#steve filth

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thinking about riding steve 'big dick' harrington until you're crying )):

warnings: piv sex, praise kink, big dicks, filth.

he's got you naked and writhing on top of him as he works his cock into you, inch after inch sliding into the tight heat of your velvety walls, puffy red lips wrapped around your nipple — kissing, licking, biting. soothing you as you're practically impaled on his length.

your ankles almost meet around the base of his back, digging into the dip of his spine when you finally sit fully — he's so big. you don't think you'll ever get used to it, and this position was making every little bit of his cock known.

"god," you gasp — a small, choked off cry. you're flush, chest to chest, your arms flung around his shoulders loosely as you silently beg your body to relax. and he's everywhere, from his shaggy hair tickling your face to his big thighs plastered to your own with sweat.

“i know baby, i know,” steve’s breathy whispers sooth you as he grasps at your hip, rocking you back and forth on his cock until you’re whining, kiss swollen lips parting as you shake.

“you— you’re so deep,” you whimper, clawing at the nape of steve’s neck and pulling on the baby hairs until he’s grunting and fucking up into you from below, making the sheer stretch even more pronounced.

this position was intense. intimate. had him as deep as he could go and then some. you’re sure if you pressed down on your belly hard enough you’d feel the bulbous head poking out through your skin.

“think you can get those hips to work for me?” steve coos, trailing his nose up your chest until he's mouthing at your damp neck, kissing and nibbling the salty skin, savouring the taste of you on his tongue, “you feel like heaven, baby.”

the praise has you keening, rocking down onto him. the sound that breaks from deep in steve’s chest causes goosebumps to break out all over your flushed body — you swear you’d never heard anything like it.

you try, you really do. a gradual bounce at a slow, steady pace. you can feel every ridge and vein of his cock as he prods deep, deep, deep. it teeters on the edge of too much, the constant press on your front wall, enough to bring tears to your eyes but not enough to get you to stop.

“oh fuck,” you can hardly focus, steve is everywhere on you. his hands roam every bare inch of your skin, his lips latch to your throat, the swell of your tits — dragging wet and hot until the tears finally spill from your eyes from the stimulation.

he looks up at you with those stupid hazel speckled irises, all gooey and full of soft love behind the lust that hardens the edges, “you need some help? those poor legs can’t cope, huh?”

your cunt flutters at his words and he chokes on a groan, snaking a toned, tan arm around your back — it somehow drags you even closer to him as he slides you back onto his cock properly, snug once more against your frontal wall.

"you look so good like this," steve grins, rocking up into you and using the arm snaked around you as leverage to lift you along with it, "all fucked out and wrecked on my cock."

"you —i—" you can't form sentences anymore, clinging onto steve for dear life as he drives up into you, bouncing you up and down on his length, ragdolling you in the process. the sickening clap of your sweaty skin mixes with the squelch of your pussy sucking him in, almost drowning out your cries.

"want you like this all the time, fuck," steve's babbling in between grunts, kissing up along the side of your neck, bringing his lips back to your ear, suckling on your lobe until he's choking a soft moan from you, "fuuuck, you're gripping me so good."

you know you are. you can feel it too, the way your cunt reacts to every touch, every sound, every push and shove. his other hand grips onto your hip so tight it's going to bruise, using it to help guide your hips back and forth in tandem with his pistoning hips.

the blooming in your belly rolls in like tidal waves, your tear streaked eyes clenching shut as you allow the feeling to wash over you. the friction of your clit on steve's thatch of pubic hair and the way your pebbled nipples rub against his broad chest helping you get there.

"i— i'm going to—" you're trying so hard, but god it's just so fucking good. it's always been good, but never have you felt pleasure quite like this, and steve knows it too. he knows what he's doing with every thrust.

“s’okay honey, i’m right there with you,” steve pants, grappling at your sweat slick waist and burying his face into your neck, mouthing at your ear “c’mon, be a good girl and cum for me.”

you cry out, gasping and digging your nails tightly into his broad shoulders, lightheaded and dizzy with it as he whispers encouragements into your ear — you hurtle towards the edge fast, the deep heat in your lower belly bursting into flames as you release with a sharp scream.

"that's it — oh fuck, you're so tight, mmph," steve grips onto your hip for dear life, shoving you down deep and burying his face tightly into your neck to muffle his cries. you feel every hot spurt of cum paint your insides, every pulse of his cock. it feels like it goes on forever.

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Stepdad!William Afton x Reader - Christmas Present (WARNINGS:SMUT)

Warnings: Creampie, taboo, stepdad x reader, secret s*x, Daddy kink, Christmas Dinner, Secret touching, Fingering, Behind your mom's back, Praise kink, dd/lg, Dark William Afton/William Afton is not a nice man, Mutual agreeance & consensual intercourse.

AN: I don't know what I did, but this just came out. Not beta read but I am going to sleep now and I wanted to share this with you all. For quick links and more, see notes below.

The soft glow of Christmas lights bathed the room in a warm, inviting atmosphere. You sat at the table with your mom, stepdad William, stepsister Vanessa, and her new boyfriend Mike. The scent of roasted turkey and homemade stuffing filled the air, while laughter and cheerful conversation echoed around you.

Vanessa and Mike animatedly chatted about their budding relationship, beaming as they recounted their favorite dates and shared aspirations. Their love was palpable, and they seemed eager to impress your mom and William with their connection. It seemed to work, your mom seemed smitten with Mike and William hadn’t said a nasty thing to him all evening – which you considered a win.

"Hey," Vanessa said, turning her attention to you, "when are you going to get a boyfriend?" Your heart clenched, and words failed to form in your throat. She didn't know what had been going on behind closed doors.

"Yes, good question," William chimed in. “Your mom has been dying to get a grandkid or two,” he said, feigning concern.

You nearly spat your drink out and tried to look away. Especially as beneath the tablecloth, you felt his hand snake onto your upper leg, fingers brushing against your skin. It sent shivers down your spine, the ghost of his touch haunting you.

“Dad!” Vanessa cried out.

“Well, it’s true,” William said matter-of-factly, and you could tell from the corner of your eyes that your mother blushed. “I just want to see all my girls happy and settled. So, when will you bring home a nice boy for me to meet?” His voice dripped with insincerity. Bringing home a date was the last thing he was waiting for. He didn’t want to see you date, or risk losing you to anyone else.

The fingers on your legs dug possessively into your skin, a silent warning that you were already claimed.

His.

"Uh, I'm not sure," you finally managed to say, avoiding eye contact. "I've just been busy with work, you know?"

"Sure, but there's always time for love," Mike added, oblivious to the undercurrents at play. He didn’t know what was going on – none of them did. He couldn’t see how your stepdad’s fingers traced up your Christmas over-the-knee stockings until they met bare skin.

"Maybe one day," you murmured, forcing a smile. As the conversation moved on, William's hand remained on your leg, a sinister reminder of the secrets you shared.

It became hard to focus on dinner like that. With his palm hotly upon your flesh. Memories of your stepdad’s mouth on your skin, his possessive grip on your hips, and his whispered promises to keep your liaisons secret washed over you.

You swallowed hard, trying to focus on the colorful decorations and warm atmosphere as everyone continued eating, trying to ignore the sick knot forming in your stomach.

God, how could you want a man like him so badly? When you knew it was so wrong?

"Delicious turkey, Mom," you said, attempting to regain some semblance of normalcy. Your mother beamed with pride, but all the while, you felt William's hand inching further up your leg, like a spider crawling toward its prey.

"Thank you, sweetheart," she replied, oblivious to the tension that was slowly strangling the air around you.

"Great job with the table setting too," Vanessa chimed in, squeezing Mike's hand as they exchanged loving glances.

Yes, great. Excellent, you sardonically thought as your stepdad’s fingertip brushed past the crotch of your panties. A wet spot formed where his fingers brushed past your nub, the now damp material seemingly spurring him on, for his fingers became more insistent. Even going as far as to hook underneath the elastics of your panties at one point to dip a fingertip between your soaked folds. You flinched, knee banging against the underside of the table, and whispered a flustered apology while William dipped his finger a little deeper inside your cunt – as far as he could go from where he was seated really.

You met his heated blue gaze as you looked to your side, saw the way he watched you intently from behind his aviator glasses. He pumped inside of you a few times, just to the second knuckle, and then his finger slid out again.

The now wet digit remained on your naked thigh for the remainder of the meal, only leaving when William had to pass food around. You watched with fascination as the criminal digit stroked past one of the bowls, how his fingertip glistened with your juices and accidentally tapped against some of the lettuce inside.

Time seemed to slow to a crawl as you picked at your food, each bite feeling heavier than the last. Your core was like a fuzzy ball full of wires that all got tangled. Expecting your stepdad to touch you - and hating the fact that you wished he would.

When dinner finally ended, you excused yourself, claiming exhaustion from work. You escaped to your room, away from your stepsister and her happy relationship, away from your mother and her bright smiles. And most importantly, away from him.

You slipped into bed, pulling the covers up to your chin as if they could protect you from the reality lurking just beyond your bedroom door. Sleep was elusive, your thoughts racing and your heart pounding in your chest.

The creak of the door opening sliced through the darkness like a knife, and your breath caught in your throat as you heard your stepdad’s familiar footsteps approaching. He stood beside your bed, his presence looming over you like a shadowy figure.

"Merry Christmas," he murmured, voice barely above a whisper. "I came to deliver your present."

He wouldn’t even flick on the light, but you could see him illuminated by the glow of the streetlamps through the window. He was already naked, a bow wrapped around the base of his already erect cock. He held it in his right hand, stroking himself and brushing his thumb past the head, the slit already weeping pre-cum that glistened like white pearls in the dark. "I've been waiting for you all through dinner." He stepped closer until you felt the bed dip with his weight, resting a knee next to you on the mattress. You could feel his breath on your skin, hot and tantalizing.

"Are you ready for your present?" he asked, the gravelly tone of his voice making your stomach flutter.

You swallowed hard, unable to speak, but your body betrayed you, nodding in submission. The tension in the room was palpable, both of you knowing what was about to happen. You wore a nightgown with nothing underneath. As always. Easy access for Dad. Like Daddy’s good girl.

His hands found yours, gently guiding them to the ribbon around his shaft. Your fingers trembled, but followed his lead, slipping beneath the fabric to pull it off. Your fingertips gently stroked past his fevered skin, feeling the ridges and the veins and how his member throbbed at the slightest touch.

"Beautiful," he murmured, eyes raking over your flushed form before he pushed you down on the bed again.

He wasted no time, reaching out to touch you, fingers tracing delicate patterns across your sensitive flesh. You gasped, hips arching involuntarily as pleasure bloomed within you. The suddenness of it all was overwhelming, your mind racing with thoughts of guilt and desire. Your nipples peeked underneath your nightgown, his blue eyes drawn toward them. He lifted your gown to reveal your stomach and breasts, wasting no time in tasting your skin with his lips and his tongue.

You writhed underneath him in pleasure while his erection bobbed against your hip. The wish to just put it in there grew stronger and stronger with each flick of the tongue and each nibble of teeth.

Soft whimpers and moans escaped your lips as he kept your arms pinned down, hovering over you like a predator eating its prey. His lips moved lower, just when it became too much, and then his tongue flicked past your stomach to your core.

A yelp escaped you, and wetness gushed forth between your folds, making your core glisten in the light of the lamps from outdoors.

"Quiet,” he whispered, leaning down to press a heated kiss to your inner thigh. "Your mother might be waiting for me in our room right now. You don’t want her to find us like this, do you?"

It took effort to shake your head and mutter a faint no, because he was driving you wild. Your core pulsed with slick, too empty and aching to be filled. You were drowning in sensation, sinking deeper into the abyss of forbidden lust.

"Please," you whimpered, no longer able to distinguish between want and need.

"Shh, you want to be Daddy’s sweet girl, right?" He cooed, pressing his lips to your trembling ones. "I'm going to make you feel so good."

And so he did. His hands roamed, his mouth tasted, and your body responded with an urgency you had never known. The world outside ceased to exist, replaced by the symphony of your ragged breaths and whispered moans.

"William," you gasped, as he finally positioned his hard cock at your entrance. You placed your hands on his broad shoulders, fingers digging into his sweaty skin. “Daddy, please,” you begged him. “I wanna be your good girl. Fill me up, please, Daddy. I wanna be good for you.”

And with a grin that made his teeth glisten in the dark, he entered you, filling you completely. His thick cock spread your pulsing walls wide, pussy fluttering helplessly around his size as he bottomed out. His balls slapped against your skin as he moved out and then in again, nudging his cockhead deep inside your core and making you see stars.

It was such a delight. How you had missed feeling him inside of you like this. To be filled so completely by this man that your mother called her lover.

If only she knew.

William filled you completely, satisfying a primal need you wished you had never known as it became an addiction. It was a sensation that both terrified and exhilarated you.

"Say my name again," he demanded, eyes locked onto yours. "Let me hear it."

"Daddy," you repeated, more firmly this time, feeling a surge of power as he shuddered above you.

The love you made was sweet and tender, yet laced with a darkness that could not be denied. Whispers of ‘my sweet girl’ and ‘Daddy’s good girl’ were accompanied by a pull of your hair or a thrust so rough it made your teeth chatter. Your bodies moved together in perfect harmony, each thrust bringing you closer to the edge of ecstasy. And when you finally tumbled over, it was as if the world had shattered around you, leaving only fragments of pleasure and pain. Your walls fluttered around his cock, forcing him over the brink with you. A loud groan filled your ear and revibrated through your entire body.

As you lay there, panting and spent, your stepdad slowly moved up on his elbows and reached for something on your nightstand. The light blinked on and you had to close your eyes because of the brightness, bringing an arm up to your head.

His warm body withdrew from yours with a slick squelch. And then you felt his strong large hands as he pushed your legs open wide. You slowly recognized he reached for his phone, capturing the aftermath of your union. The sight of white globs of sperm leaking from between your legs seemed to bring him immense satisfaction, and he held the camera up close to capture it. The way your pussy pulsed in the aftermath, the way his seed was slowly pushed out and then sucked back in again by your body - a wicked smile graced his features as he recorded it all.

Then, once he was satisfied, he put the phone aside.

"Best Christmas present ever," he declared, his voice heavy with pride and possession.

You smiled up at him, cheeks flustered and eyes tired. You slowly pulled your nightgown back down, covering the fresh hickeys, love bites and bruises your stepdad just gave you.

“Thank you, Daddy,” you said, heart swelling with satisfaction when William’s blue eyes twinkled at your words.

“Good girl,” he said again.

You watched as he slowly raised himself from the bed and bent forward to seek for the Christmas ribbon. Once he found it, he pumped his cock in his fist a few times until it started to become erect again.

“Help me with this, will you?” he asked, holding out the ribbon for you to take. You sat up on the bed on your knees to help him, feeling how even more of his sperm seemed to leave your soaking-wet core. You bit your lip as you tied the ribbon around the base of his cock once more, creating a lovely bow, then carefully glanced up at him.

William caught your look and groaned. “Oh, honey, don’t look at me with puppy eyes like that. Makes me just want to ravish you again.”

He bent over to capture your lips in his own, cock still in his hand, pumping himself a few more times. When he broke the kiss and leaned back you could see how his cock was now back on the way to be fully erect again, and you bit your lip in desire.

“Much as I want to fill you up a second time, I got to tend to your mom first. Promised her a Christmas present as well.”

He must have seen the way your face fell – no one wanted to be reminded of their lover having sex with someone else, especially when they were family. But you had known something like this would happen. He was your mom’s husband after all. Not yours.

A gentle brush of his thumb past your lip and your gaze softened.

“What will you tell her about the wetness?” you asked, shyly gesturing at his cock which was still coated in your mixed juices.

William’s smile turned into a devious smirk. “I’ll just tell her I lubed up,” and then his hand ruffled through your hair. “Don’t worry, baby. Your still Daddy’s favorite girl.”

He leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. The gesture should have been comforting, but it only served to remind you of the twisted reality you now found yourself in. You watched as your stepdad left the room and then cuddled underneath the blankets again. A smile slid on your lips and you closed your eyes.

Your stepdad knew how to give the best presents for Christmas ever. ~ AN: Merry Whatever you Celebrate.🥳 If you like this kind of filth, I have a lot more of Stepdad!Afton x Reader and more coming up. I also write for other interesting bad men such as slasher characters. If you are feeling generous - as it is the season of giving - you can always leave me a little thank you on my Ko-Fi  (: I'll post some quick links below to other works. My prompt box is still open, but I will be heading into the hospital at the end of December and depending on my treatment, I might have to close it in the near future. But I'll keep you up to date :) Quick links: ~~ Masterlist - Request Box -  Support me on Ko-Fi ~~

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nsfw!!

there are days when Billy just can’t stop thinking about getting his mouth on Steve.

like, he’ll kiss his pretty boy goodbye in the car and leave to go to work at the auto shop and it’s not even fifteen minutes into his work day that he’s thinking about Steve’s huge dick and tight ass.

it’s not really a problem, he gets a little chubbed up in his coveralls but it’s easy to hide, but by the time he’s outside in the afternoon having his third cigarette of the day, his thoughts turn to a craving.

he remembers the weight of Steve’s legs on his shoulders, how he sounds when he cums, all breathy and a little whiny, how his cum tastes when Billy’s swallowing it down.

or, spitting it onto his pretty boy’s pretty hole.

god, he loves pushing Steve’s own cum into him with a thumb or his tongue.

his boss calls him back to change oil on a car and billy has to adjust himself before going back in.

by the time the end of the day rolls around, he’s ready to go, and steps out the front door of the shop to see that familiar car waiting for him.

his boyfriend’s face lights up when Billy opens the passenger door and sits down; it’s so sweet. he has no idea what sort of nasty things Billy’s gonna do to him.

Steve goes on and on about his day, and Billy listens, smiling to himself, until they get home.

and Steve wants to start dinner, something they do together a couple times a week, but Billy’s pulling him into the shower with him to scrub off the dirt and grease from the day instead.

Steve’s protests are weak at best as he’s pulled into the bathroom, telling Billy that he needs to cook, as if Billy doesn’t need him.

he gets his princess to shut up with a kiss as he pulls him into the warm shower, rubbing soapy hands all over each other as Billy sucks Steve’s tongue into his mouth, eating up the moan Steve gives him in return.

he can feel Steve’s dick growing hard and reaches down to feel it, wrapping his fingers around it and swearing into his boyfriend’s mouth, muttering, “You got a big fucking cock, hm?”

and Steve says a soft, sweet, “Yeah,” so breathless into his mouth, rocking his hips forward into that grip.

Billy’s other hand goes around to slide his fingers between Steve’s cheeks, pressing against the puckered skin there and humming, “Got a tight pussy, too, yeah?”

Steve shudders, his jaw dropping as he nods, staring into Billy’s bright blue eyes the entire time.

“Say it,” Billy murmurs, desperate.

“No,” Steve huffs, being a brat.

Billy fixes him with a look, tilting his head a little to the side.

“What’s gotten into you?” Steve murmurs, pressing a cute little kiss to Billy’s mouth as he rocks back against those prodding fingers.

and Billy shrugs, mutters, “Been thinking about this all day.”

“Playing with me in the shower?” Steve quirks a brow.

“Getting my mouth all over you, mostly.”

Steve’s gaze darkens and he’s pulling Billy into another kiss, eager for it now.

he gets his princess all riled up before pushing him away to actually get clean, grinning at the hungry glare Steve gives him as he leans against the cool shower wall, chuckling when his boyfriend tells him to ‘hurry up’.

and Billy’s never been the best at impulse control so he shuts the water off, gives them a couple seconds to towel dry, before he’s taking Steve to their bedroom.

he pushes his pretty boy down onto the bed and grabs his hips, tugs him down a bit just to watch his big cock twitch, and finally gets his mouth on him.

he’s messy with it. he swallows down most of Steve’s cock, bobbing his head and making the grossest slurping sounds because he knows it gets Steve off, pulling his mouth off and wrapping his hand around the base to smack his own cheek with it, staring up at Steve who’s staring right back at him, his lips parted and face flushed, moaning loudly as Billy lowers his mouth to suck at his balls, one by one.

he can feel his face smeared with spit and precum but he doesn’t care, not when he’s pushing Steve’s knees to his chest and having a taste of him there, moaning his approval.

tastes as sweet as he looks.

he doesn’t stop until his jaw aches and his chin is covered, spitting onto that loosened muscle before spearing it with his tongue, biting so hard at the flesh of Steve’s ass that his teeth mark it in bruises. he works his way back up, licking over his taint and balls, his cock, sucking hard at the tip until Steve’s sobbing, begging to cum, shaking apart with it when he does.

Billy talks him through it, hums a soft ‘good boy’ just to see Steve blush, and smiles in both adoration and satisfaction as he watches his boyfriend come down from that high, still settled between his thighs.

his gaze travels down to the sight before him, spit-slicked skin and a twitching hole, and thinks how much prettier Steve would look with cum dripping out of him.

and as expected, Steve agrees.

[matchingbatbites]

press here

I wrote another one. Thought up this idea and couldn't put it down. For @steddiemicrofic March prompt 'pin'.

388 words | Explicit | CW: physical restraint, use of "make me take it" for those who aren't a fan of that

“So what are those about?”

“What’s what about?” Eddie asks in return from where he’s hunched over, digging through his dresser, trying to find a specific shirt that Steve is 80% sure is in the dirty laundry. They’re supposed to be going to see some new movie, but Steve doesn’t mind stalling if it means he gets to see Eddie shirtless a bit longer.

“The handprints. You’ve told me about your other tattoos, but not about those.”

Steve’s noticed them before, of course he has. The two handprints on Eddie’s back are stark against his pale skin, like someone’s dipped their hands in black ink and pressed them to his shoulder blades. 

They’re enticing. Steve has fantasized about lining his own hands up with them, of using them as a guide to hold Eddie against the wall or pin him down to the bed. Thoughts that have only increased as they’ve continued to dance around each other, neither willing to make the first move.

Eddie stands up straight and turns to look at Steve with a sharp grin. “Those? They’re so pretty boys know where to hold me down while they fuck me.”

Jesus Christ.

Every filthy thought Steve’s ever had about those marks flashes through his mind, and he’s paralyzed with desire as Eddie stalks over to where he’s sitting on the bed. The tension that’s been building between them is increasing rapidly, the atmosphere stifling as Eddie reaches down to take one of Steve’s hands in his own.

“Your hands are pretty big, Stevie. Wanna see if they match up to mine?”

They don’t match up, but only because Steve’s hands are bigger than the inked ones.

He eclipses them completely as he pushes down on them, pinning Eddie to the mattress as he fucks into him from behind. It’s better than anything he dreamed of, especially with Eddie’s eager babble and the sinful arch of his back.

“Fuuuck yes, that’s it. Make me take it, Stevie, so fucking good.”

Steve groans at the encouragement and snaps his hips harder, digs his fingers into Eddie’s skin and thinks about leaving bruises, leaving his own mark on the man. He wants Eddie to feel the ache later, a reminder of just how good Steve is at holding him down. 

And hopefully, he’ll want to experience it again.

[infinite-orangepeel]

okay but let’s consider this:

goody two shoes, always plays by the rules, virgin but insatiably horny—eagle scout!steve harrington who winds up on known drug dealer!eddie munson’s front porch bc he’s been tasked with going door to door to fundraise for the scouts.

steve’s wearing the dorkiest khaki shorts, his too-tight vest covered in badges, and a triple buttoned polo. but, to eddie munson, he looks like something to catch, trap, and fucking destroy.

the perfect opportunity to ruin something pretty which just so happens to be his favorite pastime.

“i’ll give the entirety of my last paycheck to the scouts if you let me fuck you over my coffee table until you cry,” he licks over his canine teeth with primal desire after steve’s given his pre-prepped speech.

“no chance, munson! i’m—waiting for marriage and i’m—i’m definitely not gay,” steve adjusts the collar of his suffocating polo, staunchly offended by the offer, “some people have standards, y’know?”

eddie steps closer, invades his space, and lifts his chin with the tip of a finger. steve gulps, tries his hardest not to whimper under eddie’s knife-edge stare. eyes locked on him like a target.

“alright, fine,” his lips ghost over steve’s ear and he chuckles at how red his cheeks are, “i’ll double the donation and we’ll keep you pure as the day you were born. how’s that for a deal, sweetheart?”

two hours later, steve harrington stumbles out of eddie munson’s trailer.

hair a mess, cum staining his underwear, hickeys covering the back of his neck, and a newfound understanding of what it means to be ‘fucked between the thighs.’

the next week, he shows up again, but this time he doesn’t ask for a donation.

he asks eddie to take his virginity.

[strangererotica]

T.L.C.U.B.D.B

aka TALL LEAN CAKED-UP BIG DICK BABYSITTER

This comment* from @hellv1ra was so fucking great, it inspired me…

Thank you for providing this fucking awesome and very accurate description of Steve; I had so much fun making this!!!

* I changed ‘Harrington,’ to ‘Babysitter,’ just because I liked the sound of an added syllable at the end. 💗

[loserboysandlithium]

Cashmere and Cigarettes (SteddiexReader) Part Two:

⚠️explicit sexual content. Minors DNI⚠️

Part One found here

Your eyes widen as you watch their lips meet. You hear a soft moan from Steve as Eddie tilts his head to the side, his tongue begging for access.

Steve parts his lips and their tongues collide feverishly. All of Steve’s hesitation seems to fly out the window as his hand moves to the back of Eddie’s head, his fingers threading in his dark curls.

You can see Eddie smile against Steve’s lips before he pulls away breathless.

“I take it you didn’t hate it?” Eddie smirks at Steve who shoves him away, rolling his eyes.

Steve turns back to you, his eyes gleaming, his cheeks extra rosy. He leans in close, his lips meeting your ear. “I- I liked it.” he whispers, making you giggle. You lean back, gripping the sides of his face as you pull him in for a kiss. You can taste the familiar peppermint from Steve now mixed with Eddie’s new flavor of tobacco.

You suck on his tongue, savoring the taste of both of them. Suddenly you feel him again. Eddie. His rings are on the back of your neck, pressing you closer to Steve. Then you feel Eddie’s lips on your cheek, slowly trailing across your jaw and to your neck.

You moan into Steve’s mouth as Eddie sinks his teeth into your soft skin, harder than you’re used to. You pull away from Steve with a gasp.

“You okay, baby?” Eddie mumbles, still hiding in the crook of your neck.

“Yes.” you answer rapidly, making him chuckle.

“Why don’t you lay down here?” he kisses your neck one more time before pulling away. You nod and scoot back toward the middle of Steve’s bed.

“I want you to fuck her, Steve.” Eddie turns toward Steve as he stands up from the edge of the bed. Steve nods softly, his eyes going back and forth between you and Eddie.

Eddie reaches out, his fingers landing on the hem of Steve’s sweater, pulling it over his head before going to work on his jeans. You watch as Eddie hooks his fingers in Steve’s belt loops, yanking his pants to the floor.

Eddie’s eyes fall lower, seeing Steve’s cock pressing hard against his tight Calvin Klein boxer briefs, his tip poking out the top.

“Damn, Harrington.” he smirks, making Steve blush once again as he comes to join you on the bed. Steve crawls on top of you as Eddie takes a seat in Steve’s desk chair, leaning back casually, legs spread slightly. You glance over at him wanting to ask why he wasn’t joining but you didn’t want to seem too needy.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’m gonna play too. Just wanna watch for a minute.” he answers your unspoken question. “That okay?”

“Yes.” you answer timidly, feeling a familiar throbbing between your thighs. The thought of someone watching you and Steve turning you on in a way you’ve never felt before. You grab Steve by the neck, smashing your lips to his. You reach down, running your hand along his hard cock, earning a moan from him.

“Need you, Steve. I’m so wet, baby.” you whisper, guiding his hand between your thighs.

“Holy shit..” he groans, feeling your soaked panties. He wastes no time stripping you of your clothes, tossing them to the floor as he kisses you hungrily. You feel his thick head gliding up and down your folds. You lift your hips into him, aching for more. For all of him.

“So wet.. you’re so fucking wet.” Steve breathes, swirling his head through your slick.

“Fuck her, Steve.” Eddie’s voice comes from the side, making both of your heads turn. You can see the bulge in his jeans making you even wetter.

“Touch yourself.” You blurt out hastily, making Eddie smile. “I mean.. are you gonna touch yourself?” you try again.

Your eyes remain glued to him as he reaches down for his belt buckle, slowly pulling it through the loops. His ringed fingers then move to the button on his black denim jeans.

He pulls them down to his knees, freeing his cock. Fuck, he’s huge. Slightly longer than Steve but not quite as thick. His brown eyes bore into yours as he wraps his fist around his cock, beginning to pump up and down, the image making you inhale sharply.

You cry out as Steve thrusts into you unexpectedly, giving you every inch of him. Your attention shifts back to him, meeting his lips as soon as your head turns his way. He rolls his hips, sliding easily in and out of your soaked pussy, pulling moan after moan from your lips.

“Ever choked her before, Stevie?” Eddie asks, his voice closer than before.

“Uh- no… I don’t wanna hurt her.” Steve mumbles softly, slowing down his thrusts.

“What if she likes to be hurt.. do you like it, sweetheart?” Eddie burns, kneeling on the bed next to the two of you.

You swallow hard, meeting Eddie’s dark eyes. “I- I don’t know.” you admit quietly, looking between the two of them. Eddie’s fingers trail up your arm lightly, dancing across your shoulder, landing finally on your throat.

Steve starts to move again just as Eddie adds a little pressure to your throat, a small moan escaping immediately. Eddie smiles wickedly, gripping even tighter making you moan even louder.

Steve watches with lustful eyes, keeping a nice pace, entering you deep every time.

“Wanna try, Stevie?” Eddie encourages, removing his hand from your neck.

Steve takes Eddie’s place, his fingers tentatively wrapping around your throat.

“Oh fuck.” you let out a needy moan, feeling Steve’s soft hands on your skin. Something about your usually sweet boyfriend choking you made your mind completely fuzzy, your body craving more from him.

“You like that?” Eddie asks, watching from his place beside you.

“Yes.. mhmm..” you whimper.

“What about you, Steve?” Eddie turns his attention to him.

“Y-Yeah.. can I do it harder?” he asks breathlessly.

“Please.” you beg, feeling his fingers tighten even more.

“There you go, Steve. She loves that.. look at her.” Eddie praises, observing every noise coming from you.

“Yeah you do, angel. Look how wet you are.” Steve chuckles deeply, his speed increasing, making you cling to him fiercely. Eddie moves to kiss your lips and you greet him happily as Steve drives into you below.

“Shit..” you laugh breathlessly as Eddie’s lips move lower, his mouth landing on your breast. You couldn’t believe any of this was happening. All of it feeling like some wild dream.

You bring your hand to Eddie’s head, holding him close as he swirls his tongue around your hardened nipple. His brown eyes lock onto you just as he bites down making your mouth drop open.

He smirks, seeing your reaction, taking the soft bud in between his teeth, rolling and nipping.

Your eyes widen as Eddie moves even lower, wet kisses across your skin, continuing his trail down your body. Steve slows his thrusts, watching with the same curiosity as you.

Eddie reaches your warmth, using two fingers to spread your lips. He glides his tongue into your slit, flicking rapidly across the sensitive bud as Steve begins to roll his hips again.

“Fuck..” you moan breathlessly as Eddie’s lips lock down on your clit, tugging gently as Steve rocks into you.

You struggle to remain still, the feeling of both of them almost too much. But you didn’t want to move. You didn’t want it to end. Eddie lifts his head slightly, lips still brushing across your dripping slit.

“Let’s make her cum, Steve. I wanna taste her. All of her.” he mumbles, his voice sending vibrations across your pussy. He kisses your clit one time before pulling away, making you whimper pathetically.

“We’re gonna take care of you, sweetheart. Don’t worry.” He hums as his lips are replaced with two of his fingers. He begins to swipe across your clit rapidly just as Steve picks up speed, fucking you harder.

Your back arches and Steve hooks your leg around his hip, driving even deeper as Eddie’s fingers continue torturing your sensitive nub.

“Too much..” you whimper. This is normally where Steve would stop, but Eddie doesn’t, his fingers keep their rhythm, sweeping across your throbbing clit.

“Hmm.. you can take it, sweetheart.” Eddie hums, watching your face carefully.

“I feel- I feel like..” your mind is a jumbled mess as you feel a familiar yet different sensation building fast. Steve rolls his hips perfectly, his cock ramming into your soft spot as Eddie speeds up his fingers even more.

“Let go, baby. Let it all go.” Eddie instructs in a low tone.

“Ho-Holy fuck!” you squeal, hands grasping at the sheets as stars cloud your vision.

“Fuck, baby. Oh my god.” Steve moans, watching in awe as you squirt all over his cock.

“Good fucking girl… I knew you had it in you.” Eddie mumbles lustfully, fingers still playing with your pussy as you soak the sheets beneath you.

Steve doesn’t stop, face full of surprise and pleasure as your body trembles wildly beneath him.

“I didn’t know you could do that.” Steve breathes.

“Keep going, Steve.” Eddie burns as you shake your head rapidly.

“I- I can’t.” you gasp, tears filling your eyes from the pleasure.

Steve’s eyes darken slightly as he leans over you. “You can take it, angel.” he repeats his own version of Eddie's words with a confidence you’ve never seen before, making your eyes roll into your head.

“Harder, Steve!” you surprise yourself with your cry for more, your body already feeling like jello.

“She’s a filthy little thing, Stevie. Look at the mess she’s making.” Eddie chuckles as Steve pounds into you relentlessly.

“So filthy.. s-so fucking hot..” Steve mumbles in between his moans as he plunges into your drenched pussy.

“Slow down, Steve.” Eddie orders and Steve leans back, taking his time with each thrust, watching as he enters you.

Eddie’s tongue meets your stomach, dipping lower, finding your warmth again. His lips glide across Steve’s dick as Steve continues to fuck you slowly. Eddie catches your cum on his tongue as he flattens it against Steve’s length.

“Shit..” Steve breathes. Eddie keeps his tongue in place causing it to glide across the top of Steve’s cock with every stroke.

“I- Eddie..” Steve releases his name with a moan making Eddie smirk as he removes his tongue. Steve pulls out, his cock slick with your cum and you both watch in awe as Eddie takes Steve in his hand.

“O-oh my god…” Steve chokes out, watching carefully as Eddie takes his tip in his mouth.

“Shit… holy shit.” Steve pants, tentatively bringing his hand to Eddie’s brown curls.

Your eyes flick back and forth between Steve’s face and Eddie’s. Steve is struggling to keep his eyes open as Eddie’s lips bob up and down on your boyfriend's cock.

Jesus Christ.

Eddie pulls off slowly cleaning Steve’s dick of your cum eliciting the smallest whimper from Steve.

“Lay down, Steve.” Eddie whispers and Steve nods quickly, laying back on the bed. Eddie turns to look at you, giving you a little ‘come here’ motion.

You come to kneel next to him and he grips your chin, pulling your face close to his. His lips brush yours as he speaks. “That pussy tastes good, sweetheart. I’m gonna make you cum all over my tongue...” He trails off, his voice low and husky.

Fuck.

Eddie presses his lips to yours and you moan timidly and you can feel him smile against your lips.

“But first…You're gonna help me.” Eddie asks, nodding toward Steve’s hard cock.

“Yes sir.”

Part three 🖤

Tag list: @gracieluvthemoon @paleidiot @munsonsblunt

[luvrxbunny]

imagine a dom who just always needs to cum. he’s constantly coming to you, chest all puffed out, prideful cus ofc you want it. but every time he gets in you he’s moaning like a bitch

cus in truth it takes a lot of courage for him to come to you so chances are, he’s been waiting for hours, working up the courage to ask you for help emptying his balls.

[becca-e-barnes]

hi becca I just bought my first dildo and am waiting for delivery. Any thoughts on mutual masturbation with end game Steve?

No because I honestly think the idea of mutual masturbation is so hot, that could be so much fun!!

And I've always thought it would be really hot to add the condition that you can't touch each other. You can touch yourself and watch the other person but you're not allowed to touch them or give any suggestions.

There's just something about the thought of Steve losing himself in the pleasure, stroking his own cock to the sight of you playing with your toy. He's groaning pathetically, his fist tight around his shaft, letting the precum coat his fingers as he edges himself.

You're not at all shy about your pleasure either. You slide your toy into your needy hole, enjoying the feeling of it inside you, knowing he's watching you. Your desperation only fuels his.

"You're so wet." Steve's observation makes you groan because you don't need to see how wet you are. You can hear it. You can hear the slick sounds of the toy plunging into your welcoming cunt and it's almost too much for you. It feels so filthy to be so openly pleasuring yourself, knowing you have an audience but there's no reason to stop.

"I'm so close." Steve pants, throwing his head back, forcing himself to stop looking between your spread legs. You're slick and warm and so fucking delicious, even just the thought makes his mouth water. He wants a taste of you. Or better still, he wants to sink his cock into you and lose himself entirely. He wants to but he can't. He's not allowed. That's against the rules that he set when his head was a whole lot less clouded by lust.

"You're so pretty like this, Stevie. Look at you. Trying so hard not to cum all over yourself." As you're speaking, he slips just a little bit more, his fist tightening around his cock, giving long, deliberate tugs.

"You'll make such a mess and the best part is, you can't cum inside me. You're still not allowed to touch me." Damn his own rules. This isn't fun anymore. Or at least, it's not as much fun as it could be.

"You're just going to have to keep playing with yourself, aren't you? You can keep watching this toy slip into me and just wish you were balls deep inside me instead."

"Oh God." Steve whines, knowing he can't hold his orgasm back any longer. He can't stop himself if he tried, listening to the slick mess between your legs and the taunting he's receiving from you.

His orgasm is all consuming for a few seconds, thick streams of hot cum pumping into the space between your bodies. His hand doesn't stop, working every drop of release from him, ensuring he's given everything he can for now.

When the ecstasy wears off, reality catches up with him. You look so smug and he notices that he's splashed his cum all over your body. Some reached up to your chest but most is now dripping down between your legs, onto the toy that you're plunging into yourself.

"I think that counts as breaking your own rules, Stevie. You touched me. Technically. And I think there should be a forfeit."

[alien-magnolia]

Eddie Munson's Little Housewife: Part 2: Cottage Life

Fic description: You and Eddie take a little getaway to a cozy place in the woods, where you can be his sweet little housewife. Daddy dom!Eddie + subby fem!reader

Warnings: D/s dynamics, service! Kink, collaring, breeding kink, daddy kink, praise/degradation kink, size kink, casual dominance, drug use

18+ Minors DNI. Don't like, don't read. 180 follower celebration!! Happy holidays :) enjoy, pls reblog ✨🖤

You couldn’t stop thinking about your night with Eds, where you got to be his sweet and cute little housewife. The dress, the outfit, everything, just felt right!! It made you just weak in the knees thinking about how he rocked you on his thick cock for a few hours, ruining your pretty little dress.

You wanted to do it again. You told him, and he was over the moon. “Who am I to say no to my pretty little princess? Of course, honey. We can do it the whole day too, if ya want.” You told him you’d love nothing more!! The two of you agreed on what the scene was to be like, and that it would be nice to do it for the whole day. Turns out Eddie’s Uncle Wayne had another, more secluded, trailer back in the woods a few miles upstate. Eds’ said it would be perfect, that nobody could find you there! (And that nobody could hear you as well)

He opened the door, and told you to stay inside while he brought in all the groceries. “I can bring the groceries in too, Eds. You sure that I can’t help you??,” you ask. “No, no, princess. I can’t have my sweet little housewife straining, can I? Let your big strong daddy do it,” he chides at you, while he goes to bring in the groceries and clothes the two of you packed for the weekend. You squirmed a bit. You loved it when he talked down to you like this, it made you feel all nice and warm and subby!! 

After he has brought in all the things, he sat down on the couch, manspread of course. You go to sit down next to him, and all of a sudden he manhandles you into his lap. “How about we start our little scene, sweetie? It won’t be sexual just yet, we have the whole day to do that. What do you say, hmm?,” he asks, while trailing a few kisses on your cheek and down to your neck. “Ok, Eds. Need to get changed first,” you murmur.

After he has brought in all the things, he sat down on the couch, manspread of course. You go to sit down next to him, and all of a sudden he manhandles you into his lap. “How about we start our little scene, sweetie? It won’t be sexual just yet, we have the whole day to do that. What do you say, hmm?,” he asks, while trailing a few kisses on your cheek and down to your neck. “Ok, Eds. Need to get changed first,” you murmur.

One thing about Eddie is that you loved how easy it was to fall into a subby trance with him around. All he had to do was talk down to you, or make his voice a little deeper, or use his title! And here you were, already starting to drop in so easily. 

“Stand up, sweetie.” You do as said. He goes to pull out your outfit for the day: a pink dress with polka dots, some pure white kitten heels, and to top it all off, some white Pearl earrings and a golden cross necklace, topped with your little pink heart collar. He also gave you your makeup pouch. He picked it out for you of course, and you didn’t mind at all. “Go to the bedroom and get all dolled up for me, hun. I’ll be waiting right here on the couch.” You nod and start to walk to the back of the trailer. He grabs your arm. “Forgetting something, are we, princess?,” he asks, his deep brown eyes looking into yours expectantly. “Yes, daddy,” you murmur.  He looks down at you with satisfaction, and gives your ass a little smack before he sends you on your way. 

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It takes you a while to get all dolled up but you enjoyed every minute of it. You feel so pretty and you know your Eds will love it. You come out of the room, your little heels click-clacking across the hardwood floors. He looks up at you with a predatory smile. You’re a little lamb in a cute shirt dress, and he’s that big bad wolf waiting to ruin you. 

“My sweet little housewife. All prettied up, just f’ me. Come here doll, twirl around for me,” he says, as he takes your hand and twirls you around a bit so he can see you from all angles. “So beautiful,” he murmurs, and gives you a sweet kiss on your lips.

“Are you going to be a good girl and listen to everything daddy says?,” he chides. You nod, mind all hazy, eyes all doe-like. “Good,” he continues. “Now here’s the deal, sweets. I have a basket of laundry waiting for you. You’re going to do laundry, make that bed all nice and neat, and make me dinner. I’m getting a little hungry. Oh and, you’ll clean that little bathroom too — I got you some cleaning supplies. I’m going to check if it’s done properly, and if it isn’t, then you will get punished.”

“Okay, daddy. Wanna be good for you,” you tell him, hazy and shy with subspace. He pats your head and gives you a forehead kiss. Sometimes just his dominance itself made you feel all subby and even little — so eager to please Daddy, because he’s your world. And he was!! 

You set off to do your chores as he turned on some horror movie on the tiny tv in the main room of the trailer. You scurried away from there because you did NOT like horror movies. Sometimes you’d watch them with him and you’d hide in his chest whenever a scary part came on. You knew he could be a bit of a sadist, so he liked it when you got scared for him. 

You take the basket, it’s all full of his clean clothes, but there’s a lot to fold. You stand in the bedroom and begin folding — making sure it’s nice and neat, just how your Eds liked it. You falter a bit when you run across some of his boxers, but you get back on track when you think of what’s to come. You made yourself a little list too, just to keep track! You checked off laundry, and then grabbed some sheets from a drawer to change the bed.

Next — was cooking dinner. All the laundry work took you about an hour, and you decided to doll yourself up for him again, brushing your hair all nice and neat into a cute little ponytail! You spritz on some sickly sweet perfume and reapplied your makeup too.  You make your way down the hall again, and out to the living room. You try not to look at the tv because it is just still too scary!! You see him sitting, engrossed at the movie, but you do notice that his shirt is off. Suddenly he turns to look at you. His gaze is neutral. 

“Sweetheart. Why don’t you bring me that bag of weed and my ‘lunch box’ over there, hmm?,” he calmly orders you. You do as said, slowly walking over to him. “Good. A glass of water too, sweetie.” You nod and quickly scurry over to the kitchen, pouring him some water with ice. You bring it back as carefully as you could. “What a good girl, listening to daddy,” he coos at you, brushing some of your hair back. “You’ll do anything just f’me, huh, baby? I’ll be waiting here for my dinner. You have half an hour, hun.”

With that you scurry off again to the kitchen, to make him a nice sandwich. You set the sandwich onto the plate, and make your way to the living room. The movie is over, and you feel the smell of weed in the room. He smoked, of course. Sometimes he’d include you, but not tonight. You were there simply for his pleasure. To use, to serve. 

You set the plate in front of him. He smiles, that same wolffish, predatory smile that makes you melt under him. “Thank you, princess. Gonna eat this now. You just kneel right next to me and be good.” 

“Yes, daddy,” you murmur, as you drop down to the pillowy carpet. You fold your legs behind you, and rest your chin on his thigh, holding his leg with your arms, looking up at him. He looks down at you, so patronizing, so caring, so hungry. You were so so wet already, and you see his hard on peeking through. He pats your head some more, and you sit by his feet for another half hour before he finishes eating, drinking, and smoking too. He brings the blunt closer to you. “Does my little girl want a few hits?,” he asks. You nod, silently. “And she has such good manners too, so well trained. Suck it in, sweetie,” he says, as he brings the blunt to your lips. 

Weed always helped you get into subspace some more!! “Feeling a little fuzzy, sweetie,?” his voice brings you back from your thoughts. Every little touch was more intense now, and so was your hunger for him. You wanted to suck his cock so so badly!! Luckily for you, he wanted it too. 

You watch with wide eyes as he starts to undo his belt and jeans. You see that he’s rock hard now, and he grabs your wrist to pull you more in front of him, where you are now kneeling right in front of his weeping cock. You start to pull off his boxers, and his cock springs out in front of you, the tip looking very angry and red. You look up at him for permission. “Go ‘head, honey. Take daddy’s cock down that sweet little throat of yours,” he says, as his big calloused hand brushes your throat lightly. And you do. It’s so good, that you just start drooling, and some of it spills onto the floor. Your mouth just felt so full and warm with his cock in there!! You could see he was struggling to not buck into your mouth. “Just like that, sweetheart. Keep drooling over my cock, so good f’me,” you hear him rasp out above you, his voice starting to get a little uneven by how nicely you’ve been sucking him off.

You feel his hand reach down and tug on your little pink collar, with a heart in the center. You loved it when he pulled or even led you by it, it was just so so demeaning but also honoring, you knew you were his, and you loved every minute of it. He pulled you harshly closer to him by the metal ring of your collar. His other hand is on your head, slowly but surely pushing you down to take more of his cock. You keep gagging periodically , but you wanted to be so good for your sweet daddy, so you kept at it. Suddenly he pushes you away. 

“You forgot to clean the floor in the bathroom. That’s 15 spanks, sweetie. Over my knee,” he commands you. You quickly scramble up over his knee, you feel his calloused hands brush over your pink lace thong, pulling and tugging at it, just a little.

All of a sudden you feel the first hard spank come down on you. Your backside was burning, he was using all his strength. “Count f‘’me, honey.” 

“O-one. Thank you, daddy. Two. Thank you, daddy. Three, thank you daddy. Four, thank you daddy.” You kept continuing, your legs twitching from the searing pain on your backside. But then you remembered what Eddie would always tell you, that you were almost done, and that you were made to take his pain. That made you feel better, because it was all worth it to please him, and that’s what you were there to do. To please him, to be used.

“All done, princess,” he said, so soothingly as he wiped away your tears. You had trouble getting up off his lap, but you knew that now he’d take care of you.  He gently lifted you, careful not to touch your backside, and laid you down on the couch, face down. You felt his fingers trail down to your clit, his big calloused hands playing with your puffy little clit, teasing you. “Gonna get you ready for my cock, sweetie. Gonna give it to you, nice and deep. Housewives always obey their husbands. They listen. And you did so good today, baby,” he coos at you as you feel his soft but  warm mushroom tip slide into you. 

It was heaven. You were so full, so stuffed with his cock. It was so hard, inside you like a searing rock, but you loved when that soft tip itched closer towards your cervix. You felt him grip your hips harder as you started to twitch from all the pleasure. You loved when he took you like this, it was such a vulnerable position, but since it was for Eddie, you loved it. You were so pliant under him, and he loved the control. He started to rut into you faster, without even asking. It was his choice, and you were loving it. 

“Fuck, just sucking me in so much, sweetheart. You were just made for my cock, weren’t you? Made for me to breed you like this?,” he grunts out, his voice and his words driving you closer to the edge. You feel him inside you, his white and hot cum filling your insides. He grunts like some kind of beast, and you were his cute little prey for the taking. You cum a few seconds later, squeezing and milking his cock for all he’s got.

He pulls out of you, and manhandles you gently so you’re laying on him now, with your legs to the side and head on his chest. “Sleep, hun. Did so well for me today. You just rest, and I’ll get you all cleaned. He reached over to the night table, bringing some painkillers to you alongside a glass of water. He tilts the water towards you. “Drink, honey.” You do as said as he also feeds you the painkillers. After, he rolled you onto your side and bandaged up your backside, along with some aloe Vera to soothe it. “Than’ you, Eds. Love you…” you trail off, still a little hazy and coming out of your subby trance! All you had to do now was lay there and let him baby you for the rest of the night. 

You started making a subby attempt to reach towards him. He smiles, and brings you some clean clothes, alongside your favorite pink stuffie bunny. “I’ll take care of you now, sweet girl. Brought your favorite stuffie for you, and some food if you need,” he gently says as he rubs your back a bit. You smile back at him and his face lights up. You cuddle the bunny as he gets in bed with you and pulls over the covers. A successful day for Eddie and his sweet little housewife. 

[shares-a-vest]

Eddie gives Steve the most obscene Valentine's Day cards. Nothing homemade, just an unassuming store-bought card that's all pink with a cheesy, 'I choo-choo choose you'-type train pun or whatever. But in it contains absolute filth written in Eddie's cramped handwriting.

What he likes doing to Steve. What he wants to whisper in Steve's ear while he does said things. What he likes Steve doing to him. Vivid descriptions of his body. Vivid descriptions of everything, really. What he's going to do to Steve before the day is out...

The first time Steve receives such a card is their first Valentine's together in 1987. He's at work, drudging through a day shift with Robin when he feels something crinkle in his back pocket as he slumps onto the wheely chair behind the counter. He furrows his brow and shuffles around to retrieve it, smirking when he sees Eddie's handwriting on the envelope.

'Steve' with a little heart next to his name.

"What is that?" Robin asks, looking up from the magazine she is sharing with Nancy, who's decided to pop in and out throughout the day as part of their romantic plans.

If you can call hanging out in a dead Family Video and stacking returns 'romantic'.

"Looks to be a card from my secret admirer," Steve replies with a shit-eating grin, as he waves around the envelope.

He pointedly chooses not to acknowledge Robin's eye roll.

He ungracefully tears the envelope as he opens it and giggles at the greeting card. It features two cartoon pears on the front, hugging and smiling against a pink background with the words, 'Quite the pearing' floating above them.

It's so goddamn silly. But he loves it.

Steve opens the card and is bombarded with Eddie's writing, scrawled all over the inside. The black pen and uneven handwriting look positively chaotic against the pink background as it slopes and narrowly misses the inside 'Happy Valentine's Day' message.

He gasps and drops the card, bringing a hand to his mouth after catching the word, "suck".

His idiot boyfriend has given him a dirty Valentine's card.

Nancy snorts a laugh and turns a page of her magazine, ignoring him while Robin makes a face.

"What does it say?" she asks, beaming as she hops off the counter, grateful for a distraction.

She reaches down and scoops up the card before Steve can reboot and take any action to stop her.

She stands, opening the card.

And poor, sweet Robin reads a line about Steve's ahem... appendage, before she can stop herself.

"OH MY GOD!" she shrieks, throwing the card immediately as she screws her eyes shut and shakes her head, her hair flying and frizzing as she waves her arms across her face. "Nope! No, no, no!"

Steve watches, frozen on the spot as the card falls to the ground, again. This time open.

Nancy leans over the countertop and squints.

"Oh," she says low, blushing as she makes out a sentence describing Steve and Eddie's bedroom activities.

Steve finally manages to do something. Which is to dive to the floor and scramble on his hands and knees for the card and its envelope. He jumps to his feet, holding Eddie's card to his chest, fearing the entire universe has now read it.

"I'm going to the back room," he splutters. "I should... Probably read it properly."

"EW!" Robin screams as he rushes to the storeroom door and slams it shut as Nancy rounds the counter.

"Do you think I can call Keith and say I have to go home to gauge my eyeballs out," Robin asks, talking a mile a minute as she reaches for Nancy's embrace.

"Robbie, calm down," she chuckles, hugging her tight. "It was... A lot. But we'll be fine. The most important thing is Eddie really likes Steve."

"I'm going to say he likes him too much!" Robin laments with an overly dramatic dry sob.

Nancy stifles a hearty laugh as she rubs Robin's back and thinks about what she should write on her own card to her girlfriend in readiness for their dinner date.

Although, she'll clean it up significantly. Maybe.

Later, Steve practically kicks the trailer door down, flustered.

"Oh, goody. You found my card," Eddie grins, hopping up from the couch with an unfairly chipper pep in his step considering the chaos he has caused.

"Yeah," Steve mumbles, nodding matter-of-factly.

Eddie steps forward, his wicked dimples on full display as he snakes an arm around Steve and shoves a hand in his back pocket.

He leans in to whisper in his ear.

"Slipped it in your back pocket before you went to work, sweetheart."

"Fuck," Steve huffs, running a hand through his hair.

Ronance continuation HERE

[yournowheregirl]

for this month’s @steddiemicrofic challenge

prompt: ‘cake’ | wc: 311 | rating: T | cw: hurt/no comfort 😈

They’ve had plenty of arguments before, but this one really takes the cake.

In comparison to this, all the other arguments were just squabbles. This time there’s yelling and huffing and words that he doesn’t really mean, but he’s saying them anyway because he’s just so fed up.

Not that he can even remembers what this fight was about in the first place. Neither of them really knows or cares at this point. They’re too busy furiously pointing out each other’s flaws like it’s a competition they’re both determined to win.

It’s not until Steve stomps out of their bedroom and the space is completely silent, that Eddie realizes what just happened. The words are suddenly registering in his brain and ringing in his ears, mocking him.

“I’m done. I can’t do this anymore.”

He hears a door slamming and his feet start to move on instinct, his brain now drowning in thoughts of fear. It’s true, he just said the most unspeakable things just now, but he can’t lose Steve. Not after all they’ve been through.

As fast as his feet can take him, Eddie runs out the door and hopes that he can catch Steve before he gets out of the driveway. He doesn’t even bother to put on shoes as he sprints down the stairs, already trying to think of what to say and how to fix this.

But it’s no use. Eddie arrives at the empty parking lot with his heart racing. He can’t even spot the Beemer in the distance anymore.

Steve really must’ve been in a hurry to get away from him.

He tries calling Robin, knowing for certain that’s where Steve went, but to no avail. After his fourth attempt, he grabs a bottle of whiskey, the bottle they saved for a special occasion, and picks up the telephone again.

“Wayne? I fucked up.”

[matchingbatbites]

and devour what's truly yours

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This is a belated birthday gift for dearest @strangersatellites! You were my first friend in this fandom and you mean a lot to me. Thank you for being crazy with me, for helping me talk through things, and being a constant source of enablement over the last year-ish. <3

CW: Mean Dom Eddie, Brat sub Steve, boot kink, spit kink, hand and finger kink, and Daddy as a title.

Steve has been having such a good day.

He'd had two tests earlier that he's sure he'll pass, work had actually been bearable because he'd had the slow shift with Robin, and the evening has been fairly peaceful so far, creating the perfect environment for Steve to get ahead on the required reading for his early education degree. 

Steve’s heard Eddie moving about the apartment, worrying with his own projects for a while before making them an easy dinner that he deposits into Steve’s lap, along with a kiss to the top of his head. It’s so nice, and all told, Steve gets in a couple good hours of studying before he’s distracted by a hand sliding into his hair.

The action is surprising but not unwelcome, especially when it tightens and tugs, pulling Steve’s head back. He barely gets a glimpse at his boyfriend’s face before Eddie’s mouth is on his, lips meeting in a searing kiss.

Steve melts under it as he kisses back; he always loves when Eddie gets into a mood like this, loves how demanding and rough he is.

Teeth sink into his lower lip and Steve groans, opens his mouth so Eddie's tongue can push inside. It's possessive. It leaves him aching with how thoroughly Eddie claims his mouth, how he explores every nook and cranny like he doesn’t already know each one by heart.

Like he doesn't know that Steve is slowly shaking apart at the soft, wet sounds of their kiss, at the metal piercing that rubs against Steve's tongue before clicking against the back of his teeth.

Eddie breaks the kiss, pulling back with a firm “Open,” and Steve doesn’t hesitate, just drops his jaw and sticks his tongue out. He knows what’s coming next and his dick twitches in his pants in anticipation, waiting patiently as Eddie gathers the spit in his mouth before releasing it, letting it drop into Steve’s eager mouth. 

Steve shudders and swallows, and is rewarded with Eddie's hand dropping to palm at his dick, groping it through the fabric of his sweatpants. The expert touch sends him flying past interested and right to hard and needy, and he keens at just how fucking good it feels. Eddie just grins and leans in to nip at Steve’s lip.

“Does that feel good, Stevie?”

Steve nods. “So good, daddy. Love your hands.”

“Yeah, baby? You like when daddy plays with you?”

Another nod, followed by a whiny “Yeah.”

Eddie mutters a soft “Yeah, that's my good boy,” against Steve’s mouth before he pulls away completely, releasing his grip on Steve's hair and his dick and just. Walking away. Steve blinks at the sudden shift, the abrupt loss of heat and touch, and it takes him a moment to register that Eddie is leaving.

“Where are you going?” 

“I've got some stuff to work on, I'll just be in the office,” Eddie replies without even looking at him, and Steve can’t help the affronted sound that escapes him.

“Are you just gonna leave me like this?!”

At that, his boyfriend pauses and glances back at him with a sly grin. “Yep.”

Steve is appalled by the smug indifference; he thought Eddie was going to fuck him, not work him up and leave him stranded. “But-”

“I'll be in the office,” Eddie repeats, and raps his knuckles on the door frame as he passes through it. “Don't touch yourself!’

Steve isn’t ashamed to admit that he pouts. He settles back into the couch and looks down at his abandoned dick, still straining against the confines of his sweatpants, and he pouts. He looks at his text book still sitting nearby and thinks about pulling it closer, about just ignoring his situation and going back to reading.

If only he could stop thinking about the feeling of Eddie’s tongue in his mouth, Eddie’s hand on his dick, and- Well, that's a thought. It's not touching himself if something else touches him, right?

Steve rises from the couch and makes his way down the hall, following the sounds of typing to their office. He pauses in the doorway to watch as Eddie sits at his desk, fingers moving over the keys expertly as he types out something, before going over. He stops next to Eddie's chair and waits a moment to see if he's going to get any kind of acknowledgement from his boyfriend, and when Eddie doesn't even spare him a single glance, he rapidly comes to terms with the fact that he isn't.

Time for Plan B.

Steve huffs as he bullies himself between Eddie and the desk, not even caring that he’s interrupting Eddie’s typing. The man just watches as Steve settles himself right on his lap, legs straddling Eddie's thighs and arms wrapping around his neck. He rolls his hips forward to grind against the soft plane of his boyfriend’s stomach, and sighs at the instant relief it gives his aching dick.

“And just what do you think you're doing, baby?” Eddie asks, voice light like Steve is amusing him.

“Said I couldn't touch myself. Didn't say I couldn't come.”

He's acting like a cheeky little shit and they both know it. Steve knows better than to twist Eddie's words around like this. Last time he did Eddie didn't fuck him for a week, just edged him over and over until he was sobbing out apologies and begging be filled. You think that Steve would have learned his lesson after that, but his common sense always seems to take a back seat when he gets worked up like this.

Eddie hums and tangles his fingers into Steve's hair, the touch gentle until it's not, until he's wrenching Steve's head back and back. Until Steve is falling off Eddie's lap and landing on the floor, the carpet barely protecting his ass from the impact.

“Well, I have work to finish, and I can't do it with a whiny brat in my way. If you wanna come so bad, you'll have to find something else to rub your dick on.”

Steve’s breath hitches slightly and he thinks he might just cry at the easy dismissal. He knows it’s just part of the game, part of the roles they’ve agreed to play, but being ignored is still something Steve struggles to handle in any setting. Eddie reads him like a fucking book, as the hand in his hair loosens slightly and Eddie moves Steve so he can look him in the eye. 

“What's your color, baby?” he asks, voice gentle and reassuring, and Steve knows that he has no reason to not trust that Eddie will take care of him. Steve mutters a soft but sure “Green, daddy,” and Eddie nods before releasing him.

Something moves and Steve glances down, under the desk and- fuck. Eddie's wearing his favorite boots, the shiny ones that Steve bought him, that he saves for special occasions and play time, and Steve realizes all at once that- 

Eddie planned this.

He wanted Steve worked up into a frenzy until he was eager to rub his dick on the boots instead of being ordered to. He strung Steve along in this mean little game instead of just telling him what he wanted, and the thought of Eddie planning through this whole scenario like it's one of his D&D sessions makes Steve feel like he’s fucking kindling, every nerve alight under his skin.

Steve glances up to meet Eddie's eyes, and the older man just stares him down, waiting for him to make a decision. His shame evaporates under the heat of Eddie's gaze as he moves forward, crawling across the carpet until he's under the desk. He has to hunch over a bit so his head doesn't bump the underside of it, but it’s not unbearable, and he feels weak as he straddles one of the perfectly polished boots. 

Steve’s hands settle around Eddie's calf, needing something to hold on to, to ground himself with, and he rocks his hips down just as the sound of typing continues above him. The first touch is electric, and even as eager as he feels, Steve does his best to keep his motions slow and measured; he might be humping Eddie's foot like an untrained puppy, but he refuses to lose control like one. 

That doesn't stop him from whining when he grinds just right, the friction on the head of his dick so sweet, and he repeats it over and over, chasing the sensation. A sharp tap - not quite a slap - lands on his cheek, and Steve gasps at the tingle it sends through his face.

“Get your dick out of your pants, baby,” Eddie says, blindly taking hold of Steve's face. “You don't want to get them messy, do you?”

Steve shakes his head and reaches down to shove his pants and briefs out of the way, earning him a pleased hum and another firm tap on his cheek before the hand retracts. The rough laces against the sensitive skin of his dick makes him quake, the sudden change almost overwhelming but not enough to make him stop. It feels better once he shifts to the side a bit, adding the feeling of eyelets and leather into each stroke.

It's easy to lose himself in the sensation, in the constant, steady friction. It’s addicting, and his hips stutter as he gets closer and closer to the edge. He claws at the fabric of Eddie’s pant leg as he starts to lose control, and then-

He's pulled from the reverie as Eddie's chair moves back, pulling his foot away, and Steve scrambles to follow. He was so close. Eddie laughs a bit and Steve flushes at the condescending sound, at the “Poor baby,” that follows it.

Steve keens and barely gets out a choked “Daddy,” before two fingers are pushing into his mouth, effectively silencing him. Eddie grins as he tugs Steve’s jaw down, opening his mouth wide as he says “Come on, princess, keep going.”

Ever Eddie’s good boy, Steve rolls his hips again and his eyes slide shut as the fingers push deeper, rubbing over his tongue and along the backs of his teeth. It feels like possession, like Eddie wants nothing more than to claim the smallest, most hidden parts of Steve’s very being.

Steve wonders what it says about him that he would let Eddie do it, no questions, and certainly no complaints.

The fingers disappear just long enough for Eddie to spit on his tongue again, and then they’re back, mixing it with the saliva slowly collecting in the well of Steve’s jaw.

“That’s it, baby. So fucking greedy for anything you can get, huh?” Steve just moans into the open air and Eddie just shoves his fingers deeper, until Steve is nearly choking on them. “Yeah. So good, so desperate to come.”

He is. He’s so close to coming, he’s right on the verge. All he needs is-

“Look at me, Stevie.”

Steve opens his eyes, he can feel the drool now dripping off his chin as he meets Eddie’s gaze. The man just looks at him for a moment, eyes burning as he lifts his foot, pressing up into Steve's dick, and that's all it takes.

His hips stutter and jerk as he comes, spilling over laces and leather and marking the shiny black with creamy white. Eddie’s fingers slip from his mouth and Steve keens as he rides out his high. He’s shaking as he comes down, hands trembling where they clutch at Eddie’s jeans, and the sound of fuzz slowly starts to leave his head.

The sound of metal-on-metal pulls his attention, and he looks up to see Eddie undoing his belt and jeans before pushing them down just enough to free his dick. Eddie slides a hand into Steve’s hair and tugs him closer with a soft “C’mere princess, let me come on that pretty face.”

Steve lets Eddie move him as he wants, just drops his jaw and sticks out his tongue as the man starts to jerk himself off. He’s clearly worked up, because he skips his usual slow tease and goes right to something fast and rough. 

The pre-cum already leaking from the tip has Steve’s mouth watering with the desire to taste - literally. He can feel it dripping off his chin once again as he keeps his mouth open, and Eddie coos when he sees it.

“So fuckin’ messy, Stevie, drooling over daddy’s dick. You’re just the greediest little baby, huh?”

Eddie releases his cock and reaches out to wipe his hand over Steve’s chin, collecting some of the fluid before he starts stroking again, the way a bit easier with the makeshift lube. Steve sways a bit, still so floaty as he’s forced to just sit and watch, and for a second he’s certain the only reason he’s still upright is the grip Eddie has on his hair. 

Eddie’s orgasm seems to hit him out of nowhere. A groan punches out of him and then he’s gone, dick twitching as he comes over Steve’s mouth, his nose, his cheek. Some of it lands on Steve’s tongue and he doesn’t hesitate to swallow it, he hums at the taste and licks his lips, chasing more of it.

Eddie groans a soft “Jesus, Stevie,” before he’s leaning in, giving Steve a hard kiss that quickly turns soft and tender. He runs his clean hand through Steve’s hair and mutters “That was so good, baby, so perfect. I’m so, so lucky to have you, honey. You’re so good for me.”

Steve goes gooey under the praise and he leans into Eddie as they just sit there, catching their breaths and slowly coming back down. He would be happy to stay here longer, just kneeling at Eddie’s feet, but the cum drying on his face coaxes him into action. He whines softly, words still hard as he slowly settles back into his body, and Eddie knows exactly what he’s asking for. 

The man presses a kiss to Steve’s forehead and says “Okay, baby, get’s get you clean,” before standing and helping Steve up onto shaky legs. Their aftercare is extremely consistent, the familiar motions necessary to keep Steve from crashing quickly. 

It’s not until they’re out of the shower that Steve finds his words again, and he mutters a soft “We need to get satin laces for those boots or something, my dick is sore.”

Eddie just laughs and presses a quick kiss to Steve’s mouth. “I’ll get right on that, sweetheart.”

[fandomfluffandfuck]

Okay, but hollow strap-ons + service tops = GODLY

Like, c'mon, don't you want to see Steve whining and panting as he exerts himself fully, muscles flexing and bulging, glistening with sweat as he fucks Bucky like he regularly would, pounding into him, except for the fact that... Steve has a hollow strap-on around his dick, and he can't actually feel it?

Steve's hard--like, really hard--and he really, really wants to feel how good Bucky feels inside. He really wants that stimulation--hot, tight, wet, and velvety--but he can't.

He can't because Bucky got this toy, the hollow strap-on, for him to ensure that Steve is a pure service top for him, just like Steve wants to be. Steve wants to be used. Steve wants to live off of providing for Bucky. He wants to indulge Bucky.

So, the only thing that matters is Bucky's pleasure. Not Steve's. Steve doesn't need pleasure. He doesn't need sensation to his dick. He's just a toy!

And Bucky's really made that happen for him now...

The only thing that matters is Bucky's pleasure so much so that when Steve's precious, weeping, impossibly hard cock isn't wrapped up in the hollow strap-on, it's locked away in his chastity cage. Steve's pleasure doesn't matter. Steve doesn't get pleasure. The closest he gets is living vicariously through Bucky. Like, fuck, Steve loses himself in Bucky's pleasure.

He goes dumb--swallowing back pathetic sounds and fighting against the vicious twitching of his helplessly, uselessly hard cock--for seeing Bucky's face go slack as he pushes in. He goes dumb, not a thought in that pretty head, even though he can't actually feel anything.

Instead, he's dumb from witnessing Bucky being satisfied by real pleasure. Mouth parting beautifully, gently... licking his lips... then his mouth hanging open obscenely as he pants, "yeah, yeah, Stevie, oh God, give it to me--" his nails dig into Steve's quivering back, his hips jerk up violently, and Bucky's unencumbered and also very hard cock smacks his lower belly "--just like that, mmm-hmm, that's it."

Bucky encourages Steve through his moans the same way you'd encourage a puppy, gassing them up, using a quick, over-eager, excitable voice and petting them. Bucky pets him. Bucky grabs him. Groping and scratching and going and going. Praising him.

It makes Steve keen.

He's so sensitive to praise.

He wants it.

He aches for it.

He always chases more.

More praise.

It's the closest he gets to pleasure in the visceral, skin-to-skin way. He doesn't get stroked off. He doesn't get touched like that. Toys don't need it. Steve doesn't need it. All he needs it direction. Praise is a special kind of direction. He'll do anything for praise. He'll do anything for Bucky.

Bucky's pleasure is his pleasure.

So, Steve fucks into Bucky more, more, more until Bucky's eyes roll back and the flush that has climbed up high onto his cheeks spreads slow and sticky how his neck and onto his chest. Hell, his blush even ascends. It fades up into his hairline and over his ears. He's burning up.

Steve's burning up, too.

God.

He's been engulfed in flames.

He's leaking so much. It's so slippery wet in the hollow body of the toy. It's humiliating. Bucky’s body is making all sorts of sucking, wet, obscene sounds around the extra thickness added to his cock by the toy. That's expected. That happens during sex. But... Steve is making wet sounds, too. Unexpectedly. Oof. His cock in the hollow strap on. He's leaking. He's dripping. He's weeping.

His cock is weeping but he's not.

There are no tears. What would he cry for? He doesn't need pleasure. He's a toy. He's thriving--blossoming--on providing Bucky with all the pleasure he could want.

Steve's burying his face in Bucky's neck, curled over top of him, shivering, shaking, fucking him, chasing Bucky's pleasure, echoing Bucky's satified moans because Bucky feels good, Bucky feels good, Bucky feels good. That's all that matters.

Bucky deserves to feel good.

Bucky deserves all the pleasure his toy can give him.

Bucky deserves the best toy.

It doesn't matter how swollen Steve's cock and balls are from his pent up physical need. His need for orgasm, spilling seed. It doesn't matter how hard his pulse is throbbing through his dick. It doesn't matter if he biologically wants to orgasm. He doesn't need to orgasm.

All that matters is Bucky.

All that matters is being locked into his shiny cages or in his ever thickening hollow strap-ons, perfect for stretching Bucky wider and wider. Perfect for satisfying Bucky. He always needs more, and Steve is giving him more. Steve is his toy to use.

Use him anyway he wants.

When Steve's too fucked out, drunk on denial, sure, but more importantly, drunk on Bucky--on the sweet sounds he makes, on the praise he spoon-feeds Steve, on the orgasms that he indulges in obscenely and unashamedly--Bucky will shove him back and ride him. He'll take him out of the strap on he has on and always find a bigger one, splitting himself open wider, wider, wider on his living dildo. His obedient little service top that he has wrapped around his finger, answering his every call, wearing his cage.

It's been so long since Steve's orgasmed that despite his ever-building physical need, he doesn't want to. At this point, he may die from all that pleasure. But it's nothing compared to all the pleasure that wracks him when Bucky falls apart on his cock, swearing and quivering and clenching, blessing his huge dick and the thick silicone that makes his toy even better. So good. Everything he needs and more. The perfect toy. Ah, God, Stevie, yes, yes, yes!

[harringtons-cupid]

okay babe could you write something about Steve and Billy trying to get your attention at a party and they’re like fighting over who’s going to take you home but you end up going home with Eddie instead??

Oh gosh, Im sorry this took a while but here it is Angel <3 I hope you like it ❤️, I changed it slightly so 🤞🏻

Warnings 18+: Blowjob, clit play, unprotected sex, dirty talk, spanking, head pushing - moan suppressing. Alcohol misuse and drug misuse.

You were nervous, checking your appearance over and over in the mirror.

All the boys who wanted you would be there, including Eddie Munson. The boy you had been crushing on since forever, you had been flirting on and off with both Steve and Billy but Eddie.

You wanted to impress him, packing some cigarettes in your bag with a small bottle of vodka and placed your heels on your feet.

Clearing your throat to steady your nerves, as you walk up the drive to the party. It already seemed to have started when you opened the door, an arm sliding around your shoulders and leads you towards the kitchen.

Billy was chatting seductively in your ear as his arm hung off you, pouring you a strong drink before passing it to you with a smile.

You chuckled nervously, letting him take you into the living room where a group of people stood talking. He dropped his arm just in time for Steve to approach you, those silly sunglasses covering his eyes as he stood next to you.

“Hey, you’re looking incredible tonight” his voice was smooth and silky, his sunglasses were raised above his head so he could stare into your eyes.

If Eddie hadn’t had walked in right then, you would have melted by Steve’s charms. Eddie’s body language suggested he didn’t want to be here, stomping over to the armchair in the corner.

You smiled softly as he looked at you, admiring your body and looking away when he saw Steve glaring at him.

“Uh, I think I’m going to get some fresh air” you loudly exclaimed into the room, knocking Steve’s arm from around you.

Your eyes met Eddie’s with a wink before leaving the room, pushing past waves of people until the cool air hit you. Routing around your bag for your cigarettes, beginning to lit one when it was knocked out your hand.

“Don’t smoke that, it’ll kill you” came the voice, dark and mysterious.

You had spoken to Eddie a few times but never in such a secluded space, your body was excited but nervous as he stood in front of you.

Dropping the cigarette from your mouth, he replaced it with a blunt before flickering the lighter in front of you. Watching you take in the blunt, his dark eyes followed you.

Your nerves began to disappear with every exhale of the blunt, your eyes focusing on Eddie as you passed it back and forth.

When you reentered the living room, Steve and Billy were a lot drunker than when you left. Rolling your eyes, you took a seat on the empty sofa. Their eyes diverted to you, talking rapidly between themselves, you realised that they were talking about you.

Chuckling to yourself lightly, your friends hovered above you and dragged you onto the makeshift dance floor. Steve and Billy were still discussing you, Eddie had disappeared outside for another smoke.

You danced until you felt your legs could drop off, your eyes found Eddie's as he watched you. His head tilting off to upstairs, indicating that you follow him. You waited a few seconds, until he had disappeared before rushing up stairs after him.

He was lying on a double bed, staring at the door. The music was quieter as you crawled onto the bed next to him. Within seconds, his lips were on yours. They were soft and plump, his hands were careassing your body undoing the straps of your dress.

Letting it fall off your body, his fingers traced your skin making you shiver. The mixture of weed and alcohol made you feel hazy, your nervousness disappeared as Eddie’s lips pressed into yours.

Moaning as you slowly grinded against his crotch, his bulge grew with every movement. His hands fumbling at his belt button until his jeans slipped down his ankles, exposing his hard cock through his boxers.

You groaned as you moved yourself to be face to face with throbbing cock, pulling it down with your fingers as took his length in your mouth. His hand snaked it’s way between your thighs, playing with your clit as your head bobbed vigorously.

Sloppily sucking on his tip, your moans vibrated across his cock. It twitched several times in your mouth, your clit throbbing against his fingers as he rubbed harder and harder.

Gasping against him as you felt yourself cum, coating his fingers. He didn’t stop until you were trying to get him to stop, he removed his fingers and thrusted his cock deeper into your mouth, sucking slowly on your fingers. Getting every ounce of cum off them with a smirk.

Right as he was about to cum, he shuddered.

“Get up here, I don’t want to cum just yet baby” his voice was scattered as he breathed through his almost orgasm.

You nodded, positioning yourself above his cock before sliding down. Gasping against as he filled up your walls, humming desperately as he moved you with his arms. Thrusting underneath you, his hands holding onto your cheeks for support.

Whining loudly into the room as you took him all inside you, hitting your soft spot over and over. Your clit grinding hard onto his pelvic bone, your lip red from your teeth.

“Now, you gotta be quiet. We don’t want them to hear how deep you have my cock. Huh? How well you’re taking me?” He moaned, maintaining eye contact as he spoke.

You nodded, biting your harder. Trying to suppress your moans but as he changed his pace, thrusting slow and hard. You couldn’t help yourself, letting out the loudest moans.

His hands raised up and spanked your cheeks until they were red and stinging. Making you moan louder with every spank, he seemed to be getting annoyed with you.

“Right, get off. I want you to lie with your ass in the air, since you won’t obey me” he growled, watching you listen to his instructions.

Wiggling your ass in the arm and smirking at him, he spanked your cheeks hard before pushing your face deep into the mattress. Feeling him slide inside you, making you moan loudly.

With every moan, your head would be pushed further into the mattress. Until they were muffled, your body moving with his. The bed shook violently as he pounded hard into your dripping wet cunt.

“See, this is what happens when you obey me. Look at you being a good girl and taking my cock” he groaned, his cock twitching inside you.

Your skin slapping hard together, the sounds of his grunting and the bed creaking hard against the wall. Your body twitched as you felt yourself be fucked through your second orgasm of the night.

Eddie smirked as you coated his cock with your cum, he released your head from the mattress as he slowed down his movement. His cock twitching inside you, his top hitting your warm cum coated walls as he groaned. He felt himself twitch, gripping onto your skin for support as he felt himself cum.

Sliding out of you, your mouth was open as he pumped his hot load onto your tongue. Keeping eye contact with you as you swallowed, taking his cock in your mouth and licking every bit of his cum off with a smile.

His hands pulled you closer to him, his lips were wet and soft as he kissed you. Your hands tangled in his sweaty hair, smiling and gasping breathlessly on his lips. Before collapsing onto the bed, you both stayed there for a second staring at the ceiling grinning.

You got changed first, leaving him with a wink. Smiling to yourself as you wandered downstairs, back into the party. Where Steve and Billy were ridiculously drunk, someone was mumbling at them. Their eyes met yours, blushing as you assumed they had heard about you and Eddie.

Watching as they rushed over, drunk and jealous.

“So is it true? You slept with him” Steve’s voice was full of hurt and jealously, looking at you with puppy dog eyes. Clutching onto his beer as you nodded.

Billy sighed and lead Steve away, eyeing you up and down before turning his head. You felt weird by their encounter, watching as they began to wind themselves up about you. Just as Eddie reached the bottom of the stairs, you saw Steve lunge towards you both.

Eddie’s arm was firmly on yours as he pulled you outside, rushing you as Steve mumbled words at the front door after you both. Running with Eddie’s hands in yours until you reached his van, it was silent on the drive home.

You wanted to ask Eddie a lot of things but as you sat in your driveway. All you could say was,

“Did you want to come in?” Smiling at him, your legs spread slightly.

[loserboysandlithium]

Cashmere and Cigarettes (SteddiexReader) Part Three:

⚠️explicit sexual content. Minors DNI⚠️

Part One, Part Two

You lean down giving Steve a little bite on his thigh making him groan.

Steve lifts his head, eyes zoning in on Eddie as he takes him in his mouth once more. You crawl up to him kissing his lips softly before moving to his neck.

“Are you good, baby?” you whisper in his ear, running your hand along his chest.

“So fucking good.” Steve mumbles drunkenly, his eyelids hanging low, his hair wildly disheveled.

A filthy moan pours from his lips as his head falls heavily into the pillow.

“Holy shit..” Steve chuckles lustfully, lifting his head again, dropping his gaze to Eddie down below.

“You like that, Steve?” you hum, “He looks pretty hot sucking your dick, doesn’t he?”

“H-he looks hot. So hot.” Steve mumbles, making you smile. He’s in heaven.

You begin planting small kisses down his chest, slowly making your way back down.

Eddie pops off, licking down the side of Steve’s member instead. You follow suit, taking the other side, both of you coating his thick cock in your saliva.

“Oh my fucking god..” Steve pants.

Your tongues tangle together as you both swirl and flick, pulling out noises from Steve you’ve never heard before. Every breathy moan and whimper pushes you to draw more from him.

You wrap your hand around Steve’s base, pumping quickly as you allow Eddie to take Steve back in his mouth.

“Does that feel good, baby?” you purr, glancing at Steve as you stroke Eddie’s curls with your other hand. His lips wrap tightly around Steve’s cock, sucking and slurping.

“I… mhmm.. s-so good… G-gonna cum. I’m gonna cum..” he whimpers. You’ve never seen him so needy, the want in his voice making you soaked.

“You wanna cum in my mouth, Harrington?” Eddie burns, popping off, making Steve squirm beneath him.

“Fuck…” Steve whimpers again.

“Tell me.” Eddie demands.

“Wanna cum in your mouth…” Steve mumbles drunkenly. Eddie smirks before resuming his position.

“E-Eddie.. Baby, gonna cum.” Steve grunts as you twist your wrist up and down the bottom half of his cock. Eddie takes him deep in his throat, sucking back to the tip. Again and again as Steve’s hips jolt upward.

“Cum for him, baby.” you encourage, removing your hand, leaning up to kiss Steve’s cheek softly. Your eyes remain glued to Eddie working him below. Eddie moans onto Steve’s cock and his grip tightens on Eddie’s curls pressing down on his head as he releases his first spurt of cum. Eddie swallows around Steve’s cock, taking the first load in his throat.

“Sh-shit..” Steve stutters, as he continues filling Eddie’s mouth with his cum. Steve pants wildly as Eddie pulls off his cock, coming to the top of the bed to meet you. He takes one of his hands, gripping your jaw tightly. With the other he takes two fingers, parting your lips, forcing your mouth open.

You open wide as Eddie looms over you, spitting Steve’s release in your mouth.

“You two are gonna kill me.” Steve whines from beneath you. You swallow Steve’s cum happily, the act of Eddie spitting in your mouth unleashing a new kink you didn’t know existed.

******

“She feels so good, doesn’t she?” Steve pants, gripping your hair tight as he pushes down hard, causing you to gag loudly on his cock.

“So fuckin’ good.” Eddie moans as he pulls your hips back into him, his long cock reaching incredibly deep, making you wince slightly.

Then he begins to thrust mercilessly. Your ass bounces against him wildly, skin slapping skin, his hips slamming into you. You try to cry out but it’s muffled around Steve’s cock.

You’ve already came twice from his dick, now Eddie was just having fun. Doing his best to ruin you entirely.

Eddie’s thrusts are so hard he’s basically fucking Steve with your mouth, your body rocking with every roll of his hips. He slaps your ass and plunges hard causing Steve to glide incredibly deep in your throat. You’re gagging, tears streaming down your cheeks as they both wreck you entirely.

“Baby? Are you- oh fuck…” Steve attempts to check on you but his pleasure overtakes his sense of anything else as he cums suddenly, spurt after spurt of warm cum rains into your throat, spilling out of the sides of your mouth.

“Swallow his cum, sweetheart. Every fucking drop.” Eddie growls as you try to follow his orders. “Give it back to her Steve, she wants it all, don’t you, baby?”

You look up at Steve with teary eyes and nod as he slowly pulls his dick from your mouth. He brings his thumb to your chin, gathering his cum, bringing it back to your lips. You suck on his thumb, cleaning him of his release.

“I love you… fuck, I love you.” Steve mumbles, leaning down and kissing your lips.

You return the sentiment, still moaning as Eddie rocks into you slowly from behind. You arch your back and Steve moves to the side watching as Eddie has his way with you.

“Fuck!” you scream as Eddie surprises you with a thrust so deep your vision blurs momentarily. Your face falls to the mattress, fingers grasping at the sheets as he fucks into you. “Harder! H-Harder Eddie!” you beg and he laughs wickedly.

“Handcuffs, Steve.” Eddie orders as he reaches out, bringing your wrists behind your back, your head lays against the mattress watching as Steve grabs the cuffs. He looks at you for approval and you nod, feeling the soft sheets rub against your cheek.

You feel the chill of the metal, followed by a pinch as he clicks the cuffs on tightly.

Eddie’s strong hand lands on your ass again making you yelp. He grips the chain of the handcuffs using them as leverage to drive into you.

“Pretty fucking pussy… you’re a lucky guy, Stevie.” Eddie moans as he quickens his pace. “Can I cum inside her? Wanna cum inside her, Steve.” Eddie breathes, gliding in and out of your pussy at an insane pace.

Steve moves closer to him, locking their lips together as he gives him permission to fill you. You can hear the sounds of the two of them kissing, Eddie never missing a beat as he ruts into you. Your mouth hangs open, drool seeping from the corner of your lips as your eyes roll into your head.

You’re a mess, completely fucked out, no cries left, only small whimpers as Eddie fucks you into the mattress. The boys kiss sloppily, little moans being transferred between the two of them as Eddie plunges into you again and again.

“Cum inside me, Eddie. W-wanna feel you. All of you.” you choke out.

“Gonna cum for you, sweetheart. Fuck you full of my cum.” he groans as you feel his hands on your hips again. He tosses his head back as he empties himself inside of you, his warm cum coating your walls.

You fall to the bed, your body trembling all over, your heart pounding in your chest. You feel a shift on the mattress and open your eyes to see Steve laying beside you, a soft smile on his lips. He reaches for you, pulling you into his arms, lips searching for yours. You kiss him tenderly, feeling the same warmth he always provides. “I’m still cuffed, baby.” you smile against his lips making him chuckle.

“My little freak.” he wiggles his eyebrows playfully.

*********

ONE MONTH LATER

In a weird way Eddie had brought the two of you even closer. Trying new things, exploring each other’s body’s, finding all the things that brought both of you to your knees.

“Holy shit… Steve!” you scream as your thighs clamp down around his face, your orgasm rushing over you as he moans into your warmth.

He slowly removes his thumb from your ass, grinning up at you.

“So, that’s a yes?” he chuckles, his face glistening with your arousal.

“Yes.. mhmm.. fuck” you breath shakily, your chest rising and falling rapidly.

Steve grins wildy, crawling on top of you, his tongue immediately parting your lips.

“Fuck me. Please fuck me, Steve.” you pant into your kiss.

“I love you so much, angel.” Steve whispers as you feel his weight on top of you.

“I love you more.”

The endddd 🖤🖤🖤🖤 I hope you enjoyed. 🤭

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