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romanestuffsposts · 3 days
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I'm on my period rn 😖 and I have pains from the hell :( soo I was thinking if you could do daddy stucky x little reader x little Peter where the reader has so bad pains that she can bearly move and Peter don't really understand what happened he just sees that his little sis is in very much pain(she's in the headspace 1-3 and he is like 6 or 7) and he tries to help🥺🥺💞
Hi there love! 💜
I'm so sorry you had to go through this.. I hope you feel better now. I totally understand what you’re feeling. I’m on my first day right now 😕 I send you lots of loveeeeee 🩷
I hope you like how i wrote your request sweetie!
Enjoy <33
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Warnings : period time, pain, tears, peter heal you, not a long fix (i think, it depends on people’s opinion hihi), lot’s of love and fluff, pet name, kisses
Pairings : Daddies!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader
Summary : it’s period time and Peter is worried for you and want to help you
A/N : just to be clear, when I saw « your Papa » « your Daddies » etc, the your is for Peter and Little reader, not just little reader like other times.
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You’re in front of your favorite show, with your favorite dessert in hands and your favorite stuffie with you, so why are you upset ? Peter doesn’t really understand why his little sister, you, isn’t happy right now like you usually are when you have everything like just now.
Your Papa told him that you were in pain right now, he watched him changing you differently than usual and when you all went back downstairs in the living room there was a towel on the couch which was odd. Your Daddies took care of you differently and he didn’t understand why.
Peter knew he couldn’t questions you because of your state and he didn’t even know how to ask and what to ask at your Daddies to understand what is happening. So he played calmly on the floor beside you so he could have an eye on you. Of course he’s worried, he doesn’t need to understand and to feel worried about you.
It’s been only two hours that your Daddies went to work in their office, as much as they wanted to stay and take care of their little babies they couldn’t. In those two hours you tried to sleep a little through the show, without success, you tried to enjoy the show and even eat but the pain was too much.
It’s the first day, if you know, you know.
You start groaning both from the pain and the annoyance of the situation which alert Peter. He stopped his game and turns his eyes to you. He watches you curling your little body against yourself and sees the pain on your face. He stands up from the ground and walk toward you, his caresses his hand in your hair and kisses your forehead ‘’you wanna my help ?’’ He quietly asks.
You nod your head.
He wipes your little tears and gives you a little kiss on the forehead before running upstairs. He looks around the playroom and smile when his eyes fall on what he was looking for.
You hear footsteps running down the stairs and seconds later, he was by your side ‘’I know wha you need’’ He smiles. He hold one of your doll ‘’she gonna heal you’’
He lifts her arms as if she wanted to hug you and then he gently brings her hands toward your belly. He lifts your shirt and rests her hands on your skin, he makes her rub it.
You sniff and look down at her hands ‘’she hep ?’’
He nod and smiles ‘’yes she h-help you wis pain, you don move, okay ?’’
You nod ‘’otay’’
Your Daddies came to take a break but stop at the door to watch you.
Peter starts singing the song your Papa sings whenever one of you is sick and doesn’t feel well. It usually make you sleepy so he tries that too.
Your Daddy smiles at your Papa.
The doll end up the work with kisses on your lower belly and then all over your head ‘’finiiiish’’ Peter exclam with happiness.
You giggle at his mood which make him proud because he and the doll succeed at helping you. ‘’Thank you for helping her, big boy’’ Steve smiles as he enters the room. He takes Peter in his arms ‘’You’re the best brother you know that right ?’’ Peter smiles and hides his face in your Papa’s neck which make him chuckle.
Your Daddy comes by your side and strokes your head ‘’how are you feeling, babygirl ?’’
‘’Bette’’ you mumble.
He smiles and nods ‘’perfect then’’
‘’You hear that ? You made her feel better’’ Your Papa whispers in Peter’s ear
‘’Why don’t we finish the show together before preparing dinner ?’’ Your Daddy proposes. Peter shows his excitation and runs toward the couch. Of course he decides to sit beside you because he wants to be the one to take care of you and not someone else.
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short-and-izzy · 1 year
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Everybody knows Steve and Eddie are polar opposites when it comes to music taste. Aside from the five rock bands they can both agree on, it's pretty much symphonic warfare when it's time to turn on the radio.
That's why they are always last on the list whenever the party has do to any carpooling, even Dustin has grown tired of the never-ending discussion about who gets to pick the songs for the day.
Steve argues that Eddie's heavy metal is a definite trigger for his migraines, while Munson refuses to drive anywhere with anything pop related playing on the background.
However, one afternoon Eddie comes home earlier than usual from his Corroded Coffin rehearsal and only makes it halfway to the bedroom when the prettiest voice stops him on his tracks.
He sets down his guitar case quietly and leans on the wall right beside the bathroom door, slightly furrowing his brows, curious. Even muffled by the door and the sound of the water hitting the ground, Steve's voice is loud and clear. Eddie doesn't take long to recognize it, one of those stupid hit songs. Repetitive, silly and, as it turned out in this particular scenario, absolutely mesmerizing.
He comes to the realization that he's never heard Steve singing in the shower before. He's never heard Steve singing before, period. Other than his usual foot tapping and mumbling, he seems to enjoy his music by quietly dancing to the rhythm.
Eddie tries to think back. He doesn't know for sure, but he's almost certain that Steve's sung in front of other people before. He remembers the party they went to at the Wheeler's house some weeks ago, when Nancy was teasing Steve about his Bob Seger impression.
It'd seemed odd to picture him like that when she mentioned it, the kids chiming in to mock him by singing Old time Rock & Roll with a smug look on their faces. His boyfriend had seemed unfazed, rolling his eyes and telling them to shut it, but Eddie had seen right through him. The shifting on his seat, the redness on his neck barely hidden by the collar of his shirt, his eyes evading Eddie's...
The sound of the shower suddenly stopped, snapping him out his mind. He picked up the case from the floor carefully, hurrying off to their room with the wheels in his brain already turning and his usual mischievous smirk plastered on his face. That might not have been the time, but Eddie had decided he was gonna get that boy to sing, one way or another.
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He'd gone through approximately three different plan ideas until he found one that could actually work out.
Agreeing to play Steve's music in the car as a peace offer. (Which would never work because he would immediately know something was up and if he was actually avoiding it, he wouldn't just sing if put on the spotlight)
Arriving always earlier from his rehearsals with the band to catch him singing in the shower (But Steve would just start showering earlier or just stop singing altogether)
Asking the boys in Hellfire to get him to sing so they could record Steve's voice for Eddie and then he'd have him forever on tape. (Would require admitting Steve's never sung for him before and Eddie was not about to expose himself like that in front of the kids like he was less special than everybody else)
Pretending to be asleep on the rides back home to leave Steve alone with his music for the thirty minute drive and wait for the false sense of security to get to him. Jackpot.
If he was going to make it, Eddie knew he was gonna have to sit through God knows how many unbearable hit songs, but he was committed to playing the long game. And so, it was on.
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Steve is oblivious to whatever scheming Eddie has got going on, mainly because he's always in his mind trying to come up with plotlines for new campaigns or finishing off song lyrics for his band.
However, he's completely aware of the whole singing situation, as he's actively avoiding doing so in front of his boyfriend. You know, the one who's lead singer in a band?
Steve's been to Eddie's shows, seen him crush every single song in their repertoire, and is not about to embarrass himself in front of a guy who gets crowds of people screaming for him every Friday night. Not a chance.
So, when he's driving him back home after a day together and he notices the little snores coming out of his mouth and the car's radio that's coincidentally been left on his favorite station, he refuses to turn up the volume fearing any temptation... at least too much.
Madonna's voice is a mostly drowned by the car's noises and Eddie's "sleepy" grunts whenever he shifts positions on his seat, but Steve still can't help but tap along the rhythm with his fingers on the steering wheel.
They are fifteen minutes away from home. Steve stops at a light and rolls his window down, careful not to make any loud noises. The temperature's dropped a bit, and the cold air hitting his face when he starts driving down the empty road again is refreshing.
Eddie switches positions, catching his attention for a second. He'd taken off his leather jacket before getting in the passenger seat and is now curled up, facing the window with his bare arms crossed over his worn off Metallica shirt.
Steve lets out a low chuckle while he turns right on the intersection, almost hearing Ed's voice in his head bickering about the synthesizer or the boring cheesy lyrics. Sure, the peace and quiet was great but he had to admit that listening to music felt a lot better accompanied by the smugness of defeating Eddie.
His drowsy copilot lets out a loud snore. Just ten minutes away. He bites his lip, holding back a giggle and waiting for a second before turning the volume up a bit more. The cold air ruffles his hair as he mumbles along the second verse.
So if you should ever doubt
Wonder what love is all about
The domesticity of their usual ride home sets in as he goes through the lyrics. Driving on the same road home at the end of the day, every turn and stoplight almost done automatically. Eddie's jacket dismissed at the back because he always feels like it's too hot to be worn inside the car.
Just think back and remember, dear
The warmth of Steve's face as he starts blushing feels comforting against the breeze. It's a cheesy song, but Robin's been playing it so much during their shifts at Family Video it's kinda grown on him.
Those words whispered in your ear, I said
They've taken all the turns now, the path home straight ahead with no other cars on the road. Steve's got no distractions, just a sleepy boyfriend, Madonna, the night and himself.
And he couldn't imagine being anywhere else.
True love
His voice is lower than usual, raspy from the cold but melodic as always. The finger tapping has turned into head swaying as the chorus begins.
You're the one I'm dreaming of
Your heart fits me like a glove
He tilts his head back with a small smile, one hand on the wheel, the other one holding an invisible mic inches from his face.
And I'm gonna be true blue, baby, I love you
It's corny and silly and exactly what Eddie Munson was waiting for.
Steve's too in it to notice anything. The little snores stoping abruptly, the giant smirk creeping it's way into his boyfriend's face, the wrinkles on his nose as he slowly scrunches it.
Needless to say, when the thrill of the win finally takes over him, Eddie doesn't really have time to process that suddenly sitting up while yelling "I KNEW IT!!!" inside a car in motion might not be the brightest idea.
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justmeinadaze · 16 days
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Secret Underneath Part 2 (Steddie X Plus Size You)
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Warnings: Daddy Steddie (Businessman Steve/ Rockstar Eddie) & Plus Size Fem Sub Y/N, SMUT (just pure smut; me working on this may be why I'm so subby right now lol), light smacking, slight spit play( if you squint), spanking, LOTS of dirty talk.
SLIGHT ANGST, like very slight, mentions of insecurities when it comes to the reader and her now knowing who they are. Brief mentions of an ex (that I can use for angst fodder later because I'm me)
More than anything they are feeling each other out and setting up some boundaries.
Word Count: 4835
Part 1
“Y/N, honey, are you alright?”, your friend asks as she lightly touches your shoulder before becoming distracted herself. “Maggie! I swear to God you kids are going to get me to retire early.”
“Promise?”, one of the kids teases.
Blinking, you pull yourself back into the moment, remembering the anonymity everyone requested including you.
“Ok, guys, come on. I think we bothered the people up here enough. There’s a reason they make so much money and it’s because they don’t deal with kids like you.”, you joke as you usher them to follow the guide.
It takes all of your energy not to glance their way again but you can feel their eyes trail after you as you disappear with the class. 
After dropping off the kids on campus and making sure everyone gets home safe, you head back to your apartment. As soon as the door shuts you lean against the wood, sliding down to the floor as you cry. 
You enjoyed being with Mogul and Rockstar the other night but now you know who they were. Were they going to leave now that you did? They wanted their identities to be private but never said for how long. After what happened, you were willing to wait but now… now what happens?
You hadn’t even began to fully process that they were millionaire womanizer Steve Harrington and famous well known party bad boy rockstar Eddie Munson. Insecurities had already begun to seep into your brain and it killed you. 
Your phone vibrated causing you to roll your eyes and glance at the notification that danced across your screen. 
(5:15pm) Mogul/Rockstar has invited you for a video chat!
(5:16pm) CurvyBabyWAttitude declined your invitation for a video chat. 
(5:17pm) Accept the invitation.
(5:17pm) Please.
(5:18pm) Mogul/Rockstar has invited you for a video chat!
“Yes, Mr. Harrington and Mr. Munson, how can I help you?”, you answer in a short, annoyed tone. 
“You can let us see your face for starters. If I wanted to look at the wall I can turn around.”
“Of your penthouse I bet.”
“We’re still in my office. We wanted to reach out earlier but we thought you’d still be on your field trip or at the school.”
“We wanted to give you time to get home so we could talk properly. Are you crying? Why are you crying?”
“Are you fucking kidding me? Look, you don’t have to pander to me, ok? I know now this whole anonymity thing is ruined and you’d rather be with someone more suited to your lifestyle.”
“Define ‘our lifestyle’.”
“For you, Mr. Harrington, I imagine some blond girl with big tits who comes from money and can squeeze her itty-bitty body into the most expensive dress your money can buy. For bad boy Mr. Munson, I see you with more or less the same but she’s cool like Janis Joplin.”
“I do like Janis.”
“So…big tits, money, and blond. Is there a height requirement?”
Your hand covers your mouth as you breathily laugh at their joke.
“No, no height requirement but according to princess here there is a weight limit. I guess because rich men like us are super vain we only care about a woman’s appearance and not her personality.”
“Is that right, honey? Or is the curvy baby with attitude a bit self-conscious?”
“THIS is why we wanted anonymity. We aren’t what you read in the papers, sweetheart. I’d figure the other night would have gone in the category of proving that. If we only cared about what you claim we never would have come down to the hotel.”
After a long exhale, you tilt your phone to allow them to see your face. 
“I think you also forget, honey, we have seen you. Yeah, you were wearing that mask but we knew about your body, your hair, and your tits. We’ve had our hands on them, remember?”
“You just caught us off guard today because… now we regret making you wear that sleep mask thing. Your entire face is so fucking beautiful. I wonder if your real name is equally so.”
Leaning your head on your knees, you take in their demeanors on the other end of your screen. They did still seem to be in his office but they were both sitting on a couch within. Steve was still wearing his sleek suit and Eddie in a black shirt with jeans but their eyes were no longer reflecting surprise as they had earlier that day. Right now, they seemed to be displaying genuine concern. 
“My name is Y/N.”
Both men softly grinned making you do the same. 
“Beautiful… would, um, would you be willing to meet us in a couple of hours at that hotel? We’d like to talk to you some more. Maybe figure some things out when it comes to us three.”
“We’d invite you to our place but we feel like it might make you more comfortable for us to meet somewhere where there’s common ground…so speak.”
“You two live together?”
“Oh good. We can still keep some secrets!”, Eddie chuckles. “Yeah, no point for me to get my own place when I’m on tour a lot and Stevie here travels for work.”
“Ok.”, you nod as you rise to your feet. “I’ll, um, see you both in a couple of hours.”
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Nerves float through you belly as you stand outside the hotel door, exhaling as you prepare for what may be on the other side. To your surprise both men are already there, Steve pacing by the window as he scrolls through his phone while Eddie lays on his back on top of the bed. 
As soon as the door closes, they come to attention, pausing as their eyes rake over your body. When you were here last time you had thrown on clothes not caring how you were dressed after your ordeal and today you weren’t expecting to see your two admirers so you were in your jeans and school t-shirt with a messy bun and sneakers. 
This time you wanted to show off with your off-shoulder butterfly sleeve green blouse and black skirt that accentuated your curves. The black heels helped fuel any confidence you were lacking and your hair flowed down around you giving you that extra layer of armor as well as hiding that still prominent bruise you had lingering on your skin. 
“Jesus Christ.”, Eddie breathed before clearing his throat and glancing towards Steve. “You know, seeing her now, Harrington, she doesn’t hit that height requirement we talked about.”
His friend rolled his eyes as you giggled. 
“This is so surreal.”
“What is?”, Steve asked.
“I just…I just read about you the other day. About how you just made a big financial move that made you 400 million dollars. And you…I’ve been listening to your voice for so long. I have your songs on my phone.”
“Yeah? And is that bad?”
“Ah, no, Munson. It’s those insecurities again which by the way I find totally amusing for a girl filled with so much sass.”, the pretty boy grins. “If I may ask, what are the other Daddies like? Why aren’t you like this with them?”
You scoff as you saunter to a nearby chair, place your purse down, and sit crossing your legs. Both men try to control their eyes from scanning along your limbs but Steve in particular struggles to focus on your face as his gaze constantly shifts to your heels.
“A lot of men on there have no idea what they are doing and the men that I have met up with are either trust fund babies or CEOs. They aren’t famous or really worked hard for anything. Personally, I think that’s why they struggle being dominate. They don’t know how to fight or work hard. They barely even know what they want let alone how to take care of me.”
“Goddamn, sweetheart, you are sexy.”, Eddie sighs almost excitedly. “You have no reason to be insecure at all, Y/N. I mean we get it. Like I said, this is part of the reason we wanted the anonymity. We want you to like us for us not our names or status.”
“Is that what happened with your last Baby?”
They glance towards each other again before answering. 
“No.”
“No…”
“No.”, Steve says again with more conviction. “No, that’s not what happened.”
“That’s all I get?”
“You get what we give you.”
Your breathing stutters a bit at the metalhead’s words as your pussy clenches at his casual yet confident tone. 
“Y/N, honey, can you do me a favor and uncross your legs?”  You do as he asks going the extra mile of opening them so they have a good view at your silk black panties underneath. “You have no idea how bad I want to throw those gorgeous high heeled legs over my shoulders and just fucking devour your little pussy till your shaking.”
A small moan escapes your lips but when you try to rub your thighs together for relief Eddie tuts loudly across from you. 
“Ah ah, baby. Keep your legs open till we’re done talking and you!”, he chuckles as he gestures towards his friend. “Stay focused.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“When it comes to sex, princess, is there anything we should avoid? Any hard no’s or anything like that?”
“Nothing…too rough. I’m not into masochistic stuff like canes and flogs but you can hit me or spank me. You’ll probably be doing that a lot.”
“Oh, don’t worry, baby girl. We can handle the brat.”, Steve grins as he winks, taking off his suit jacket and tie, tossing them on the other chair beside him. 
“What about you two?”
That gives them pause before they smirk and the mogul continues rolling up his sleeves. 
“Would you believe you’re the first woman to ask us that?”, Eddie ask as he shakes his head. “No, pretty girl. As long as you’re vocal and tell us when or if you’re uncomfortable, we’re happy. That being said, do you have a safe word you prefer?”
“I’m alright with ‘red’, Daddy.”
Steve walks to your side and extends his hand out for you to take so he can guide you to the edge of the bed beside Eddie before descending to his knees. The long-haired boy brushes some of your hair back and his ringed fingers lightly trace your bruise.
“How does this feel? Still hurt?”
“Yes, sir, but not as much as before.”
“Fucking asshole putting his hands on our baby girl.”, he growled low as his lips kiss your skin. 
“That’s another thing, Y/N, because apparently we weren’t clear last time. You are ours. You belong to us and in turn we take care of you.”
“Are we still…still…keeping this a secret?”, you inquire trying to focus as Eddie’s kisses trailed to your neck while Steve’s mouth lingered on your thigh. 
“Is that alright? Till we get more comfortable with each other and the dynamic.”
“Y-Yes, Daddy. Please.”
“Please what, baby? What do you want?”, the rockstar breathes in your ear.
“I want Daddy to eat my pussy.”
You watch as Steve’s head disappears into your skirt making you groan when his nose presses against your panty covered core and you feel him inhale. 
“Fuck, she smells so fucking good.” His wide tongue flattens against the fabric and Eddie grins as your mouth falls open. “Jesus, Ed, and she tastes so sweet. Let’s get these off, honey.”
Nodding aggressively, you helped him pull down your panties and he tossed them towards his jacket. He licked a strip between your folds, wrapping his mouth around your clit, and repeating the process as his eyes watched your face. 
“Oh fuck, Daddy.”
Eddie’s hand cups your cheek as he brings your lips to his, open mouth kissing you as his own tongue caresses yours. Your body abruptly jostles as Steve bunches your skirt around your waist and throws your legs over his shoulders before pressing his face into your cunt as his tongue vigorously flicked your bundle of nerves.
Your fingers threaded through his hair as you fell back against the mattress and grinded your hips. His large palms glide up your stomach as the other man lifts off your shirt and throws it to the floor. You moan, gripping the mogul’s wrist as his digits pinch and roll your nipple between them. 
“Oh my God, yes, Daddy! I’m gonna cum!
Your orgasm crashes into you like a wave as Steve shakes his head from side to side helping you ride out your high. Refusing to slow down by any means, the man’s arms circle your hips, holding them down as he continues to run his tongue between you folds as he builds you back up. 
Feeling a warmth beside you, you shift your gaze to see a now naked Eddie on his knees stroking himself by your face.
“Do you want Daddy’s cock, pretty girl?” When you don’t respond, his palm lightly smacks your cheek, his eyes scanning yours for discomfort when they finally meet. “I asked you something.”
“M’sorry. Da-Daddy’s mouth feels sooooo good.”
“Maybe I should have him stop so you can pay attention.”
“NO! No, please. I’ll listen! I’ll listen. I’ll listen.” When he repeated his question, you nodded as your free hand started to reach for him. 
“No, baby. Just keep your hands on Steve. Fun fact, he kind of likes when you pull his hair while he’s making you feel good.”, Eddie grins as his palm pets your head. “Just keep your throat open for me, okay?”
“Okay, Daddy.”
A guttural moan left the rockstars lips when his cock slid through your parted ones. His girth overwhelmed you instantly but you loved the way he tasted as every vein dragged along your tongue. 
“Fuck, sweetheart. That’s it. God damn Steve, her mouth feels amazing.”
As the metalhead began subtly thrusting his hips, you did what he suggested, gripping the other man’s hair tightly in your fingers as you tried not to gag.
“Hey. Hey, hey, hey.”, Eddie panted as he pulled himself back and you collected some air. “It’s ok to gag and drool, baby. We don’t mind it messy, trust me, and the thought of this pretty face choking on my cock just…fuck. Oh, wait. You’re going to cum again aren���t you?”, he says in an almost mocking tone that has your pussy clenching. 
Almost abruptly, Steve climbs up your body and snake one of his hands behind your neck, lifting you just enough for your forehead to lean against his. Pushing his ring and middle finger into your core, the sound of your slick filled the room as he thrust them into you at a brutal pace. 
“Cum again, baby. Come on. Soak Daddy’s fingers.”, he chanted under his breath as one of your arms wrapped around his neck. “I gotchu, Y/N. Daddy’s right here. Cum, baby girl. Keep your eyes open and on me.”
You screamed as the coil snapped, panting as your hair was yanked back.
“Keep your eyes open, little girl!”
His large digits continue to pump into you, slowing their rhythm as you gradually come down from your high with both men murmuring praises as they hovered above you. 
Through heavy lidded eyes you see them smirk at each other as Eddie pats his shoulder as if to say thank you before he maneuvers around on the bed, flipping you onto your stomach, and pushing you up on all fours. 
Steve lays on his back and hastily adjusts you till your in-between his legs. With a hungry gaze, you watch as he unbuckles his belt and pushes down his pants just enough to free his cock, stroking it in front of you as you wait. 
“Go head, Y/N.”, Eddie permits making you smile as you tongue darts out to lick the precum off his tip. “Atta girl. Remember, it’s ok to be messy.”
“Just tap me twice if you need a minute, honey.”
“Ok, Daddy. Oh-Oh fuck.”
While you two were talking, the rockstar had placed himself behind you, collecting your arousal with his length before guiding himself into your entrance. You whimper at his size as your nails claw under Steve’s button up shirt down his abs. 
“Fuck me, baby. I know. I’m sorry. I’m trying—shit—I’m trying to go slow but your pussy is just pulling me in…squeezing Daddy so tight.”
The man underneath you bit his lip as your face scrunched in pleasure. 
“You’re so beautiful, Y/N. Such a good girl taking him so well.” Your hand wrapped around him as your mouth enveloped his cock, taking him as far down as you could. “Fuck, good-good girl.”
Once he was fully sheathed inside of you, Eddie waited, allowing you to get accustomed to him while you focused on his friend. Taking his recommendation, you lowered yourself as far down as you could, gagging around Steve’s massive size, and coming off him quickly leaving trail of spit that lingered on your chin. 
“There you go. God, Y/N, that felt amazing. Do you want Daddy to take control?”
“Please… I trust you.”
Almost too gently, he lifted your hair into a ponytail, caressing your lips with his thumb as they fell open while Eddie began thrusting into you. When his cock found its way into your mouth again, however, he was anything but.
His mushroom tip hit the back of your throat repeatedly as he guided your head lower and lower onto his lap.
“You’re doing so good, honey. Fuck! K-Keep your tongue flat. That’s it, baby. Just like that. Mmm get Daddy nice and wet. Yeah? Is Eddie fucking you nice and deep?”
Tears consistently fell at the euphoria you were feeling as Eddie’s cock hit all the right places inside of you and then some while Steve’s words and actions were making you clench the rockstar to an almost a painful degree. 
“Fuck, man!”, he blissfully shouted as he spanked your behind and slowed his pace as he watched his cock disappear inside you. “She fucking loves sucking your dick. Every time she gags, her cunt wraps tighter around me.”
The pretty boy grins as he pets your head and dries some of your tears. 
“You like sucking my cock, pretty girl?”
“Y-Yes, Daddy, I love it.
“Can Daddy fuck your tight your little throat till you both cum?”
“Yes, Daddy, please!”
Eddie stills long enough for his friend to rise to his knees and slide himself back into your mouth, matching his pace as they both thrust into you. Your orgasm takes you by surprise as you roughly tap on Steve’s body and he immediately pulls back as your upper body collapses on the mattress. The rockstar grunts as reaches over to grab your hair, bringing you flush against his chest as he chases his release. His arms circle around to your tummy and you place your own on top of his as he slams his seed inside of you. 
“Thank you.”, you whisper as you pant against his cheek and in response he tilts his head to kiss your lips. 
“Come here, baby girl.”, Steve coos, his head ticking to the side when you shake yours.
“I don’t want to ruin your suit, Daddy.”
Smiling softly, he takes you in his arms and you can’t help but inhale his scent as you nuzzle your face into his neck. After placing you on the pillows, he tugs his shirt over his head and removes the pants the rest of the way. 
“I don’t care about my clothes, honey. All that matters to me is that you’re comfortable and taken care of. Plus, it’s kind of sexy to me to have your gorgeous, naked, sweat covered body against my suit.”
Positioning himself between your legs, he brings one over his shoulder and lets out a long, pleasure filled sigh as he guides his cock into your somewhat overstimulated and dripping pussy. 
“God…fuck me.”
At this angle, it felt like he was splitting you in half but in the best possible way.
“Mmph, fuck, Daddy. You’re so big.”
“I know, Y/N. I know but you can take it. You’re doing so well already.” Steve’s lips kiss your ankle just below your high heel as he gradually began finding his rhythm. “Keep your eyes on me, baby.”
When you didn’t do what he told you to, you felt him lean over you as he pressed his palms into the mattress to steady himself. 
“Y/N, stop making us repeat ourselves. Now, open your eyes.”
“I-I’m sorry, Daddy. You feel—mmm—so good. I can’t—”
“Yes you can, little girl. Don’t let our kindness fool you. We can be mean when we need to be and have no problem punishing bad girls.”
Your eyes open to meet his dominate ones and just as Eddie had he scans your face for any signs of discomfort. When he found none, he rested his forehead on your own.
“This is the first time we’re really getting to see them.” Steve rolls his waist and you mewl as he roughly hits that sensitive spot inside you. “Right there? Ok, baby.”
His jaw goes slack as he pounds into you, slamming into you g-spot over and over again turning you into a moaning mess that drives him crazy. Pushing back on to his knees, you watch as a glob of spit falls from his mouth before he utilizes his thumb to rub it into your clit.
“FUCK! I’m gonna cum!”
The bed shakes underneath you as skin smacking skin loudly echoes through the room. The coil in your belly snaps for the final time that night and Steve’s lips crash to yours to capture every moan he can. After a few moments, his head dips to your side and his groans fill your ear as he empties himself inside you. 
You wince as the man tries to carefully pull out, murmuring apologies as he kisses your face. 
“Here, sweetheart, drink this.”, Eddie instructs in a gentle tone as he hands you a glass of water that you promptly chug back. “I’m going to go figure out how to turn the rocket ship they a call a tub into a bath so we can get you all clean.”
You giggle at his joke as Steve over exaggeratedly sighs as he presses his face into the pillow beside yours. 
“He’s just trying to impress you by seeming more ‘down to earth’. Our bathrooms at home are more or less the same.”
“I’m sure they are better than mine. It’s a 30 sq ft cube and I shower with the door open so I don’t feel like I’m actually IN the movie Cube.”
His eyes scan you over as you laugh at your circumstance.
“I hope this doesn’t come off as rude so if it is please tell me but…you don’t make enough with the website to get a better apartment?”
“I don’t think it’s rude. Um, no. I don’t deal with too many Daddies. I mean I deal with them but not enough to actually get anything going or keep them around long term. Either they can’t handle me or I can’t tolerate them.”
“Girl who knows what she wants?”
“Girl who’s been through enough and is tired of wasting her time.”
He nods as Eddie saunters back into the bedroom to tell you the bath is ready but as he casually comes around to pick you up, you stop him. 
“It’s ok. You don’t need to…”
As you start to climb out of bed, he places his palm on your chest and pushes you back down.
“I don’t need to what?”
“You don’t need to try and lift me.”
“Good to know.”, he responds sarcastically as he effortlessly lifts you in his arms. “Thankfully I don’t need to try. I already know what I can and can’t do.”
After removing your skirt and heels and placing you in the water, the metalhead climbs in behind you and begins cleaning your body as Steve, now donning boxers, places himself on the edge.
“Am I allowed to ask questions?”
“Of course, sweetheart, but we decide whether or not to answer.”
“I guess that’s fair.”
“Did you have a particular question in mind, honey or…?”
“Just some general things.”, you shrug. “Like I know you make a lot of money but I don’t actually understand what you do.”
“Um, the short answer would be I’m an investor, I guess. My father owned and ran an advertising firm that I took over. Then I utilized those funds to buy and resell properties. That business move you mentioned? I bought a building in Las Vegas and spruced it up. Since it was right on the strip it sold for a high dollar value.”
“Did that go right over your head?”, Eddie asked in jest.
“A bit.”, you smile shyly. 
“Those kids you brought…what do you teach that would bring them to my office?”
“Oh, that wasn’t my class. I was helping my friend with her field trip because another teacher called in sick. She teaches economics; I teach English.”
Both men make a subtle ah noise as they chuckle. 
“Almost all of students know you.”, you smile as you shift your focus to the rockstar. “They say you need to post more on social media.”
“Yeah, I have no idea how any of that works. I just post what they tell me and Gareth runs our band one. I’m an old man, sweetheart.”
“Oh my god. No, you aren’t.”, you laugh as you keen into his chest. 
You don’t see it but both men exchange another look before Eddie wraps his arms over your own and holds you tightly against him as he kisses your shoulder. 
“I’m, um, assuming that doesn’t bother you…that we are older?”
“Most sugar daddies are, honey.”
“That’s not what I asked.”, Steve scolds as he reaches out to lightly grip your chin.
“No, it doesn’t bother me.” Nodding at your answer, he releases you to take hold of your hand and help you to your feet to step onto the bathmat allowing the metalhead to do the same so he can dry you. “Do it bother you?”
“No, baby girl, it doesn’t.”
“Now if any younger guys are out here hitting on you—“ Eddie smiles when your loud belly laugh cuts him off. 
“Trust me, no one is hitting on me. I’m not saying that in like an insecure way. I’m just, usually my sarcasm gets in the way.”
After leading you back into the bedroom, you’re surprised when Steve grabs his shirt and puts it on you, falling to his knees as he closes the buttons.
“This material feels nice.” A sexy smirk paints his face as you watch his fingers move. “Smells like you.”
As soon as he completes his task, his face presses into your stomach as his hands tenderly trail up one of your legs. 
“I smell cigarettes to. Almost like my best friend insists on smoking around me.”
“Oh, sure, because you don’t smoke with me sometimes.”, Eddie teases as you both smile. “I like that you smell like us both though. Let’s people know you belong to someone already.”
Taking a hold of your bicep, he guides you under the covers and you immediately spoon your body into his as he circles his arm around you again.
“Should I…remove my profile from the site?”, you ask sleepily as Steve lays in front of you and brushes some of your hair away from your face.
“We would appreciate that. Tomorrow we can give you our number so we can talk directly on the phone and get some more information so we can send you money when you need it. I would also like to work on getting you a better place to stay. I don’t like you being in a small place where—”
“Steven.”, Eddie chuckles as he interrupts his friend. “Look at her.”
As his eyes glanced over you, he realized you had fallen asleep, your steady breathing and calm face making them swoon.
“Am I asking for too much? I hate the idea of her living somewhere she isn’t comfortable.”, the mogul inquires as he slides further under the covers and caresses your skin while the rockstar props up on his elbow. 
“She doesn’t seem like the kind of woman to do anything that would make her uncomfortable.”, he grins. “But no, I don’t think you’re going overboard.”
“You know how we are. That’s why women always took advantage of us.”
“That’s why we’re taking things a bit slower this time so we don’t have another incident like last time.”
Steve growled under his breath at the thought.
“I don’t think Y/N would be as vindictive as our ex was. Yeah she’s got a mouth but she seems up front and honest. I like that.”
“Me to.”
“I hope we aren’t wrong about this one, Ed.”
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keerysfolklore · 2 months
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18+ only | A house with a picket fence ˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚ I’m plagued by the thought of you and stevie being best friends since you were little and one night you get drunk with him and start talking about what you both wanted your futures to be like. You talk about how you’ve always wanted a big family and to be a house wife. You dream about the day your husband comes home from work and you have tea on the table ready for him, the kids are already bathed and in bed. Steve says that that sounds like his dream life too. Admits he finds nothing sexier than the thought of coming home and getting his wife pregnant again. You’re sat on the floor of his bedroom in his 1 bedroom apartment the lights are off you’re both staring at the ceiling in silence - a comfortable one. Steve mutters about how it’s just a pipe dream and you being drunk blurt out what you were thinking and ask if he wanted to at least pretend for the night. you both end up giggling and kissing one another. You’ve kissed and slept together before so this was just normal right? This is what best friends do? You tell Steve to go and put on his suit and tie and you put your hair up and run to the kitchen to put on Steve’s ‘kiss me I’m the chef’ apron, that Eddie had gave him for his birthday last year. You practically sprint back to his bedroom nearly falling over as your socks slide along the wooden floor. You’re both giggling messes undressing one another. Kisses being placed anywhere you could see skin. You tell him to keep the tie on after accidentally getting it stuck around his head. Both of you are crying with laughter. The sex was sloppy and messy you still had your apron on as you were bent over his desk. You were both content, this felt normal. You didn’t end up getting pregnant like Steve’s dream but you and steve sure as hell practiced it - a lot that night. Neither of you discuss what happened the following day as you both nursed your hangovers cuddled up watching tv and eating junk food. This is normal best friend behaviour right? ˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚
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moljh · 30 days
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Boy Next Door
Steve Harrington X Reader
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Summary: Steve lives next door and each night he sneaks into your room but you aren't ready to admit how you feel.
General fluff, mentions of sex, no trigger warnings
Your house was situated next door to the Harrington's and you'd lived there forever. Despite living in a very nice part of Hawkins your house was definitely the worst on the block, compared to those on either side, yours looked slightly out of place. Whilst most had pools, formal dining rooms and enough garage spaces for at least four cars, yours didn't even have space in the garden for a pool, let alone a garage. But that didn't bother you, home was a comforting place for you, although your parents weren't exactly home a whole lot, when they were there were family dinners around the table and constant talk.
When you had been younger you had resented that your parents had to work so much, but now you understood why and since your two older siblings had left for college already, you basically had a house to yourself. Although most teenagers would've used this to have some parties, it meant you could watch whatever television program you wanted and go to bed when you pleased. More importantly though it meant that any late night guests wouldn't be questioned.
Living next door to the Harrington's definitely had meant many things for your family, but one you hadn't anticipated was the lonely Steve Harrington coming over every night to see you. He'd been doing it since you two were in middle school. His parents were also usually working, but for them it was in the city or another state and they generally left without much notice or care for their child. You hadn't really thought about how in a house that big with everything a kid could want that Steve would be lonely and desperately so.
Your bedroom window coincidently looked directly into Steve's room and one night when you should've been sleeping you had gotten up for a glass of water and when making it back to the warmth of your comforter, you made eye contact with him. You had both stood there for a moment, seemingly unsure as what to do next when realisation that you were staring at the most popular boy in school came over you and you dashed away from the window.
The next day at school you were grateful not to see Steve and have to give an awkward explanation regarding their night time encounter because you weren't even sure what you would have said. Though to your surprise later that night as you went to bed once again you met eyes with the lonely Harrington in his window as he looked over at you. This strange nightly tradition continued until the end of the week when instead of seeing his eyes from a distance, you were shocked to come face to face with Steve right outside.
He mouthed something at you and gestured for you to open your window as he clung to the window sill, that you presumed he had scaled.
"What are you doing?" you exclaimed, quickly lowering your voice as he clambered in
Tumbling to the carpeted floor he sat up in a huff "Thought I'd come by" he said nonchalantly as if this was something he did all the time
You stood frozen in place for a moment, confused if this was really happening. Not only was a boy in your room but someone who you'd only every spoken to in polite passing and rarely even made eye-contact with at school.
"Why are you in my room?" you questioned him again
"You let me in" was all he said
"Steve" you firmed said to try and get a legitimate response from him
This became a nightly tradition for the two of you. After a shower and getting ready for bed, Steve would show up at your window and you'd let him in. In the beginning he'd simply sit at your desk and doodle with your stuff, but as time went on the two of you starting actually talking and you realised you actually really enjoyed his company. You'd gone over to his house a few times when people had been home at yours, but he preferred your house.
Despite efforts though he never really offered an actual reason as to why he'd snuck into your room that first night. Though it wasn't hard for you to deduct that he didn't like being home by himself and was lonely, potentially even scared of the vacant home apart from his own presence.
You weren't sure if your siblings knew what was happening while they had still been at home, though they never brought it up and your parents were either in a coma-like sleep or working a night shift.
One thing you never questioned however was that despite the intimate friendship the two of you had, why Steve never spoke to you when at school. You weren't popular so you assumed he just probably didn't want to try and explain to his friends why he'd be taking to someone like you. But you also enjoyed when you two were together and didn't want to ruin it by asking.
"I'm assuming you haven't studied for Mrs Connors history test that's on Friday" you asked over your shoulder
"Oh you know me so well y/n" Steve chuckled as he lay on your bed flipping through one of your magazines
"I'll give you a copy of my notes" you said as you continued to take notes
"You're too good to me"
"I know"
You continued to work through the syllabus some more, when you looked at your watch and noted it was nearly midnight.
"I need to go to sleep soon" you declared, turning around to properly look at Steve
"Ok" was all he said, continuing to read whatever article he was up to in the magazine "do women really wear these?" turning the page to you it was an article on how best to wear a thong
"Why are you reading that?" you rolled your eyes
"Just trying to stay educated"
"Oh yeah cause you wear thongs all the time" you laughed
"One of us has to" he quipped back
"How do you know I don't?" you said before processing your words, which made Steve very quickly put down the magazine
"Girls wear thongs y/n" was all he said
"Well last time I checked I'm a girl"
"You know what I mean… like a girl girl" he said trying to make his words make sense
"Yeah ok" you bluntly replied walking to the window "time for you to go"
"Aw fine" he whined and gave you a hug before leaping off the edge
Although he was now practiced in jumping out of your window, it still worried you every time he did it. You waved to him as jumped your fence and dashed across his perfectly manicured lawn and around the to the unlocked back door of his own house.
Later that week you were surprised to hear the familiar tapping on your window as it was a Friday night. Usually Steve would've been out at a party, he was never usually home.
"Why aren't you at Tommy's?" you asked as you pulled open your window
He climbed through "I need to ask you a serious question" he said ignoring your words
"What?"
"How do you get a girl to like you?" he seemed genuine in his question which was odd
The two of you proceeded to have a conversation about how he was desperate to get Nancy Wheeler to fall in love with him. You were confused because he'd never shown any interest in her until now, but you pushed that aside and gave him your best advice.
"Just show interest in the things she likes" you started, "ask her questions about herself and make sure you're looking at her…" adjusting slightly you moved away from Steve as you two were sitting side by side on your bed "girls like it when you show interest"
You two regularly talked about the girls Steve had hooked up with, but this time felt different and you didn't like that. You had never thought of Steve in any other way than just a friend but as you kept giving him advice on how to get Nancy you couldn't help but feel the unfamiliar feeling of jealousy brewing… and you didn't like it.
"You're incredible y/n!" Steve exclaimed cupping your face with his soft hands "I love you!" he said pressing a brief kiss to your forehead and leaping up
The moment was brief but you felt butterflies in your stomach from his unexpected touch. Before realising it, you had lifted your hand and gingerly touched your head where his lips had just been. You were glad that Steve had been too caught up in his thoughts to noticed your actions, as you quickly put your hand back down to your side.
"I've got to go then," he told you, moving back over to the window "I invited Nancy to Tommy's party and hadn't thought of what to do next"
And with that he was gone just as fast as he had come.
You were used to not being anyone's first choice, or their second or even their third or tenth. It hadn't really ever bothered you, but for some reason it now did. Steve was your only real friend, while you had friends as school they were just people you sat with during lunch and next to in class, you never had deep conversations. But with Steve you did.
You knew about how his father treated him, how he cried when he accidentally hit a bird when driving or how he preferred the company of strangers to his own thoughts. And vice versa. He knew of your fears, how you were scared to let your family down by being a burden or when your siblings left you knew they wouldn't be coming back.
This new feeling wasn't welcomed. You didn't like thinking of Steve other than a friend or how his clear interest in Nancy bothered you somehow. So you pushed it down and did your best to ignore it.
Over the next few weeks Steve came over less and less. You'd wait for him until late but then he eventually just stopped showing up at all. It hurt.
In class you found your thoughts drifting and tuning out from what the teachers were saying, you just didn't care. That was why you guessed that when a blue car with California plates showed up one morning you took interest.
Billy Hargrove wasn't like Steve. If anything he was the opposite and that's what you liked. You had always been the girl that people hadn't seen and guys hadn't considered and now the guy that all the girls wanted was looking your way.
You knew it was dumb and that you probably shouldn't have done it but you played along with Billy's interest. He was strong, controlling and knew what he wanted, which was something you weren't used to. It was different and exciting and new.
You and Billy weren't dating but it was obvious to people at school that you two were sleeping together. He'd be seen hanging near your locker and would drop you to and from school each day, usually with you wearing the same clothes as the day before.
It was a strange feeling that you were just floating through life and no one seemed to notice or care. You guessed that was why you enjoyed the company of Billy, you'd replaced the emotional connection you'd had with Steve with that of a physical one with Billy. It was solely just sex between you two, but in that moment it was intimate and you were happily close with someone.
It was fourth period and you had a study break, so you were walking out the front of the main building, with the intention of just sitting on the bleachers in the sun or the time. Concentrating on balancing the books in your arms, you gasped as someone grabbed your arm and pulled you down the side of the building.
It took you a second to process what was happening and then once your eyes focused you were shocked to see Steve in front of you.
"Steve? What the hell?" you exclaimed, going to turn to leave
"Y/n stop" he firmly said, grabbing a hold of your arm once again, "we need to talk"
"What the fuck about?" you raised your eyebrow
"About you!" he shouted waving at your body "about all this"
"What about it?!" you replied, annoyed now at what he was implying
"Y/n what are you doing with Hargrove?" he calmly asked, lowering his voice "He's an asshole"
You scoffed as his words, rolling your eyes at the idea he cared.
"I don't think it's any of your business Steve," you replied "why do you care who I fuck?"
He seemed taken aback by your words "Because you're my friend y/n"
"Since when Steve?!" you said "I think this is the first time you've even spoken to me in like three months and the first time at school I might add!"
He didn't say anything as you kept shouting at him.
"You're embarrassed by me and I'm sick of being your dirty little secret! Billy mightn't be the best person but at least he's not ashamed to be seen with me"
"I never said I was embarrassed by you y/n" he said
"You didn't have to SAY anything" you challenged him "I'm not an idiot Steve"
"I'm sorry…" he muttered
You felt your anger slowly subsiding and the feeling of sadness wash over you. Grabbing your things again, you turned your back to Steve and walked away.
"I would've thought you of all people would've known what's it's like for someone to just not show up" you didn't give him a chance to reply, didn't want to give him the right to have the last word.
You felt a tear slowly roll down your cheek and your cursed that your arms were too full that you couldn't brush it away.
As you lay beside Billy, only a thin sheet between your skin you couldn't help but think that his sheets felt rougher than Steve's. It was dumb. You'd never done anything romantic with Steve and as you were there naked, post sex, you could only think of his sheets.
"Do you miss California?" you rolled onto your side, and asked Billy
"Yeah" was all he said, still staring at the ceiling, hands on his bare chest
"What do you miss about it?" you kept asking, trying to get a feeling for him
"Why do you care y/n?" he suddenly shot back , seemingly uncomfortable by the question
His response made you sit up "Jesus Billy, just trying to get to know you a bit"
He rolled his eyes as he looked at you "We're just sex y/n, this is all it is, don't try and make it something else"
"Yeah, I know" you nodded and slipped out of his bed
He didn't seem to care as you silently pulled up your jeans and grabbed your bra off of his dresser. Once clothed you grabbed your bag and left. Leaving in that moment you were glad you'd never ran into or even seen his parents before.
The sun hit you as you walked back out into the afternoon Hawkins air, the sun was lower in the sky, so you'd been there for a few hours at least.
Getting into your car you felt your chest heave and without warning you began to cry. You didn't like the feeling of not being in control and up until that moment you had felt that you and Billy's situation was on your terms. But you felt stupid for thinking such a thing.
It was just sex. You knew that, that's all you wanted. Or at least that was what you were telling yourself to make it ok.
Driving back home, the sun slowing began to descend and darkness started to replace the light. Taking the usual turns, you pulled into your street and parked outside of your house. It wasn't until you were walking along the front path that you noticed the figure standing in front of your door.
He was waiting there, clearly wanting to have a serious conversation based off of the express burdening his face.
"Steve go home" you bluntly said trying to find you house key
"I'm not going y/n" he said, "we need to have a proper conversation"
"No we don't" was all you said
"Y/n I don't care what you said but you're my friend and I care about you," he replied "I need to know you're ok, I just want my friend back. I miss you"
"Steve I can't go back to what we had before, I deserve more than that" you told him
"I know you do and I'm sorry for treating you like that, it wasn't fair of me" he said
He took a step towards you and you stumbled as your foot slipped off the step behind you, to which Steve impulsively reached out to steady you.
You could feel your heart pounding against your chest and he kept moving closer and closer to you, as he pulled you into him. He wrapped his arms around you, his frame surrounding you whole. He'd held you before but this was different, this was warmth and desire all in one.
"I'm sorry Steve, I just can't do this" you said, pushing yourself away from him chest "your with Nancy and I know you just see me as a friend but…" you couldn't find the right words, you felt stupid trying to find the right thing to say
He cut you off "Nancy and I broke up" he said slowly
You lifted your eyes and looked up at him, studying his face, "Nancy and I just didn't work, it just wasn't right" You heart stopped at his words "She wasn't you"
You went silent as you looked into his brown eyes and slowly moved your hand up his chest. As your hand moved, you felt his own move from your lower back and up towards you face. As you stood there pressed against one another, he lowered his face and soon you felt your lips pressing against his own.
His lips were soft as you had thought they would be. Moving with the motions of his lips, his teeth grazed against your lower lip causing your mouth to open. Soon his tongue met yours and you couldn't help but sigh as he clutched the back of your neck.
His mouth was so gentle against your own and you could feel the slight stubble that was growing on his chin and cheek. You were lost in his touch and you loved it. You felt safe. You felt like your were home.
Standing out there in there on your dimly lit front step, held in Steve's embrace, his lips on yours, it felt right between you two. You could've never have known that all those years ago the boy next door would end up being so much more to you.
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stevie is so soft for his dove. so gentle and mature for her. she just makes him feel like he has something to care for and love. he finds when his dove pampers and loves on him it just makes him so much more fulfilled in life, and he finds himself emotionally maturing a lot faster than he was before because of his dove.
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angelltheninth · 10 months
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Stranger Things Men + Makeout Spots
Pairing: Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Billy Hargove x Fem! Reader
Tags: fluff, suggestive, kissing, sneaking around, post workout kissing, grinding
A/N: I'm in Italy rn which is known for romance, and pasta, but I'm focusing on romance for this imagine.
Eddie likes to kiss you on the DnD table as weird as it sounds. By having you where the map is he can take his time mapping your body the same, taking mental notes of how your body responds, how you take his hands and push them under your bra before it starts to get to hot and you remove it completely.
Steve kisses you kn the mens locker rooms after practice. He would have you wearing the jersey he just had, smelling of him as you wrap your arms around his sweaty body and inhale more of his scent as you lick his neck, his locker making a loud thud when he pushes you against it to get you to gasp and open your mouth for him.
Billy loves to kisd you in the garage by laying you over the hood of his car, you legs either dangling or hooked around his hips so he grind against you easier, the material of his jeans providing a nice rough surface for you. He is often shirtless when you make out groaning into your mouth as you leave marks on his back that wanish into his jeans.
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britany1997 · 10 months
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Swimsuit Body
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My first fic for babygirl Stevie🥹🥰 hope y’all love it, it was a little hard but v cathartic for me to write. This idea has been bouncing in my head and I had to write it out🥺
Steve Harrington x Fem! Plus size reader
Warnings: No smut but spicy references, minors under 16 DNI, body dysmorphia/insecurity, angst to fluff
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You fiddled with the hem of your t-shirt as you stood in front of Steve’s bathroom mirror. You bit your lip, struck by guilt as you realized all your friends were probably wondering where you were, but you couldn’t get your feet to move.
Your sweet boyfriend couldn’t have been more excited to host a pool party to kick start the summer. You loved him so much and you wanted to be out there. Yet instead of longing by the pool, you were stuck, obsessing over your reflection.
“Hey baby,” your head snapped to see a smiling Steve leaning against the door frame.
You blushed and pulled at the shirt awkwardly, “what’re you doing up here Stevie? Everyone’s outside.”
He pushed off the wall and slid behind you, wrapping his arms around your middle and nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck, “not everyone,” he whispered in your ear.
You couldn’t stop the corners of your lips from pulling up into a smile. His patented ‘Steve Harrington charm’ always had that effect on you.
He pulled back to turn you in his arms until you were facing him, “come keep me company by the pool honey, I miss you.”
You bit your lip while shifting back and forth on your feet.
His eyebrows furrowed, “what’s wrong baby?” He looked you up and down, “where’s your swimsuit?”
You gestured to the shirt and cringed, “um, under here.”
Steve shot you a concerned look, “hey baby tell me what’s going on,” he rubbed your back soothingly, “why’ve you been up here the whole time?”
You pulled out of his arms, causing a frown to spread across his face, “it’s nothing,”
“Doesn’t seem like nothing,” Steve spoke softly, “talk to me honey, I wanna help.”
You sighed, your gaze falling to the ground, “I just…I don’t like how it looks on me.”
“How what looks?” Steve asked, confused.
“The suit,” you clarified, pulling the shirt over your head and cringing at the vision of yourself in a black bikini, “my body in the suit.”
His confused expression shifted into one of disbelief. “Baby no, you look amazing.”
You flinched away when he reached for you, “stop, please, you don’t mean it.”
Your heart clenched as he looked at you like a kicked puppy, “I do mean it baby, you’re so beautiful.”
“Steve, look at these,” your fingers traced the stretch marks scattered across your stomach, “I’m never gonna look like Nancy in a swimsuit, they don’t fit me like they fit her.”
He huffed as he gently took your hand and placed your palm against his chest, moving your fingers along his scars. “I don’t want you to look like Nancy,” he mumbled, “I want you to look like you.”
You bit your lip, “your scars are different.”
“Why?”
“They just are.”
He cocked an eyebrow.
You rolled your eyes, “you don’t get it.”
He moved to hold you against his chest, and this time you let him, “then explain it to me.”
Your eyes fluttered closed and you breathed out, thinking of a way to put it into words for him.
“It’s like I could look into the mirror and spend hours picking each part of myself apart,” you explained, “I feel so trapped in my own body, I wish I could just…take it all off you know?”
Steve frowned.
“I hate the way my thighs look, they’re way to big.”
He fell to his knees in front of you, his hands coming up to caresses the backs of your thighs, “you mean my favorite earmuffs?”
“Steve.”
“Sorry baby,” he smiled sheepishly, “when we get dinner with my parents, they’re so…cold, it’s hard to feel comfortable, even in my own home.”He looked up at you, “but then when I touch your thigh, or give it a little squeeze, I feel better because I know that you’re right there with me.”
You blushed, ripping your gaze from his, “I hate my stomach,” you squeezed it with disdain, “when I was a kid I use to which I could just carve it off.”
Steve frowned, still kneeling he pressed his face against your middle. “I love when we watch movies on my couch together, because you let me lay between your legs with my head on your stomach and you run your hands through my hair.” He smiled to himself at the memory, “nothing makes me happier, you’re so soft, and nice, and warm.”
His cheeks tinged pink, “plus I think it’d be a nice home for my baby one day.”
Your lips parted as you let out a soft gasp.
“If you want that too of course!” Steve clarified hastily.
You raised your hands to your cheeks, “I hate how chubby my face is,” you pulled the skin back with your palms before letting it fall back into place.
Steve stood, taking your hands in his and moving so that his face was centimeters from yours. “Your face is the first thing I picture when I wake up in the morning, and the last thing I think of when I fall asleep.”
You whimpered, after being showered in Steve’s praise, your resolve was beginning to wear thin.
Steve smiled as he cradled your cheek in his palm, “baby, you can wear whatever you want to the party, I want you to be comfortable,” the pad of his thumb swiped across your rosy cheek, “but your body is perfect.”
You sighed, “yes yes, my body is perfect to you-”
“No,” he cut you off.
It was your turn to look confused, “no?”
“No,” he repeated, “not just to me, your body is perfect. Period.”
Of course, Steve couldn’t fix years of self-doubt and passive aggressive comments from your mother, but damn did he make you feel beautiful.
You leaned forward and pressed your lips to his. He smiled into the kiss and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest.
When you finally pulled back, a dopey smile stretched across his face, “gonna come down with me honey?”
You beamed, “yeah,” you decided, leaving the t-shirt discarded on his bathroom floor, “I am.”
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I feel like Steve is not the greatest at encouraging you to do your school work but Eddie, he's determined to help you excel.
"Let's go over these flash cards together."
"Wanna sit in my lap while you work?"
"Of course I'll read through your paper, baby."
He even manages to get Steve involved, who sees how much fun you two are having and feels left out.
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assembletheimagines · 2 years
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Hi love your writing was wondering if you could do a Steve Rogers x mechanic!shy!reader
Where the reader is a mechanic for the avengers but very shy and so Steve fell in love with the mechanic and always breaks things on purpose so that the Steve can see the reader
Thx
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When Steve first sees you, he stops. He stops everything he is doing just to watch you follow Tony to his workshop. And only comes back to when Sam smacks him in the arm because Steve had just stopped talking in the middle of his conversation. Bucky doesn’t say anything though, a faint smile dancing at the corner of his lips. 
It doesn’t take Steve long to find out who you are. Which is a highly sought out mechanic who Bruce and Tony just needed to have working with them. 
And you’re already working on a prototype for Spiderman when Steve walks in. He was here for Tony; mission succeeded with the only collateral being the gadgets Tony had given Steve beforehand. When Tony sees the broken pieces, he actually groans, catching your attention from the suit in your hands. “Steven,” Tony chides and now that your eyes are on him, the tip of Steve’s ears burn red. 
“Tony,” Steve says but Tony’s already waving his hand for silence, handing the gadgets back into Steve’s big hands. 
“Nope, don’t tell me, hand it over to,” Tony says your name and Steve blinks, because who? 
And when Steve doesn’t move, Tony groans again like he is the only man who can keeps the world turning. 
That’s when your hands brush Steve’s softly. He blinks, realizing you left your desk to go to him when he was staring Tony down. Taking the broken scraps into your hands as you give him a small smile. Steve blinks again, fingers twitching under your touch. You blush and quickly turn around from his stare, heading back to your corner with a small, “I will have this done by tomorrow.” 
Tony clears his throat as Steve continues to watch after you. A smirk on his face that makes Steve roll his eyes and leave. 
“You can send all the things you break to Miss,” Tony says your last name a smugness in his tone, knowing you’re not paying attention as he watches Steve almost falter in step before disappearing.  
With Tony’s instructions to Steve, Bucky thinks he’s going to kill him because now Steve is a lot more reckless with his stuff on missions. 
At one point, Sam swears, Steve walked up to his comm that had fell from his ear and stomped on it. 
But Steve denies with a smooth smile and a broken comm fiddled between his fingers, not even stopping to debrief, as he practically skips over to the lab where everyone knows you are. 
Steve walks into the lab, eyes searching for you, to your desk. 
That’s where he finds you, hovering over a magnifying glass, as you re-wire one of Natasha’s shockers. Natasha's shockers were a small disc that attaches to your skin, zapping you with enough electricity to make anyone fall to their knees in less than 10 seconds. Unconscious in 30. 
You look up from your soldering, meeting his gaze, your cheeks already turning red and you quickly look back down. Steve smiles, walking closer. 
He goes as much as to pull a chair with him and sit in front of you. Your fingers now slightly shaking as you try and pay attention to your work and not the handsome super-soldier sitting before you. 
“I have something that needs to be fixed,” He hums watching as you connect the wire together one by one. 
“You- uh, you can leave it on my desk,” you nod your head to your second desk to your left, not meeting his gaze. “If you want,” you say quickly in an afterthought, not wanting to sound rude and dismissive. “I’m busy with Nat’s shockers but then I will get whatever you need done.” 
Steve hums, his smile growing as he leans back in his chair, still holding to his broken stuff. “No worries, I have time.” 
Your hands stop momentarily, quickly realizing he planned to stay, as he made himself comfy. 
“Oh-okay.” You tried to calm your heart that was racing, hoping the super soldier with super hearing couldn’t hear it. 
The next time Steve finds himself in the lab, he’s again, not empty handed. 
His lips already showing a charming smile as he walks to you, placing a to-go cup on your desk that actually makes you look up from your computer. 
“Thought you might want one,” he says coolly, not even hesitating to grab a chair and sit in front of you, his own cup in his hand. 
You blink, lips parting a little in surprise before you nod your head, a quiet thank leaving your mouth as you take the cup gratefully. Your eyes widen then, after you take a sip, realizing he got your favorite drink. 
You snap your eyes back to Steve with a questioning look but he doesn’t say anything as he takes a sip of his own drink, “what are you working on?” He simply asks. He is not going to talk about him bribing Stark to know what you like to drink or eat or snack on. 
You bit your lip, an action that doesn’t go unnoticed by Steve, before returning to your laptop. You begin to tell him how you are developing another version of Red Wing for Sam, your eyes lighting up as you get further into the details so it takes you a minute to realize you are rambling and your cheeks darken in embarrassment as you stop. “But uh, sorry, was there something you needed to be fixed?” You stumbled over your words as you look back at the super hero. 
You weren’t prepared for the look on Steve’s face. Your heart skyrocketing into your throat as your face reddens more. 
Steve shakes his head, “no, I don’t have anything for you fix.” 
You nod, looking back to your monitor, very aware of Steve’s eyes on you. 
It’s 2 am and you’re flipping through a book while simultaneously scrolling on your laptop when Steve walks in. 
“How did I know I’d find you here?” Steve hums amused and you jump in your seat before meeting his eyes. “You haven’t left the lab since you got here at ten this morning.” He continues as he strides over to you. You don’t know what to say, surprised he even knew that. He rests his big hands on your desk and leans close, eyes shining with something you can’t quite place. “Let's go, you need to eat.” 
He doesn’t even hesitate as he grabs your hand into his, pulling you from your seat as he leads you out of the lab. “Wait, why are you awake?” You asked, looking up to him as he walked with you. 
Steve smiles, you still hadn’t let go of his hand, he presses L for lobby in the elevator with a hum. “What are you feeling? Pizza?” Not answering your question. 
As you continued to see Steve a lot more, it seemed like every mission he went on something got broken, you found yourself looking forward to seeing him. His smile, as he walked over to you, now even sitting with you as you worked on whatever he handed you. 
The more you hung out, the more you grew comfortable around him. 
“You know, you’re going to bleed Stark dry with how many parts he’s got to order for me to fix things for you.” You hum softly, taking broken scraps from the super soldier’s hands as he flashed you a cheeky grin. 
“Mm,” this time he hums, already sitting before you as you begin to look at the damage this time. “I think he can manage.” You giggle at his words and shake your head looking up. 
“If anyone knew better, someone might think you’re breaking Stark’s tech on purpose.” You laugh again but Steve doesn’t join. 
You look over at him again and see his cheeky grin is still dancing on his lips as he tilts his head. 
Your mouth drops a little, “Are you?” Your face clearly showing disbelief. “Are you purposely breaking Stark tech?” 
Steve’s grin turns into a smirk as he leans onto the table, closer to you. “It’s a great excuse to see you.” His words flowing effortlessly as he watches your eyes widen again. 
“What?” You squeak still in disbelief at Steve’s confession. 
“How about this,” he says enjoying that it took you this long to figure it out. “I’ll stop breaking stuff if you see me outside this lab.” He hums tilting his head again, eyes full of mischief. 
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haleyhunwritess · 1 year
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OKAY have you heard of letting someone cry themselves to sleep if theyre having sleep problems and can't sleep without their caregiver😅😅? Would you be willing to write something like that for little!reader with daddy!stucky? Maybe they had a nightmare and cant sleep by themselves so steve wants to try this but bucky doesn't want to? idk if that makes sense hahaha
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warnings: FLUFF, mentions of nightmare and sleep problems, daddy!stucky x little!reader
a/n: I AM SO SOFT FOR THIS, I'm struggling to finish my assignment that's due tmr morning so I wanted to work on something else to get my mind off it, and what is better than stucky taking care of little!reader hahah
Ever since you had a nightmare a few weeks ago, you refused to go to sleep unless either Bucky or Steve were with you. For a few days, Steve was by your side whenever you asked him to cuddle you during nap time or bedtime. It was a good thing that their work schedule was so flexible that they could work from home sometimes and be there to take care of you. However, Steve soon realized that if they continue to do this then you would never be able to go to sleep by yourself.
Steve decided that they would start by only cuddling with you during bedtime, but for nap time they would leave after tucking you in, and if they were weren't home then you'd have to get yourself ready for nap time. Of course, Bucky didn't agree with this. He found it impossible to just let you cry it out until you fell asleep. Steve eventually convinced him by telling him they need to be sure you can take care of yourself if they ever have to leave you alone for a few days because of work or an emergency.
After a week or so, Steve noticed that whenever they weren't working from home, Bucky would always go home for lunch and then come back after an hour or so. At first, Steve thought that maybe Bucky was just checking up on you. However, he decided to check up on Bucky one day and caught him cuddling you during nap time. You were asleep and didn't need Bucky there but he wanted to stay just in case you woke up. He didn't even notice Steve until he called his name.
He groaned, getting out of bed and walking into the hallway to talk to Steve, "Look I know-"
"Bucky, I already told you she needs this."
"But what if she has a nightmare? Or what if she's hurt? Maybe it's not such a bad idea that one of us is here all the time." He shrugged, looking down at the ground.
"We're not having this discussion again." Steve mumbled, dragging him downstairs to drive him back to work.
Once they returned to work, Steve felt good about their talk on the way there. He made some good points that they need to be sure you can take care of yourself in case they're not around. He also pointed out that this might help you get over the nightmare, and perhaps get over your fear of sleeping by yourself. Bucky nodded along and agreed that those were all good points. Steve was proud of him. He didn't think Bucky would agree to this so quickly.
Steve decided that maybe they would go home early today, so he stopped by Bucky's office to get him, he wasn't there. His stuff wasn't there so maybe he already left but he never leaves without telling him so that was a bit odd. He tried to call Bucky but he didn't pick up. He decided maybe he should go home to check if he's already there.
When he got home, he noticed both you and Bucky watching a movie on the couch. You were lying down on top of him, all snuggled up while he had his arms wrapped around you. Bucky groaned as he noticed Steve standing in the living room next to them.
"Oh for God's sake Bucky, we just talked about this!" Steve exclaimed, as he picked you up.
Bucky quickly sat up and tried to explain himself, "No no it's okay, she couldn't sleep so we're just watching a movie until she feels sleepy again."
"Bucky we talked about this..." Steve carefully put you down on the ground before bending down next to you, "Hey bubba I think I saw Ellie Bunny sitting at the table by herself, why don't you go grab her for naptime, huh?"
You quickly smiled and nodded, running over to the table to grab your beloved plushie.
Steve sat down on the couch next to Bucky, groaning, "Look we can't keep doing this. She needs this."
"I can't help it, if I hear her crying I'm gonna go make sure she's okay." Bucky said, getting up from the couch to turn the TV off.
"I know you only wanna comfort her, and these mama bear instincts are adorable," Bucky opened his mouth to interrupt as soon as he heard the words 'mama bear instincts' but Steve continued "but she needs to be able to sleep by herself. She'll never be able to do that if you just keep coddling her. You think it doesn't break my heart to hear her cry and not go to her?"
"I-"
"This is for her own good, okay?" Steve sighed, getting up from the couch to help you get tucked back in for nap time.
After dinner, Steve decided that since you had Bucky next to you for nap time, maybe they could try to have you sleep on your own during bedtime. Bucky flat out refused as soon as heard the idea but Steve wouldn't budge.
Eventually, you tired yourself out from all the crying and fell asleep. Bucky decided that if he heard you crying at any point during the night then he'll bring you back to bed. Steve told him that that wouldn't be necessary.
In the middle of the night, Bucky reached over to Steve's side but found it empty. He quickly got up and walked over to your room. He quietly chuckled to himself when he noticed Steve next to you, humming softly and brushing his fingers through your hair. Steve groaned lightly as he noticed Bucky,
"What happened to-"
"Not a word. We'll discuss it tomorrow, go back to bed."
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romanestuffsposts · 5 months
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hi love💕 could you write one where the little reader is very clingy on a day that the stucky daddies have to go to a meeting at the complex? so they leave her with other little ones but she doesn't want to be with anyone but them? a little anguish and a lot of cuteness?❤️
Hi there love! 💜
Thank you so much for this lovely request! I'm absolutly in love with this! ❤️
I hope you're not too mad that it took me so long to write it and i hope you like how i wrote it
Enjoy <33
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Warnings : cuteness, clingy little reader, a little bit of angst, fluff, pet names, comfort, kisses, cuddles
Pairings : Daddies!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader
Summary : you don't want to be alone
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Since this morning you always had a hand on one of your Daddies or they had a hand on you. You hadn't spent one second away from them.
They didn't know why but they could feel you needed to be against them all day. And of course they would never complain. They love it when you're all clingy with them and when you needed them.
You always need them of course but some days you show it more.
"I'll have to go to the bathroom, princess" your Papa gently whispers in your ear as he's laying on the couch with you curled up on his chest. It's been almost an hour now that you're laying like this and you had attempted to stay like this since bedtime.
You whine and shake your head "noo" Your Papa sighs and looks at Bucky who's sitting on the other side of the couch. He wanted to sit on the other couch so you won't be too tight against each other but you clearly show him your disagreement about that.
So he didn't had the choice but to sit near you. You would lose your mind if your skin wasn't touching the both of them whenever you can. That's why your toes are touching your Daddy's thigh.
"you can go on Daddy's laps during that time. And when I come back you can come back on my chest. How does that sound ?" he gently play with your hair
You shake your head again, letting out an upset moan "No-o"
Steve sighs again "then you'll have to come with me to the bathroom because i'm not gonna hold on longer than that" He secured you in his arms as he stand up before you can even say something.
He hummes a sweet song as he walks to the toilet, helping you relax against him.
But before he can even open the door, he hears Bucky's voice calling him. He then hears footsteps and soon after, Bucky was running toward him "Fury called" he says
Your face fell, you knew what that meant and you weren't happy about that.
"we have a meeting in twenty minutes. It's really important apparentely but i don't have further details" He adds.
Steve nods "alright, take her and dress her so she's ready while i go to the toilet and get ready myself" he hands you to Bucky, ignoring your whining.
Bucky lets Steve alone to do his business and walks upstairs with you in his arms "how do you wanna dress today ?" he asks with a smile. He knows you always love dressing nicely and looking all pretty whenever you go at the tower. You always want to make a good impression to your Daddies's friends and yours too.
But you don't answer him. You don't want to go to the tower, you don't want to be apart from your Daddies, you don't want to sit around in a playroom that wasn't yours and wait for hours to see your Daddies again.
"baby ?" he gently calls when you don't answer "if you don't answer me then i'll have to chose and i don't know if you'll like what i chose for you" he warns, teasing you a little.
You pull your head away from his neck, an upset look on your face and your eyes on the edge of crying "oh my sweet girl" he breathes out, caressing your cheek with his thumb "tell me what's wrong, baby"
'wanna stay here" you sniff "wanna be wis you" you hid your face back in his neck, a little ashamed of being like that. You know it's important what they have to do and you shouldn't be like that when it's with their work but you can't help it.
"look at me beautiful" your Daddy gently asks as he rubs your back. It took you a moment but you finally move your head from his neck and peer up at him, through wet eyelashes
"you spent the whole day with us, we only ask you to play with your friends for- maybe an hour or two, and then you'll be back in our arms for the rest of the day and during the night" his forehead falls into yours "i promise you"
"no pease" you cry as you hid your face back in his neck.
"baby listen" he takes your chin in his fingers and lifts your head "imagine how excited you'll be when we'll come back to you and all the hapiness you'll feel once you'll be back in our arms, as if you never left them"
You don't really have a choice, do you ?
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It's been two hours now that your Daddies entered the big room and left you with your friends. At first you played with them but after some minutes, you distanted yourself and curled into a corner of the room.
You watched your friends laughing and being happy, having fun while playing together while all you wanted to do was crying because you miss them too much.
How could they not miss their Daddies and mummies ? How can they laugh while they're in a few rooms away instead of being with them ?
You don't understand how they can act like that. All you want to do is climbing on your Daddy's arms, resting your precious little head against his chest or in his neck while holding the hand of your Papa really tightly in yours.
"princess ?"
You lift your head and throuhg your cloud eyes, you spot your Papa, kneeled in front of you with a loving smile on his gorgeous face. You don't say anything, but you do move.
You crawl to him and wrap your arms around his neck, you wrap yourself around him like a koala. He chuckles and wraps his arms around you to secure you before standing up.
"did you had fun, little one ?" you hear your Daddy asking beside you. You hold your Papa tighter and shake your head. You take a deep breath through your nose and finally feel at home again at the sent of your Papa's perfum.
"let's go home then, it'll make it feel better" Your Papa strokes your back with his hands as they leave the tower. They anticipated how you'll react and already said their goodbyes to everyone in the meeting room.
Now they just have to drive back home and spend the evening cuddling you in the couch or in the bed, like you wanted from the start.
When you arrive at home, your Daddy had hesitate to propose you a bath -with them beside you of course, but decide to not say anything. You won't die if you don't have a shower today.
Instead, they immediately went upstairs, they changed you into your new and comfy pyjama and tuck you under the cover. They didn't lose a time and came under the cover to hold you close against them.
"close your eyes, sweetie" your Papa whispers, his lips against your forehead, his fingers brushing your hair backward "we're not moving. You'l be in our arms during the entire night, don't worry. We've got you"
"sleep well, little one. Have a great time in dreamland" your Daddy kisses your cheek "see you in a bit"
"we love you"
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thecomfortgoth · 6 months
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Nic, Scotland, 28 years old. Slightly obsessed with Stranger Things. I love music (listening to and making/playing, I play a few instruments and sing), nerdy shit, witchy shit, fashion, all types of animals (especially the floofy ones) photography and travelling. Never made a masterlist before, so I hope that this is okay and doesn't look too unprofessional lol
Mostly will be writing for Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Steddie and Billy Hargrove.
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Eddie Munson
Oneshots
Kiss from a Rose ❤️✨- Eddie uses a rose vibrator on you and you try your hardest to be quiet so your roommates don't hear you.. but is Eddie really going to let that happen?
Always and Forever✨ - You've been having a really tough time lately. But your hopeless romantic, goofy boyfriend Eddie is about to make everything a whole lot better and take your mind off things.
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Steve Harrington
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Billy Hargrove
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Steddie x Reader
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Peeping Tom ❤️ - You're behind the school with your boyfriend Eddie making out, things get a little hot and heavy.. and then you see that someone is watching you..
Please read the CW at the start of each chapter.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 coming soon
Blurbs/drabbles/headcanons
Eye of The Storm (Steve Harrington X Reader) ✨🥺 - You have a panic attack and Steve is there to help you through it (requested)
Sleepy Steddie Bedtime blurb (Steddie X Reader) ❤️ - just a lil bit of sleepy sex with two of my favourite boyfriends
TOTM/Being sick headcanons (Eddie, Steve and Billy) ✨- how The Boys(tm) would react and how they’d each individually take care of you
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justmeinadaze · 7 months
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I've got a brain worm ... I've been thinking about reader having a stupid fight with Steddie, so she ends up going out with friends or by herself, but then something happens, she gets hurt and calls Steddie and they drop everything for her
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Warnings: slight harassment from guys at a bar; Steddie saves the day
Word Count: 1047
“I swear to God! Sometimes they get so antsy about any little thing. Like it’s not my fault that my phone died while I was at work and I forgot my charger.”
“Yeah, I mean accidents happen.”
You nodded as you took a sip from your drink you had ordered from the bar. It really was an accident that you forgot your charger on the kitchen counter before leaving for work that morning and you could understand why Eddie and Steve would be frustrated about not being able to reach you but like your friend said it wasn’t like you did it intentionally. 
“Y/N what if something happened to you or one of us?! You wouldn’t know or have any way to reach us.”
“Steve, Jesus Christ, I just forgot! I was in a hurry this morning because I was late and—”
“But you do it a lot, sweetheart, and it makes us nervous. We just want to make sure your safe.”
“A lot? Really, Ed?”
“Yes, baby, really. You forgot your entire phone the other day when you went out with your mom, you forgot to charge it last week and it died overnight making you late for work because the alarm didn’t go off. You can’t keep being so careless.”
“This is why we tell you to just get things ready the night before.”, Steve grumbles. 
“I’m not a fucking child! And it’s not as a big a deal as you two are making this out to be!”
“Y/N, that guy is still gawking at us.” Your friend cringes as you look in that direction. 
After your fight with the guys, you decided to go out and vent with your best friend hoping to let off some steam. As soon as you entered the bar, however, this guy and his own friend kept their eyes glued to you. At first you two tried to ignore it and when they sent you drinks, you sent them back. 
You didn’t start getting worried until they began whispering amongst themselves and making lewd hand gestures like grabbing their crotches to adjust themselves. You knew you were tough and could defend yourself from anyone. Steve had bought you pepper spray to keep in your purse just to be safe but something about these men unnerved you. 
They were bigger than you both not just in height but in size. Even if they weren’t physically strong if one of them got the upper hand, you both would be screwed. You didn’t even think twice when you pulled out your phone which was currently a 1%. 
“Shit.”
“Eddie. Steve. I think I’m in trouble. Can you come pick us up at the hideout?”
As soon as you hit send your phone died. 
“Shit!”, you hissed.
“Should we leave do you think?”
“Um, no. We don’t want to seem too panicked. Maybe, the bartender can walk us out. He knows Eddie and—”
“Hello ladies.”, one of the men that had been watching you slurred. “We just wanted to say you look very beautiful tonight.”
“Thank you. Our boyfriends say the same thing.”
“Oh, boyfriends huh? Where are they if I may ask? In the bathroom maybe.”, the other man snickered. 
“That’s none of your business.”, you spat trying to sound as confident as possible. “Go away.”
“Naw, see, we’ve been watching you ladies and we know you’ve been watching us. We were thinking that we could take you to our place and we can…get to know each other.” His eyes racked across your body making you uncomfortable. 
“This is the last time I’m saying this. Go…away…”
One of the men steps closer to you as you try to lean away. 
“Or what?”, he challenges.
Suddenly, a ringed hand pushes at the man’s chest and Eddie promptly wraps his arm around your shoulder. 
“Hey baby. Sorry we’re late. Who’s your new friend?”
The men’s wide eyes look over the metalhead before glancing at Steve who puts his own protective arm around your friend. 
“They aren’t friends.”
“Oh? Then why are you here?”, he asks them.
“We, huh, we were…”
“Just leaving? Good idea.”, Steve growls. 
They watch with intimidating eyes as the men grumble apologies and scurry back towards the other side of the bar. 
“Steve Harrington, if you weren’t taken I would marry you right now.” Your best friend sighed in relief as she gave him a hug. “Can you walk me to my car?”
He nods and for good extra measure to sell the boyfriend bit, he takes her hand while Eddie holds yours and walks you both outside. As soon as she leaves, they give you their full attention. 
“Phone died? While we were driving here, we kept trying to call but it went straight to voicemail.”
Eddie grunted in surprise as you tackled him and circled your arms around his torso. 
“Thank you for coming. I’m so sorry.”
“Of course we came. Honey, even if we’re upset with each other we still love you. That’s why we get so frustrated about this. We just want to know you’re safe and that you can reach us.”
Releasing the metalhead from your vice like grip, you turn to squeeze Steve. 
“I know. When my phone died after I sent you that text I was so scared it didn’t go through. I kept thinking how if something happened to me…I’m sorry, you guys. I promise I’ll do better when it comes to my phone and things like that. It shouldn’t have had to get this far for me to see your point of view.”
“No, no, sweetheart, we get it. I can see where it would come off as us being possessive or making this into a big thing but…maybe we could have explained it better instead of… I don’t know…”
“Condescending to me like a five-year-old?”
You giggle when he sticks out his tongue at you but nods at your answer. 
“Come on, little one. Let’s go home so you can get things ready for tomorrow and we can get you ready for tonight.”, Steve grins as he opens the car door for you. 
“What’s happening tonight?”
“Oh, so you thought you could get out of this without a spanking for not having your phone charged? Silly little girl.”
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keerysfolklore · 4 months
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Yuletide Pixels; S.H
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Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader
Summary: Steve Harrington, still nursing a broken heart from his previous love, decides to embrace the holiday spirit by heading to New York to meet his online girlfriend, Y/N, for the first time. As he navigates the festive cityscape, he grapples with the ghosts of his past relationship, determined to open up to new possibilities. However, as Steve gets closer to Y/N, he begins to question if she is everything she claims to be, unraveling a mystery that adds a layer of suspense to their Christmas rendezvous.
Warnings: Mega fluff, A sprinkle of smut and just all the Christmas feels. She/Her pronouns used. Virtual Dating/Catfishing etc, Heartbreak, Angst. Think Hallmark Movies too!
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Part One: Virtual Greetings
Part Two: Connection Error (16/12/23)
Part Three: From Pixels to Passion (23/12/23)
Tagging accounts I love: @hopsgirl @forevermorelovelorn @stevesxyellowxsweater @ghostlyfleur @palmtreesx3 @jadeylovesmarvelxo @upsidedownwithsteve @loveshotzz @munsonsreputation @abibliophobiaa @supernovafics @superblysubpar sorry if I missed any too many to love <3
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moljh · 1 year
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Dreams
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Summary: You have a wet dream about your friend Steve
Sex, teasing, etc 
Unedited - just a quick one
You couldn't remember how you had ended up here but that wasn't your main concern as you balanced dangerously on the edge of the bathroom sink. Usually your mind would be focussed on the practical side of things, the risk of it all but right now nothing else mattered. The sole thing you were honed in on was the glorious sensations rippling through your body.
As your fingers clawed through his hair, you couldn't help but think to yourself that his hair was soft but his tongue was softer. He was peppering kisses down you neck and slowly working his way down your body.
His fingers moved up your thighs and you shifted as he scrunched your skirt up. Adjusting yourself, you couldn't help let out a small moan at he ran his fingers against the thin cotton underwear blocking your entrance.
"Your already wet" he remarked, clearly pleased with himself "Just for you" you replied sultrily  
Lifting yourself up, you helped him removed your underwear and flinched as you rested yourself back down on the cold porcelain sink.
"You sure?" he asked gazing into your eyes "Yes" you firmly said
He didn't waste any time once you had given the go ahead "Oh god Steve!" you cried, throwing your head back as his tongue met your core
He was like a man starved. He knew exactly what to do. Finding those exact spots.
You felt one finger enter you and then a second, he moved them expertly, curving them in just the right spot.
"Yes, yes" you exclaimed, one hand gripping the edge of the sink and the other his hair
His tongue met your clit and you couldn't stop the moans. It could have been seconds, it could have been hours, you didn't know how long it had been.
You felt yourself coming towards that edge "oh my god, yes, yes, right there" you told him, and he knew exactly what you meant
A few seconds later and you had the best orgasm of your life, your legs were shaking and you had to slow your breathing.
You didn't have much of a reprieve as you felt the tip of his cock press against your entrance. Shifting forward, you moved to a better angle and gazed up at his, gripping his bicep in encouragement.
"Oh god, you're tight" he muttered, as he slowly began pushing his member within you
He was big, that was for sure, but you liked the feeling of him inside you.
"Keep going" you reassured him, pulling him closer and into a strong kiss
He finally was fully inside you and began moving, slow and first, as to let you adjust but soon strong, rhythmic thrusts.
The both of you were moving in sync, engrossed in it all. Again you felt another orgasm coming and his thrusts hastened, you could feel how close you were, so close, just another second.
You felt yourself wake suddenly, the reality of what happened settling down on you. Your eyes darted around you and you realised you had fallen asleep on the coach. Then you felt the arm that was wrapped around you and the head that was resting against yours, as you rested your own on their shoulder.
The only light in the room was coming from the television, that was still playing the movie you two had started earlier in the evening. You couldn’t see Steve’s face but thanked God he was clearly asleep. 
You didn't want to move in fear of waking him. You wanted to just leap up and run away, you were horrified at what had just happened. As Steve had been innocently sleeping next to you, you had been fanaticising about him.
Shifting slightly, you froze as you could feel how wet you were, clearly aroused by your dreams.
You slowly slipped out of your friends embrace and tried your best to not wake him. Getting up from the couch you went to slink towards the bathroom, quietly tip toeing across the hardwood floor.
"You talk in your sleep by the way" you heard a voice say from behind you and you froze mid step
There was silence for a moment and you just wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear. You were so embarrassed and mortified that Steve had heard you.
Slowly turning around to face him, you sheepishly met his gaze. His face didn't reveal any signs of disgust or shock as you had anticipated. The right corner of his lips were turned up in a slight smug grin as he gazed at you.
"Hopefully I can live up to the expectation" he said with a shit-eating grin
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