised you because it seemed so foreign.

‘She’ll get over it, right’ Steve says leaning down to look at you, you glare at him but just nod.

Steve urges you to sit, a little close to Eddie but it’s okay, you’re okay. He puts in the VHS, and presses play.

When he sits back on the couch, he pulls you closer to him until you’re on his lap. You felt watched, you didn’t like it.

But once the movie went on, you all sat comfortably. Three blankets spread across. Maybe an hour or so into the movie, you were already passed out.

‘She never makes it through movies’ Steve says grinning as he picked you up. You shift slightly in his hold before relaxing.

He brought you to the room, making sure you were comfortable and tucked in before he felt.

‘Do you think she’ll ever end up liking both of us?’ Eddie asked as soon as Steve closed the door.

‘She already does, she just thinks she’s cheating on me if she does anything with you’ Steve says, Eddie gets up from the couch walking to the kitchen.

‘So how are we supposed to make her think it’s not’ Eddie says, Steve walks over to the island sitting down.

‘I could talk to her, maybe if i say she’s aloud to i’m not sure’ Steve says.

-

‘PRINCESS!’ you were in the kitchen when Steve called you to his room, you turn around from your food and walk to the room.

‘Yeah’ you ask, he waved you over and you raise your eyebrow. You shut the door behind you walking over to him.

‘I gotta talk to you’ he says softly, you were becoming scared. He grabbed your waist pulling you down onto his lap.

‘Should i be scared’ you mumble, he grinned and just shook his head.

‘no of course not, unless you got something to tell me’ he laughs, you just shake you head no.

‘Ok so,’ he slaps his hand down on your thigh as he begins his talk.

‘I’ve noticed, that you get lonely when i’m at work. Locking yourself in my room, and don’t even lie i get told’ Steve says, you blush at that.

‘Well yeah i don’t really have anything to do while you’re gone’ you whisper looking down drawing circles on his jean covered thigh.

‘Which is why i’m making you a deal’ You look up at him in question.

‘a deal?’

‘Yes. I talked to Ed’s, and we both were talking about how devastating it must be, i mean i’m gone lots. So what i’m allowing you to do is when you miss me or need something you can go to Ed’s’ He explains slowly, you just stare at him in shock.

‘Wait… like anything?’ you ask, Steve nods.

‘Wouldn’t that be cheating?’ you mumble, Steve shakes his head no.

‘not if i’ve told you i’m okay with it, and i know it’s happening’ he says, you just sit there confused.

‘Why would you let me do things with Eddie? i’m doing quite fine being lonely’ you say, scared it was a test.

‘Sweet girl, i’m just saying you can you don’t have to’ he explains.

‘i know… i’m just confused’ you say softly, Steve just smiles.

‘Just know if you get… i don’t know needy? then you can go to Ed’s for help’ he said, you just stared at him.

‘really?’ Steve could hear the hint of excitement under what was a voice that you used to try and hide your real feelings.

‘Yeah, i feel bad that you don’t have someone to keep you busy’ he said, you just stare at him in thought.

‘I mean, i keep myself quite busy’ you say looking around realizing you had things left out from throughout the days.

‘I know you do. But like i said, you can you don’t have to’ he said, you just couldn’t wrap your head around it.

You knew he was giving you permission, you understand that. But what you didn’t understand was why he was giving it to you. Why would he want a different boy touching his girlfriend, having sex with his girlfriend. It didn’t make sense, but he said you could and you would.

Even though it felt so wrong, you just couldn’t help but like both the boys. Of course you leaned more to Steve, but if he started letting you do things with Eddie you knew you wouldn’t be able to stop.

-

Steve had left to work, and you felt scared to leave the room. You didn’t know if it would be the same between you and Eddie. Now that his friend told him it was okay to have sex with his girlfriend.

You finally exit the room to get some water, Eddie was at the island eating cereal.

‘Hey’ you whispered softly, Eddie looks up from his cereal bowl and smiles.

‘Hello’ he says, you grab out things to make your food.

The first two days were just awkward to say the least, but one night it broke.

‘Look sweet girl, i’m sorry i don’t want me to go either. But if i don’t my mother will make sure to make my life a living hell, i’ll only be gone two nights. You have ed’s’ He says, you sigh.

You knew you were clingy, especially with Steve. But it’s not your fault when he treated you so well and spoiled you. He gave into your clinginess.

-

Steve had moved outside of Hawkins after what had happened, he hated that town. It made his skin crawl. So when his mom asked him to come back and spend some time with family that was coming down it made his stomach drop.

He honestly just wished to cut off all cords with his mom, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. It was harder than what it sounded like.

-

You laid in his bed, not able to go to sleep. You were spoiled, you slept each night in Steve’s arms ever since you got together.

You shuffled a bit in the bed before letting out a small whine. You huffed sitting up, walking to the bathroom. When you came back out you grabbed the small blanket that was on top of the big one, wrapping it around you and walking out the door.

Eddie was laid on the couch, peacefully asleep. You knew neither of them cared but it still made you feel guilty sleeping with another guy. Steve had told you over the past few days, he consisted on it actually. So you tried to calm yourself down, but before you could your feet were already bringing you to the couch.

You just wanted a good nights sleep, that’s all. You stood next to the couch for a moment, taking a deep breath. Looking back at the bedroom door, you almost just left back to the room until you heard Eddie move.

You looked back and he was half awake rubbing his eyes, looking up at you with squinted eyes. You just kinda stand there till you get embarrassed and mumble out words.

‘What?’ he asks sitting up on the couch, you play with the ends of the blanket nervously.

‘I can’t go to sleep’ you say keeping your eyes on the blanket. Eddie just eyes you, still half awake. Before it all registers in his brain, remembering Steve was gone and you were all alone in the bed.

He clears his throat scooting back on the couch, lifting up the blanket that was laid on him. Your heart stutters and you quickly join him before your mind second guess’ it.

And you actually felt comfortable, even though you hated Steve’s couch. Eddie brought the blanket back down onto both of you, pulling you closer so you weren’t hanging off the edge.

And your eyes start to drift off, the smell of Eddie surrounding you in the best way.

But you froze when Eddie began to do something Steve always did to help you sleep. He began to slowly rub his thumb back and forth over your hip.

It was some what like a turning page in your head, showing that Eddie and Steve weren’t that different. They both made you feel safe, they both gave you butterflies. And most of all they both made you feel loved.

You never knew you could feel loved by two people at the same time. It felt freeing, and it felt so good.

‘Steve told me, your guys’ deal’ you whispered, Eddie froze a bit.

‘Yeah?’ Eddie asked voice rough, you slightly nod.

‘I’ve never felt this way before’ you mumble, Eddie pulls his eyebrows together.

‘What do you mean sweet girl’ Eddie asked cautiously.

‘Loved, Steve made me feel loved just by himself but now you both make me feel loved.’ You say, Eddie stays silent for a moment.

‘That’s because we do love you y/n.’ he whispered, and it sounded surreal. It didn’t sound right in your ears.

To be wanted by Steve was a huge thing, but to be wanted by two people was hard to grasp.

‘You love me?’ you ask, Eddie hums.

‘Steve knows?’ you ask, Eddie sighs nodding.

‘Do you love us?’ Eddie asks before telling you, you think for a moment.

‘Yeah… yeah i guess i do, but i didn’t know i was allowed to’ you say, Eddie turns you to him.

‘Here’s the thing sweetheart, me and Steve also love each other. So, we all love each other.’ He explains, and it just makes sense. It was right, you loved both of them and they both loved you and each other.

‘I like that’ you say smiling, Eddie gives back a soft smile.

‘Me too’ he whispered, you stare at him hunger shown in your eyes.

‘am i allowed to kiss you’ you ask, Eddie chuckles at you.

And he answers by leaning down and giving you a kiss, you melt into him. He begins to get on top of you, pulling back to let you catch your breath before going back.

It felt so right, his hands on your hips while his soft lips guided yours. When he began to kiss down to your jawline, then your neck. You grabbed handfuls of his hair, whining.

Eddie grinned, pushing your head back so he could get access to that one spot Steve had told him about.

‘If you just get that one spot, she won’t be able to make coherent words’

When he sucked on it you gasped, your hips bucking.

Steve and you didn’t have sex very often, and when you did it was soft.

So when Eddie begin to bite and roughly hold your hips down, you gave a pout.

‘Why you pouting, hm?’ he asks, you grunt trying to move your hips.

‘You are being very impatient right now, Steve didn’t teach you how to behave?’ Eddie asks, you paw at his chest with a frustrated whine.

‘What?’ you ask breathlessly, the feeling of his mouth still lingering on your neck.

‘You get everything you want from Steve? He fuck you when you ask, and he lets you tell him what to do?’ Eddie says, you nod with a confused face.

‘So what i’m hearing is you are a spoiled thing’ he says grinning, you shake your head.

‘i’m not spoiled’ you protest, Eddie just laughs at you.

‘no? then why don’t you be a good girl and be patient, yeah?’ he says, and your insides twist at the tone of his voice. You nod your head.

His hands slid under your shirt making you shiver. You moan when his hands come over your bare breasts.

Eddie noticed how reactive you were to everything he was doing. It led him to think you didn’t get this as much as you should have. You’re eyes were blown wide, just wanting to please him.

‘Stevie doesn’t fuck you enough does he?’ He cooed, you whine shaking your head.

‘You poor thing’ he says with sarcastic sympathy, you pout.

He helps you take off your shirt, throwing it to the side. His fingers hook into the waist band of your pajama shorts, he leaves them there for a second to give you time to change your mind. You just lift your hips up in answer, he chuckles at you pulling down your shorts.

‘fuck, your soaking your little panties’ Eddie grinned when you blushed. You turn your head in embarrassment, he turns your head to meet his eyes. You hated making eye contact it killed you inside.

‘Got you embarrassed hm?’ he says, you roll your eyes trying to hide the fact that you were very much indeed embarrassed.

‘Oh? so you’ve got attitude’ he says, turning your chin roughly. Your eyes were so blown wide it made you even more harder to resist.

You shake your head, he just narrows his eyes.

‘You’d think you would be grateful, i’m being so nice to you sweet girl. I can be mean.’ He says making your eyes go wide.

mean?

‘Steve doesn’t get rough with you? does he baby you?’ Eddie says, slowly discarding your underwear.

You didn’t answer too distracted by his fingers being everywhere but where you wanted them.

‘You know, i wouldn’t buy you for the vanilla type,’ Eddie says, finger pressing into your entrance making you moan.

When his finger is fully seated in you, you grab hands full of his hair.

‘You don’t love the idea of me fucking you so hard to the point where you can’t even say your own name, you don’t want me to be mean to you while i give you pleasure?’ he says, you shake your head no but your insides tell you yes when you clench around his finger.

When his finger begins a pace you mewl, pushing your hips down. He then adds a second finger making you gasp.

Sure you’ve gotten way bigger, but just the way he was being rough had your mind spiraling.

‘Oh but you do like it rough, don’t ya princess?’ he asks, you don’t answer trying to stand your ground. You hated it when you weren’t right, especially about your own self.

He just laughs at you, because he knew he was right. He felt your pussy clench down on his fingers, he knew you liked it.

Soon his two fingers were pounding into you, and it felt so foreign. Steve was the one to take your virginity, and ever since all you’ve known is soft sex. So for Eddie to show you such roughness made you question why Steve has never done it, because quite frankly it felt so good.

The continuous hits of his fingers into you were making you go crazy. Your hips bucked up as you whine throwing your hands down to claw your hands into the couch.

‘i- i eddieeee’ you whine loosing your breath when he hits a particular spot.

‘ohmygod’ you try to keep your composure but you couldn’t, he was relentless.

‘Ah! just what i was looking for’ he grins, leaning down to kiss on your neck.

‘This is mean!’ you protest, he just laughs hot air fanning your neck.

‘You can tell me to stop, do you want me to stop?’ he says, you groan shaking your head.

‘Than shut up and be a good girl for me yeah?’ he says, and when your body shivers it gives him all the answers he needs.

You hadn’t even realized the tear that rolled down your cheek till he kissed it away. But you weren’t sad… just overwhelmed. The pleasure drew you so far you felt like you were floating.

And when he landed his thumb on your clit, you exploded. Eyes rolling back as you saw stars, thighs shaking. And small sobs erupting from you as you bask in the feelings you just went through.

When your brain was finally brought back to life you looked down and your eyes go wide.

did you pee?!?

You look up at Eddie in fear, he just pulls you up carrying you. You wince when he sits you on the bathroom counter.

‘Sorry baby’ it was so distant but it made you fuzzy on the inside nonetheless.

You meet his eyes your dazed stare making him smile. You gasp when you felt a warm rag drag up your folds. You were picked back up, and taken into Steve’s room. When you got in Eddie placed you down on the bed, walking off.

‘Where are you going!’ him walking you off snaps you out of your daze.

‘I’m just going to get you some clothes sweet girl’ he says, you sigh laying back down.

When he comes back he helps you put on one of Steve’s shirts and a pair of panties. You sigh when you get under the cold sheets, you grab his hand pulling him down with you. He laughs a little getting under the sheets with you.

Instead of it being awkward, this time you snuggle into him liking the warmth and comfort he radiated. He smiles to himself bringing you close, his arm wrapped tightly around you.

When his hand trails up under your shirt and starts to rub your back, his short nails grazing against your skin you melt into him.

‘Good night’ you whisper, he mumbles it back kissing your cheek.

And somehow, you end up falling asleep just as good as you would if it was Steve.

-

You woke up to the jingles of keys and the opening of the front door, but you were too lost in sleep to care.

But when you felt the dip of the bed and someone slid into it, the soft smell of cologne and lavender your senses were alarmed. You smile when kisses were laid on your cheek. You softly laugh when he begins to attack you with kisses.

‘What are doing home early, i thought you were staying for two nights’ you say, he rolls his eyes.

‘Yeah but you know me, i could never stay that long with my family and how they are’ he said annoyance filled in his voice. It wasn’t until then did you notice there wasn’t another body in the bed.

You turn to see the bed empty, you turn back to Steve and he laughs at you.

‘He’s in the kitchen, he told me all about last night eh?’ he grinned pulling you to lay on his lap. You blush looking away.

‘And he also told me,’ Steve begin sitting up with his back to the headboard, pulling you up with him.

‘That sweet girl, likes it rough’ Steve said it like he was a little kid saying a bad word. You giggle, and you make a mental note to cringe at yourself later. But you can’t help it, the two boys made you feel so giddy.

‘You are a dirty dirty girl’ Steve says edging on your embarrassment. You can’t stand looking in his eyes, nuzzling your face into his neck. He laughs rubbing up and down your back.

‘How come you didn’t tell me?’ he says, you groan more sounding like a whine.

‘because i didn’t even know!’ you say, looking up from his neck.

The door opened and you make a grunt when Eddie piled on top of both you and Steve. He laughs at the both of you, kissing your cheek as a sorry and tapping Steve’s head since his lips couldn’t get to him.

‘My little vanilla babies, have no idea how to have fun’ Eddie says grinning.

‘It’s all Steve’s fault!’ you say laughing when he gasps.

‘How is it my fault?!’ Steve says in defense.

‘I was a virgin when i got with you! you’re the only person i’ve ever been with, so you made me vanilla’ you say, using the word Eddie used even though you had no fucking idea what it meant.

‘ohhh yup, i think princess has point Harrington’ Eddie says, his dimples out.

‘The only reason i went Vanilla on you was because i was scared i was gonna hurt you, and you seemed to like it so i kept doing it’ Steve protests, Eddie rolls his eyes.

‘Boooo, lame excuse. If you just do it right, you can never hurt her. She’s a very strong little lady’ Eddie says, you smile looking back at Steve who was over you two.

‘You two have only been together for one night and you’re already ganging up on me?! what is this! i declare justice’ Steve says, you just laugh laying back down on his chest.

‘It’s okay Stevie, Eddie will just have to teach you right ed’s?’ And for the first time the nickname Steve has always called him slips out your mouth. It makes Eddie so giddy he nearly explodes.

‘Yeah, i sure can.’ he said proudly.

‘How about we start right now yeah? wanna be our prop sweet girl’ Eddie says getting up, you go wide eyed. You’ve never gotten two orgasms within 2 days, let alone within the span of 7 hours.

‘Oh my Ed’s what have you done to my princess, she has a look of terror’ Steve says, Eddie shakes his head.

‘No no no, that is not a look of terror. That is a look of pure joy and excitement, Stevie’ Eddie says, Steve looks back at you and your smirking.

‘What have you done to my precious baby’ Steve says, Eddie shoves his shoulder back into the bed.

‘Our precious baby’ Eddie corrects, and it makes your stomach churn.

Oh boy were you excited.

—

Okay so i will make a part two, if you guys want. Because i know i stole away the smut from you but i feel like i’ve been holding off this story from you guys for way too long! I need to post it! So i hope you enjoyed, lots of love!

-Ky

#soft steve harrington #steve harrington x eddie munson x reader #steddie x you #smut is life #foryou #fluff #kyhgwts #dom/sub #…kinda #sad? #hurt/comfort #arguing #three idiots in love

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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?”

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?”

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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