#Steve's Sin baby daddy

[pleinsdemuses]

@walkitoffrogers

Sin's hands trembled as she clutched the pregnancy test, her eyes fixed on the two unmistakable lines that confirmed her fears. A rush of panic surged through her, and she turned to face Steve, her expression a mixture of fear and vulnerability. For once, she allowed her guard to slip, revealing the turmoil swirling within her.

"Steve," she whispered, her voice barely audible, the weight of the revelation pressing down on her. "I... I'm pregnant." She didn't know if Steve desired children, or if he even saw a future beyond the perilous life they led. "I... I didn't know. I didn't think I could..." Her words trailed off, the weight of the situation pressing down on her chest. She had always considered herself incapable of bearing a child, a consequence of the atrocities inflicted upon her by Hydra, the idea that she could carry a life within her seemed inconceivable. She was Sinthea Schmidt, daughter of the Red Skull. An assassin, not a mother. Until now.

[howdoyousleep3]

i am once again thinking about baby bucky’s dicked-out baby talk 😗✌🏻😵‍💫😈

[tinythebunni]

Pervy Steve “the hair” Harrington and slutty stepdaughter reader!

!! The Sweetest Thing !!

Warnings !! AFAB fem!coded reader, perv undertones, slight dub-con even tho reader wants him really bad, slightly weird threats and dirty talk, FILTH FILTH FILTH!!

Thinking about absolutely perverse step daddy Steve! He’s such a sweetheart to you but you know it’s just because he’s trying to con you into letting him fuck his kids into ur cunt.

He’d sneak into your room while you’re showering just to go through your dirty clothes. He’d riffle through your draws to try and find a vibrator or a dildo so he can feel less guilty about wanting to corrupt you.

Yet, he comes empty handed. When he finally looks under your bed he finds the jackpot. A diary with your name on it and a pretty little bow. Steve’s never been one to invade someone’s privacy but you left it out in the open so it’s not really his fault, right?

Her read through the pages and read all about how your day was and how school annoyed you and how you hung out with ur bestest friend Emily.

Just normal teenage girl stuff. Until he goes to the back of the book.

Flipping through the pink lined book, he reads about your fantasies and you never mention a name, his smart girl.

But he knows it’s about him. The way you describe the mystery man’s hair, how he’s so much older than you that it’s sinful, how he teases you and makes you needy.

‘Oh your just the sweetest thing’ he thinks

Reading a bit further he finds out about the fantasies you have. The ones you don’t dare to even breathe a word of. The ones that have you bumping your cunny against your pillow and rubbing your clit raw!

He’s so hard now he could cry. Why wouldn’t his precious Angel mention this to him before? He could’ve satisfied you so well.

His poor little needy, slutty thing.

He can hear the shower turn off as you step out the bathroom. You don’t notice him at first, but he notices everything about you.

From your hard nipples, the slight pants you let out, how your legs are shaking a little.

“Was his baby touching herself in the shower? Oh no, we certainly can’t have that.” he thinks to himself.

He palms himself over his jeans as he watches you dry your hair in the mirror. Never once noticing your step daddy on your bed with your diary in hand.

You turn around to reach for a pair of panties but jump at the body on your bed. He smirks a little and you can feel your arousal already getting worse.

“Wanna tell me what this is all about?”

[hawkinsbnbg]

pro players (game over)

prompt: time | word count: 485 | rated: M | tags: modern era, established steddie, rockstar Eddie, succubus Steve | @steddiemicrofic | ao3

The first time Eddie met Steve Harrington, he was hooked instantly. Not because the man was breathtakingly beautiful, not because the man didn't recognize him, but because when Eddie offered a night of fun and pleasure, those lush lips had curled up playfully.

“Here's some advice. Try not to fall for me, Rockstar.”

Eddie had snorted like it was the most outdated joke ever.

Anyone who knew him would also know that he was no boyfriend material, let alone a lover. He changed partners like clothes. His attention was fleeting and his interest was even worse.

There was no way he’d lose his heart to anyone. Including this Adonis of a man.

Because after all, Eddie Munson was a heartless bastard.

“Fuuuuck,” Eddie threw his head back, thankful that he was already sitting because his legs had gone jellos the second Steve wrapped those sinful lips around him.

The concert was gonna start in about thirty minutes, but Eddie still unbuckled his jeans as soon as he heard his husband’s stomach growling.

And now, he couldn't care less if Steve sucked him dry and they’d have to book home before he could perform. He was sure the band would understand.

A powerful orgasm cut off Eddie’s babbled praises for his boy. His muscles locked up as he rolled his eyes back and shot down that greedy throat, spasming while Steve licked him clean through the aftershocks.

For a moment, he just sat there—dazed and lovesick—watching Steve tuck him away before moving up to straddle his lap.

“Wish I could show the world how gorgeous you are, pretty baby,” he murmured between the kisses, stroking the tail coiling around his arm and those cute little wings.

Steve’s giggle was music to his ears.

“And what? Let them find out their rockstar has married a succubus?”

Eddie grinned, squeezing the succulent cheeks with his hands.

“They’d be so jealous of me.”

“Yeah,” Steve rolled his eyes, always such a brat. “They'd set me on fire before you can even pull your dick out.”

“At least, you’d die with your most favorite possession.”

“Uh-huh, whatever helps you sleep at night, Mr. Munson.”

“Oh darlin’, I slept like a baby last night thanks to your peachy ass.”

Eddie cackled when Steve slapped his chest half-heartedly.

They were interrupted by the knocks on the door and Gateth’s muffled voice—telling them to “Hurry the fuck up, lovebirds!”

Eddie called out his confirmation before looking back at Steve who’d turned back to his human form.

“Good luck,” Steve pecked his lips softly then stood up, smiling sweetly as he lifted the hem of his sweater to show that tattoo and a hint of red laces. “Be home soon, Daddy.”

Eddie groaned, knowing the inks looked normal now but would glow pink once Steve was truly full.

And he sure as hell was gonna break his dick to make it happen again tonight.

[ash5monster01]

The Nylon Curtain

Chapter Eight - She’s Right On Time 🎶

Pairing: Steve Harrington x FemReader

Warnings: fluff, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of smut, mentions of past mistakes

Summary: You and Steve welcome your baby girl during Christmas time and Steve realizes both of you are exactly where you should be and he isn’t going anywhere.

word count: 1.6k

Seven ←→ Nine

Masterlist

Winter 1991

I'm a man with so much tension, far too many sins to mention

Steve isn’t sure what to do with himself. He feels useless considering your mother practically kicked him out of the hospital to pick up dinner and make sure the house was ready for your arrival. All he could bring himself to do was pace up and down the living room as he waited for you to get here. He was supposed to be apart of the ride from the hospital, but things just didn’t work out like that. So he did careful work of turning on all the Christmas lights and setting the table for the pizza and wings dinner he had just picked up. All because the baby was coming home tonight.

He nearly jumps when he can hear the footsteps in the street, suddenly feeling the need to turn the choral music up higher, and pile more wood onto the fire. He just wanted the atmosphere to be complete because he had waited forever for this moment. Better late than never, she was just on time for him, exactly where she should be. The both of you. Steve is filled with nerves, cursing himself for feeling this way about something that should be so natural. It was you after all, the girl of his dreams, the woman he loved more than anyone or anything. Well at least until now because there was another girl in his life. Brand new and an extension of the both of you. He found himself hoping she would like him, as silly as that sounded.

"Daddy, you home?" your familair voice coos out as the door clicks open. Steve is scrambling to meet you, heart softnening at the soft glow on you face and the small smile you offer him. The baby bundled in your arms, winter hat almost too big for her head, she looks so small like this.

"You made it" Steve breathes a sigh of relief, feeling the nerves lessen slightly now that you had made it back home safe to him. His hazel eyes are cast on the baby as he presses the softest of kisses to your lips, as if you would break from just one touch.

"Yes and I'm starved" you tell him, offering the baby into his arms. His stomach drops, carefully cradling the six pound nothing child into his arms as you make your way to the scent of pizza and wings. Alone in the entry hall he takes a moment to stare back into the bright blue eyes of the baby, his baby. Just the two of them, the first of many, and for the first time he understood all of your fears from before. His heart was truly outside of his chest and in the form of something so small he couldn't nearly wrap his head around it. She was right on time. Right where she should be, in his arms forever and ever.

"Your Mom go home?" Steve questions as he walks into the kitchen, eyes barely leaving his daughters as he finds you sat at the table already halfway through an entire slice. He was sure you were over hospital food by now so it was no surprise you were trying to replenish your energy with some food that was actually enjoyable.

"Yes, after I practically begged her. I just wanted to finally be alone with my favorite people" you smile around a bite of your food and Steve blushes as if you two were still just teenagers. Slowly he maneuvers his way into the seat beside you and you couldn't help but feel your heart soar over the fact you finally had a little family. Just the three of you sat around the ktichen table for the very first of many meals.

"She's so small" Steve whispers, feeling like his heart was in his throat. When he had dreamed up this life for himself he never actually saw it coming true. Not after all the heart ache and pain he had been through.

"You wouldn't be saying that if you had been the one to push her out" you tease and he laughs lightly, the babies big bright eyes slowly fluttering closed as she begins to fall asleep in her Dad's arms. Steve can't look away so he doesn't see your hand reach out to brush some of his hair back. He smiles lightly as you kiss the side of his head.

"You think she'll like me?' Steve questions and you know exactly what he means. She was only a baby now but with time she would grow up to form her own opinions, probably put the both of you through hell. Steve as a man with so much tension and a lifetime of sins, was allowed to have his doubts. She didn't have to take it but Steve had become a changed man, one you had no doubt your daughter would love endlessly.

"She's going to love you Steve, adore you actually. I already know you'll be the fun parent and I'll be the strict one" you say and he snorts, turning to kiss your hand that you had left rested on his shoulder. As he stares into your eyes he realizes that you were right where you should be as well. You gave him a baby girl as the best Christmas gift he had ever recieved but you were also just in time for him. His heart freshly recovering from being broken and you had taken care of him since. He wasn't going nowhere, he would still choose to live in this complicated world full of monsters that had scarred him, the very world you both shared.

Good or bad, right or wrong, you never missed a cue or lost a beat. Everytime Steve tripped up you were still there when he would need you. He should have known you always would be, that you find the perfect moment every time to be right where you should be. All the moments from meeting you, to the first date, first kiss, first time, first apartment, marriage, and now the very baby he held delicately in his arms. You had given him everything just as he needed it and you were everything. You were both right on time for him.

"Even if you're strict, you'll still be the best Mom" Steve assures you and you smile, shoving away the now empty plate of food that you had needed desperatley. As of this moment it was Christmas time in your shared home, while your husband held your first child. No moment before or after this will truly ever compare to this one. A moment where all the pieces are perfectly in place and you are both right where you should be.

"I'm not quite sure I should take that as a compliment" you joke and Steve laughs, immediately quieting down as he realizes the child stirs in his arms from the action.

"It's a compliment babe, I love when you boss me around" he says with a smrik, a sly wink flashing in your direction and you blush because it had been a while. Towards the end of pregnancy you were too uncomfortable to even enjoy sleeping with your husband, and now after birth the doctors recommended you wait. You weren't sure if you could last, hell if even Steve could last.

"As long as you don't try to kill me with your easy going parental ways" you tell him and Steve gasps as if what you had just said hurt his feelings and you are quick to shake your head at him.

"Easy going, you’ve seen how I was with the kids growing up. Nothing easy going about me, in fact I yelled at them majority of the time" he is quick to remind you and moments between him and each of the teens that were now grown adults flash in your mind. Every protective moment shared between them.

"Fine, you can be the strict parent, I don't mind" you say with ease and he glares the minute he realizes the trap you had just put him in.

"Someone is feeling awfully evil for just having a child and being home for the first time in three days" Steve says and you laugh, leaning forward and pressing a soft and slow kiss to his lips. The furrow in his brow softens as he kisses you back, realizing just how badly he missed you during that short period of time. He planned to kiss you longer but suddenly the baby was softly crying, wriggling in his arms.

"Damn, she's probably hungry" you mutter, pulling back and prepared to take the baby into your arms. Steve watches how perfect you are with her already and smiles lightly. "I'm gonna feed her and then put her down for a nap. Why don't you turn on Rudolph and we can makeout on the couch like teenagers once I’m done"

"Yes ma'am" Steve salutes, immediately moving into motion at the request and you snort as he stands beside you and sets a hand on your baby’s head.

"Goodnight Laura" he coos softly before pressing a kiss to his daughters head. The daughter named after the very song on a Billy Joel album. When he suggested it, it only made sense, considering Billy was the very reason you two were together.

"Say goodnight to Daddy" you whispers and Steve smiles as he presses a kiss against your hair. He watches as you carefully climb the stairs and disappear with your child before settling on the fact he was right. His girls were both right where they should be.

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[holylulusworld]

Indecent Proposal (15.2)

Summary: Your boyfriend wants to be part of their empire. You are the pawn he’s willing to sacrifice.

Pairing: Mobster!Stucky x fem!Reader

Warnings: sexy mobsters, fluff, established Stucky, angst, implied smut, caring mobsters, pregnant reader

A/N: A shorter interlude chapter.

Indecent Proposal (15)

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“I licked him all over, he’s mine,” you pout and whine as Steve refused to let you suck his cock again. “Let me have a taste.”

“You had a taste this morning, right after you had a taste of Bucky’s cock. Be good and calm down. You’re hypersexuality is not normal.” Steve tries to get you to slow down and relax on the bed.

“Aw, let her be as horny as she wants to, baby,” Bucky ran his hand over his husband’s back, tickling Steve’s skin. “She only tries to keep up with my hunger. You know how much I love devouring you, Steve.”

“We had sex twice today, Bucky. You, me, and the insatiable devil carrying our baby,” Steve clicked his tongue when you tried to crawl toward Bucky to get from him what Steve denied you. “No, doll. We have an appointment for the next ultrasound. We cannot reek like sex and sin.”

“But we are all sinners, Stevie,” you cooed and crooked your finger. “Come here baby daddy and bring your little Stevie too.”

“That is enough,” Steve cupped your chin with two fingers. “We love you, but you must listen to me and Bucky.”

You giggled. “Aw, he’s so sexy when mad,” you purred his name. “I understand why you fell for this pretty man.”

“What? I-“ Steve huffed. “Buck, you need to help me with this brat. She’s out of control!”

Bucky leaned his back against the headboard of the bed to watch you and his husband bicker. “You mean she’s out for cock. Let her have it, Steve. She’s so much more cooperative when you give her dick.”

“Hey, watch your mouth, Sir,” you snapped at Bucky. “Or, how about you put it to better use while I use mine to suck your pretty husband dry?”

“We are late,” Steve whispered, still mad at you and Bucky for seducing him this morning. “I hate it when we run late.”

“Stevie,” Bucky whispered his husband’s name lowly, “you had fun, didn’t you?”

Steve cleared his throat. He didn’t want to admit that he indeed had more than fun having his way with you and his husband.

“Y/L/N,” the nurse called your name. “You are next. Please follow me.”

“We will follow you,” Bucky blocked the nurse’s view. He sized her up, huffed, and looked over his shoulder. “I’ve never seen that one before. What about you, Steve?”

Steve cocked his head to look the nurse up and down. Bucky was right. Steve checked the background of every person working at your gynecologist practice. The new face wasn’t one of them.

“Oh, I’m new,” she hastily said. “I started working here a week ago.” She nodded, more to herself than to assure your overprotective mobsters that she was no threat.

“Buck—” Steve didn’t have to say more. Bucky got his phone out, snapped a picture, and left you to Steve to call Natasha and Jake, the guy they always call if they want to find out more about a person.

“Y/N, you will stay by my side,” Steve stepped in front of you to take Bucky’s place. Something was fishy about the way the nurse looked at you. He dipped his head to whisper in your ear so no one could hear his words. “I got a bad feeling, doll. Let’s head back home. Fake that you don’t feel well.”

“Steve, I don’t feel good,” you said loud enough for the nurse to hear. “Can we drive back home? We can make a new appointment, right?” You dipped your head to look at the nurse.

She curled her lips for a second before putting on a saccharine smile. “Of course, Miss Y/L/N. But if you don’t feel well, the doctor can have a look at you. Maybe it’s for the best if you come with me.”

“I’m nauseous because I didn’t eat much,” you lied easily. “I’ll make a new appointment. Thank you.”

“You heard her,” Steve snapped at the nurse. “She wants to go home. Please give us a new appointment.”

“Sure, I…” she walked back toward the reception to ask her colleague for a new appointment. You watched her nervously wringing her hands. Bucky and Steve were right. Something was fishy about her.

“Wow, you call and a doctor moves heaven and hell to come here for a simple ultrasound,” you chuckle as your men look at the new ultrasound picture. “Guys, is something wrong? Did your tech guy find anything about that nurse?”

“Nothing you need to worry about,” Bucky said. He looked at his husband, having one of those silent conversations. “Right, Steve.”

“Right, Bucky. Nothing to worry about…”

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[fkinkindagauche]

Jesus Died For Somebody's Sins, But Not Mine

Rating: Explicit | WC: 3,581 | Tags: Alternate Universe - Vampire, Vampire Steve Harrington, Human Eddie Munson, Sub Steve Harrington, Dom Eddie Munson, BDSM, Blasphemy, Bondage, Oral Sex, Deepthroating, Wax Play, Slapping, Impact Play, Choking, Daddy Kink, Hair-pulling, Come Marking, Come Eating, Facials, Dirty Talk, Aftercare, Blood Drinking, Vampire Bites, Human/Vampire Relationship, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot

Summary:

Steve opened the box. It was, indeed, full of religious paraphernalia. A bunch of crucifixes (why would someone need that many?), a couple of statues of the Virgin Mary, some vials of water (presumably of the holy variety), rosaries, and a couple of candles with creepy pictures of Jesus or Mary on them.

"You think they'd hurt you?" Eddie asked.

"I don't know," Steve mused. "I guess there's only one way to find out."

Notes:

Happy New Year everyone! Welcome to 2025 with this highly blasphemous bit of erotica.

This little PWP addition to my Vampire Steve universe was inspired by this Tumblr post by @dr-aculaaa, with much encouragement and beta-ing by @dame-zoom-a-lot.

The blasphemy goes HARD here, my friends. If that's not your thing, maybe skip this one.

Assuming you're not a vampire and his bonded human with accelerated healing capabilities, I would highly recommend you NOT use random religious votive candles of questionable provenance for wax play. Get a candle specifically made to be safe for wax play.

Title from "Gloria", originally by Them, but the Patti Smith version is what I love.

This fills two of my @steddiebingo Round One 2025 prompts - daddy kink and bondage.

You can also read it on AO3 if you'd prefer.

"Stevie, babe," Eddie called from the living room. Steve was sunning himself in the den under a UV lamp in front of a fake window. The solarium set up had been a gift from all of his friends to help him deal with his newfound vampirism. He spent most of his free time there. "Why do you have a box full of religious paraphernalia?" Eddie continued.

Steve set down the book he was reading and frowned. "I have no idea what you're talking about!" he yelled back out to Eddie.

"There's a box of, like, crosses and shit in the coat closet." Eddie's voice sounded muffled, like he'd stuck his head in the closet.

"Well it's not mine," Steve insisted. He wasn't even sure if Eddie could hear him, but he refused to get out of his chair. He'd turned it into something of a nest, piled high with all his favorite blankets and pillows. When he got himself really situated, fake sun on, it was nearly impossible to leave.

Steve heard a loud thud followed by a curse, then Eddie walked towards the den. He came in with his thumb in his mouth, holding a small box in his other arm.

"There was a bowling ball in there, too. It rolled onto my thumb," he explained with a pout.

"Oh, poor baby!" Steve teased. Eddie didn't seem seriously injured. "Why were you rifling through the closet?"

Eddie shrugged. "I was bored. Feeling nosy."

He set the box in front of Steve's chair and sat on one of the arms, leaning into Steve's space. "Watcha reading?" he asked, picking up Steve's book. "Dune? Nerd."

"I took it from your bookshelf, Eddie," Steve pointed out.

"Yeah. I'm a nerd."

Steve leaned forward, dislodging some of his many blankets.

"How is it not just a sweat lodge in there?" Eddie asked, poking at the blankets.

"I don't get hot, Eddie, for the millionth time. I just like the way the blankets feel."

"Oh, right."

Steve opened the box. It was, indeed, full of religious paraphernalia. A bunch of crucifixes (why would someone need that many?), a couple of statues of the Virgin Mary, some vials of water (presumably of the holy variety), rosaries, and a couple of candles with creepy pictures of Jesus or Mary on them.

He looked at them warily, not touching anything. He'd been inside a church once, early on in his vampirism when Dustin was still trying to experiment on him. But he'd refused to touch anything, not wanting a repeat of the burn he got from the sun.

"You think they'd hurt you?" Eddie asked.

"I don't know," Steve mused. "I guess there's only one way to find out."

Steve slid out of his chair and onto the ground next to the box. Eddie fell into the space he'd vacated with an "oof" when he could no longer lean on Steve.

"Vampire tests without Dustin?" Eddie asked. "He might never forgive us."

Steve rolled his eyes. "He'll survive." He bent over the box, deciding what he wanted to start with.

"Be careful!" Eddie yelped, grabbing Steve's wrist when he made to plunge his hand into the box. "You remember how bad those burns were from the sun, and they didn't heal right away."

Steve glared at him, tugging his wrist. "But they did heal eventually."

Eddie wouldn't let go of his wrist. It didn't look like Steve's words were helping. "Let me do it. You have a tendency to go all in too fast with things and hurt yourself."

Steve smirked. "You just wanna be the one hurting me, don't you?" They'd been exploring pain play lately, and Eddie was definitely up for hurting Steve.

The corners of Eddie's mouth twitched up as he tried not to smile. "I know how to keep you from being permanently damaged."

"Eddie, I'm a vampire. I don't know if I can be permanently damaged."

Eddie waved a hand dismissively. "Just let me have this."

Steve snorted. "Alright, fine. Hurt me with these fine religious objects, Daddy."

Eddie pulled the box back closer to his feet. He stayed in the chair while Steve knelt on the ground in front of him, a familiar position for them at this point. "You've got a little bit of brat energy going today, don't you?" Eddie asked, voice low.

Steve shrugged. "Maybe."

Eddie smirked. "Okay, then. Clothes off. On your knees in front of me."

Steve scrambled to comply, already half-hard in his sweatpants just from Eddie's Dom voice. He stood up, throwing his sweater to the side of the room and shimmying out of his sweatpants and boxers.

Eddie's eyes roved over Steve's body as Eddie palmed his own cock, making Steve blush. Eddie reached down to move the box to the side of his legs, placing a pillow on the ground between his feet. He beckoned Steve closer with a finger.

Steve sank to his knees on the pillow, putting his hands on his thighs and bowing his head.

"Such a pretty boy," Eddie cooed, running his fingers through Steve's hair. He brought his fingers to Steve's chin, tilting his head so Steve was looking up at him. He brushed a thumb over Steve's lips, gently pressing it into his mouth for a second before removing it. "I'll start small for you, baby."

Eddie reached to the side, shifting around items in the box. He pulled out a kitschy little crucifix decorated with rhinestones. "Doesn't look very holy to me," Eddie mumbled. He leaned forward and touched just the tip of it to the skin of Steve's left pec, quickly tapping then removing it.

All Steve felt was the quick pressure. No pain. No burning. Eddie watched his face closely during the process, then studied Steve's skin. It was unblemished, not even red. Eddie pressed the crucifix fully to Steve's skin for a second. Still nothing.

"Doesn't seem to do anything," Eddie murmured. He dragged the crucifix over the skin of Steve's chest, going from one side to the other, pausing on his nipples. There was no pain or any other unpleasant sensation, just the feeling of something being dragged across his skin.

Eddie threw the crucifix to the side and dug out a different one. This one was bigger, and made mostly of wood with a creepy dying Jesus cast in some kind of metal. It looked more official, but still had no effect on Steve. Not until Eddie smacked the skin of his pec hard with it, leaving a red mark.

Steve hissed at the sting, feeling his cock twitch. Eddie gave him a few more sharp slaps with the crucifix. "Makes a passable paddle, but I'm not getting holy vibes from it. You?"

Steve shook his head. Eddie threw that one to the side as well.

Eddie pulled out one of the vials of water. There was a tag attached to it which he read aloud: "Holy water from Lourdes." Eddie made a skeptical humming noise. "It's just, like, a handwritten label." He uncapped it and sniffed. "Doesn't appear to be poorly disguised alcohol."

He tipped the vial to get a few drops on his finger, then grabbed Steve's glass of water from the side table. "In case it's legit and I need to wash it off," Eddie explained. He leaned forward and tapped his wet finger gently to Steve's chest. Nothing happened.

"Definitely fake," Eddie proclaimed, throwing the vial to the side and setting the glass of water down.

He went through several more bottles of water of questionable provenance. All fake.

After that, he grabbed one of the candles. "Do you think the wax would be holy?" he asked Steve, a devious grin on his face. Steve swallowed audibly. They'd done wax play a couple of times before. Steve really liked it.

"Well? I asked you a question, Stevie."

Steve shook his head, trying and failing to remember what the question had been.

Eddie tsked. "Ah, Stevie. You get so dumb when you're horny. I asked if you thought the wax would be holy?"

"D-dunno, Daddy," Steve mumbled. He knew Eddie didn't actually think he was stupid. Eddie told him all the time how smart he was. But something about the way Eddie belittled him during these scenes really did it for Steve.

"Only one way to find out." Eddie dug into his jeans pocket, pulling out his lighter. He grabbed a candle with a lovely painting of the Virgin Mary on it out of the box, and lit it.

Eddie set the candle on the side table and turned his attention back to Steve. He cupped Steve's chin in one of his hands, giving his head a gentle shake. "You're being a very good boy now. All I needed to do was get you on your knees to make you behave?"

Steve nodded. "Yes, Daddy." Steve was completely hard now. Eddie's hand was rough against his chin, guitar calluses scratching Steve's smooth skin. The scent of wax from the lit candle surrounded them. Steve relaxed as his focus narrowed to Eddie and the candle, the rest of the room and the world fading to fuzzy background.

Eddie pressed two fingers against his lips and Steve opened his mouth, sucking them in. Eddie pushed down on his tongue, fucking his fingers into Steve's mouth as Steve sucked.

He let Steve suck on his fingers for a few more minutes, Steve thoroughly enjoying the feeling of having something of Eddie's in his mouth. They tasted salty, and very much like Doritos at first. Steve would have continued sucking on Eddie's fingers for much longer, but Eddie eventually withdrew them and reached for the candle.

Eddie blew out the candle with a whoosh. "It's most likely paraffin wax, which should melt at a safe temperature, but I'm gonna try it on my arm first to be sure." Steve almost protested that they should test it on him, the supernatural being, but he knew Eddie would ignore him. And Eddie did heal faster now that they were bonded.

Eddie dripped a little wax on his own forearm. He let it harden, then picked it off of his skin, checking for damage underneath. It must have passed his test.

"Lean forward for me, baby," Eddie commanded. Steve complied, pressing himself forward to rest his head in Eddie's lap, so close to where Eddie's cock was straining against his jeans.

Eddie pushed Steve's hair to the side, exposing his upper back. Eddie shifted, and Steve felt the first drips of wax on the skin of his back.

It burned, making Steve hiss in pain, but it felt the same as any other candle they'd played with.

"What do you think?" Eddie whispered. "Holy or not?"

"N-not holy," Steve stammered into Eddie's jeans.

"Hmmm. Want more?"

"Yes, Daddy," Steve begged.

Eddie poured a little more wax onto Steve's back, dribbling the wax lower. A pool collected in the divot above his hips.

"You'd let me do anything to you, wouldn't you?" Eddie asked.

Steve whined and squirmed. His cock was aching, desperate for friction.

"I asked you a question, baby," Eddie warned. He accompanied the sentence with a sharp smack to one of the clean portions of Steve's shoulder.

"Anything!" Steve yelped. "I'd let you do anything to me."

Eddie rumbled approvingly, dripping more wax onto his back. Steve was getting antsy. He needed more. He needed something of Eddie's inside of him somewhere. He rubbed his face directly over Eddie's cock, nuzzling into it.

Eddie grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked hard, pulling Steve's face out of his lap. "Did I tell you you could do that?" he demanded.

"N-no. I'm sorry, Daddy. Just wanna taste you. Please?"

"No," Eddie barked. "I'm not done experimenting."

Steve managed to suppress his annoyed groan, but he was sure Eddie could see the impatience in his eyes. He gave Steve a light slap on the cheek, then let go of his hair to reach back into the box.

He had several rosaries clasped in his hand when he sat back up. He dragged the beads of one rosary over Steve's skin, watching Steve's face for any pain. When he got no reaction, he draped the rosary over Steve's neck so he was wearing it like a necklace. The cross hung between his nipples, standing out against his chest hair.

Eddie stood up, walking around behind Steve. "Hands behind your back," Eddie demanded. Steve put his hands behind him, held together at the wrists so Eddie could easily restrain him.

As Eddie started to loop a rosary around his wrists, Steve could instantly tell something was different. The beads didn't hurt exactly, not the way the sun had hurt when it touched him. But they felt almost like they burrowed under the skin on contact, causing an unpleasant buzzing sensation.

"Wha - what's that?" Steve asked.

Eddie removed the beads from his skin immediately. "It's just another rosary. Does it hurt?" He brushed over Steve's wrists, checking for damage.

"I don't know if I would say it hurts. It kind of stings? There's definitely something weird about it."

"There's a tag attached to it, and a little vial," Eddie muttered. Steve could hear beads clinking. "Says it contains a relic of Saint Magdalena di Canossa. Looks like the vial has a piece of hair in it. Ew."

Steve turned to look over his shoulder at the rosary. "Huh. Must actually be a real one. You should use it to tie me up."

Eddie raised his eyebrows. "Really? That's pretty fucking kinky, Harrington."

"You gonna tell me you're not into it?" Steve asked, way too much sass in his voice.

Eddie growled at him, pulling his arms behind his back and shoving his face into the chair in front of him. He wrapped the beads roughly around Steve's wrists, binding them together. The beads made Steve feel uncomfortable and itchy, almost but not quite pain. Not enough to get him fully under.

"Color?" Eddie whispered into his ear, leaning over Steve's body.

"Green," Steve breathed.

Eddie stood. He'd pulled his shirt off while he was behind Steve. He unzipped his jeans, pulling them down with his boxers before he sat in the chair.

He threw his left leg over the arm of the chair, spreading his legs wide. Then he reached for the rosary around Steve's neck and pulled him down until Steve's face was directly above his cock.

Eddie's cock was fully hard now, precum building at the tip. "Be a good boy, Stevie," Eddie cajoled. "Make me come."

Steve dove for Eddie's cock, awkwardly maneuvering it into his mouth without hands. He sucked the head of Eddie's cock between his lips, applying firm pressure while he licked around the glans.

Eddie kept a firm hold on the rosary around Steve's neck. He twisted it to apply a slight choking pressure, but not enough to cut off Steve's air supply. He tangled his other hand in Steve's hair, tugging at the strands the way he knew drove Steve wild.

"That's it, baby," Eddie encouraged, fucking up into Steve's mouth. "Such a good little cocksucker."

Steve moaned around Eddie's cock, letting Eddie push his mouth further down. He could feel the rosary against his wrists. It was uncomfortable, almost like it was chafing him, but he could tell it wasn't actually hurting his skin.

He focused on the stinging discomfort in his wrists and the discomfort in his jaw, stretched wide around Eddie's cock. The rosary beads around his neck may not have been giving him a supernatural sense of wrongness, but they were digging into his skin as Eddie pulled. His whole world narrowed to the sensations Eddie was wringing from his body, and to the sensations he could provide for Eddie.

Eddie's cock hit the back of his throat and Steve gagged slightly. He was getting much better at controlling his gag reflex, but the first hit on the back of his throat never failed to make him react a little.

He redoubled his efforts after the gag, pressing his tongue up against the underside of Eddie's cock firmly as he swallowed. The next time Eddie pushed in deep, he didn't gag.

"You just love choking on my cock, don't you?" Eddie crooned, knowing full well Steve couldn't answer around his mouthful of cock. Eddie fucked up even harder into Steve's mouth, using the leg he had sprawled over the arm of the chair for leverage.

Steve tipped forward as Eddie's thrusts intensified, unable to keep his balance with his arms tied behind his back. His nose was buried in Eddie's pubes. It was hard to breathe, but he loved it, loved being surrounded by the smell and feel of Eddie.

Eddie pulled Steve up a little with the hand tangled in his hair. "Gotta remember to breathe, baby. Can't do breath play with your hands tied up."

Steve took in a deep breath through his nose, unwilling to let Eddie's cock out of his mouth. Eddie continued to hold his head up by his hair, keeping Steve's nose free, and started to fuck into his mouth again.

"That's it sweetheart. The best mouth. Absolutely perfect."

Steve groaned, sucking hard on Eddie's cock. Eddie started to breathe heavily, thrusts growing more frantic.

"You want me to come in your mouth, pretty baby? Or all over that beautiful face?"

Steve didn't answer. Not just because his mouth was full of cock. Also because Eddie got to decide how he wanted to use Steve. Steve didn't want to be even peripherally involved in the decision-making here. That was what he loved about it.

Eddie knew that, too. He just couldn't resist dirty talk. He pulled Steve off by his hair, stroking his own cock several times before coming on Steve's face. He avoided his eyes, coming all over his mouth and chin, making sure to get some on his upper chest, coating the rosary. Steve's cock twitched as he looked down at the white strands mingling with the black beads of the rosary.

"This is one of the top 5 most beautiful things I've ever seen," Eddie whispered, voice reverent.

Steve felt too hazy to respond, drifting in a space where he only had to feel, not speak.

"All five involve you naked," Eddie elaborated. "Come here, big boy." He opened his arms wide, and Steve clumsily clambered into his lap, legs straddling Eddie's thighs.

"You did so good baby," Eddie praised. He reached around Steve to undo the rosary tied around Steve's wrists, dropping it to the ground. "Your wrists feel okay?"

"Yes," Steve whispered.

Eddie rubbed the cum off of Steve's face on his fingers, then tapped them on Steve's lips. Steve opened his mouth, sucking and licking off the cum. Eddie kept swiping up cum from Steve's face and chest and feeding it to Steve until it was all gone.

Eddie kissed him, licking into Steve's mouth with abandon, messily enough to get spit on Steve's cheeks and chin. Steve loved Eddie's messy kisses.

One of Eddie's hands wrapped around Steve's cock. He used his thumb to gather the precum from the slit, spreading it down the shaft with his hand. Steve groaned, pressing his face into Eddie's neck. He had a tendency to get overwhelmed when Eddie focused all of his attention on him.

Eddie stroked Steve fast and hard, making Steve whimper against his neck and buck up into his hand. "You gonna bite me, baby?" Eddie huffed against Steve's ear. "Show Daddy how much you need him?"

Steve's fangs instantly popped out.

"That's it, sweet thing," Eddie cooed. "Take what you need from me." In reality, Steve had fed several hours before, so he didn't need anything from Eddie, but feeding during sex had become a bit of a thing for them.

Eddie clung to Steve's waist with one arm, helping him keep his balance. He twisted his wrist with the hand on his cock just right, and Steve was coming between their bodies. Steve bit down on Eddie's neck as he came, drinking a very small amount of blood from him. Just enough for his venom to enter Eddie's body and make him feel good.

He licked and kissed over the bite for far longer than he needed to, enjoying the feel of Eddie's skin. Eddie stroked over his back, drawing circles into Steve's skin and tracing over the hardened wax. He shifted after a few minutes, grabbing one of the blankets that had been dislodged from the chair and draping it over them.

Eventually, Steve felt less hazy. He lifted his head from Eddie's neck and blinked blearily at him.

Eddie smiled and kissed Steve chastely on the lips. "How you feeling? Wrists okay?"

Steve nodded, pulling his arms out from the blanket to show Eddie his unmarred wrists. "Yeah. Totally fine."

Eddie kissed each wrist.

"So one of the rosaries did something. The one with a saint bit in it," Steve mused.

"Yeah, guess it did," Eddie agreed. "I always assumed relics were just random pieces of hair or bone from whatever dead body, but I guess some of them were legitimately from saints?"

"But…" Steve was having trouble putting the mind-boggling thoughts he was having into words. "If a piece of a saint actually affected me… Does that - does that mean God exists?"

Eddie blanched, taking the less effective rosary off of Steve's neck. "Let's not go there."

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[bubblessunshinehoney]

Hi!! I saw your most recent fic, and I absolutely loved it! I’ve been watching YouTube like crazy and got an idea for Steve Rogers. If you don’t like it I am perfectly understanding of it! I was thinking of something where the reader had her wisdom teeth removed and Steve is there to help, but along the way, he deals with the silliness of it all. It’s okay if you don’t want to, as I said I completely understand! Xx

Truth serum

Hey ! I'm super happy you loved my last fic ! And I absolutely love your idea !! Here's what came from your ask, hope you'll enjoy it !

Love,

Cloudy

TW: none, fluff, nonsense because of anesthesia.

not beta read, english is not my first language, all mistakes are my own.

Don't be shy: reblog, comment, like !!

You felt dizzy, fuzzy and you couldn't focus your eyes. You knew, you were at the dentist, you just had your wisdom teeth removed. You didn’t feel your tongue or your lips, making you sob quietly… well not so quietly, when your super soldier boyfriend was in the corridor, waiting to come and see you.

“Honey?” he whispered not to startle you.

“Weve?” you slurred. 

Your head is rolling from side to side, looking for him, you relax when he takes your hand in his, you intend to smile, but..well only half of your mouth lifts, making Steve smile tenderly. 

“How do you feel, love?”

You groan, trying to pucker your lips.

“ca’t fwel my lups”, another sob, “ow ca i iss ou?”

He takes a moment for him to understand what you’re saying, but when he does, he leans in and kisses you softly, it tickles you, but it’s not like usual and you let another sob out.

“Ca’t fwel! nooo, m’roken” you gasp and open your eyes wide. “Mean i no longe’ yo gurfwiend!”, you cry, fully cry and Steve is taken aback. He knew that anaesthesia could lead to unexpected reactions, but he was not ready for this.

“You’re still my girlfriend, honey, you’re even my fiancé, remember?”

You stop crying and look at him, well you intend to, but you cross eyed and blink. 

“Fiancé?”, you whisper to yourself. “You want to marry me?”, you ask him in disbelief. 

Steve chuckles quietly “Of course i want to marry you, i’m in love with you”

“YOU WOVE ME?”

He rubs your knuckle tenderly and nods, you look at him, shocked. 

“you wove me?”, you whisper-yell.

“I do, I love you sweetie”. 

The nurse comes in to monitor you and you look at her.

“He woves me. he ant mary me. he woves me, nat!”

The nurse looks at Steve and smiles. “Do I look like the black widow?”

He laughs softly, “I think yeah, it must be the red hair.” She laughs with him and you’re sure they’re mocking you.

“It a prank? You no wove me, you wove nat. i’m fool. nobody woves me. i’m alone.”

Steve sits on the bed and holds your hand tightly, “No, baby, absolutely not. I only want you.”

He realises slowly that you might express all your insecurities. The nurse looks at him and gives him a reassuring smile. “She’s all good, just have to wait for the doc before she can go.”

The nurse leaves, but you can’t stop the tears from rolling. Steve realises you are having a panic attack, he starts to draw circles on your wrist and hums your favourite song. It helps a little, but your brain can’t decide if he’s lying or not about the wedding. It’s all fuzzy and you feel dizzy and sleepy. 

“Honey, baby, i love you, i only love you, since the moment i saw you for the first time in the office.” 

You sniffle, nodding.

“I ha trush on you sin you tame out of the ite. A tupid fangurl… sorry, I'm treep. No want to make you fall in love with me. I just…”

He kisses your forehead, shutting you up.

“But steve, yo-”

“No, baby, I know all of that. And you’re not a creep. You’re my love. I had a crush on you too, the first you came to work, I had my eyes on you. See we are both creeps.”

You chuckle and sigh. “Amatin ‘tevie, wanna ave ur baby”, you start to drift off, letting a Captain flushed and hot. “Ant all you baby…wanna mate you a daddy…”

You continue to babble nonsense about making the Captain America the best daddy ever, have all his little ones, being full of him all the time. Steve feels hot more and more, shaking his head, because even with saying such filthy words you were the most adorable woman he ever lays his eyes on. 

Later that day

You’re back home with Steve, sipping a little soup and he keeps looking at you with a new hunger in his eyes. 

“What is it Steve? You keep looking at me weird”.

“You don’t remember?”

You arch a brow… shaking your head “no…what should I remember?”

Steve looks at you dead in the eyes “About making me a daddy and being full of my children?”

You choke on your soup. “No I did not say that ? Did I?”. You hide behind your hands. Steve chuckles tenderly. 

“It’s just we never talk about it and you blurted that out… and i…couldn’t stop thinking about it since then.”

At that moment, you’re both blushing hard. After a long silence, you look at him.

“Marry me first Rogers, then we can work on making you a Daddy.”

The end

[strangersatellites]

pride, envy, wrath, sloth, gluttony, lust, ao3

Seven Deadly Sins Series (NSFW 18+)

greed (noun) - also called avarice, replaces eternal satisfaction with temporal stimulation.

no content warnings for this one but uh- its nasty so. do with that what you will. 🫣😵‍💫

There is nothing that Eddie enjoys more in this life than Steve.

Nothing he enjoys more than Steve in any and all forms.

Happy and sunshine smiling. Confused with his cute little head tilt. Angry and riled up. 

But what he’s not going to do is lie and say that he doesn’t have a favorite version of Steve. 

Because he does, he absolutely does. Has two actually.

The first is Steve with hearts in his eyes and his hand in Eddie’s. The one that makes Eddie’s heart flutter and his face wear a permanent smile.

But the second–

The second is when Steve’s shaking apart underneath him.

That’s the one that sends electricity coursing through Eddie’s veins. The one that gives him a headrush so strong he feels like he could fly. 

There’s just something about the way that his big, strong, powerhouse of a boyfriend lets himself be broken, break into thousands of tiny little pieces that Eddie gets to send skittering across the floor. Gets to put back together again when he comes back down. 

Steve had had a rough day at work and came home wound tight and subdued. And Eddie knows this drill. Knows it only takes a few sweet, sugar kisses dropped to his neck and hands squeezing at his hips to send Steve dipping down into that headspace he loves– that Eddie loves him in. 

Now finds Steve babbling nonsense into the sheets, face shoved sideways, Eddie’s hand tangled in his hair.

“You gonna come again, baby? Think you can give me a third later?”

Steve whines high in his throat, hips fucking backwards on Eddie’s cock. 

“Feels so good, daddy. Please, need it.”

He lands a sharp smack to his ass, leaves a red handprint behind and feels Steve’s broken whimper flood straight into his bloodstream.

Eddie drops his voice to that mean, patronizing tone that makes his boy shake. “Aw. You need it, baby? Tell daddy what you need.”

Squeezing at Steve’s hips and tugging his body backward, he gets lost in the way his cheeks bounce when they make contact with Eddie’s own hips. Feels resistance when Steve clenches up tight, moans loud and needy while his hands scramble for purchase in the sheets.

“Inside me, daddy. Want you to come in me, please!”

And Eddie can’t help but chuckle under his breath. Laughs at the wet slide inside his boy’s body and the way Steve can never get enough.

“Again angel? Already gave it to you once.” He slows his hips to a deep grind and feels Steve adjust his knees and try to pull him deeper. “You want daddy to fill you up again?”

The way Steve’s hole, stretched red and puffy around Eddie’s dick, clings to his length on every slow pull out makes him see stars. Always does. The way it feels like Steve has carved out a place inside himself just for Eddie. Would rearrange everything in his body just for Eddie to have a place.

And what is a guy like Eddie to do with that? Fuck him hard enough to leave bruises in his guts, thats what.

He picks back up a brutal rhythm as Steve nods furiously and pants into the sheets. Feels him clench tight and watches his back arch deep as he shakes through a release. 

Pets his hands soft across his ass, his legs still shaking as his breath heaves on the come down. 

“Good boy babydoll. My best boy, aren’t you? You feel so good, huh?”

He can hear the tears in Steve’s voice and wishes he could see more of his face, cheeks shiny and eyes sparkling. “Thank you daddy. You feel so good.” 

Even though he’s just come, he’s pushing up onto all fours and wiggling his hips back. 

“C’mon daddy. Fill me up. Want it in my tummy.” 

Eddie almost blacks out. Pounds into him so hard and fast he can hardly think. No thoughts in his head other than tight, hot, and “Baby.”

He’s breathing rapid and wild, sticky with sweat and the exertion of fucking his boy twice. But giving him what he wants no less. What he needs. Because when he’s as wound up as he was today, it’s Eddie’s sworn duty to bring him back down to earth.

“Gonna give it to you baby boy.” He lets go of his hip with one hand and slides it around to press low against Steve’s stomach. “You feel me angel? Feel how deep daddy’s getting? Gonna stuff you full, sweetheart. Give you anything you want, greedy boy.”

Despite his orgasm, Steve’s still got tears pouring down his face, whining loud and wanton. Trying to pull his legs together and crying out everytime Eddie’s cock fucks up against his prostate. “Daddy please! Please come! Can’t take it,” he sobs.

Maybe it’s fucked up what gets him off. But his boy crying and saying it's too much is always going to do it for him.

He shoves in deep and spills into his tight heat. Grinds deep and hard while he whispers to a still-shaking Steve. “That’s it. Yes, you can, baby. Look at how good you take it.”

Eddie catches his breath and pets up and down Steve’s sides as his tears start to dry. He pulls at his right cheek, squeezes tight as he starts pulling out, painfully slow.

“Want you to keep it, baby. Can you do that for me?”

Sees the shiver roll down Steve’s spine and watches his muscles clench and squeeze tight when he pulls all the way out with a slick pop. Steve whines but keeps all of Eddie’s spend inside.

“Best boy.” He thumbs at both cheeks and admires how his hole flutters trying to stay filled. “Let’s get you on your belly, baby. Come on.” He eases him down with hands on his hips. Wraps a hand around each thigh and spreads his legs wide and settles between.

He knows how this part is going to go over before he even opens his mouth. 

Steve is going to freak out a little. Act shy and embarrassed even though he loves it. Then he’ll get needy approximately two seconds later. 

He settles with a hand on each of Steve’s red little cheeks and drops a kiss just shy of his hole. Whispers against his skin and sees the way he shivers at the feeling. 

“Show me.”

Like clockwork, his muscles tense up and he whines. What Eddie can make out of his face is flushed crimson and deep, his eyebrows furrowed like they do when he’s embarrassed and wants to hide. His glute muscles pulled taut nearly send Eddie into cardiac arrest and he has to physically hold himself back from taking a bite. 

Instead he pulls him apart and lands a quick slap to his hole.

“Show me, baby. Daddy wants to look at you.”

Steve buries his face in his arms and his back is heaving with his breath. But he relaxes and Eddie looks on in awe, watches his come drip out, wet and sticky. Watches Steve squirm and whimper. Hears the tears once again and knows this time he’s down. 

“You– you said I could keep it.” Hiccup. “Wanted to keep it daddy. Feels so good. So full.”

Eddie smirks and drags two fingers through the mess leaking out over his rim and down his balls. 

“Aw honey. Is my sweet boy getting greedy? Is getting fucked twice in a row not good enough? Hm?”

Steve’s shaking his head, no. His mouth hung open and eyes so earnest and worried.

“You’re okay babydoll. You know I’m gonna give it back honey.” He shoves his dirtied fingers back inside in one deep push. “Let you keep anything you want in this hole. My good greedy boy.” 

His boy is writhing from head to toe. Whining gone soft and quiet and his tears no more than a drip.

Eddie wiggles his fingers and presses a thumb up against his balls. Steve’s whole body jerks upward, takes Eddie’s hand with it. His knees pull together tight and push his ass back in a kneeling position and everything starts to shake. Comes dry for his third orgasm of the night and sends his broken pieces falling right into Eddie’s hands. His voice is weak and broken and Eddie’s not sure he’s even aware of the little noises he’s making. He soothes a hand over Steve’s ass and presses soft kisses to the freckles he has there while he drags his fingers out slow and gentle.

“Shh, okay baby. Okay. You’re done. You’re okay sweetheart. Daddy’s got you.”

He manages to pull Steve up against his chest and lay back against their headboard. Cards a hand through his hair while he stops shaking and comes back into his body. He knows he’ll have to clean Steve up later. Will probably lick the rest of his own come from his hole in the shower if he’s honest. 

But for now he’s content to hold him and kiss his forehead. To tell him how much he loves him. How much he loves him good and loves him greedy.

[sunwarmed-ash]

Thank You For Your Patience!! (Sinful Sunday Post)

As a thank you for being patient and sweet while I sorted my life out, I'm gonna post 4 lil Sinful Sunday snippets today! These will NOT be posted to ao3 until their debut! Get em while they're hot

Part 3: HOT TO GO!- Steve x Eddie x Billy

Chapter 3 Preview: 🔞👀😈

“Good job baby, already took half of it,” Steve praised, his cock brushing that special spot inside Eddie until he can't breathe, he knows there's still so much more cock to take. At one point, Eddie thought he'd taken it all, and then Steve adjusted his hips, and then the last few inches slide home and Eddie's vision blacked out. His knees buckled and the only thing holding him up was the two sets of hands holding him in place. 

It's so good but it hurts worse than anything he's felt in a long time. Fuck, he wouldn't trade it for the world. In fact, he wished he could stay suspended in this feeling forever. Right on the precipice of oblivion, no synthetic or organic drugs could bring him this high, and he was addicted. 

He's being stretched out further than he's taken in a long time and he’s losing the battle of overstimulation with every inch inward and forward.

Steve is helping stretch the feeling out, pulling him back on his cock while Billy sucks Eddie's dick into his mouth. Eddie’s brain shorts out again.

Billy's sucking him like he's taking Eddie's orgasm as a personal challenge and Eddie can barely keep up with the speed. The sounds are absolutely filthy and it fills the room beautifully.

"Oh shit," Steve gasps "oh my god, keep that up Billy, he’s squeezing so tight around me.”

“Billy, fuck,” Eddie cries, because he can’t focus on anything but the pleasure when he’s being dually stimulated like this. He knows Billy's sucking him to delirium for a purpose, but even after the mind blowing orgasm Billy is speed running him towards, he doesn't think-"I can’t," Eddie pants, "you both won't fit."

“Shh, sweetheart," Steve soothes, "you can do it, it's okay. we're gonna get you relaxed."

“Steeve..."

“You want to be good for us, don't you Eddie?

Eddie melts under Steve's honey-sweet tone. Enough it took Steve's blunt teeth in his neck for him to remember he was supposed to answer.

"Yes Daddy,” Eddie croaks. 

"Good job. Just focus on me, and try and relax. Billy will take care of the rest.”

Eddie didn't have much time to think about it, because Billy's fingers pushing inside to stretch his hole severs the last of his conscious thought. 

"Fuck," Eddie gasps and then he’s cumming. Hard and loudly all over his chest.

"There you go baby,” Steve soothes, “perfect, keep looking at me."

Eddie melted under the praise. It was everything he needed and he was relaxing under the stretch again.

“Almost there,” Billy says, pushing a second finger inside alongside Steve’s cock. 

“You hear that baby? You can almost take Billy too. You'd like that, wouldn't you?”

“Fuck…” Eddie cries. In fantasy, yes, because he can take two, sometimes even a third in his dreams, but in real life his body feared for the painful stretch.

“Tell me to stop and I will,” Billy reassures.

That's enough assurance for Eddie to fully relax. Billy sinks in a few inches. Eddie's eyes roll into the back of his head as pleasure overrides every nerve in his body.

“There you go, nice job baby,” Steve praises, pressing kisses into his neck. 

“Fuck, fuck,” Eddie mouths, head rolling on Steve's shoulder as Billy tries to push in deeper. He didn't know being pushed so far past his limits would have his cock ready to burst again but here he was, aching for Billy to either fuck him and make him cum or pull out and let him think. He doesn't have enough mental capacity to do both. “More,” he begs and hopes its the right move. 

Billy pulls out, and he fears for the worst. But before he can miss the painful stretch of Billy’s cock its back, but with a dripping amount of lube. The glide goes so much smoother this time and Eddie is bucking hard into the thrust. 

“Careful,” Steve warns but Eddie can't hear him. The blood in his ears is pounding too hard. He's too close to care about anything but reaching climax again. And if he can bring Billy and Steve over too, bonus.

“Please, please, I'm so fucking close,” Eddie trembles.

It's the magic word for Billy. He grips Eddie's hips tight and increases the speed of his thrusts. Steve's enormous dick was doing plenty of work just sitting inside Eddie, and now Billy’s cock piercing is dragging across his insides and Eddie is convinced he can feel his brain melting out of his ears. “P-pl- ah- y-yes- fuck- please!”

Steve swallows down his every moan, biting into his neck when he wants to hear him cry. 

They stopped touching his dick but it doesn't matter, Eddie’s gonna cum again no matter what. the ache in his core is driving him feral. He needs it.

“Please,” Eddie whimpers.

“Go ahead baby, you did so good for us,”

Eddie's cock is pulsing and his ass can't stop clenching around the thick muscles inside it. 

“T-thank you.”

“Still want to keep going,” Steve asks.

“Y-Yeah.”

Eddie whines as Billy starts to pull out. 

“Billy can fuck you next," Steve says at the same time Billy says,

“I can wait my turn.”

“Okay,” Eddie nods, turning to pull Steve's lips to his own. 

Steve snaps into him and Eddie’s head falls back. His ass is swollen and sore but fuck so is his prostate and with every thrust against it Eddie is finding overstimulation more and more addicting. “Oh my god. Fuck, that feels so good.”

“Not too sensitive?”

Eddie chuckles against his lips before groaning. 

“I think I like it.” 

“Painslut,” Billy snorts.

“What do you need baby,” Steve asks, starting a series of kisses down Eddie’s neck. 

“H-Harder,” Eddie pleads, and he can feel the shape of Steve’s grin grow on his throat. 

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[infinite-orangepeel]

✨steddie ficlet: switchy energy, eddie tops then steve does, boys in love and filthy about it, face slapping, choking, religious imagery, daddy kink, breeding kink, pet play, brief reference to somnophilia, dacryphilia

eddie munson fucks like he’s reconciling with tragedy, has something septic and lethal clawing it’s way out of his ribs, and needs to beat the odds before doomsday arrives.

his touch is quick. hot. fervent and skimming—reading between the lines so he can drag steve straight to the end with him.

there is no sanctity about the beginning or middle. everything made there is a blur of sticky heat and noise. slicking off their writhing bodies like midsummer rain.

hipbones jagged. ink infecting every available inch of his skin. eddie’s thrusts are punishing. his moans knock the wind from steve’s lungs.

there is a rapid pulse, brief reprise, and the desperate need to be the concrete vessel for each other’s pain and pleasure.

slaps followed by a dirty kiss. gnawing lips. sucking marrow. red everywhere in the dim light of the room.

they dig their hearts out to present as gifts. small thanks for a lifetime of whatever this is. filthy. lovely. reciprocal confessions kept behind teeth.

they touch each other and the world is remade.

“daddy’s little toy,” eddie growls into steve’s ear; biting, licking, choking, and bruising as he grinds impossibly deeper into a place no one else has ever been, “gonna fuck you so dumb you forget your own name, baby. gonna fuck you so dumb, you only remember mine.”

it’s ravenous. starvation. pulling hair. salted tears. lighting matches. naked truth and a reckless fire that burns from within. annihilates everything in its path.

hand in hand; they break flesh only to repair it under the influence of divine creation.

body to body.

face to face.

heart to heart.

violet stains across their skin. graciously erasing the damages done by those who were too afraid to love them back.

“i love you. i’d kill for you.”

steve’s voice bubbles up to the surface like cheap jewelry tossed into the river at the conclusion of a tired romance.

“there’s a monster in you, isn’t there, baby boy?”

“yes,” steve utters like a devestatimg hymn, “and there’s one in you. in your heart. next to mine. vicious and beautiful.”

eddie’s strong. dominant. hands locked into place on steve’s slender waist like it’s life or death or something greater. beyond him. beyond them. hold tight or die trying.

“i love you and your violent teeth. i love you and your bitchy attitude—all the terrible extremes you’re capable of,” eddie’s breath hitches, but his hands never falter as he fucks him harder, “slap me hard, baby boy—fuck—i’m yours. make it so no one else ever wonders if they can have me.”

“they can’t,” steve whimpers brokenly as he slaps eddie across the face with the utmost adoration, “i’d ruin anyone who tried—fuck—you feel so good, daddy.”

when they switch positions, it’s steve’s knees failing to uphold their promise. collapsing face down into sweat, musk, the stained pillowcase, and abundant sensation.

trembling. shaking. pathetic.

drifting off into lust and want and worship.

babbling ‘more,’ ‘harder,’ ‘faster,’ ‘please, sir;’ like those are the only words he knows.

but, no matter how low he gets, no matter how far he slips—steve will not break.

eddie won’t let him.

eddie will sink his own ship, decimate the grounds, throw himself overboard, before he ever lets steve fade to black.

it’s a cruel love.

damned. perfect. edging sin and purity at the same time.

taking them to the brink and yanking the chain back at the final moment.

letting everything oxidize for longer than is ever necessary. torture. agony. young love.

poetry in the making.

“dumb puppy,” eddie berates, grazing a soothing hand over steve’s reddened ass—spanked ruthlessly by the man he loves, “rutt against the bed—rub yourself raw. that’s it—good boy. perfect boy. best boy for daddy. like you dirty. like you messy. so pretty.”

eddie pours salt into steve’s wounds, laughs giddily at his groans, licks them clean. starts again. pretends.

kisses scars and smirks as he bites down on the constellations covering steve’s back.

breaking apart the universe in his mouth like a confectionary gobstopper. shattered into shrapnel. slack at the tease of thick fingers wrapping around his throat.

nothing will ever be the same and he likes it that way.

“daddy, ‘s so good—wanna be your slut forever. would let you use me in my sleep—trust you—love you—need you—“

steve sobs into damp sheets. fucks his ass back onto eddie’s cock. tastes heat and pennies and holy worship on his lolling tongue.

brave boy takes whatever’s given to him. a beating, fist in his ass, teeth to his jugular, cock spurting load after load into his puffy hole. accepts it all with thanks and gratitude and brown eyes as dark and muse-worthy as the midnight sky.

“cumming inside you, pup. gonna fill you until your tummy’s fat and pregnant. gonna make it take this time. promise.”

eddie links their pinkies next to steve’s head on the mattress—the old thing creaks. smacks into the wall. calls out to neighbors and friends and pedestrians that this is where love is being born and made.

raw. wet. obscene and borderline criminal if you were to walk in at precisely the wrong moment.

make no mistake.

this is heaven. this is where they belong.

paradisium. the end all be all. nothing compares. rose colored glasses stay on for the show and ever after. they are blind to any other possibility. bravely human in the midst of something distinctly wild.

“i’m a mommy,” steve laughs deliriously when eddie cums with a roaring moan and a chorus of sweet declarations to his boy, “i’m a mommy. mommy. mommy. gonna get all round so quick—everyone’s gonna know. i’m gonna be beautiful.”

when steve cums it’s quieter. tangled up in innocent delusion and blushing fantasy—he sees stars in the familiar trap of eddie’s fist. stroking. bleating. aching as his balls tighten up and his head feels featherlight as if full of gossamer fabric.

release is near silent. choked out. eddie laps at his stomach in the aftermath. dips the tip of his tongue in his bellybutton. sparks tears of joy and sighs into his neck where he nuzzles and praises the love of his life for every good deed he’s ever done.

and the bad ones, too.

in the bath.

later.

they share dreams. touch for a second time. slow and easy. fingers caressing tender spots and pushing love into each other where it’s needed.

steve with his legs spread wide. eddie moving up and down with a gentle rhythm. rocking his hips to the beat of steve harrington’s golden heart. spit. bubbles. cum. water that finally runs cold.

“i wish i could live inside you,” eddie whispers when it’s over.

“you already do.”

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baby trap!andy; Andy cheats with you on Laurie, but you want more. You had to make sure he leaves her and stays with you…what better way than a baby? Laurie couldn’t give him that, could she now.

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pornstar!nick/pornstar!reader; your mother is sick and no one cares to help but you, the constant bad news should leave you broken however you’re not giving up. With three jobs a week it still isn’t enough to pay the bills and you have to search for money somewhere else, somewhere, something where your mother doesn’t have to know about.

Barber's Production: Only You Matter [s/f]

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Show Me How: Starting of Easy, huh [s/f]

ceo!bucky/baker!reader; it's time to try out a few kinks you had in mind since seeing Bucky, however nothing seems too hard for him. (Chapter 3)

They Changed Me Forever: The Past Always Comes Back to Hound You [s/f/a/d]

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You're Arms Are Home: This Was A One Time Thing [s/f/a]

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pre-outbreak!joel miller; that man loves his daughter more than everything, even when she sets him up with the pretty neighbour. Though he couldn't be mad at her, when he'd been too oblivious to the flirting.

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[howdoyousleep3]

Hey! I read your vampire/daddy Steve x baby Bucky twist on wattpad and figured you might enjoy this Stucky x Underworld AU! I really enjoyed it and I find myself thinking about it a lot and wanting more since I know how the movies go. It’s called “Scars where all my sins bled”.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13667412/chapters/31394496

Hope you enjoy! 😊

Ohhhh, thank you! I love the Underworld AU idea, obsessed.

[nityarawal]

To Mary Schmitz AKA Bush 

Niece of Mary Kay Letourneau

Daughter of Defense Team:

John Schmitz

Steve Letourneau Beat your aunt Mary Kay because she wouldn't be Poly. 

Like my x did us with 'Osho' cult.

Steve did this because he couldn't pimp her out. 

Because she was a mom & a 'Mary' of integrity. 

Mary hid your Grandpa's eunuched babies;

Your Uncles' rapes & drownings. 

She did everything perfectly as a president elect daughter to core & was blamed for eunuchs' crimes. 

Villi was only brave gang member willing to rescue her Apparently. 

Well, Steve showed us & Mary Didn't he Mary? 

He pimped her to a child to greenwash his pedophile agenda. 

Your aunt said we would all know truth.

We do. 

Are you going to raise the justice bar & whistleblow on the 600k Eunuchs in US created by your grandfather's tourquinet of the baby penis fettish? 

Or are you going to keep being a hooker for Moose's circle just like Steve's- Laughing when your friend Meghan is getting beat? 

She's been a sex slave since 14yo. 

Pimped by cop daddy.

Are you jealous of her? 

So you want to sell her to court? 

Does your boytoy Danny prefer Meghan?(:

You want Dan's house Mary?

 Are you pimping him to prison sex slavery to get it?

When will you list it with airbnb to spread more Germ Warfare?

Where Dan can enjoy being molested and raped by hooker cops? 

Gross gross gross. 

Be a better 'Mary'- not a Spirochaete Steve Letourneau parasite. 

Steve was in Moose's "Osho" sex sting. 

One of biggest parasites in history- like your grandpa. 

Why would you copulate with their amoebaes?

Why the fuck is John Schmitz Bolstrum being tortured in false arrests after his dick had to be surgically re-attached after your grandad tried to Eunuch him? 

It's all in papers. 

Nothing new.

But why were their crimes forgiven all these years while 'Mary's' pay?

Why did Mary K have to pay for all those disgusting boys sins? 

Do you want to carry on that disgusting sick legacy? 

Or be better with your sisters? 

Use your lawyers for good before table's turn. 

Karma is fast. 

Blink of an eye. 

Mother Nature's forces....

My daughter really needs you to find your sober "voice" Mamma & backbone of integrity. 

It's crispy with parasites.

Settle with X- sting.

BTW- that mole on your face isn't really a sunspot- it's a train of parasites and that's just an infection. 

It's like an advertisement for millions of gross Beatles & cockroaches you have a few cm under that pretty exterior. 

A fog light for a train of bugs…

Justin- what did you catch from Mary's night of horrors in her teepee? 

Did she wash your sheets or did a gecko slime under your stomach too?

And what happened to your other Gutter Gals you said you watched worms crawl out of? 

Were They yours???

 Xo

[almahiphop]

Big Pun - Yeeeah Baby (04/04/2000)

"Yeeeah Baby" es el segundo y último álbum de estudio del rapero Big Pun, lanzado el 4 de abril de 2000, dos meses después de su fallecimiento. Fue producido por un equipo de productores de renombre, como Knobody , Just Blaze, Younglord, Jay Garfield, Minnesota, Mahogany, KNS, Guy Boogie, The Infinite Arkatechz, Sean Cane, Ogee, Buckwild, DJ Shok, L.E.S. y Al West.

El álbum cuenta con varias colaboraciones de artistas invitados, como Prospect, Opera Steve, Donell Jones, Cuban Link, M.O.P., Tony Sunshine, Sunkiss, Remi Martin, Drag-On y Fat Joe.

El álbum fue un éxito comercial y alcanzó el puesto número 3 en la lista Billboard 200, convirtiéndose en el segundo álbum de Big Pun en ingresar al top 10. También recibió críticas positivas de los críticos de música y se considera uno de los mejores álbumes de rap de la década de 2000.

Reseñas críticas

Rolling Stone (13/4/00, p. 128) – 3,5 estrellas de 5 – "… [Pun] ha salido con fuerza. Atacó los temas estándar del hip-hop con una elasticidad ingeniosa e impredecible… Pun está en su mejor momento…"

Q (7/00, p. 111) – 3 estrellas de 5 – "… Lo habría establecido como una fuerza comercial amiga de la radio y como un ícono rebelde…"

CMJ (24/04/00, p. 30) – "… Pone de relieve el control de la respiración sin igual del bombardero boricua y los divertidos y asombrosos juegos de palabras".

Vibe (6/00, p. 214) - "… Un esfuerzo final triunfal para uno de los hijos súper líricos favoritos de Boogie Down Bronx… Muestra la visión artística madura de Pun y los flujos recién dominados, pero nunca cesa para mover cuerpos y mentes…"

The Source (5/00, p. 186) – 4 micrófonos de 5 – "… Una mirada aún más profunda dentro del corazón y el alma de un hombre en constante lucha consigo mismo… un pase entre bastidores para el atasco total que era la personalidad de Pun: sabio de la calle, intelectualmente agudo, loco por el sexo y divertido como el infierno… "

NME (29/4/00, p. 35) – 7 de 10 – "… Una estridente declaración musical final… como una biblioteca de todos los sonidos de hip-hop contemporáneos geniales comprimidos en un disco compacto. … Uno para delincuentes con experiencia laboral en todas partes".

BIG PUNISHER 'YEEAH BABY!

En “Creation”, la introducción de YeeeahBaby, un científico loco intenta construir el mejor MC fusionando los talentos de Big Daddy Kane, Kool G Rap, Rakim, Eddie Murphy ("porque es un hijo de puta divertido") y Michael Jackson. (“porque tiene dinero”) con “el corazón de un indio”, “la fuerza de un negro” y “el orgullo de un español”. Ejecutado con un gran efecto cómico, el sketch sirve como un elogio preciso de los diversos talentos de Big Punisher, quien tras su muerte en febrero pasado dejó a la nación del hip hop tambaleándose por la pérdida de otro héroe en su mejor momento. Con su debut nominado al Grammy, Capital Punishment, que presentó su swing "boricua, morena" a la multitud de MTV, Pun se convirtió en el primer rapero solista latino en obtener platino, todo sin comprometer su oficio de hip hop consistentemente hardcore. Pero después de probar el éxito cruzado de su sencillo "Still Not a Player", Pun podría haber tomado fácilmente la ruta comercial por segunda vez. En cambio, ¡Yeeeah Baby! fue refrescantemente desprovisto de productores de renombre y de moda e incluye solo algunos lugares invitados fuera del propio equipo de Terror Squad. En "Watch Those", Pun rocía un aluvión lírico típicamente implacable sobre un ritmo arrasador proporcionado por el productor Knobody (de la fama de "Still Not a Player") que muestra el tema del programa policial de los años 70 Starsky and Hutch. Y “100%”, que incorpora percusión latina en vivo y un estribillo en spanglish cantado por el protegido de Pun, Tony Sunshine, es una oda a Puerto Rico con sabor a salsa que está destinada al éxito en las pistas de baile. “Soy como G Rap, Pac, Master P, animado con un toque de Marc Anthony”, proclama Pun sobre una melodía alegre producida por el recién llegado Sean Cane. En "Laughing at You", Pun relata su ascenso de paria a superestrella del rap, con una muestra inteligente del tema de la película de inadaptados de los años 80 The Breakfast Club. A medida que la canción termina, Tony Sunshine regresa para cantar el coro de "Don't You (Forget About Me)", que, a la luz del fallecimiento de Pun, es especialmente triste. Mientras que la destreza lírica, el ingenio y el encanto de Pun se muestran en Yeeeah Baby, deja a los fanáticos lamentando la pérdida de este gran talento, el álbum es un esfuerzo final triunfal para uno de los hijos súper líricos favoritos de Boogie Down Bronx. Yeeeah Baly! muestra la visión artística madura de Pun y los flujos recién dominados, pero nunca deja de mover cuerpos y mentes. No te preocupes Pun, nunca te olvidaremos. Andréa Duncan

Big Pun - Yeeeah Baby

 Big Pun - 100% ft. Tony Sunshine

[theunvanquishedzims]

Noooooo it’s not? Hang on I gotta break this down into two points:

1. Kink is something people enjoy. People who are waiting until marriage aren’t doing it because they’re getting off on the anticipation, they’re doing it because they believe it will lead to happier, healthier married life, that it fits into God’s plan for them, that they don’t want babies without a stable long-term partner, that it’s a punishable sin, and that their personal community and society at large would look down on them for not waiting. Faith, fear, peer/parental pressure.

2. By definition, kink is non-normative and against the grain of what the rest of society is doing. Abstinence and monogamy may at one point have been a kink, and may someday again be kinks, but in modern society (at least in the USA) it’s extremely mainstream, to the point of being taught in preschool. First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes baby in a baby carriage. Mommy and Daddy, not mommy, daddy, daddy’s friend Steve, “Auntie Chris” that has special sleepovers, and occasionally Tom.

Like I get the point you’re trying to make, but you need to word it better.

not for nothing but "chastity until marriage" and "lifelong strict monogamy" is every bit as much kink as piss or free use or knotting is. we just don't call it that because those weirdly specific and highly fetishized sexual practices are institutionalized and considered normative.