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Chapter 3
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Steve was warm.
He was also naked in a bath that belonged to Eddie.
It was a nice bath, much larger than the one he and Robin rarely used, and full of bubbles that smelled like peppermint.
Eddie told him it would help keep him awake, but also help him stay relaxed.
He was right.
He was also currently making Steve a grilled cheese (his favorite) and letting him listen to music through his phone speaker (his relaxing playlist that he used for his paperwork hours at home). He’d made sure the bath was hot, but not scalding the way Steve usually had it. He didn’t leave the room until Steve was laying in the bath, head resting against the towel Eddie set up along the edge, eyes closed to keep his senses dulled. According to Eddie, that was really important.
He’d lit a few candles and kept them on the side of the sink, then shut off the light before leaving to make Steve’s sandwich.
Steve was still completely unable to speak.
That was more than a little unnerving.
He knew what he needed and wanted to say, but nothing came out.
But he trusted Eddie for some reason. He’d unpack that later.
Maybe.
Probably not.
For a guidance counselor, he wasn’t that great at giving himself guidance. Or counseling.
“Stevie?”
“Hm?”
Hey! Progress! He made a noise!
“Got your sandwich,” Eddie held up the plate and smiled at Steve, who had opened his eyes, but hadn’t bothered to lift his head from where it rested against the back of the tub. He was too comfy. “You wanna dry your hands so you can eat?”
He wanted to eat, but he certainly didn’t want to move. His hands were so warm in the water. If he took them out of the bath they’d be cold and probably pruned, which was not attractive.
Not that it mattered if he was attractive, but he didn’t want Eddie to have anything else to add to the list he’d titled ‘Why Steve Harrington Is Not A Catch.’
“Sunshine, you have to eat something.”
Steve sighed. He blinked at Eddie in hopes that he would understand what he was trying to say.
Eddie sat down on the floor next to the tub and lifted the sandwich up to Steve’s mouth.
That wasn’t what Steve was trying to say, but he couldn’t really argue since he was still apparently nonverbal.
Eddie had briefly explained that that happened a lot during subspace, and sometimes it happened during a drop.
Steve took a bite of the sandwich and groaned.
It was good.
Or maybe he was just really hungry.
Either way, he leaned in to take another bite before he’d even finished chewing the first. He didn’t even care if it was disgusting or rude, he just needed to eat.
“Good boy. But don’t eat too fast, sunshine. Don’t want you to feel sick.”
“Mhm.”
Steve relaxed again, letting Eddie hold the sandwich up to his mouth to take a bite every minute or so.
It was nice. Too nice.
Steve had never been taken care of like this. Even when he was with Nancy, she would usually leave him alone when he was sick or tired, not wanting to expend the energy it takes to get him through an illness or exhaustion.
He was a little needy sometimes. He covered it up well after Nancy, not wanting anyone, not even Robin, to know he sometimes needed someone to care for him.
He hadn’t even noticed he drifted off again until Eddie was running his fingers through his barely wet hair.
“C’mon sunshine. Water’s getting too cold. Gotta get you in bed.”
And then he was in what he assumed was Eddie’s bed in what he assumed were Eddie’s clothes in what he assumed was big trouble.
He let himself feel safe.
He hadn’t felt safe in a long time.
– – – – – – – – – –
When he woke up, he was alone.
He was used to being alone.
In fact, a part of his brain told himself he would have been more worried if he wasn’t alone.
But he wasn’t in his bed, which meant at some point very recently he wasn’t alone.
And then it all came rushing back to him.
This was Eddie’s bed. Eddie, the tattoo artist he barely knew, who helped him through whatever the fuck he went through yesterday.
He turned onto his side and nearly fell out of bed when he saw that he wasn’t alone. Eddie was asleep, body curled up facing Steve, but keeping some distance between them. His breathing was slow and quiet, and his body looked relaxed despite the uncomfortable looking position he was in.
Steve watched as Eddie slept, thinking through the events of the night before.
Eddie had known what to do, what he needed, and how to make sure he got it even when he couldn’t speak. He hadn’t taken advantage of him, even though it would have been easy to do with Steve so out of it.
Eddie let out a snore and Steve couldn’t help the endeared smile that crossed his face.
Nope, you stop that right the fuck now, Steven Harrington.
He was about to slap himself in the face to prevent himself from actually having feelings when Eddie’s eyes shot open.
They stared at each other for a moment, and then Eddie smiled, and Steve was definitely in trouble.
“Hey, sunshine.”
“Um. Hi.”
“Feeling better?”
“Yeah. I’ll be out of your hair as soon as I can get dressed.”
Steve started to sit up, but Eddie reached his hand out to stop him.
“No rush. Seriously, take your time. I don’t have to be at the shop until 12 today.”
Which reminded Steve that it was Sunday, he had nowhere to be, and he was currently very cozy. Maybe he could stay for a little while. Just until he was more awake.
“I don’t wanna take up more of your time. You’ve done enough I think.”
“It’s fine, Steve.” Steve felt himself make a face at the name and Eddie’s brows furrowed. “What?”
“I dunno. Just used to you saying Stevie or Sunshine.”
Eddie smirked at him and Steve felt his stomach drop. Where it dropped to, he didn’t know, and he didn’t think he would ever find it again with the way he felt completely hollowed out.
“It’s just as much for me as it is for you, Stevie. That was pretty intense last night.”
His tone was serious, but he kept a soft smile on his face, probably to make sure Steve didn’t run away without talking about some of it.
“Yeah. I’m sorry about everything. I really wouldn’t have even gotten a tattoo if I thought that would happen.”
“Nothing to apologize for. You can’t control it. How would you have known it would happen?” Eddie raised one brow as if to dare Steve to argue. “Exactly. You didn’t know. I’m glad I was around to help. Hate to think what could’ve happened if it was someone else.”
And, yeah, Steve was worried about that now too. Eddie seemed to know a lot about this, so Steve took this opportunity to ask some questions. He certainly couldn’t ask Robin.
It was a long conversation, and Eddie never talked to him like he was stupid. He was patient and kind, and was honest if he didn’t know the answer to something. He occasionally reached out to brush some of Steve’s hair out of his face or squeeze his hand if he seemed like he couldn’t figure out how to phrase something, bringing him back to the present and keeping his thoughts in order.
They went over how he could prepare for it next time, but Steve said he probably wouldn’t be getting another tattoo anytime soon.
Eddie said he would prefer that he come to him if he did or at least have someone who could help him through it if he went somewhere else.
“So, before the drop…” Steve stopped. He didn’t know what he wanted to say. Well, he did, but he didn’t know if actually wanted to say it out loud.
Eddie looked at him expectantly, an encouraging smile pointed at Steve in a way he couldn’t resist.
“Before the drop. I really felt…good. Like I was untouchable and nothing bad could happen. Is that always like that? The subspace thing?”
“I’ve never experienced subspace. I mean, I’ve tried a couple times when I first started messing around with people, but it just didn’t happen for me. But I’ve been with plenty of subs when they’re floating and they describe it like that, yeah. Like you can feel everything and nothing at once, but everything is good. It’s a high you can’t even get from drugs. Which is why the crash from it can be so fucking awful.”
It still didn’t make sense how Steve got to this point, how he had ever reached that high from needles pressing into his skin and Eddie being nice to him, and how he’d fallen so far so fast.
But what Eddie said was exactly how he’d felt the night before. He wasn’t really able to put it into words like Eddie had.
“So will I always drop if I end up there again?”
“Not if you’re with the right person and you can figure out limits and what causes it for you. Everyone is different. For you, it seems like pain might do it, but you would have to be in the right mindset to get there no matter what.”
“I wasn’t really in any type of mindset last night.”
“Maybe it didn’t seem like it. But it’s hard to really know when you weren’t expecting it.”
Steve bit his lip. How could he have not known? How did he make it to 27 years old not having a clue?
“Hey.” Eddie’s thumb rubbed against his bottom lip, pulling it away from his teeth. “You didn’t know. It’s normal for a lot of people to never know. If you weren’t into the scene before, how would you know? But now you do. And now you just have to be careful in the future. I don’t want anyone to hurt you.”
Steve was gonna die right here in Eddie’s bed. Who the fuck just says shit like that? His heart skipped a beat like in those stupid romance books Nancy used to read.
How dumb.
“Is pouting your natural state?”
Steve pouted harder, bottom lip pushing out as far as he possibly could just to be ridiculous.
It was worth being and feeling ridiculous to hear Eddie’s laugh.
“Listen, I know I just threw a lot at you and you may have more questions. You’ve got my number on that tattoo care sheet, so make sure you call me or text me if you have any questions, okay? And if you want another tattoo and don’t feel comfortable going somewhere else, I’m happy to do it all over again, hopefully without the drop this time.”
“What if I wanted to float again? Without the tattoo.”
Steve should shut his mouth. He really should shut his fucking mouth.
Eddie searched his face, much like he did the night before. What the hell was he looking for?
He glanced behind Steve for a moment and then back at him.
“I’ve gotta get up and get ready. But we have to have a really big talk before I can agree to that.” Steve felt his own face fall, but Eddie quickly continued. “Not because I don’t want to, sunshine. I think you’re at the part of the post-high feeling where you wanna reach it again right away. That can be really bad for you and for me, okay? But I’m done at 7 tonight. You busy?”
Steve was never busy on the weekends unless Robin was dragging him to a club and he’d be damned if he tried to go to a club instead of being with Eddie.
Which is another thing he probably should start unpacking very soon.
“No. I have work at 7:30 in the morning though.”
“Ah, right. Guidance counselor.” Eddie smirked. “Nothing’s gonna happen tonight except talking. You could also…bring stuff to spend the night here if you want.”
Eddie seemed incredibly nervous to even suggest it, and maybe if it was anyone else, Steve would’ve laughed and ran out the door, never to look back at the batshit insane person trying to have him spend the night within 24 hours of knowing him.
But Steve thought about how well he slept in Eddie’s bed with Eddie last night, and he thought about how his bed was pretty lonely, and how maybe waking up here again would make him feel better about having to exist on Monday.
“Yeah. I could do that.”
Eddie’s answering smile was nothing short of blinding.
“Great! Okay. Let’s head on back to the shop so you can get your car. Is Robin home?”
“Probably. She’s probably waiting to see my name on the news with the headline “Dead Body of Idiot Man Trying To Get First Tattoo Found” and a picture of me from the yearbook.”
Eddie let out a loud laugh.
It was nice.
Usually, Steve got annoyed when people laughed so loudly, but Eddie’s was nice.
Eddie was nice.
“So. 7?”
“Yeah, sunshine.”
— — — — — — — — — —
Eddie didn’t let Steve stray far while they got ready to leave.
Steve would never admit how much he loved it.
During the drive back to the shop, Eddie played music Steve had never heard, and probably never would have if not for him. He didn’t exactly like it, but he didn’t mind it, especially when he watched Eddie sing along with a passion Steve hadn’t really ever felt.
They didn’t need to talk and Steve didn’t feel pressured to try.
He hadn’t felt so comfortable around someone since he first met Robin, and he was holding onto the panic he knew was coming when he was alone.
He was still feeling tired. His emotions had been on a hell of a journey over the last 18 hours, and Eddie had already warned him he probably would be feeling the effects of it all for another day or so.
But Eddie also explained that without the drop, it’s worth it.
He wanted to know what that felt like.
And he wanted to know what it felt like with Eddie.
So when they arrived at the shop and said goodbye, Eddie hugged him tightly, holding him against his chest. Steve wasn’t much shorter than him, but he managed to fold himself into him without being uncomfortable, resting his face against his collarbone and breathing in the scent he was already addicted to.
They separated, but neither seemed ready or willing to.
Did Eddie feel this pull the way Steve did? Was Steve just attaching himself to someone who helped him through his most vulnerable time?
As he walked away, he looked over his shoulder to find Eddie staring after him, keeping eyes on him as he walked to his car. He was frowning.
Maybe he did feel as much as Steve.
Chapter 4
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For those who were interested in the "accidentally giving Steve Harrington too much Dom energy" post, it's uh. It's been posted.
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For @subeddieweek Day 1 | M | 1177 | accidental subspace, non-verbal communication, sleepover, Steve-instinctive-Dom-Harrington | Ao3
Eddie avoided fights because he was a coward. A pussy, even, he'll admit. But there was a whole other reason for him avoiding sports.
He wasn't a big fan of physical contact.
But since he's become better friends with Steve Harrington, he's been discovering things about himself. Things he wished would have stayed hidden. Forever.
The first time, it was a tussle for the remote. Eddie refused to watch another episode of whatever the fuck capitalist media was trying to spoon-feed them, while Steve was adamant there was a plot that he was invested in. One elbow to the gut and some pulled hair later, he landed underneath the guy, his weight pinning him to the ground.
Melting his bones.
Soothing.
"You okay?"
Steve sounded concerned about Eddie's sudden silence, and his mind scrambled to salvage his dignity. All he could manage was a groan, which Steve thankfully interpreted as a sign of pain and not the sudden weakness that it was.
He instantly hopped off of him, apologizing.
Eddie has been avoiding and yearning for the touch ever since.
He had never considered Steve like that, but apparently being sat on was the biggest turn-on for his poor little dick, and now it was all he could think of at night.
His doom comes when he has to sleep over after a night of drinking. Steve insisted they share a bed, that it was alright, and Eddie foolishly believed him.
It is fine until Steve rolls over to put away his glasses.
"Shit, sorry. I just gotta..."
They didn't think this through, because Eddie was the one next to the bedside table, the one Steve was trying to reach. He almost crawls over Eddie to accomplish it, his weight heavy on top of him, pressing him to the mattress and making his mind go blank.
He bites his lip so hard he probably draws blood, but it doesn't stop the whimper Steve's body literally pushed out of him. Steve freezes.
"Are you alright?" He drops the glasses and shoots up. "Did I hurt you?"
Eddie can't answer. His brain is screaming at his mouth, but he can't manage a single word, all he can think of is Steve's body back on him, that weight pressing him down, immobilizing him. He could probably reach pure bliss with just that.
When he doesn't get an answer, Steve pulls on his shoulder to flip him on his back. Eddie whines in protest but doesn't have enough control over his muscles to stop him. His shame gets put on display and Steve's eyes widen.
"Eddie?"
His pupils are huge as he blinks owlishly up at his friend.
"You okay?"
Eddie nods.
"Do you need anything?"
You. On me, against me, in me.
He shakes his head slowly, not breaking eye contact. This seems to frustrate Steve.
"Eddie, come on," he groans. "Clearly something's wrong. Do you need water? I can bring you some." He moves to stand up, but Eddie's in the way. He has to throw his leg over him, and Eddie presses his eyes closed, begging his body not to react.
It's enough to alert Steve, though, and he freezes hovering above him, mid-movement.
"Huh."
It's a soft sound, barely there, and Eddie decides to keep his eyes closed. Maybe if he does, whatever realization Steve has gets forgotten, and he moves on, brings him the damn water, and maybe throws it on him like on a horny dog. Maybe that would help him.
But no, the ‘huh’ is followed by Steve settling down on his hips.
Oxygen escapes him in a whiny breath, and his body presses up without his control, seeking that delicious weight of another body.
"Want to make out about it?" Steve asks out of the blue like any normal person would in these circumstances. But Eddie doesn't answer him, he can't, and he doesn't know. He can only stare and writhe under him, making tiny sounds of need he can't comprehend. Steve frowns down on him, partially concerned, partially curious.
"Don't feel like talking?" he asks. Eddie gives him a nod. He hums. "Can you answer some yes or no questions? Nod for a yes and shake your head for no."
Nod.
"You can blink twice if you don't know or don't want to answer. Okay?"
Nod.
"What do you do if you don't want to answer?"
Eddie blinks twice.
"Good. Great." Steve smiles, and Eddie mirrors it through his haze. "Are you feeling alright?"
Nod.
"Do you need water?"
Shake.
"Do you need the bathroom?"
Shake.
"A snack?"
Shake.
Steve considers him, perched on top of his body. Eddie tentatively reaches up, palms resting on his thighs. Steve's gaze follows his fingers, where they just rest with no ill intent, only there to touch.
"Will we talk about it more in the morning?"
Eddie hesitates. Does he want to talk about it? To bring his shame to the light of day, confess the budding crush on his friend? But Steve doesn't seem angry, he's not kicking him out of the bed. He's being soft and gentle and trying to understand. Maybe in the morning, they could understand it together. Tentatively, he nods.
That eases Steve's frown a bit, but he sighs when another problem hits him.
"I don't know what else to ask," he admits with a huff.
Eddie wants to help, so he slides his hands up, towards his hips, and tries to convey as best as possible where he wants him. He stares into his eyes, begging him to understand.
"Want me to lay down on you?"
He nods furiously, excited to get what he needs.
Steve looks down. It's a minuscule movement of his eyes, but it's there. He will know if Eddie's hard when he moves, but he needs the heads-up. The bulge in Eddie's sweats is noticeable but not fully there, to Steve's relief. Having his friend under him in such a pliant state is already overwhelming as it is, and he knows Eddie will feel his own chub when he moves.
"We're just sleeping tonight, alright?" Steve clarifies and Eddie nods without hesitation. "And cuddle a bit, I guess." Eddie nods again.
He moves, watching his friend’s face for any sign of distress. Eddie’s hands slide around him in an embrace that's more comforting than Steve's ready to admit, and soon they're chest to chest, legs tangled, and he has to crane his neck to maintain eye contact.
"That alright?"
Nod.
Eddie's hands squeeze him minutely and Steve settles down against his shoulder, finally resting his full body weight against him.
The man underneath him sighs, and it's like his whole body deflates. He makes a content sound in the back of his throat, and Steve wants to cry. It's so endearing and so comforting to have Eddie trust him like that. To have him turn into mush in his presence.
He hopes he's not overstepping when he presses his nose to Eddie's neck, inhaling him and softly caressing his skin when he murmurs a "goodnight, Eds."
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Eddie just knows how to get under everyone’s skin. It’s his superpower. He’s always been great at it. Knows how to piss people off so they’ll leave him alone. Knows how to talk to his flock to motivate or inspire fear. But then...Steve fucking Harrington happened. And he thought he knew. He thought - I’m gonna get up in this jock’s space and make him uncomfortable, make him shy away in fear of Eddie touching or flirting or smiling.
But Steve flirts back. Figures out that touching Eddie makes him skittish. No one ever touches Eddie. He’s forged his relationships on keeping people at a distance. But Steve doesn’t follow any rules. He’s not like everyone else in Eddie’s life. He’s not afraid of repulsed or annoyed. Or maybe he is and he doesn’t care?
However it is, he’s figured out that trailing a hand across the small of Eddie’s back will make him shiver, that Steve tugging gently on his hair as he walks by elicits a groan from him, that Steve manhandling Eddie when he’s being obnoxious and in the way makes him pliant and easy.
So Steve fucking Harrington gets under his skin. On purpose. Eddie knows its on purpose. He can see a gleam in Steve’s eye every time. What’s he supposed to do though? Call him out? Ask him out? Run and hide? That seems like the best option for awhile but he’s afraid Steve would just hunt him down.
It’s a Wednesday when it happens. Eddie finally calls Steve’s bluff. But he can’t do it in a normal way because he’s Eddie and he’s nothing if not a mess of a human being. So when Steve puts his hands on Eddie’s hips and bodily moves him to the side so he can reach over him to pull a glass out of the cabinet, Eddie turns to him, bats his eyelashes and simpers in a high obnoxious voice, “Oh, I do love a big strong man who can handle me.”
And Steve. This fucker. This absolute fucker. Instead of being weirded out like most guys would, instead of backing off or playing it off or, hell, telling Eddie off, Steve smirks, puts his hands back on Eddie’s hips, leans in way too close and says softly but with so much promise, “Oh, I can handle you if you really want, Munson.” His fingers dig in as he squeezes Eddie’s hips through his jeans, “Gotta say please though.”
Eddie’s pretty sure he lets out an embarrassing whimper. Sure he looks like a deer caught in headlights. Knows that his pants are slowly becoming uncomfortable - particularly in the front region. He can’t pass this up, though, right? That would be crazy. So he stutters out, “P-p-please?”
And that’s how Eddie Munson loses his virginity in Steve Harrington’s kitchen, Because, as it turns out, Steve wasn’t bluffing. And maybe Eddie doesn’t mind if Steve gets in his personal space. In fact, Steve can get in Eddie’s “personal space” twice a day for the rest of their lives if he wants. Give Eddie an hour and he’ll get in Steve’s “personal space” this time.
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That’s it for this drabble but feel feel to check out my Masterlist or if you want more Soft Dom Steve check out Destroy the Silence (Drummer Steve) and If Eddie on top is more your thing, I’d suggest An Accidental Flogging. No matter what you read this week - happy reading and I hope it’s time well spent!
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Dom Steve Fic Recs
Strange as Angels (soft dom steve) by @munsonkitten
Eddie hasn't been able to get himself off in months, and now he's high, sweaty, and horny, thinking about the very man sitting in his room in nothing but a wife beater and a pair of tiny athletic shorts, and he thinks he might die. Steve notices.
Of course, Steve fucking notices, what, with all the squirming Eddie's doing. Steve offers to help get Eddie off. As friends do. (As long as those friends are completely in love with each other.)
Like The Hero Who Never Ran (dom awakening series) by callmejude
While Steve and Dustin are searching for survivors, they're surprised to find Eddie alive, hiding out in Rick's cabin. Steve takes up the task of caring for him while staying in his trailer.
Practice Makes Perfect (soft dom, blindfolds) by @mixsethaddams
“I need the practice, right?” asked Eddie. “Need to know what people might try to do.”
Steve swallowed.
“You’re able to quit the performance whenever you want, yeah?” asked Steve. “When you’re out there for real?”
Eddie nodded.
“I can say stop any time I want,” breathed Eddie.
“Good,” said Steve, a familiar feeling creeping through him.
Or Eddie signs up for a performance art piece and Steve helps him to practice.
Genius Loci (dom bottom, magic steve) by @sayesayes
It’s 1986, and Steve falls in love with a boy who is leaving.
It’s 1990, and Eddie comes back home.
The fic where Steve is a selectively mute, homesteading, truck-driving witch with head injuries and also somehow it's canonverse.
(Don't) cream your pants (soft dom steve awakening series) by @corrodedbisexual
“Don’t know how to cream your pants, huh?” Steve asks, unable to conceal a smirk.
He hears a quiet whine as Eddie seems to try and make himself disappear inside the couch.
“Want me to show you how?”
Gilded (dom steve, blindfolds, ice play) by @cheshiredogao3
Steve and Eddie are looking forward to a weekend all to themselves, but it doesn’t go as planned.
Trouble Looks Good On You (wip, spanking, kink discovery) by me indelicate
It happens like a fever dream.
The first time Steve gives Eddie a swift smack on the ass, it’s obviously just an old jock habit that’s stuck with him. It wasn’t meant to have Eddie’s knees going weak, or turn his blood hot under his skin, or give him a brand in the shape of Steve Harrington’s hand, or— Nope, because Eddie’s not even into that.
But then, it happens again.
Or, Steve keeps accidentally awakening Eddie’s new kinks.
You Make Me Feel Like I Am Whole Again (wip, dom top and dom bottom steve) by @munsonkitten
Eddie has never felt like his body belongs to him. It gets worse after he's nearly mauled to death, left with scars and healing wounds, a lopsided chest, and more trauma stacked on top of everything already wrong with him.
Steve Harrington finds out Eddie's trans by accident after the bats, and Eddie finds out Steve's surprisingly okay with it. More than okay with it.
The Bartender Was a Trap (soft dom) by @mixsethaddams
Wouldn’t it be hilarious if Steve was just naturally amazing at DND?
Like he can see the strategy clear as day and can’t understand why the other players are taking so long to decide on their next move. He’s never caught by surprise by the story. He built his nearly flawless absolute weapon of a character in less than twenty minutes.
Eddie fucking hates it but oh boy does it turn him on
Or Steve rails Eddie while talking about D&D
Bite Through These Wires (soft dom steve's strap game series 🤭) by @steves-strapcollection
“Wouldn’t you be Ken, though?”
Steve had hoped Eddie would ask a question like that and he had to refrain from punching the air and ruining his punchline.
“I come with all the coolest accessories, so clearly I’m still Barbie,” Steve retorted, his voice going just a bit deeper as he leaned closer to Eddie.
Relax (Lay it Back) (soft dom yoga instructor steve) by @wynnyfryd
Five times yoga instructor Steve teaches Eddie how to chill the fuck out, and the one time he learns his lesson.
Melt Me On Your Tongue (soft dom, bathing) by me indelicate
“This okay?”
“Yeah it’s— shit, it’s more than okay, Steve.”
“… you’re crying, Eds.”
Eddie can’t hold back a choked off noise then, somewhere between an overwhelmed laugh and a sob.
“No one’s ever done this to me before.”
He doesn’t know if he means no one’s ever given him a bath, or braided his hair, or just any of the things Steve does for him, really.
Eddie's never had a Steve before.
Kiss Me (Beneath the Milky Twilight) (pleasure dom steve, virgin eddie) by @gorgeousgreymatter-x
Eddie has never been kissed. Steve apparently would very much like to volunteer to fix this.
Getting Lost in the Dark is My Favorite Part (wip, masochist virgin eddie, kink discovery) by queerontilmorning
After his near-death experience, Eddie decides it's time to get rid of his pesky virginity and heads to a gay bar. It leads to some... realizations... for both him and Steve.
You're a Sweet Shot of Kerosene (When I Threw it Back, it Poisoned Me) (wip, mob boss steve) by @gorgeousgreymatter-x
Whatever fucked up shit Eddie’s father had inadvertently roped him into simply by being what he was — a shit-stain excuse for a sperm donor who preferred sticking a needle in his arm to taking care of his family — well, Eddie’s pretty sure it’s about to be him that pays that price.
And maybe Eddie’s delirious, because by the time it’s apparently his turn and they’re dragging him down some hallway (and yeah, it’s not like Eddie’s not trying to put up a fight, but it feels almost performative at this point considering he’s pretty much hogtied here), the only real thought he has when they deposit him on yet another cold, wet tile floor is this:
Uncle Wayne is gonna be so pissed at me if I get shot in the head tonight.
closer to you (soft dom steve) by @natesfwl
“C’mon baby, where's my little rockstar?” Steve spanks him, groans when he feels Eddie tense up around him from the impact, “Perform for me.”
“You let me penetrate you” Eddie stutters out the line as he lifts himself up with his knees.
“There you go,” Steve whispers, watching as Eddie fights to keep his eyes locked onto Steve’s when he sinks back down.
or
the really self-indulgent fic of steddie fucking to the song closer by NIN.
Destroy The Silence (drummer steve) by @artaxlivs
Steve becomes the drummer for Corroded Coffin and Eddie can't handle his thirst
Trouble and Temptation (series wip, businessman dilf steve) by @heartharps
“Come on, Harrington. I’d lay you badly but I’d lay you gladly.”
When Steve looked up, he was glaring, as stern and serious as ever. “Eddie, let me remind you that as far as I'm concerned, nothing has ever happened between us other than of a professional nature.”
Sting, and Other Brainworms (series with switching) by @riality-check
“Do you need to go down, baby?”
Eddie gets like this, sometimes. Stuck between overwhelmed and incredibly bored. Steve watches until he remembers that they have a way to fix this.
Eddie calls it a hard reset. Steve calls it fucking him until he can’t see straight.
Edification (sadist steve) by aristal
“Alright Munson.” She bares her teeth and grins like a wolf. “Tell the class: what’s your biggest sexual fantasy?”
A slow smile creeps into his features, and his dark eyes flash. “Oh, you’re asking the good questions, Wheeler.” He takes another long pull of his joint, dragging the moment out for dramatic effect. Steve doesn’t care. He wants to know the answer. He needs to know.
Eventually, Eddie blows out the smoke, eyes a little hazy as he grins at the ceiling. “I’ve always liked the idea of being slapped around and choked in someone’s car.”
In My Boxers, Half Stoned (dom bottom Steve) by eddywow
"You can," Eddie said, almost sounding like he was nodding along to his words. The image was too pure for Steve. "You could say anything you want to me and I'd- I think I'd be into it. Because I saw your pics and like, I know your face isn't in them but- but I really like them. Is it okay that I liked them?"
Insatiable (public, skirts, cages) by @cheshiredogao3
When their club ritual is rudely interrupted, Steve and Eddie make a point of proving their bond—rather publicly.
Done Deal (series with switching) by @morningberriesao3
Steve Harrington doesn't have any money with him, so he offers to pay Eddie Munson some other way.
Lovebite (sub vampire eddie) by hellcore
It shouldn’t feel so good, being tasted.
* The next few don't have the tag but in my opinion they have dom Steve vibes and I want to include them here (:
Cyclical (wip, time loop fic, rimming, switching, lots of smut with plot) by @cuips-not-cute
steve keeps finding himself back in the boathouse where everything started, wrapped up in the arms of a boy who can’t stop dying. he's desperate to rewrite the timeline, trying everything he can think of to fix it. including falling in love.
Dirty Words by @morningberriesao3
Steve gives Eddie a lesson on dirty talk, but things start to get carried away.
Memorize My Number, That's Why I Got A Phone (phone sex) by queerontilmorning
while on tour with Corroded Coffin, Eddie makes an important phone call to Steve.
My Right Hand Man (spanking, kink discovery) by @entanglednow
In which movie night takes an unexpected turn, and it's surprisingly easy to just let it happen.
Shot Right Through (pierced eddie) by @entanglednow
Steve overhears a conversation between Eddie and Robin, and then spends a few weeks trying to think of anything else.
Pleased To Meet You (demon steve) by midnightdrive
Eddie accidentally summons a demon who is bound to fulfill his every wish. He, somehow, gets more than he had bargained for.
#for the baddies that get it#i'm sure i missed some great ones please feel free to add on <3#steddie#steddie fic rec#steddie fic#steve harrington#eddie munson#dom steve harrington#sub eddie munson
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𝐑𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭
Pairing: Steve Harrington x (female) Reader x Eddie Munson
Summary: hooking up with your boyfriend Steve at a party when Eddie accidentally walks in and, well, one thing leads to another…
Warnings: alcohol consumption but everyone’s still aware enough to consent, smut, mean dom Steve, soft dom Eddie, semi-public sex I guess?, fingering, threesome (m+m+f), penetrative sex (m+f), anal sex (m+f), degradation kink / name-calling, one mildly sexist dirty talk comment??, praise kink, manhandling, hair pulling, choking, orgasm denial / delay, minors DNI
A/N: title is from Rock the Night by Europe bc I was listening to it whilst I wrote this lmao! anyways yeah I hope you guys have fun with this one, I certainly did writing it <33
p.s. just to forewarn you this is kinda long, but I promise it’s worth it!!
This is for people 18+ only. Minors do not read on. By clicking ‘keep reading’ you are hereby agreeing that you are 18 or older.
You moan into Steve’s mouth as his hands run up your thighs, edging towards the hem of your skirt. Your hands tangle into the soft curls of hair at the back of his neck, pulling lightly. Steve chuckles softly against your lips.
“So needy” he teases as he moves his lips to kiss across your jaw. “So desperate you wanna get off right here, on the floor of this random bedroom, where anyone from this lame party could walk in and see at any moment?” He teases you as his hands slide further up your thighs, moving to cup your ass and pull you closer to him.
You were both currently sat on the floor at the foot of the bed, lounging on a pile of cushions that had been left there. It hadn’t taken two seconds for you and your boyfriend to take your seats and begin making out heavily once you’d found the empty room, not even bothering to lock the door behind you.
You just moan and pull his hair again to answer his question. You arch your back, pushing your tits closer to his face as his lips trail down your neck. You gasp lightly when you feel one of Steve fingers run across your panties, pushing lightly into your slit, not enough for you to really feel anything, but enough to tease you and get your head spinning from more than just the alcohol you’d consumed. You buck your hips forward, pushing against Steve’s hand.
It’s then that you hear the sound of the door opening.
“Oh shit, sorry! My bad” someone slurs as they stumble through the door, beer spilling onto the floor.
You look up only to be met with the dark round eyes of your best friend. Eddie.
Eddie stares wide eyed, taking in the scene in front of him. You and Steve on the floor, your skirt hitched up, with Steve’s hand beneath it, between your legs.
You and Eddie both open your mouths to say something. But your speech is cut short when another loud moan escapes you, caused by Steve brazenly pushing his fingers against your clit. You gasp and mewl as your hips involuntarily rut against Steve’s hand as he rubs your clit through your panties, your wetness soaking through the thin fabric.
Steve just continues his movements, watching as you pathetically hump his hand, unable to help yourself. All the while you and Eddie keep your eyes locked on each other. Eddie stares at you with his mouth hanging open, completely mesmerised by the scene in front of him. The view of you rutting and humping, so desperate for friction you didn’t even care that your friend was there watching as this all went down.
“You like what you see?” Steve taunts Eddie darkly.
Eddie stammers awkwardly. Of course he liked what he saw. It was only his dream every single night, to see you like this. Granted in his dreams it was usually his hand between your legs, but he guessed this was the next best thing.
“Dude, if you think she looks good you should see how fucking good she feels” Steve carries on, seemingly unfazed by the fact that there was another man watching as he touched you. “So wet and warm, always so tight no matter how many times I’ve fucked her” Steve smirks.
Both you and Eddie moan softly at Steve’s words.
“You wanna come see for yourself, Munson? Feel for yourself?” Steve removes his hand from you, leaning back casually against the foot of the bed.
You whine and look at Eddie desperately, saddened by the loss of touch, your aching pussy grinding against nothing.
Eddie looks rapidly back and forth between you and Steve, unsure of the proposition. You knew Eddie liked you; you’d been friends forever and you could just sense it. And honestly, if it wasn’t for Steve, you probably would be with Eddie. You couldn’t deny that you’d thought about similar scenarios with him on quite a few occasions, despite dating Steve.
“I- are you sure man?” Eddie narrows his eyes at Steve.
Steve looks over to you; “if she’s okay with it.”
You look back at Eddie, at how his eyes were drinking in the sight of you. You were fairly certain you could see the beginning of a tent in his ripped jeans. You keep your eyes on Eddie as you sit up on your knees. You then slowly drag your hands down your body, over your breasts, pulling your tight shirt down until there was very little left to the imagination. You trail your fingers down your thighs until you reach the hem of your skirt. You grab the hem and slowly pull it up your body, flashing your panties at Eddie, who’s eyes remain completely transfixed by your every move.
“Please” you whisper.
And that was all the motivation Eddie needed. He slams the door behind him, locking it quickly. He puts his beer bottle down on the desk and practically knee slides over to you on the floor.
One of his hands cups the back of your neck, the warmth of your flushed skin contrasting against the cold metal of Eddie’s rings. Eddie’s other hand goes to cup your throbbing pussy, rubbing over your mound teasingly. You moan pathetically again.
“Eddie please” you whimper. “Touch me.”
“Needy little thing, isn’t she?” Steve taunts.
“Mmm” Eddie hums his agreement as he palms your pussy a little harder, causing you to whine and pout your lips.
Eddie smirks as he takes his hand and finally tucks it under your panties, two of his fingers finding their way between your folds. You shiver and gasp softly as his fingers run along your slit.
“Oh fuck, she’s so wet” Eddie groans.
Steve lets out cocky scoff.
“I know, she’s been fucking needy all night” Steve leans towards you as he speaks, uttering the last line right against your earlobe; “it’s pathetic.”
Eddie just groans again as he gathers your slick. Your body arched forwards, your hands landing on Eddie’s shoulders to steady yourself. Your eyes almost roll into the back of your head when you feel Eddie’s finger breach your entrance, pushing inside you gently. You moan again and focus your lust-blown eyes on Eddie’s.
“Yeah, you feeling a lil needy sweetheart?” Eddie coos softly as he continues to watch your face. “This what you’ve been wanting?” He tilts his head at you as his finger pushes deeper inside you, his knuckle brushing against your entrance.
You pout your lips and nod. You certainly had been needy all night, pestering Steve until he’d finally snapped and slammed you into the nearest empty room. You’d thought you’d be spending the night with Steve’s fingers inside you. You’d never imagined your secret wet dream of having Eddie fuck you would ever actually come true. And yet here you were, with Eddie’s finger so deep in your pussy you could feel the kiss of his rings against your hole.
You let out another moan as you revel in the moment, your literal wet dream coming true. Your thighs tremble as they hold you up, your hips bucking as you grind against Eddie’s hand. Eddie clocks your desperation and decides to take mercy on you.
“Don’t worry sweetheart, I’ve got you” he hums, pushing another finger inside you.
You lurch forward at the sensation, your legs almost buckling, but Eddie holds you steady by the back of your neck.
“This feel good baby?” Eddie asks just as he brings his thumb to brush against your clit.
You gasp at the extra sensation, biting your lip to stop yourself from moaning loud enough for the rest of the party to hear you. Your hips start to hump Eddie’s hand even faster, racing your way towards a climax which you’d been so desperately chasing all evening.
You chance a look over to Steve to see him watching you intently. You moan and almost cum right then when you notice Steve palming himself through his jeans as he watches Eddie finger-fuck you.
“You’re close, huh, princess?” Steve questions as he keeps palming himself. “Eddie making you feel good with his fingers hmm?”
There’s a wicked edge in Steve’s voice that almost unnerves you. You just stare at Steve, nodding lightly as you carry on fucking yourself onto Eddie’s expert fingers, your body so close to release.
“Good” Steve smirks evilly. “Stop” he says flatly.
Both your hips and Eddie’s fingers falter in their motions as you both whip your heads to look at Steve.
“I said, stop” Steve commands slowly, emphasising each word.
Eddie obeys swiftly, his fingers stopping their motions and pulling out of you. Your climax retreats, your body feeling empty and aching with need. You whine, something akin to a cry, tears almost welling your eyes as you’re left feeling even more needy and desperate than you were to begin with.
Steve sits up to lean his face close to yours.
“You’re not getting off that easy baby, not after you’ve been bugging me all evening” he taunts. “You wanna whine and beg like a slut all evening? Well now you’re gonna get exactly what you want princess; you’re gonna get fucked like the little slut you are” he seethes through his teeth.
Your pussy clenches over nothing at the promise.
“We’re gonna show Eddie here just what a filthy whore you are” Steve adds savagely as he begins to undo his jeans, opening the zip but not freeing himself just yet.
“You sure about this man?” Eddie questions.
“You’ve been wanting to fuck her for ages, right?” Steve shrugs. “Well, now’s your chance.”
Steve grabs the back of his shirt and pulls it off him in one fluid motion, in the way he knows drives you wild.
Eddie looks to you quickly; “are you sure about this baby?”
Instead of answering him you just close the gap between the two of you and push your lips against his. You both moan into the kiss, your mouths opening up to each other almost immediately. Your hands paw at the hem of his shirt, signalling to him you wanted it off. He obliges quickly and tosses it to the side. You moan again as you feel his soft skin underneath your hands as they wondered all over his torso. Eddie’s hands cup your neck, his fingers caressing the back of your head, leaving you no room to move. Eddie almost didn’t care about anything or anyone else, in this moment he simply wished to keep your lips on his forever.
You then feel another pair of hands snake around your waist. Steve’s hands tug on your shirt, pulling it up and untucking it from your skirt. A small whine escapes you as you have to part ways with Eddie’s lips when Steve lifts your shirt over your head.
“Holy shit” Eddie groans quietly.
It’s then that you remember you hadn’t worn a bra tonight and it was your bare chest that was now staring Eddie in the face.
“She’s got nice tits huh?” Steve says almost proudly.
“Hell yeah man” Eddie practically grins.
“Go on, feel them. They’re fucking perfect” Steve smirks.
Eddie dives towards you again, his lips recapturing yours. But now his hands palm your tits, kneading and pinching them, learning their shape. You whine into Eddie’s mouth when he pinches your nipples between his fingers. You can feel the smirk on his lips.
“You’re so fucking beautiful” Eddie moans into your mouth.
You grip Eddie’s hair, your body arching up against his chest. Behind you you feel the rough fabric of Steve’s jeans rubbing against your ass. His hands on your hips pull you back against the tent at his crotch. Steve’s hands then hike up your skirt, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties. You have to pull away from Eddie momentarily as Steve pulls your panties down your legs. Eddie helps to support your torso as you shift your weight on each leg, letting Steve pull the underwear completely off you and tossing them aside to where their two shirts were.
Your hands rake down Eddie’s stomach, leaving red marks in their wake. You undo his belt and the zip to his jeans, palming him through his boxers, feeling how hard he already was for you. Eddie smirks softly at you as you look up at him doe-eyed. He pushes his jeans and boxers down his thighs, freeing his already leaking cock. You instinctively moan at the sight of it. You subconsciously noted that he was similar in size to Steve, if not a bit thicker. You were about to reach for him when Eddie’s hands grab your hips and pull you forwards, your body ending up flush against his. You gasp at the sudden move, but your gasp is quick to turn into a moan when you feel Eddie's cock between your thighs, resting just below where you were so desperately craving him.
Behind you Steve continues to let his hands roam over your body, just letting Eddie have his moment with you first. Eddie slides a hand around your back, keeping you steady. His other hand grabs his cock, guiding it through your folds to gather the wetness that and gathered there. Eddie moans softly as he feels your warmth and your wetness. You buck your hips again, grinding along his cock, overwhelmed with the absolute dizzying need for your pussy to be touched, to be filled.
Finally, Eddie’s tip lines up with your entrance. A high pitched whimper escapes your throat as he slowly sinks inside you. There’s a small burn that mixes with the deep ache inside your cunt as his girth stretches you out.
“Oh fuck. Shit” Eddie whimpers as he pushes in further. “Shit, she’s so tight” he pants, he’s eyes screwing shut, his head tossed back as he revels in the feeling of you.
“Told ya” Steve scoffs as he moves his hand to palm your ass cheek roughly. "No matter how many times I fuck her like the whore she is she still feels tight as a virgin. Like fucking heaven huh?” Steve looks over your shoulder at Eddie.
“Yes, fuck” Eddie groans again as he slowly starts to move his hips, building up a thrusting motion.
Your nails dig into his bare shoulders as you fight to keep yourself upright. Just as you’d managed to steady yourself you feel the head of Steve’s cock brush against your ass, his tip just pushing in between your cheeks. You whimper, feeling Steve’s pre-cum spread over your tight hole as he rubs against it. You hear Steve spit before you feel the warmth of it between your cheeks as he lubricates himself and your ass. The next thing you feel is Steve’s hand pulling open your cheeks, the head of his cock pushing slightly harder against your hole as he prepares to enter you. You crash forwards with the force of Steve pushing you from behind, falling into Eddie’s chest.
“Shhh it’s okay. You can take him sweetheart” Eddie hums softly against your head, his hands rubbing over your back soothingly.
You cry out, your fingers digging painfully into Eddie’s flesh as Steve finally breaches your hole. Your body shakes, both pain and pleasure flaring through you, as Steve slowly pushes himself as deep as he could inside you. He grunts as he sinks himself into you to the hilt.
“You’re doing so good baby” Eddie murmurs against your head. “Just relax, we’ve got you” he continues to stroke your back, rubbing small circles into your skin.
Eddie keeps still for a moment, letting you adjust as Steve slowly starts to thrust into you. He grunts with each thrust, his hands palming your ass cheeks roughly. After a few thrusts the pain starts to subside and you feel your body become alight with pleasure again, feeling so deliciously full having both men inside you.
You let out a choked gasp when you feel Steve’s hand wrap around your throat, pulling you off Eddie’s chest and into his. Your back arches awkwardly as Steve holds you against him. Eddie finally takes the opportunity to pick up his thrusts again, pushing in and out of you in time with Steve. Steve’s hand cups your throat, his index finger pushing against your chin, tilting it up towards the ceiling.
“How’d you feel now princess? Stuffed full of cock like the slut you are. Is this what you so desperately wanted, hmm?” Steve seethes against your earlobe.
You just whimper in response, your lower lip trembling. Steve barks a harsh laugh.
“Look at you, so cock drunk you can’t even answer me.”
You cry out as Steve slams hard into you, both him and Eddie starting to pick up the pace. Your body practically goes slack between them, their arms and their bodies being the only things holding you up as they both fuck into you. Steve grunts and groans loudly as he pounds you. It was sounds you’d heard a thousand times before but still never tired of.
But Eddie... Eddie on the other hand... He was whimpering and moaning; soft noises you’d never have imagined would leave the mouth of your metalhead best friend. Let alone the fact that those soft sweet noises were because he was balls deep inside your aching pussy.
Eddie leans forward, his head dipping so he could latch his lips to your neck. You sigh contently at the gentle feeling of his lips kissing all over your neck and your shoulders, your collarbones, anywhere he could get around where Steve’s hand still held your throat.
“Mmmm you’re being so good for us sweetheart, taking both our cocks like a good girl” Eddie murmurs against your skin as he kisses along your shoulder and across your left collarbone.
“More like a good little slut” Steve hisses sharply, moving his hand up to grab your jaw between his fingers.
Steve twists your head to the side, forcing you to look back at him. His fingers dug painfully into your cheeks, your lips pursed awkwardly as he looked down at you with a wicked gleam in his eyes.
“Hmm?” Steve taunts you dangerously. “One cock just wasn’t gonna to be enough for you huh? You needed both of us to fill you up, greedy little thing aren’t you?” His fingers squeeze your cheeks on his last sentence.
You whimper pitifully as you look up at him with pleading eyes.
“I didn’t quite catch that” Steve mocks. “I said,” he seethes through gritted teeth, “you’re a greedy little thing, aren’t you?”
For emphasis he slams his hips against your ass with extra force, causing your legs to almost buckle as you whimper again. Thank gods you were so securely wedged between the boys’ bodies that there was no way you could fall. You were fairly certain your legs weren’t holding your own weight up at this point anyway.
You manage to nod your head lightly, despite Steve’s hand still cupping your jaw like a vice.
“Y-y-yes” is all you manage to whisper with a shaky breath.
Steve just huffs a satisfied grunt at your answer, roughly letting go of your jaw. With Steve’s hand no longer there to support your head you let yourself fall forwards against Eddie, your face resting on his chest, your fingers clinging desperately to his shoulders again as you tried to keep yourself upright. You knew Eddie would have scratch marks lasting a week down his back after this as you clawed at him.
Eddie’s arm that’s wrapped around your torso holds you tighter, pulling you closer against his chest, leaving you no room to slip. Eddie’s other hand gripped your hip, his thumb stroking small, reassuring circles against your skin. Eddie’s hands were soft and comforting against your body, they were steadying and grounding whilst your mind and body was spinning from all the sensations. Alternatively, Steve’s hands were as rough and as brutal as his thrusts as he gripped your body.
Steve then grabs the back of your neck again. He lifts your head up off Eddie’s shoulders, getting your attention back on him, your head twisted awkwardly as you try to look back at Steve. His eyes are aflame with wickedness as you feel his other hand slowly snake it’s way up your body, trailing from your hips, to your belly button, then up the centre of your stomach, up to just below your breasts. Steve’s hand then travels even higher, up your chest, until eventually he finds his mark at your neck.
Steve’s fingers wrap around your throat. You wheeze a small moan before you feel him start to apply pressure, his fingers squeezing your neck.
“Look at me” Steve commands, pulling harshly on your hair, tilting your face up to look at him. “I want you to look at Eddie as you cum. I want him to see your face as you cum over both our cocks like the dirty whore you are” he smiles wickedly.
Your mouth opens in a silent cry as his other hand tightens even further around your throat. At the same time Eddie’s hand moves from your hip, sliding down your body until his fingers found your clit. A shuddering whimper bubbles in your throat as your body reels with pleasure, the sensations almost becoming overwhelming. Your whimper almost sounds like more like a sob, tears stinging your eyes as you look up to ceiling, as if you’d find help there.
“Come on baby, cum for us” Eddie leans forward to nose your cheek, his breath fanning over your face.
“I can’t- it’s too- too much” you cry, your entire body on fire.
Steve yanks your hair again, forcing your eyes back to him.
“Too bad” he whispers wickedly. “You will cum for us” he grunts even as his own thrusts start to falter.
“Yes you can, you can do it sweetheart” Eddie whispers against your cheek. “Cum for us, baby.”
Eddie’s fingers moved faster against your clit as he spoke, bringing you right to the precipice of pleasure. Steve looks at your face and knows you’re right there, right about to tip over into your climax.
“That’s it baby, show Eddie here how fucking hot you look when you cum. Let him hear how good you sound” Steve growls.
At the last second Steve releases the grip on your neck, oxygen finally flowing back through you. He carries on holding the back of your head with his other hand, holding your head up, like you were a doll on display; keeping your head in place so Eddie would have the perfect view of your face as you fell apart.
“Oh fuck” your barely manage to choke out as the waves of pleasure finally crash through your body.
Your entire body shakes and convulses, your pussy and your thighs clenching with each roll of pleasure. Your eyes look pleadingly at Eddie as you completely unravel, your mouth open, jaw slack, pathetic gurgled moaning being the only sound leaving your lips.
“Doesn’t she look fucking perfect?” Steve grunts as he keeps rutting into you. “Feels so fucking good when her pussy squeezes you doesn’t it?” He taunts Eddie.
“Shit, man” Eddie’s eyes screw shut as his hips stutter. “Oh fuck, she feels fucking incredible” Eddie moans, his eyes heavily lidded as he tries desperately to keep looking at you.
The feeling of your pussy tightening around him paired with Steve’s filthy words were finally enough to tip Eddie over the edge too. Your pussy continues to clench around Eddie as you feel his cock twitch. You moan again as you feel Eddie’s warmth flood inside you, a loud grunt falling from his lips. Eddie’s hips push hard against you, pushing as deep as he could inside you. The position has you rutting your hips back further against Steve, whose hips slowly start to stutter as he approaches his own climax.
Steve gives a final loud grunt as he too finally climaxes. His fingers dig roughly into your skin and you knew you’d have bruises to show for it the next day. You lift one arm up and wrap it around Steve’s head, twisting your fingers in his hair as he ruts through his orgasm.
Their paces may have slowed but both boys continue to slowly thrust into you, even as they both came inside you. You could feel your cunt get sticky as Eddie essentially fucks his cum back out of you with long and deep thrusts. You can feel a mixture of both yours and Eddie’s fluids leak down your thighs.
Once everyone had ridden out their highs the boys finally stop their movements, just staying still for a moment as you all caught your breath. Eddie’s hands go back to stroking your back as you slump against him again.
“Good girl” he whispers. “You did so well for us.”
Steve scoffs harshly and places a slap to your ass, causing your body to jolt.
“You satisfied now hmm?” He teases. “Feeling all good and fucked out?”
You just nod your head pathetically in response.
“Good” he smirks.
It’s then that you feel Steve placing soft kisses up your back. You should be taken aback by the sudden tenderness but you knew that this is just what Steve was like. He could be mean and cruel whilst fucking you, but afterwards he was always soft and sweet with you. It was one of the many things you loved about him.
“Come on baby, let Eddie and I clean you up hmm?” Steve kisses the back of your right shoulder.
You again just nod, not having the energy or strength to do much else.
“Don’t worry sweetheart, we’ll take care of you. We’ve got you” Eddie reassures you gently.
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hurt (boxer!steve x librarian!fem reader)
summary: steve’s looking to blow off some steam after his first title fight loss, and you tend to him the best you know how.
uses she/her pronouns and female anatomy.
♡ the king of ring ♡
tags: make way for steve's ego!, smut, like...accidental size kink idk how that happened honestly, steve's not an official dom b/c we don't do that anymore around here but he's a dom, little bit of blood, more biting!!, bruising.
dallas, texas april 1991
"Goddamn it!"
The door to Steve's dressing room flung open, hurling toward the wall with a resounding bang. You flinched, slowly standing to your feet from your place on the leather couch. You were carted back stage by an assistant a few minutes ago, just as the arena, and all of America, saw the referee raise Steve's opponent's fist in victory—for the first time in his career.
Steve stomped into the room, beat red and dripping sweat. He was practically steaming. Your palms slicked as Big and Mikey trailed in behind him, prepared to do damage control.
"Harrington...it happens—"
"—to amateurs. To losers. Not to me," Steve snapped, voice booming and sharper than a sword. You jumped again when his gloves went flying into the wall.
He flattened his damp hair against his skull, fingers jumping and arms buzzing. You could see it brewing on his face—he was going to explode. His jaw clenched, his eyes darted around the room, he began to pace. Tick, tick, tick. It was only a matter of time before he'd burst.
"It's one loss, Steve," you piped up, stepping toward him to comfort. "It's really not that big of a deal in the grand scheme of—"
"Undefeated, Libby. Y' know what undefeated fuckin' means?"
You felt the strain of muscles in your face, how gravity pulled them downward. Big, hands on his hips and head cocked disapprovingly, glanced at you. It was getting easier to spot the cracks between the pair of you these days.
"Steve," you sighed, gathering his gloves from the floor to place them in his bag. "I'm just saying—"
"—I'm not supposed to fucking lose! And maybe I wouldn't 've, if you did your fuckin' research."
You craned to look over your shoulder, finding Steve's gaze on his coach. Steve had taken a step closer, now toe to toe with a man much larger than him. Big—graced with a name that, in all reality, didn't do the sheer size of him justice—fixed Steve with a steady, unimpressed stare. But the thing about Steve when he was angry? Truly angry, seething, seeing black.
He'd fight anyone just to feel release.
"Come on, man," Big huffed, head shaking.
You zipped up Steve's duffel, sinking down on the couch again to rub your temples. This was going to be a long night.
"He was a switch hitter. Woulda been a good thing to know...don't you think? Huh?" Steve sneered, looking up his nose at his coach.
Big held his hands up in surrender. "These things happen, Harrington—"
"Not. To. Me."
The room fell to a ringing silence. Mikey lingered near the door, anxiously petting his mustache. The paparazzi were waiting, huddled at the end of the tunnel for a snap of Steve, 'The King of the Ring' Harrington's first loss. He had a post-fight conference in forty minutes. The endorsement representatives would be coming by to offer their pitiful condolences that you knew would only enrage him.
"They don't fuckin' happen to me," Steve growled, pounding at his glistening, heaving chest with a gauze-wrapped fist.
Big just shrugged, watching Steve turn to stomp your way. You stood, reaching for his arms. All you wanted was to comfort him, soothe him, bring him back to that grumpy but agreeable Steve you all knew. You'd never seen him like this—because he'd never been like this. He'd never lost.
Big inched forward on one foot, but when Steve was merely stiff and silent in your gentle, stroking touch, the coach backed away toward the door. He was always a little cautious after the incident in New York last year. He didn't like the way Steve grabbed you, and he didn't like the way he kept doing it ever since.
Mikey opened and closed his mouth like a gaping fish, searching for something to say but too afraid to muster it into words. Steve looked murderous. His huffing and puffing was so loud you worried he'd start to hyperventilate.
"Try to cool it before the cameras start, would you?" Big opened the door, turning to direct a pointed look Steve's way.
Steve, facing you but glaring over your head at the wall, turned sharply toward his coach. "Fuck you."
The door muffled Big's sigh, and you parroted the sound as Mikey disappeared behind him and Steve immediately ripped away from you. Your hands fell to your sides limply, chest squeezing tight.
"Steve—"
"—m' showering."
You took a small step after him toward the showers. "But—"
He stomped off, sneakers slapping on the damp tile. He disappeared around the corner, and you deflated in the center of the dressing room with a frown. When the stream of water hissed, you sank back down on the couch and waited, eyes aching and head pounding, a sour taste like acid in your mouth.
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Steve skipped the press conference. The press would call him a sore loser, his opponent would look like a gracious, genuine fighter, and his endorsements would call Mikey berating and scolding him for his client's actions.
But Steve didn't care. He couldn't face a crowd of reporters and paparazzi as a loser. A failure. He'd face them as a winner, or nothing at all.
They called him The King. His crown was starting to fall. You just wished he could step down from the throne every once in a while.
On the ride home, you reached for his hand and flinched when he flicked yours back into your lap. You searched for his eyes but met only the side of his face. Those hard cheekbones, purpled and blued; that swollen brow bone, torn at the corner and weeping red. His lip was fat and he kept running his tongue over the slit in the righthand corner. You knew he was reveling in the sting, bathing in the pain. He needed it when his fists started shaking like this.
Yet despite the visceral fury physically steaming off him, he was eerily...calm. Calm for Steve, calm for a man with a head as a hot as hell itself.
When Steve was silent like this, you knew a nightmare was brewing.
The car pulled in front of the hotel doors, and Steve yanked your door open with such monstrous force that you worried it would come right off the hinges. Some men had a Midas touch. Steve's was Herculean.
He was silent in the elevator, huffing only short, sharp breaths through his nose. He was silent through the hall, stomping with long, bounding strides. He was silent when he slammed the hotel door after you and tossed his duffel on the velvet chaise lounge near the bar. He was silent as he eased back against the black marble and crossed his arms.
You slowly slipped off your heels, hooking your fingers in the straps to bring them toward your luggage in the other room. You eyed him carefully as you passed him, breezing by in a whiff of sweet, citrusy perfume. The diamonds in your ears flashed his eye with a streak of white, catching the lamplight on the end table.
You were nearly to your destination when his gruff voice cut through the tender quiet.
"C'mere."
You paused, surprised just by the sound of his voice. You turned halfway, digesting his demand. Stern, rigid, empty. It mirrored his expression: emotionless. Your heels dangled near your thigh, fingers curling tighter around the straps.
Steve lifted his chin, eyes rolling away from the floor to fix steady on you. They held that heavy-hooded look you were always wary of. He had his fists tucked under his biceps, enlarging the bulging muscles, protruding the overworked veins. The thin black cotton stretched across his body strained.
Your cheeks flamed and your insides wriggled about the same way they do when he whispers in your ear. You stepped your legs a little closer to each other, tightening between your thighs.
"Steve, I—"
"—come. here."
You held his gaze, face half shadowed by the dark side of the room, brightened by the gentle lamplight on the other. His chest rose and fell steadily, and yours struggled with every inhale. He didn't twitch an inch, didn't move a muscle. The solidity to his steadiness always unnerved you. Right now, it made you want to take a bite of his bicep, where the skin was warm and firm and you knew it would taste like salty sweat.
Right now, the way he was staring at you like you had no other choice but to come to him—like he knew you would listen to him because he had such a deep, clawing, biblically powerful hold over you—made you want to devour him.
You dropped your heels on the carpet, where they landed with a muffled thud. You took small, breezy steps toward him. You felt like you were gliding. You felt so much smaller than you were, so minuscule and tiny under his pinning stare. You felt like he could cup you into his hands and crush you, and something about that thought made you tingle.
You came to a stop when your toes brushed his boots, sweaty sneakers discarded in his gym bag. Palms sticky at your sides, fingers grasping for the hem of your black dress, you tipped your head back to meet his gaze when he slipped one hand from under his arm and tucked it under your chin. Propped between his index and thumb, you let him tug you closer—urge you with just the gentlest of pressure. Your stomach pressed against his belt, and the way his head tipped to gaze down at you made your breath hitch.
Still resting against the marble, Steve seemed cool and eased as he bent to meet your mouth. You trembled on the tops of your toes, too impatient to wait for him to meet you, too desperate to find his lips and taste them. He'd never tell you, but he found it sweet, how mindlessly eager you got for even the smallest of his affections.
Your eyes sank closed when your mouths touched. Gently at first, but with an inch from Steve, his mouth molded against yours with a firmness most like his usual affections. A firmness unyielding, leaving no room for breath and no space for escape. But you were happily pliant to his hand spreading to hold your jaw in his wide palm, nearly sighing in relief when he finally switched from impassively cool to the Steve you knew:
Forceful. Mean. Rough.
His tongue swept your bottom lip like the tickle of a feather, though your giggle became a strangled whimper when his spare hand came to gather the hair at the nape of your neck. Free from confines and soft from hotel shampoo, it was a welcome feeling in his palm, and like he couldn't stop himself from reaching for more of it, he yanked. Fist curled tight against your scalp at the back of your head near your neck, he tugged just once—hard.
You popped away from his mouth with a wet smack and a scratchy whine, catching flashes of striped wallpaper before his mouth attached to your neck and sent you flying into blurriness. You held onto him for dear life, hands leaving splotchy white marks on his biceps. And just as you suspected: they were hot and soft, stiff and massive.
He latched onto the column of your throat with a suction like a vacuum, and you caught glimmers of starlight as he lapped and nipped. His teeth scraped the wet mark when he pulled away, and your body gave a convulsing shiver that, this time, made him exhale a chuckle against your skin. His nose slid through the slick spit, gliding across your throat and up your chin, brushing your cheek when he met your mouth again. His hand returned to your jaw to squeeze, the other still firmly planted in your hair. Your scalp began to buzz in a way that felt like a dead tingle.
The kiss was delicate this time. Careful, precise, like he was worried he'd break you. But Steve never worried about breaking you. He liked you that way. He loved how much you needed him to make sense of you.
Steve slowly pulled back, waiting until your eyes fluttered open and blinked at him with slow, breathless beats before rubbing the pad of his thumb over your swollen mouth. His own seemed a little larger, and as he tipped his head toward the light, you realized his lip had split open again with the force of his kiss. Your tongue immediately sought the remnants on your mouth, relieved to locate the metallic taste just past your bottom lip on your chin.
Steve's lip twitched at that.
"On the bed, baby." His voice was so soft that you were sure you'd fabricated it.
But then he let go of your hair and dropped his hands to his sides, and before he could blink in that expectant, impatient way, you spun around and hurried toward the bed. You were on your knees and about to reach for your zipper when Steve caught your wrists. It was the smack of skin on skin that made you freeze, catching his eye to find it empty again.
"Ah-ah," he scolded gruffly. "Hands down. I'll do it."
He released you and you obeyed, lowering your hands to your sides. Steve inched closer, and your head met his chest as he curled over the front of you to find the back. You inhaled quietly, searching for his scent. Muddled soap and heavy sweat, a cigarette smoked in the lot on the way to the cab. You brought your hands to his stomach and slipped them under his skirt, sweeping them across his muscular sides. He twitched, chuckling deeply despite himself against your neck. Your zipper snicked as it escaped your spine and fell to your tailbone, and your dress pooled in your lap as Steve stood tall again.
You tipped your head back to gaze at him, cheeks swollen with heat and lip caught between your teeth. Your hands were still under his shirt, still gripping him like a toy. He gave you it, pulling his shirt over his head with a tug of the back collar. It flew across the room in a dash of black fabric, and then you were gazing at his lean-cut muscles peppered with black and blue and a few fading greens. His stomach flexed when you brought your fingers to circle the nearest bruise, a grunt balling in his throat.
You returned both hands to his sides, right above his belt. Leaning forward on your knees, you pressed your mouth to the warm patch of skin where blood pooled and painted him colorful. You puckered a gentle kiss. Steve swallowed, jeans tightening. Mouth still pressed against him, you lifted your eyes to gauge his expression and he felt like he could burst.
His hands slid into your hair, pushing your head back with a grip on both sides. You rubbed your thumbs into his muscles, massaging the strain.
"Does it hurt?"
He eased his grip on the right side of your face and brushed your hair behind your ear. He stroked your cheek with the back of his knuckles, head cocking toward his shoulder. The scabs of a bare-knuckle practice scratched the skin on your face in the nicest way. He still smelled like blood.
"I like it to," he said.
You pushed off on your heels, nose brushing his chin as you inched closer to his height. He slid your hair over your shoulder to bare your neck, placing the breeze of his knuckles there.
"Me too."
Steve's eyes snapped away from your neck toward your own, a brief flash of surprise seeping through the brutish void. When you gnawed on your lip and danced your fingers over the firm leather of his belt, he let the surprise slip away as swiftly as it came.
In its place came the animalistic need to tear you apart.
He pushed your hands away without a word, and you sank back down to your heels on the mattress, watching with round, welled up eyes as he undid his belt. The buckle clinked and hung loose at his pelvis. The zipper snicked. The denim of his jeans whooshed down his legs. In only his boxers, tight against him and leaving nothing to the imagination, he resumed his hold on your face to direct your attention back to his eyes.
He pulled at the sleeve of your dress hanging limply in your lap. "Off."
You made quick work of discarding the fabric, sliding it down your legs and throwing it away. Steve snapped your bra strap next, and you bent your arms behind your back to unhook the band. All he had to do was flicker his eyes toward your panties for you to remove those, too.
When you were naked, you waited a beat. A moment of such palpable silence that you were certain he'd hear your heart beating. With the way your blood started rushing to your ears, pumping with such forceful gushes and thumps, you could barely hear anything over it yourself.
Then you reached for his bulge, aching and waiting, unable to contain yourself. Once more he grabbed your wrist, holding your touch away from him. You reached with the other hand, happy to play his game. He grabbed that one, too, and soon he had you right where he wanted.
Though, not quite.
He slammed you against the mattress on your back. Pinned by his hold on your arms, flattened by his weight pressing down on you. Your heart moved to your throat, throbbing wildly. Your legs instinctually parted to make room for him between them.
Steve searched between your eyes, bouncing between left and right, inhaling your every exhale. When he saw nothing but bliss, he slid your arms above your head and crossed your wrists together. Gripping them in one big palm, he used the other hand to mark a path down your side that had you squirming and shivering. You giggled when he circled your navel, only to gasp when he swept two fingers down your pelvis.
He knew your body like the back of his hand. He knew every route to take. He knew the shortcuts that would bring you to your fastest peak. He knew the long, winding paths that would make you whine and cry and beg him to cut you a break.
He knew you.
Just like you knew him, and how much he needed to be the biggest in the room. How much he needed this power over you, this control over you. Sometimes, he traveled too far. Sometimes, your favorite thing in the world was when he took over the wheel.
You wanted his control. You needed it.
Steve gently guided the tips of those two fingers between your legs, pushing just gently past the warm, squishy barrier. You sucked him in, mouth unhinging with another gasp when he sank the length of his fingers in entirely. The grip you had on him was tight, and your thighs were already shaking when he brought his thumb to your clit, beating and pulsing with want for his attention.
"You like it to hurt," he whispered, eyes sliding briefly toward your bare chest before your eyes again.
You bobbed your head, face so hot it hurt. "Yes."
"Do you want it to hurt, angel?"
"Please."
Steve didn't let you wait, and for this you were grateful. His hair tickled your cheek, his breath fanned your neck, and then his mouth was clamping onto the patch of tender muscle between your shoulder and neck. His teeth sank in, delivering a dull sting that made you shriek. He pulled away when you began to pant.
He moved his mouth to your breast, fingers loosening around your wrists. He sank into the squishy fat, gathering a chunk of it between his teeth. It stung a little sharper, hurt a little better. You cried out this time, and he pumped his fingers in a gentle push and pull as he moved to the other breast. You could barely suck in a breath.
Wet patches caught gusts of cool air as he maneuvered over your body, covering you in his mouth and leaving you with his teethmarks to prove it. He released your wrists, but your head was so fuzzy and full of air that you didn't even think to move them. Steve wanted them there. You wanted what Steve wanted.
Steve clamped down on your waist, following the valley of your curves. You jerked the other way, body instinctually recoiling. He bit into your hip, then your thigh, then your stomach, then the thin skin just above your pelvis. He had you covered in him and writhing for more, cheeks soaked with tears he was certain you didn't even know were shed.
Face pinched and pooling with red-hot heat, you gasped for air and arched off the bed. Steve's fingers worked deeper between your legs. His thumb rubbed with the firmest pressure in just the right spot. You stomped your feet against the mattress and whined, long and howling.
"Steeeeve."
It burned, he could tell. He could tell by the way you trembled and closed your legs around his hands. He could tell by the way you blinked tears to the ceiling, how you balled your hands into fists—still above your head. You couldn't hold steady and you looked close to nausea.
Steve settled on his knees between your legs, free hand smoothing over your wobbling thigh. He loomed over you with an empty expression, taking in your bare body and his mouth branding nearly every inch of it.
Just as you lifted your back again, hands flying down to grip the mattress in preparation for the orgasm winding a knot behind your navel, Steve ripped his fingers away. You cried—a pitiful, pathetic, snot-filled sob that sliced through the room and made Steve huff.
But Steve had mercy on you. He replaced his fingers with something better, and your cry dwindled to short sniffles as the head of his cock breached your throbbing entrance. He slid your thighs over his, pulled you down until you were forcing half of him in. You howled again, head tipping back, hands reaching for his. You found them on your waist, gripping in a vice.
With slow and steady caution, Steve eased between your legs and mounted over you once more. He propped himself on his forearms, caged on either side of your shoulders to squish your arms against your sides. There was nowhere for you to run. You were inching close to orgasm again already just at the thought.
Steve cupped his palm over the crown of your head and leaned in until his nose brushed your own. His thumb pressed against your forehead, his breath tickled your open, shining mouth. You could see the blood gathering on his lip again. It wobbled there, at the split seam of soft tissue. It glistened and, in your foggy, fucked-out mind: it called to you.
You swept it up with your tongue, sucking with a gentle pull that made Steve's seem cruel. But even that delicate, meek suction had him groaning, had him bucking into you wildly. You released him and he followed the metallic scent of your breath, thanking you for his brief sting with a nip on your bottom lip.
'Hurt me, so I can hurt you.'
And squished under him, taking every assault of teeth and lapping up the blood, you found something in pain you never knew was possible: peace.
A simple, mindless transaction. I hurt you, you hurt me. This is how we say I love you.
Hurt me. So I can hurt you.
Steve pressed your heads together, rutting into you so deep you almost thought you could feel him in your throat. But maybe that was just more tears, pooling and lumping until you couldn't swallow past it. So you released it, weeping in a way that had Steve kissing your hot, sticky cheeks just to ease the hysteria. But he wanted those tears, and he basked in how they tasted on his mouth.
In one final effort, one last turn toward his destination, Steve reared back just enough to bring his hand down on your ass, thigh hitched over his hip to bare it to him. It slammed down with a sharp clap, delivering a sting that spread like wildfire and reverberated through your thighs and spine.
It was exactly what you needed to shatter. It sent you stumbling, clinging to Steve like you'd fall apart without him holding you steady. You weren't entirely sure that was false. You whimpered into his neck, fingers buzzing against his back. You sounded so pathetic, sniffling and hiccuping like that. Steve kissed your jaw and caught a glimpse of the blotchy bruise he left on your neck. You'd be stuck with it for days.
Steve spilled into you, raw and warm, sticky and disgusting. He brushed his nose against your bruise and felt it throb. He ran his thumb over the red shape of his mouth on your hip as he slipped from between your legs. He brushed his hair back against his head and licked the blood from his split lip. His knuckles had broken open and stained the white sheets near your head.
On sore thighs and wobbling knees, Steve settled between your limp legs once more and gazed down at the mess he made. He brushed your hair from your eyes and cradled your cheek. Still catching your breath, you leaned into his hold with heady exhaustion, placing your hand over his. You'd be just as bruised as Steve tomorrow morning, and you'd marvel in the mirror at the pretty colors he painted you with.
And the best thing about it? Steve wasn't hurting anymore. He gave it all to you.
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sub!bottom!ftm Steve x dom!top!masc reader
☆ Word Count: 1,610 ☆
↳ [REQUEST] | AFAB Language Used
i think this is my 100th request 😭
CW: Locker Room Sex, Teasing, Oral, Praise Kink, Fingering, Daddy Kink, Squirting, Cum Swallowing, accidentally dialogue heavy
Once again, your teammate is checking you out. He’s been looking at you weirdly for weeks now and you're convinced he has a crush on you. It started with random glances and turned into full on stares.
He always thought you were attractive and he found himself looking at you in every class you share and at every practice. And each time he felt more and more drawn to you. It started off innocent, all he wanted was to hold hands and kiss. But then he started thinking about you in ways that aren't so family friendly. You’re confident and dominant on the court, he wonders if you're the same in bed. He feels bad but he's been masturbating to you. He does things he’d never thought he’d do. He feels perverted doing it but he often buys popsicles and practices sucking you off. He even managed to buy a dildo but he was too scared to use it so he just rubs his cunt against the plastic shaft. He settled with fantasies but he realized that wasn't enough.
“Staring again? Am I that good looking?” You chuckle. Steve’s eyes widen, a blush spreading across his cheeks. He stutters for a bit before you stop him. “I’m just kidding, Steve.” You smile sweetly.
“Ri- right-” He quickly turns around and rushes to the bathroom to wash his face and cool down.
It happens again the next day, this time he was being very obvious with his arousal. He was on the bench for ‘health reasons’ (he just wanted to watch you) and you noticed him squeezing his legs together and giving you bedroom eyes.
“Am I the only one who gets the ‘Steve Harrington Death Stare’?” You chuckled. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”
Steve’s entire face burned red. “Um-”
“You don't have to explain right now. I think I understand.” You winked at him. “But I’d like to hear it from you eventually.”
Hope filled his heart. If he confesses, will you say yes?
He takes a while to build up the courage to confess but he finally does. And now here’s Steve, standing in front of you in the empty locker room while fiddling with his thumbs. You wait patiently for him to speak rather than rushing him, he appreciates it.
“Whenever you…you tease me, I feel so...so..”
“Horny?” You smirk, remembering how turned on he looked sitting on the bench.
His ears tinge red. He wasn't going to say that, but you're far from wrong. “Yeah...and I just wanna…I want you to tease me and- and praise me, and make me do whatever you want me to...” He trails off, eyes widening as he realizes what he’s saying. “I get it if you- if you’re uncomfortable! You can just pretend this never happened!”
“Whatever I want, huh?” You smirk. “Kneel.”
His eyes are blown wide as he falls to his knees. He looks to you for approval before pulling down your shorts and boxers, your half hard cock slapping him in the face. He takes it in his hand and drags his tongue along your shaft, mimicking the girls in the porno DVDs he borrowed at Family Video. He watches as you grow to full size, the sight causes a throbbing sensation in his pants. He imagined you being big but this is a whole different story.
“Put it in your mouth, sweetheart.” You urge. Steve does as you ask, opening his mouth and taking the tip of your cock in his mouth. He looks up at you as he tries to swallow you whole, stopping halfway. He knows his limits. He sucks you off for at least a minute, trying his very best to please you, before pulling away and looking at you with a sweet expression.
“Am I doing okay..?” He asks softly. It's his first time doing anything with another guy, he wants to make sure he’s doing it right. Plus, he wants to hear you praise him.
“You’re doing so good for me, baby..” You wrap your fingers in his hair, guiding him back onto your length. Steve closes his eyes and starts to ‘properly’ suck you off. “Look at me.”
His eyes flutter open, his gaze focusing on you. He moves his mouth up and down your shaft while keeping eye contact the whole time.
“What a sight..” You sigh. “You look so pretty like this, Steve. Wish I had a camera.”
Steve moans and picks up the pace, encouraged to do more. He brings his hand inside his shorts and presses two fingers against his clit. He rubs it in circles and moans, bobbing his head up and down vigorously.
“Look at you, getting turned on from sucking my cock..” You murmur, gently pulling him off of you. “How about I take care of that?”
Steve shakes his head lightly. “I like…I like making you feel good..”
You never thought of Steve as the type to prefer pleasing rather than being pleased but now that you've been made aware of it, it makes sense. You've heard rumors that his parents are never home, the reason why he has so many parties, it's clear that he needs someone to give him the praise he never received.
“You know how you can make me feel even better? Get over there and bend over.” You point to the wall of lockers.
Steve quickly does as you asked, jutting his ass out and looking back at you. You walk up behind him and pull his shorts off. His boxers are white, which allows you to see how wet he is. He’s soaked just from sucking you off. You pull them off, revealing his pretty pussy. You slowly slide one finger inside him and then another.
“How often do you touch yourself, Steve?” You ask, your chest resting on his back.
He turns more red than he already is. “Everyday..” He whispers.
“Really? What do you think about?” You start fingering him.
“You, [Name].” He admits.
“Of course.” You chuckle. “Do you use toys? Or just your fingers?”
“I…I..” He’s too embarrassed to tell you the truth.
“Come on, tell me.” You angle your fingers to his pleasure spot, making him whine.
“I finger myself but sometimes- fuck-” His face is a bright red. “I use a dildo..”
“So you've already taken something inside you?”
He shakes his head. “I rub…”
“You rub your pussy against the toy?” You ask and he nods. “Fuck…I need to see that.”
Steve moans. “You can watch–”
“Yeah? God, I bet you’d look so fucking hot doing it..” You pull your fingers out. “I’m gonna put it in.”
He gulps and prepares himself for your entrance. As you ease yourself inside him, he shuts his eyes and leans his head back. You're filling him up so well. “Mm- Daddy~” He moans out mindlessly.
“Does it feel good, baby?”
“Yes- fuck- you're so big-” He grins, loving how you stretch him out.
“You feel good too–” You groan in his ear, causing him to shiver. “Can I move?”
He nods.
You grip his hips and start fucking into him at a gentle pace. You don't want to hurt him.
“Mm- go faster, if you want~” He already feels like he's on cloud 9 but he has a feeling that you're holding back. “Wanna make you feel good, Daddy~”
“Don’t say that, I won’t be able to hold back.”
“‘M yours, Daddy, use me.”
You dig your nails into his skin and thrust into him roughly, practically rearranging his insides. Steve lets out loud, slutty moans without an ounce of shame. It feels too good for him to care about his surroundings. “Do you want everyone in the school to hear you? You want someone to come in and find you like this?”
He giggles, the thought of someone finding him getting pounded by you only makes him more excited. “Yes~!”
“Yes?” You laugh. “I didn’t know you were a whore, Harrington.”
“I’m your whore~!” He exclaims.
You somehow fuck him even harder and rougher than before, riled up by his words. You ram into his cunt relentlessly, enamored by the plushness of his wet pussy and the sluttiness of his words. Steve bites his lip as tears start to stream down his cheeks. He feels so fucking good, it's like electricity's running through him.
“Daddy–” He whines. “‘M gonna come-”
“Before me? How selfish.” You tease him.
Steve blabbers out an apology, crying harder.
“I'm kidding, sweetheart.” You bring your hand down to his clit, rubbing it in circles. Steve’s legs shake as you pull him into an orgasm, eyes rolling back as he squirts all over the floor and lockers. You help him through his orgasm before pulling out. You help him onto his knees and stroke yourself over his face. He sticks out his tongue and waits for you to come. It doesn't take long before you’re spurting thick ropes of cum all over his face and tongue.
“You did so well for me, Steve..” You murmur, helping him stand up. “Such a good boy for me.” You bring him to the showers.
bonus:
Steve rubs his sopping wet pussy along his pink dildo, pulling on his nipples and whimpering like a puppy while you watch him. His eyes are trained on your lower half as he watches you get off to him. Everything feels good, his pussy, his nipples, your gaze…but now that he's gotten a taste of it, he just wants your cock now. He wants to be good for you though, so he'll keep going as long as you want.
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14 and 17 on your smut list with steve harrington please? if youre taking requests? maybe a girl was flirting with him (not reciprocated ofc) and reader is heated?? love u!
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Summary: Reader is pissed when she sees Steve "flirting" with another girl at one of his house parties. How will he handle it?
CW: MDNI 18+, smut, dom!Steve, sub!reader, mad!reader, jealousy, fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected rough sex
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The scent of cigarette smoke, weed and spilled beer flooded your nostrils, only adding to the disgust you already felt.
You crossed your arms and laid back in one of the chairs beside the pool, watching party goers laughing loudly, stumbling in and out of the back door, couples fighting and making out in the shadows.
Yes, another one of Harrington's infamous house parties. Normally you would find yourself drinking, goofing off with friends, and having the time of your life. But not this time. This time, was different.
You looked over to your right to find a drunken man, passed out in the deck chair behind you, and scoffed.
Glancing from across the other side of the pool, you saw Steve and Nancy having a conversation. Must have been a good one, considering how much he was making her laugh, her shoving his shoulder playfully, nearly spilling her drink in the process.
You couldn't help but feel enraged watching the two of them together, rolling your eyes in annoyance. Sure, they had been broken up for a long time now, just friends. And sure, you and Steve weren't exactly in an established relationship, but the two of you had been hanging out a lot recently, the two of you flirting, going for ice cream, having long phone conversations, seemingly having the same feelings for each other.
Or so you thought.
You thought for sure that Steve would kiss you, ask you out on a proper date, ask you to be his girlfriend, any time, any day now. Maybe you had misinterpreted the situation.
So you couldn't help but to stare at them, shifting in your seat uncomfortably, absolutely writhing with jealousy, with anger. How could he let Nancy just flirt with him like that, right in front of you, knowing that you'd been crushing hard on him?
As you continued to glare at the two of them, Steve suddenly caught your gaze, his smile quickly fading from his face, a concerned look replacing it.
You quickly looked away from him, pretending to just be dazing off, hoping he didn't catch you staring at him, but as you glanced back, he was still looking at you.
You groaned in anger, turning to the side and standing up, fists balled up as you stomped away through the drunken crowd in long strides, a furious expression on your face.
You walked into the house, absolutely fuming as you headed towards the front door to leave.
"Hey," A familiar voice grabbed your arm, stopping you, "where are you going?"
You whipped around to see Steve, a confused look on his face. He had seen you storm away and chased after you.
"I'm leaving." You announced, pulling your arm back from him.
"Hold on," he stopped you from turning around again, "why are you leaving?"
"Just tired. Bored. This party sucks ass." You shrugged your shoulders sarcastically, unknowingly glaring right through him.
"You know," Steve chuckled, "you're really bad at hiding your facial expressions. Can you tell me what's actually wrong?"
You sighed, exasperated, and looked around the room, making sure no one was within earshot, then leaned back into the front door, crossing your arms and staring at the ground.
"I don't know, Steve, I guess I thought we were a thing, but apparently that's not the case."
He looked at you, perplexed, and motioned at the back door.
"Why, because of Nancy?"
You shrugged your shoulders again, raising your eyebrows at him and looked away.
"Me and Nancy, we're just friends-"
Steve's explanation was interrupted by a belligerent man, accidentally bumping into him, mumbling a 'sorry' before walking away.
He sighed, running his hands through his hair, then took you by your hand.
"Come on, let's go talk upstairs, okay?"
You rolled your eyes, and hesitantly accepted his offer, following his lead as you walked up the stairs.
Steve led you into his bedroom, shutting the door behind him and locking it as you stood in the middle of the room, arms crossed again.
"Listen," he turned around, stepping towards you, "me and Nancy- that was so long ago, we're just friends!"
You stayed silent, a fixed look of hostility on your face.
He took another step towards you, grabbing your arms and sliding his hands down to hold yours.
"I do have feelings for you, I really do. You drive me crazy," he laughed, "you weren't wrong about anything. I feel like I made it pretty clear that I only want you."
"Yeah, well you put on a great fucking show telling me otherwise, Harrington." You snapped, your blood beginning to boil.
Steve went quiet, breathing as he gazed at you, his eyebrows screwed together.
He leaned forward, his face only inches from yours, his eyes burning into yours as thoughts ran through his head.
And then he smirked.
The motherfucker smirked.
He quickly grabbed your shoulders harshly, slamming you into the wall behind you, making you yelp. The sound was quickly drowned out as he crashed his lips onto yours eagerly, his lips searing in passion.
You hummed into his mouth, surprised at how the action made your skin burn with pleasure, feeling almost animalistic. He smiled against your lips.
"Is this what you need," he asked in a husky voice between hard kisses, "you need me to show you how badly I want you?"
Steve grabbed your wrists with one hand, holding them tightly above you as he gripped your jaw with the other, licking into your mouth, pulling you in for a deeper embrace, only breaking the kisses to take sharp breaths.
He sucked on your bottom lip, bringing it into his mouth and letting it go with a loud pop, but not before biting down onto it, tugging it with his teeth, then kissing it again with a satisfied groan.
"Steve," you moaned softly, feeling an ache between your thighs, still under his tight restraint.
He smiled wickedly, beginning his descent down your neck, "Is this what you need? You need me to show everyone who you belong to?"
You sighed in agreement as he pushed a leg between yours, biting and licking down your neck. He let go of your arms and grabbed the hem of your shirt, pulling it off of you and then taking his own off in a frenzy.
He unclasped your bra and yanked it off, kissing and sucking his way from your neck to your chest harshly, moaning against your skin as you raked your fingers through his soft hair, tugging it as you whined helplessly under his touch.
Steve pulled his face back, admiring his work, smirking slightly as he stared at the scattered bruises across your neck and chest.
He looked up at you, his eyes dark, pupils blown, a sinful look on his face, his lips parted, panting lightly.
"You're so fucking hot when you're mad." He confessed, gazing at you through half lidded eyes.
You whined again, staring at him pleadingly, your nerves on fire as you rubbed your neglected thighs together for some kind of friction.
He smiled at you, kneeled, then began unbuttoning your jeans, pulling the zipper down teasingly slow, you quivering as he slipped his fingers underneath your jeans and panties, sliding them off swiftly, tossing them to the side.
"I was right," he breathlessly chucked, "I knew you would have such a pretty pussy."
Steve reached his hand out to touch your heat, but you crossed your legs together nervously, almost feeling embarassment from how unnecessarily jealous you were previously, mixed with the overwhelming feeling of the prettiest boy you'd ever seen, kneeling before you, just for you.
"Baby," he cooed, "do you want me to touch you?"
You were silent, but nodded eagerly.
"Don't be shy, uncross your legs then."
You did as you were told, making Steve groan, making him whisper your name like a prayer.
He looked up to you again, a sinful look in his eyes, as he stroked his fingers lazily against your folds, his breathing shaky as he reveled in how wet you were, muttering expletives, and slid a finger inside your soaked hole easily.
You gasped at the action, throwing your head back and grabbing his hair desperately, a silent way of saying, more, please, more.
He smiled at your reaction and slid in a second finger, fucking his fingers in and out of you at a perfect, but yet achingly slow pace, massaging them rhythmically inside of you, before curling his fingers.
"Fuck, Steve, oh my god," you cursed, arching into his hand, tugging at his hair harder, making him hiss.
Steve hiked your leg up over his shoulder, pulling it to the side to give him more access, and licked his tongue lazily over your clit, still pumping his fingers in and out of you, hitting your G spot in a way that made you feel intoxicated.
You were a mess of moans and pants, his tongue gliding across your clit long and languid. It felt like velvet, silk, satin on your soaked heat as you grinded into his mouth.
Steve took your bud into his mouth, now sucking on it hungrily, as he quickened the pace of his fingers, moaning against you, making your hips twitch, fire beginning to burn in your abdomen.
"Steve, fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm gonna cum-"
He quickly removed his fingers and mouth from you, making you gasp and whine in frustration at the loss.
"Not yet." He rasped, a dark look in his eyes.
He stood up, unbuttoning his pants at a rapid pace, then taking his hard length into his hand, grabbing the back of your thigh and lifting your leg up.
Your eyes widened as he pushed all the way into you with one quick thrust all at once. You both moaned loudly in unison, your gummy walls clamping down on him instantly.
Steve pulled out and thrusted into you, one, two, three times more, before grasping the back of your other thigh, lifting both your legs up, pushing you against the wall as he thrusted into you sharply, setting a brutal, unrelenting pace.
You closed your eyes, hands over your face, feeling his thick cock inside every inch of you, in complete euphoria as he continued to pound into you, over and over again, against the spot you so desperately needed.
"Don't hide your pretty face," he groaned, his hair a mess, his mouth slightly agape, his lips still wet from your slick, "look at me when I fuck you."
You opened your eyes, complying with his demand as you looked into his.
"Good girl."
You wrapped your arms around Steve's shoulders, smashing your mouth against his, your kisses messy and deep, teeth and tongues clashing, breaking them to take sharp breaths in between.
You bit back a loud moan, gazing into his hooded eyes as you felt your stomach tighten, your abdomen on fire again as he continued to fuck into you harshly.
Steve noticed, giving you a slight smirk.
"You gonna cum?" He panted, "Don't be so quiet, let everyone know who you belong to."
"Oh god, I-"
The coil in your stomach burst, waves of pleasure washing over you as you cried out his name loudly, your walls clenching on his hard length tightly.
Steve groaned, following closely behind you, and moaned your name and a series of expletives, his orgasm hitting its peak, emptying himself inside of you with one last powerful thrust, his hips stuttering.
You kissed each other passionately towards the end of his high, then slumped into him, your head resting on his shoulder as he continued to hold you up with his strong arms.
He panted, turning his head to kiss you all over your face for what seemed to be a hundred times, Steve nuzzling into the crook of your neck, and he lightly chuckled, whispering into your ear,
"You're mine."
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#smutty smut smut#steve harrington smut#steve harrington#stranger things fic#steve harrington x fem!reader#steve harrington imagine#steve harrington fluff#steve harrington fic#steve harrington fanfic#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington x you#stranger things smut#stranger things fanfic#stranger things#steve harrington x female reader smut
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share the same space for a minute or two by deadratz
@munsonkitten
Rating: Explicit
11,300 words, 1/1 chapters
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Tags: Trans Eddie Munson, Trans Male Character, End of the World, not really - Freeform, Crying, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Squirting, First Time, Virgin Eddie Munson, Accidental Subspace, Soft Dom Steve Harrington, Sub Eddie Munson, Light Dom/sub, Finger Sucking, Hair-pulling, Oral Sex, Riding, Top Steve Harrington, Bottom Eddie Munson, Edging, Orgasm Delay, Love Confessions, Sad moments but, Happy Ending, Unsafe Sex, Creampie, Praise Kink
Summary:
The last time Eddie almost died, he laid on the ground and realized he was dying a twenty year old, never-been-kissed virgin, had no high school diploma and never amounted to anything in his life unless shredding Master of Puppets in hell counts.
As he faces the end of the world again, he tells Steve that the only thing that's changed in the last year is that he's twenty-one now.
While Steve can't help Eddie with the diploma, or the part about amounting to anything, he does offer to fix those other things.
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#writer's spotlight#steddie#steddie fic recs#steve harrington#eddie munson#steve x eddie#stranger things#trans eddie munson#angst with a happy ending
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Sub Eddie Week 2024 Masterlist
🦷 Day 1: Accidental subspace: "Open Wide" | Ao3
wc: 1.5k | rated: M | tags: Sub Eddie Munson, pre relationship, oblivious Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington has a crush on Eddie Munson, non-sexual subspace, aftercare
🍰 Day 2: Cockwarming: "Puppy" | Ao3
wc: 1.5k | rated: E | tags: Sub Eddie Munson, established relationship, collar & leash, chubby Steve Harrington, thigh humping, food during sex, fingering
🦇 Day 3: 24/7 dynamic: "Angel" | Ao3
wc: 1.5k | rated: M | tags: Sub Eddie Munson, established relationship, kas!eddie, blood drinking, handjob
📸 Day 4: Edging: "Bi Freak" | Ao3
wc: 3.5 | rated: E | tags: Sub Eddie Munson, established relationship, bisexual Eddie Munson & Steve Harrington, mean dom Steve Harrington (kinda), degradation, sub top Eddie
🎸 Day 5: Possessive Steve: "Rockstar" | Ao3
wc: 1.7k | rated: E | tags: Sub Eddie Munson, established relationship, blowjobs, mention of exhibitionism
💝 Day 6: Bondage: "Like it" | Ao3
wc: 1.9k | rated: E | tags: Sub Eddie Munson, established relationship, rimming, pleasure dom Steve Harrington, chubby Eddie Munson, feederism kinks, public foreplay, humiliation kink
❤️🩹 Day 7: Daddy Steve: "Softly" | Ao3
wc: | rated: E | tags: Sub Eddie Munson, established relationship, soft dom Steve Harrington, anal sex, crying, pet names, Eddie Munson needs a hug
#;3#so so fun!!!#enjoy!!!#hotlunch#my fic#sub eddie week#sub eddie munson#steddie#steve x eddie#steddie fic#<3#subeddieweek
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A LIST OF ALL MY TINY LITTLE BLURBS <3
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ALL OF MY WORK IS 18+ — MINORS DNI
(*) indicates smut
(✩) indicates fluff
(✶) indicates dark themes
-masterlist-
HARRY STYLES
demon hunter!harry x angel!reader*
demon hunter!harry mocking angel!reader*
demon hunter!harry takes angels virginity*
demon hunter!harry introduces angel to hickeys*
you give harry head in the shower and he washes your hair*
harry accidentally gets too rough*✩
NATASHA ROMANOFF
princess!nat eating you out*✩
princess!nat fingering you on her throne*
EDDIE MUNSON
eddie likes steve’s mean older stepsister, aka you
eddie has to tie his hair back when you sit on his face*
eddie’s a boob guy*✩
eddie’s a boob guy (pierced nips edition)*✩
eddie is a chronic napper (sleepy boy eddie)✩
more boob guy eddie✩
loser!eddie cums quickly*
loser!eddie making up for cumming too quickly*
eddie x virgin!reader*✩
more eddie x virgin!reader*
having a summer fling with eddie*✩
eddie x chubby!reader*✩
eddie steals your shampoo✩
eddie likes giving hickeys*
truck driver!eddie idea
more truck driver!eddie
eddie doesn’t tell anyone he has a girlfriend✩
perv!eddie x innocent best friend!reader*✶
eddie’s got sticky fingers (he likes to steal take things)✩
eddie being goofy during sex*✩
eddie gets nervous when he likes someone✩
eddie’s clumsy during sex*✩
eddie’s hopeless with women and he really likes you*
eddie finds out you have a clit piercing*
you find bsf!perv!eddie’s secret box dedicated to you*✶
steve and robin find bsf!perv!eddie’s box dedicated to you*
steve watches bsf!perv!eddie fuck you*
bsf!perv!eddie really likes you*
single dad!eddie takes his daughter to get a haircut and you’re her hairdresser✩
eddie’s trailer is loud during storms✩
eddie overhears you complaining about never cumming with a man*
eddie is protective over you✩
eddie jacking off in the restroom during a sleepover with you*
bsf!perv!eddie being lovesick✩
eddie fucking you from behind and pulling your hair*
eddie fucks you doggystyle fresh out of the shower*
bsf!perv!eddie gets love boners for you*✩
bf!eddie being cute and in love✩
older!eddie has a bad back but he likes fucking you*✩
soft dom!eddie vibes idk*✩
eddie making you squirt while fucking you from behind*
exhibitionism with eddie during movie night with the older gang*
period sex with eddie*
eddie will eat you out under any circumstance (even if you're all sweaty)*
eddie being petty to your little cousins during the holidays✩
you and summer!eddie fooling around on his bike*
eddie being nerdy n hot*
mechanic!eddie having an affinity for your shorts*
mermaid!reader gives virgin!pirate!eddie a blowjob/handy
STEVE HARRINGTON
steve cums a lot*
you and steve’s baby’s first word✩
bsf!steve is going through a dry spell so you help him out*
STEDDIE (steve harrington x eddie munson)
eddie doesn’t turn on the lights at night to see and steve hates it✩
steve and eddie show shy!reader how to give head*
part two of steddie teaching reader how to give head*
steddie x reader with dom!eddie*
#harry styles x reader#natasha romanoff x reader#eddie munson x reader#steve harrington x reader#steddie#steddie x reader
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call me sunshine, send me to space
by steddieas_shegoes
Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley/Chrissy Cunningham
Character: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Will Byers, Chrissy Cunningham
Additional Tags: Gay Steve Harrington, Gay Eddie Munson, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Tattoo Artist Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington Gets a Tattoo, sunshine eddie munson, grumpy steve harrington, Accidental Subspace, Sub Steve Harrington, Dom Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington Are Best Friends, Good Friend Robin Buckley, Guidance Counselor Steve Harrington, this is because of tumblr polls answers, what a combo, fast burn, like a damn forest fire, Steve Harrington Has a Praise Kink, Top Eddie Munson, Bottom Steve Harrington, Mildly Dubious Consent, but only brief mention and not between eddie and steve!!!, Baby Girl Steve Harrington, Sub Drop, Dom Drop, Aftercare, Soft Eddie Munson, Frottage, Dirty Talk, Platonic Soulmates, Platonic Stobin, Hand Jobs, Finger Sucking, Blow Jobs, Semi-Public Sex, Wet & Messy, Major Illness, Rimming, Anal Fingering, Spit As Lube, Past Child Abuse, Child Neglect, very mild and briefly discussed, Shower Sex, Face Slapping, Hand Feeding, Nightmares, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Edging, Anal Sex, Unsafe Sex, but it's safe because they're clean and ask first, Feminization, Overstimulation, Light Angst, Spit Kink, Cock Warming, Anal Plug, Steve Harrington Wears Panties, Steve Harrington Wears Makeup, Steve Harrington Wears Nail Polish
Words: 89,621
Chapters: 18/18
Summary
“What size were you thinking? Where’s this going?”
Steve pointed to the middle one, barely an inch wide.
“I was thinking my wrist?”
Eddie smiled at him.
“Sounds good, sunshine.”
Oh. That was not good.
That little thing his stomach just did?
Nope. Not good at all.
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VIC'S KINKTOBER 2023 ༊*·˚
❝ i can see you don’t have button eyes ❞
my first official kinktober!! I've been wanting to do this for years, but had never really had the time. to pace myself, i decided to do three fics a week (and so i don't get burnt out again). as well, some of these will be requests that some have sent me!
you MUST be 18+ to read any of these works.
❝ they're coming to get you, barbara ❞
WEEK ONE 🎃
day three ❥ first bj ➮ carmen berzatto
day five ❥ thigh riding ➮ joel miller
day seven ❥ blood kink ➮ miguel o'hara
WEEK TWO 🧡
day ten ❥ sub x dom ➮ bradley bradshaw
day twelve ❥ costume kink ➮ sam wilson
day fourteen ❥ rough sex & jealousy ➮ steven grant
WEEK THREE 🌙
day seventeen ❥ oral sex & cum eating ➮ eddie munson
day nineteen ❥ phone sex ➮ marc spector
day twenty-one ❥ squirting ➮ din djarin
WEEK FOUR 🥀
day twenty-four ❥ overstimulation ➮ cassian andor
day twenty-six ❥ sex toys & overstim ➮ miguel o'hara
day twenty-eight ❥ creampie ➮ steve harrington
day thirty-one ❥ ghostface!joel miller
❝ whatever you do, don't fall asleep ❞
dedicated all to @moonlight-prose because I love her and also she inspired my brain to do kinktober in the first place. she’s also the best ever <3
mutual tags bc I’m no longer on an accidental hiatus ❥ @fushic0re @ghostofskywalker @ghostlyfleur @luminoustarlight @saradika @fxllfaiiry @tarrenterror25 @themarcusmoreno @fluffyprettykitty @cutebbyprincess @soulores @nekoannie-chan @iraot @kpopgirlbtssvt @luvcosmic @bejeweledmastermind
#vic's coffee talks♡༉#kinktober 2023#star wars fanfiction#marvel fanfiction#moonknight fanfiction#the last of us fanfiction#top gun maverick fanfiction#stranger things fanfiction#the bear fanfiction
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