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Secret Underneath Part 4 (Steddie X Plus Size Reader)
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Warnings: Older (Mid thirties) Sugar Daddies Steve and Eddie/ Young (Early to mid 20s) Baby Fem Plus Size Reader, SMUT, light choking, spanking, DIRTY TALK, hair pulling, etc. FLUFF, they like her :).
ANGST, readers ex is a dick and tries to show off (boys put him in his place ;) ), mentions of their ex with some more details of what happened, reader mentions missing them when they are away, SLIGHT cliffhanger ending but nothing too dramatic, mentions of how their life style could affect her.
Word Count: 6457
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You weren’t sure how you would feel when Eddie and Steve were away on business trips. You expected to miss them terribly and you absolutely did but what surprised you was how much you were missed in return.
One evening you got a message saying that a car was going to pick you up from work that Friday and the next thing you knew you were being driven to an airport where a private jet dropped you off at Steve’s hotel where you were met with a big grin and a fancy dinner.
“Steve, this is too much.”
“Not to me.”, he beamed as he pulled you into his embrace and rested his head on top of yours. “I just needed to see your face.”
“Aw, did you miss me, Daddy?”, you coo making him chuckle.
“I always miss you when you aren’t with us, pretty girl.”
Another weekend, the same driver and jet coordinated to drop you off at the back of a packed amphitheater where a big overly muscled security guy guided you backstage, where Eddie waived at you like a little kid, his long hair bouncing behind him as he ran to hug you and lift you off your feet.
“You’re here! Ah I missed you, sweetheart, so much.”
“I missed you to.”, you giggle.
“After the show, the guys and I were going to relax, order some beers, and a pizza. Made me think of you so I thought you’d want to join.”
“I’d love to as long as I’m not an inconvenience or anything.”
“Hey.”, he scolds, grabbing your chin firmly. “Don’t ever let me hear you say that again. You are never an inconvenience, baby girl.”
Even though they were only gone for a week or two at most, they always fucked you like they hadn’t seen you in one or two years.
Steve’s heavy pants filled your ears as his head hung to the side of your own and your fingers tangle in his hair as your other hand clings to his shoulder. His hips thrust his cock slowly into your cunt, hitting that sensitive spot inside you roughly.
“Fuck.”
“Come on, honey. Give Daddy one more.”
“I-I can’t.”
Lifting his head, his nose grazed the tip of your own as he ever so slightly pumped into you at a faster rhythm.
“Yes, you can, Y/N. Fuck, you feel so good. Cum on Daddy’s cock, baby. That’s it. My good girl.”
You and Eddie drunkenly laugh as the lamp by his bed falls to the floor as he stumbles into his bedside table trying to keep his lips on yours. Shoving you against the wall, you groan as he grinds his lower half between your legs and hooks his arm under your knee to lift one around his waist.
You fumble with his belt desperate to feel him as his wet kisses trail down your neck and his tongue runs along your skin. He mewls when your soft palm wraps around his length before guiding it into your sex. As you clung to him, he rolled his hips roughly relishing the sound of your moans as your breath warms his flesh.
“Jesus, listen to that little pussy taking Daddy’s cock. You’re so fucking wet.”
“Y-You looked so fucking sexy on stage playing your—mmm—guitar. Couldn’t stop…staring at your…fingers.”
Eddie’s thick digits slide into your mouth and your pussy clenches around him at the feeling.
“You like my fingers and how they move, sweetheart” Again, you tighten around his cock and he growls as he pumps into you faster slamming his cock deeper inside you. “Fuck, Y/N, they’re all yours, babe. Only yours.”
After you came back home, you immediately felt their absence and it killed you but this is what you signed up for so you never said a word. You remained silent when a couple of days would go by without hearing from them because they were extremely busy.
“Hey, baby. Why are you still at school?”, Steve asked as his voice flowed from your computer. They had both been gone this time for a little over a week and unlike other times hadn’t sent for you to come see them. They did explain that this particular trip was supposed to be a big deal for them both.
Steve was working on new deal that would help him get recognized globally so he could expand further and Eddie wasn’t touring per say but doing the talk show circuit with his bandmates to campaign for the Grammy he personally couldn’t care less about. Even as they spoke to you, the mogul was at his desk in the hotel room flipping through documents and the rockstar looked like he was smoking on the roof of a radio station.
“I’m doing some work here, you know. Grading some papers and things like that.”
“Hm.”
“Yeah…I hear it to, Ed.”
“Hear what?”
“You’re hiding something.”, he chuckles. “Why don’t you want to go home?”
A heavy exhale leaves your lips as you lean back in your chair.
“I’ve gotten used to you being there and when you’re not… it just feels empty.” They softly smile at your admission and suddenly you can’t seem to stop yourself as the words begin to flow. “My apartment also doesn’t really have a lot of your stuff, you know? It’s like when you’re gone, you disappear completely. Add in the fact that you have to pretend like I’m not yours so I see girls touch you and flirt… I hear you tell reporters you’re single which…I guess you are but…”
“Y/N, sweetheart—”
Eddie’s voice in your ear is interrupted when someone loudly knocks on your door making you jump.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Holden. You scared me.”
“I scared you? Pretty much everyone has gone home. Why are you still here? Who are you talking to? You’re new boyfriend?”
“None of your fucking business. We had a deal. Get out of my classroom and leave me alone before I give you another black eye.”
Out of the corner of your eye, you could see both men had completely stopped what they were doing to focus on you, realizing now you were talking to ex.
“You always did like it rough, babe.”
“I’m not your ‘babe’ or ‘baby’.”
“Hm but I’m always going to be your Daddy, sweetie.” You weren’t sure if your ex could feel it but you definitely did through the screen as Eddie and Steve’s anger radiated through. “Look, calm down, I just heard your voice and came by to ask if you were going to the faculty thing tomorrow?”
You glared at him with equally annoyed eyes making him chuckle sarcastically.
“I’m just asking because I’d love to meet your new man. Maybe exchange some stories—”
“Like how you’re so desperate for attention, you physically hurt me, put a picture of us in a book I borrowed, and are now here puffing up your chest like a peacock, you fucking idiot? Trust me, you have never nor will you ever be MY Daddy. The men—man—I’m with showed me what having that title actually means.”
“Hm, well they, I mean he, will learn how much of a pain in the ass you are and you’ll come crawling back, Y/N. You always do. Why even bother hiding it if you have multiple men in your life. You were also always a bit of a freak. It’s unfortunate, unlike myself, most men can’t handle a woman with your…proportions. Have a good night, honey.”
Your eyelids flutter slightly at his passing insult as he walks away.
“What’s the faculty thing?”
You jumped when Eddie’s voice roughly pulled through your earbuds.
“We’re doing a costume party at the school for Halloween since the actual holiday is on a school day.”, you answer with a crack in your voice you try to hide. “I’m sorry.”
“What on earth do you have to be sorry for, baby?”
“I just… I feel like he wasn’t only being a dick to me but you guys.”
“Look at us, sweetheart.” When you do as your told, you take in there still seemingly agitated demeanors even though their eyes reflect nothing but care for you. “You are absolutely right, he was. But you were also right about the fact that we know the true meaning of the word Daddy when it comes to you. All that matters to us is how you’re feeling.”
“I’m going to send Thomas to come get you, Y/N—”
“You can’t. It’s another reason he was coming in here to stir up trouble. He already knew I was going to the party. I have to…we all do… I wish you could come with me.”
“We can. We may be fashionably late but—”
“No, no Steve. This trip is extremely important for you two. I’ll be ok, trust me. I can handle one asshole.”
##################
You grin as you watch you teacher friends dance out on the floor as you sip from the red cup in your hand. You had sent the guys a picture of you in your white angel costume knowing Steve would love the white high heels and Eddie would go crazy over the relatively short spaghetti strap dress but neither man responded.
Assuming they were busy with work, you made sure to keep them updated, letting them know when you got to the school and that you were safe.
“Y/N, come on! Dance with us!”
Placing your drink in the trash, you sauntered over to your friend, laughing as you allowed yourself to let go and have fun. As the music began to slow and people paired off, you shuffled to the side, taking a seat in one of the empty chairs to look through your messages.
The seats on either side of you suddenly became occupied but you didn’t think anything of it until one of the strangers spoke directly to you.
“Beautiful woman like you shouldn’t be distracted by her phone.”
“Hm. Thankfully I’m my own woman and I don’t answer to you so…”
“Technically, princess, you do unless you decided you don’t want us anymore.”
Your head abruptly lifted, your eyes coming face to face with a handsome devil in a red mask. His long hair was pulled into a ponytail held back by devil horns and his matching red suit had you salivating as it clung perfectly to his frame.
“Eddie? What are you doing here?”, you whisper. “You had an interview tonight!”
“You’re more important than a meeting and an interview.”
Swiveling towards the other voice, you took in Steve’s all black suit with an equally colored mask and horns as well.
“So, angel, you wanna dance?”
Grinning, you nod your head and take his hand as he rises and leads you to the dance floor where he places his palms on your waist while you put your own on his shoulders.
“Steve, you really didn’t have to come here.”
“I know we didn’t have to. Remember, baby, we never do anything we don’t want to do. Plus, you’ve been coming to meet us these past couple of months, we wanted to show you that we can do the same.”
“Really? I think Daddy was just jealous.”, you giggle.
“Yes and no.” Your smile grows as he spins you before pulling you back to his chest where you rest your head. “The fact that this fucker thinks you still belong him did spike those feelings but it was more the fact that he had the audacity to disrespect you and hurt you.”
“He didn’t hurt me.”
Strong fingers grip your chin forcing you to look up at him.
“Don’t lie to me, Y/N.”
“I can handle it.”, you murmur.
“I know you can. It’s one of the many reasons we like you but, honey, what we’re telling you is you don’t haveto.”
Tilting up on your toes, you kiss his lips as he smiles against them.
“Do you, um, do you guys want to see my room?”
***
“Look at you, you nerd.”, Eddie teases as he points to your bookshelf full of the usual English books you would see on a reading list.
“Said the Dungeons and Dragons geek.”, you jest making him throw a wink your way. “The school district requires they read one ‘English’ book a semester and write a report. A lot of these kids struggle financially so I try to make it easy where I can.”
“Who’s this? Your parents?”, Steve asks as he holds up a framed photo you have on your desk.
“Yeah, that’s my mom and my dad. This right here is my best friend since grade school. She’s still in my hometown but we talk as much as we can.”
“Seems like you gave up a lot to come up here with…Holden?...was it?”
“I told you I was stupid.”
The rockstar smiles as walks over to you and lifts you up onto your desk.
“You weren’t stupid, sweetheart. You were in love and hopeful. We get that.”
Your head slightly hangs as you glide your hands down his arms to hold his hands while your silent question hovers in the atmosphere.
“Yes.”, Steve answers before he jumps up on to the desk to sit beside you. “We did love her…Gina. We’re still trying to figure out if there was ever a point where she loved us back.”
“With how it all ended, we’re thinking no but…”, Eddie shrugs.
“How long were you together?”
“Officially? On and off for 2 years, I think. Right, Harrington?”
“Yeah, but we were friends before that. We met her at a film screening for one of her mom’s movies a few years prior. She could be a bit of a brat but she didn’t have a kind heart like you.”, he grins as he reaches for your hand and intertwines his fingers with your own. “She could never really turn it off. She was rude to everyone and that nepotism leaked out constantly.”
“What made you leave?”
“It was a couple of things but the main one being her cheating with some twenty something football quarterback. Paparazzi caught her in the back of his jeep and plastered the image everywhere. She had the audacity to run to us after to see if we could make it go away.”, Eddie sighed as he stepped forward and rested his head on your shoulder.
“I’m so sorry, baby. I would never do anything like that. I can be a bit of bitch when I need to but—”
The rockstar’s lips cut you off for a brief moment before you wrap your arms around him and hug him to your chest.
“We trust you, Y/N. That’s why we’re trying to be more open and let you in.”
You wished you could pause this moment and revel in it for a long while with you tangled in both their arms. You felt so safe with them which is something you had been desperately looking to attain for a long while even when you were with your ex. After you moved away from everything you knew, you struggled to find your footing and Holden didn’t make it easy. You always felt like you were falling through the cracks which strengthened you own resolve but you were tired. With these two men here, you could finally feel safe letting go.
“Wow, when I said multiple men, Y/N, I didn’t think you’d have them at one time.”, Holden echoed sarcastically as he leaned in the doorframe of your classroom.
As they turned to look at him, they took a few seconds to take him in before Eddie loudly cackled as a wide toothy grin painted Steve’s features. Your ex was dressed like the front man of one of his favorite bands, Corroded Coffin, but it was very haphazardly put together.
“Oh my god. Sorry, man. I can’t wait to show Gareth this. He’s going to flip shit when he sees how assholes perceive him.” Eddie continues to laugh as he takes a picture with his phone.
“So you are thee Holden?”, the mogul asks as he sizes up the man in front of him.
“I am and I don’t appreciate the condescension.”
“Well, we don’t appreciate the way you treat and talk to Y/N so we’ll call it even. We’ve actually been dying to meet you. We heard what you said yesterday about still being this beautiful woman’s Daddy.”
“Oh, you heard that huh? Good. Trust me, boys, you can’t handle a little brat like her.”
“Is that why you put your hands on her?”
“Please. I don’t know what she told you but I know her. She’s a needy thing that likes it a lot rougher than most girls.”, he shrugs.
Steve sarcastically smiles turning towards Eddie who does the same.
“See, Holden, there’s a few problems with that. The first being, that little one there…she’s ours. You put your hands on something that doesn’t belong to you.” The mogul moves out of the way as the rockstar’s fist flies, hitting your ex in the nose before grabbing him and shoving him to the ground. “Secondly, she does like it rough but she consents to that with us. She told you no and, Holden, no means no. Can you say that for me?”
“Fuck you, dick!”
This time Steve’s the one that punches him.
“Try again.”
It takes a couple more smacks before he finally submits.
“No means no! Fuck, I’m sorry.”
“We know, bud. Come on now. On your feet. Good boy.”, Eddie responds calmly as he guides the man to a standing position clinging to his collar. “But we aren’t the ones you should be apologizing to.” Shoving him in front of you, they wait for him to continue and when he doesn’t the rockstar’s ringed hand smacks the back of his head. “Go on, dumbass. Geez, what did you see him?”
You smirk as your eyes narrow playfully in his direction.
“I-I-I’m sorry, Y/N.”
As Holden glances towards Steve, the man rolls his eyes as he gives him a keep going motion with his hand.
“Um, I’m sorry for hurting you on our date and calling you a whore. I, uh, and for bothering you at work e-e-even though we agreed I wouldn’t.”
“And?”
“And what?!”, your ex yelled sarcastically causing Eddie to push him to his knees.
“Holden, we heard you talk about her weight and from what she’s told us we know it’s not the first time.”
“I find it amusing that you seem to think most men can’t handle her ‘proportions’ yet your way is to bring her down and make her feel like she’s unattractive. That really is a shame because quite honestly she’s the most beautiful woman we’ve met and that’s without taking into account how fucking sexy her body is.” Holden’s eyes meet yours as Steve speaks. “I also think it’s interesting she seems to think she’s a brat to yet, Ed, have we experienced that side of her yet?”
“Nope. I mean she’s a bit sarcastic but I wouldn’t say bratty. More than anything she’s confident and knows what she wants. Nothing a Daddy can’t handle.”
The mogul sunk down on his heels to get on your ex’s level.
“That’s why you lost her. You, little boy, thought you could handle a woman like Y/N. MEN can handle her attitude and her proportions. Do you know why?”
“Because we don’t see it as something that needs to be handled.”, the rockstar answers for him. “We wouldn’t have her any other way.”
“I’m sorry, Y/N. I promise I’ll leave you be.”, Holden sighs as his head hangs.
“Good boy.”, Steve praises as they help him to his feet again and dusts off his outfit. “Come on, baby.”
He reaches for your hand and you immediately take it, walking with them towards the door before they both pause.
“Oh and Holden.” The man lifts his mask to his forehead making your ex’s eyes widen. “If you ever hurt her again, we won’t be so nice. I have some friends in high places.”
“Honestly, buddy, it’s best if you just not talk to her at all unless it involves school. Trust us, we’ll find out if you cross anymore lines.”, Eddie adds as he lifts his own mask and winks.
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“Where are we?”, you ask as Steve takes out a set of keys and jiggles it in the lock.
You knew they weren’t taking you home when they passed all the regular streets it took to get there but when they stopped at a building that wasn’t a hotel you became curious.
“Our place.”, he answers as he slowly opens their front door and gestures for you to enter.
They watch with amused eyes as you gradually step forward and take in their massive apartment. The living room was spacious and open with tall ceilings and large glass doors that opened to a pool on their balcony. Beyond that you were able to see the beautiful city lights that made you smile. Maneuvering down a hallway, the first room you found had to be Steve’s with the strong cologne smell that made you swoon.
There was a large bed in the corner with a small gym area he created off to the side. Your fingers ran along his suits in his closet but you were more fascinated by the polo and t-shirts you had yet to see him in. Against the wall by his window was his desk and you took in all the paperwork scattered across the wood.
A framed photo by his bed catches your eye and you pick it up, giving it a good once over before flashing it in his direction. The photo was one he had taken one of the many times you went to go visit him during his business trips. You had both been talking on the balcony of his hotel with one of his shirts wrapped around your naked frame. While you were leaning over the railing looking out into city below, he had come up behind you, wrapping his arms your waist as he kissed your cheek and snapped the image.
“You have a picture of me?”
“I have a lot of pictures of you.”
“I know I mean…”, you giggle. “You have a picture of me by your bed in a frame.”
“Yeah, of course. I like that your face is one of the last things I see before I fall asleep.”
He softly smiles your way and you feel like your heart is going to explode.
“I have one to.”, Eddie beams as he gestures across the way and you immediately head towards his room.
A wide smile painted your feature when you entered the rockstars area and were promptly hit with the smell of cigarettes and his own signature body scent. Along the walls were posters of other metal bands and guitars he had collected over the years. His floor was littered with his own clothes and on his dresser you took note of the many fantasy books you had actually begun reading so you could understood what he enjoyed.
On his bedside table there were a few photos of different people. One was of a gorgeous woman who looked exactly like him that you assumed was his mother. Another was of him with an older gentleman rolling his eyes backstage at one of their concerts wearing a Corroded Coffin t-shirt as Eddie threw his arm around him throwing up the rock n’ roll symbol with his tongue hanging out.
Beside that was his picture of you at one of the after-concert parties you attended with him and his friends. You were sitting on his lap with his arms tangled around you as his forehead rested against your cheek with you both tenderly grinning.
“We thought, maybe, we could give you our key and that way when you miss us you can come here or maybe even…I mean if you’d want to…”
“You could move in with us.”, Steve finished for his friend with as much a shake in his voice as the other. “Of course, you don’t have to but we just wanted you to know the option was there and—”
Your lips cut him off as you jumped into his arms and kissed him almost desperately. After defending you, protecting you, missing you, and showing you how much they genuinely seem to care, you needed to show them how appreciative you were and how much you felt the same.
Stumbling forward, you both fall onto Eddie’s bed, his mouth never leaving yours as he shuffles off his suit jacket and tries to unbutton his shirt before getting distracted trying to grind his lower half against your own. A mischievous chuckle emits from your lips as you take hold of his collar and rip his shirt open, your palm running up his warm, hairy chest as his moans vibrate through him.
After throwing your halo headband to the side, he does the same with his and grips your back as he rolls you on top of him. Noticing you struggle to remove your wings; Eddie comes up behind you and assists, making you smile as you tilt towards him to taste his lips. His hand clings to the back of your neck as Steve’s own begin to roam along your sides to your tits over the fabric of your dress.
Carefully the rockstar unhooks your garment and delicately lifts it over your head and the mogul immediately takes advantage of the opportunity, hastily sitting up to press his face in the valley of your breasts as he open mouth kisses your skin.
“No underwear, sweetheart? Naughty girl.”, Eddie teases as you press Steve’s head closer to you, feeling his fingers travel up to unhook your bra. “Wait, Steven.”
The man pauses as you both watch his friend scurry to quickly grab your halo and place it back on your head, beaming down at you as he gently brushes some of your hair away from your face and kisses your cheek.
“Our angel.”
After pushing Steve flat against the mattress, you fumble with his belt and unbuckle his pants as he helps you push them down his legs. A loud groan escapes his chest when you soft hand wraps around his cock and your tongue licks the precum off his tip.
“Fuck. D-Don’t tease Daddy, baby.”
“Or what?”
A ringed hand lightly but firmly comes down on your behind making you squeak and pout. Unhooking your jaw, you took him into your mouth, flattening your tongue, always remembering what they told you.
We like messy.
You whine around him when you’re spanked again but it turns into a moan when two fingers effortlessly slide into your folds.
“Atta girl. I know how much you like the way my fingers move.”, Eddie coos in a husky tone that has you clenching around him.
Steve’s hand rested on the back of your head as he guided your rhythm, grunting and groaning as you gagged around him.
“There you go, honey. Fuck, that’s it. Taking me so well down that little throat of yours. Let-Let me take over.”
After giving him the ok, his grip tightens in your hair as he thrusts his hips and his friend matches his pace. You were overwhelmed with sensations as you choked around him and your stomach began to tighten at the impending orgasm building up inside you.
Tugging on your hair, Steve leaned his forehead against yours as you panted, not needing to be told to keep stroking his cock with your hand.
“That’s it, baby girl. Fuck, are you about to cum on Daddy’s fingers?” Your big, blown out eyes locked with his as you nodded and felt his dick twitch in your hand. “You’re so fucking perfect, Y/N. We’re gonna fuck you so hard and ruin you for anyone else. Do you want that?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Yes Daddy what?”
“Yes Daddy I want you both to ruin me. Oh my god.”, you whine loudly as the coil snaps and Steve’s lips crash to yours as he swallows down your moans.
Rolling you over, he grabs your ankles and drags you till your lower half is hanging off the edge of the bed with you on your tummy. You squeak when his palm comes down hard on your behind before lifting one of your legs onto the mattress and guiding his thick cock into your core.
In this position, you felt like he was stretching you in half as he slowly but firmly pumped his hips.
“Daaaaddddy…”
Leaning over your back, his fingers gripped your jaw as his lips hovered over your ear.
“You can take it, baby. I know you can. Fuck, you’re so fucking tight.” Steve fell against your shoulder and you both grunted when he delivered you a few hard thrusts practically punching the air from your lungs. “That’s a…a good girl.”
Standing to his full height, he picked up his pace as the sound of skin slapping skin filled the room. You were so enthralled in the euphoria you didn’t even notice when a now naked Eddie was stroking his cock in front of you.
You tried to lift your head but you struggled which Steve noticed, slowing down to drop your leg and take hold of both your wrists to help pull you back while giving him more leverage to pound into your cunt.
“Jesus, princess. You look so drunk on his dick right now I don’t think you can handle mine.”
“Ah…no, please, Daddy. I-I-I can handle it.”
“Are you sure? It looks like you won’t have much control.”, he replies with slight mocking knowing already you don’t care.
“I trust you both.”
Smirking, he scoots himself closer to you, threading his fingers in your hair and guiding your lips around his length.
“Shit, sweetheart, you take us both so well. I think you were made for us.”
Occasionally tugging you back, Eddie allowed you to collect some air as you moaned. When he realized you were close to your climax, he cupped your jaw and stroked his cock with his hand as you licked and sucked on his balls.
“Fuck, Y/N, I’m gonna fuck you so fucking hard, you’ll be feeling me for weeks. Now that we showed that asshole who you belong to you can show him how your Daddies take care of you.”
Leaning your sweaty forehead against his upper thigh, he continued to hold you as you panted against his skin before a loud scream ripped through you and you came.
“God fucking damn it!”, Steve shouted as he folded over you and chased his high, slamming into you with rough abandon until you felt him coat your insides.
Ringed fingers petted your hair out of your face as soft kisses landed on your temple.
“Color, baby?”
“Green, Daddy. Thank you.”
“Color, Steven?!”, Eddie chuckles at the other man who falls back first onto the bed breathing heavily.
“Green…fuck…”
“Good.” Yanking you further up the bed, you giggle as he places you on your back, grinning down at you as he quickly grabs a pillow and puts it under your hips.
Tilting down, he gives you a gentle peck on the lips.
“My turn.”
Balancing on his knees, you mewl as he slides his cock into your entrance and watch as his face scrunches in pleasure. Taking ahold of your legs, he lifts them over his shoulders on either side of his neck straight in the air making your eyes roll and shut.
As his fingers dug into the meat of your waist, he clung to you as he kept his promise and pounded his length deep inside of you, hitting your sensitive spot repeatedly.
“Atta girl. Fuck, this pussy is so good. You’re just…choking my dick…baby.”
“Please, Daddy.”
“What do you need? Tell Daddy, sweetheart.”
Taking a hold of his palm, you brought his digits to your mouth and an audible groan left his chest as your tongue wet the tips.
“Touch me. Please.”
When his fingers began rubbing fast circles into your clit, you knew you wouldn’t last too much longer.
“Jesus.” Rolling his waist, his hand reached out to grip your throat and you nodded, pleading with your eyes for him to get you there. Eddie’s grunts were like music and you moaned his title as your legs began to shake and you came. Dropping your limbs, he fell on top of you, aggressively thrusting his hips to elongate your high.
“Fuck, Daddy. I need you to cum. Please…”
With your encouragement and a few more sloppy pumps, his release warmed your insides.
The rockstar couldn’t help but groan happily when your fingers started running through his hair.
“I like when you do that.”
“You make it sound like girls don’t play with your hair.”, you smile. Glancing towards Steve, your eyes widened when he shook his head. “No? Not even your fluffy head of hair?”
“Hm. Nope, honey. Just you.”
Eddie whines when his friend pokes his side, silently ushering him to get off you so they could get you clean. As you tried to get to your feet, you wobbled a bit and that was enough for the metalhead to lift you into his arms and carry you to his bathroom.
“Told you he had a big bathtub.”, the mogul teased as the other man stuck out his tongue. “Shit. We don’t really have any…”
“Girly smells?”, Eddie tries to help by finishing his sentence making you laugh.
“I don’t mind. I like smelling like you two.”
They both softly smile as they guide you in and take care of you, falling asleep as they began to dress you in some of Eddie’s clothes.
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When you woke up, you were slightly thrown off guard, forgetting for a moment you had spent the night with them. Shuffling out of bed, you found both men out on their patio smoking a cigarette. As they spoke you couldn’t help but visually take them in. Eddie looked incredibly comfortable in his black sweats, wild hair, and bare chest, bearing his many tattoos for all to see should anyone be looking out their window. Steve had on his boxers and a Hawkins University shirt that was tight enough that you could see almost every muscle along his upper body.
They both seemed so calm as they spoke to each other and that made you happy. With the lives they had they deserved peace and you were glad you could give that to them in some way.
“Ah ha. So the business tycoon Steven Harrington DOES smoke.”, you jest as you exit their apartment onto the balcony.
“Told you.”, Eddie chuckles as he makes room for you to sit between his legs and lean against his chest in the lawn chair he was sitting in. When his arms circled around you, you immediately felt safe.
“Y/N, we, um, we wanted to talk to you about something.” Steve’s tone made you nervous as your body visibly stiffened. “No, hey, no. It’s not bad or anything.”, he soothed as he took a seat in the chair across from you both. “We just…it’s a big step and—”
“Steve wants to know if you would like to come to an event with us next weekend.” The mogul sighed as his friend shrugged. “You were taking too long.”
“In what capacity?”, you ask.
“It, uh, wouldn’t be like as a girlfriend but, um, we don’t want you to think we don’t see you that way. It’s just…a taboo I guess that…”
“Don’t you make deals for a living?”
“Jesus! Then you tell her, Edward.”, Steve growls.
“You think of me like a girlfriend?”
Both men exchange a glance before the man in front of you tilts his head.
“Yeah, I mean, if you want to be.”
“After Gina we said we wanted to take things slow with the next girl we were intimate with but Y/N we trust you. We wouldn’t have brought you here if we didn’t.”
“Of course, because of the circumstance there are some stipulations—”
“Stipulations?”
“Yes, for example, when Gina would go out with us she and we would tell people that we were just friends.”
“Which would mean the paparazzi are going to make assumptions a lot about us and another girl we even talk to. Other women will continue to flirt and try to touch us…” Eddie cringed as he spoke and you could tell they both hated what they were telling you.
“And you would let them?”
“No. Hey fuck no. Y/N, that’s not how we are. We would tell them or anyone to fuck off but we just want you to be prepared.”
“What about me? If I’m showing up and presented as a friend…men will hit on me and touch me in front of you.”
Steve’s jaw tightened as he glared off into the New York skyline.
“You’re right, sweetheart. They will. But we just watched you tell us to fuck off when you didn’t know it was us sitting beside you. And you know any unwanted touches… we can break their fucking hands.”
“That’s not the only attention I would get either right? If people know we’re friends, they’ll pry and ask me questions about you guys. Try to get scandalous details. I may even lose some people I imagine.”
Your head hangs as you sigh before Eddie sits up and shifts you around so he can see your face.
“I’m sorry we have to keep bringing her up, Y/N, but Gina shattered, fucking SHATTERED our trust in most people. Everything you mentioned, she did and then some. She took advantage of the opportunities and made them work for her. We’ve spent almost 4 some odd months getting to know you and we trust you way more than we ever did her and we knew her for years.”
“You don’t have to do this, honey, if you aren’t comfortable. We can wait a few months and talk about this later down the line. That’s not going to change how we feel about you. You’re ours and we’re yours.”, Steve added, lifting your chin with his fingers. “Tell us what you’re thinking, baby girl.”
“What’s the event?”
“A charity thing downtown.”
“I’m a little scared. I don’t know how to be at something like that.”
Eddie smiles as he kisses your temple.
“Neither do I, sweetheart. That’s Steve’s territory.”
“Please, that’s my parent’s thing. If anything, I’m good at faking it.”, the mogul grins as he caresses your cheek. “So…do you want to come with us?”
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“Oh.. hell yea baby bounce on it”
You and Steve have been together for 5 months now. Met in college, specifically art class, he was forced to take an elective, anything for him to graduate. That’s when he saw you in the middle of the room.. naked. Well kinda, there was a long white sheet wrapped around you. Figure drawing was that days subject.
You seemed happy? Not at all flustered having all eyes on you, Steve was a bit intimidated, not only because of how beautiful you looked and all, but everything about you made the whole room glow. And made the bulge in his pants grow.
After class he was the last one out, he wanted to talk to you, little were you aware he was stuck behind in the room; that’s when you dropped the sheet to put your clothes back on. You both screamed in sync and he scrambled out of the door faster than you could’ve blinked.
Later that afternoon, you seen him in the library and came up to him to talk about the book he was reading. He was surprised you didn’t mention the incident, and since then you two hit it off.
He knew you were a virgin, so heavy make out sessions, mutual masturbation and lots of oral was the base of your guys relationship.
You woke up, extremely needy and horny. No vibrator or dildo could sedate your craving other than Steve. He wanted to take his time with you, telling you that you’ll know when the time is right. He made a mistake years ago losing his to quickly so in his terms, he’s doing you a favor. In your terms, he’s torturing you.
You swear he gets off on it.
You’ve been rubbing your pussy up against your hand every five seconds at work, coaxing him through sexy texts and lewd photos. Trying to give him the heads up you’re ready for him to finally fuck you. Or “make love” as he’d exclaim. same shit
He’s usually arrived home by the time you get off of work and today, you were definitely worked; panties have been sticking to your cunt since 10 this morning
“I need you now!” you shout kicking your shoes off and tossing your bag elsewhere, meanwhile, he’s wide-eyed, staring at you with a mouth full of cereal
“Pardon?”
“Steve baby please I love you so much but I need your cock in me right now, I’ve been so horny all day, I mean I can literally smell myself through my own pants right now,” you admit ridding him of the bowl, climbing into his lap, immediately grinding your hips
He scoffs.
“Baby we’ve been through this.. damn, really can smell it huh?” he replies cursing himself, biting his lip, “I thought we were going to wait? you know I want it to be special for you”—
“and it will be, please I promise I’m ready” you pout
The heavy feeling of you has him already babbling.
—“just like that baby, bounce it a little bit — y-yeah that’s it there we go,” he strains bucking, his hips up into yours, cock fully solid
“yeah? like that daddy?”—
“Don’t! Stop that.. fuck, don’t call me that, you know what that does to me”
“what does it do hm?” you lean down to nip his ear, “does it make you wanna fuck my brains out?”
He growls, moving your hips faster “What the fuck are you doing? Why are you doing this to me, fuck! keep bouncin, keep boucin that hot pussy on my dick sweetheart oh— shit”—
“Come on Stevie you know you want it, you’ve been dying to feel my pussy squeeze it, anytime with you will be s-speacial, just.. PLEASE!” you, almost in tears, begging; your thighs are burning the faster and harder you grind
“Ahhh, fuck it, get up!”, he demands angrily and eagerly ripping your pants and soaked panties off—
“Open those fuckin legs, ill make ya feel real special tonight”
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EXPLICIT CONTENT • MINORS DNI • older!daddy!dom!Steve Harrington x bratty!fem!reader • Includes daddy kink, teasing, jealousy/possessiveness, implied age gap (reader 20’s or 30’s, Steve 40’s or 50’s) rough sex, talking back, spanking, oral, and fluff ♥️
All semblance of calm left Steve’s eyes the moment he saw what you were wearing. Normally, he enjoyed the little ‘show,’ you put on for him before leaving for a night out with your girlfriends. But not this time.
You pranced down the stairs in quite possibly the shortest mini skirt Steve had ever seen. In fact, he wasn’t sure the strip of material could even be called a skirt at all. The way it hugged your body, accentuating the curve of your hips and tummy, made Steve’s cock twitch despite his surprise. You were gorgeous. And not to mention, the blouse you were wearing: soft, thin fabric that barely concealed your bra-less breasts beneath it, nipples poking prominently through the sheer material.
Steve could feel the jealousy boiling in his stomach; he didn’t want any other man or woman in Hawkins to see what belonged to him, what only HE was privileged enough to see. He could be a bit domineering at times, and perhaps that was an understatement. But you loved pressing Steve’s buttons, testing his jealousy. Sometimes, you’d openly flirt with other men in front of Steve, because you knew the ‘punishment,’ for your behavior would be fucking WORTH IT.
Steve’s jaw was tight as he watched you descend the stairs. You caught the look immediately, and a little thrill shivered inside you. This is exactly the response you’d hoped to inspire. So you decided to go all-in with your teasing little game.
“Do you like my outfit, Daddy?” you asked, blinking up at him innocently. Steve pressed his lips together a moment before speaking, as if choosing his words carefully. “You dressed yet?” he asked, and you giggled.
“Of course I’m dressed, silly!” you replied, resting your hands lightly on his chest. “Your eyes must be playing tricks on you, old man.”
It was said with levity, in a playful tone, but Steve was not amused. You often teased him about his age when you wanted him to fuck you stupid, like now, and show you exactly what a man his age could DO…
Steve grit his teeth behind his lips. “Oh yeah?” he said. “Well, if you were dressed, would it be this easy for me to grab a handful of your ass?”
You winced as Steve’s palm slid in an instant beneath your skirt and squeezed one side of your ass, hard. The thrill inside you grew, going straight to your core.
“Well you do have big hands, Daddy,” you mused, sinking yourself against Steve’s warm palm.
“Mmm-hmm,” Steve agreed. “And you know what Daddy can do with his hands, don’t you Princess?”
He abruptly pulled his hand away and spanked the cheek of your ass he’d been gripping. A little gasp of surprise and excitement left your lips, and you smiled in spite of the act you were pulling. Steve was NOT smiling, however. He was pissed.
“Give me one good reason why I should let you go out tonight half naked,” he said, his voice low. You shook your head, feigning ignorance. “I don’t understand,” you responded. “I’m wearing a skirt and a blouse. That hardly makes me naked-.”
Another swat on your ass silenced you.
“Don’t talk back to me, (y/n),” Steve warned. The darkness in his tone sent your heart fluttering, warmth pooling between your legs. Both of Steve’s hands were on your ass now, massaging you, kneading roughly.
“You think I’d let you show everyone in this town what’s mine, and only mine?” he asked, pulling you a little closer. “Think I’d let you trot this pussy all over Hawkins like it’s nothing? Like it doesn’t belong to me…?”
You shivered as Steve’s hand slid between your thighs, cupping your pussy in his large, warm palm. Steve’s lip curved in a grin at your response, at feeling how soaking wet you were.
“Aww,” he cooed, massaging your slick between the folds of your pussy, purposefully neglecting your clit. “Looks like somebody’s misbehaving on purpose…”
Your eyes lolled back as Steve pressed two fingers inside you easily, considering how wet you were already. You moaned at the thickness of his touch inside you, the way he instantly found your g-spot and curved his fingers around it. “Oh baby,” Steve purred against your ear as you sank your forehead into his chest. “That’s right, thats my girl…”
You buried your nose against the coarse hair of Steve’s chest, inhaling the familiar scent of him, letting his warmth consume you. “Such a good girl…such a good girl for Daddy…” Steve‘s voice was like syrup, sweet and soothing as he gently stroked inside your pussy. “Gave in so easily…” You frowned, momentarily caught off guard. “Didn’t give her Daddy any trouble at all,” Steve murmured sweetly. “Just a couple of fingers up her cunt, and she forgets how to be a brat…”
You lifted your head from Steve’s chest, meeting his eyes. He was smirking at you, fingers buried to his knuckles in your cunt. He clearly thought he’d won, that he’d broken you. But it wasn’t a gentle fuck you were after; you wanted to be punished. A soft fingering wasn’t going to be enough; and you realized that unless you showed Steve that you were still VERY much a brat, he wasn’t going to be convinced…
So with all the strength you could muster, considering how fucking amazing Steve’s fingers felt up your cunt, you looked up at him and said with a straight face, “I have somewhere to be, Daddy.” You pushed Steve’s arm out from between your legs, lifting off his fingers with a wet squelch. “You’ll just have to play with my pussy later…”
Steve’s lips curved into a circle of surprise; he had NOT been anticipating this from you. But his demeanor shifted quickly to something much darker, his eyes staring you down intensely. “Later?” he muttered, his voice like ice. “You’re gonna make me wait, Princess?”
Your heart raced once again as you nodded, happy to see this darker Steve returning.
“The hell I will,” Steve growled. His hand found your hair, fingers clutching it just tightly enough not to hurt. You tried not to smile, but it was difficult to hide it. THIS was the Steve you’d been trying to provoke.
He led you by your hair to the nearby sofa, pushing you down so your ass was facing him. Another hard swat of his palm against it had you wincing, grinning freely into the couch cushions where Steve couldn’t see. “Fucking brat,” Steve murmured over your back, moving to straddle you. “Full of surprises tonight, aren’t you Princess?”
Steve pulled the skirt up over your ass and spanked you again, leaving a mark this time which he quickly soothed with his palm. You didn’t mind Steve roughing you up, but he was worried sometimes about going too far and accidentally hurting you. “You good, Princess?” he asked, and you quickly replied “yes, Daddy. But I wish you’d spank me next.”
Steve almost laughed out loud at your audacity, but restrained himself. He didn’t restrain his hand, however, and this time, his smack against your ass brought a tear to your eye. “Fuck yes,” you groaned into the couch cushion, your voice muffled but Steve could still hear it. He was on his knees behind you now, straddling your legs. His fingers slid under the waist of your thong panties and yanked them off of you, unintentionally ripping the elastic in his haste. “Oops,” he muttered under his breath, throwing the strip of fabric aside.
Steve took in the view of your bare ass, your cheeks crimson from his punishment. He pressed a hand to your back, sliding his palm down your spine, his touch lingering at the dip just above your ass. He leaned forward, taking a bit of your skin between his teeth. You flinched, your body tensing at the slight pain. Steve massaged your skin between his teeth, working his way across your ass, his hands on either side, groping.
When he was finished, Steve spread you open, and sank his face between your cheeks. You exhaled as his tongue slid down between your pussy lips and slowly up over your asshole. Steve continued to massage you, kneading your ass like dough in his strong hands. You arched your back, pressing your ass into his face. Steve obliged you, tilting his chin so you were now sitting on his face, the tip of his nose slipping between the lips of your pussy, his tongue lapping at your clit from behind.
Steve ate you like this till you were screaming his name, cum spraying his chin and trickling into his mouth like a small stream. He rutted his face between your lips letting you ride his nose as you came, breathing through his mouth in between swallowing your cum, grateful for every single drop. You were left shaking and crying into the couch, your mind and body completely fucked stupid. Steve had finally broken you, his little brat, and he smiled over your back at his victory, licking his slick lips and taking a moment to savor his win.
He flipped you over by your shoulders and hoisted you up onto the couch, your back against it. The look on your face was priceless: eyes glassy, half-lidded and dumb, your mouth hanging open lazily as you readily accepted whatever else your Daddy wanted to do to you. He knelt against the couch with one knee, eyes fixed on yours as he undid his pants. You were lost in a haze of bliss, taking in the sight of Steve’s drenched face and shirt, the smell of your pussy filling the air between you. He spit on his cock and pumped it a few times in his fist, lining himself up with your entrance.
In one hard thrust, Steve entered you fully, his balls slapping wet against your sopping cunt. He growled low in his chest, your wet heat enveloping and sucking him as he pulled his hips backward. Thrusting into you again, you felt the breath knocked out of your lungs. THIS is the fucking you’d needed Steve to give you, making you come harder than you ever had before and then stuffing you with his cock to do it all again…
He punched your insides like he was actually angry, hands locked around your hips, not letting you escape, even as you bucked and whimpered against his chest. Steve panted into your hair, dusting it off your shoulders as he fucked your ass into the couch. Your body was weak, depleted from the sheer power of the climax you’d just had on Steve’s face. He knew you could do it again, however, could already feel another orgasm building within you as your walls trembled around him.
“Come on, Princess,” he soothed, his forehead pressed to yours as he thrusted deep inside you. “You can do it…come for Daddy, baby…” Steve’s voice was so gentle it made you weak, the scent of your cunt on his breath as he spoke sending you over the edge. Your legs shook around Steve’s waist, your heels kicking into his ass as he pummeled your cunt. The room around you went white as your eyes squeezed shut, the force of your orgasm rocking you even harder than the one before it. Steve’s cock was prodding your deepest space, nearly splitting you in half. It would have been painful, SHOULD have been painful, but your body was too lost in the intensity of your climax to know it.
He moaned your name against your ear, a beautiful desperation and love in his tone. “Come for me, Daddy,” you begged, a hot tear streaming down your cheek. “Come inside this pussy…it belongs to you…”
At that, Steve lost the last bit of restraint he had, growling into your shoulder as he emptied himself against your cervix. You felt his cum filling you, breeding you, marking you once again as his, and only his.
Steve’s chest was wet with sweat and your cum soaked into his shirt. He gently lifted off of you, panting down at you, and smiled. You lifted your face to meet Steve’s, nuzzling the tip of your nose against his, still wet with your slick. “I love you, Daddy,” you breathed, a soft smile spreading your lips.
Steve kissed you, deeply, his cum-soaked tongue folding gently with yours. He pulled back and sleepily blinked down at you, grinning. “Love you too, Princess.”
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𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬
word count : 2.4k
pairing : steve harrington x reader x eddie munson
warnings : 18+ heavy smut, dark!steve, soft!eddie, crybaby!reader, predatory kink, oral (male and female receiving), face slapping, size kink, dirty talk, praise, degradation, threesome, spanking, swearing, daddy kink, dumbification, bimbofication, breeding kink (steve), and kinda exhibitionism at the end
minors please dni (do not interact!), due to 18+ content.
part two
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steve harrington could have sworn your skirts were getting shorter and shorter as the days went on.
and eddie munson agreed.
the two boys watched closely as you pranced around the henderson house in nothing but a lacy bralette and the shortest pink skirt either of them had ever seen.
"do you think she's doing it on purpose?" eddie leaned over and whispered to steve as the two of them watched you reach for a glass that had inconveniently been placed on one of the top shelves.
"of course she's doing it on purpose!" steve scoffed. "no way this whole show she's putting on is accidental." he remarked while leaning down slightly to get a clear view of your gorgeous pink panties.
as you turned around you began to make your way back into the living room where the two teenagers were sitting with your younger brother and all of their friends.
"here." you mumbled quietly while handing dustin the large glass of orange juice that he had requested a few minutes prior.
"thanks y/n!" he exclaimed while beaming up at you with a toothy grin.
"yea of course." you responded while smiling at the small group of friends before swiftly making your way towards the upstairs staircase.
to tell the truth you did enjoy all of the attention you were getting from the two older boys in dustin’s friend group. it made you feel somewhat special.
the first time they had ever come over you weren't aware of your brothers unexpected guests. so when you walked downstairs in nothing but a towel what else could they do but gawk?
ever since that day you had made it your absolute goal to have them fawning over you every time they came over.
you weren't quite sure what you were trying to accomplish with this little performance of yours .. but you did know that it was fun to play with their emotions.
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"hey henderson? i really gotta use the bathroom. can i go upstairs?" steve asked dustin.
"mhm hmm" dustin replied sheepishly as he tried to focus on the map he had been studying for the past thirty minutes.
steve stood up from the couch and slowly made his way towards the staircase before he felt a warm hand that had been covered in metal rings grab onto his wrist.
"where do you think you're going?" eddie interrogated.
“…the bathroom?" steve responded questionably.
"cut the crap harrington. i know you're only going up there to see y/n." eddie scolded.
"so what if i am?" steve viciously spat back.”you're telling me that if you had the opportunity to sleep with y/n you wouldn't take it?”
"i-i-well." eddie stuttered.
"exactly." the harrington boy responded bluntly before starting to make his way up the carpeted staircase.
suddenly he turned around once more to face eddie and snapped. "well are you coming or not?" the harsh tone in his voice revealing his sexual frustration.
eddie’s eyes widened in shock despite hurriedly following steve up the narrow passageway and rushing towards your bedroom door.
suddenly both teenagers abruptly burst through the barricade that had previously separated the two of them from you.
before you had the chance to react steve slowly began to stalk towards your place on the bed while you stared up at him in utter disbelief.
“well..well..well” the boy began.
something had changed in steve’s demeanour. his tone had changed. his body language had changed.
“no where to run now.”
a predatory look had settled on his face and his eyes had become much darker than before.
eddie had noticed this change too. he noticed how you had almost shrunken in your seat on the bed and how tears had begun to slightly well in your beautiful eyes.
“you think that parading around in these skimpy little outfits would grab our attention?” steve continued.
your lip quivered slightly as he drew his palm to your face and gently tugged at your lip with his thumb.
“such gorgeous lips... i’ll almost feel bad forcing my cock through them..” he trailed off.
you whimpered at his harsh words as a warm tear slowly rolled down your cheek.
“aww baby there’s no need to cry.” eddie spoke up sympathetically.
“don’t praise her ed. she doesn’t deserve it. knew exactly what she was doing.” steve demanded as his hands flew to his jeans to hurriedly undo his belt.
“i-i didn’t mean too..” you started quietly, trying to find the words to explain how you felt when suddenly you felt a harsh sting on your right cheek.
“don’t fucking lie to us.” steve growled as you realized he had backhanded you across the face.
a warmth had began to form in your lace panties and your face had flushed pink with arousal and embarrassment.
eddie made his way over to the bed and started to softly stroke the back of your hair with his ring clad hands.
“it’s gonna be okay sweetheart. stevie and i just need a little help. is that okay?”
you melted into eddie’s warm body as he held you tightly to his chest.
“mhm hmh” you approved.
“good girl. now why don’t you get down on your knees and open up that pretty little mouth of yours?”
you nodded into eddie’s chest and slowly climbed off the bed and onto the floor.
“see steve? don’t need to be rough with her. our perfect girl.” he praised you sweetly.
“yea well she’s never gonna learn her lesson otherwise munson.” steve grunted in response before his large cock sprung forth from his restraining calvin klein boxers.
you gawked at the size of his erection as he lowly chuckled to himself while yanking on your hair so that your mouth was angled upwards.
“open up brat.” he demanded.
your quivering lips slowly parted for him and without warning he instantly rammed himself down your throat.
you gagged at the sudden force and your vision quickly became blurry with more tears.
“aww poor pathetic baby.. can barely take all of me in her little mouth huh?” steve mocked while pumping himself in and out off your soft lips.
eddie sat on the bed watching in complete awe. you looked so perfectly helpless and fucked out. his cock hardened at the sight of you and instantly wished it was him on the receiving end.
steve glanced up and immediately noticed the desperation that had set in the boys eyes.
gently yanking your hair he brought your head back to unattach itself from his girth. your lips popped together as you stared up at him in wonder and submission.
“hey munson, why don’t you come over here and give it a try.” steve encouraged.
eddie eagerly jumped up from his place on the bed and began to quickly unzip his fly and rip his pants off as his sexual frustration grew more and more.
just then his enormous erection sprang out from his restricting boxers and immediately was taken between your warm lips.
eddie groaned out in pleasure as steve watched in approval.
“looks like our dumb baby is finally learning who’s in charge.” he prasied while stroking his own cock. “such a perfect slut for us.”
you moaned into eddie’s shaft while licking a firm strip up the large protruding vein on the back of his dick.
tears continued to stream down your face as you choked on the munson boy’s boner and mangled moans escaped from the back of your throat. neither steve or eddie were sure how much more of this they could take. you looked like an absolute wreak. the fresh coat of mascara you had applied earlier was now smudged, your hair was tangled in both their fingers while drool, precum, and tears dripped down your chin and onto your hot pink bralette.
steve moaned loudly, pumping even faster as hot white liquid erupted from his cock and painted itself across your face and chest.
this sent eddie over the edge and a warm liquid coated your tongue as you eagerly swallowed every last salty drop.
“holy fuck!” eddie exclaimed.
you gazed up in expectance at the two boys who were now peering down at you through glassy eyes.
“you did so well angel.” steve praised while picking you up gently and laying you on the bed.
“do you think you deserve a reward honey?” he questioned sincerely.
you whimpered into your little pink pillow while nodding apologetically at him.
“aww okay honey, come here.” steve coaxed while positioning his body behind you to support your back.
eddie laid himself down between your legs and carefully pulled your lace panties down your legs and hung them on the post of your bed triumphantly.
the boys mischievously exchanged glances before steve’s fingers immediately plunged into your soaking wet pussy and eddies tongue quickly found its way to your sensitve bud.
the pleasure was almost instantly overwhelming and your body promptly jolted forward before steve’s right arm hooked itself around your waist so you couldn’t struggle too much.
eddie chuckled into your heat as his cool metal rings began to trace shapes through the arousal that was oozing between your thighs.
the sudden change in temperature intensified the pleasure even more and you found yourself almost immediately moaning into steve’s tanned chest.
“d-da-daddy” you panted while the boy stared down at you in admiration.
suddenly the attention that your needy pussy had previously been reciving was almost instantly lost.
you whined out in frustration while violently thrashing your legs around eddie’s head before he managed to grab a hold of your ankles and pin you down.
“what the fuck did you just say.” steve growled darkly into your ear.
“d-daddy!” you cried out pathetically.
eddie chuckled into your inner thigh. “aww baby…you shouldn’t have said that.” he groaned while jumping up from his place on the bed and standing over your naked body.
steve chuckled to himself before thrashing your body forward and positioning you over his knee.
your bare ass was on display for the two teenager boys and they couldn’t have been more pleased.
suddenly a harsh slap echoed throughout the room as a sharp sting was placed harshly on your left ass cheek.
“you wanna be a greedy little bitch…” steve growled into your ear. “.. then you’ll be treated like a greedy little bitch.”
you whimpered up at eddie but he only pouted at you mockingly.
“brought this on yourself princess.” he confessed.
you cried out as three more spanks were laid across your behind.
“are you gonna be a good girl for your daddies?” steve questioned angrily.
*smack
another one.
“or are you gonna be a needy slut that we only use for our pleasure.” he finished.
you cried out, completely unable to speak properly.
three more torturous smacks were laid across your ass.
“answer him!” eddie growled.
“i-i’ll-i’ll be a -a good girl for my daddies!” you whimpered out in agony.
“good.” steve and eddie both affirmed at the same time.
steve then gently scooped you into his arms and placed you back on the bed on your hands and knees.
climbing onto the bed he used his left hand to position his cock infront of your soaked enterance while his other hand gently traced over the red markings that he had made on your ass.
eddie stalked towards the bed before moving your head towards him so that it was just inches away from his restored erection.
suddenly you felt steve slam balls deep into your aching pussy and immediately wailed out in an overwhelming sensation pain and pleasure.
eddie took this as an invitation to shove his throbbing length through your lips and down your throat.
you choked around eddie’s girth and gasped desperately for air as you felt the two cocks absolutely stuff your holes.
“tsk tsk tsk” steve scolded before roughly using his leather belt to leave a harsh spank on your behind. “take it slow baby.. focus on the pleasure.”
you groaned out against eddie once more before carefully pumping your head up and down his length.
“our sweet girl..” eddie prasied causing your cheeks to blush softly.
slowly the pain that was previously overwhelming your sensitive pussy grew into pleasure and you felt yourself gasping out as you tried to reach your release point as fast as possible.
steve and eddie chuckled as you pathetically and needily swallowed their cocks.
“i-i need to - c - cum” you choked out around eddie’s erection.
“aww okay sweetheart… but only on one condition..” steve started.
“wha-“ you barely managed between breaths.
“you let me cum in you and breed this pretty pussy.” he coaxed gently.
“steve no!” you cried out. “i-i can’t get fucking pregnant!”
a sharp and painful sting formed on the left side of your ass. the fucker had bit you.
“watch your fucking mouth!” steve scolded. “now do you wanna cum or not? cause trust me when i say munson and i are more than happy to edge you all night.”
you cried out at his harsh words and felt eddie’s cock begin to twitch in your mouth.
“ah- no daddy please let me cum!” you screamed.
steve spanked your ass once again. “beg for it slut.” he spat.
“p - please please breed me daddy! i want your babies so much!! just please please let me cum daddy!! i swear i’ll be such a good girl for both of you!” you begged out pathetically.
“awww good.” steve approved. “our perfect little whore. go ahead baby you can cum.”
you immediately felt the coil that had been building up in your stomach snap as you and eddie reached your climax together and he began shooting his warm load down your throat.
your body lost itself in pleasure and you quickly felt your head become foggy and clouded.
steve’s orgasm followed soon after both yours and eddie’s. with a deep guttural groan his hot seed shot out from his cock and coated the interior of your pussy creating a warm, comforting feeling.
the room suddenly became silent. the three of you struggled to catch your breath while you begin register what had happened.
“wow.” steve broke the silence.
“wow.” eddie responded.
thats when the two boys looked down at you in concern and immediately began worriedly asking you a million questions about how you were feeling and what you needed.
“was i too mean to you baby? i’m so sorry angel..” steve coaxed while rubbing lotion on your swollen ass while eddie peppered kisses across your face.
in that moment you felt so much love and adoration from the two boys that it was perfect.
almost.
because before you knew your bedroom door swung open revealing your brother and the rest of his friends.
their eyes were wide with shock and mouths hung open in terror.
“what- the- fuck-!”
#stranger things#steve harrington#eddie munson#stranger things smut#steve harrington smut#eddie munson smut#steve harrington x reader x eddie munson#steve x reader x eddie#steddie#steddie smut#steddie x reader#steddie x reader smut#stranger things steddie#daddy steve harrington#daddy eddie munson#eddie munson daddy smut#steve harrington daddy smut#stranger things smut one shot#steddie stranger things
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dom!steve giving you some form of praise one day, thinking nothing of it, till he notices how red you got & then it clicks you have a praise kink - and he just doesnt let up on it 😵💫🤞🏼
CW: praise kink, ddlg vibes, daddy kink mention, Steve being a tease, shy reader
HE SO WOULD… he’s got a natural dad-like caregiver nature to him, and he’s just so perceptive. You’re taking things slow with him. A little shy at first, wanting to wait until you’re sure Steve isn’t going to use you for sex (spoiler alert: he isn’t), and Steve is completely understanding of that. But that doesn’t stop him from working out what your kinks are as if you’re a wide open book.
He knows you’re a sub. You must be, with how wide-eyed and docile you get at times, especially when he’s taking care of you somehow. Forehead kisses, reminding you to drink your water, telling you to remember your meds. You must have some semblance of little girl in you, with how excitable and small you seem sometimes. He’ll bet top dollar you have a daddy kink, too. Your blushing when he jokingly says come to daddy tells him so. These are all things he files away for later, curious to see if his predictions are correct.
But what he doesn’t expect is to find out how big your praise kink is. Like I said, he’s caring, always looking after you. When you do something he tells you to - something simple, like studying for that test you have coming up - it’s followed by a ruffle of your hair and a ‘good job. that’s my girl’. It’s unexpected for him, but hard to ignore the way your eyes go hazy and your cheeks get all warm.
He supposes you having a praise kink makes sense with the other kinks he thinks you have. It hits him how adorable it is, and he quickly tackles you into a hug, trying to expel his cuteness aggression.
“shhtebe!” You try to speak but your face is mushed into his sweater, and Steve just squeezes you harder.
“You’re so fucking cute. My perfect girl.”
And you just melt.
Yeah, Steve’s never letting up on this one.
#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington x reader smut#stranger things smut#steve harrington smut#steve harrington#daddy Steve Harrington#xoxosteve
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Show me a man and I’ll show you how babygirl he is
#love a man with a slutty waist#just look at him#babygirl material#stranger things#stranger things art#spookednsaucy#stranger things steve#punk!steve#daddy steve harrington#stranger things fanart#digital painting#digital fanart#punk steve harrington#punk Steve au
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M'sick. Feeling Little while M'sick? Not fun. Brains all fuzzy, don wanna do stuff, can't breath. Combo of dis sucks! Wish dat Daddy an Papa were here to help me get better. But I have all my Care Bear Stuffies an my Squishmallow Hettie or I call her Heidi. Got box of tissues, hopefully m'll have soup tomorrow to help ma throat
#age regression#agere community#sfw agere#sfw littlespace#little space stuff#stuffies#agere post#safe agere#i am sick#sick day#i hate being sick#daddy eddie munson#daddy steve harrington#steddie#caregiver#caregiver steve harrington#caregiver eddie munson
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pov: I find a good smut fic but it includes a daddy kink
#I hate daddy kinks sm#I wanna start a petition to ban daddy kinks#joel miller x reader#bucky barnes x reader#tony stark x reader#obi wan kenobi x reader#sirius black x reader#spencer reid x reader#aaron hotchner x reader#jim hopper x reader#derek hale x reader#steve rogers x reader#remus lupin x reader#steve harrington x reader#george weasley x reader#fred weasley x reader#dean winchester x reader#sam winchester x reader
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"Valentines Day is a capitalistic scam made to sell chocolate and flowers!" Eddie Munson bellowed, leaping to the top of a cafeteria table not even ten minutes into lunch.
"Do you think he was born like this, or just dropped on his head as a baby?" Heather asked, rolling her eyes as the super senior began waving his arms around, getting way too into his annual “anti-valentines day” rant.
Steve, who'd tuned out the dramatics in favor of trying to figure out how he could ditch school, only heard her because she’d begun running her foot up his leg.
Directly in front of Patrick.
As if half the school didn’t know he planned on asking her out after school.
Long over being a part of these kinds of games, Steve kicked out, forcing Heather’s leg off his.
He did it harder than he intended and immediately winced, as if he hadn’t meant to do it at all. Aimed a sad little look at her, softening his eyes in the way he knew ladies loved while murmuring a quiet "sorry.”
A pudding cup was offered as an additional apology--which Heather, thankfully, accepted.
Crisis averted, Steve used the movement of handing the cup over to get his legs well out of Heather's range. He had other things to think about today, and getting drawn into whatever drama Heather was trying to brew wasn’t on the list.
Particularly given the basketball team as a unit had started snubbing him out.
"Newsflash ladies! Your man isn't taking you to some shitty restaurant because he loves you, he's doing it because he hopes you'll give it to him in your car!" Munson continued, voice growing impossibly louder.
A crude gesture followed, involving hip thrusts and hand jabs.
Several of the cheerleaders shot him disgusted looks as he did it.
"Definitely dropped on his head." Carol said, glaring at Munson as his little group of freaks and geeks cheered him. "More than once."
Steve hummed an agreement, more on automatic than from actually listening. He knew how to look like he was paying attention, even if his head was deep in possible escape plans.
If he dipped at the last minute to the bathroom on the way to fifth period, Tommy wouldn't have time to stop him and he could make a break for his car…
That just left making up a plausible enough excuse as to why thee Steve Harrington, whose single status was the current hot topic of the school, left school early on Valentines Day.��
("Candy, sex, the overwhelming affection of all the ladies." Tommy drawled out that morning, practically preening. "Valentine's Day is the best holiday man. Just look at all this!"
He waved a hand at his locker, which was absolutely covered in paper hearts.
"The rally squad put hearts on the lockers of everyone on the basketball team, Tommy." Carol argued, rolling her eyes. "Steve’s is practically buried in them.”
Tommy opened his mouth to respond, no doubt with something else teasing and rude, but Carol’s elbow caught him in the gut first.
“If you keep acting like this you're not getting any sex." She warned.
"Aww baby, don't be like that. You know you're the only one for me." Tommy teased, with a wink that prompted Carol to smack him on the shoulder.
Laughing, he added: "Besides we can't fight or we'll miss our favorite game. Which poor gal thinks this year is the year Steve will take her out on a date!"
Carol allowed Tommy to put an arm over her shoulder, the two of them turning knowing grins on their friend as a singular unit.
Even if Steve hadn’t felt like their friend in a hot minute.
Not in the way he used to.
"I do love watching them stutter through their little confessions.” Carol admitted, like this wasn’t something they’d loved doing since middle school. “I wonder if anyone will ever top Cindy Komer."
Steve almost wasn't fast enough to cover his wince--that particular incident had been painful for him and Cindy.
Steve still had no idea what he'd said to make the then-freshman cry.
He thought he'd been nice about turning her down, but judging by Carol constantly quoting what he'd said, Steve had a feeling he'd accidentally been an asshole again.
Not that anyone ever thought it was accidental.
“Steve? Hel~lo? Are you listening?” Carol said, snapping to get his attention and God did Steve hate that.
Never realized just how much until Nancy but after she’d pointed out that Carol treated him and Tommy both like her dogs, well.
It was hard not to notice--and be a bit resentful.
“God you keep doing this, you’re turning into such a space case.” Carol continued, the edge back in her voice. The same one she’d been using for a while, like Steve was on her last nerve. “Please tell me you’re not still mooning over Nancy fucking Wheeler.”
“No.” He snapped, only to know instantly that was the wrong move, and try to fix it before Carol blew up. “No--I’ve just already had to fend someone off today. Like first thing--I was barely out of my car.”
There, that should keep Carol and Tommy both off his back for being “angry” and it wasn’t even a lie. He really had been asked out earlier, though the girl had been gracious about his rejection.
Of course, this kind of instant redirection came with a price--and in this case, it was being absolutely hounded for more information.
“Oh shit who!? Was it that Buckley girl?” Carol perked up immediately, like a hunting dog scenting prey. “I swear she stares holes in your head, she’s so weird…” )
"This isn't about romance! It's about showing who has the most cash, gets the most sex! It's a pathetic social ritual you're all falling for!” Munson yelled, jolting Steve back into the present. “I bet none of you even enjoy it!”
"Tell that to all the girls Steve’s dated!” One of the younger basketball guys hollered, prompting a wave of laughter from the rest of the cafeteria. “They seem to enjoy it plenty!”
Steve couldn’t see who had said it, and should have felt the normal wave of smug warmth that the team had his back.
Except his team had already proven they didn’t.
Were in fact, siding more and more with Hargrove, just as Tommy was.
They were rapidly approaching a watershed moment. Steve could feel it, the same way he’d always been able to tell when a crowd was about to turn.
He was losing, but was still on top of Hawkins social spaces enough, had caught it early enough, that he could turn everyone’s favor--if he wanted.
Emphasis on ‘if.’
Munson spun to face his table, hair whipping to smack him in the face. The guy had clearly been trying to grow it out, but right now he looked like one of those poodles Carol's mom loved so much.
So said Carol, anyway.
"You sure about that?" Munson challenged, a crazed grin breaking across his face. "Rumor has it King Steve lost his groove ever since Wheeler dumped him!"
Steve grimaced, though he was secretly thankful Munson went with "dumped" instead of "cheated on" (or any of the other vile words Billy had flung around, spreading across the school in the sick, crawling way rumors moved.
Hargrove had been positively brutal about the whole Jonathan and Nancy thing, and the only reason he wasn't here now to spin this whole situation against Steve was because the guy always vanished at lunch.)
Tommy's face morphed into an affronted snarl, hands slapping down on the table. He turned expectantly to Steve, waiting for "The King" to get up and "handle" Munson.
Like Steve even cared about this dumb high school shit anymore.
It took him a moment to realize Steve wasn’t planning on doing anything. Was in fact, going to remain perfectly quiet, other than an eyeroll and half-assed middle finger in Munson’s direction.
Tommy let out a disgusted scoff in his direction and then decided to handle things himself.
(Like that had ever been a good idea.)
“Shut up, Freak. The only game you have is in the prison showers.” He snapped, half rising from the table. “Isn’t that why you keep your hair long? So all the boys will actually fuck you?!”
Whistles and yells lit the air, though Steve didn’t miss how the girls at the table looked taken aback at the sheer vitriol in Tommy’s voice.
Even Carol looked startled, eyes sliding to meet Steve’s as if to confirm she hadn’t just imagined it.
The three of them had always been good at this kind of mindless high school banter, but this over the top, crude shit?
It wasn’t Tommy’s style.
It was Hargrove’s.
(That was its own growing issue.
The way Tommy was gravitating towards Billy.
How Carol kept expecting Steve to act like he used to.
That she blamed his “outbursts” on Nancy, snidely mentioning that Steve had better have learned his lesson about “changing his personality for pussy.”
Even now Steve knew they were only defending him because Munson was the one saying it.)
“I didn’t realize Harrington still had his attack dog!”
Munson put a hand against his heart as though injured, staggering dramatically backwards.
“I thought you were too busy putting your tongue up Hargrove’s ass to bark at people!”
Tommy immediately fired back, letting loose an uninspired string of curse words and something about Eddie being queer again. Steve didn’t hear the specifics--didn’t care to hear it, even as things started to spiral out of control.
All he wanted to do was go home.
Ideally before Billy got back from lunch and decided to make a spectacle himself, because Steve could feel that coming just as he could everything else.
He was running out of time to come up with an excuse to get out of here without making a production out of it, and Munson wasn’t someone he wanted to piss off today, given he’d half hoped to buy weed off the guy before he ditched.
…Which was looking more and more unlikely given Tommy had just screeched some insult that had put Munson’s sights back on Steve.
“You sure? Cause Harrington looks like he’s just gonna sit there and take it, just like he takes everything Hargrove and Wheeler and anyone else throws at him.”
He leered, leaning forward as if to see into Steve’s very soul.
“I don’t know if anyone else has noticed, but our beloved King here hasn’t exactly been defending his crown. If anything, he’s abandoned it.”
The world stopped.
This was the first time someone actually called him out on the fact that he often let whatever crap Billy spewed go. That Nancy and him had a few awkward encounters publicly, with at least one of them starting a rumor that she’d told Steve to fuck off.
(She hadn’t of course, but Carol had stopped running damage control, and Steve was feeling the effects of her ire.)
Silence echoed, and Steve realized with a dawning sort of horror, that Munson was waiting for a response from him.
Just as the entire cafeteria was.
The catalyst was here, brought on early by one Edward Munson.
With a startling amount of clarity, Steve realized he was done.
With his so called friends, with the girls who’d tried corning him all morning, with Hargrove and just--everything.
He was over it.
If Billy wanted the crown so bad he could fucking have it.
(If Tommy wanted to pretend he was tougher than he was by mimicking the dick, then he could have that too.)
“This is stupid.” Steve announced, dropping the masks he so carefully wore. The ones he kept having to fix, because the Upside Down and its related demons (human and non) kept taking chunks out of it.
He stood, feeling the weight of the room press down on him as he faced them all down.
“Yeah--!” Tommy started to pile on, seeming to think Steve was about to unleash hell, and got the surprise of a lifetime when Steve turned and jammed a finger in his face.
“Shut up.” He snapped.
Knew instantly he only got away with it by the fact that he’d caught everyone off guard.
King Steve did a lot of things, but he rarely blew up.
“This is stupid.” He reiterated, voice booming across the lunch room, “ You wanna fight? Fine, but leave me out of it.”
“The King doesn’t want to play? Why I never thought we’d see the day!” Munson clucked his tongue, and without missing a beat Steve turned to him.
“For someone who is always screaming about nonconformity, you sure are happy to attack anyone who doesn’t do what you want.”
Steve’s voice was loud, but he wasn’t screaming. Wasn’t yelling or throwing his arms around.
He didn’t need to. Had never needed to.
“I heard you going off on that guy whose lunch you're standing on yesterday, because he wanted to watch the Colts play.” Steve continued, voice cold. “Half of your friends are terrified of you, because you’ll scream at them just like you accuse us of doing--and let’s be real here, Munson, you do it more.”
In a dramatic move that absolutely, 100% came from Dustin and his theatrics, Steve shrugged his letterman jacket off and bunched it into a ball.
“You might as well crown yourself King, because you’re the exact same as the rest of us. Here--you can start with this.”
Cocking back an arm, Steve let the jacket fly. Watched with everyone else as it landed neatly right at Eddie’s feet.
Shell shocked, Munson’s eyes drifted from Steve down to the letterman jacket and back. They were massive, those stupid eyes of his, but at least it meant Steve could see the realization wash over the guy in real time.
Steve should have felt smug about it. His past self would have.
Presently?
He just felt tired.
“You’re welcome to jam it up your ass.” He finished, before giving his own sarcastic half bow to the room.
The cafeteria was dead silent. Not a fork was scraped, or a loud piece of chip chewed. All eyes were on Steve, some waiting to see if Eddie would let him have the last word, others just shocked to see Steve lose his shit in front of them.
Idiot he was, he tried to rally anyway.
Even Tommy, who’d partly stood up, hands pressed against the lunch table looked shocked.
“What the fuck Steve!?” He sputtered, and it wasn’t long before half the basketball team was muttering similar remarks.
They were ignored.
Whispers ripped across the room when Steve turned on his heel, striding towards the exit and making it clear things were over, but Tommy didn’t give up.
“Fuck you Harrington!” He hurled at his back, Carol now standing and placing a restraining hand on his arm. “You’re not fucking better than any of us!”
Steve didn’t even look back.
"That's my point Tommy." Steve said, loud enough to be heard. "No one is better than anyone else. You lot are all just buying into your own bullshit.”
Then he was slamming through the doors, and out into the sunlight.
xXx
He didn’t want to go home.
Not anymore, which was ironic in a way that made Steve’s face screw up in a grimace.
Here he’d been dying to go to his stupid house all day, and now, after losing his shit and undoubtedly, the last of his social standing, he just didn’t feel like being by himself.
All alone, in a house too big for him, full of nothing but dark corners and a phone that never rang.
So instead, he wandered, reminiscing on how Valentine's Day used to be his favorite day of the year.
Steve loved the gesture of it all--the romance, the wooing. The butterflies floating in one's stomach, mixing with fear of rejection and a burning kind of hope towards starting something new.
Of course, Steve also had always had a girl in mind, when he celebrated. Now, after Nancy…
He did not.
It felt weird to go to Skull Rock--the place he himself had made into Hawkins hottest makeout spots. Likewise all the local restaurants were off limits--too many adults knew how much he loved the holiday.
Steve didn’t want to face that. The expectations, the knowing winks that would slide into uncomfortable frowns. Any possible advice given wouldn’t be appreciated, and the last thing Steve wanted was to get the “everyone has an off season, son” speech.
So he’d stayed away from his usual haunts. Explored some storefronts instead, the Beamer parked in front of Family Video as he wandered.
Had an entirely too peaceful two hours, which of course, meant he had to bump into someone.
At least, Steve thought dully, whole body tensing in preparation, it was Munson.
Not Hargrove, or Tommy, or hell--the children, demanding he help them fight some other fucked up creature the government had accidentally summoned.
“Hey Harrington.” Munson said, and it took a moment for Steve to realize the guy was embarrassed. “I uh, I need to talk to you.”
Steve just stared at him.
“If you couldn’t tell from earlier,” He warned, “I’m a little done talking for today.”
Or any day, for the foreseeable future.
“Yeah no--I, I got that. I--okay.” Eddie stopped rocking on his heels, before giving his entire body a shake, like the guys sometimes did while prepping for a game. “Hear me out, and then you can deck me or leave or whatever makes you feel better.”
“I’m not going to deck you.” Steve said, exasperated and frazzled and not wanting to do this whole song and dance a second time.
Not that it mattered, because Munson had already launched right into whatever it was he needed to say.
“There’s this book right? My Uncle got it for me. It’s a fantasy book all about this big battle and there’s these wizards in it, and--” He stopped himself, shaking out his hands.
Like he realized he was rambling and needed the movement to get himself back on track.
“I always--I guess I saw myself as a Gandalf kinda guy? Like I was this shepherd herding these lost sheep. A person who intimately knew all the dark forces of the world and could be a shield for them. Do not pass and all that.”
He chuckled, but it was weak, and he killed it almost immediately.
“...Okay?” Steve said, knowing he was supposed to say something here, even if he had no idea what.
Maybe something about how Gandalf the Grey wasn’t exactly a shepard given he’d led the hobbits straight into Mordor, but saying that meant admitting Steve knew what Lord of the Rings was, which wasn’t a conversation he felt like getting into.
Particularly not because he’d only read the damn things after losing a bet to Dustin and Mike both.
Munson nodded, as if acknowledgement was all he needed.
“I thought that’s what I was doing. I wasn’t and I didn’t realize I wasn’t until you pointed it out. You shouldn’t have had to point it out. You shouldn’t have had to say any of what you did.” He rushed to add, oddly sincere.
"Is this…" Steve might be confused but catching on, an uptick at the corners of his mouth as the tiniest spark of amusement leaked through. "an apology? Are you trying to apologize right now?"
Eddie groaned, flinging his head back. "No!”
Then immediately;
“Actually yes, but--”
Which caught Steve off guard enough that he laughed, and had to hide it with a cough.
“I am sorry, man. I shouldn’t have said that shit about you, especially not about you and Wheeler. It's more than that though.” Munson swallowed, before squaring his shoulders. “It’s that you were right."
“I was right?” Steve repeated dumbly, because fuck, he couldn’t believe it either.
Not that Munson heard him. Eddie always had been hard to stop once he started, and Steve had been in enough classes with the guy to know the train had left the station.
"I did yell at Jeff because he wanted to watch that stupid football game.” He began, and Steve got a front row seat to watch as one Eddie Munson word vomited his way through a myriad of emotions.
“I fuckin’ lost it on Grant because he missed band practice to drive his sister to some thing. Gareth looked like I was going to hit him when I asked if I had really been that bad--same exact look he gave Hagan and those other assholes that cornered him in the bathroom two weeks ago!”
“Tommy did what?”
Steve was promptly ignored.
(Or more likely, Eddie simply didn’t hear him, too lost in his own voice to realize Steve had said something.)
There were a lot of mentions of the Gandalf guy. Where Eddie thought he’d gone wrong, and even something about a glowing eye thing that had Steve a little concerned until he realized Munson was talking about Sauron (and also made Steve realize that he’d been pronouncing Sauron in his head wrong, oops.)
“I called up this friend of mine who graduated. She’s always been no nonsense, so I asked her for her advice.” Munson said, finally seeming to slow down a little. “She told me I might as well eat my own doctrine because I sure wasn’t living by it, and that if I wanted to fix it then I should start by apologizing. To everyone but--to you, first.”
Eddie took a step back, winging out his hands as if to present himself.
“So here I am. Apologizing.”
A pause wherein neither of them did a thing, which caused him to awkwardly add; “To uh, you. Harrington.”
“Yeah I got that.” Steve said, because what else was he supposed to do here? “Good for you? I guess?”
“Most people either forgive a guy or tell him to fuck off.” Munson pouted, and mimicked like he was kicking at a rock.
It made Steve want to laugh again, though he shoved the urge down.
“Someone once told me,” He said instead, speaking slowly to make damn sure he didn’t let slip this piece of advice came from a middle schooler. “that apologies without actions don’t really mean anything. They’re a start--they let people know you’re aware you screwed up, but no one’s going to trust you if you don’t follow through. So I can forgive you, but I think you’re better off doing this with one of your friends.”
Someone who would hug it out, or at least tell Eddie how he could be better, at least.
Rather than argue, Munson just titled his head back, eyes to the sky. Like he was really thinking on the words, before giving a sort of accepting sounding noise.
“Trying too.” Steve admitted with a sigh.
“That’s what you’ve been doing, isn’t it?” He asked, head coming back down so he could stare at Steve.
“The thing in the cafeteria was a good start.”
“Yeah?”
Eddie grinned.
“Yeah. Don’t think Hagan’s gonna see it the same way though.”
“We were falling out anyway.” Steve admitted, and hated how easy it was to say.
That they really were just going through the motions of friendship. Had been, ever since Jonathan had punched Steve in the face.
“Think you lost more than just him as a friend, to be honest.”
“Pro tip about the actions thing, Munson?” Steve said with a snort, once again unsure of where this conversation was going, “Nice people don’t typically point out when someone’s turned into a social pariah.”
“No, I get that. Say,” Eddie’s grin had grown, which Steve would have taken poorly except he invaded Steve’s space with a goofy little hop. “I think you might be in need of some new ones!”
“New…friends?” Steve hesitated, very unsure of what was happening.
Munson promptly stuck his hand out. “Yup! So--hello, my name is Eddie Munson, and I am here to apply for the position as your friend!”
Steve snorted, but the harshness of it was taken away by the grin on his face.
He took Eddie’s hand, noting how doing so made the older teen’s smile widen.
“Nice to meet you Eddie, I’m Steve.”
Excited, Eddie waived their arms up and down, with far more enthusiasm than the gesture required.
“How about we cement our new friendship by renting a truly terrible horror movie and drowning our woes with my other good friend, Mary Jane?”
Then he waggled his eyebrows, like that was something scandalous.
“Tempting me along with weed, huh?” Steve mused back, sticking his hands in his pockets once Eddie let him go. “Guess you’re a little like Gandalf the Gray after all. Just don’t send me on any missions.”
“Steve Harrington.” Eddie gaped, pure delight spreading across his face. “Have you read Lord of the Rings!?”
He got a shrug and a sly; “Maybe.” in response.
It was worth the barrage of questions, even if the rapid fire pace of them nearly gave Steve a headache.
(Just as it was worth it several months later, when Steve was comfortable enough to instigate wrestling matches with Eddie over the dumbest of things.
One particularly semi-drunk tussle over the remote led to an interesting discovery when Eddie popped a boner, and then frantically tried to escape when it brushed against Steve’s leg.
Instead of panicking--or letting Eddie bolt in his panic, Steve just dropped his whole weight down, effectively pinning the slimmer man to the floor.
“Steve.”
Eddie said it so quietly he almost didn’t hear it, the word filled with desperation.
The kind of tone someone whispered a prayer in, a sort of pleading that Eddie did better with his eyes than his voice. Or would have, given his own were firmly scrunched closed the second he realized he’d been caught out.
Except--
“Not right now I’m thinking.” Steve told him absently.
Which he was. Speed thinking even, if that was a thing.
Because if two plus two equaled four (which it did) then feeling the exact same, fluttering excitement about Eddie’s boner as Steve had Nancy’s breasts, equaled…
“The fuck? Steve--”
Steve shushed him.
That pulled a frustrated, embarrassed groan from Eddie that went directly to Steve’s own dick, not that it needed much help waking up.
“I think I’m having one of those crisis’s Robin is always accusing the basketball team of having.” Steve informed Eddie dutifully, the dots done connecting.
Eddie, still refusing to open his eyes, snorted.
“Whatever man. Can you at least be decent and hurry up with the beating? This is embarrassing enough.”
“I’m not going to beat you up.” Steve said, thankful that his brain managed not to add some shitty comment about the entire town being awash in rumors of Eddie’s sexuality. That he’d confirmed it here wasn’t exactly a surprise.
“I’m going to try something. If you don’t like it, let me know.” Streve added, before screwing up his courage and leaning down.
That of course, got Eddie to open his eyes.
“Wha--” He managed, before Steve’s lips were on his.
For one single, blissful moment, Eddie Munson’s mouth was too busy to talk.
“Yeah?” Eddie said, voice wrecked, and oh, Steve liked that.
“Huh.” Steve muttered, when they broke for air. “Well that’s new.”
Liked the way Eddie looked at him more, hesitant, but with heat in his gaze.
Steve had always been good about knowing what to do with heat.
He leaned back down, pecking lightly at Eddie’s lips, and was delighted to find Eddie not only let him, but kissed back.
“Not bad, Munson, but I think I could give you a few pointers.” Steve muttered, nose ghosting alongside Eddie’s. “Let me show you…”
One boyfriend, several weeks, and another interdimensional monster later, Steve found himself socked in the arm by none other than his coworker, Robin Buckley.
In her defense, she’d confessed her love for Tammy Thompson, still somewhat drugged on the Starcourt bathroom floor, only for Steve to tease her that at least his boyfriend could actually sing.
“God you and Eddie Munson.” She muttered after, smile on her face. “How did that happen?”
Steve knocked his shoe into hers, returning the grin unabashedly.
“So remember last Valentines Day?” Steve started, all too eager to finally tell someone who understood about the best thing to ever happen to him.
Robin of course, would soon also be ranked in that same chart, but Eddie didn’t need to know that. )
#DADDYS BACK#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#stranger things#pre steddie to steddie#0o0 fanfics#be gentle with me I JUST got my computer back lmao#this was a warmup I finished out#Ive been writing at work on my lunches#yes I have been working on adopt a jock#and the third part of the holiday hellfire fic#I think I stared at that steddisy one once#maybe#IDK this whole ass month has been a blurr
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Secret Underneath Part 2 (Steddie X Plus Size You)
Warnings: Daddy Steddie (Businessman Steve/ Rockstar Eddie) & Plus Size Fem Sub Y/N, SMUT (just pure smut; me working on this may be why I'm so subby right now lol), light smacking, slight spit play( if you squint), spanking, LOTS of dirty talk.
SLIGHT ANGST, like very slight, mentions of insecurities when it comes to the reader and her now knowing who they are. Brief mentions of an ex (that I can use for angst fodder later because I'm me)
More than anything they are feeling each other out and setting up some boundaries.
Word Count: 4835
Part 1
“Y/N, honey, are you alright?”, your friend asks as she lightly touches your shoulder before becoming distracted herself. “Maggie! I swear to God you kids are going to get me to retire early.”
“Promise?”, one of the kids teases.
Blinking, you pull yourself back into the moment, remembering the anonymity everyone requested including you.
“Ok, guys, come on. I think we bothered the people up here enough. There’s a reason they make so much money and it’s because they don’t deal with kids like you.”, you joke as you usher them to follow the guide.
It takes all of your energy not to glance their way again but you can feel their eyes trail after you as you disappear with the class.
After dropping off the kids on campus and making sure everyone gets home safe, you head back to your apartment. As soon as the door shuts you lean against the wood, sliding down to the floor as you cry.
You enjoyed being with Mogul and Rockstar the other night but now you know who they were. Were they going to leave now that you did? They wanted their identities to be private but never said for how long. After what happened, you were willing to wait but now… now what happens?
You hadn’t even began to fully process that they were millionaire womanizer Steve Harrington and famous well known party bad boy rockstar Eddie Munson. Insecurities had already begun to seep into your brain and it killed you.
Your phone vibrated causing you to roll your eyes and glance at the notification that danced across your screen.
(5:15pm) Mogul/Rockstar has invited you for a video chat!
(5:16pm) CurvyBabyWAttitude declined your invitation for a video chat.
(5:17pm) Accept the invitation.
(5:17pm) Please.
(5:18pm) Mogul/Rockstar has invited you for a video chat!
“Yes, Mr. Harrington and Mr. Munson, how can I help you?”, you answer in a short, annoyed tone.
“You can let us see your face for starters. If I wanted to look at the wall I can turn around.”
“Of your penthouse I bet.”
“We’re still in my office. We wanted to reach out earlier but we thought you’d still be on your field trip or at the school.”
“We wanted to give you time to get home so we could talk properly. Are you crying? Why are you crying?”
“Are you fucking kidding me? Look, you don’t have to pander to me, ok? I know now this whole anonymity thing is ruined and you’d rather be with someone more suited to your lifestyle.”
“Define ‘our lifestyle’.”
“For you, Mr. Harrington, I imagine some blond girl with big tits who comes from money and can squeeze her itty-bitty body into the most expensive dress your money can buy. For bad boy Mr. Munson, I see you with more or less the same but she’s cool like Janis Joplin.”
“I do like Janis.”
“So…big tits, money, and blond. Is there a height requirement?”
Your hand covers your mouth as you breathily laugh at their joke.
“No, no height requirement but according to princess here there is a weight limit. I guess because rich men like us are super vain we only care about a woman’s appearance and not her personality.”
“Is that right, honey? Or is the curvy baby with attitude a bit self-conscious?”
“THIS is why we wanted anonymity. We aren’t what you read in the papers, sweetheart. I’d figure the other night would have gone in the category of proving that. If we only cared about what you claim we never would have come down to the hotel.”
After a long exhale, you tilt your phone to allow them to see your face.
“I think you also forget, honey, we have seen you. Yeah, you were wearing that mask but we knew about your body, your hair, and your tits. We’ve had our hands on them, remember?”
“You just caught us off guard today because… now we regret making you wear that sleep mask thing. Your entire face is so fucking beautiful. I wonder if your real name is equally so.”
Leaning your head on your knees, you take in their demeanors on the other end of your screen. They did still seem to be in his office but they were both sitting on a couch within. Steve was still wearing his sleek suit and Eddie in a black shirt with jeans but their eyes were no longer reflecting surprise as they had earlier that day. Right now, they seemed to be displaying genuine concern.
“My name is Y/N.”
Both men softly grinned making you do the same.
“Beautiful… would, um, would you be willing to meet us in a couple of hours at that hotel? We’d like to talk to you some more. Maybe figure some things out when it comes to us three.”
“We’d invite you to our place but we feel like it might make you more comfortable for us to meet somewhere where there’s common ground…so speak.”
“You two live together?”
“Oh good. We can still keep some secrets!”, Eddie chuckles. “Yeah, no point for me to get my own place when I’m on tour a lot and Stevie here travels for work.”
“Ok.”, you nod as you rise to your feet. “I’ll, um, see you both in a couple of hours.”
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Nerves float through you belly as you stand outside the hotel door, exhaling as you prepare for what may be on the other side. To your surprise both men are already there, Steve pacing by the window as he scrolls through his phone while Eddie lays on his back on top of the bed.
As soon as the door closes, they come to attention, pausing as their eyes rake over your body. When you were here last time you had thrown on clothes not caring how you were dressed after your ordeal and today you weren’t expecting to see your two admirers so you were in your jeans and school t-shirt with a messy bun and sneakers.
This time you wanted to show off with your off-shoulder butterfly sleeve green blouse and black skirt that accentuated your curves. The black heels helped fuel any confidence you were lacking and your hair flowed down around you giving you that extra layer of armor as well as hiding that still prominent bruise you had lingering on your skin.
“Jesus Christ.”, Eddie breathed before clearing his throat and glancing towards Steve. “You know, seeing her now, Harrington, she doesn’t hit that height requirement we talked about.”
His friend rolled his eyes as you giggled.
“This is so surreal.”
“What is?”, Steve asked.
“I just…I just read about you the other day. About how you just made a big financial move that made you 400 million dollars. And you…I’ve been listening to your voice for so long. I have your songs on my phone.”
“Yeah? And is that bad?”
“Ah, no, Munson. It’s those insecurities again which by the way I find totally amusing for a girl filled with so much sass.”, the pretty boy grins. “If I may ask, what are the other Daddies like? Why aren’t you like this with them?”
You scoff as you saunter to a nearby chair, place your purse down, and sit crossing your legs. Both men try to control their eyes from scanning along your limbs but Steve in particular struggles to focus on your face as his gaze constantly shifts to your heels.
“A lot of men on there have no idea what they are doing and the men that I have met up with are either trust fund babies or CEOs. They aren’t famous or really worked hard for anything. Personally, I think that’s why they struggle being dominate. They don’t know how to fight or work hard. They barely even know what they want let alone how to take care of me.”
“Goddamn, sweetheart, you are sexy.”, Eddie sighs almost excitedly. “You have no reason to be insecure at all, Y/N. I mean we get it. Like I said, this is part of the reason we wanted the anonymity. We want you to like us for us not our names or status.”
“Is that what happened with your last Baby?”
They glance towards each other again before answering.
“No.”
“No…”
“No.”, Steve says again with more conviction. “No, that’s not what happened.”
“That’s all I get?”
“You get what we give you.”
Your breathing stutters a bit at the metalhead’s words as your pussy clenches at his casual yet confident tone.
“Y/N, honey, can you do me a favor and uncross your legs?” You do as he asks going the extra mile of opening them so they have a good view at your silk black panties underneath. “You have no idea how bad I want to throw those gorgeous high heeled legs over my shoulders and just fucking devour your little pussy till your shaking.”
A small moan escapes your lips but when you try to rub your thighs together for relief Eddie tuts loudly across from you.
“Ah ah, baby. Keep your legs open till we’re done talking and you!”, he chuckles as he gestures towards his friend. “Stay focused.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“When it comes to sex, princess, is there anything we should avoid? Any hard no’s or anything like that?”
“Nothing…too rough. I’m not into masochistic stuff like canes and flogs but you can hit me or spank me. You’ll probably be doing that a lot.”
“Oh, don’t worry, baby girl. We can handle the brat.”, Steve grins as he winks, taking off his suit jacket and tie, tossing them on the other chair beside him.
“What about you two?”
That gives them pause before they smirk and the mogul continues rolling up his sleeves.
“Would you believe you’re the first woman to ask us that?”, Eddie ask as he shakes his head. “No, pretty girl. As long as you’re vocal and tell us when or if you’re uncomfortable, we’re happy. That being said, do you have a safe word you prefer?”
“I’m alright with ‘red’, Daddy.”
Steve walks to your side and extends his hand out for you to take so he can guide you to the edge of the bed beside Eddie before descending to his knees. The long-haired boy brushes some of your hair back and his ringed fingers lightly trace your bruise.
“How does this feel? Still hurt?”
“Yes, sir, but not as much as before.”
“Fucking asshole putting his hands on our baby girl.”, he growled low as his lips kiss your skin.
“That’s another thing, Y/N, because apparently we weren’t clear last time. You are ours. You belong to us and in turn we take care of you.”
“Are we still…still…keeping this a secret?”, you inquire trying to focus as Eddie’s kisses trailed to your neck while Steve’s mouth lingered on your thigh.
“Is that alright? Till we get more comfortable with each other and the dynamic.”
“Y-Yes, Daddy. Please.”
“Please what, baby? What do you want?”, the rockstar breathes in your ear.
“I want Daddy to eat my pussy.”
You watch as Steve’s head disappears into your skirt making you groan when his nose presses against your panty covered core and you feel him inhale.
“Fuck, she smells so fucking good.” His wide tongue flattens against the fabric and Eddie grins as your mouth falls open. “Jesus, Ed, and she tastes so sweet. Let’s get these off, honey.”
Nodding aggressively, you helped him pull down your panties and he tossed them towards his jacket. He licked a strip between your folds, wrapping his mouth around your clit, and repeating the process as his eyes watched your face.
“Oh fuck, Daddy.”
Eddie’s hand cups your cheek as he brings your lips to his, open mouth kissing you as his own tongue caresses yours. Your body abruptly jostles as Steve bunches your skirt around your waist and throws your legs over his shoulders before pressing his face into your cunt as his tongue vigorously flicked your bundle of nerves.
Your fingers threaded through his hair as you fell back against the mattress and grinded your hips. His large palms glide up your stomach as the other man lifts off your shirt and throws it to the floor. You moan, gripping the mogul’s wrist as his digits pinch and roll your nipple between them.
“Oh my God, yes, Daddy! I’m gonna cum!
Your orgasm crashes into you like a wave as Steve shakes his head from side to side helping you ride out your high. Refusing to slow down by any means, the man’s arms circle your hips, holding them down as he continues to run his tongue between you folds as he builds you back up.
Feeling a warmth beside you, you shift your gaze to see a now naked Eddie on his knees stroking himself by your face.
“Do you want Daddy’s cock, pretty girl?” When you don’t respond, his palm lightly smacks your cheek, his eyes scanning yours for discomfort when they finally meet. “I asked you something.”
“M’sorry. Da-Daddy’s mouth feels sooooo good.”
“Maybe I should have him stop so you can pay attention.”
“NO! No, please. I’ll listen! I’ll listen. I’ll listen.” When he repeated his question, you nodded as your free hand started to reach for him.
“No, baby. Just keep your hands on Steve. Fun fact, he kind of likes when you pull his hair while he’s making you feel good.”, Eddie grins as his palm pets your head. “Just keep your throat open for me, okay?”
“Okay, Daddy.”
A guttural moan left the rockstars lips when his cock slid through your parted ones. His girth overwhelmed you instantly but you loved the way he tasted as every vein dragged along your tongue.
“Fuck, sweetheart. That’s it. God damn Steve, her mouth feels amazing.”
As the metalhead began subtly thrusting his hips, you did what he suggested, gripping the other man’s hair tightly in your fingers as you tried not to gag.
“Hey. Hey, hey, hey.”, Eddie panted as he pulled himself back and you collected some air. “It’s ok to gag and drool, baby. We don’t mind it messy, trust me, and the thought of this pretty face choking on my cock just…fuck. Oh, wait. You’re going to cum again aren’t you?”, he says in an almost mocking tone that has your pussy clenching.
Almost abruptly, Steve climbs up your body and snake one of his hands behind your neck, lifting you just enough for your forehead to lean against his. Pushing his ring and middle finger into your core, the sound of your slick filled the room as he thrust them into you at a brutal pace.
“Cum again, baby. Come on. Soak Daddy’s fingers.”, he chanted under his breath as one of your arms wrapped around his neck. “I gotchu, Y/N. Daddy’s right here. Cum, baby girl. Keep your eyes open and on me.”
You screamed as the coil snapped, panting as your hair was yanked back.
“Keep your eyes open, little girl!”
His large digits continue to pump into you, slowing their rhythm as you gradually come down from your high with both men murmuring praises as they hovered above you.
Through heavy lidded eyes you see them smirk at each other as Eddie pats his shoulder as if to say thank you before he maneuvers around on the bed, flipping you onto your stomach, and pushing you up on all fours.
Steve lays on his back and hastily adjusts you till your in-between his legs. With a hungry gaze, you watch as he unbuckles his belt and pushes down his pants just enough to free his cock, stroking it in front of you as you wait.
“Go head, Y/N.”, Eddie permits making you smile as you tongue darts out to lick the precum off his tip. “Atta girl. Remember, it’s ok to be messy.”
“Just tap me twice if you need a minute, honey.”
“Ok, Daddy. Oh-Oh fuck.”
While you two were talking, the rockstar had placed himself behind you, collecting your arousal with his length before guiding himself into your entrance. You whimper at his size as your nails claw under Steve’s button up shirt down his abs.
“Fuck me, baby. I know. I’m sorry. I’m trying—shit—I’m trying to go slow but your pussy is just pulling me in…squeezing Daddy so tight.”
The man underneath you bit his lip as your face scrunched in pleasure.
“You’re so beautiful, Y/N. Such a good girl taking him so well.” Your hand wrapped around him as your mouth enveloped his cock, taking him as far down as you could. “Fuck, good-good girl.”
Once he was fully sheathed inside of you, Eddie waited, allowing you to get accustomed to him while you focused on his friend. Taking his recommendation, you lowered yourself as far down as you could, gagging around Steve’s massive size, and coming off him quickly leaving trail of spit that lingered on your chin.
“There you go. God, Y/N, that felt amazing. Do you want Daddy to take control?”
“Please… I trust you.”
Almost too gently, he lifted your hair into a ponytail, caressing your lips with his thumb as they fell open while Eddie began thrusting into you. When his cock found its way into your mouth again, however, he was anything but.
His mushroom tip hit the back of your throat repeatedly as he guided your head lower and lower onto his lap.
“You’re doing so good, honey. Fuck! K-Keep your tongue flat. That’s it, baby. Just like that. Mmm get Daddy nice and wet. Yeah? Is Eddie fucking you nice and deep?”
Tears consistently fell at the euphoria you were feeling as Eddie’s cock hit all the right places inside of you and then some while Steve’s words and actions were making you clench the rockstar to an almost a painful degree.
“Fuck, man!”, he blissfully shouted as he spanked your behind and slowed his pace as he watched his cock disappear inside you. “She fucking loves sucking your dick. Every time she gags, her cunt wraps tighter around me.”
The pretty boy grins as he pets your head and dries some of your tears.
“You like sucking my cock, pretty girl?”
“Y-Yes, Daddy, I love it.
“Can Daddy fuck your tight your little throat till you both cum?”
“Yes, Daddy, please!”
Eddie stills long enough for his friend to rise to his knees and slide himself back into your mouth, matching his pace as they both thrust into you. Your orgasm takes you by surprise as you roughly tap on Steve’s body and he immediately pulls back as your upper body collapses on the mattress. The rockstar grunts as reaches over to grab your hair, bringing you flush against his chest as he chases his release. His arms circle around to your tummy and you place your own on top of his as he slams his seed inside of you.
“Thank you.”, you whisper as you pant against his cheek and in response he tilts his head to kiss your lips.
“Come here, baby girl.”, Steve coos, his head ticking to the side when you shake yours.
“I don’t want to ruin your suit, Daddy.”
Smiling softly, he takes you in his arms and you can’t help but inhale his scent as you nuzzle your face into his neck. After placing you on the pillows, he tugs his shirt over his head and removes the pants the rest of the way.
“I don’t care about my clothes, honey. All that matters to me is that you’re comfortable and taken care of. Plus, it’s kind of sexy to me to have your gorgeous, naked, sweat covered body against my suit.”
Positioning himself between your legs, he brings one over his shoulder and lets out a long, pleasure filled sigh as he guides his cock into your somewhat overstimulated and dripping pussy.
“God…fuck me.”
At this angle, it felt like he was splitting you in half but in the best possible way.
“Mmph, fuck, Daddy. You’re so big.”
“I know, Y/N. I know but you can take it. You’re doing so well already.” Steve’s lips kiss your ankle just below your high heel as he gradually began finding his rhythm. “Keep your eyes on me, baby.”
When you didn’t do what he told you to, you felt him lean over you as he pressed his palms into the mattress to steady himself.
“Y/N, stop making us repeat ourselves. Now, open your eyes.”
“I-I’m sorry, Daddy. You feel—mmm—so good. I can’t—”
“Yes you can, little girl. Don’t let our kindness fool you. We can be mean when we need to be and have no problem punishing bad girls.”
Your eyes open to meet his dominate ones and just as Eddie had he scans your face for any signs of discomfort. When he found none, he rested his forehead on your own.
“This is the first time we’re really getting to see them.” Steve rolls his waist and you mewl as he roughly hits that sensitive spot inside you. “Right there? Ok, baby.”
His jaw goes slack as he pounds into you, slamming into you g-spot over and over again turning you into a moaning mess that drives him crazy. Pushing back on to his knees, you watch as a glob of spit falls from his mouth before he utilizes his thumb to rub it into your clit.
“FUCK! I’m gonna cum!”
The bed shakes underneath you as skin smacking skin loudly echoes through the room. The coil in your belly snaps for the final time that night and Steve’s lips crash to yours to capture every moan he can. After a few moments, his head dips to your side and his groans fill your ear as he empties himself inside you.
You wince as the man tries to carefully pull out, murmuring apologies as he kisses your face.
“Here, sweetheart, drink this.”, Eddie instructs in a gentle tone as he hands you a glass of water that you promptly chug back. “I’m going to go figure out how to turn the rocket ship they a call a tub into a bath so we can get you all clean.”
You giggle at his joke as Steve over exaggeratedly sighs as he presses his face into the pillow beside yours.
“He’s just trying to impress you by seeming more ‘down to earth’. Our bathrooms at home are more or less the same.”
“I’m sure they are better than mine. It’s a 30 sq ft cube and I shower with the door open so I don’t feel like I’m actually IN the movie Cube.”
His eyes scan you over as you laugh at your circumstance.
“I hope this doesn’t come off as rude so if it is please tell me but…you don’t make enough with the website to get a better apartment?”
“I don’t think it’s rude. Um, no. I don’t deal with too many Daddies. I mean I deal with them but not enough to actually get anything going or keep them around long term. Either they can’t handle me or I can’t tolerate them.”
“Girl who knows what she wants?”
“Girl who’s been through enough and is tired of wasting her time.”
He nods as Eddie saunters back into the bedroom to tell you the bath is ready but as he casually comes around to pick you up, you stop him.
“It’s ok. You don’t need to…”
As you start to climb out of bed, he places his palm on your chest and pushes you back down.
“I don’t need to what?”
“You don’t need to try and lift me.”
“Good to know.”, he responds sarcastically as he effortlessly lifts you in his arms. “Thankfully I don’t need to try. I already know what I can and can’t do.”
After removing your skirt and heels and placing you in the water, the metalhead climbs in behind you and begins cleaning your body as Steve, now donning boxers, places himself on the edge.
“Am I allowed to ask questions?”
“Of course, sweetheart, but we decide whether or not to answer.”
“I guess that’s fair.”
“Did you have a particular question in mind, honey or…?”
“Just some general things.”, you shrug. “Like I know you make a lot of money but I don’t actually understand what you do.”
“Um, the short answer would be I’m an investor, I guess. My father owned and ran an advertising firm that I took over. Then I utilized those funds to buy and resell properties. That business move you mentioned? I bought a building in Las Vegas and spruced it up. Since it was right on the strip it sold for a high dollar value.”
“Did that go right over your head?”, Eddie asked in jest.
“A bit.”, you smile shyly.
“Those kids you brought…what do you teach that would bring them to my office?”
“Oh, that wasn’t my class. I was helping my friend with her field trip because another teacher called in sick. She teaches economics; I teach English.”
Both men make a subtle ah noise as they chuckle.
“Almost all of students know you.”, you smile as you shift your focus to the rockstar. “They say you need to post more on social media.”
“Yeah, I have no idea how any of that works. I just post what they tell me and Gareth runs our band one. I’m an old man, sweetheart.”
“Oh my god. No, you aren’t.”, you laugh as you keen into his chest.
You don’t see it but both men exchange another look before Eddie wraps his arms over your own and holds you tightly against him as he kisses your shoulder.
“I’m, um, assuming that doesn’t bother you…that we are older?”
“Most sugar daddies are, honey.”
“That’s not what I asked.”, Steve scolds as he reaches out to lightly grip your chin.
“No, it doesn’t bother me.” Nodding at your answer, he releases you to take hold of your hand and help you to your feet to step onto the bathmat allowing the metalhead to do the same so he can dry you. “Do it bother you?”
“No, baby girl, it doesn’t.”
“Now if any younger guys are out here hitting on you—“ Eddie smiles when your loud belly laugh cuts him off.
“Trust me, no one is hitting on me. I’m not saying that in like an insecure way. I’m just, usually my sarcasm gets in the way.”
After leading you back into the bedroom, you’re surprised when Steve grabs his shirt and puts it on you, falling to his knees as he closes the buttons.
“This material feels nice.” A sexy smirk paints his face as you watch his fingers move. “Smells like you.”
As soon as he completes his task, his face presses into your stomach as his hands tenderly trail up one of your legs.
“I smell cigarettes to. Almost like my best friend insists on smoking around me.”
“Oh, sure, because you don’t smoke with me sometimes.”, Eddie teases as you both smile. “I like that you smell like us both though. Let’s people know you belong to someone already.”
Taking a hold of your bicep, he guides you under the covers and you immediately spoon your body into his as he circles his arm around you again.
“Should I…remove my profile from the site?”, you ask sleepily as Steve lays in front of you and brushes some of your hair away from your face.
“We would appreciate that. Tomorrow we can give you our number so we can talk directly on the phone and get some more information so we can send you money when you need it. I would also like to work on getting you a better place to stay. I don’t like you being in a small place where—”
“Steven.”, Eddie chuckles as he interrupts his friend. “Look at her.”
As his eyes glanced over you, he realized you had fallen asleep, your steady breathing and calm face making them swoon.
“Am I asking for too much? I hate the idea of her living somewhere she isn’t comfortable.”, the mogul inquires as he slides further under the covers and caresses your skin while the rockstar props up on his elbow.
“She doesn’t seem like the kind of woman to do anything that would make her uncomfortable.”, he grins. “But no, I don’t think you’re going overboard.”
“You know how we are. That’s why women always took advantage of us.”
“That’s why we’re taking things a bit slower this time so we don’t have another incident like last time.”
Steve growled under his breath at the thought.
“I don’t think Y/N would be as vindictive as our ex was. Yeah she’s got a mouth but she seems up front and honest. I like that.”
“Me to.”
“I hope we aren’t wrong about this one, Ed.”
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“Make it quick… baby’s sleeping..”
🚬🥃🖤⛓️
Older scruffier trailer trash Eddie that takes care of younger Steve while running some illegal businesses. I saw the new Hoard trailer and this sort of happened ?? My brain has been melting ever since.
Anyways enjoy loves~
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𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲’𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥
word count : 4.3k
pairing : steve harrington x reader x eddie munson
warnings : 18+ content, dark!steve, soft!eddie, bratty!reader, use of pet names, swearing, daddy kink, intense humiliation, degradation, dom training, boot worship, forced eating, praise, dumbification, exhbitonism, face slapping, bondage, pussy spanking, temperature play, very rough spanking, and fluffy steve at the end
minors please dni (do not interact!), due to 18+ content.
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“something wrong sweet cheeks?” eddie’s voice broke through the intense silence that the two of you, and steve had successfully maintained for the past fifteen minutes. it had been made clear at the beginning of the evening that steve had a short fuse on him after a long day at work and neither of you had dared to say a word since he had gotten home. that was until now.
your eyes quickly shot up from the pile of mashed potato’s that you had previously been shovelling around your plate. eddie’s dark eyes bore into yours disapprovingly as steve glanced up from his half finished meal.
“how come you haven’t eaten any mashed potato’s yet?” steve asked firmly while clutching tightly onto his steak knife. he was not in the mood for bullshit tonight.
“i don’t know… jus’ not hungry” you defended.
eddie cleared his throat and gently kicked your leg underneath the table, trying to make it clear now was not the time to push any of steve’s buttons.
honestly it was very rare for steve to develop such a fowl mood, but after today it was well justified. he had experienced one of the most stressful days at the family video store since he started working there and ended up having to cover two extra shifts of robin’s because of an important collage interview she had scheduled.
“well your gonna finish your dinner whether you are hungry or not.” he commanded.
no, not what he had commanded… what he had ordered.
you began to feel warmth pool in your lace panties and your pussy throbbed in anticipation.
steve was already dominating. no question about it. but on days like these he tolerated nothing less than perfection and precision. your cheeks flushed pink and thighs pressed together at the needy thought of steve punishing you while so short tempered and frustrated.
suddenly a large hand came hurtling towards you and a firm smack was laid across the fleshy part of your face. the hand roughly grabbed onto your chin and yanked you to the left so you that were nose to nose with the attacker.
steve harrington.
king steve.
daddy.
“i’m sorry princess did that sound like a suggestion?” he growled.
“n-no daddy..” you whimpered while trying your best to avoid eye contact.
just then another aggressive smack was angrily delivered across the other side of your face.
“look at me in my fucking eyes when you’re being spoken too!” he yelled.
as you stared up at steve you shook fearfully in his arms while eddie slowly ran his hand down your back soothingly.
“told you not to push sweetheart.. and of course you did anyways.” he scolded gently into your ear while steve scooped some of the cold mashed potato’s onto a fork before shoving it in front of you.
“eat.” he demanded.
your nose instantly scrunched in disgust and your eyes started to well up with tears.
“daddy please no! please daddy! i’ll be a good girl!!” you promised in hopes of a reward later tonight.
“open now.” steve warned in an even harsher tone while moving the fork closer to your lips.
“no daddy!” you whined while thrashing around on his lap in hopes of breaking free from the tight restraint his arms were creating around you.
steve only looked down at you in pity. you looked so pathetic. thrashing in his arms like a helpless dumb baby. he felt himself growing hard just thinking about it. but his own needs weren’t important right now. you needed to be taught a lesson. put in your rightful place. and steve knew just how to do it.
suddenly he aggressively ripped your plate off of the table and dumped the mushy contents onto the ground and one of his freshly polished shoes. you instantly stopped struggling and looked up at your boyfriend in curiosity.
“well what did you do that f-” you started before steve ripped you off of his lap and plopped you down on the ground so that you were kneeling in front of the mess.
“listen up brat. you can’t seem to follow simple fucking instructions today so i think that it’s time you are taught your place. now this is what’s going to happen… you’re going to lick the rest of your dinner off of my boot in silence and once you’re done you will receive your punishment. is that understood?”
you quietly whimpered. steve and eddie had humiliated you in the past but nothing as extreme as this. this was fucking crazy. your neighbours could literally look over the fence at any moment and see you kneeling mercifully at steve’s feet.
“is that understood?!” steve questioned again angrily, snapping you out of our worrisome trance.
as tears quickly begin to stream down your face you barely managed to choke out a verbal response.
“y-yes daddy.” you sobbed pathetically before lowering your head down to lick up the mashed potato’s and peas that were splayed across steve’s boot. the two boys watched with satisfaction as you gagged due to the texture of the soft peas while your hair dragged through the barely edible mush.
“awww harrington… our dumb little baby’s looking so worthless and needy for us.. would be cute if it wasn’t so pathetic..” eddie chuckled to himself while staring at you in awe.
you cried out helplessly at the boys harsh and degrading words while continuing to lap up your dinner as fast as possible without throwing up.
“well munson, don’t let me enjoy all the fun.” steve responded excitedly while handing eddie the glass of half drank apple juice that you had left unattended on the table. eddie’s eyes sparkled darkly before turning to you and directing you to remove all of your clothes immediately.
you looked up at your boyfriend in fear.
“eddie please no..” you begged pathetically while a mixture of tears and saliva streamed down your chin.
“oh yes baby.. take them off now.” he demanded once more.
you knew that arguing would only result in a worse outcome so you accepted your fate and quickly began stripping your clothes off layer by layer. as you removed your last undergarment you felt eddie’s tall shadow looming over you and you looked up at him sheepishly.
“you better keep fucking eating.” he ordered harshly as you felt a heavy boot come down on your backside and push you forwards.
he forced your face back into the soggy mashed potato’s while you silently begged for mercy at the men’s feet.
suddenly, your body froze in shock as the apple juice that eddie had previously been holding began streaming down your face and body. the juice got everywhere. it was in your hair, on your face and body, in your mouth, and even in the food.
steve let out a deep hearty laugh and gently patted the top of your head. “awww she’s such a good little whore, isn’t she ed?”
“our perfect personal little cum dump.” he agreed.
you winced in embarrassment at the sound of their degrading praise and continued to gag while humiliation overwhelmed your senses.
“come on sweetheart, just a little bit more…” eddie encouraged.
your tongue swiftly swirled across steve’s boot as you attempted to finish every last morsel of food that might still be remaining on the surface. despite the intense feeling of disgust that had settled in your stomach, arousal continued to pool heavily in your soaking wet panties. and from what you gathered, the two boys clearly felt similarly due to the bulging erections that had formed in their tight jeans.
suddenly steve’s large hand reached down and grasped onto your soft hair to pull your head up to face him.
“the little cum slut is enjoying herself so much down there..” he degraded while his gorgeous brown eyes bore into your soul and the rough pad of his thumb toyed with your bottom lip.
“did you enjoy your dinner sweet girl?” eddie teased as steve smiled up at him in approval and let out a light chuckle.
“i hope she did because she’s gonna need something to sustain her through her punishment..”
you sobbed.
you had worked so hard to be a good girl for your daddy and he still wasn’t satisfied. he still thought you deserved to be punished.
he was still disappointed in you.
acceptance washed over you and your quaking body quickly became numb and useless below him.
“come on, just a little longer baby.. you can do it.” eddie encouraged while picking up your lifeless body from the ground and handing you to steve.
“mhm k” you mumbled under your breath quietly.
steve then flipped you onto your stomach and began to gently run his palm across your plump bottom that now had a large boot print displayed across it. he poked and prodded at the skin and even started to gently kiss your lower back. your body melted into his and just as a sense of safety and security had washed over you a large whip echoed through the backyard and a harsh sting formed on your ass. a shrill scream escaped your lips and your body began to thrash around on instinct. almost instantly another firm smack was placed on your raw bottom and you desperately whined out for eddie.
“eds can’t save you now baby.” steve taunted. “you’re gonna have to succumb to my mercy now…”
he then slowly started to trace gentle lines and shapes on the surface of your sensitive inner thighs. you whined out in need and attempted to grind your hips against steve but were unsurprisingly unsuccessful.
“tsk tsk tsk.. such a naughty impatient little whore.” he degraded. “and you really don’t seem to be learning your lesson.. think you’re gonna need a really rough punishment.”
you cowered in fear at the thought of a worse punishment so when eddie took his bandana off and tied it over your eyes, an instant wave of panic washed over your shaking body.
“shh be quiet baby.. will all be better soon.” he promised while stroking the back of your head.
by now you had began to feel steve fidgeting underneath you but were unsure of what he was doing. well.. that was until you felt a large hunk of metal come down on your bottom and roughly impact the fleshy part of your rear end.
“ow! what the fuck was that!” you screamed out in pain, unable to control your words.
you quickly whipped your head back and was instantly met with the horrifying sight of steve’s firm grasp around the strap of his belt, which now had fresh blood painted across the fancy buckle.
now it was eddie’s turn to punish you.
he swiftly brushed past you and made his way in between your legs (which had previously been dangling off of steve’s lap) before grabbing you by the ankles and hoisted your legs over his shoulders. you gasped out uncomfortably due to your tender muscles and lack of flexibility.
“ed-” you started when suddenly the munson boys large, ring clad hand came down harshly on your soft, fleshy pussy and the sound of a loud, squelching clap filled the back patio. the solidity of the iron caused you to shriek out in pain but the coolness that the metal provided simultaneously soothed the searing irritation.
“what have we told you about watching your mouth princess.” eddie growled in your ear. he had developed an animalistic tone and was clearly loosing patience with you.
“i- i am so sorry eds.. i swear i’ll be a good girl for the rest of the night.” you promised.
“just the rest of the night? oh sweetheart.. if you think that’s how this is going to work then you are sadly mistaken…” steve stated sympathetically. “if you ever want to cum again then you will shut the fuck up, stop being such a greedy little desperate whore, and take your punishment graciously. i do not want to hear another sound from you for the rest of the night unless you’re given special permission. do you understand?”
you looked back at steve and eddie stunned, unsure of what to do. you began to slowly open your mouth but shut it quickly after remembering what steve had said about talking. they were both fuming and you absolutely sure that if you found the courage to disobey either of them again you would never be given the privilege of cumming again. all three of you knew that the boy had been dead serious with his threat.
you slowly moved your gaze up so that it met steve’s piercing eyes and shakily nodded your head to signal that you were ready to continue.
steve chuckled to himself and jolted your head down so that your limp body was laying across his lap helplessly.
instantly the sharp pain returned and you began to feel the iron engravings on the belt press into your sensitive ass, creating obvious markings. blood had even began to steadily stream down your thighs and you bit down on your tongue in attempt to silence yourself.
“only gonna give you five tonight baby. does that sound okay?” eddie checked in.
you bobbed your head up and down to signal that you felt comfortable enough to take that kind of torment and almost instantly felt steve lightly squeeze your bicep to sooth you and let you know that he was still with you.
“so proud of you baby..” steve cooed. “just need you to count out the next four spanks for me.. yea?”
you restrained yourself from whining out in protest because you had already endured three harsh spanks so really you were only supposed to receive two, but decided against it for your own benefit.
“now baby we’ve only given you permission to count so we don’t want to hear any other little noises come from that pretty mouth of yours.” eddie demanded.
you shook your head once more in approval and within seconds felt the metal slap across your ass.
“two!” you shrieked out in agony. steve and eddie looked at each other and chuckled darkly.
“shhh baby.. better not be so loud.. the neighbours might think somethings wrong and come over to check on you.” steve taunted in your ear. “or is that exactly what you want? to have the neighbours see you sprawled out across my knee like the little slut you are?”
your pussy throbbed with desire but you knew that your punishment had to come first. steve and eddie wouldn’t let you get away that easily.
the next three spanks came down quickly, giving you very little time to even register what has happening. the pain from each of the smacks rose to surface of your ass all at once causing you to yelp out in pain.
“a- ah- three, fo- four, five!”
steve and eddies eyes immediately shot to each others and then to the ice bucket which had been placed earlier that evening in the centre of the table. you had screamed out without their permission and now you needed to punished even more.
within seconds steve was yanking you off of his lap and eddie was rushing to clear everything off of the table.
everything except the ice bucket.
once all of the plates and cutlery had been moved to one of the unattended patio chairs steve laid you out on the dinner table on your stomach. because you were blindfolded you were completely unsure of what was going on, but you knew that it definitely didn’t involve pleasure. at least not for you anyways. steve and eddie were overwhelmed with pleasure. seeing you struggle turned the both of them on beyond belief and only intensified their deep desire to have complete control over you.
the tea towels that eddie had plucked off of the wooden table were now being slung around your wrists and ankles by the two boys and you quickly realised what was happening.
you were being restrained.
you let out a shrill cry to exhibit your frustration but were quickly put in your place when eddie took the last tea towel and shoved in down your throat so that you were practically gagging on it.
you tried to scream, kick, and punch your way off the table but it was completely useless. you were going to be punished and there was no getting out of it.
“now” steve began.. “lets try this again, shall we? and try to listen this time you bratty, ignorant whore. you are going to endure your punishment of five spanks and daddy’s belt buckle will be used. no excuses. while i do that eds has seem to taken pity on you and agreed to make you feel a little… better.”
you didn’t like the way steve said better. you had almost heard his voice become darker and more demanding.
suddenly you gasped when you felt something gently touch your abdomen. it was steve’s hand. you could tell just by his touch that it was him.
“are you doing okay?” steve whispered.
“we can stop right now baby…” eddie assured while stroking a strand of hair behind your ear. “do you think thats what you need?”
you shook your head no and steve responded by giving your stomach a playful squeeze.
“my perfect girl” he praised while bringing his hand up to stroke your cheek.
you blushed at his kind words. steve and eddie both had power over you but steve had something that eddie never would. control.
obviously you loved the both of them equally and were desperate for each of them but you wanted something from steve that you could never get from eddie. no, you needed something from steve that you couldn’t get from eddie.
discipline.
everything about steve was so demanding. he was never afraid to be rough with you, was never afraid to push you past your limits. he was the only one that could truly put you in your rightful place. you loved eddie but sometimes he would only go so far with punishments in order to not hurt you too much. but steve knew how much you could take. steve knew what he could get you to do and he knew how much raw potential you had. although he might never admit it out loud, steve thought you were the most incredible, talented person out there and all he wants is to help you achieve anything and everything, even if that means being rougher with you.
steve then quickly broke contact causing you to whine out in annoyance but any sound that should have come out was muffled by the makeshift gag.
eddie followed steve’s lead and left your side to jump on top of the dinner table and kneel in between your spread legs.
the two boys exchanged mischievous glares with one another before steve gripped onto his leather belt and slashed it mercilessly across your bloody bottom. simultaneously, eddie plunged his ring clad fingers and a freezing cold piece of ice up your tight pussy.
shock.
your body had gone into complete shock.
you couldn’t feel anything.
that was until thirty seconds later when you were quickly snapped out of the numb state just to find another harsh slap delivered on your ass.
you were going to be horribly bruised and welted in the morning and you were almost certain that you wouldn’t be able to sit down for weeks to come. blood was splattered across your thighs causing both steve and eddies jeans to tighten as their erections grew at the dirty sight and the skin was already turning slightly purple. both boys felt bad but by the way eddie was looking into steve’s eyes it was clear that he felt really fucking bad.
steve shook his head but eddies eyes only pleaded back at him. he didn’t want to see his baby suffer. not like this. only wanted to make her feel good.
steve shook his head once more but eddie held his ground. you didn’t deserve this. yeah you had been a little bratty and you should have finished your dinner but it shouldn’t have been taken this far.
finally an exasperated sign escaped steve’s lips and he walked back towards your head to gently remove the gag and the blindfold. both were soaking wet from tears and saliva but you didn’t care. you were too needy to care.
“baby?” steve asked.
“mhm” you barely managed to whimper back at him.
“eds thinks that we should stop. do you think so too?” he questioned innocently.
“steve stop it. she’s done. i’m fucking serious. let’s just take her upstairs and give her a bath and then cuddle her to sleep.” eddie scolded.
your head instantly jolted up after hearing eddie’s words. he wanted to take you to bed, which meant you would be forced to sleep. you couldn’t fucking sleep. not now! not while you were still so achey,.. so needy,.. so fucking desperate…
“no!” you almost screamed at steve while his eyes bulged out in surprise at your instant response and quick recovery.
“i-i mean…” you began to correct. “i mean that i want you to finish punishing me daddy.” you said politely and definitively.
“baby are you sure?” eddie cooed while rubbing his warm hands up and down your smooth legs.
“y-yes eds.” you promised. “i’m sure.”
steve beamed down at you. he was so proud of you.
you were his girl.
you were his best girl.
steve stroked your supple skin with one hand and gently began undoing one of the wrist restraints with the other. eddie was doing the same on the other side.
“wha-” you protested. “daddy i said i wanna keep going!”
“i know baby, we are just gonna do things a little differently…” he assured you.
the boys untied the last two tea towels from the table and your ankles before steve was taking a seat in a chair that lay close to you. as he gently picked you up from the table he carefully positioned you across his lap and started to play with your hair again.
“how’s this?” he asked.
“perfect daddy, thank you.” you mumbled into his chest.
“good girl for using your manners.” steve praised even more. his mood had drastically improved and at this point he knew that you had reached your peak and needed to be brought down.
“are you sure you wanna finish this?” eddie asked worriedly while his eyes shot daggers at steve.
“yes eds.. wanna finish my punishment and be a good girl for daddy.” you announced while nuzzling your face deeper into steve.
“ok baby, just tell me if it’s too much.. ok?” eddie asked. he knew you weren’t going to change your mind when it came to appeasing steve, and he also knew how much steve felt the need to complete a things after starting them. especially punishments. steve’s need for constant control really angered eddie and it frustrated him that your constant need for validation had been taken this far.
“mhm k” you mumbled sheepishly back.
and with that sound of confirmation steve’s palm rose and quickly clapped back down on your bloody ass. a slight squeak escaped from your lips, but honestly the spank had been fairly gentle and it was quite obvious how much steve was truly holding back. he knew how angry eddie was and he was angry with himself for hurting you to this extent. but deep down a small part of him knew that this was what you truly needed and what you had wanted all along.
another light smack was placed on your rear end but this time even gentler than the last. pain was still searing through your thighs and steve started to worry some of the wounds might become more serious or infected if touched too much or left them exposed for too long.
finally the last (but firm) spank was laid across your back side and you cried out in relief as realised that it was all over.
“shhh..” steve cooed while pulling you closer and peppering kisses across your face. “come on baby let’s go get you cleaned up.”
and with that steve scooped you up in his arms and began making his way towards the door to go back inside…
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water rushed over your body while you grasped tightly onto steve’s large hands and carefully traced over each of the prominent veins. the boy had been sitting in a warm bubble bath with you for the past half hour after bandaging you up and giving you a million feel better kisses (which you were still in the process of receiving btw) while eddie cleaned up downstairs.
“baby?” steve mumbled into your shoulder.
“yes daddy?” you responded quietly.
“i know that i can be hard on you sometimes.. and i know that sometimes i can be a bit too rough but i just want you to know that i only act that way because of how much i love you and want you to reach your full potential. you’re perfect baby and i really don’t know what i’d do without you in my life. i love you so fucking much and never want you to ever feel unwanted or like i would ever actually want to hurt you. i know i can get carried away sometimes and it can feel like you might want to leave me during certain moments so i just wanted t-”
steve was abruptly cut off by you latching onto his pink lips and kissing him passionately.
“daddy i love you so much.” you pulled away and confessed.
tears welled in steve’s eyes and as you clung onto his body you could feel him melt into you. he had never been this vulnerable and open with you before and you knew how much it truly scared him. you wanted him to feel safe too.
“i’ll never leave you daddy.” you whispered into his ear. “i promise.”
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this smut fic was inspired by @rollergirlworld and @carol-munson so make sure to check out both of their pages because they post some really amazing content!!
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whining and crying while steve fucks you into the mattress that you’re gonna make a mess and he’s like “fuck- it’s okay, daddy will clean it up, don’t worry” in between grunts. so then you stop caring that your cunt is a sopping mess and your dripping all over yourself and the bed. so then he cleans you up and the bed afterwards because he’s daddy 🥰
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steve harrington is such a daddy.
he makes you feel so fucking good and i always headcannon steve and his gf to have dacryphilia involved in their sex life, so it’s perfect that stevie’s angel is such a crybaby!
steve loves how teary eyed you get when he’s fucking you into the mattress, how whiny and pouty and subby you get for him, so dumb on his cock at times that the only thing you can moan and mumble is “daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy” and it drives steve crazy …….
especially once he figures out just how much you love to be smothered, completely crushed, absolutely smushed under his weight— you’ll wrap your legs around his waist and pull him on top of you with little “no, no, no”’s if he pulls the slightest bit of his weight off of you, starting to cry and grabbing at his shoulders and arms desperately to pull him back, begging him to pin you down, to press closer *drools*
but one thing about steve is that he likes it messy — spit, drool, cum, def lots of cum play, all of it — loves it when he’s fucking you so deep and so hard you go quiet and limp and start drooling… loves leaving bite marks and hickeys all over you, marking you up everywhere he can no matter how visible it is afterwards because he knows you wear his marks with such obvious pride just like he does yours… loves to lick you all over, especially on your neck and tits just to see the full body shivers going down your spine… loves it when your cunt is messy with a mix of both yours and his cum that he keeps fucking deeper into you, pretty much fucking overflowing your pussy so much it starts to spill out of you and all over the bed, all over his thighs, down your ass, making the most lewd wet noises… *sighs*
and at first you get so. fucking. embarrassed. you’re making such a mess and you can’t stop it, your eyes go teary and wide with humiliation and “‘m sorry, stevie, sorry, it just feels s’good” and you try to move away from him in a haste, all upset at being a bad girl and making a mess when your perfect daddy is just trying to make you feel good, to spoil you, and you immediately think of getting up to clean up the bed for him so maybe he won’t be upset and you can be his good girl again but as if he was reading your mind he stops you, won’t let you pull away, stays inside you, and grips your chin to make you look at him
“you’re okay, angel, it’s okay. make a mess, show me how good it feels, daddy will clean it up later, you’re still my good girl”
so you get all flustered and pouty and you furrow your brows that cute way you do that steve loves when you’re trying to be all serious and whisper a little “promise?” because you can’t handle not being his good girl and steve is losing his mind, there’s no way he didn’t dream you up “promise, my angel, you’re daddy’s perfect girl, love it when you’re messy for me” i- 😵💫
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platonic friends night out in the club 😝😝😝
💗💜💙
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