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teabights · 2 years

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Undress You With My Eyes, I'm Ready To Go.

Summary: Joe gets needy at a work event.

Pairing: Joe Keery x Reader

AN: uh whoops I accidentally wrote Joe Keery smut but like sub!joe keery sorry. Also 18+ MINORS DNI

P.S. this is the first ive written smut in a really long time so please be nice. If you dont like it, dont interact with it.

WC: 2228

Joe kisses your shoulder as his arm sits around your waist. You have a cup of whatever alcohol you managed to get a hold of. You keep your attention on the conversation that you are having with David. David is talking about your schoolwork.

"Yeah, I graduate in May. I defended my dissertation last month." You say.

"So, you'll be Dr. Y/L/N?" David asks.

"Yes sir." You say with a smile.

"Well, congratulations kid. That's really awesome." David says then takes a sip of his drink.

"I will definitely have to send out graduation invites." You say.

"Babe…" Joe comments.

"I will leave you two kids alone, still congrats!" David smiles wide, walking off from you two.

"Yes Joe?" You ask as you look at your man.

"I love you." He whispers as he finishes off his fourth drink.

"I love you." You say, finishing your second drink of the night. "Can you get me something with jaeger in it?"

"Yes momma." He whispers as he leaves your side.

You chuckle as you look over the room. Your eyes on the other Joe chatting with Grace, looking awfully flirty. Your Joe enters your view. You smile as you take the drink he hands you.

"Thanks baby." You say as you take a sip. Mostly jaeger and a little coke.

"Can we go after this?" Joe almost begs.

"And why's that?" You raise an eyebrow as you look at him.

"Undress you with my eyes, I'm ready to go." He mumbles.

"It's your work event." You say.

"Its just… I need you, momma." He whispers, his cheeks heating up.

"Well, pretty boy, I wanna have one more drink. Then you can have Momma." You say.

"Keery." Charlie says as he approaches you two.

"Hey Charlie." Joe says, pulling the man into a side hug.

"How have you been? I feel like you fall off the face of the planet when we don't film." Charlie says with a smile.

"Yeah, someone…" he motions to you. "Keeps me busy. And Djo keeps me busy."

"Fair enough. And Y/N you need to post him more. I miss his face." Charlie says with a chuckle.

"Oh, I know you miss your boyfriend." You tease.

"He's my first love." Charlie says with a joke.

"I'll always be your first." Joe says with a chuckle.

Charlie and Joe spoke for another handful of minutes, enough for you to finish your drink. You see in Joe's cup that it was half gone. You excuse yourself from the pair to go up to the bar.

"Jaegar bomb please." You ask.

"A jaeger bomb? Looking to get messed up real quick?" A familiar British accent fills your ears. You turn to see Jamie standing there.

"Hey Jay!" You pull him into a quick hug.

"I feel like you've been at Keery's hip all night and I haven't gotten to see you!" Jamie whines as he hugs you back.

"Ah, I can't help it. He's great to be around." You say as you watch your drink get put down and you pick it up.

"He really is. How is everything going with him?" Jamie asks.

"Good. Really good. It'll be three years in June." You nod your head.

"Do you think he might propose?" He asks.

"Uh, probably not… why who told you that he was?" You ask. "Was it Maya?"

"No one told me anything. I assume after being with someone for three years, you two are ready to take that step." Jamie says.

"Yeah, I think we are ready, but I am happy with where we are at." You respond.

"Speak of." Jamie says as you both see Joe walk to you.

"I don't feel good." Joe whispers as he takes your hand.

"I'll chat with you later Jamie. Someone says he doesn't feel good." You motion to Joe with your head.

"Get him home and drink some water." Jamie says.

You and Joe say bye. Joe and you walk away, stopping for a moment as you look around the party. Joe is behind you, his full presses against your ass.

"Irish goodbye." You whisper.

"Please momma." He says.

You two slip out of the bar. There are a few seconds of being outside that you didn't realize how the alcohol affected you. You pin him against the cold brick of the building, trapping him in a kiss. Your knee lands between his legs. He pathetically rubs his crotch on your thigh.

"Ah, pathetic." You mumble against his lips.

"Momma, I need you so bad." He whispers.

"Let me order us an Uber and then you can have me." You say as you pull your phone from your pocket.

You immediately open uber and put in the hotel address. You get the uber ordered. Following Joe around for this press run had been your favorite thing this season, mostly because you were able to. You look at Joe, his eyes start to water up.

"You're a horny little drunk baby huh?" You look at him.

"So needy momma." He knows better than to touch you, even though all he wants is to slide his cock into you.

“You’re lucky none of your friends notice you being so submissive for me.” You mumble.

“Well, Momma shouldn’t look so pretty.” He utters in response.

Your eyes roll as you move your knee from between his legs, which makes him whine. You lean over to kiss him, which lasts about ten seconds. You see a car pull up. You take his hand and walk to the car. Verifying that it is for you, you two climb in the back. You keep your hand on his thigh the entire ride. His eyes watch the scenery pass. As the driver stops at the hotel, you thank them and get out. You two walk into the lobby and walk to the stairs because you are scared of elevators. Joe and you somehow make it up the two flights of stairs to get to the third floor. You grab his hand as you two walk to your door. Joe opens the door and you walk in, pulling him in. The door slams closed as you use Joe’s body to close it after you start to kiss him again. Your hands were quick to start working his belt and the button and zipper of his slacks. His hands rest on your waist, knowing he isn’t allowed to be handsy with you, especially when you are wearing your nicer clothes. Your hand slides into the band of his boxers to grab ahold of his cock, which earns a moan from him that radiates into your mouth. He breaks the kiss.

“Please…” He whines.

“Please what?” You mocked his ‘please.’ “Be a good boy and use your words.”

“Please fuck me momma. Please…” He begs.

“It’s never that easy, is it Joey?” You tease.

“No momma.” He whines.

“Now, go get undressed. Lay out those clothes neatly. This is a really nice suit.” You say.

“But… I like it when you undress me.” He says quietly, his hands grabbing at your stockings.

“Too bad.” You smack his hand away. “I am not letting you put a run in my stocking. Do what you are told.”

Joe just nods his head and walks over to the little closet that all hotels have. You watch him undress. He hangs up his jacket and his button up. You look over his chest, nothing but a few curls that were peeking out of his undershirt. You take a moment to walk over to him, holding your hair up. He pulls down the zipper on your dress. You walk away from him to let him continue. You pull off your dress, only being in your matching bra and panty set. You look over and he is neatly folding up his pants to hang up on a pant hanger. You pick up your dress from the floor. You walk to him and hand it to him.

“Hang this up for momma, please.” You ask.

“Yes momma.” He takes the dress, pulling the zipper up and sliding it onto a hanger.

You sit down on the little bench in front of the bed, undoing your heels. You take a moment to shimmy out of the tights, which you leave next to your shoes. You can feel Joe’s eyes burn a hole into your skin.

“You are still dressed. I am not fucking you with socks on.” You say, not even looking at him.

You see in your peripheral that he starts to take off his socks, his undershirt, and his boxers, leaving them in a neat little pile. He walks to you. You glance at him. You motion for him to get on your knees, which he drops to his knees in front of you. Your legs spread open. He immediately starts to kiss your left thigh. You can see that his hard cock has turned a cute dark shade of pink. His cock sits promptly against his stomach. His lips trails to your right thigh.

“Momma, can I eat?” His words pull you from looking at his cock.

“Very good asking, yes pretty boy.” Your hand occupies his hair as you assist him in pulling off your panty.

Joe takes in the sight of your pussy. The slight gleam from the little arousal you feel. You watch him before he digs in. His tongue licks up stripes of your wetness. He dips his tongue into you, his hand moving to rub your clit, which earns the beautiful soundtrack he loves so much. You only pull on his hair as filth spills from your mouth.

“Fuck fuck fuck… Ah Joey.”

After Joe works a couple more minutes, your stomach tightens and your walls tighten. You release with your first orgasm of the night. You pant hard, watching him clean up the mess he made with his mouth. You push him away from you and close your legs.

“On the bed, now. Momma needs your cock.” You simply state.

You watch him scramble to his feet and lay himself on the bed. You move from your spot, to be straddling him. You slide your wet pussy against his erection and he whines at you. You chuckle a little bit.

“You still have to beg.” You say.

“Please momma. Please. Please. Please ride my cock, please.” He begs in between whines as you keep sliding your wet pussy on his hard cock.

“No.” You simply say.

“Please. Momma. I’ve been a good boy all night. I didn’t slip up in front of my friends. I am a good boy, please.” He begs, eyes watering up.

“Oh you want me to ride you so bad that you are crying? Oh what a pathetic baby.” You spit.

“Momma… Momma please.” He begs, a few tears run down his cheeks.

“Momma Momma please.” You mock. “Use your big boy words.”

“Momma, please ride my cock. I wanna feel your pussy around my cock. Please momma.” He begs one last time.

You grip his cock and let it slide into you, which he earns a moan from you. You start to move yourself up and down on his cock, moaning.

“Fuck you feel so good baby. You fill me up so well.” You say between a set of moans.

He grabs on to your waist. You two sounds fill up the hotel room. You keep sliding on his cock, moving your hands to undo your bra and tossing it somewhere else, usually you are so particular about where clothes go during sex. You lean down to catch his lips in a kiss. Your hands hold you up as you are in a slightly new position. You fuck yourself on his cock, hitting that familiar spot over and over and over again, which makes you break the kiss and moan in an almost screaming tone. Your walls clench down on his cock with each thrust. His lips part as he moans along with you.

“Fuck momma, so close.” He whines.

“Momma first.” You say, knowing you aren’t going to last much longer.

“Momma…” He whines loudly.

“Hold it.” You demand.

You keep riding his cock and letting profanities leave your throat. The familiar tightness starts and you are gone. You ride him through your orgasm. Your walls clenching around him makes his whine loudly as he starts to fill you up. You keep yourself going to get every last drop from him.

“Good job baby.” You say with a pant. You move a hand to push his hair out of his face, taking a moment to move the sweat drenched pieces off his forehead.

“Fuck, it’s been a while since…” He mutters, words escaping his brain. His eyes land on you. “Is that new?” He points to a small ‘JK’ in dainty font on your shoulder.

“Yeah… I got it last month.” You say.

“I love you.” He says.

“I love you.” You say.

You two share a kiss. You quickly move from him to get off the bed, feeling a bit of the release run down your inner thigh, which makes your nose scrunch up.

“I could have worn a condom.” Joe says as he chuckles at your face.

“No, I like it raw. I just hate cleaning up.” You mumble as you go to the bathroom.

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justmeinadaze · 3 months

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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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itsoutrageouss · 2 years

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Can you do an Eddie x reader angst where reader is a cheerleader that has a MASSIVE crush on Eddie. She asked him out but because she’s a cheerleader he thinks it a joke and mocks her etc

a/n: hey sweetheartss- thank you so fkn much for all the love on my last Eddie post. This is sorta similar but a different scenario- hope you enjoy <3

warnings: kinda mean!eddie in the beginning obv, reader feeling humiliated, super mega fluffy cute ending!!!!

Nice fucking try - e. m.

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He was never at any of the games- which fair enough, why would he be?

Yet you couldn’t help the disappointment when you scanned the crowd for a specific mop of curls with no luck. You had practiced the fuck out of this routine and yet no one would probably be looking at you- they’d all look at chrissy instead.

It was like this often. You’d search for Eddie, and when you finally caught him, you’d sit and watch his sporadic movements and tales, admiring him from afar. He had sent a couple of sweet smiles your way; that was your only lifeline to him and you being a possibility. You were a cheerleader after all, and you knew how the basket team treated people like Eddie. You knew he probably thought the same of you but you were aching to prove him otherwise.

You had to do something about the way your heart was on fire for him, a bird beating itself to death in a cage, a moth around a lamppost- you couldn’t keep letting it burn until there was only ashes left.

You knew he had his usual hellfire club meeting today, and suddenly the routine you were doing was the least of your concerns- you even stepped on someone’s toes in the process but it didn’t matter. You were going for it. You were gonna give him the sweetest smile and the most sincere smile and ask Eddie Munson on a date, no matter what any of your friends thought. No matter to what depths your social status would go. You would risk it for him, you were head over heels after all.

After changing quickly while ignoring the annoyed look from your friends ‘cause of your routine slip up, you hurried to the hellfire club room.

Rocking back and forth in your converse, you leaned against a locker while fiddling with the strap of your gym bag. No sooner did the door fling open and several members left the room, mainly ignoring you or giving you a suspicious side-eye, except Mike who waved to you, since you knew Nancy. She was one of the few people who you trusted with your feelings about Eddie. When all had left, you stepped inside to see Eddie packing up from the campaign.

You didn’t say anything, heart suddenly in your throat and palms sweaty. The fabric of his white t-shirt was stretching over his back and he reached over the table, not yet noticing your presence.

“Eddie?” You asked softly, but he still jumped at your voice, a few dices clattering to the ground. The room was ominously lit, casting amber shadows over his pretty face.

“Uh, yes?” He asked slightly confused- suspicion already bleeding from his tone. He picked the dice off of the floor and continued to pack everything away while you stood.

“I uhm- well I don’t know if you know my name-“

“- y/n, yeah. I know.” He grumbled, not seeming particularly interested in what you had to say. You tried not to let it defeat the courage that had etched into your skin, dripping on your tongue.

“Was it a good… campaign?” You asked with a weary voice. You had secretly picked up a little starter guide to the dice game Eddie seemed so passionate about, to try and understand him better.

He scoffed. What kind of fucking foolery was the jocks up to now?

He didn’t even bother replying, knowing that wasn’t the reason you were here, was probably a fucking trick question already. You cheerleaders were like little heathens.

When he didn’t reply you felt your face flush in embarrassment- had you said something wrong?

“Okay well uh- I was wondering if,” you stuttered, fumbled over all your words as you kept fidgeting with your bag. The bird in the cage surely almost done for. The moth was growing tired.

“- if you’d like to do something with me sometime? Like hangout? On- on a date or something like that?” You asked. Your voice was breathy and the words came out a lot faster and unsure than you would’ve liked.

Finally he diverted his attention to you, his figure turning torturously slow, a finger raised in the air in front of him. “You’re asking me out?” He asked incredulously. He didn’t believe they would try such an old trick on him.

“Nice fucking tryyyy Princess,” he said loudly, voice dragging out the words- in case any of your friends were on the other side of the door laughing their asses off.

“What, you’d take me out to a nice dinner, laugh at my jokes and let me take you home to my scrappy little trailer? Is that what you want?” He laughed humourlessly, tongue rolling around his cheek while he stalked towards you.

“I- I mean that sounds fine to me?” You tried, voice more unsteady than ever. You couldn’t tell what was happening but the bird and the moth were lying helplessly in your heart and hot tears tickled the corners of your eyes.

“That sounds fine to you? I’m not falling for this shit, little witch. Run back to your friends, will ya?” He didn’t even spare you another glance as he finished cleaning the table and flung his leather jacket on.

You stood motionless, throat bobbing in an effort not to cry. He hadn’t just rejected you, he had completely misjudged you with no after thought- discarded you because of prejudices. You stormed out of the room with a horrible mix of rage and shame washing over you.

—☕️

“Something sick happened when all you little sheep left hellfire yesterday,” Eddie began as he placed his lunch tray drown dramatically. He glared over to the jocks table, surprised to instead find you sitting alone, sulking.

“What’s up?” Dustin asked curiously, biting into his apple.

“Little miss y/l/n tried to ask me out yesterday. Tried to humiliate me- but this mighty fucking game master didn’t fall for it,” he said almost proudly, digging into his lunch.

“Woah she asked you out? Was that why she was outside hellfire?” Mike said, voice borderline serious in a way that caught both Dustin and Eddies attention.

“Yes, so? Was expecting me to waltz right into that little trap,” he scoffed.

“Y/n asked you out? Dude she likes you! Seriously- I heard Nance and her talking about it a couple weeks ago in the car. She’s like over the moon for you, man.” Mike gestured around wildly to punctuate his words and their meaning.

Eddie stopped eating instantly, whatever was in his hand clattering to the tray as he looked over to your hunched figure again- head down, not eating, not talking.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck- please tell me you’re joking kid.” He tried desperately, looking between Mike and Dustin who didn’t waver at all. “Nope. No joke. Can’t stop talking about you I swear.”

Eddie buried his head in his hands.

A pretty, nice cheerleader had asked him out- had a fucking crush on him and he mocked her like that? Scared her away? The realisation hit him like a ton of bricks as he dragged his palms over his face and through his hair, reliving the whole experience yesterday; how nervous you had been, how you asked him about this campaign.

Before his mind could prepare him more, he jumped from his seat and ran through the cafeteria, nearly stumbling and drawing all eyes to him as usual.

You looked up, throat twisting into knots as you saw Eddie sit, literally, on his knees on the floor next to the bench where you sat in your solitude.

“Y/n-“ he said, almost out of breath. His eyes were so big and soft, so pleading and glossy, it touched your heart despite the way he broke it yesterday.

“Y/n I’m so sorry. I thought you were messing with me yesterday. Thought it was some kind of joke from your friends or- I didn’t- I didn’t know you meant it but Mike-“ he breathed again, pausing. Everyone was looking at the two of you, your eyes wide at his hasty, guilty confessions.

“Hey, hey-“ you said, placing a hand on his shoulder “-lets uh- go somewhere else, hm?” You tried, standing from the bench. He swallowed loudly before looking around.

“Yeah, yeah okay,” he breathed. When he looked at you then, he swore there was a gleam of something in your eyes.

It was hope.

You took his warm hand and dragged him out into the hall, ignoring the mocking from where your former friends sat. Where you used to be.

Eddie stuck his tongue out devilishly as you passed them before disappearing into the silent hall with you.

“Hi,” you said then, a soft smile splaying on your lips. It made Eddie’s insides flutter, knowing you were being genuine.

“Hey,” he replied with a huff, a broad grin adorning his features now too.

“I’m sorry-“ he began again but you cut him off quickly; his dramatic cafeteria gesture was enough of an apology to you, and you couldn’t even blame him for thinking like that with you being a part of the cheer squad.

“It’s okay, Eddie. I know I don’t seem like the type, but I promise you I- I think I really like you,” you confessed nervously, eyes darting around the tile floor “and I’m not friends with those dickheads anymore. Swear.”

The bird was beating around the cage, wilder and wilder and the moth dances excitedly around the bright burning lamppost.

“So the offers still- its still on?” He asked hopefully. You couldn’t possibly resist those puppy dog eyes he flashed you, the way his hands fidgeted with the rings adorning his slender fingers.

You nodded eagerly, not daring to believe any of this was really happening. “I’m not much for dinners, though” you added. He laughed. A warm sound you could see yourself getting very used to.

“Me neither. We’ll figure something out, hm?” He asked rhetorically, head tilting to the side to peer down at your hopeful face. Your expression made the guilt from yesterday wash away from his conscience, albeit slowly. God you were gorgeous, and he had half a mind to believe he was dreaming in this moment.

“It’s a date, then.” You stated. Before he could reply, you raised to your tiptoes and kissed his cheek gently.

A furious red blush crept up on his cheek and neck, his lips parted in surprise.

“Yeah. Yeah, it’s uh- it’s a date,” he smiled, flustered as he squeezed your hand.

So damn gorgeous, he thought.

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strangererotica · 2 months

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EXPLICIT CONTENT | MINORS DNI

Steve Harrington x reader | sex in the shower with boyfriend!steve 🧡

You woke to the sound of running water close by. As your eyes blinked open and drifted to the bathroom door, you noticed it had been left slightly ajar. Moist air drifted from inside, along with the woodsy, peppery scent of your boyfriend’s shampoo…

You grinned contentedly, remembering all the ways Steve had made love to you the night before. Stretching your arms and legs under the sheets, you felt a large, damp patch in the middle of the bed, and your smile grew wider. The image of Steve’s face between your thighs lingered in your mind…how handsome he’d looked, covered in your slick from his hairline to his chin. You’d squirted several times in a row as he ate you out, soaking not only Steve but apparently, saturating the sheets beneath you as well.

Memories of last night traveled straight from your mind to between your legs. Your cunt was still puffy and moist from Steve’s efforts the night before. He’d come inside you when he finished, and the combination of Steve’s release and yours was a sticky reminder between your thighs of the cum-soaked state he’d left you in…

You returned your focus to the sound of the shower running in the bathroom, listening to the stream of water shift as Steve’s body moved under it. You decided that waiting any longer for him to fuck you again was not an option. Pulling back the sheets from your body, you tiptoed naked to the bathroom, and gently crept inside. The small room was warm and inviting, the air thick with moisture. You reached for the shower door, carefully sliding it so you wouldn’t startle Steve.

…When his hand wrapped around your wrist and tugged you inside with him, a surprised little gasp escaped your lips, quickly followed by giggles as Steve pulled you close. His arms surrounded you in warmth, wrapping around your waist and pressing your chest to his. Steve’s back faced the shower head, droplets of water splashing from his broad shoulders and onto your breasts as he squeezed you closer.

The coarse hair on Steve’s chest looked even darker than usual, matted down with water and just beginning to curl. The friction it caused against your breasts felt incredible. Your nipples perked instantly, rising to meet the soaked nest of hair they were immersed in. Steve didn’t miss the way your eyes fluttered in a soft expression of bliss when he pressed his knee between your thighs, nudging your clit. Steve kept his knee locked there, his muscular thigh wedged flush against your cunt. He could feel your need, the way your pouty pussy throbbed against his skin in time with your heartbeat.

Steve’s lips met yours in a kiss that tasted of rain in the middle of Summer, fresh and warm as it melted between your lips. His tongue played tenderly with yours, gently stroking and caressing into your kiss. Your cunt wept greedily against Steve’s thigh, the evidence of your arousal dripping down his leg, mixing with the water and circling the drain.

Steve’s hands wandered up your back, his fingertips tickling your spine. The gesture made you shiver against him, your nipples perking even firmer, goosebumps dotting your skin. Steve’s lips ventured to your shoulders, kissing the goosebumps away, his fingers lacing delicately through your hair. He rocked his thigh against your cunt, pulling a desperate whimper from your throat.

“Steve,” you breathed, and he nodded in response, water dripping from the ends of his hair. “I know, baby,” he said, sliding one hand beneath your thigh. “You don’t have to say it; I already know…”

Steve lifted one of your legs and wrapped it around his waist, hoisting you up so your knee was bent over his elbow. With his free hand, he reached between your bodies and took hold of his cock. Rubbing his tip between your slick folds, Steve collected a generous amount of your cum on the head of his cock before pressing inside you, filling you whole.

The position gave Steve even deeper access to your cunt than usual; with his body bent slightly at the waist and your leg elevated to the level of his hip, Steve could fuck places inside you that more standard positions didn’t allow.

Your forehead was pressed to Steve’s chest, tears of relief burning behind your eyes as you squeezed them closed. Every upward punch of Steve’s hips hit a place so deep inside you, it felt like you were being stretched open for the first time, like losing a second virginity in part of you that hadn’t previously existed.

Steve’s eyes were glossy, his gaze fixed between your bodies, watching his cock disappear inside you. Your needy cunt swallowed Steve eagerly, sucking him like a vice. His thrusts began to grow desperate in pursuit of his climax, the heady burn of pleasure within Steve at its absolute peak.

With a groan of release, Steve erupted deep inside you, emptying against your cervix and painting your vagina in cum. Immediately after his orgasm, Steve went to his knees in front of you. He shoved his face between your thighs, hungrily probing your pussy. With his tongue buried in your cunt, Steve let you ride him to your own climax. You clutched Steve’s shoulders for support as you humped his face and bounced on his tongue till your orgasm was spilling through you in waves. Steve licked your vagina clean, sucking his cum from between your lips, peppering delicate kisses along your puffy cunt before rising to his feet, and taking you again into his arms.

A warm stream of water and cum dripped between your bodies as you held each other inside the shower. Tilting Steve’s face to yours, you teased his lips apart with your tongue. The sweet, salty flavor of your cum and Steve’s blended together as you explored each other in a deep, passionate kiss. Steve tugged your bottom lip between his, sucking lightly. When he released it, he was smiling, his pretty hazel eyes adoring you. “Let’s dry off and get back in bed,” Steve grinned mischievously. “So I can get you wet all over again…”

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astermath · 11 months

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unexpected guest *ੈ✩‧

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: steve isn’t too pleased when you come home with a stray kitten. money is tight, you’re both working full time, and he was never too fond of cats to begin with. somehow, you manage to convince him to keep it anyways.

word count: 1.7K

tags: established relationship, steve and reader are living together in Indianapolis, normal sized font below the cut!

notes: been a little unmotivated recently but nothing motivates me like imagining steve harrington holding a cute animal tbh. he always struck me as a dog type, but I feel like he’d enjoy cats too. thanks to @inkluvs for helping me decide on a title and rambling with me <3

let me know if you’d like to be added to the tag list for further steve harrington related content! requests are open!

The pitter patter of heavy rain made for an eerie symphony outside the apartment you shared with Steve. The air is foggy, humid, and it usually wouldn't make him feel this unsettled. No, in fact, he quite likes the rain. When he's inside at least, cuddled up with you on the couch to inevitably watch whatever you wanted on the TV.

But the apartment is empty, at an hour when it normally shouldn't be. Steve's eyes find the faint red glow of the oven's clock; you should have been home an hour ago. Worry settles in his stomach at the thought of all the reasons you could possibly be late. Maybe you were stuck somewhere, kidnapped, or worse.

His socked feet tread along your hardwood floor, pacing with his lip caught under his teeth. Steve knows you’re a capable woman who can handle herself, but you’re never late. He knows you’re always getting home as fast as you can, having missed him and your lovely apartment all day.

He's already reaching for the phone to call you when he hears the familiar jingle of your keys behind the door. A feeling of intense relief washes over him when you open the door and he's met with your beautiful appearance. Wet, messy, and disheveled, but beautiful.

He wastes no time, strong arms winding around you as soon as your coat is off, face buried in your soaked hair.

You chuckle, awkwardly shuffling one of your arms from in between the embrace to rub over his back.

"You're late." He mumbles into the crown of your head, before pressing a kiss into it.

"I know, I'm sorry, I just got really held up at work."

Steve frowns at your excuse. Your boss is really nice, and you're usually never back late. Plus, it's a Tuesday, the café you work at couldn't have been that busy, right?

That's when he notices your other hand, clutching a bag filled with what at first glance seems like random stuff and a blanket.

"Whatcha got there, hm?" He pulls away slightly, head tilting to motion to your mystery bag.

"Oh, nothing," you try your best at a convincing smile, "just some leftovers from work." You swallow, and when you meet your boyfriend's eyes he's giving you that look. It's the same one he gives you when you ate the last bit of ice cream, or when you try to get out of running errands. You suck at lying, you're both well aware of that.

The silence is broken when a soft, squeaky noise erupts from the bag. Your feeble attempt at covering it up with a forced cough is apparently not enough, because Steve is now reaching for the bag, wanting to see for himself what you'd brought in with you.

"N-No, Steve!" You pull your arm away, careful not to shuffle the bag around too much. Whatever was inside was probably fragile, he thought. "It's a, uhm... It's a-- a surprise!" You try to sneak past him to head to your bedroom, but he stops you by wrapping his arms around your waist from behind.

"Honey," he leans his head down so his lips are close to your ear. If you weren't so focused on covering up what was in the bag, you were sure your knees would have buckled at the sound of his sultry voice, "you're gonna tell me what's in the bag, alright?"

Your shoulders drop slightly, a defeated sigh emitting from you as you turn around. "Will you promise not to get mad?"

"Sugar..." His brows furrow, already worried about what's it going to be.

"I'm serious," you look up at him with puppy eyes, "promise?"

He sighs, running a hand through his hair. He could never deny you anything when you were looking at him like that. "Fine, promise. Just-- Just show me, alright?"

You crouch down, taking off the blanket that was pretty much drenched from the rain to reveal a box. You're really careful, hands a little shaky, and Steve's curiosity grows by the second.

Finally, you open up the box. He has to squint for a moment, not sure what he's seeing exactly, so he crouches down across you to have a better look.

In the corner of the box is a tiny lump of black fur, mewling surprisingly loud for its small size. Its blue eyes are almost entirely overtaken by the size of its pupils, and it's shaking a little from what he can only assume to be the cold.

"Baby, where did you--"

"Side of the road." You reached out to run a single finger under the kitten's chin, and it wobbles a little from the contact. It couldn't be more than a few weeks old. "It was all alone, sopping wet and shivering." You sniffle, and Steve's heart nearly shatters at the sight of you tearing up over it.

"It probably wouldn't have survived if I didn't do anything," a stray tear rolls down your cheek, "so I took it to the vet for an emergency checkup, got some wet cat food, and-- I don't know, I just... Look at it, Stevie."

The small feline stares at him, not scared, just curious as to who this large creature in front of it is. Steve frowns, resisting the urge to pet it before he starts to grow an actual attachment to it.

"Honey, you know we can't keep it..."

"Why not?" You sound hurt, but you know all the reasons why. First of all, Steve doesn't even like cats. He's always been a dog person, wanting to live out his six children fantasy with a golden retriever as a pet one day. Second of all, money is tight. You both work your asses off trying to save up for a better place someday, an actual house, and a pet can bring a lot of unforeseen costs with it. Yet something in you remains hopeful. That something is also aware of the effect you have on your boyfriend, and how convincing you can be.

He gives you a thin lipped smile in an attempt to comfort you, but you're not meeting his eyes. You're too focused on the little blessing in front of you, that you've already secretly named; Olive.

Steve tries to lean in and hug you, but suddenly, the kitten jumps out of the box and onto his lap. He feels its little baby claws go straight through the fabric of his sweatpants, wincing slightly at the feeling as he attempts to capture the little rascal in his hands. To no avail, as little Olive keeps climbing up his lap and onto his sweatshirt. It's surprisingly fast, for how tiny it is.

"H-Hey, come on now, this is my favorite sweater! You're puttin' holes in it you little demon!" Steve seems a little frazzled, not sure how to delicately handle an animal this small. It seems so tiny and fragile, yet it’s jumping around like it’s Spider-man or something.

You watch as your boyfriend continuously tries to remove the kitten from clawing at his sweater, and though you’re trying to be serious about convincing him and all that, it’s kind of hard when you’re looking at just about the cutest thing you’ve ever seen. You’re already so weak for the sight of Steve by himself, let alone accompanied by an adorable little cat.

Eventually he gets a hold of Olive, holding her up with his hands as it tries to gnaw at his fingers. “Oh you’re totally staying in air jail now young lady.” He glances over at you. “She’s a girl cat right?”

You nod, and he can tell you’re holding back your laugh.

“What?”

You snort. “Nothing, just— for someone who doesn’t want a cat, you already seem pretty attached.”

“Wha— I— Ow!” he winces when Olive starts digging her sharp little fangs into his thumb. He doesn’t let go of her though, still holding her up with a gentle grip. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, I’m just— disciplining her for the next person to get her.”

“Mhm, totally.” You grin, reaching out to pet the little black lump of fur he’s holding. She seems to respond much calmer to your touch. “Maybe… You wouldn’t be opposed to the idea of fostering her then?” You look up with those same puppy eyes again, and Steve thinks this is probably the deadliest combo he’s ever witnessed. Not only does he have to deal with your pleading gaze, but it’s now accompanied by the cutest little animal too. He’s only human, after all.

He sighs, carefully setting Olive back down into her box. He just looks at her for a second, surprised at how full of life she is. He always thought cats were lazy and indifferent to their surroundings, but this little one was practically bouncing off the walls.

“No—“ he starts.

“But Stevie!”

“Uh uh uh!” he holds up a finger, halting your sounds of protest. “You didn’t let me finish, sugar.”

You huff, rolling your eyes.

“I was gonna say, no,” he reaches out a single finger to scratch under Olive’s chin, “because I have a feeling we’re just going to keep her anyways.” His eyes return to yours, and he can see the hopeful glint in your expression. “You really like her, don’t you?”

You nod, smiling warmly. “Do you?”

“Well,” he wiggles finger, watching how she tries to play with it, “maybe she’s growing on me a little.”

“You love her.” You grin.

“Well, what can I say, I got a lot of love to give.” He reaches out his arm to pull you close, wrapping around your shoulder and planting a kiss on your head. You both just sit there on the floor for a while, playing with your newfound pet until she gets all tuckered out.

“You know,” you speak softly, not wanting to wake her up, “I’m really glad you agreed to keep her.”

Steve smiles, eyes still watching Olive sleep so peacefully. The contrast to her previous hyper activeness is stark. “Yeah? Why’s that?”

“Well,” You leaned your head against his shoulder. “I have a feeling she’s going to fit in here well. Like a little family.”

His heart swells with warmth at the word ‘family’. You know that means a lot to him, and in a way, he agrees. It’s a great first step to building something more akin to a home.

“And… Maybe I already got her chipped and registered at the vet before I got here.”

He rolls his eyes. “Of course you did.”

“Love you.” you chuckle, knowing he’s going to forgive you for your impulsiveness either way.

He kisses your head once more. “Love you too.”

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deluluaboutsteve · 9 months

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𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 | 𝘌𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘔𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘯

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader - best friends to lovers.

Summary: Fluff! You and Eddie have been best friends for years now but than unspoken feelings start coming to light.

Warnings: No use of y/n, smoking, swearing. Please tell me if I forgot any!

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Eddie closes his locker and turns to face you.

“Hey, did you do today’s homework?” He looks at you.

You sigh. “don’t even get me started on it, I did like one page and than I got bored.” You laugh.

Eddie chuckles. “Can I get the one page you did?”

You roll your eyes and smile slightly. “Yeah, sure.”You grab your book so he can copy your answers.

Eddie never does his homework, you’re always the one doing it for you both but you don’t really mind. That’s what best friends are for right? To help each other out.

“Thanks, I owe you.” Eddie smiles.

“That’s what you always say.” You smile back at him.

The school bell rings, you sigh as you grab your bag from the ground ready to head to your last class of the day.

“You wanna hang out after class? I got the good stuff with me again.” He grins while whispering the last part of the sentence.

“Yeah, the usual spot?” You grin back at him.

“Yeah of course, but I’ll just wait for you at your locker.” He answers.

“Okay okay, I’ll see you after class than.” You smile while you turn around and start walking to your class. You hear Eddie say a quick bye as he walks the other way to his class.

You and Eddie sadly don’t have many classes together, you’re always stuck being bored in between all the snobs in your class. Just as right now. You don’t have that many friends, Eddie is your only real friend and you’re happy to have him, to be able to call him your best friend.

You’re waiting for the time to pass so class can be over but it’s taking way to long. The endless talking of your teacher boring you to death. You could definitely fall asleep right now if you wanted too. After what seems an eternity the bell finally rings and you grab your stuff quickly and head out.

Eddie is already waiting at your locker when he sees you approach him. “There you are.” He smiles.

You walk over to him and lean against your locker as you sigh. “that was so fucking boring.”

“Tell me about it, Mr. Clark gave me this whole bullshit speech about not having my homework finished again.” He sighs as he looks at you.

You give him a look of sympathy as you smile. “Yeah we could really use some of that good stuff that you brought with.”

“Yeah, we really do. Let’s get out of here.” Eddie says as he starts walking.

You guys always go to the same spot. A spot behind the football field in the woods. It’s calm and no one usually comes there expect the two of you, so you made it your usual hang out spot.

As you walk next to him you look at Eddie, you don’t know why, you just like looking at him. The way his hair flows in the wind, the way his eyes are so focused on the space around him. You don’t think he notices but he does, he always does. Just like you always notice him staring at you.

“Why’re you looking at me?” Eddie says as he faces you.

You turn your face to the ground as you feel your cheeks heating up slightly. You look back at him, “can’t I look at you?”

“I mean yeah you can, but you just stared at me for like a good 5 seconds.” He chuckles.

You roll your eyes and smile slightly. “So? You stare at me all the time, it’s not that weird.”

You can see Eddie starting to blush slightly when you tell him that. “I don’t stare, I just glance.” He responds.

“Sure.” You say sarcastically while turning back to look in front of you.

After a moment of silence he speaks up. “You’re just easy to look at.”

You smile. “Well same goes for you.” You say while turning to look at him again.

“I’m not that good looking.” He says while he brushes his hair to the side as he walks.

“Shut up Eddie, you know you are. You also know that I find you good looking so don’t say that bullshit.” You laugh.

“True, I also think you’re very pretty.” He grins.

You blush slightly as you roll your eyes.

“You’re blushing now.” Eddie says teasingly.

“Yeah no shit.” You smile.

“I’m gonna be honest, you’re too damn cute when you’re flustered.” He turns to look at you with a smile.

You laugh. “You’re only gonna fluster me more if you keep this shit up.”

You walk over to the bench, your hang out spot, and sit down.

“Fine, I’ll stop flirting with you, for now.” Eddie sits down on the bench next to you.

You roll your eyes at the “for now” as you look at him.

“Hey, at least I said for now instead of never.” Eddie laughs.

“Fair enough.” You laugh too.

Eddie looks at you as he leans back against the bench.

“You wanna smoke now?” You smile.

Eddie sits back up. “Sure, let me grab it.” He searches in his bag and pulls out a joint and a lighter. “Gotcha” he says laughing. He lights it up and takes a hit, inhaling the smoke and blowing it out sighing. “Yeah I really needed that.” He hands it over to you.

“Thanks.” You grin as you also take a hit.

You hand it back to Eddie and he takes another hit from the joint.

“What else are we gonna do?” He looks at you and hands you back the joint again.

You take another hit and exhale the smoke. “I don’t know, get high I guess?” You laugh.

Eddie laughs along with you before taking another puff from the joint. “Sounds like a good plan to me.”

He hands it over to you again “This is some good stuff.”

“I know, it’s the best. It immediately works. The guy I got it from said it worked wonders.” Eddie says laughing.

You and Eddie make eye contact for a few seconds before you turn away and look in front of you.

“You wanna hear a fun fact?” He says randomly.

You laugh. “Sure.”

“Do you know the song ‘The Kids Aren’t Alright’ by ‘The Offspring’?” He says looking at you.

“Yeah duh.” You say.

“So you know the part that says. The kids are alright, the kids are alri-i-ight.” He sings the lyrics and you giggle a little as he continues talking “I just recently learned that there’s a deeper meaning to the line other than just telling us that the kids are doing alright.”

“And that is?” You raise your eyebrow.

Eddie inhales again and pauses for a second.

“That line is basically telling us that the kids are not alright, the world around them is crumbling apart and they aren’t fully aware of why.”

You just look at him for a second before you burst out laughing.

He looks at you confused as he says “what’s so funny?”

“Well isn’t that fucking obvious.” You continue laughing.

“Why is that so goddamn funny?” Eddie says as he looks at you and also starts laughing.

“I don’t know I guess it’s the weed. I just can’t stop laughing.” You say while coming down from the laughter.

“Yeah yeah, blame it on the weed.” He chuckles.

Eddie smiles at you as he takes another puff and then passes the joint back to you.

After a moment of silence he speaks up again. “I swear, you’re too adorable when you’re laughing.”

You chuckle. “Well I guess we’re back to flirting now.”

“It’s not flirting I’m just telling you the truth.” Eddie holds in the smoke for a second before letting it out as he grins at you.

You grin back as you roll your eyes.

Eddie looks up at the sky. “Hey, you wanna just lay down and look up at the clouds?”

“Sure why not.” You say smiling.

Eddie lies down on the grass and looks up at the clouds. “This is actually really soothing.”

You lay down next to him. “It is, especially when your high as fuck.”

You both laugh and look at each other.

“You aren’t wrong.” He sighs peacefully as he looks back at the sky.

You can’t help but stare at Eddie, he looks so peaceful looking up at the clouds. You smile as you turn back to look up at the sky too.

“Hey, do you see that cloud? It looks like a bunny.” Eddie points to a cloud he’s looking at.

You move closer to him to see where he’s pointing at. If only you could hear Eddie’s heart going faster right now. “No it doesn’t.” You turn your head a little. “Oh wait it actually does.” You laugh.

Eddie chuckles. “It’s all about the angle babe.”

You blush at the nickname, hoping he doesn’t notice.

“This is probably the most peaceful I’ve been for a long time.” He says after a few minutes.

You look at Eddie again and smile. “I know me too.”

Eddie turns back at you as he smiles. “Hey..”

“Yeah?” You make eye contact.

Eddie looks down at the grass and looks back up at you. “Y’know.. You’re kinda cute when you don’t realize it.”

You look back up at the sky and than back to Eddie. “Stop this Eddie, you don’t have to keep saying these things.” You smile at him and your cheeks are getting red again.

“Just saying the truth.” Eddie looks over at you as his face slowly turns red too. “Well.. I mean.. you are.. like actually adorable.” Eddie looks down at the grass, embarrassed and blushing really hard.

You’re blushing like crazy too now. “I know you tell me that like six times a day.” You giggle.

Eddie sighs and looks back at you. “Oh whatever, I’m still gonna keep telling you. Same goes for me telling you that you’re pretty, beautiful, amazing.”

“I know you will.” You smile softly.

After a not too long but comfortable silence Eddie sits up. “I really need to tell you something.”

He looks nervous, scared even.

You also sit up. “What is it Eddie?” You look a little nervous too now. Not knowing what to expect.

“Well, I’ve kinda had the biggest crush on you for forever honestly.” Eddie’s face turns red instantly.

Your heart is about to burst out of your chest. You want to kiss him, tell him you’ve been in love with him for years. You never thought Eddie would feel the same way as you do, even with all the flirting and stuff. We’re you really that blind to see he was into you too this whole time?

You stutter trying to find the right words to say. “I’m…” you look at him not knowing what to say.

Eddie just can’t speak, he’s never felt so nervous in his life. “Do.. you feel the same way..?” He finally speaks up.

You look at him and smile. “I’ve been in love with you for years dumbass.” You giggle.

Eddie sighs of relief and laughs a little. “God I thought I was about to die, the anticipation was killing me.”

You laugh. “I’m sorry, you had me frozen there for a minute.”

You fidget with your hands as you look up at him. “I never thought you felt the same, I’ve been wanting to tell you for so long but I thought that would just ruin our friendship so I kept quiet for so long.”

Eddie looks you in the eyes as he smiles. “How could I not feel the same when there’s so much to love about you? Your eyes.. and your laugh.. and the way you tease people.. and your beautiful smile and I could go on and on.” He says laughing.

“I’m really happy you feel the same way.” He keeps the eye contact.

“Me too.” You smile.

Eddie holds your gaze for a few seconds before he leans in and kisses you. You immediately kiss him back. After a few seconds you back away for air and he looks at you smiling. You kiss him again and he puts his hand on your cheek while his other hand caresses your back. You feel him smile into the kiss and you do the same. When you both back away he can’t help but smile his brightest smile. He intertwines your hands and you look at him as you kiss his cheek.

“I just felt like you needed to know, and if I didn’t tell you all that, I was gonna regret it for the rest of my life.” Eddie looks at you.

“And I’m damn happy you did.” You giggle.

Eddie grins. “And you make one hell of a kisser, you’re like.. the best kiss I’ve ever had.”

You smile. “Shut up.” you push his chest slightly. “You’re gonna make me never ending blush.”

Eddie laughs. His free hand stroking your hand that’s intertwined with his. “Soooo… does this mean that we’re, you know….” He looks you in the eyes.

“You mean a couple?” You laugh.

“Yeah I mean a couple.” He responds immediately.

“Yes Eddie Munson, you are my boyfriend.”

“And you are my girlfriend.”

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Ahhhhh this is my first fic! I really hope y’all liked it and please give me feedback or any ideas for future fics if you want!

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loveshotzz · 2 years

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Your Steve phonesex one shot omg 🥵 don’t know if you’re still doing prompt requests but could I request this Steve one if you’re still writing?

“I want to fuck you against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it”

Modern!Steve Harrington x fem!reader

After Hours.

Part two to this request by @steves-babysitter but could be read as a stand alone :)

Summary: Steve’s running late for your date so you decide to surprise him at work after business hours.

Warnings: smut with minimal plot (minors it’s a no-no.) oral (female receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it up!), multiple orgasms, cream pie, semi public sex.

Word count: 2.8k

A/N: I combined this request for part two with @superbcoffeedrinkersubparwriter ‘s request for part two. I hope you both enjoy!

Comments, likes, and reblogs are always appreciated 💘

It had been almost three weeks since the accidental nude incident with Steve and the two of you hadn’t been able to keep your hands off each other since. Like two teenagers who just discovered sex the two of you took every opportunity that presented itself to fuck. Even going as far as picking you up on your thirty minute lunch breaks at work because he just couldn’t wait till you got off. Steve had wanted you from the moment he met you. Now that it was actually a reality he was more insatiable then he could’ve ever imagined and you hated admitting that you were too.

You weren’t expecting Steve’s office to be so big when the elevator drops you off on the 80th floor. It was impressive even in it’s empty form, well past business hours the cubicles are only lit by the leaking moonlight through the giant glass windows. Growing too impatient waiting for him to wrap up you decided to surprise him. A part of you always curious about his big boy job he always talked about and maybe a small part had to do with a dream you had of him bending you over his desk.

You see Steve before he sees you hazel eyes trained on the white glow of his laptop, his thin rimmed glasses sit perched half way down the slender bridge of his nose. Thick brows furrowed in concentration you watch him lean back into the leather of his chair, running long fingers through his hair in an irritated tick. The top two buttons of his white dress shirt sit undone giving you a peek of the beginnings of the smattering of chest hair beneath it. Mouth drying at the sight your fingers twitch, desperate to rack your nails through it like you’d done last night riding him in the back seat of his bmw.

Knocking on the hard wood of his open office door you finally decide to let your presence be known. The look of confusion slowly leaves his face when his eyes meet yours before roaming the length of your body stare turning hungry when he sees the tight black dress wrapped around you. Promising to take you to a nice dinner you’d dressed up for him, even throwing on a pair of black stiletto heels you swore you’d never wear again.

“Well, isn’t this a nice surprise.” His voice comes out like silk through the silence, the tension already thick enough to fill the giant space of the room.

“I was getting tired of waiting for you, thought I’d come see the place that’s been keeping you from me.” Running your tongue over your teeth you catch the way he already has to palm the bulge in his dress slacks as you start walking around the room.

“I’m surprised the doorman let you in after hours.” Sucking his bottom lip between his teeth he watches you make your way to one of the windows that took up two of the four walls of his office. Red finger nails tapping the thick glass before turning around to face him.

“I just said I was Mr. Harrington’s girl.” Voice coming out in practically a purr you hear his breath hitch in his throat at the title.

“Did you now? Using my name to get what you want huh?” Playing into your game he pushes his chair out from under the desk giving you the perfect view of his erection pressing tightly to the seam of his slacks.

“Is that bad of me baby?” Jutting your bottom lip out for good measure you sway your hips with a little more exaggeration as you make your way to the plush chair sat in front of his desk loving the way his eyes greedily take you in.

“I guess it depends on what you’re trying to get pretty girl.” Standing up as you sit down, you can feel the power dynamic shift.

Long legs make their way from behind his work station, the expensive wood at the bottom of his dress shoes make low thumps against the carpet with each step and you swear the air turns electric. Stopping once in front of you, he leans back against his desk with crossed arms. The muscles underneath the soft material threatening to burst at the seams.

“I think you know what I’m trying to get Steve.” Drawing out his name you look at him from underneath your lashes. Crossing one leg over the other you let your dress ride up to the top of your thigh loving the way you can see his cock twitch in response.

“Baby.” His tone is sing song in a warning when the pet name leaves his mouth. “You know better then to give me that kind of look.” His eyes flick down to your exposed legs “Especially when you’re dressed like this.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Lips twitching up in a smirk enjoying the way messy wisps of hair fall in his face when he shakes his head at you.

“I’m sure you don’t, such an innocent girl huh?” His tone is mocking when he smiles at you.

The question goes straight to the already wet lace between your legs, the thought of him on the way here was already enough to have you soaking through them.

“I’m just trying to go to dinner, I’m only here because someone was running late.” Uncrossing your legs you expose just how aroused he had you. The darkened patch on your white lace taunting him just like your words.

The cerulean and moss specks in his eyes turn into a black abyss when they come in contact with your underwear, a low groan rumbling from his chest.

“I think you know exactly what you’re doing.” Not expecting him to drop to his knees, he starts crawling toward you like an animal stalking it’s prey. His gaze holding nothing but want inside his darkened pupils.

Sticking out a heeled foot to stop him his big hands catch it before you can push him away, rocking back on his knees his grip on your ankle tightens before he roughly pulls you closer. Squealing at his sudden aggressiveness your ass hangs off the edge of the chair before he perches your leg over the top of his shoulder. The back of your heel slowly slipping off falling with a loud thud to the floor behind him. The new position had what you’d been teasing him with right in front of his face. His hot breath fanning over your swollen covered nub sending a shiver of anticipation down your spine.

“I think my dinner is right here, what do you think baby?” Peppering sloppy open mouth kisses down the smooth skin of your calf he nips at the curve of your kneecap making you gasp.

“Steve.” His name is a breathy whine as your hips rock forward on their own searching desperately for friction.

“You gonna give me what I want? You came all the way down here just to do that didn’t you?” All you do is nod dumbly when his fingers loop around the sides of your panties. “Such a good girl for me, I don’t know how I got so lucky.” A pliable wet mess above him, Steve loved how quickly he could get you this way.

“You’re fucking soaked, shit.” Long fingers run through your folds collecting your slick that was starting to drip on the chair beneath you, loving the way the contact makes your body shudder.

“I need to take my shirt off baby, you’re going to get me so messy. My needy sweet girl.” Pressing a kiss on your mound his tongue darts out to taste you before he pulls away leaving you whimpering for more.

Looking down at him from between the valley of your breasts, his eyes stay trained on your leaking hole as he unbuttons the rest of his shirt. You can’t fight the moan that escapes past your mouth when his chest is finally exposed, the thick patch of hair making you flutter around nothing. Licking his lips he can still taste your arousal on him on making him hungry for more, tossing his shirt to the side he re-grips your legs with more force than you were expecting his cock twitching at the yelp he gets. Giving you no warning he wraps your thighs around his head before he buries himself deep into your eager cunt. The tip of his nose pressing firmly against your bundle of nerves while his tongue laps your hole loving the feeling of your fluttering walls around his muscle.

You can feel the cool metal of his gasses against your puffy lips as his face presses deeper into you. Eyes rolling in the back of your head, your neck goes slack Steve’s expert tongue quickly overwhelming you. Moving his face from side to side the tip of his nose hits your clit in a way that already has your legs starting to shake your vision slowly going white when he hums in satisfaction against you.

“Steve I’m gonna cum.” Fingers finding their way into his hair you pull him even closer shamelessly riding his face, his grip on your thighs so tight you could see the whites of his hand prints.

Moving his face to match with your thrusts your mouth opens in a a silent scream when you feel yourself gush around his tongue. Legs clamping tight around his head your fingers pull at his hair needing something to keep you grounded, mind going blank as greedily lapped up everything you gave him.

Giving his hair a small yank you try to get him off of you, the kitten licks becoming too much for your overstimulated clit. Eyes catching the way he was palming himself through his slacks you’re sure you’d see a wet patch if they weren’t black. When your finally able to pull him away a string of saliva mixed with your arousal still connects you, his glasses all smudged up, a fucked out needy expression taking over his face.

“You wanna fuck me baby?” Wiping his bottom lip with the pad of your thumb you suck it in your mouth the sweetness of your cum coating your tongue.

The blunt tips of his nails dig into the doughy flesh of your thighs, a low growl erupting from his chest at your actions.

“I want to fuck you against the glass so every can see how good you take it.” Steve’s voice is almost unrecognizable when finally speaks laced with the kind of want that was almost animalistic the look in his eyes enough to feel the beginnings of a fresh wave of arousal.

Wobbly legs leave their home on the tops of his shoulders before he pulls off your other shoe, standing up you don’t think you’ve ever seen him this hard your mouth watering at the sight. Eager hands work at the front button of his pants. Stopping you once you get it undone he pulls you up to your feet, nimble fingers finding the side zipper of your dress.

“As much as I love your mouth sweetheart, I’m not going to last long and I need to feel you wrapped around me.” Tilting your chin up he presses a searing kiss to your lips, your tongue swiping over his bottom lip begging for more which he gladly grants you with a low hum in the back of his throat.

Pulling yourself closer to him by the grip in his hair, you only let go when you feel the short sleeves of your dress slide over your shoulders. The black material pools at your feet leaving you in nothing but the matching bra to your half missing set. The underwear long gone stuffed in Steve’s pocket for safe keeping.

Bending down he breaks the kiss to scoop you up in one solid motion, your legs wrapping around his waist before collecting his lips again as he walks you to the giant window over looking the city. It’s cold when it comes in contact with the bare skin of your back, but when he rips down the cup of your bra to suck one of you pert nipples in his mouth you can’t seem to care.

“I want this whole city to see that you’re mine. You want that baby? You want them to see how I fuck you, how only I can fuck you?” Pussy drunk words fall feverishly from his lips as his open mouth covers your chest with the heat of his tongue.

“Uh-huh” being the only words you could muster when he starts to suck a small bruise near the dip of your collar bone. Marking you.

Dropping you to your feet his big hands grip your hips turning you around to face the glass, palms flat your eyes catch the flashing lights of the city below. The other buildings that towered as high in front of you sit just as dark as the one you were in, a few lights left on in offices making the idea of someone seeing you still a very real possibility. The realization only turning you on more, this was better then your dream.

Kicking your feet apart you hear his pants drop to the floor behind you before he’s crowding your space. One hand guiding himself into your weeping hole the other gripping your hip so hard you know they’ll be a hand shaped bruise in the morning. Burying his face in the crook of your neck you feel his leaking head swipe through your folds his body shuddering against you at the sensation.

“God you’re always so ready for me baby.” Nipping at your earlobe he doesn’t waste anymore time before sinking into you. The stretch of your walls making you both moan out in unison, your head leaning forward as you try to adjust.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day Steve.” You huff pushing yourself back needing him deeper.

“I know you have, so desperate for me huh?.” Pulling himself almost all the way out he relishes in the way your walls clamp down around him in a tight vice grip before he pushes himself back in deep enough to hit that spot inside he’s gotten so good at finding.

“Fuck, right there.” Your voice is high pitched almost like a porn star when he starts his brutal assault of your g-spot.

“Taking me so good baby, taking me so fucking good.” Fingers leaving their spot on your hip they find their way to your clit rubbing harsh circle eights around the swollen nub. “I need them to see you fall apart on me. I know you have another one in you, I know you do sweetheart, always so good for me.”

His praises mixed with the way his fingers were working you had you already dangerously close to the edge. A flicker of light catches the corner of your eye, looking down a few floors in the building across from you a cleaning crew had started their night. Close enough that all it would take was for one of them to look in this direction and they’d get a perfect view of Steve having his way with you. Tits pressed hard against the glass he pulls out before pushing back in at a slightly different angle hitting a new spot deep inside.

The thrill of getting caught and the way Steve was grunting with his face buried in your neck, the coil inside of you finally snaps in a white hot explosion behind your closed eyes.

“Oh fuck, you’re cumming aren’t you? Shit baby, she’s sucking me in, I can’t - I can’t hold off anymore.” Biting down on your pulse point Steve’s body presses you even harder into the glass as the intensity of his orgasms rips through his body. White hot spurts of cum paint your fluttering insides, warming you against the chilled glass.

The two of you stand there spent acting as if you weren’t on display for the world to see, breathing each other in hands wandering desperate to touch skin. Dragging his lips across the bruised skin he left in his wake, his hands settle back down on your hips, thumbs rubbing slow circles in the dips.

“I think you’re going to have to start meeting me at work more often.” Feeling his smile pressed against your skin you manage to huff out a laugh.

“We might be able to get something arranged. I’m still fully expecting dinner you know, I didn’t wear those heels for nothing.” Turning your head slightly your able to catch his lips in a sweet kiss, thankful that it was him you sent those pictures to and not the guy they were actually intended for.

#Steve harrington #steve harringon smut #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x y/n smut #steve harrington fan fiction #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagines #steve harrington x fem #joe keery

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Until We Fall

Steddie x Fake Dating

Summary:

“I swear I’m not just bailing on another date, Robin,” the excuse is flimsy but Steve’s head is pounding too loud to think of a better one, too hungover to care, “I have— I just have things to do, alright?”

Robin’s not convinced, “Yeah right. Tell me, what is this super important “thing” that you just have to do tonight, Steve?”

“Me.”

Both their heads snap over to where none other than Eddie Munson just declared himself as “the thing Steve has to do.”

“Hate to break it to you, Buckley, but you can’t set Steve up on a date ‘cause he’s already got plans… with me.”

Or, it starts with a drunken night and a plan that Steve can’t remember making, but Eddie sure does.

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#very excited to share this one!#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #my fic #steddie fanfiction #steddie fic rec #joseph quinn #joe keery #eddie x steve #stranger things 4 #volume 2 #rueswriting #fan fiction #steddie moodboard #stranger things aesthetic #my fics

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squigglebottom · 3 months

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Chapter Five

18+ Minors don’t you dare!!!

Word Count: 2,107

Pairing: Eddie Munson, Original Female Character

Warnings: Explicit, Hand Job, Clit Rubbing, P in V, Finger Fucking, Shower Sex, Pregnant Sex, Vampire Sex, Swearing, Vampire Feeding.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

“So many words can't describe my face

This feelings evolved, so soon to break out

I can't relate to a happy state

Feeling the blood run inside.”

-Jonathan Davis

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With Layla’s invitation, Eddie crossed the threshold into Steve’s house. Everyone backed up and armed themselves, ready for what he might do. They didn’t know if they could trust him or not. He walked straight towards Layla, placed his hands on her face staring into her eyes.

“Hey baby. I’ve missed you so much.” Eddie smiled.

“I thought I’d never see you again. My world came crashing down and I didn’t know what to do. Then I found out I was pregnant…I was so lost.” Layla began to cry as Eddie wrapped his arms around her.

“Shhh…it’s ok baby. I’m here. I’m never leaving you again.”

They embraced and shared a passionate kiss. It was as if the whole world was gone and the only ones that mattered were them. The romantic moment was broken by a simple throat clearing.

“So umm…what the fuck, Layla?” said Steve.

“What are you talking about?”

“Oh I don’t know the fact that you let a killer vampire into my house!”

“He’s not a killer vampire! He’s Eddie!”

“Oh and you think you can just trust him? A complete monster? He could kill us all!”

“Ok, first of all…I’m right here in the room Steve. Second, I’m not going to kill anyone. I may be undead but you’re all my friends. I haven’t even fed on a human yet…”

“Yeah exactly…yet! What’s going to happen when you start getting hungry and oh wow! Don’t see any Demobats around here! Just a couple of humans ready and waiting on a silver platter!”

“Ok…Steve…maybe you need to pump the breaks and calm the hell down. Eddie won’t hurt anyone and when that time comes that he does get hungry…I’m sure there are plenty of wildlife that taste just as good or even better than Demobats.” Layla said while walking towards Steve trying to lower his nail bat.

“Does everyone else feel the same way?”

The gang looked at each other, heads nodding.

“Well…we know he’s Eddie now but what if the monster takes control and he becomes Kas?” Mike explains.

“I think we need to give it a couple days to see how Eddie behaves before we make any decisions.” Nancy added.

“Or I could make things a lot easier for everyone and just leave since no one fucking trusts me!”

“No! Eddie…please just give them a couple days…they will come around.”

“Baby, I don’t care what they think. All that matters is you. If you trust me, that’s all I care about. You do trust me, right?”

“Of course, I trust you. I might not have at first…but I think that was just shock. You’re the love of my life, Eddie. I don’t want to lose you again.”

“Well then let’s get out of here! We can go far away where no one knows who I am…we can start fresh…raise our baby….be a family…the family I’ve always wanted.”

“No! You can’t…” yelled out Steve. He knew Eddie would take Layla away from him forever. He couldn’t lose her. He had a brief moment of happiness with Layla when Eddie was gone and he wasn’t going to lose it. Everyone was staring quizzically at Steve.

“You can’t have her leave her family…her friends…her life here in Hawkins. And we need her help with destroying Vecna.”

Despite his outward appearance, Eddie wasn’t an idiot. He knew Steve was in love with Layla. Would she be better off with Steve in the long run? He could provide for her, give her and the baby a nice home, and not have to deal with being involved with a fugitive.

“Steve is right. Even if we do leave, I can’t just run away. I’d have to discuss it with my parents, I wouldn’t want them to not know their grandchild either. And…I’d have to explain your situation. I’m not sure how they’d take it.”

“Ok fine. Maybe you’re right. Your parents deserve better.”

“Ok it’s settled…let’s give Eddie a couple days and see how he does. We can stay in our room to ease everyone.”

The gang agreed, settled down and started to prepare dinner as Layla and Eddie made their way upstairs.

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In their room, Layla helped Eddie undress and get ready for a shower. He was absolutely filthy covered in blood, dirt, ash, and whatever else the Upside Down had to offer.

“Shouldn’t you be getting undressed as well, Princess?”

“I’ve missed hearing you call me that. What do you mean though? I’m not dirty, stinky, and covered in blood.”

“No you’re not…but there is no way I’m showering alone, sweetheart.”

Layla looked into Eddie’s eyes and smirked.

“Well…perhaps that’s not a terrible idea.”

Layla began to undress slowly, lifting her top above her head and unbuttoning her jeans. Her and Eddie had seen each other most likely naked more than clothed, yet it had been so long since they were together, it felt new and awkward.

She went to turn on the water, testing the temperature. They stepped in and Eddie stood under the shower head. The water soaked his long, curly hair as streams trickled down his slender shape. Blood, dirt, and ash began forming a puddle at the drain. His expression gave off a look of pure elation as if he hadn’t showered in months…which might not have been far from the truth.

Layla watched in awe as she couldn’t take her eyes off Eddie. He was better looking than before, toned, and his eyes more intense than usual. Perhaps this was the lure of the vampire Layla had read about in books, they are meant to be the most attractive, alluring, and charming beings a human would have ever seen…it’s like a spell.

“Can I wash you?” Layla said hesitantly, still not understanding why.

“That would be great and I could return the favour, love.” Eddie smirked before turning around so Layla could shampoo his hair. She lathered it up while massaging his head. Tiny moans were escaping his lips, as Layla ran her fingers through Eddie’s hair. He turned around so he could rinse, while Layla grabbed the bar of soap.

She ran it across Eddie’s torso slowly, intimately, as if she was wanted to get every inch. Eddie stared at her with such intent, as if he was waiting for a certain facial reaction. Layla brought the bar lower right above his hip bone. It was obvious that Eddie was getting turned on with his slight hard on. With a wicked smile she said “Not quite yet, big boy.” and whipped him around so his back was facing her.

Layla continued washing Eddie’s back while giving him a massage. She then remembered how Eddie had wings when he first showed up outside.

“So…you had wings before…what happened to them? Was I having a pregnancy hallucination?”

Eddie laughed. “No…they were definitely there. To be honest, I’m not sure what happens to them.”

“Maybe it’s a Wolverine thing.”

“It’s so hot how much of a nerd you are.”

Layla had reached Eddie’s firm, plump ass. She would occasionally squeeze and pinch it to which Eddie would jump and laugh. She wrapped her arms around Eddie’s back, hugging him, and placing her cheek on him. Lowering the soap further down the front of him beginning to lather up his cock.

Her hands stroking him back and forth slowly at first. Eddie’s eyes closed savouring every moment. She began to pick up speed as he became fully erect, no doubt ready to burst at any minute. With a loud moan, Eddie had released as cum dripped down to the floor.

He turned around, eyes feral and ready to feast. Turning Layla so she faced away, holding her close.

“It’s your turn now, Princess.”

He ran his hands on her neck, atop her breasts, and stomach as the lather from the soap frothed all over bringing it down to her clit. Layla’s head arched back on Eddie’s chest. He placed the soap back on the rack and continued with his fingers.

He grabbed her neck, sucking on the wet skin while his skilful fingers circled the swollen nub. Layla moaned more as Eddie placed two fingers inside her cunt. He fucked her with such ferocity. Eddie sensed a need, a craving…one he had not had since the Upside Down. He could smell it, had to taste it.

“No! Go away! Not now. Not my Layla. I can’t hurt her. I can’t hurt the baby. Stop! Stop!” Eddie’s inner monologue kept distracting him, he tried to resist, but he could already feel the change happening. The hunger raging through him. The pain of his teeth growing.

“I’m so sorry baby, I’m trying so hard.”

“What are you…talking…about?” Layla managed to get out between hard breaths.

“Do you trust me? I need you to trust me.”

“Yes…yyess…Eddie…”

With her approval, Eddie whipped his head back, fangs bared as he penetrated Layla’s neck. She gasped loudly but did not struggle. As Eddie fed on Layla, he continued finger fucking her. While the bites hurt, they also felt….good. It was as if an exquisite force waved over her whole body. The sheer euphoria brought on by Eddie feeding on her brought her to the very edge as Layla came for what felt like an eternity.

Eddie released his mouth from Layla’s neck, turning her back around, and lifting her up with her legs around his waist. The whole action was swift and quick brought on by Eddie’s newfound speed. He rammed his cock inside her still blood drunk.

Layla was always perfect to Eddie. Her beauty, her kindness, her non judgmental ways. The way she accepted everyone and gave them a chance. He never understood why she fell for a freak like him.

Not only was Layla’s personality perfect…but so was her smell, her taste, her lips, her body, her sweet tasting tight pussy. It was always warm, wet, and soft…Eddie never wanted to pull out of her. He often joked that it was his…well… “happy place”. This was usually followed by a smack to face for being so cheeky and gross. Yet now…even her blood was perfect. It was delectable, warm, smooth…it smelled like fresh cut flowers and reminded Eddie of waking up in a large field in the middle of the forest surrounded by trees.

Eddie continued to pump his cock in and out as they stared at each other. His teeth were still retracted, blood running down his chin. His dark, doe eyes had turned red. Anyone else would have been frightened by such a sight…not Layla. She loved Eddie so much, she would love him not matter what. He noticed she was staring at his teeth.

“What is it? What’s wrong?”

“Can I … can I touch them?”

Eddie nodded yes. Slowly, Layla ran the tips of her fingers across his long fangs, staring at them with complete fascination. She grabbed the back of his neck and began kissing him. At one point, his teeth nicked her lips and she stopped. Eddie ran his tongue over the cut and then sucking on her lip.

They held onto each other tightly till they both found release. Eddie turned off the water, instructing Layla to sit down as he could tell she was getting woozy. He grabbed towels for both of them and proceeded to carry her to bed.

They entered their room, Eddie drying off Layla as well as himself. She began to drift off as he started to put her in an oversized tee and panties. He got under the covers with her, watching her.

“Time to sleep now, baby.”

“ I don’t want to…”

“Why not?”

“I’m afraid…if I go to sleep…I’ll wake up and you will be gone. As if this was one incredibly real dream.”

Eddie smirks. “It’s not a dream, baby…it’s very much real. I’m here now and I’m not going anywhere. I will always be here with you and take care of you…and our baby. Which reminds me…”

Eddie lowered the blanket and lifted up Layla’s shirt.

“I noticed something different in the shower…aww…this adorable little bump. You’re already starting to show.”

“Yah…I guess I am. Seems kind of early to be honest.”

“Well…maybe my little dude isn’t so little.”

“True…Munson men are big babies.”

Eddie’s mouth dropped in a state of shock.

“Oh ok big babies…you got jokes huh don’t you Riley??”

Eddie begins to tickle Layla and they both laugh. After about 20 minutes more of talk and teasing, they both fall asleep in each other’s arms. All seems perfect and wonderful…but tomorrow is another day.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x original character #steddie x reader #steddie x you #steddie x original character #fanfiction #stranger things #eddie munson fan fiction #joseph quinn #joe keery

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adelacreations · 1 year

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Those fans telling people to 'touch grass' and 'you're toxic' for telling them that booking a hotel where you know Joe Keery is at and basically tracking his movements so you can meet him and act like it was "a coincidence" are truly the most stupidest people on the planet. And the ones out of touch with reality.

You're confused as to why he's never at events or cons? Because yall treat him like THIS, you treat him like a fucking doll instead of a person. Goddamn.

#but people who point out how creepy and stalkish it is #are told that they are toxic #or if you are a billy fan pointing it out apparently my opinion doesn't count #nigga what does me liking a FICTIONAL CHARACTER #have to do with your treatment over a fucking human being #yall did it to jq #yall harassed and bullied grace #YOU THINK JOE KEERY DOESN'T KNOW ABOUT THAT SHIT #come on now

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tryingtoremembermyname · 2 years

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you’re gonna carry that weight

Billy Hargrove moodboard

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teabights · 2 years

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River Like You

Sunmary: best friend to lover trope. You and joe grew close during your time on stranger things. You have a mini melt down after an interview and Joe comes to your rescue

Warning: Joke about suicide

You slump down in your spot on the couch as you wait for your castmates. If you have to answer one more question about getting to kiss Joseph Quinn, your head is going to explode. He is a fantastic kisser, you’ll give him that. Despite kissing him, Joe Keery is where your heart stayed loyal. Joe was always around when you two were filming. He’d run lines with you, go on mid-day coffee runs for you. You got to pet his dog when he’d bring it. He also checked on you every day, making sure you were feeling good. He was the best person. Your brain fought you on the fact that he was being so nice, maybe he was nice to everyone.

“Hey, Y/N,” Joseph says as he sits himself down next to you. You straighten yourself up.

“Hey Joseph. Are you getting a lot of questions about kissing me?” You ask.

“Oh my God, all the time.” He just chuckles. “I don’t know how many times I have to go over the fact that you are a great kisser.”

“If they even try to make romance rumors I will shut it down so quickly.” You remark.

“If Joe could get his head out of his ass and…” Joseph stops when he notices the other man.

“And do what?” Joe sits himself down on the other side of Joseph.

“Do you mind trading me? I get nervous, the arm of the couch is like a crutch for me.” Joseph says.

You give him a small death glare and watch the men switch spots. “Joseph was talking about he knew you were going to steal the end of the couch.”

“Oh, well, when you two are planted in the middle, it seemed like the obvious choice.” Joe says with a small laugh.

“So sorry, traffic was fucking crazy.” Maya says as she rushes over to sit on the other side of you.

The way you four were sitting seemed so off. Maya and Joe always played off of each other, and Joseph’s and your characters are in a relationship.

“Wait…” You say, your brain is now too focused on the seating. You get up.

You watch Joseph scoot to Joe and you sit on the end now between the arm of the chair and Joseph.

Joe glances over at you. “Does this make the most sense dynamically?” His tone was soft and even, just honestly trying to help.

“Yes… Sorry…” You mumble, embarrassed by the action.

“You’re o-.” Joe starts but the interviewer sits down.

After the interview and the millionth “How is it getting to kiss everyone’s favorite man?” question this circuit, you four got released from the set.

“Hey, Y/N, are you doing okay? You looked like you wanted to blow your brains out.” Joe asks.

“Oh my God, I hate answering about Joseph. Like we have one kiss, sure it was pretty hot, but that’s it. I wish I could put that as part of the questions I won’t answer…” You just let loose. “Like, what about my scenes with Finn and Gaten, or like when I actually get to show off my true talent, but noooo I am just a girl, whose only talent was kissing one man.”

“Jesus, have you told anyone about this?” Joe asks.

“Obviously not Joe. Now, excuse me, I have to drive to my hotel and I would like to take a nice bubble bath and drown myself.” Your tone is only slightly playful during that last part because you feel like you have to be.

“Well, instead of that, you could come out tonight… Maya has a little gig at 8, I told her I’d go. I think you would have fun.” Joe says. “Joseph has to set off to London tomorrow so he’s not going.”

“Maybe…” You say to him.

“Come on, it’ll be fun. She might let me do a song.” He says, like it was a selling point for you.

“Which song?” You ask like it actually mattered, you were still probably not going to go.

“Chat…” He watches your face scrunch up. “Rii…” Your face scrunches again. “Gloom.” His final answer actually made you a little excited, he’s only done it live one other time.

“Huh, still maybe.” You say.

You walk off from him, walking outside and to the rental you have. You get in your rental. You drive back to the hotel. You hand the key off to the valet and walk in the building. You walk the one flight of stairs to the second floor to get to your room. You open the room and check your phone: one text from Joe, two from Joseph, and one from your mother.

Mom: Dear good luck on your interview. Miss you bunches. Come visit as soon as you can.

That is the usual text to you these days.

Joe: Hey, listen, I really hope you come tonight. If you need someone to keep you company tonight, let me know, I’ll be there. Wait… I mean like if you just need someone to hang out with.

You laugh a little, he is truly a fucking idiot.

Joseph: Go with Joe to Maya’s thing. He obviously is trying to make a move.

Joseph: Joe texted me worried that you were going to actually drown in the bath - please let him know you were kidding.

You roll your eyes a little bit at the text. You shoot back your texts before setting your phone back down. You walk into the bathroom, plugging up the tub and starting the semi-hot bathwater. You walk back to grab your phone as you see a text from Joe had come in.

Joe: Hey, I am glad you were kidding about the bath. But seriously, I am here if you need to talk about life or anything. I am really glad we got as close as we did. I like being around you. Please come to Maya’s show, it’ll mean the world to her. I’d like to see you.

What a whirlwind of emotions that fill you up. You put your phone down on the counter, pulling up your hair into a high bun. You grab your phone and start the reply, telling him to grab you at 7:30 and bring street tacos. You start to click through your podcast that you frequent while laying in hot water. You see Joe’s message comes in.

Joe: 7:30 - gotcha. :) 2 Carne Asada with extra rice on flour?

You can’t help the smile as you text him a quick ‘yes please.’ You play Last Podcast on the Left and put on the Jonestown episode. You turn off the water and completely get naked. You slide into the bathtub, it is a big warm hug. You love it. It was only 4pm, so you know you had time to enjoy the bath, and find something cute to wear to Maya's show. Around 6pm you hear a knock on your door. It makes your heart race. You get out of the bath, drying off quickly then wrapping yourself in the robe that the room had. You walk to the room and look through the peephole. Joe? It was only 6pm… You unlock the door and open it.

“You are a whole hour and half early, dude.” You say.

“I know, but I got hungry and I wanted to eat with you. So I brought dinner a little early.” Joe says.

“Uh, come in. I am going to uh, get ready then I’ll join you. There is a nice little table out on the balcony.” You motion to the other side of the room.

“Yeah, shit I am sorry. I should have checked.” Joe says as he walks in, starting to the other half of the room.

“It’s okay. I like eating with other people a lot more than eating by myself.” You say.

Joe walks over to open the door of the balcony and put the food and drinks down on the table. “I’ll stay out here… just join me when you are ready.”

“You don’t have to. I can change in the bathroom, it’s no big deal.” You tell him.

“Okay…” His word is almost breathless.

You walk around to the drawer you put most of your clothes in. You grab underwear and jeans. You dig around for a moment.

“Fuck.” You mutter.

“What’s up?” Joe says looking up from his phone from the chair by the bed, which you’ve shown so much love while in this room. It has a great view of the outside and you could shift a little and watch TV.

“I thought…” What a girl thing. “I thought I packed the matching bra with these underwear. It would have been good tonight.”

“Can you just…” Joe starts.

“Joseph David Keery, if you think I can wear mismatched undergarments after freaking out about the way we sat today at our interview, then you are clearly not as intelligent as you come off as.” You cut him off with.

“I am sure it is just misplaced. Maybe it’s still in your suitcase.” He says.

You just nod your head, giving the drawer one more look through and then check your suitcase. He must be a witch you pull it out and hold it up.

“Keery, are you a witch?” You ask rhetorically.

“No, just logical.” He comments, glancing at the brassiere before looking at his phone again.

You go to grab the top you wanted, which was a checkered see through top. You also grab socks for your docs. You move to the bathroom. You unplug the tub and pause the podcast. You derobe and start to get dressed. You don’t dare put on your socks. You grab your phone and make sure that you look okay. Your makeup hadn’t moved. Thank the Lord. You walk out and toss your socks next to the pair of Doc Martin’s on the floor.

“Let’s eat.” You say.

“Alr-... you look good.” Joe comments.

“Oh Joey, shush.” You mutter as you move to sit on a chair on the balcony.

He sits across from you. You two start to eat the food. It is so good.

"God, this is the best…" You mutter.

"Glad you liked it, I wasn't sure. It was a new one for me, so I didn't think that they would do your tacos right." He admits.

"It was perfect Joey." You offer him a small smile. You glance at your phone. 6:45. You still have an hour and 15 minutes.

"You were joking about… drowning yourself right? Like obviously you didn't, but…" His words trails off.

"Joe, listen, I am over dramatic and a bit OCD. I don't want to die." You feel like he needed to hear those words specifically.

"Okay, that's good to know." He offers you a warm smile. "I am here for you."

"I know Joey, you've been here for me since you laid eyes on me the first day of set, which I am forever grateful for." You flash him a little smile.

"Do you want to go for a walk?" Joe asks.

"Uh, sure, let me get shoes on." You say as you head back inside.

You walk to where you ditched your socks. You slide your socks on then your shoes. Joe places the trash can down where he got it from, you can only assume he cleaned up. You get up from the floor. You grab your bag and look over at him. He walks over to you with a smile. You walk to the door and open it for him. He mumbles a small thank you as he walks out and you are quick to follow him out. He starts to head in the direction of the elevator.

"Where are you going?" You ask, after you realize he was going to get on the elevator and you are headed to the stairs.

"To the elevator… are you going to the stairs?" He asks, looking at you.

"Y-yes." Another moment where you feel embarrassed.

"Are you scared of elevators?" He asks so casually.

"I never get a room above the third floor and if I do, I will ask for a room change." You admit to him. He just walks over to you.

"Fine, no elevator." He grabs your wrist and drags you to the stairs.

You can't help the laugh as you walk with him. His hand moves tentatively from your wrist to properly holding your hand. You tangle your fingers with his. You two descend down the stairs to the front lobby. Joe grips your hand a bit tighter as you two go outside. He pulls you close as you two start walking in a random direction.

"So, what do you have lined up?" He asks.

"Oh, I got to meet… shit uh… Mariama Diallo at a coffee shop, I boasted about how much I love her work. She said she was working on something new and offered me a part." You say with a smile. "It's still horror related. I think Misha Green announced a possible season two of Lovecraft Country being written, I would like to audition for that."

"Keeping it in the horror family?" He asks.

"Like you didn't do a whole movie about a wannabe social influencer who decided to kill people." You remark.

"True, fine. There is nothing wrong with liking one genre of film the most." He shrugs his shoulders. "Finn does horror specifically. Producing his own horror movie."

"Joseph plays miserable little shit heads who doesn't know what comfort is." You state with a small laugh.

Joe laughs. "Yeah, poor guy. He needs to be in a romance movie where he gets the girl in the end."

"You though, you do everything. Comedy, horror, romance. It's impressive." You comment.

"Yeah, I like doing a little bit of everything." His hand squeezes yours.

"I just enjoy horror too much. I would do a rom-com or play an older sister in a teen flick." You shrug your shoulders.

"I'll write you and Joseph in a rom-com, so you both can be happy." He lets out a small chuckle.

"That would be great. I get to kiss Joseph all the time. Get asked about kissing him all the time." You roll your eyes, even though you at least would be comfortable with kissing your co-star.

"Yeah, but then you two could be fucking adorable all the time." Joe comments.

"Yeah? He's a great friend. I think the girl who ends up with him is going to be so happy." You say.

"Yeah." Joe goes quiet after this.

You look around for a moment. "Should we head to Maya's gig?"

"Oh yeah, probably." Joe says as he takes out his phone.

He drops your hand to quickly maneuver his way to the mapping app on his phone, to see how far you guys are from the venue. You pull out your phone, just to seem as busy for a moment, seeing a message had come in.

Maya: joe said you are coming tonight, so excited xoxo

You send a quick text back to Maya that you were excited also. You put your phone away. Joe was also putting his phone away. He takes your hand again, y’all fingers tangle together with no issues. Joe starts to lead you guys to the venus. You took in the sigh of the city.

“How come you are scared of elevators?” He asks.

“There were 17,000 deaths last year due to elevators.” You answer him.

“Damn, that’s fair enough.” He chuckles.

“They’re literally my nightmare.” You whisper.

After about 15 more minutes, you two arrive at the venue. You two are able to slip in the side. Maya had let you two in, hugging you guys tightly.

“I am going to get a drink, do you need anything?” Joe asks.

“Just a beer.” You say. Joe nods and walks off.

“Why were you two holding hands?” Maya asks. “Did he finally tell you?”

“Because we - wait, what?” You say.

“Shit, nothing…” Maya goes back.

“Maya…” You press.

“No, nope, no.” Maya says as she scurries off.

You just laugh and follow her. You help her get ready for the show in the green room. Joe comes in with two beers. He sets the beer down in front of you.

“Thanks Joey.” You say.

“No problem.” He says and leans against the counter, watching you do Maya’s makeup.

You pick up the beer, taking a sip. You finish the makeup. “Beautiful!”

“Thanks bestie.” Maya says with a chuckle.

You move next to Joe. His beer switches hands and his arm moves around you. You lean into his touch. You two sip your beer. Your eyes look at the clock. She goes on in like ten minutes.

“Do you want to stand in the crowd?” You ask Joe.

“Yeah sure.” Joe says.

“Okay, Maya good luck! Joe and I are going to stand in the crowd.” You say as you move off the counter.

“Okay, thank you guys for coming!” Maya says.

“You got this.” Joe says as he moves to Maya. He gives her a quick hug and a small kiss on the head.

You and Joe move to sneak from backstage to the crowd, standing near the back. There was a heavy female audience. After a few more minutes, Maya comes out on stage. The crowd sings along to her music. It made you and Joe smile. It was so cool to see her do something so cool.

“This is for my friends. I think they need a little help.” Maya says, her eyes land on you. She starts the song ‘River Like You.’ Joe looks at Maya with wide eyes. You listen to the words and feel your heart thump hard. Joe’s hand squeezes yours. You look over at him. He leans over to kiss you. You meet him halfway and kiss him back. His hand moves to cup your face. You can hear Maya singing. “YES!” Maya says after the song stops. Joe pulls from your lips with a small laugh.

“I like you a lot.” Joe says.

“God, I like you a lot too.” You say.

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Secret Underneath (Steddie X Plus Size You)

"She's got a secret underneath (she's got a secret underneath) Yeah, she's his naughty little freak (yeah, she's his naughty, little freak) She likes to put on a show (she likes to put on a show) She likes when he takes control (she likes when he takes control)"

A/N: This came from utter annoyance at men online and just desperately trying to find a confident man who cares.

ENJOY!

Warnings: Sugar Daddies Steve and Eddie/ Baby Fem Plus Size Reader, SMUT, daddy kink (cause im me), blindfold, toys, voyeurism (I guess. They watch her pleasure herself on cam), dirty talk. Sub/dom dynamics, oh um age difference even though its not mentioned (guys are about mid to late 30s and Reader is in her mid to late 20s)

ANGST, Reader is assaulted by an ex (mentioned but not expanded on) boys comfort her, mentions of her wanting to be held and tired of feeling lonely, guys online try to flirt in the beginning but she shuts them down. I think that's it. Cliffhanger ending because again...Im me.

Word Count: 5555 (ooooo :P)

“I can take care of a young little thing like you. You’re perfect”

“If I’m perfect why do I need someone to take care of me?”

“Do you want to help Daddy finish, baby? My big hard cock needs some help.”

“Oof a real Daddy doesn’t need to announce how big his cock is. Try again, little boy.”

“I bet a little girl like you needs to be put in her fucking place, you stupid fucking slut. Now get naked and send me nudes or else.”

You role your eyes as you promptly block the person who sent you the message. When you signed up for this sugar baby website you were hopeful to find someone who wasn’t like the “men” you had talked to on regular dating apps. You wanted someone who knew what they were doing, confident, and could handle your sass without running.

You had met a few who could live up to the title but none you wanted to keep around long term.

Sliding your mouse through the images, you found a profile that intrigued you. The image attached wasn’t of one man but two and it didn’t show their faces. It wasn’t odd for the Babies to want anonymity like yourself but your profile picture at least showed all of you in your curvy glory with a mask blocking your eyes and lingerie blocking everything else. Daddies always felt the need to show off so usually their profile images accentuated their faces and/or their money.

These two, with an account named Mogul/Rockstar, were only photographed from the neck down and it was definitely a picture they took, not some professional or anything like that. The man on the left had a black, well fitted suit with his admittedly gorgeous hands holding a glass of whiskey. The man on the right was a bit less put together with torn jeans and a blue jean vest over his bare chest just barely blocking the tattoos that peaked out. You assume he must have long hair because the ends of wavy locks rested on his shoulders.

When most men reached out to you it was with some silly pick-up line or innuendo. This profile, however, simply sent you one word; “Hello.”

(8:45pm) “Hey there. Not much for words?”

(8:47pm) “We imagine you’ve heard them all. : ). “

(8:48pm) “Are you really two people? Or do you just have an extra ego?”

(8:48pm) “Oh or let me guess! Your dick is so big it counts as another person.

(8:50pm) “I mean my friend IS a big dick but lol”

(8:51pm) “Yeah, honey, it’s really two people. We like to be clear about that. Any Baby that becomes ours would be just that; ours.

(8:53pm) “We’ve learned pretty quickly not many women feel comfortable with two Daddies which is absolutely fine and why we are up front.”

(8:54pm) “How up front are you being really when you don’t show your face?”

(8:55pm) “Hm. Not a yes girl. I like that. It’s good to ask questions.

(8:57pm) “We do that for a couple of reasons. One being we are well known faces so we don’t want a Baby to choose us solely on that.”

(8:57pm) “Because you don’t want to be embarrassed?”

(9:00pm) “Asking questions is good. Interrupting isn’t. Don’t do it again.”

(9:01pm) “Or what?”

…

(9:08pm) “Or what, huh?”

(9:15pm) “Fuck you! Ignoring isn’t very Daddy like!”

(9:16pm) “Oh? Did little baby get her feelings hurt? We don’t ignore as punishments but you aren’t ours yet, sweetheart. If you don’t want to follow any rules that’s fine. We can just continue looking and you can be a brat with someone else.”

(9:18pm) “I’m sorry.”

(9:19pm) “What’s the other reason?”

(9:22pm) “Actually, that’s the biggest reason. Our fame gets in the way of a lot of things if you can believe it. Expectations are ruined and certain ideals are put in place.”

(9:23pm) “My reputation as a rockstar makes some ladies think I can’t be soft and I definitely can. Our image isn’t solely who we are.”

(9:25pm) “I can understand that. Being a bigger girl people think I’m either desperate or my weight becomes a fetish to them. Which, I mean, fetishes are fine but men make me feel like…it’s the ONLY reason they are sexually attracted to me.”

(9:26pm) “And not because of your personality. Yeah…”

(9:28pm) “Is that why you’re a bit of a brat? Lol need to weed out the idiots?”

(9:30pm) “Something like that. Lol.”

(9:32pm) “Baby, I think my friend and I are in agreement that we’d like to try this out if you’re willing. You don’t have to see us or do anything you don’t want. Per the anonymity that was mentioned, we aren’t going to give our names so you don’t have too either. We also won’t be showing our faces so, again, you don’t have to.”

(9:33pm) “More than anything, we just want someone to look out for and talk to. Maybe make you feel good from time to time if you let us.”

(9:35pm) “Ok, Daddy.”

(9:36pm) “Good. Good girl. : ). We can talk on here until the three of us get more comfortable and then we can give you our numbers so you can talk to us there or individually. As you can imagine, rockstar travels a lot and so do I for deals so we aren’t always together 24/7.”

(9:40pm) “Are you both friends or partners?”

(9:42pm) “Friends for sure.”

(9:43pm) “Ok, baby girl, we’ll let you go but we’ll talk to you tomorrow. Get some sleep.”

(9:45pm) “Good night, Daddy.”

(9:46pm) “*Daddies”

(9:48pm) “Good night, honey.”

(9:48pm) “Sweet dreams, princess.”

As you laid in bed that night, you couldn’t help but wonder who they could be. You did some quick googling of businessmen who were friends with rockstars but that was stupid because that was a very common friendship found within industries. Rolling over, you plugged in your phone to charge it, pausing when you heard it ding.

Mogul/Rockstar deposited $300 into your account!!

Wow. No man had ever sent you that much just for an introductory conversation. Maybe because it was two of them they felt the need? As you drifted off to sleep, you found yourself getting more and more curious about them, dreaming of possibilities that may come to be.

############

That first month went by a lot smoother than you expected it to when it came to this account. They were incredibly kind and genuinely seemed to care about your day and what you were up to. Any time you voiced any kind of concern, they listened and did what they could. For example, you wished you could tell who was responding when since at the moment they replied as one. A few minutes later Rockstar changed his text to be red so you knew you were talking to him.

When it came to finances, they were more than generous, giving you a set amount of $500 at the end of each day. They never once asked for anything sexual or made innuendos about their bodies or yours.

As the second month began however you found yourself getting antsy.

(6:42pm) “May I ask a question?”

(6:43pm) “Yeah, of course, anything, honey.”

(6:45pm) “Can we do something…I mean can you help me…”

(6:46pm) “We can help with anything, princess. You just have to ask like a big girl.”

(6:47pm) “Can you…help me cum…”

(6:47pm) “Please, Daddy.”

(6:48pm) “We can do that for you, pretty girl. If you want. You remember the rules?”

(6:48pm) “Yes, Daddy.”

(6:49pm) “You don’t even have to turn on your camera or mic or anything. You can just…watch me.”

(6:50pm) “We never do anything we don’t want to do.”

(6:51pm) “But we would love to watch you cum. Do you have toys or were you just going to use your fingers?”

(6:53pm) “I have toys, Daddy.”

(6:54pm) “I actually just got this rabbit vibrator but I have no idea how to use it.”

(6:57pm) Mogul/ Rockstar has invited you for a video chat.

Biting your bottom lip, you grab your mask and pull it over your eyes, checking your appearance in the camera box before clicking their link. The camera box was still just their image from the site which you expected but was pleasantly surprised when a husky voice flowed through your speakers.

“Hey, honey. You don’t have to turn your mic on if you don’t want to. We just thought it would be fair since you’re about to vulnerable with us.”

You smiled as you turned on your microphone.

“Is it vulnerable? It’s just…masturbating right?”

“I mean, are you playing with yourself on the internet for just anyone?”

The second voice that followed through sounded extremely familiar as if you heard it somewhere before. It was incredibly sexy none the less.

“No.”

“Then I would say you’re being vulnerable, babe. Jesus, you are really beautiful by the way.”

“Thank you, Daddy.”, you beam.

“Can we ask why shorts and an oversized shirt? Most women wear the lingerie or a bra and panties.”

“Or are totally naked.”

“I just want to be comfortable. I’m not roaming around my house in a bra and panties.”, you giggle. “I take those off as soon as I get home from work.”

“Very fair. We’ve never asked what you do. Do you feel comfortable telling us?”

“I’m a teacher. Another reason for said anonymity.”

“Again fair.”

“Um, may I ask, whose voice is whose?”

“Yeah, pretty girl. I’m the Mogul.”

“I’m the rockstar.”

Smiling, you nod but you find yourself completely unsure of how to proceed. Usually, you could play innocent and do what you needed in the bedroom but something about these men were making you…

“Honey, are we making you a little nervous?”, Mogul asked in a sweet tone.

“Yeah a little bit. I’m sorry.”

“No reason to be sorry, sweetheart. Can you do your Daddies a favor and show us the toy you got?”

Like a little kid in a store, your smile grew as you opened the box by your feet and produced the pink vibrator, displaying it for them to see.

“Is that your favorite kind of toy?”

“Usually men are but—” You quickly covered your mouth with your palm not meaning to let your sass slip out like that. Again, you were surprised when you heard both men laugh.

“I like that sassy attitude.”

“The confidence to.”, Mogul adds. “Don’t cover up that personality for us, baby girl. We’re big boys. We can handle it.”

“Most men can’t.”

“Most men aren’t us.”

“That’s for damn sure.”, you smirk as your thighs rub together.

“Why don’t you take off those short for us, sweetheart?”, Rockstar suggests as you nod, rising from your chair to bring them down and toss them aside. “Good girl. Can you open your legs for us so we can see that pretty pussy?”

Licking your lips, you close your eyes as your open your legs giving them a good view.

“Open your eyes, baby girl, and don’t move them from the camera.”, Mogul commands in a firm tone. “Jesus, man. I bet she tastes really fucking sweet.”

“And is really fucking tight. That toy is going to stretch you out I bet.”

You moan at their words as you tease your slit with the end of the vibrator.

“I wish you both were here to help me.”, you whine as you palm slides under your shirt to massage your breast.

“Go ahead, honey. Push it into your cunt and tell us how it feels.”

Mewling, you easily guide it inside of you, the subtle vibration against your clit driving you crazy.

“Fuck, it feels so good, Daddy.”

“Yeah, princess? Fuck, I’ve never wanted to eat a pussy so bad in my life. Look at her. I just want her to ride my face till she cums over and over.”

“Fuck…yes.”

“You’d like that, baby? Make a mess all over Rockstar’s face.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Such a dirty little girl. Can you say it for us?”

“I’m…I’m a dirty girl. Fuck, Daddy, it feels so good inside of me.”

“Fuck, baby girl. You’re so fucking sexy. Make yourself cum.”

“Can I, Daddy? Please. I’m so close.”

“Yeah, sweetheart. You have our permission.”

Your body shook as you came, your hips grinding against the toy as you elongated your high.

“Good girl, honey. Very good. Come back to us.”

“Th-thank you. Thank you.”, you grin as you bite your lip. “Wait, did you guys cum? I wanna hear it.”

“This was about you, babe. We didn’t touch ourselves.”

“Doesn’t change the fact that we’re really fucking hard though after that display.”, Rockstar laughed.

“Are you serious? You guys didn’t…at all. Most men do.”

The image in their camera box suddenly changes and their laps from the waist down come into your view. Both men were wearing shorts and you could vaguely see their bulges poking through. Their hands were gorgeous, one littered with rings that you assumed belonged to the rockstar.

“Again…we aren’t most men.”

“Don’t make us have to remind you again.”

Nodding, you softly apologize as you lean back in your chair.

“What’s wrong, baby? Are you pouting?”, Mogul asks in a tone that makes you smile.

“Not really. I just…I wish you could hold me.”

“Yeah…yeah, princess, we wish we could to.”

“Will you ever trust me enough to show me your faces?”

You listen as they heavily sigh.

“Maybe. Let’s just take this one step at a time, ok?”

After your good nights and lying in bed alone, you don’t know why but you begin to cry. You had been alone for so long, broken hearted from the bullshit your ex put you through. You loved what the site offered but you wondered if that momentary high would be enough to sustain you. You just wanted someone who would hold you and tell you everything was alright. Someone who would take care of you and make you feel safe so you didn’t have to worry anymore about…everything.

As your phone dinged, you glanced at the notification that illuminated your screen.

Mogul/Rockstar deposited $2000 into your account!!

Hardening your heart, you reminded yourself that you were strong, squeezing your eyes tightly shut as you forced yourself to sleep.

##############

(6:15pm) “Hey beautiful. What are your plans tonight? Rockstar and I were thinking maybe the three of us could have a camera date and just talk. Nothing sexual.”

(6:17pm) “You don’t have to of course.”

(6:20pm) “Sweetheart, you know how we feel about you not answering.”

(6:25pm) “Shit, you guys. I’m so sorry. I was charging my phone while I was getting ready! I actually have plans tonight.”

(6:27pm) “Ooo that sounds like fun. Spending some time with friends?”

(6:29pm) “Not exactly lol My ex actually invited me to dinner so we could talk about some things.”

(6:30pm) “You’re going on a date?”

(6:32pm) “Um, I guess you can call it that.”

(6:32pm) “Is that a problem?”

(6:33pm) “We made it clear that if you agreed to be our Baby you would be ours.”

(6:34pm) “Virtually, yes, but the information and rules you gave me didn’t say I couldn’t go out on a date.

(6:35pm) “What. Did you think I was just going to be ok with not knowing who you two were and never having you two fuck me or hold me.

(6:35pm) “To not go on actual dates and feel wanted.

(6:36pm) “Needed.”

(6:38pm) “Didn’t realize you needed everything spelled out for you. Relationships take time. Like you we imagine, we’ve been burned before. We don’t want another whore who’s only dating us for our money or status. We deal with fake people enough!”

(6:39pm) “We like talking to you and you’re so beautiful. We WANT to see where this goes but if you’re in that much of a rush maybe this was a bad idea.”

This Baby is currently offline. You may leave messages for her and she will get this when she logs back in!!

***

(9:32pm) CurvyBabyWAttitude has invited you for a video chat!!

(9:34pm) Mogul/Rockstar declined your invitation for a video chat.

(9: 35pm) “Please…I need you…”

(9:38pm) “Now you need us? After your date I’m thinking didn’t go well since it’s 9:30.”

(9:39pm) “Try again, little girl. We aren’t the kind of men you use whenever you feel like.”

(9:41pm) “We have feelings to.”

(9:45pm) “What? No sassy come back? Nothing sarcastic you want to say?”

(9:50pm) Mogul/Rockstar has invited you for a video chat!!

“Jesus Christ. What happened, baby?!”

When you illuminated their screen, you were a complete mess. Your hair was frayed every which way and even under the mask covering your eyes they could tell your make up was smeared from tears. Your black dress that you had worn was torn at the sleeve, hanging down as you held it together with your hand.

“Did that fucker hurt you?”, Rockstar growled.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know who to call. I’m so sorry, Daddy. I should have stayed here with you. I’m just so tired of feeling lonely. As soon as that fucker showed me even a little bit of attention I just…”

You listened as they mumbled to each other, unable to make out what they were saying as you dried your tears with your fist.

“We’re in New York right now. Are you close to that state?”

“Y-Yes?”

“Do you trust us? Say it.”, Mogul replies sternly when you nod.

“Yes, I trust you.”

“There’s a hotel outside of the city. I’ll message you the address and room number. You follow the instructions we give you to the letter. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

***

“Hi, um, I’m checking into a room…under, um, Baby Girl.”

You cringe as you relay the information but all the young lady does behind the hotel counter is beam over at you as she types on her computer.

“Ah and here’s your key. Do you need an escort or anything?”

“Oh, uh, no, ma’am, thank you.”

“No problem! The gentleman said he would be right there.”

You glanced around you nervously as you rode the glass elevator up to the floor your room was at. You appreciated that they didn’t make you go to some run-down Bates Motel but you were still a bit on edge.

Heading for the door, you paused taking a deep breath before putting in the key and slowly entering the room. It was a modest little room but lived up to its five-star rating just on looks alone. Shifting your gaze, you realized quickly you were alone but noticed a note with the words “Baby Girl” on the mattress.

Lifting it up, you found a black silk eye mask one would use for sleeping folded underneath.

“Please place this mask over your eyes and we will be right in.

We know it took a lot of trust for you to drive out here so we’re trying to meet you halfway.”

Taking a seat, you sighed as you tried to put the thing over your head, struggling a bit as a bruise had begun to form where your ex tugged at your dress.

The sound of the door clicking and swinging slowly open caught your attention as you froze in place.

“Um, f-full disclosure, my eyes are closed as well. I couldn’t get this thing further down and I could see under the—” You point at the bottom of the mask as the door closed.

Cologne filled your nostrils as footsteps walked closer to you.

“Is it ok if I touch you so I can fix it?”

Your head tilted to the side at the sultry, smooth voice just above you.

“Yeah…who-who is this?”

“I’m the mogul in our name. Rockstar is on his way.”

“Were you two not together?”

You feel the atmosphere shift as he kneels in front of you and his fingers gently hold your head as he adjusts the mask to be more comfortable.

“We were but he wanted to stop and grab some things in the lobby. How does that feel?”

“Better, thank you.”

He withdrawals his hands but he doesn’t move as you feel his eyes scanning you over. Braving crossing a boundary, your hands carefully reach out and find his cheeks. Taking a hold of your wrists, Mogul helps guide your movement over his fluffy hair making you smile at how soft it is. When your thumb finds his lips, he exhales heavily and his warm breath has your pussy clenching around nothing.

Abruptly, the door beeps and opens again as the smell of cigarettes fills the room.

“Do you know how hard it is to find ice in this goddamn palace!?”

Your head tilts again as you try to follow the new voice as he moves about the room.

“And that would be the rockstar.”, the man in front of you assures as he pats your thigh and sits beside you. As he goes to release your hand, you immediately reach for him again, afraid of being in the dark now that they were here.

“Next building you buy should be a fucking hotel so you can put things where us humans can find them.”

You hear what sounds like someone being lightly hit as everything becomes silent again.

“Hey, sweetheart. Sorry. My mouth tends to move before my brain does.”, he replies in your direction at a bit of a calmer register as he bounces on to the bed beside you. “God, asshole got you good, huh? Ok, this is going to be cold.”

You yelp and wince when something freezing lands on your arm.

“I searched for like an actual icepack but I guess the 5 stars don’t include first aid.”

“Ok! I get it. You’re not used to fancy places, dude. Jesus.”

Rockstar laughs through his teeth making you smile again as your free hand reaches towards where you assume he is. Your fingers touch hair first and your eyebrows scrunch together as you realize you found the ends just above his shoulder.

“Yeah, I, uh, wouldn’t run my fingers through that. It’s all tangled. You may get stuck and have to stay with us forever.”, he chuckles before it trails off.

You can feel them both watching you as your palm finds his cheek and like with his friend your thumb moves along his bottom lip. They were a bit more chapped but based on the smell you assumed that was due to the cigarettes. As your hand began to travel down his neck, you paused and pulled away not wanted to make either man uncomfortable.

“I’m sorry.”, you mumble.

“What are you sorry for, honey?”

“I don’t mean to be…that much of a brat, you know. I like talking to you both to and I want to see where this goes but…I guess I’m like him sometimes.” You pause as you gesture towards the rockstar. “My mouth moves before my brain. I’ll understand if you don’t want to be my Daddies anymore.”

Both men were silent for what felt like an eternity before the ice was removed from your skin and replaced by lips. A pleasant sigh escaped you as he tenderly kissed your bruises.

“Why did you ex hurt you?”, Mogul asked.

“Because he’s a fucker.”

“Yeah, we gathered that.”, Rockstar teased as he leaned away from you but intertwined your fingers with his.

“He, uh, took me on a date to this tacky little restaurant that I told him a million times I hate and then on the drive home he insinuated because he took me out I’d want to…you know.”, you exhale as your head hangs. “I’m just so tired of being lonely. I just want someone to take care of me. ME. Not the supposed ‘whore who needs to be put in her place’ or ‘the desperate big girl’. I’m strong and I can take care of myself. I’m just…tired.”

Fingers tenderly moved your hair behind on of your ears.

“God, I love your attitude.”

“It’s not uncommon for us to constantly run into ‘yes’ people. It’s one of the problems we have with Babies. Always ‘Yes, Daddy.’ Or ‘Of course, Daddy.’ Sometimes we can’t tell if it’s them being genuine or pandering to us to get what they want. Which…I guess is fine but…”

“Not what we’re looking for.”

Your hands search for Mogul’s face and he grins as he leans in allowing you to touch him. When your lips find his, however, he hastily pulls back and rises to his feet.

“Hey, no, honey. You don’t have to do that. That’s not why we came down here.”

You feel yourself start to panic, losing your bearings since you can’t see. You had gotten used to them both being next to you and when he stood up you suddenly felt lost.

“I’m right here, princess. You’re ok. Everything’s ok.”, Rockstar murmurs in your ear as he squeezes your thigh.

“You don’t want to fuck me?”, you ask to the void, unsure of exactly where the other man may be.

A deep, guttural groan echoes in front of you as you turn your head towards it.

“I’ve never wanted something or someone so bad in my life, baby, but… that’s not why we came here.”

“He doesn’t want you to feel used. Your ex tried to do that and he doesn’t want you to feel like we’re the same.”

“I don’t. I don’t feel that way at all, Daddy.” Your voice had dropped into that little girl tone as you fully allowed yourself to be vulnerable for them. “Please…”

Lips connected to yours again but the taste was different. The nicotine that lingered on his tongue mixed with the slight taste of mint toothpaste set your body on fire as it fully came to life and you wrapped your arms around the man’s neck as he gently tilted you onto your back.

The bed dipped on your other side and you disconnected from one set of lips to another. You became lost in his kisses as his tongue danced with yours and their hands roamed your skin.

“We’re going to be gentle tonight, baby girl. Let us take care of you.”

You allowed them to undress you and waited patiently as they removed their own clothes. Lying on either side of you, they each lifted one of your legs over their hips as their lips and tongues sucked on your neck.

Rockstar’s fingers glided through your folds and you groaned loudly as he massaged circles into your clit. While running your hand through his hair, Mogul licked and sucked on one of your nipples making your hips buck as you searched for more friction.

“Please.”

“What do you want, sweetheart? You want my fingers?”

“Yes, Daddy, please.”

His nose presses against your cheek, his mouth opening in a silent moan as he effortlessly guides two of his digits inside of your core.

“Fuck. I was right. You are tight. Jesus, sweetheart, our cocks are going to stretch you open, baby.”

“Can…Can I have you both?”

“Can you handle that?”, Mogul asked with a slight whine of want.

“Yeah, Daddy. I can, I promise.”

“Baby girl, I don’t think you understand what you’re asking for.”, he chuckles and you listen as he sucks on what you assume is his fingers. “You may think we’re cocky but trust us we’ve earned the right to be.”

You suck in a breath as you twist your hips and feel two long thick fingers pushed into your ass as both men thrust their digits into you.

“Oh…my…”

“Can a little girl like you handle your Daddy’s big cocks inside of you at the same time?”

Your hands cling to the man in front of you as you passionately kiss him, his tongue catching your moans as you tremble and trench his fingers as you cum.

“Y-Yes, I can…I can handle it.”

They abruptly sit up and manhandle you around the bed, Mogul’s arms holding you tightly as he places himself on the edge of the mattress with his legs hanging off the side. Just as you had, his palm comes up to caress your face as his thumb traces your lips.

“You’re so beautiful, baby.” You softly smile at the sincerity in his voice while he circles your arms around his neck. “Just hang on to Daddy, ok? We got you.”

His hair tickles your nose as he tilts his head and grips his cock between your bodies.

“Shit, um, I almost forgot. Is it ok…I don’t think we have condoms.”

“It’s ok. I’m protected and I’m clean. You can cum inside me…if you want to…”

“Fuck, sweetheart, you’re going to kill us. Ok, go ahead and baby let me know when you’re ready for me.”

“Yes, sir.”

You feel his mushroom tip tease your entrance making you both moan.

“Take your time, honey. I got you.”

As you slowly descend onto him, he sucks in a breath as your fingers thread through his hair.

“So big. Fuck, Daddy.”

“How does she feel, man?”

“Mmpf, tight. That’s it. You’re almost there.”

When you’re fully seated on top of him, his forehead leans to rest on yours as his humid breath fans your face. The action causes you to clench around him and he grunts in pleasure.

“Hang on to me.”, he whispers as he tips back onto his hands tilting you with him.

Rockstar spits in his palm behind you and you mewl as he rubs it between your cheeks.

“Are you ready, princess?”

“Yes, Daddy, I’m ready.”

Holding your ass open, he gradually slides into you.

“Oh fuck. I wasn’t expecting… goddamn baby girl.”

Ringed fingers take hold of your bicep as both men thrust into you at the same time hitting every spot inside of you that has you melting into them.

“Oh my God. Yes!”

“Yeah, baby? Fuck, dude. I don’t know how—mmm—how long I’m gonna last. Her ass feels so good.” A hand slaps your behind making you moan as another strong palm grips the back of your thigh guiding your movements as you bounce back into theirs.

Lips in front of you open mouth kiss your chest up to your neck as you push them closer to your skin.

“Please. Fuck, Daddy! M’gonna cum.”

Slamming their hips up to meet yours, your body quivers as the coil snaps.

“Atta girl, honey! Making a mess all over our cocks and coming hard like that. So fucking sexy.”

Clinging to them tightly, you allowed them to use you to chase their highs. The man behind you warms your insides first, grunting as his rhythm falters. The man in front of you soon follows thrusting his spend deep inside of you.

“We’re going to pull out, sweetheart, ok?”

“Ok, Daddy.”

After carefully removing themselves, you feel yourself being lifted into the air and spun around before being placed on soft pillows. A wet rag cleans you and you pleasantly sigh as you curl under the covers that were placed over your body.

“Are you both going to stay?”

Cool metal touches your skin as a hand pets your head.

“Do you want us to?”

“I promise I won’t look.”

Warmth encases you as they lay on either side, murmuring praises as you steadily fall asleep.

#################

When you woke up the next morning you were alone, finding a note on the nightstand that said they thought it best to leave before you woke up but that the room was yours for as long as you need and to message them when you made it home.

You did what they requested but decided to utilize the rest of your Sunday for yourself thinking about everything that happened. You heard your phone pinging but you didn’t want to talk to anyone wishing you could call in that following Monday. Unfortunately, you made a promise to a friend, you couldn’t break.

“Y/N, honey, are you alright?”, your colleague asks as she lightly elbows your side.

“I’m fine. Just an interesting weekend.”

“Alright, guys so this where all the important decisions are made.”, the building tour guide obnoxiously smiled as she guided the class around the office space. “Let’s see if the boss is available.”

“Well thank you for chaperoning with me. When Mrs. Ludwig cancelled I thought I would have to reschedule.”

“No problem. I know nothing about business and economics but…”, you giggle.

“Holy shit!”

“Mark!”, your friend shouts. “Watch your mouth! Jesus!”

“Mrs. Raymond, it’s Eddie Munson. The guitarist from Corroded Coffin!”

Turning your head in that direction, you realize two men are staring your way, one of them indeed the famous rockstar.

Rockstar…

Blinking you tilt your head as you notice the rings on his fingers.

That voice. I knew that voice.

“It’s not uncommon for us to see Mr. Munson around here. Him and Mr. Harrington have been friends for a long time. Right, sir?”, the tour guide asks.

“Steve Harrington? The business mogul?”

Mogul…

“See, Y/N. You know some things about the business world.”, your friend grins.

As the world around you seems to slow down to a halt, you three continue to stare at each other as you figure out where to go from here.

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Can I request a Steve imagine? My moms an alcoholic and I was wondering if you could write something where the readers mom is on a drunk rampage and Steve saves the reader and takes her to his house and comforts her? Thank you.

a/n: Oh my dear anon- this hit wayyy to close to home; I know exactly what you’re going through my love <3 this is a scenario i have used in my head for comfort so often. Sorry if this is a lil self-indulgent, but I’m writing partly from experience

tw: alcoholic parent, mental abuse, anxiety attack, mentions of depression, trauma stuff

words: 1,3k

Safe with me - S. H.

—☕️

You could tell she wasn’t herself just by the way she walked to the front door. There was an oblivious haze in her eyes and a small smile on her lips that most would find friendly- but you knew what it meant. And you knew that she would lie to you, too.

‘Mom?’ You asked wearily while taking off your shoes. You had just finished a shift at Scoops with Steve and Robin, and you regretfully peered over your shoulder to watch Steve’s car fade into the distance, kicking up the gravel and dust.

You could tell she was trying to keep a facade- to act sober. It was clear in the way she tried to keep herself upright, to seem like the paternal figure she should be- but it all felt wrong to you. You wallowed in denial, though. Maybe you were just tired or anxious.

‘Yes sweetheart?” Her voice was muddled and her speech slurred, and it made your heart drop to somewhere beneath your ankles.

‘Just to make sure,’ you began carefully, sending her a small smile as to not alarm her. ‘-you haven’t had anything to drink today, right?’ You couldn’t recognise your own voice; the lump in your throat got tighter by the minute, daring to choke you out completely.

‘No, no, no’ she said, too quickly. She didn’t meet your eyes, and when you stepped into the living room you smelled it. It made you sickly bitter inside, knowing she still tried to hide it after all this time.

‘You’re lying,’ it came out between your teeth, clenched tightly. A thick, drowning wave of disappointment washed over you, all you needed was her admittance.

‘Well- maybe a glass or two. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry sweetheart-‘ she started rambling- the standard procedure. You looked at her with a heart-breaking, desperately pleasing look. It was never a glass or two. She started stuttering out how awful of a mother she is, how hard it was to have a child, how she should have never gotten one.

But you had stopped listening a long time ago. The roar of the wave flushed your skin red, and you ran to your room, locking the door while the words, not again, kept appearing in your head like a mantra.

Your entire nervous system was set aflame, heart pounding so hard into your ribs that it hurt, hands shaking so violently you could barely hold the phone without it dropping it. The tears clouded your vision of the numbers in front of you and sobs wrecked through your body as you dialed a number by default. Steve’s.

Calling him wasn’t planned, wasn’t a usual thing in a situation like this but you felt an overwhelming urge to be protected, to feel safe and far away from whatever monster had swallowed your mother.

The phone clattered against your ear as you held it to close, hearing your mom trying to open the door. You ignored her pleas to the best of your abilities until Steve’s voice was heard on the other line.

“Hello?”

The sound, so familiar and pure and everything good made you cry harder, made your first words a mix of hey, it’s me, and fast paced- panicked breathing and cries.

“Woah woah woah, what’s going on? Are you okay?” He sounded so genuinely concerned, and you willed yourself to try stringing a coherent sentence together.

“Can you come pick me up? Only if it’s not too much trouble, I know you just left and all. If you can’t, it’s totally fine!” You hurried to say, trying to sound as assuring as possible- you would hate to be a burden to him like you were to your mother.

“Of course. Of course I can. What’s going on?” You immediately felt a little pang of relief at his words; you were saved from this hellish nightmare.

“It’s my mom. Y’know the drinking stuff- I just need to get away right now.” You hoped he would get the gist. You had mentioned your mothers alcoholism and depression to Steve but not the full extend of it.

“Shit, I’m sorry y/n. I’m so sorry. I’m gonna come pick you up right now, I’ll be there in like- 8 minutes okay? Can you wait outside for me, maybe? Would that be better?” His voice was filled with care, with concern, and he made you feel like the most important thing in his life in that moment- like his first priority.

You nodded, forgetting that he couldn’t see you. “Yeah, yeah okay I can do that. I’ll go wait. Thanks Steve, really.”

—🕊

“Im staying somewhere else” you told your mother in an h steady voice while hurriedly packing a bag with your basic necessities. You weren’t sure if Steve would let you sleep over but you could always go to Robin’s- even the Byers if needed.

Your mother insisted that you told her who’s house you were going to, and after muttering Steve’s name you were out the door. The fresh air, away from the stench of alcohol and misery was achingly freeing. You walked a little up the road, and sat on the curb until the familiar car came into view. He was driving faster than you’d ever seen and he must’ve only caught you last minute cause the tires screeched to a halt a couple feet ahead of you.

‘Hey,’ he jumped out the drivers seat and rushed to where you now stood. You looked terribly small and fragile, knuckles white from the grasp you had on your bag, eyes red with tears still freely running and your legs shaking like you were freezing.

‘Oh baby,’ he whispered, immediately embracing you tightly. His warm arms enveloped you and his mouth planted on the crown of you head. He felt shudders and sobs wrecking through your body at his embrace. You completely surrendered to it. To him.

You let him hold you, let him take your bag, let him open the door for you. You let him take you away from all the pain and neglect and sorrow.

His hand splayed gently on your thigh on the drive to his house- carefully like you’d maybe break.

“It was really bad Steve,” you whispered. He looked over to you- to your glassy eyes that conveyed everything you couldn’t say. He felt his heart absolutely shatter.

“I had no idea it was this bad, y/n. You don’t deserve this.” His hand gestures in the air, “at all.”

You felt a little embarrassed at him seeing you in this state, knowing what really went on. But he wasn’t condescending or pitying. He cared- hell he loved you. And he wanted to take away all the pain from your precious heart.

“You’re staying over, right?” He asked as if obvious. Relief once again cursed through you, and you put your hand atop of his as he pulled into the driveway. “If that’s okay?” You questioned.

“Always, y/n. Stay as long as you want, whenever you want I swear. Its better when you’re here, anyways,” he said- the last words uttered casually as if it didn’t mean the world to you.

He brought you inside, and his home smelled clean and looked bright- his mom was nice to you and the dinner was great. It was everything you wished you could have, including Steve.

—🕊

Steve had spent the remainder of the day with you, just sitting and talking- watching a few movies and buying a few snacks. You elaborated more on you and your mothers relationship and Steve told you about him and his dad. You felt completely comfortable and never judged in Steve’s presence.

“You can always call me, no matter what time, okay?”

“Okay.” You smiled softly, gratitude radiating from you to him as your arms wrapped around his waist. He immediately reciprocated, letting you rest against his chest as you turned back to the movie playing.

You had never felt more safe in someone’s arms as you did that night, falling asleep on the couch with a blanket tossed over the two of you <3

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