#sub!daddy steve

[ssweetleaf]

thinking about fucking sub!daddy stevie — he’d just do anything for his baby. :(

18+

“So pretty, daddy,” your puffy lips pressed against his, hands enveloping his wrists and pushing them down into the pillows behind his head, your pussy just sucking his pretty cock inside, letting it stretch you out and nudge at your gummy, slick walls. “look so cute when you’re all dumb.”

You were giggling, beaming down at the way his lips stuttered, eyes rolling to the back of his head, little gasps leaving his throat at the way you clenched around him.

“O-only for you, sweet girl— my precious girl- fuck!” His hips bucked, mindlessly pulling his hands from your grasp and pressing them into the fat of your hips, before squeezing tightly at your ass, whining at the way it jiggled with each downward thrust.

“Oh, daddy,” you clicked you tongue, pout on your lips, wrapping a hand around his pretty throat, squeezing only a little. “Did I say you could touch me?”

Stevie’s eyes glazed over, quickly pulling his hands away to rest against the mattress, nails clawing at the sheets, fingertips just itching to be on you.

“I’m sorry, honey, daddy’s so sorry— oh god—” he cried out, watching with heavy-lidded eyes when you sped up your thrusts, fucking down onto him, with a devilish smile playing on your lips. “Please, baby, I’ll do anything, just please let daddy cum!”

You hummed, pretending to give it a thought, pouting down at him and how pathetic he looked, all shiny with sweat and pretty lips all puffy— you couldn’t help but reach down behind you and play with his balls, all full and heavy in your palm, giggling once his cock started to throb and rut inside you.

“Hm, anything, daddy?”

“Anything, baby! Y’know daddy would do anything for you, sweet girl— oh, please let me cum!” He was whining, crying out, tears threatening to spill from his lash line, cheeks all red and hair all messy, so pretty and handsome and all yours.

“Well, I suppose you’ve been a good boy,” you trailed off, one hand scratching down his chest and flicking your thumb over his nipple, “okay, daddy, you can cum.”

Daddy’s eyes rolled back once more, mouth agape and hips rolling up to meet the harsh smacks of your hips, clenching your pussy hard around him and causing his chest to stutter.

“Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you,” he babbled, bringing his big palms up to your cheeks and cupping them softly, bringing you in for a sloppy kiss, all slick and filled with tongue. “Such a good girl, always so good to me, honey, treat your daddy so well.”

oh, i love subby!daddy steve <3

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Curiosity (Part 4)(Eddie X Plus Size Y/N)

Younger (Early 20s) Daddy (kinda camboy) Eddie & Older (early 30s) Plus Size Sub Fem Y/N, Subby Steve Cameo, SMUT, Between Steddie, humiliation light, degrading, Stevie in lingerie, overstimulation, cock warming, toys, voyeurism (Y/N watches and they are streaming on the OnlyFans account), Between Eddie and Y/N, face sitting, kissing Steve, dirty talk and praise abound. I think that's it.

ANGST with Fluff, These two are slightly worried that the other will get jealous or feel betrayed when it comes to Steve and the intimacy involved. Both make it clear they care about only each other and this is just for play. Eddie asks Y/N to face one of her fears and Steve helps facilitate that. Cliffhanger ending (I mean y'all have experienced worse with me but alas lol)

Word Count: 4338

Series Masterlist/ Donate to Me <3

“Oh, yeah, kid was a complete troublemaker in school.”, Steve cackled as Eddie rolled his eyes from his desk chair across the way. 

That morning and afternoon, you had spent time really getting to know the man that was Steve Harrington. You learned fairly quickly he was gentleman, having found you and his best friend tangled up naked on the couch and covering you up with a blanket before running back to the bedroom. 

He was incredibly sweet and had such a good sense of humor making you laugh constantly as he told you stories from their past. 

“He would walk on tables in the lunchroom and spout these random philosophies like he was hot shit.”

“Sounds about right.”, you grin as Eddie narrows his eyes playfully. 

“You be quiet, sweetheart.”

“He’s very loud and preachy at work to but usually when he’s defending my honor to a rude customer.”

“Yeah, he’s a good man like that. Always making sure the people he cares about are respected.” As his honey irises dip towards the mattress, your palm reaches out to touch his and he softly smiles before shaking his head to focus on his friend. “Speaking of respect, what the fuck are you doing away from us, Munson?”

“I’m just checking my messages really quick. CurvyCorporateMillennial left a bit abruptly last night and I’m worried we…I…made her uncomfortable.”

“Oh, Eddie, baby, I’m sure she just had to leave or something.”, you try to soothe hearing the pain in his voice. “Maybe you’ll see her when you guys stream later.”

“Which IS coming up soon so you need to get your game face on, dude.”

“My game face IS me, Harrington. I AM Daddy.”

At his confident sultry words, you can’t help but swoon making Steve giggle as he places his bottle of beer on the floor and lays his head on your lap, sighing happily when you begin to run your fingers through his hair. 

“Are you staying to watch or—”

“Oh, no. She wouldn’t want to see all that.”, Eddie replies before you can. 

“Can she not answer?”

“Tone, Steven.” 

“Do you not want me to stay?”, you ask in a small voice that catches his attention immediately.

“No…I mean yeah…I mean…Ugh! Shut up, Steve!”, he shouts grumpily towards his friend causing you both to erupt in a fit of laughter. “You two are the worst. What I’m trying to say is, I don’t mind but I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

“With seeing Daddy or seeing Daddy with someone else?” Chocolate eyes lock on yours as he slowly wheels his chair beside you both. “Because I’ve seen Daddy and I already told you I trust you. I don’t mind seeing you and Steve together. I, um, I think the idea is kind of…hot if I’m being honest.”

“Yeah?”, he inquires as he quirks his eyebrow upward. “I’d be lying if I didn’t say you watching me turns me on. More so than…these fuckers.”, he adds, gesturing towards his camera. “My little whore there is good at what he does.”

“Oh my god. I hope it goes without saying but I don’t think you’re a whore.”, you smile before leaning down to place a soft kiss on his forehead. 

“I am though, you know, for him. I can be your whore to, honey, if you need that.”

“Steven Harrington.”

An almost devious smile spread across the pretty boy’s face as he sat up and turned his body so it was angled towards you both. 

“Oh Y/N, did you hear that? Daddy got jealous.”

“No. I just don’t want her to be uncomfortable like I said. She came here to meet you, not be involved.”

Tempting his friend’s wrath, Steve pushed up onto his knees and leaned towards you till his lips where hovering near your ear. 

“Am I making you uncomfortable? Tell me and I’ll stop.”, he whispers, continuing when you shake your head. “Good. I’m going to keep going to play with him but if you change your mind say the word.”

“Ok.”

“Now giggle like I just something…really…dirty…”

You do as he says, covering your mouth as your gaze shifts towards your boyfriend’s angry eyes even has his body language tries to appear relaxed. 

“She’s fine, Munson. Plus, it will give you some insight into how she may be feeling.”, Steve continues nonchalantly as his lips softly kiss your cheek. “Then again you seem incredibly…uptight… Does Daddy not like his precious baby girl being touched?”

Blinking, his fury seems to subside as a smooth chuckle leaves him. 

“I know what you’re trying to do and it won’t work, Steven. I’m honestly surprised, Y/N, you’re playing his game. Didn’t expect that from a good girl like you.”

“Maybe there’s more to me than what’s on the surface.” While you spoke, the pretty boy placed small, tender kisses down your neck to your collar bone as a breathy sigh escaped your chest. “Do you like it, Daddy? Watching him…kiss me…”

When he doesn’t answer, Steve’s head wipes his way to make sure everything’s alright. 

“Color, Eddie?”

“Green.”, he huffs as he folds his arms over his chest. 

“Honey, look at that. You see what he just did? It’s not so much that he likes watching me kiss you but he likes that his dirty boy is corrupting his good girl.”

“You’re not corrupting me.”, you reply in your little voice that has him smiling. 

“Tell that to Daddy.”

“H-He’s not corrupting me. I like the way he feels…makes me feel…”

“Yeah, sweetheart? Why don’t you take it further? Filthy boy knows how to work his mouth. Why don’t you kiss him?”

Your eyes fell and both men caught it.

“Y/N, color?”, Steve asks as his palm comes up to move some of your hair away from your face. 

“Green. H-H-He…this…isn’t hurting YOU right?”, you ask as his soft honey hues take you in. 

“Wow…Daddy, you were right. She’s got such a kind heart.”

“Baby, remember what I told you about how Harrington likes it a bit rougher?”

“Yes, sir.”

“He likes being humiliated that way. He’s…he’s trying to get a rise out of me so I’ll be rougher when we play. This wasn’t a part of the plan. You don’t have to do anything you don’t—”

Your lips crashing to Steve’s cut him off as his eyes widen in slight disbelief. 

His hair tickles your face when he pulls away as you laugh and bite your bottom lip. 

“I’m sorry. Your, um, your lips taste good.”

Your compliment elicits a smirk of his own as he leans down to kiss you again. 

“So do yours.” Shifting his gaze towards Eddie, he asked, “May I take off her shorts?”

“No, you may not.”, your boyfriend answered a bit gruffly causing you to whine. 

“Please, Daddy.”

“I said no.” Rolling his eyes in defiance, Steve began grinding his lower half against yours allowing the bulge in his shorts to rub perfectly against the heat between your legs. When he abruptly stopped and grunted, you opened your eyes to see Eddie pulling on his hair. “You want to cop an attitude with me, little whore, then I won’t be so fucking nice. Y/N is mine and only my cock touches that pretty pussy. Am I understood?”

“Ah…yes, Daddy.”, he pants. 

“You, chair.”, he commands at you as he points towards his desk and you promptly do what he says without question. “You, put this on and sit at the end of the bed till I’m ready to deal with you.”

After handing him a little black box, Steve almost immediately brightens as he begins to disrobe. 

“Now, sweetheart, are you ready for the rules?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good, good girl.”, he praises as he lightly caresses your face. 

“First rule is the most important. If at any point what you see makes you uncomfy, I want you to tap on the wall three times. The reason I don’t want you saying the word is because I don’t want these people to know you’re here and get ideas. I meant what I said…you’re mine…”

Grinning, you tilt forward to kiss his lips as he beams right back. 

“So perfect. Second rule is don’t touch yourself while Steve and I play. I promise when we’re done, I’ll take care of you.”

At that moment, Steve tossed the box to the side and your brain turned to mush when you saw him in his pink lace attire. The garter around his waist accentuated his abs perfectly while the thin straps seemed to struggle to hold up the see through panties that could barely contain his cock within the fabric. When he turned to walk around the mattress so he could sit on the end facing the camera, you realized then nothing was covering his behind leaving him bare and open for Eddie to play with. 

“Hey! Pay attention, little girl.”, your boyfriend snaps forcing you to sit at attention again. “Maybe if you behave… I’ll let him watch and you can kiss him again.”

His tone fell slightly and in your headspace you became concerned. 

“You’re mine to, Daddy. I don’t have to kiss or touch him if you don’t want me to.”

Eddie blinked, letting your words sink in before cupping your cheeks in his palms to bring your lips to his. 

“I trust you, Y/N so I want you to answer honestly. Does Steve turn you on?”

“You controlling him turns me on. Does…does he turn you on?”

“I told you, pretty girl. Submission and YOU turn me on.” At his words, you both breathily laugh as he leans his forehead on yours. “I know men hurt you in the past but I would never do that to you. If you ask me to stop this I would in a heartbeat. You are mine and I am yours.”

“Yes, Eddie.”, you breathe and repeat his words back as he tenderly kisses your forehead.  “I trust you.”

Getting your final confirmation, he nods firmly, rising to his feet to slowly back away towards his computer and turn it on to begin his stream. 

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“Hey guys. Good to see…everyone here…As you can see, I got my little slut here a present.”, Eddie coos in an almost sing song voice as he backs up and pets Steve’s head. At the action, the pretty boy visibly relaxes as his eyes close in relief at the feeling of finally being touched. “Do you like what Daddy got you?”

“Yes, Daddy, thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Why don’t you show it to everyone?”

Rising to his feet, he placed himself between the metalhead and the camera, slowly turning around to allow everyone a good view. When his eyes briefly find yours, his face softens slightly as he smirks, silently telling you he’s ok but struggling to retain all the giddy energy in his chest. 

Once he’s facing Eddie again, Steve waits for a following command as the other man just stares up at him. You had never seen this version of him before and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t find it attractive. His strong jaw twitched as he rested his forearms on his thighs, his beautiful smile noticeably absent as he continues to glare and Steve continues to wait. 

Eddie holds all the power here and Steve knows it. 

After a few seconds, the metalhead taps his leg and the pretty boy beams as he takes a seat on his lap, wrapping his arms around his neck for good measure. 

“You really are fucking sexy in this… to bad something so attractive was wasted on a bad boy.” You blink in surprise as Steve’s chest caves in. “You were being a bad boy just a few minutes ago weren’t you?”

“I…I’m sorry…I—”

The spank that Eddie gave him echoed throughout his room.

“I didn’t ask if you were sorry. I know you’ll be in a minute. I asked if you were being a bad boy. It’s a yes or no question.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Mhmm. You were being a whore and trying to get a rise out of me.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

After gesturing behind him, Steve climbed off Eddie’s lap and dug through some of the other boy’s things before coming back to kneel in front of him. You watched with lust blown eyes as the pretty boy placed a rather large dildo on to the floor and lubricated it thoroughly before throwing the bottle absently on the bed. 

A shaky breath escaped your lips as Steve gradually guided himself onto the toy while using his knees for balance. 

“Fuck…”

“Yeah? Does it feel good? About as good as you disrespecting me?”, Eddie growled in annoyance as he pushed down his sweats. “Here are the rules, little boy, and I’m only going to say them once. You are going to bounce on that thing till I tell you to stop. You don’t have to ask to cum. You can cum as much as you want but if you stop moving for one second I will punish you. Do you understand?” 

“Yes, Daddy.”

“If you want my cock tonight, you’re going to have to fucking earn it.”

As soon as Steve began to ride the toy beath him, Eddie spit over the tip of his length and slowly began to stroke himself as he watched his friend obey him. The man’s tongue extended out, desperate as it lightly grazed the metalhead’s shaft before ringed fingers roughly gripped his cheeks. 

“I said you have to fucking earn it. We just barely started… such a needy slut aren’t you?”

“Mmph—yes, sir.”

“Say it.”

“I’m a…I’m a needy slut.”

Satisfied he let him go and it wasn’t until Steve came that he allowed him what he craved but just barely. 

“Open your mouth. There you go…no, no. Don’t move your head. J-Just warm my cock. Fuck! Thaaaats it. Keep…keep fucking yourself. Get th-that ass nice and open for Daddy, baby.”

You weren’t sure if his audience heard it but Eddie definitely did when Steve’s whine suddenly had an echo. Hanging his head, he slightly turned to allow him to glance your way and he noticed immediately how antsy you were becoming as you squirmed in your chair.

Steve’s rhythm stuttered ever so slightly when he felt the man’s dick twitch in his mouth but Eddie himself never faltered as he lightly smacked the pretty boy’s face again. 

“Did I tell you to slow down or stop?”, he grunted roughly and Steve subtly shook his head. “Then keep…GOING...” 

You watched as the former jock’s entire body shook as his release spilled for the second time. Your hand felt like it began moving on its own accord as your legs opened and your fingers traced the inside of your thighs. 

“Get on to the bed on your hands and knees.”, Eddie instructed and as soon as he listened, the metalhead rose to his feet and stalked your way off camera. He didn’t even hesitate as his fingers grabbed your cheeks and he bent down till his face was level with yours. “What did I fucking say? Don’t fucking touch yourself.”

“Bu—”

“Don’t fucking talk. Don’t say a word, little girl.”, he hissed through gritted teeth. “They may not be able to hear you but I can. You can squirm all you want but you have to be fucking SILENT. If I hear you fucking whimper one more time or your hand even so much as ghosts that dripping pussy, I will kick you out of this room and you will get nothing. Do you understand me?”

When you nod, his dark eyes scan along your face before quickly leaning forward to kiss your lips and release you from his hold. 

After fully removing his pants, he climbs up behind the other boy and spanks his behind eliciting a small moan from Steve. 

“Are you ready for Daddy to make you cum in front of all those people?”, he says as he points towards the computer. 

“Yes, Daddy, please. I need it.”

“You need it? Didn’t you just cum twice already?”

“I did, Daddy, but I want more.”

You covered your mouth immediately to cover the groan that wanted to be heard at Steve’s words. 

Why was that so fucking hot?

 Even more so when Eddie smirked down as he lined up his cock with the man’s entrance and slowly began pushing himself in. Steve’s mouth fell open as your boyfriend made gradual thrusts allowing him to get accustomed to his size. 

“Fuck…so…so big…”

“So fucking tight. Jesus, baby.” After kneading his flesh in his palms, Eddie spanked him hard again and Steve bit his bottom lip to contain the smile that wanted to be seen. “God, sweetheart, look at you. H-How easily you fall apart over my cock.”

After finding a steady rhythm, both men begin to sweat as the metalhead’s tattooed chest glistened and the pretty boy’s hair stuck to his forehead. Wrapping his arms around his chest, Eddie brings Steve up till his back is against him.

“You like this, don’t you? Letting me use you while everyone watches in this tight—fuck—fucking revealing lingerie.”

“Y-Yes, Daddy.”

“You’re such a dirty whore.”

“I am…shit…M’gonna cum. C-Can I, Daddy?”

Pushing his face into the mattress, Eddie grips the back of his neck as he pounds his dick deep inside Steve who cries out in pleasure as his eyebrows raise and he shutters as his seed hits the bed beneath him. 

Your boyfriend’s eyes briefly meet yours before squeezing shut as he slams his release into his friend. Both men grunt at the intensity but after a few seconds, Steve can’t help but giggle. 

“Thank you, Daddy.”

Tilting over him, Eddie pets the boy’s head as he whispers something to him and rises to his feet to saunter to the computer. Once he’s thanked everyone and disconnected, he focuses his attention on you. 

“Please.”, you whine, reaching for his hand that he promptly takes and guides you over to his bed. 

“What do you need, baby, tell me. Tell me what you feel comfortable with.”, Eddie whispers delicately in your ear. 

“Anything with you, Daddy.”

Smiling wide, he pushes up onto his knees and playfully jostles your body as he yanks down your shorts with your panties. 

“Jesus, look how fucking wet these are. Did you like our performance?”

“I did. I liked watching you take control of him…watching Steve…fall apart.”

The man beside you grins at your admission as his large palm lazy reaches out to pet your hair back. After taking off your shirt, you half expected him to rest between your legs but when he takes your hand to bring you to a sitting a position, you’re surprised. 

“I, um, after everything and seeing you struggle…to control yourself…I…I want to reward you, Y/N. I want you to sit on my face.”

Eddie sees it immediately; the fear that dances through your eyes. What amazes him is his friend’s intuition as Steve’s own eyes blink open and he pushes up onto his elbow. 

“Someone make you feel like that was unacceptable?”, he asked and you nodded your head. “Some fucker you cared about?” Again, you nod. “Has Eddie ever made you feel that way?”

“No! God, no. Eddie is perfect! I mean…to me anyway…”

The metalhead softly smiles as he leans towards you to kiss your forehead. 

“What about Daddy? Has Daddy ever made you feel like your body is a problem in any way?”

“No…I just…I don’t want to hurt him…”

“Trust me, honey, you’re not going to hurt him. Here, let me show you something. Daddy, lay back.”, Steve instructions making Eddie smirk and slightly roll his eyes as you giggle. Throwing his pillows off to the side, he lays on his head back and folds his hands on his upper torso while he waits for more commands. “Alright, Y/N, come here and…there ya go…place your knees on either side of his head…Perfect. Can you breathe, Munson?”

“Yeah.”

“See, he can talk so that’s the first problem.”, he jokes and your belly shakes as you laugh. “Your knees have all the support, baby, so you can go as low onto him as you want and you can use the headboard as leverage if you need to. You can also balance your palms on his chest if you want or just go full 69. I’m assuming he can smell you which is why he’s half hard again.”

“Shut up, Harrington.”

Steve winks when you laugh again.

“Whenever you’re ready, Y/N.”

Cautiously, you lowered yourself down as Eddie’s palms wrapped around your thighs. A small gasp left your lips as his thick tongue licked a stripe between your folds and you bit your bottom lip. 

“His tongue always feels so good, doesn’t it?”

“Y-Yes…fuck…”

“Why don’t you roll your hips a bit?”

You do as he suggests and your eyes flutter as you feel the organ between his teeth effortlessly glide along your clit to your core. 

“Good…good girl. You really are beautiful, Y/N. Don’t let those other assholes belittle that.” He smiles as your palm grips his shoulder. “Is it ok if I kiss you?”

“A-Ask Daddy—mmph—oh my God.”

“Daddy?”

“Yeah…yes…if she’s ok with it. Fuck, Y/N, your pussy tastes so fucking good. You can press down harder if you want to. I’m alright.”, Eddie pants before allowing his mouth to suck and play with your bundle of nerves. 

Cupping your cheeks in his hands, Steve tilts down to softly kiss your lips and you welcome it as you open your mouth to allow entry for his own tongue. 

“I think you’re beautiful to.”, you exhale breathily, giving him pause until he tenderly smiles and caresses your face with his thumbs. 

“Can I show you something else?”

“Yes, of course.”

“I’ll need to touch his cock again. Is that ok?”, he whispers in your ear and you nod. “You may want to hold on tight, honey.”

You look at him with confusion as you watch him slowly descend below Eddie’s waist but as soon as he takes hold of his length and wraps his lips around him, the metalhead’s groan reverberates against you as you feel him cling tighter to your legs and push his head up further into your cunt. 

Your hands shoot out to balance on his chest as his tongue devours you and while watching his friend bob his head, you forget your fears as need takes over and you allow your lower half to drop a bit a further down on to his face. 

Eddie thrives at the notion, guiding your movements as you grind against his tongue and lips while he moans at Steve’s throat constricting around him. 

“Fuck, Daddy!”, you whine as your legs tremble and you collapse on top of him as you come undone. 

His arms circle tightly around you, locking you in place while he licks you clean but as he feels your pussy quiver around his tongue it’s more than enough to push him over the edge as his head falls back against the mattress and he spills down the other boy’s throat. 

As soon as your able, you roll off him and Eddie promptly sits up to check you over. 

“That was amazing, baby. You did so good.”, he praises, his grin growing when you lazily smile in pleasure his way. “Are you two ready for some aftercare?”

Eddie snickers when you both giggle and turn into little kids as you race towards his bathroom. While he gets the bath ready, his gaze continually shifts your way, taking in how comfortable his best friend and girlfriend were as you leaned on his shoulder. He was so thankful that you two were getting along and appreciated how understanding Steve was when it came to your worries.

That night you fell asleep behind the metalhead, snuggling him close to your chest as your steady breathing warmed the back of his neck and heart. 

“How much did we make tonight?”, Steve whispered from his place in front of him on his side. 

“I don’t know, man, I didn’t have time to check. I was taking care of two weirdos.”, Eddie teased and they both laughed. “I’ll look tomorrow. I need to check on Mill since I didn’t see her name when I first logged in or out.”

“Can I ask you something?” He waits for the metalhead to nod. “You talk about Mill a lot…but she’s just a friend…?

“Yeah. She’s incredibly sweet and easy to talk to. She helps me out with Y/N—”

“But you don’t have her number and you’ve never met her?”

“No…she doesn’t feel comfortable…and I’ve never asked to meet her. I mean… what—what’s the point you’re trying to make here, Steve?”

The boy’s gaze shifts towards your sleeping frame before looking at his friend once more.

“Y/N said something that stood out to me…a couple of things…add in the fact that Mill disappeared yesterday and then minutes later Y/N shows up at your door. You said Mill wasn’t online all day or during the stream…Y/N’s been here all day…” 

Eddie’s eyes glance into the void as he searches into his mind, going through past conversations with you and his online friend.

“No. No…she would have…said something. I mean why would she…pretend to be someone else? That’s not like her at all.”

“I don’t know, dude, and whatever it is I don’t think it’s malicious. She seems like a sweet woman and I can tell she cares about you.”

“I care about her to, Steve, like more than I’ve ever cared about any woman. But…”

“I know, Eddie, I know. I’m not the only one who’s had some fucked up relationships and an asshole father. Plus, the fuckers in this town…” As he pauses, Eddie’s eyes close when he feels you exhale and nuzzle your nose into his back. “Just talk to her…see what she says…”

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[penny00dreadful]

@subeddieweek Day 2: Sugar Baby/Sugar Daddy

Full version here, AO3 or blsky

Taglist: @hbyrde36, @pearynice, @firefly-party, @sidekick-hero

[fuctacles]

Steve's Day Care for Big Kids

For @subeddieweek

M | 2.6k | Pre-Relationship, Daddy Steve but in a Caregiver Way, Little Eddie, Little Space, Little Robin, Chrissy, Jon and Argyle too, scheming Robin, (mutual) pining, hella weird flirting, non sexual Age Play and Agere | the M rating is just for the Caregiver/Little theme | this is kinda Pilot-y | Ao3

When Steve used to say he wanted to be a dad, he never thought it would end up like this. He'd never guess there would be so many kids, or that they'd be so big. 

"Steve! Steve!"

He looks up from where he's helping Jon and Argyle assemble a brick house. 

"What's up, Robbie?"

"Look!" 

She shoves a coloring page in his face to show off her favorite superhero, Spider-Gwen, clad in pink and orange hues of a lesbian flag. 

"That's a cool idea!" he praises her. "And you barely went out of the lines!"

"Thanks!" Robin grins. "Can I get a gold star?" She blinks up at him all innocent and child-like. 

To draw out the suspense, Steve strokes his non-existent beard thoughtfully, making loud humming sounds to really sell it. Argyle giggles at his antics, and he can see Jon is smiling too. 

"Will a rainbow star suffice?" he eventually asks. 

"Yes!" Robin agrees immediately, so Steve pulls a tiny sticker box from his pocket and lets her have her pick. 

"Ready for a snack break?" he asks as she looks through the assortment of stars. "Or do you wanna color some more?"

Robin visibly deflates at the question. 

"I have to go home," she sighs, looking at the colorful clock above them.

Steve makes an exaggerated pout. 

"I'll grab you a juice box for the road and walk you out," he says, raising up from his seat and groaning in pain to the enjoyment of his kids. "We'll see if you'll be laughing when you're my age!" he scolds them playfully. 

The daycare is an open space with designated areas for playing, reading, and eating. Steve leaves the soft carpet of the playroom for the cold tiles of the small kitchen annex.

"Apple?" he asks, opening the small fridge in the corner. 

"Apple."

"Can I have orange?" someone pipes up from behind. 

"I want orange too!" 

"Robin is getting one because she's leaving early," Steve patiently informs the other kids. "We'll all have a snack break in ten minutes, okay?"

The scattered group choruses their 'okays' with varying enthusiasm.

"Now everyone say 'bye' to Robin."

"Bye, Robin!" The chorus is more unison this time.

Robin slaps the star sticker on a folder full of her other drawings and coloring pages, puts it back on her shelf, and grabs her juice. 

Outside the playroom, there is a waiting space, with cozy armchairs, a drink station, and some magazines. Robin falls on one of the chairs while Steve pours her some tea from a thermos and goes to grab her jacket.

"Did you have fun today?" he asks, sitting next to her to gently scratch at her head.

"Yes, Steve." She rolls her eyes. "I always have fun here. Do you want me to fill out a customer experience survey?"

Steve perks up, looking around.

"Actually, I should have them here somewhere."

Robin swats his knee.

"Go back to the others, I'll finish my tea and leave in a bit."

"You sure?" 

"Yeah, yeah." She waves her hand dismissively. "I'm too stressed about the interview to get in the zone today."

"I know you'll kill it." Steve squeezes her knee. 

"What I'll kill is myself if I have to spend one more day reading through the same, unrealistic job descriptions."

"Robs!" Steve hisses, looking at the closed door to the play room. "The kids may hear you!"

"The kids have probably heard worse."

"Yeah, but not here!" He widens his eyes incredulously. Then he breaks into a smile. "Okay, I'm going back to work. Good luck with the interview." He rustles her hair once more. 

"Thanks. Good luck with Eddie."

Steve flips her off before re-entering the playroom.

He gets jump-scared immediately by the quiet figure of Jonathan standing behind the door. 

"Jesus, Jon!" He clutches at his chest. "You scared me."

"Ten minutes is up," the kid points out unapologetically, briefly glancing at the clock. "It's snack break."

"Yeah, okay, sheesh. I'll get you your snacks."

From the fridge, he pulls out a whole pack of juice boxes and hands them over to the small group gathered around his desk. 

"Can I have two?" asks Chrissy, a blonde girl in a princess tiara. Steve raises his eyebrow.

"And where's Eddie?" he asks.

"Reading," she shrugs. 

"Eddie should know by now that a snack break means a break from reading too," Steve says, handing her one juice box before standing up. "I'll go get him, you can sit with the others."

Chrissy frowns but nods, joining the group around the eating table where bowls full of fruits are waiting for them. Meanwhile, Steve walks over to the corner by the window, with bean bags and pillows and shelves full of books. Eddie is sitting there, fully immersed in one of the comics. Next to him is a book with fairies on the cover, a fluffy bookmark sticking out of it—probably Chrissy's pick for the day.

He stops for a while, smiling at the sight the kid made. With his tattoos, wild hair, torn jeans and chains, sitting among fluffy pillows and colorful designs of the kindergarten, he stands out even more than the others. Definitely way more than his best friend Chrissy, who likes to put on tutus, fairy wings and tiaras when in the daycare.

Steve knocks on the window frame, attracting Eddie's attention. His big brown eyes look up from the book reluctantly. 

"We're having a snack break, come sit with us."

"Can I finish my comic first?" Eddie asks with a pout to his lips. But Steve can see he's only halfway through. 

"If you join us now, you can finish it during nap time," he bargains. 

The boy's eyes widen, but then squint suspiciously. 

"Really?"

"I promise." Steve places a hand on his heart. He knows how much Eddie hates the naps. By the time he winds down enough to actually rest, the others are usually getting up, ready to leave. 

"Hmmm, okay," Eddie graciously agrees, bookmarking his comic with a crooked paper dragon he's made a week ago, and places it on top of Chrissy's book. When Steve holds out his hand, he eyes it for a moment before accepting it.

"Atta boy!" Steve smiles, pulling him up. "Let's get some sugar in you." He walks him to the eating table holding his hand and grabs an orange juice box on the way. There's a space next to Chrissy waiting for him, but he scoots more so Steve can fit too. 

"Here." Steve hands him the juice and sits next to them, grabbing a banana for himself. 

"Thanks, dad," Eddie answers reflexively and freezes, eyes wide. 

Steve just pats his shoulder, ignoring the ache in his chest.

"Don't worry, it happens. I call you my kids all the time."

"Really?" Eddie throws him a distrustful glance, his ears red. 

"Really. I take care of you here, so it feels natural."

None of the other kids react to Eddie's slip up, except for Chrissy, who grins wide and kicks him under the table. Eddie kicks back. 

"No kicking!"

* 

Steve knows he shouldn't let his kids continue activities during nap time. They don't have to sleep, but this time should be spent winding down and resting, getting ready to transition back into the adult world outside. There's the waiting area for that, too, but what would be a kindergarten without nap time anyway? And once that is done, everyone is hurrying to their families, jobs, and responsibilities. Though they do stop sometimes to exchange contacts or simply continue chatting about their favorite dinosaurs over coffee.

But, true to his promise, he lets Eddie set his blanket next to Steve's bean bag and open his comic. In an act of solidarity, he grabs his own book too, making Eddie smile. 

Steve doesn't wake up his attendees as a rule unless he needs to close up or has been asked beforehand. So he watches a few people stir up and quietly leave after half an hour, others switching to quiet meditation for the next 15 minutes, and when those start to leave, whoever's left usually blinks their eyes open. 

Almost an hour passes when the last person, Chrissy, leaves, waving to them both. Steve looks down at Eddie, who sluggishly waves back, rubbing his eye.

"You should have taken a nap."

"Dun' wanna."

"Uh huh. I can see that."

Eddie glowers at him, but with the childish petulance and being wrapped in a star blanket on the floor, it doesn't do much damage. 

Needless to say, Eddie seems reluctant to leave the child headspace, and Steve has a soft spot for him, so he's going to let him stay in it for a little longer. 

"Do you want to help me clean up?"

"No," Eddie says, but gets up with a yawn, and starts to fold his blanket anyway. Steve shakes his head fondly. 

Together they put away the discarded toys, fold the blankets and put them in the designated cubicles. Without being asked for one, Steve puts a bright yellow star on Eddie's shirt. 

"For helping out." He smiles.

"Thanks!" Eddie grins. "I'm gonna win soon!"

"This isn't a competition," Steve reminds him with a tilt of his head. Eddie scrunches his nose at him.

"Maybe to you. I'm trying to beat Robin. She has too many stars."

Oops. Maybe Steve has been favorizing her more than he thought.

"Does Robin even know about it?" he asks with a small smile. 

"Of course!" Eddie huffs, following Steve as he checks the windows and files away the attendance list. "She says it's because you like her more."

Steve looks Eddie in the eye.

"You know that's not true, I like all of you the same." He needs to have a talk with her about stirring Eddie up.

"Yeah, but you live with Robin!" the boy points out. 

"Well, yeah, but—"

"But she said I can marry you if I win!"

"She said that?" Steve blinks at him, aghast. The talk with Robin will be a long one. 

"She said I need the best friend's blessing," Eddie recalls. "And then I'll be your wife and you'll like me more!" he explains his logic.

Steve can't help his amused smile. 

"Not my husband?" 

Eddie's cheeks turn slightly pink. 

"No."

"No? Why not?" 

"Because!" Eddie stomps his foot and turns around, on his way to the waiting area. 

"Because what?" Steve calls after him, barely containing his laughter. He quickly gathers his things to follow him out.

"Because!!!" he repeats, slamming the door behind him. Steve chuckles to himself. There's a pleasant flutter in his stomach, the already familiar need to protect. With a hint of very unprofessional possessiveness. 

When he enters the waiting room, he can see Eddie struggling to lace his shoes. 

"Need help with that?"

"No!" Eddie answers, still grumpy. 

"Alright." Steve shrugs, nonplussed. "Want your adult juice?"

He's silent for a moment, before muttering a quiet, "Yes, please."

"And there I thought you completely forgot the magic words existed," Steve teases, turning to fix them both coffee. As the express comes to life, he leans on the counter to observe the man. He's stubbornly trying to lace his shoes while sitting, which isn't the best or most comfortable angle. But as he's not asking for help, Steve won't offer it again, no matter how much his fingers itch. 

Only Robin knows how much he wants to lace Eddie's shoes for him, wrap him in a jacket, and send him to work with a kiss to his temple. How much he wants to buy him toys and prepare snacks for when he's too busy to remember about eating.

When he was starting up the daycare, he hoped it would satiate this need most of his dates didn't understand. And it did, to some extent. Until Eddie signed up. 

His friend, Chrissy, dragged him here, all sharp edges and scoffs that tried and failed to hide his shyness and embarrassment. But once he opened up, it was hard to pull him out of it. Both the playroom and the headspace. 

"You have a tattoo project to finish," Chrissy would remind him five minutes after official closing time, already in the waiting room, since adult topics weren't allowed in the playroom. 

"Bleh, adult stuff," Eddie would stick a tongue at her, already brown from his coffee. (Which they would soon start calling adult juice to make it sound more appealing and magical—a potion turning Eddie back into a grown-up.)

The first time Eddie ran up to him in his mismatched socks and a huge grin, showing off the lopsided braids in his hair, telling him, "Look! I'm an elf!" Steve felt all the professional distance leave his body with a piercing shot through his heart.

"You sure do," he choked out. "Let's see if I have a bow and arrow somewhere."

The excited squeal Eddie let out made a shadow of embarrassment pass through him, but Steve quickly squashed it with a warm smile. With a mental note to order a green cape for a proper elven immersion, he realized he's in trouble.

It's been a few months now that Eddie's been coming to the day care, and a month of Steve giving in to his weakness, walking him home until their paths split. He tells himself it's because he's making sure he's coming off little space safely, that it's his responsibility—aftercare, in a way. But he knows Eddie is an adult, at the end of the day, and has Chrissy to take care of him at home. His "help" might be counterproductive, actually, making him feel like he's still in the daycare when Steve's with him. 

But he's held his hand on the crosswalk only twice, so.

Eventually, Eddie gets his laces sorted, even if the knots are a little lopsided. Steve puts lids on their travel mugs and hands Eddie his coffee. 

"Ready?"

"Mhm. Thanks, Da—" His eyes widen at almost slipping up for the second time that day. "Uh, Steve. Sorry. Thank you, Steve," he mumbles, taking a sip of the hot drink. 

Steve loves and hates when he does that. He's been called a dad by the attendees before, which always left him yearning to have someone of his own to call him that. But it seems like Eddie's been slipping up more often as the time passes. It's feeding the possessive beast in his chest.

"Don't worry about it." Steve waves his hand, knowing he'll do all the worrying needed. "I've heard it's normal to want to marry your—"

"No!"

"—parental figure," Steve finishes with a grin.

"No. No, no, no. La la la la la la la." Eddie presses one hand to his ear, since the other is occupied with the coffee mug. "I'm leaving!"

"I thought you didn't want to?" Steve points out, grabbing his things to follow. 

"I changed my mind!"

Eddie waits for him to lock the door anyway, sipping on his coffee and not looking at him. 

"Feeling bigger?" Steve asks him when the key is safely in his pocket and he's ready to go. 

"A bit," Eddie nods. 

"Great! So, any new projects you're working on?"

One of the outcomes of their walks together is learning about adult Eddie—his part time job at a tattoo studio and his passion for music. At first he had the tiniest hope that finding out he's more than a kid he could care for, would tune his feelings down, but no. He finds himself intrigued by adult Eddie as well, could see them becoming friends, and every day, the offer to hang out one-on-one, either with his big or little version, itches at the tip of his tongue. 

He's worried one day it will spill out and the reality will have nothing on the fantasy he's built up in his mind. 

tags: @blasvemous @wheneverfeasible @phantomcat94

[toxicanonymity]

WIP Weds

Welcome to "will this ever see the light of day," where I've drafted three drabbles for this Narcos (Netflix) PWP AU since last fall and posted none of them. Before getting into this AU, I'll post more of The Raid. Send me the energy, please - my amount of unedited fic is out of control. Tagging @whateverloomis @iamasaddie @milla-frenchy @aurorawritestoescape @blakebloodbath @joelmillerisapunk @sunshineispunk @strang3lov3 and you, please 🫵

When your desk phone rang, the sun was setting and you were getting ready to leave the office. You started recording in case it was an informant, but when you picked up, your name was panted. And then, “My–mmm–my office. Now." The call was from down the hall, and before you could muster the ability to speak, the line went dead.

Your chest heated and tingled with the mental echo of her breathy voice. You had your fair share of indecent thoughts about your boss. When the boys and their antics got the best of her temper, you'd have to squeeze your legs together. You scolded yourself for being no better than a man, the places your mind would go when her breasts heaved and her eyes narrowed. You had imagined her a few different ways–spanking you, riding Javi, bringing a drug lord to his knees–but never like this...

Messina was bent over her desk, tits smashed onto some paperwork, hands tied behind her back, hair falling into her flushed face... Steve was manspreading behind the desk in a big leather chair with his belt undone, admiring the scene. "C'mon, doll face," he beckoned you with big, shiny fingers.

You looked at her for permission. She nodded and cleared her throat. “Agent Murphy would like to show you something.” 

The Fic

[sarahowritesostucky]

The fic: "Captain Daddy" x "Little Shit"

An Avengers AU, where team leader Captain Daddy Steve Rogers doms the f*ck out of Little Shit Johnny Storm, because that kid has had superpowers for two minutes and thinks he's the shit and runs the show, but he's actually a hot mess putting everyone in danger and causing problems on a regular basis, and he needs to be put. in. his. place.

And ... go!

[daddytonysbaby]

Sugar-Sweet Steven (67915 words) by Sam_Haine Chapters: 13/13 Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes/Tony Stark, Steve Rogers/Thor, Clint Barton/Steve Rogers, Frank Castle/Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers/Stephen Strange, Steve Rogers/Brock Rumlow/Original Character(s), Steve Rogers/Brock Rumlow, Steve Rogers/Helmut Zemo Characters: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Thor (Marvel), Clint Barton, T'Challa (Marvel), Brock Rumlow, Frank Castle, Bruce Banner, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Helmut Zemo, Peter Parker Additional Tags: Daddy Kink, Dom/sub, Domestic Fluff, Subspace, Post-Serum Steve Rogers, Bottom Steve Rogers, Top Bucky Barnes, Top Tony Stark, Dom Tony Stark, Sub Steve Rogers, Dom Bucky Barnes, Fluff and Smut, Frottage, Steve Rogers Needs a Hug, Choking, Spit Kink, Master/Slave, Feminization, Sloppy Seconds, Top Thor (Marvel), Top Clint Barton, Top Bruce Banner, Top T'Challa (Marvel), Autoerotic Asphyxiation, Rape/Non-con Elements, References to Drugs, Sexual Violence, Violence, Double Penetration, Stuffed Toys, Vaginal Fingering, Body Modification, Age Play, Non-Sexual Age Play, Anal Fisting, Consensual Somnophilia, Double Penetration in Two Holes, Vaginal Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Steve Rogers Has a Vagina, Anal Sex, Object Penetration, Mind Control, Graphic Description Summary:

Steve's a soft boy who needs his Daddies to take care of him.

[justmeinadaze]

Secret Underneath Part 3 (Steddie X Plus Size Reader)

A/N: A lot of this came from the rough week I had and desperately needing Daddy <3

Warnings: Warnings: Sugar Daddies Steve and Eddie/ Baby Fem Plus Size Reader, SMUT, toys (triple stimulation ;) ), dirty talk, nothing too rough just passionate. ANGST, reader has a bad day and needs help feeling better, mentions of her ex (brief mentions of him hurting her and being verbally abusive during their relationship; comments on her weight but its brief), boys mention their fathers as well as touching on their own ex.

Word Count: 5367

You were having a terrible fucking day. 

One of the other teachers you weren’t fond of danced all over your last nerve as if it was her mission. You forgot your lunch because you had rushed out of your apartment late due to not hearing your alarm because you tossed and turned all night. Your AC broke around midnight and by 2am you were covered in sweat. Every time you called your landlord, you were either placed on hold or the line disconnected.

All you wanted to do when you got home was curl up in bed but as soon as you walked through the door you were immediately met with blistering heat. 

Usually you could handle all this, all be it with a bit more snark than normal but you didn’t want to. All of your energy was drained and the only thing your mind could muster was the need to throw things against the wall like a toddler.

Daddy.

You debated on calling them. So far the guys had just given you money willingly after every meeting but you had yet to ask them for anything. Oddly with them, you didn’t want them to feel used. Maybe because of what they told you about previous relationships doing just that or maybe it was because you genuinely enjoyed their company. 

Finally giving in to your brain, you reached for your phone and dialed the number they give you. 

“Hey, honey.”, Steve practically sings as his voice floats through. “How was your day? I was just about to call you.”

“D-D-Daddy…”, you cry, unable to stop the tears as they flow. 

“What’s wrong, baby?”, he asked, his tone changing to that authoritative one that made you feel safe. You told him what happened and how your day had progressively got worse. You could hear him moving around on the other line before the sound of a ding from an elevator caught your attention. 

“Are y-you at work? Fuck, I’m so sorry—”

“No, hey, don’t be sorry. I was going to leave early anyway. I just got ahold of Eddie and he’s going to meet me at your place. Do you feel comfortable sending us your address?” His heart breaks as he listens to you cry harder, his protective, dominate side now fully in the driver’s seat. “Baby girl, everything’s ok. I promise we’re going to get everything taken care of.”

After texting him your address, you wait by the open window as you fan your face and as soon as you hear the knock you run to let them in. The rockstar doesn’t even hesitate as he takes you in his arms. 

“Jesus, sweetheart, you are covered in sweat. Are you okay?” Your gaze kept shifting between him and the mogul as his fingers rapidly moved against the screen on his phone. “Hey, look at me, Y/N. How are you feeling? You’re not dizzy or dehydrated right?”

“No, Daddy. I’m sorry if I bothered you both. I didn’t know who else to call and I’m so exhausted—”

“Baby. Baby, breathe. It’s ok. Don’t ever be afraid to call us or ask for help, alright?”

Someone new knocks on your door, startling you but not them as Steve heads that way. 

“Ed, why don’t you get a bath going for her? Nothing too hot though.”

“Yes, sir.”, he salutes making you smile. “Boy talkin’ to me like he’s my Daddy. Come on, pretty girl, let’s let Stevie do his thing.”

***

In the middle of your bath, the AC abruptly clicked on and you sighed in relief. By the time Eddie had you in a long, oversized shirt and brushing your hair, you were completely at ease. 

“Ok, honey, I hired some of the best people to come fix your unit so it won’t break again for a long while. I also called your landlord and threatened to sue him into oblivion…so your next couple of months are free.”, Steve grins as a he takes a seat on the edge of the bed in front of you. “At some point, doesn’t have to be now or even this month, I would like to talk with you about getting you a new place. You shouldn’t have to argue before someone fucking comes to fix your necessities. I mean YOU pay THEM—”

“Steven, you’re doing that thing again.”, the metalhead chuckles as he places the brush on your nightstand. 

“Fuck. I’m sorry, Y/N. I just hate the idea of you struggling. You deserve all the good things.”

“Speaking of good things, what would you like to eat, babe? Harrington here said you had forgotten your lunch today. We want to make sure you’re fed and full.”

Your head hung as you silently stared into the mattress. 

“Y/N, sweetie.”, Steve coos as he lifts your chin. “It’s ok that you called. You weren’t bothering us and we’re happy to help.”

“I know you said people in the past used you for your money. I don’t want you to think that’s all I want. I DO like you.”

Eddie lightly tugs your hair, tilting your head back so he could kiss your lips. 

“We like you to.”

“This apartment really isn’t that bad, you know.”

“Baby, I just gave you a bath in that closet you call a bathroom and that’s coming from a man who grew up in a trailer.”

“I didn’t know that.”

As you lean back into his bare chest, a pleasant sigh leaves his lips and you rest your forehead on his cheek. 

“I don’t talk about that side of my life. I mean of course people find out but…”

“We grew up in a small town so people gossip.”

“That’s how you two met? Growing up?”

Both men grow silent and you promptly hang your head before crawling out of Eddie’s embrace to head for the kitchen. They follow and as soon as they enter the room, you throw a menu onto the counter.

“I like their pizza and beer special. Don’t worry, Steve, we can get you like a Voss water or something.”, you grin as he tilts his head and you stick out your tongue. 

“I feel challenged. Why do you think I can’t keep up with you and rockstar here?”

“I think you just answered your own question.”, Eddie joked as he leaned over the counter to look over the food options with you. 

***

“Ok…3, 2, 1, GO!”

As soon as the metalhead gives the go ahead, you and Steve puncture the beer can with a knife and hastily chug back it’s contents. You were the first to finish, throwing your hands in the air as the other man trails behind. 

“Jesus, I’m rusty.”

“Yeah, sure pretty boy. Whatever helps you sleep at night.”, you sass as you lean forward to grab another slice of pizza. 

“So this is like your go to stress reliever? Sitting on the floor eating cheap pizza and beer while listening to crap music?”

“First off, rude. My music isn’t crap. Secondly, yeah. During the colder months I’ll put up Christmas lights and just lay here watching the snow fall. I love this city. It’s so beautiful.”

“Were you born here?”

“No, I’m from the south. I moved here because my boyfriend got a job and I wanted to be near him. Obviously, that didn’t end well.”, you chuckle as you take a sip of your drink.

“The asshole that hurt you?”, Eddie growls, his own protective nature slowly creeping in when you nod. “Was he always like that?”

“Verbally he could be a dick but he never got physical like that before. After we moved here it just got progressively worse. He’d say things under his breath or give me back handed compliments. Fucker could dish it out but never take it.

‘You know for how much weight you’ve gained, that dress actually looks pretty good on you.’

‘Aw, gee, thanks. You know, not many men can pull of jeans that tight but with a penis as small as yours I guess you don’t have to worry.’”

Both men laughed making you smile before it tapers off and they glance towards each other. 

“My father was a fucker to. He got in trouble with the law a lot and ended up in prison back home in Indiana. I grew up with my uncle in that trailer I mentioned.”

“What about your mom?”

Eddie sighed as he propped himself up on his elbow. 

“She died when I was really little. She, um, she was a good woman.”

Nodding, you decide not to pry further as you lean back against Steve’s stomach who was also on his side on his elbow.

“MY dad could verbally be a dick like your ex. He made comments like that all the time especially when I was in high school. I was surprised he let me take over his company. My mother isn’t a bad person, she just…I don’t know…her priorities are all out of whack.”

“I’m so sorry you guys experienced that. I actually get along with my parents and I hate being so far away from them.”

“Why didn’t you move back after you two broke up?”, the metalhead asked.

“My job. I love teaching here and I love those kids. They are all so smart and sassy, I love it.”, you giggle. 

Your eyes shift towards the window as you pleasantly exhale, closing your eyes as Steve’s fingers absently began playing with your hair. 

“When did you two decide to do this whole Daddy/Baby thing?”

“We’ve always enjoyed everything that comes along with being a Daddy and not just sexually. Perfect example, seeing your face light up when I told you I took care of everything with the apartment. I like seeing you happy.”

“I mean the same applies in bed to.”, Eddie chuckles. “We like seeing you unravel and tremble because of us. Why did you decide to do this?”

“I’ve always preferred more dominate men who could take control. I didn’t realize they would be so hard to find.”, you smile. “Maybe I was looking in the wrong age bracket. I needed two OLD MEN.”, you tease as the rockstar bites his lip across from you to stifle a laugh. “I’ve never cared about the money aspect that comes along with it.”

As they nod, you take both men in as they continue to relax. Because of the heat Eddie had removed his shirt so you could see how low his jeans really were as his blue boxers peaked out above the waistband. His hair was perfectly fluffed out, just barely resting on the top part of his smooth back. Any time you tried to run your fingers through it, he always made a joke about how tangled it was but you didn’t care especially when his eyes would close and he would hum lightly in pleasure when you did. 

Steve had showed up in his suit and you had yet to see him in anything else but at least in this moment he seemed relaxed. The first time you were with them, he appeared agitated which Eddie had explained it was because the mogul didn’t want you to feel used after your ordeal. The couple of times after, he constantly displayed an air of confidence which wasn’t abnormal with Daddies you met but in this moment when he put that wall down…he was adorable. Even his hair relaxed as the product began to fade, allowing it to move every which way. 

“You both are handsome.”

They had been in the middle of conversation you didn’t realize they were having until you blurted your statement making them pause as they turned to grin your way.

“Thank you.”, Eddie laughed, air hissing through his teeth. “I think it’s time to take away the booze, Stevie.”

“Pfft I’m not that drunk.”, you giggle. “Trust me, you’ll know when I am. I can be mean.” Both men chuckle and make mocking facial expressions as you playfully glare. “I know you don’t want to tell me what happened with your last Baby but… she’s a fucking idiot for not keeping you two around.”

You don’t see but their features falter for a moment before Steve finally collects himself. 

“You’re technically our first Baby.” Your eyes widen in shock and amusement as he nods before popping open another can of beer. “I know. Plot twist, huh?”

“Obviously we talked to other ones on that site but you were the only one that intrigued us and the first we’ve ever met with. Like Harrington said, we like the aspects of being a Daddy which includes taking care of the girl we care about. Individually and together…it just got exhausting after a while jumping from one date to the next trying to figure out their motives. At least this way…there’s some order to it. Another reason we like you is because you ARE up front.”

“So… your last girlfriend must have really hurt you then…if you decided to give up that scene to this.” They glance your way at your comment as a sad sounding sigh escapes you and you pull your knees under your chin. “I’m sorry.”

“Y/N, can we ask for one more favor?”, Steve asks in a serious tone that makes you face him.

“Yeah, Daddy, of course.”

“Have you googled us yet? Or did any kind of snooping?” Both men exhale in relief when you say no. “You wouldn’t lie to us right, baby girl?”

“No, I wouldn’t lie. I wanted to but you wanted privacy. I respect that. Plus, I’d rather you tell me things than for me to read it.”

“Good…good girl.” Eddie praises as you blush. “Can we keep it that way?”

“Yes, Daddy, I promise.”

“What’s going on over there, pretty girl? Why are you all shy all of the sudden?”, he teases eliciting a small squeal as you duck your head into your arms. 

“I’m just glad you two came over. I really needed this.”

“Yeah, honey? Is there anything else we can do for you?”

“Actually…”, you sing. “I got a new toy the other day. Would you like to see it?” After they nod, both men watch you rise to your feet and excitedly run towards your bedroom. When you return, you hastily open the box it came in and produce a pink vibrator for them to see. “I figured since I have two Daddies now I can use this if you both are away. This part is like the normal vibrators you see everywhere but this end here goes into my behind and this little part up here plays with my clit.”

“Have you tried it out yet?”

“No, Daddy.”, you answer Eddie’s question shaking your head. 

“Well, why don’t you, baby? Give it whirl and tell us how it feels.”, Steve instructs in a husky tone that has you biting your bottom lip. 

Tossing aside your comfy clothes, you sit naked before them as your eyes suddenly fleet between each man. 

“May I lean against one of you?” 

You can’t help but laugh when both men turn to each other and without any hesitation or prior conversation begin to play rock, paper, scissors. The metalhead wins, throwing his hands victoriously in the air as his friend rolls his eyes before lifting his body and crawling towards you to place himself behind you. Melting into his touch, you lean your head back onto his shoulder and kiss his cheek as he tilts down to kiss your neck. 

His beautiful large hands softly run up the back of your thighs and hooks them behind your knees making you giggle like a little kid as he pries your legs open. They watch with eager eyes as you squeeze a small amount of lube into your palm and your breath hitches slightly as you lather it between your cheeks. 

Eddie army crawls forward till he’s a few inches in front of your cunt, sighing as he lays his head on his forearm. 

“Fuck, you smell so good.”

Smirking, you glance down to make sure the toy is positioned properly before focusing as you insert all the pieces in their respective places. Your body tenses a bit as you lean your head back and close your eyes. 

“Everything ok, honey?”, Steve whispers.

“Y-Yeah. Fuck… just feels a bit…different.”

“For something about the size of a regular vibrator, it really blocks my view.”, the rockstar whines making you pout. “No, shit, hey. I didn’t mean that as a bad thing.” Quickly pushing up onto his palms, his fingers grip your chin, and tilt you so he can kiss your lips. “As long as I can see your face and hear those pretty sounds coming out of your mouth that’s all I care about.”

As he starts to pull away from you to lay back down, your free hand shoots out to grab his shoulder. 

“Wait…Can you…stay this close to me to. Please, Daddy.”

A shaky breath escapes Eddie at your needy tone before hastily collecting himself and clearing his throat as he tilts back to sit his heels.

“Yeah, baby, yeah. Of course, I can do that for you.”

After pressing the little button, the toy comes to life and your groan instantly hits their ears.

“Jesus.”

“How does it feel, pretty girl?”

You barely register Steve’s question as your body lights up with every kind of sensation, your mouth falling open as a soft uh falls through. 

“He asked you something, sweetheart.”

“F-Feels…feels…good.”

“Hey. Can you open your eyes and look at me?”, Eddie asks as the other man’s lips gently peck between your shoulder and neck. “Y/N, open your eyes.”

At his firmer tone you do what he commands, mewling loudly when you notice his hand had slid down his pants so he could ease the ache of his cock pressing almost painfully against the denim. 

“Good, good girl. Don’t…fuck, you’re so fucking sexy…don’t take them off me.”

Steve’s mouth grazed your ear and his low, husky whispers had you trembling against him. 

“There you go, baby girl. Make yourself cum. You deserve it after the long day you had. After you make yourself cum, your Daddies are going to take care of you, honey. We’ll fuck you till that little brain goes quiet. Fuck, I can hear how wet you are. Makes me so fucking hard.”

Your eyes rolled back as the coil snapped and you pushed back against him as you came. 

“No, hey, no, baby. Don’t run from it.”, Eddie lightly scolded as he grabbed the end of the toy and continued pumping inside of you at a rigorous pace. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Daddy, please.”, you begged as you pushed at his hand.

After delicately removing the toy, he tossed it out of the way, collecting you in his arms, and positioning you so you were straddling his waist. 

“You have to take off your pants.”, you breathily giggle when you feel the cold metal of the button on his jeans against your puffy lips. The rockstar’s eyelids flutter as he grunts in frustration and his arm grips your body to him as he uses his free hand to sloppily push them down his thighs. “Baby, you can let me go to take them off. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Damn right you’re not. You’re ours, princess. Fuck.” As you clung to his neck hovering over his lips, his eyes remained on your face as you slowly sunk down onto his cock. “Can you say that for me? Tell me who you belong to?”

“Mmm—I belong to Daddy. Oh my…so deep.”

“I know, baby, I know. There you go, that’s it. Just ride my dick just like that.”

His palms held the meat of your behind as he guided your movements while you bounced on top of him. Eddie’s gaze never faltered as he continued to take in every little movement that twitched along your features. Every time your bodies connected; your eyebrows scrunched in pleasure. When his length would roughly hit that sensitive spot inside you; your mouth fell open as you panted against his lips.

His favorite part was when either of you moved at a faster pace, you pulled him as close to you as you could. He loved feeling your needy hands pushing against his back to bring him to your chest or when your head fell against his shoulder as your fingers ran through his tangled mess of hair. 

If he could be this close to you all the time he would. 

“Fuck, Y/N.”, he practically growled as he lifted you up and placed you on your back underneath him. His lips roughly kissed yours as he rolled his lower half into your own. “You feel so fucking good. I need you to cum, pretty girl. Please.”

Your eyes opened at the word as his closed in focus, that little crease in his forehead as he thrust at a quicker pace had you swooning as you reached up to cup his cheek. A small smirk flickered across his mouth as he did the same; his thumb absently caressing your cheek. 

“Just like that, Daddy. I’m gonna cum. W-Will you cum with me?”

After nodding, the sound of skin hitting skin filled the room till it was replaced with your whimpers and his grunts as the coil snapped and you both came. 

Steve had been patiently waiting as he watched you both together, stroking his cock as your beautiful moans filled his ears. He desperately needed you but he knew how to wait; you’d be his soon enough. 

After removing all of his clothes, he tossed them to the side, wanting to feel every part of your skin against him this time. As Eddie backed away, the mogul beamed down at you as he took his place. 

“Are you ok, honey?”

He chuckled softly at your lopsided grin as you reached up for him to bring his lips to yours.

“Yeah, I’m ok. I want you.”

“I like hearing you say that. Can you say it again?” 

“I want you, Daddy. I need you.”

Falling onto his side next to you, he guided you to do the same with your chest against his and one of his arms under your head. 

“I just want to be really close to you, Y/N.”, he murmured as his large palm slid down your spine, over your ass, and along your thigh as he lifted it over his hip. Steve only released you long enough to guide his cock inside of you before placing it against your back near the base of your neck. “Fuck, baby, still so wet. Did Daddy make you feel good?”

“So good—mmm—I’ve never…”

“Never what? Tell me.”, he instructions as he continues doing little but deep thrusts into your core.

“No one’s ever fucked me like this…at this angle…”

He can’t help but lightly laugh making you sigh as you smile and lean your forehead onto his.

“We told you, baby girl. You’re with men now. We know how to take care of a beautiful woman like you.”

As he finds a steady, firm rhythm, you feel like you’re going to melt into a million tiny pieces as he stretched you open. Steve’s palm continued to roam your skin as his other remains firmly positioned behind your head, keeping your face as close to his as possible feeling your pussy clench every time he moans into your mouth. 

“That’s it—fuck—just hold on to me, Y/N. Don’t let go.”

“Never.”

You didn’t even realize you said it but they both heard as it fell from your lips. Feeling his pace falter, he pounds into you hard and fast trying to get you over the edge before he cums. Tears streak your face as you tremble against him and while your cunt quivers around his cock he warms your insides as he spills inside of you. 

“Fuck…fuck, fuck, fuck…”, Steve pants as he lifts your head and pushes back the hair sticking to your face. “Are you alright?”

A wide toothy smile greets him as you tilt back and giggle. 

“Yeah, baby. That was perfect.”

“Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get you into a quick shower.”

“Nooooooo, Daddy.”, you whine making Eddie laugh as he jumps to his feet in only his boxers. 

“Come on, ya big baby.”

He starts to tug on your arm like he’ll drag you if he has to causing your smile to grow as you rise to your feet and let him lead you to your bathroom. After putting on his own boxers, Steve trailed behind taking in the things around him. 

Even though the majority of people had music on their phones, you had a small shelf filled with records and a record player. Along your walls were pictures of you with different people he assumed to be your family and friends. As he entered your bedroom, there was a bookshelf filled with reading material and he couldn’t help but smile when he notices a book hanging out that pertained to his business. 

You were trying to learn and understand; he appreciated that. 

What he didn’t like was when he placed the book back down a picture that was nestled in the back binding tumbled out. 

It was you with another man’s arm wrapped around your shoulders. 

Steve heard your laugh as you and his friend exited the bathroom and he held it up in your direction. 

“Where did you get that?”, you asked as your face fell.

“It fell out of this book here.”

Your eyes closed as you sighed, taking the book from his hand and placing it on your dresser. 

“I didn’t know it was in there.”, you mumbled. 

“So you could hide it?”, Eddie asked with a tone filled of accusation. “Who the fuck is this?”

You try to control your anger as you watch the rockstar snatch it from the mogul’s hand as the other man stares at you waiting for an answer. 

“My ex.”

“Yeah, that’s going to require some more explaining.”

“He let me borrow the book. Look, it’s not what you think! I asked a friend to ask him for it. I didn’t even think the asshole would put his fucking picture in there. I don’t even know why he’d do that.”

“To manipulate you and make you miss him.”, Steve growled. “Why are you taking anything from him at all?”

“Can we talk about this later, please? I’m so tired.”

“No, we can’t, Y/N. This is the second time this man is popping up suddenly and after what happened the first time I don’t like it.”

“What part? The part where I still went on a date with him or the part where he assaulted me?”

“Does it matter?!”, Eddie yelled. “Both were fucking awful. Nobody should be putting their hands on you and you are ours. We’ve made that very fucking clear!”

“And it’s crystal clear to me, Eddie. I don’t want to have anything to do with him!”, you scream, grabbing the image and tearing it up. “I try to avoid him as much I can but it’s hard! Fuck, this day sucks so much.”

“Why is it hard, Y/N?”

Folding your arms, you feel your heart start to break as you prepare for the worst. 

“Because we work together! That’s how we met. We went to school together back home and when he got a job here in New York I followed him. He suggested I apply to and to my surprise I was hired to!” You shrug as you wipe the tears that began to fall. “I thought we were going to be together forever. I was a fucking idiot.”

Taking a seat on your bed, your head hangs but after a few seconds the mattress dips on either side of you as Eddie pushes your hair behind your ear so he can see your face. 

“Usually, he just ignores me until he wants something…like last time… Since I started seeing you, now I ignore him and according to idle gossip it bothers him.”, you explain as you roll your eyes at the end. 

“Why didn’t you say anything?”, Steve inquires. 

“Why don’t you about your last girl?”, you snap. 

As he exhales in frustration, Eddie rises angerly off the bed and stomps into your living before coming back with his phone in his hand. Falling to his knees in front of you, he flashes you the screen but when you try to take it from him he pulls it back. 

“Read.”

“Gina Frost, daughter of 90s film star, suing guitarist and business tycoon for palimony.”

Your gaze shifts up to meet his with confusion. 

“H-How have I never…”

“Our lawyer managed to put a lock on our information and we don’t actually go into a court or anything. Not yet anyway…”, he sighs. 

“Can she…I mean…palimony is for a couple not a—”

“Yeah we know.”, Steve cuts you off a bit harshly. “Add that twist into the knife she stabbed into our backs.”

“I’m so sorry. I really am… I didn’t tell you about my ex because I felt stupid and I thought…maybe you wouldn’t want to be with me anymore if I told you. I swear, Steve, Eddie, I don’t have feelings for him. I like you two. I mean I know this is just a…I don’t know…a thing right now but I do enjoy talking to you. I feel safe with you and even though we can’t put a specific label on it I at least consider you my friends. You know…my old man friends that fuck me from time to time.”

They both laugh at your joke causing you to smile as you relish the sound. 

“We felt the same.”, Eddie responds first, guiding you against your pillows as he follows and climbs in beside you. “She took advantage of us and it took us forever to even catch on. We like you to...”

“Very much.”, Steve added as he curled up beside you as well. “We’re not that old, ya brat.”

You giggle as they pull you closer to their sides. 

“Are you safe? From him, I mean?”

“Yeah, he won’t do anything while we’re at work and if he did I would knock him out. That’s what happened last time. He yanked on my blouse and I turned around to punch him. He told people in the school he got in a bar fight defending a girl.”

“Jesus Christ. What a dick.”, the rockstar chuckles. 

“Thank you both for coming over. I really need this…needed you.”

That makes them softly smile as you slowly begin to drift off to sleep. Eddie’s eyes scan his friend’s demeanor as he absently plays with your hair. 

“Steve Harrington, whatever you’re thinking about doing, you can’t.”

“I don’t like him being in the same building with her. What if he hurts her again?”

“She said he won’t. Ah, ah.”, he tuts as the mogul starts to argue. “Don’t get me wrong. I don’t like it either but… that’s not part of our deal. We have to trust her. Unless she asks us to deal with him, we shouldn’t bringing that kind of attention our way.”

“Eddie, I don’t care about that kind of attention. Fuck Gina and fucking popular opinion.”, he growls. “What if…what if we can’t get to her or what if he does something worse… She said he changed after they moved. It just makes me nervous especially with us going out of town soon. I want to know she’s ok.”

“She’s a strong girl and if she needs anything she’ll tell us. We can’t control her like that. We aren’t those kind of men… we aren’t our dads.”

Steve glances his way, exhaling as he reaches over to pat his best friend’s arm. 

“You’re a good dude, Munson.”

“Aw.”, Eddie coos. “Thank you. You’re not so bad yourself, Harrington.”

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[dropofbittersea]

The first time Steve sees Bucky Barnes, he knows he is so fucked.

He can’t be older than 20.

Golden skin and grey eyes with sinfully long eyelashes, a chaotic nest of gelled curls on his head, wearing an almost-transparent grey t-shirt paired with impossibly tight black jeans over his endless legs. He looks up when Steve comes into the lab – summoned by Tony to check out the latest suit redesign – and bites down on his plush lower lip and smiles shyly at Steve.

So, so fucked.

OR

Bucky wants to be Steve's sugar baby, and isn't exactly shy about it.

[alicetallula]

Sub Eddie Week 2024 - Non-Sexual Side - Day 5 : Possessive Steve - 05.05.2024

Here is my late little contribution to @subeddieweek :3 (I'm so late for this 😅)

Day 5 : Possessive Steve - Billy flirting with Sub Eddie and Daddy Steve coming to 'rescue' his babyboy - 05.05.2024

I couldn't help but imagine that Billy would be his flirty little self with Eddie and Steve in that situation

Done using watercolors, ink pens, a metallic ink pen, colored pencils, graphite pencils, gel pens, acrylic paint pens and Photoshop for the light effects

AO3 post / DeviantArt post / Instagram post / Pillowfort post / Twitter post

[wormdebut]

LAST THREE LINES

Rules: post the last three lines you've written and if it has been over a week, write something new in a WIP.

Thank you my love @runninriot for tagging me ✨

I’m gonna tag @just-my-latest-hyperfixation @onirislanding @cuips-not-cute @thisapplepielife

——

“Eddie.” Steve sighs, up against his lips.

Eddie whines. “Not—No.”

Steve leans back, smiles soft. “Baby.”

[runninriot]

WIP WEDNESDAY FRIDAY

thank you so much for the tag @postmodernau 💜

also thank you to that lovely person who started power-reading through The Best You Ever Tasted last night and left me a nice comment which gave me a much-needed push to finally get back to working on part 13. i'm determined to get it done by the end of next week but you never know when life decides to be a difficult bitch again 😌

*minors look away, there's nothing to see*

Steve’s being pushy although he knows that never gets him what he wants. But he can’t stop the words from spilling, can’t swallow his needy demands back down before they're out in the open.

He shuts himself up by closing his lips around the slick head again. But it's useless, too late. Eddie doesn’t need to hear the actual words to know he’s got Steve exactly where he wants him:

Whimpering, begging, desperate.

Steve lets out a frustrated groan when Eddie digs his nails into the flesh of his ass, a harsh warning Steve understands wordlessly - Eddie doesn't have to scold him for misbehaving. He knows he's been bad.

   “S-sorry, daddy. I’ll be good. I’m sorry,” Steve rambles helplessly when Eddie pulls out his fingers, leaving him painfully empty.

   “Please, don’t stop. I said I'm sorry!”

Steve turns to look over his shoulder, feels suddenly extremely exposed when he finds Eddie’s face still buried between his cheeks. And as if he can tell what it’s doing to him – just to be mean – Eddie drags a long, wet stripe from Steve’s balls up to his entrance, thrusting the pointy tip of his tongue inside just to hear him whine; drawing out noises Steve doesn't even recognise as his own.

   “Aww, baby. Don't sound so desperate, it's pathetic. If you want my cock, you gotta work for it.”

   “I’ll do anything, daddy. Just please-“ Steve bites his tongue to keep himself from making the same mistake twice.

Eddie will not give him an inch of his dick where he wants it if he’s being a demanding and ungrateful little brat. Today is not the day to test Eddie’s patience. They both know who would lose that fight.

[justmeinadaze]

Inescapable (Steddie X You)

A/N: This is the events that ties in with this thing here :)

Please enjoy!

Warnings: Older (Early 30s) Prisoner Steddie & Young (Early 20s) Fem college student Y/N, SMUT, public smut, fingering, grinding, LOTS of dirty talk, daddy kink (cause I'm me), female masturbation, handjob (m & m), ANGST, cheating (reader is in a relationship), mentions of her parents not approving of her talking to the guys, reader also mentions bf parents don't like her, readers bf interviews the guys and vaguely mentions things from season 4 like the deaths and starts a fight with them, boys get jealous and angry when promises are broken, cliffhanger ending (because I can :) ).

Word Count: 8533

"You can build a prison of stone and steel, but you merely present the prisoner with a challenge. Any truly determined man will find a way out but love, love is the perfect prison. Inescapable."-- Wilson Fisk (Daredevil)

September 1996

The longer you waited for the system to transfer your call to their cellblock the more your nerves continued to build. 

You had been corresponding with convicts Eddie Munson and Steve Harrington for almost two months so it wasn’t like this was your first time talking to them but there were so many different factors that made you anxious. 

Becoming a lawyer was all you ever wanted to be and you constantly felt like you had to prove yourself since your family was so desperate for you to become anything else. When you were told to pick a case, everyone in your class chose the obvious candidates making your eyes roll especially since there was no challenge in it. So many well-known cases had not only evidence but confessions from the defendant saying that they did the crimes. Manson and Gacy had done interviews constantly incriminating themselves.

Eddie and Steve never once accepted any kind of invitation to do an interview whether it be media or print and they never once changed their stories even in the letters they wrote. A plea deal had been offered for them to plead guilty with Steve serving only 10 years and Eddie with 15 but they declined insisting on their innocence. 

The evidence was lack luster at best and it killed you that their lawyer didn’t do a better job at defending them. You genuinely believed them and what they told you. Add in the fact that their demeanors in their writing never conveyed any kind of hostility or rudeness. 

Both men were always polite and answered any questions you had. They could be intimidating at times but you thought maybe it was just because they were older than you and stuck in a place they never should have been. 

Oddly enough though, you felt safe with them. 

“Hey, Y/N?”, a soft voice flowed through your ears. 

“Yeah, um, hey. Hi. Is this, um, who is this?”

“I’m Steve and Eddie’s on the phone next to me. The prison has a way for three-way calls but don’t worry. We can pay for those fees.”, the man responds hoping to calm your nerves. 

“Hey, sweetheart. It’s good to hear your voice finally.”, Eddie exhales heavily.

Blinking, you hear what sounds like one of them being hit as Steve scolds his friend. 

“Stop it. You’re going to scare her.”

“He’s not…I’m not scared. It’s alright, I just…this is all new to me.”

“What? You didn’t expect to be on the phone with convicted killers?”, Eddie replied bluntly making you laugh a little when you heard the other man sigh in frustration. “You’re going to have to get used to it with you wanting to be a lawyer. Unless you want to be lawyer like Steve’s dad.”

“Oh, no thank you. Tax law isn’t exactly stimulating to say the least.”, you giggle. 

“Ah, I see you tried to reach out to my father.”

“Um, I did. I hope that’s ok. You didn’t say I couldn’t—”

“No, honey. It’s absolutely fine. I say tried because I imagine he ignored you?”

“He didn’t ignore me exactly. I told him I was a law student…I just left out exactly what type of law I was studying.”, you wince on the other end fearing it may alliant him before sighing in relief when they both laugh. “When I started asking about your case he politely told me to fuck off and your mom didn’t answer my calls.”

“How does one politely tell someone to fuck off?”, Eddie asked.

“He’s got his ways. I’m sorry he was rude, Y/N.”

“It’s not a problem. I’m kind of used to parents talking down to me.”

“Baby? Are you hungry?! Oh shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were on the phone.”

Your eyes squeezed shut as your boyfriend called to you in the background immediately silencing the men on the line. 

“Uh, no, Derek. I’m not hungry right now but maybe later?” After nodding, he disappears into your shared bedroom. “I’m so sorry about that.”

“No problem. Isn’t it like nine o’clock? You need to eat something, sweetheart.”

“It’s ok, Mr. Mun—Eddie…I had a big lunch.”

We’ve been writing for two months and you still struggle using our names?”, the man laughs. “You start your letters with ‘em!”

“I know. I know but it’s different.”

“Well, let’s shake out those nerves because I have a feeling we’re going to be friends for a while. You’re Y/N. Who are we?”, Steve instructs with a calm tone that makes you blush. “Come on, pretty girl. Who are we?”

“Steve. Steve and Eddie.”

“Good. Very good. Now can you say it a bit more confidently?”

Glancing around you, you make sure your boyfriend isn’t within earshot before sighing and replying, “You’re Eddie and Steve.”

“You have five more minute on this call.”

The automated voice startled you as you listened to them heavily exhale in annoyance. 

“Alright, princess. We’ll…we’ll let you go but feel free to call us whenever. Like I said…It was so nice to hear your voice. Compared to all the bullshit we hear in here…it’s a nice reprieve.”

You hear a line disconnect thinking they both suddenly disconnected before Steve’s voice flowed through. 

“All of this has been really hard on him, you know?”

“I can’t imagine…”

“But he’s not wrong. It’s been so long since we’ve heard a kind voice directed our way especially one as calming as yours… But, yeah, um, Eddie said call whenever but you know—”

“I can’t call after 10:30pm.”

“You got it, hon. Have a good night and we’ll talk to you later.”

“Good night, Steve”

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 December 22, 1996

“Don’t let my uncle forget to give you the present we got you! We went to every store to find the perfect gift!”

You laughed hard at Eddie’s joke as Steve sighed in fake frustration into the phone. 

“Ok we didn’t but we did scan the Sears catalogue Wayne brought when he came to see us.”

“You guys didn’t have to get me anything.”

“Pfft, please. You’re our friend and you said you got us something so sue us.” You softly smiled when you heard Steve’s smile flow through. You imagined this time of year was exceptionally hard for them and wanted to do what you could, growing fond of them after all this time. “Are you still visiting Derek’s parents for Christmas?”

“That is the plan but I’m a bit nervous. This is my first time meeting them and I’m afraid they won’t like me.”

“Sweetheart, have you met you? They’re going to love you!”

“Shut the fuck up!”

This wasn’t the first time another inmate had interrupted their call. They explained to you that while the phones were in a private-ish area, the common area was still nearby. You never told them but you could hear the immediate change in their demeanor when it happened and it killed you. It was as if their old personalities would leak through before prison reminded them where they were. 

You wished you could have met the men they were before being incarcerated. 

“I’m sorry about that, Y/N. Everyone is a bit amped up with the holidays around the corner. He’s not wrong though. If Derek’s parents don’t like you than fuck them because obviously somethings wrong with them.”

“Steve? You don’t have to always do that… pretend like everything’s ok. Not with me.”

The silence on the other end was heavy but you could hear their steady breathing as they thought about what you were saying. 

“I have to. Not just for you but me to. If I don’t downplay it then—”

“We’re reminded that we are actually in a fucking prison we don’t deserve to be in.”, Eddie added breaking your heart. 

“I wish there was something I could do.”, you whisper. 

“Baby, you have no idea how much you do just by being you. We don’t deserve you, Y/N.”

“Yes you do, Eddie. You and Steve don’t deserve the hell you’ve been through. I wish I could at least hug you both.”

Again, both men were silent and the only sound you heard was your boyfriend in your bedroom as he finished packing the last of his things for your trip. 

“We wish we could hug you to, honey.”

“Yeah especially with the way your letters smell I always imagine you smell exactly the same…so fucking sweet…just like you.”

Their voices had dropped to a register you had never heard from either man before let alone any man in your lifetime. The sound had your heart fluttering as you licked your lips and exhaled.

“Are you, Y/N?”

“Am I what, Eddie?”

“Are you sweet?”

“You have five more minutes on this call.”

“Baby?! I got everything packed but I’m not sure if I’m missing something!”, your boyfriend shouts making you gasp as you jump.

“Fuck. Um, I have to go. I’ll call you guys when I can ok? Bye!” 

Before they even say a word, you hastily hang up the phone. 

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January 12th, 1997

Biting the skin beside your nail, you glance at the other people in the visitor’s center waiting to see other inmates. Some women were dressed in low cut shirts showing off their cleavage making you a bit self-conscious as you adjusted the slightly baggy sweater hanging off your body. This was your first time physically meeting Eddie and Steve and you weren’t sure why but you wanted to make a good impression. 

Quickly throwing your sweater to the side, you fixed your hair before straightening the long sleeve shirt underneath that fit a bit better to your form. Not wanting to seem too eager, you chose jeans telling yourself it was also due to the cold weather.

You weren’t sure if you could bring anything but to be honest you weren’t even sure what would be appropriate. When you met Derek’s parents you brought a dessert that no one ate except your boyfriend as his mother constantly stared daggers at you from across the table. When you went to see your parents, you showed up with small gifts that they always seemed to awkwardly thank you for before giving you gifts as well that were things you could never use. Oddly enough the only person to react positively to you showing up with an item was Eddie’s uncle whose eyes lit up when you appeared at his front door with cake you made. You both shared it as he talked to you about holidays at the Munson household and answered some of the questions you had. 

What do you bring to people who lost their freedom?

Inmates began slowly entering the room and the sudden sounds of partners and parents sobbing as they embraced them overwhelmed you as you closed your eyes and took a deep breath. 

“Y/N?”

When you opened your them again you were met with two tall men towering you. You had read about them constantly and seen their pictures numerus time in different place but having them both in front of you now abruptly overloaded your brain as you rose to your feet. 

They still physically looked more or less the same than the day they were arrested 10 years ago except Steve had a bit more facial hair and Eddie seemed to have more tattoos on his arms. Under their short sleeve white shirts, you could see their muscular arms and abs, again making you self-conscious as you pulled at the bottom of garment without looking. Steve’s hair was a bit longer but a bit frayed as if he had been running his fingers through it before coming into the room while Eddie’s long hair was pulled back out of his face showing off his soft features. 

“Is everything ok? You look scared. Don’t worry, honey, you’re safe in here. No one is going to UMPH—”

Steve’s hands flew up in surprise when you jerked forward and your arms wrapped around his waist. It took him a moment before his own limbs finally circled around you as his cheek rested on top of your head. 

“Fuck me… It’s been so long since anyone except Ed has hugged me.”

At the sound of his name, you released the one man to move to the other who without hesitation took you in his embrace and clung to you tightly as his fingers tangled in your hair. 

Feeling his hands shake against you, you pulled back into time to hear him clear his throat as he turned away from you to run his palms over his face. 

“Sorry, yeah, it’s been a while since anyone has come to see us. Well, except for Wayne.”

Their eyes never leave you as you take a seat and they follow you down making sure to keep their distance until you felt more comfortable. 

“I like Wayne. He’s been incredibly kind to me since I met him. Not that everyone else hasn’t…just hard to get a hold of people. Especially Nancy Wheeler and Dustin Henderson since they no longer live in Hawkins.” Shifting your gaze their way, you notice them staring at you with small smiles on their faces. “I’m sorry. I’m, um, babbling a bit. I’m just a little nervous I guess. Plus, you’re not what I was expecting…aaaaand I’m doing it again. Ok.”

Eddie’s hand gently reaches out to grasp your forearm that was resting on the table.

“It’s ok, sweetheart. There’s no reason to be nervous.”

“What do you mean by ‘not what you were expecting’?”, Steve smirks. “Were you thinking orange jumpsuits and tattoos on our faces?”

“No.”, you giggle. “I don’t know. I guess when you’re only familiar with pictures…seeing someone in person…”

“Yeah, we know the feeling.”, the long-haired man beams your way. “I was right by the way. You smell intoxicating.”

***

February 10th, 1997

You smile as both men continue to laugh at joke Eddie had made while they continue to nibble on the food you brought them. 

“I’m surprised they let you bring this in. Did you drug them with your own set of like pot brownies or—”

“Shhhh!”, you giggle as your hand reaches up to silence the metalhead who casually tilts back and captures it with his own making a silent mental note that you don’t pull away. “The guards here actually aren’t too bad. At first I was afraid to ask but when I did they told me it was ok to bring desserts but they have to inspect it, of course, and then it can’t be in like any glass.”

“And you said you brought this to Derek’s parents and they didn’t like it? I think these brownies are delicious.”, Steve grinned as he sucked some of the remaining chocolate off his thumb. 

“It’s not that they didn’t like it, they just don’t like me.” As you nervously chuckle and glance towards the window, Eddie’s own thumb caresses your skin comfortingly as the other man slides a bit closer to you when he hears the change in your voice. “Before me, Derek was dating this particular girl that his family found more fitting. Kind of like your parents Steve, his are high society and they’ve told him countless times that I’m ‘not a good fit’.”

“The fuck does that mean? You’re perfect.”

“Naw, Ed. Not to the ‘Hawkins Elite’.”, Steve sighs. “My dad was the same. Perfect to them had a particular meaning. It’s fucking stupid because you are an amazing woman.”

Your eyes lock with his as you thank them; his gorgeous honey irises burning into yours. When you notice Eddie is taking you in as well, you laugh hoping to break the tension that had suddenly built as you pulled your hand out of his grasp. 

“It’s…It’s not a big deal. He made sure that night to show me how appreciated I am on the dining room table so.” Your face promptly flushes with embarrassment as you try to hide behind your palms. “Why the fuck did I just say that?”

When you finally found the confidence to look their way, you noticed they were still staring at you but something else had replaced the earlier look in their eyes. Was that…jealousy? 

“Is that the kind of thing that gets you off? Doing something you shouldn’t?”

Trying to brush it off (and ignore the sexy sound of the husky drop in Eddie’s voice), you smirked as you lazily shrugged. 

“Isn’t everyone to an extent?”

“Hm…but not everyone is you.” 

“Steve—”

“Y/N.” At the sound of your name, you closed your eyes as you tried to catch your breath. Feeling a shift in the atmosphere, you lick your lips and lean forward till your forehead lands on his. 

“This is wrong.”

“You like that though don’t you, pretty girl?”  His humid breath warms your tongue as you subtly open your mouth to contain the strong need to melt into the soft sound of his voice. “I bet if I put my hand between your legs that little pussy would be dripping.”

Closing the distance, his lips mingle gently with yours as his large palm cups your cheek. You can feel in his kiss that he’s holding back and the flutters in your stomach desperately want more. Another set of hands takes hold of your face and you’re met with another set of lips that taste like strong nicotine and sin. 

“Fuck, you taste so good. Does he appreciate you, sweetheart? You deserve to be worshipped.”

“Eddie…I—”

“Munson! Harrington! Why don’t you share, huh?!”, another inmate yelled pulling you back into the reality of your situation. 

“Fuck off!”, the metalhead shouted immediately rising to his feet when the other prisoner did the same. 

“Ok, ok, ok.”, Steve tried to deescalate as he quickly stood up and placed himself between both men. “Come on now, guys. Let’s just focus on our own visitors ok?”

Eddie and the man continued to stare each other down before turning back towards their table but to both their dismay you were gone. 

***

February 16th, 1997

“Hey, honey. Is everything alright? You sound like you’ve been crying.”

You sniffled into your phone as you pulled your knees to your chin. 

“Yeah, I’m alright, Steve. I, um, I just got into a fight with Derek and he stormed out.”

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart. You can talk to us about it if you want to. We’re here for you.”, Eddie coos hating that he can’t just pull you to his chest and comfort you. 

“He thinks…I’m too invested in you two. That I spend too much time talking to you and visiting. He…he wants me to stop talking to you. Maybe—Maybe I should.”

“If…if that’s what you want, baby girl. We don’t want to make things harder for you.”

“Do you WANT to stop seeing us?”

“No.”, you sobbed making the metalhead’s heart burst when you didn’t hesitate. “I like talking to you. You both make me feel safe.”

“You know we’d never hurt you, Y/N. Not unless you wanted us to that is.”

When you laughed at his statement both men let out a sigh of relief. 

“What else do we make you feel, pretty girl? Besides safe.”, Steve asked. When you didn’t immediately respond, he took over as he lowered his voice. “Come on, baby. Tell us. Do we make you feel appreciated? Loved? Needed?”

“Y-Yes…”

“Do we give you tingles all over your body?”

“Yes. Fucking everywhere.”, you chuckled making the man smile. 

“Even between those sexy legs?”, Eddie adds, biting his lip when he hears your heavy breath. “Can you do us a favor, princess, and run those soft hands between your pussy? Don’t put them inside you though. Just tell us how wet you are.”

You don’t know why but as the brain fog takes over you do what they ask and slid your fingers between your folds making a loud squelching noise as the pads graze your clit. 

“F-Fuck…I’m—I’m soaked. I like the way you two talk to me.”

“Hm. Never had a man tell you what he wants? Trust us, honey. We fucking dream about how good our cocks would feel buried inside you. If we were free you’d never keep us off you.”, Steve groans feeling himself stiffen in his pants. “We know you like doing things you’re not supposed to. Maybe we’d show up at your school and fuck you in the library while you try to keep from screaming about how you can feel me in your stomach.”

“Steve…please…”

“Go ahead, Y/N. Push two of your fingers in that tight little cunt and pretend it’s you fully seated on top on me in the back of your class as you try to pay attention. At most you can warm my cock the entire time until everyone leaves. I bet you’d like that, sweetheart, huh?”

“Mmm—yes, Eddie, I’d like that.”, you pant as you roll your hips. 

“Jesus Christ, I love hearing you say my name. Say it again, baby, please.”

“Oh God—fuck—I’m gonna…”

You moan both their names repeatedly as the coil snaps and you ride out your high as they listen to your heavy breaths. 

“Such a good girl. You alright, honey?”

“Yeah… I just…I wish I could hold you.”

“We know, baby. Fuck do we know especially with what you’ve been through tonight but we’re going to see you really soon right?”

“In a few days, yeah, but I’ll call you tomorrow if that’s ok.”

“Of course, princess. You can call us whenever you need to.”

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April 19th, 1997

Eddie’s palm held down the corner of your textbook as the wind blew around you. 

Since it wasn’t as cold outside today you were able to visit with them outside near the courtyard at a picnic table under a nearby tree. You told them you were studying for an exam and they insisted you bring your materials thinking they could be of more help. 

“I mean we were punished by the criminal judicial system so you’d think we’d know some of this stuff.”, Steve chuckles. 

“I know a lot of it but when it comes to tests I struggle to retain any of it. It’s like I just panic sometimes.”

“I always had trouble focusing.”, the metalhead adds. “That’s why I failed so much. Oddly enough the GED wasn’t as difficult.”

“When you get out would you want to go to college?”

“Oh, sweetheart. What school would take me when I get out of here?”

“Eddie…”

“He’s got a point, babe. I tried so hard to get into a university after I graduated and even with my sports record no one wanted me. I doubt a prison record will make that easier.”

“That makes me so angry.”, you growl. “You two didn’t do anything wrong. When is your next appeal?”

“Mine is in a month and his is in three.”, Steve sighed. “Let’s not talk about that right now. How are you, Y/N? Beside the tests and school, I mean.”

“Everything’s ok. My relationship with Derek has been a bit strained. He went with me to visit my dad and my father just grilled him the moment he walked in. To remove the focus off of him, he told him that I’ve been visiting you two. That, um, that didn’t go so well.”

“What happened?”

“He just…he doesn’t approve.”

“Y/N, sweetheart, what did he say?”, Eddie soothed as he shifted his body closer to yours. 

“He’s afraid you’re going to kill me like that girl.”, you murmured, panicking slightly when you see the metalhead’s jaw tighten. “You know I’m not afraid of you right? I know you’d never hurt me like that.”

“We know, baby. We know.”, Steve coos as he leans down to kiss your forehead. 

“I wish I could do something to help.”, you reply in that small voice that drives them crazy. 

After quickly taking a look around, he glances down at your skirt and without warning subtly lifts your body as he adjusts it so its further up your thighs. Grasping your leg, Steve lifts it over his own and Eddie slides over till he’s pressed up to your opposite side. 

“Keep looking at your notebooks, honey. Don’t lift those pretty eyes from the paper unless we say ok?”

“Ok.”, you answer breathlessly as excited nerves fill your tummy. 

“Good girl.”, Steve praises as he kisses your cheek and you feel his palm ghost up your skin slowly between your legs. “Fuck me. Are you not wearing panties?”, he whispers making you clench at the needy sound. 

“No…I was kind of hoping…”

“Hoping what? That we’d touch you?”

“Such a bad little girl.”, Eddie teases as he reaches for your hand closest to him and kisses the back before placing it on the bulge in his blue sweatpants. “Just enjoy his fingers, Y/N. We can use you to take care of ourselves.”

“Oh my—”

“Shhhh! You have to be quiet, baby. Don’t want to get caught now do we?”, Steve smirks as you passionately shake your head. As he guides his index between your folds, your free arm wraps around his as you rest your cheek on his bicep. “Did you like that? Eddie saying that we’d use you… Oh Munson, she definitely did.”, he exhales as he wiggles and presses his finger against your clit. 

At the sound of you trying to hide your moan in his arm, Steve tugs your leg further up his own and you suddenly feel his stiff cock through his pants rubbing against your calf. To your left Eddie coughs to hide a grunt that wanted to break free as he placed his hand on top of yours and maneuvered it so you were stroking him over his clothes. 

They both would give anything to feel your body directly on theirs but they knew their window of time was short and unfortunately where they were there was no way to discreetly pull down their pants. 

“S-Steve…pleeeeeeeeease…”

Eddie’s nose smushes against your cheek just as his friend guides two of his fingers into your core. 

“We’re gonna get in trouble, Y/N, if you can’t control yourself.”, he growls as he presses your palm harder against him. “Fuck, your hand feels so fucking good.”, Eddie groans as he kisses your neck. 

“Goddamn, you’re so fucking tight.”, Steve whispers. “I would give anything to—mmph—feel your pussy squeeze my dick. We’re going to ruin you, little one.”

Clinging tightly to his arm, you pressed your face into him as you muffled the screams that wanted to be heard. 

“Cum, pretty girl. That’s it, baby.”, Eddie urged as the coil in your belly snapped. “Good girl. Fuck.”

After sucking your slick off his index, Steve offered his hand to his friend who without hesitation licked the rest of his middle finger. 

“I knew it. I knew you tasted fucking sweet, little girl.”, he grunted as his other palm roughly grabbed your wrist, holding your hand still as Eddie rolled his hips a couple more times before shuddering a bit as he came.

Utilizing both his hands now, Steve pressed your leg harder to his crotch, grinding as subtly as he could till he grunted and his face scrunched as he soon followed. 

Calloused fingers tenderly lift your head and you softly smile when the metalhead’s lips land on yours. 

“I love you, Y/N.”

Giggling, you rub your face into his neck as you inhale his smell of soap and cigarettes. 

“I think that’s the orgasm talking.”

With a firmer grasp, Eddie tilts your chin so his eyes lock with your own. 

“I’m serious. I love you, sweetheart, and I think you love us to.”

As you turn to face Steve, he gently places your leg back down and helps you adjust your outfit. 

“I love you to, honey…very much. You don’t have to say it back or anything. We know that loving us…carries a lot of weight.”

The guards scream out into the yard that visiting hours were about to end and both boys help you gather your books as they walk you back inside. Just like every time before their eyes remain on you not wanting to look away till you’re completely out of sight. 

Pausing halfway out the door, you swivel your body their way and flash them the most beautiful smile either boy had ever seen. 

“I love you both to.”

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May 7th, 1997

“Please be nice to them. They aren’t what people say in the papers.”

“I certainly hope not especially since you talk to them 24/7.”, Derek sassed making you roll your eyes. “I’m sorry, baby. Look, I promise I’ll be good.”

When you don’t say anything, your boyfriend wraps his arm around your waist and tugs you to him, smiling when his lips attach to yours. 

The sound of a throat clearing startled you as a guard lingered in the doorframe with Eddie and Steve in tow. The pain that lingered in their eyes told you they caught your kiss and it killed you. 

“Alright Miss Y/L/N, you and your friend—”

“Boyfriend.”, Derek corrected. 

The officer huffed at the interruption as Steve sarcastically laughed under his breath. 

“You and your boyfriend have this room for as long as you need. We usually use it for interviews for the privacy and if you need anything I’ll be right outside.”

“Thank you, Bobby.”, you grinned politely and the officer nodded his head in return before stepping back outside. 

“Oh, first name basis with the guards. Some people would consider that a red flag, babe.”

“To be fair, her father is a cop so…”, Eddie countered as they both took a seat in front of the camera.

“He IS Mr. Munson but, to be fair, this isn’t exactly his jurisdiction is it?”

As you shakily sigh and your eyes close, you feel shoes lightly tap your shin and when you open your eyes again you are met with their comforting expressions. 

“All right, boys, the camera is now rolling. Are you ready to begin?”

Both their faces twitch as your boyfriend’s flippant tone as he takes a seat beside you across from them. 

“Yeah, kid. We’re ready when you are.”

At Steve’s equally annoyed response, you felt your body tense as you immediately began regretting your decision. The sparing match was about to begin and you were just now aware this wouldn’t be an interview but a fight for dominance like animals in the wild. 

“Perfect! So, Steven Harrington and Edward Munson, you were charged for murder in the deaths of some Hawkins student’s including Chrissy Cunningham who of course the entire country now knows thanks to people in the town spreading awareness and the foundation they created in her name a few years ago. So far, you both have served 11 years of your 25-year sentence… what has that been like?”

“Well, Derek, it’s been no picnic but we have utilized the time wisely. We read and exercise out in the yard. I’ve been reading up on law and we both participate in the group therapy options provided. Eddie was able to get his GED and graduate from high school.”

“Aw that’s nice. It only took a prison sentence for you to finally finish.”, he smiles showing all of his teeth in that sarcastic manner you know very well. “Now, in your own words, can you tell me what happened to those kids that died in 1986?”

Your eyes remained zeroed in on them as they explained what they had told to you and a courtroom numerous times. Someone else killed them and circumstantial evidence made it seem like it was Eddie while a vendetta made it seem like Steve was an accomplice.

“Were you surprised, Steven, when Hawkins Lap retracted their statements in regard to certain Hawkins events including their involvement of the death of Barbara Holland?”

Steve’s eyes fluttered as he tried to hold back the feeling that bubbled in his chest. 

“Yeah, I was.”

“I imagine they did that since Eddie’s lawyer insisted on using them as a defense in this case. There’s only so much a company will allow themselves to be blamed for. What did happen with Miss Holland?”

“Derek…”, you warned.

“She was best friends with Nancy Wheeler who you were dating at the time.”

“Derek.”

“Is that why Miss Wheeler broke up with you about a year later? Or excuse me. She goes by Mrs. Byers now.”

“DEREK!”

“Y/N! You’re not their fucking lawyer so stop interrupting!”

“Don’t talk to her like that.”, Eddie growled as he sat up straighter. 

“Pfft or what? You’ll kill me to?”, Derek replied smarmily as he straightened as well. “Whether you like it or not, you two are criminals and apparently there was at least enough evidence for a jury to convict you BOTH of that. It honestly amazes me that my girlfriend can’t accept that fact.”

“She’s going to be a phenomenal lawyer especially since she doesn’t just look at what’s on the surface unlike everyone else in the town.”, Steve countered making you blush as a small smirk painted your lips. 

“Oh on the surface huh? So, Mr. Munson, you didn’t run after Chrissy was killed? Whether it be because you murdered her or someone else did, you ran and left her behind for your uncle to find, you pathetic freak.”

Eddie rose to his feet as his fists clenched but Steve hastily stopped him as he tried to calm him down. 

“When people go missing you just happen to be around, Mr. Harrington? Add in the fact that you both have similar scars that tells anyone with eyes that whatever you were involved in you did it together.”

“This is over, Derek. You promised me—”

“No, you know what’s over? This little infatuation between you and my girlfriend.”, the man rumbles as he squares his shoulders and faces them. “The letters and phone calls stop today as well as the fucking visitation.”

“No.”

“Excuse me?!”

“No.”, Eddie repeated. “We love her and we aren’t letting her go that easy.”

“Oh please! What can you two offer her?!  You still have another 14 years in here and then what? Your lives will just be smooth sailing from there?! You’ve only known here for one year and I’ve been with her for three! Trust me, guys, she needs a real man. Someone who can take care of her in every way a man should.”

“Oh yeah, little boy? Is that why when you fuck her she’s thinking about us?” 

The room went quiet for a few moments before Derek sarcastically chuckled and shifted his gaze toward you. 

“You want them so badly? Fine. I can’t wait to see your face on the fucking news after they tear you apart. At least I can get a good story out of it. Better than anything else you’ve given me this past year, you fucking whore.”

You jumped, pressing your back against the wall as Steve abruptly flipped the table over with his hand before Eddie charged at the boy and tackled him to the floor. As they began to fight each other, guards ran in to separate them, pinning both men to the floor as they held Derek back against the wall. 

Neither man look your way as officers tugged them to their feet and dragged them out of the room. 

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September 27th, 1997

Steve bounces his leg as they wait by the phone for your call to finally come through. You said you’d call last night but you didn’t and it killed them. They understood you were busy but you made promises to them that they desperately held on to because there was very little to hope for in their current predicament. 

“This really pisses me off, Harrington.”

“What are we going to do about it, Munson? She’s got school and her job—”

“Oh, I see. So her failing to keep her promises is only ok because we’re locked up. Got it.”

“Calm down, Eddie.”

“Don’t tell me to--! Don’t tell me to be calm. If I was free I’d have punished her already but…”

After coming to prison, Steve had a lot more time to get to know who Eddie Munson was and came to find out that they had a lot in common. Their dads were assholes, their moms weren’t present, and they seemed to have a common attraction to being the dominant partner. On nights when he was desperate and incredibly lonely, Steve would sit beside his friend and elaborate about fantasies he had, had in his head since he hit puberty. 

Both men continued to look at the brick wall in front of them as they continued stroking the other’s cock. 

“I just want to push a beautiful girl onto her knees and fuck her gorgeous face a-as she gags around my dick. I want to hold her down against the m-m-mattress and stuff myself so deep inside her till can’t walk.”

“Mmph—that kind of intimacy is…is fucking heaven. To have a woman submit like that…fuck… have you e-ever punished a brat before?” Eddie smiles when Steve shakes his head. “Fuck, man. It’s on a whole���fuck, I’m gonna cum—a whole other level.”

After thrusting his hips upwards, his release hit his friend’s hand but what surprised him was when Steve grabbed the back of his neck and pushes the man’s head onto his leaking cock. The metalhead doesn’t protest, bobbing at a quick pace as the back of his friend’s palm guides him. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. That’s it, baby. Take it. Take all of Daddy’s cum down that sexy fucking throat.”

As soon as Steve had given him everything he had, Eddie patted the man’s thigh before climbing the little latter to his top bunk.

“Hey, Ed?”

“Hm?”

“You know when I talk about this stuff I mean…to like… a partner I’m in love with who consents to it. Like…I would never…hurt someone…”

“I know, Steven.”, the other man chuckles as he places his arms behind his head to stare at the bland ceiling. 

“Hey, Ed?”

“Hm?”

“I didn’t cross a line tonight right?”

“No, Steven, you didn’t.”

“Good because, um, you’re my best friend and you’re, um, kinda the only thing keeping me sane in here. Not just because of the…but because…I trust you.” Steve rolled over to face the wall, closing his eyes as he heavily sighed. “Good night, Eddie.”

The mattress above him shifts slightly until he heard the light sound of socked feet hit the floor. An arm suddenly wraps around him pulling him back into an equally broad chest and another limb slides under his pillow under his head as calloused fingers looped through his. 

“Good night, Steve.”

They never told you about any of that because honestly that was none of your business. To them, it was survival and both men trusted each other more than anyone else. They had been through so much and knew truths that no one else did. This was sacred and special to them and they were terrified of people turning it into something dirty. 

Not that you ever would or mock them in any kind of way but they just weren’t ready to reveal that part of them to you and were pretty sure they never would. 

“We’ve never gone that far with her. I mean she said she likes it rough and we’ve said some things but we haven’t truly set up the dynamic. How do we even do that in here?”, Steve sighed. 

“Add in the fact that as soon as she calls us Daddy or Sir we’re going to want to fuck her which we can’t.”

Both men chuckle as a sad sigh leaves their chest. 

“Can’t we?” At Steve’s words, Eddie’s eyes flicked his way as he leaned against the wall behind him. “I mean a ton of the prisoners here have contraband brought in. There has to be a guard or two here who doesn’t mind bending the rules for the right price.”

“Steve Harrington, you’re playing with fire.”

“I know but—“

“Harrington! Munson! Call coming through for you!”

Both mean exchanged a glance before picking up their separate lines. 

“Y/N?”

“Hey! I’m so sorry. I know I said I’d call an hour ago but I fell asleep. I cut back some of my hours but still. These classes are so difficult.”

“We were really worried about you. We get worried when you don’t call and you missed our last visit, sweetheart.”

“I know. I’m sorry. This will never happen again. I promise!”

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October 9th, 1997

Their demeanors were completely different this time than the many other times you had come to see them and you knew why. 

It was so hard to keep up with your school and work schedule as well as keep constant contact with two men who had a set schedule of their own set up by the prison. You were doing everything you could but you could tell from their fire filled expressions it wasn’t enough. 

“I’m sorry.”, you reiterated as they continued to glare at the table in front of them. “I really am. I’m doing my best to—”

“It’s not enough.”, Steve growled making you blink at the audacity. 

“I’m…I’m not doing this on purpose. I told you guys junior year was going to be a bit more demanding but I’d do everything I could—”

“You do everything you can yet you still make promises and don’t follow through.”

“I’m sorry I’m fucking busy, Eddie! I don’t know what else you want from me!”

Fingers dig into your bicep as the metalhead yanks you till your face is inches from his. 

“Lower your fucking voice, little girl.”

The action startles you for a second before your eyes glare back at him as your teeth clench. 

“You’re hurting me.”

As you yank your arm from his grasp, you can’t help but sigh as you see a slight glimmer of pain flash through theirs. They really did miss you and hate being away from you but unfortunately due to the circumstances they had zero control of the situation. 

“I really am trying to cut down some of the stress so I can call and see you both more. Like I said, I cut back on my hours at work and this kid in my class offered to help tutor me. He’s one of the top students in my year so I really think he can help me.”

“He?” Your head tilts at Steve’s question as both their energies shift into something new that both frightened and turned you on. “Well, that’s nice to know, Munson. First she’s working at a bar till two in the fucking morning with drunk men fucking flirting and eye fucking her and now she has a male tutor she’ll be spending her time with! No wonder we haven’t heard from her. Little whore as all she needs at home!”

Your mouth fell open as he shouted at you, feeling hurt before the anger took over. Rising to your feet, you grab your bag but as you start to walk away, Eddie grabs your wrist. 

“We are not done talking, Y/N. We’ve put up with the disrespect for the past few months because we know you’re going through a lot but missing calls, visits, and now this? No.”

“Let me go now.”

Without releasing you, they both rose to their feet and crowded your space till Steve’s nose was touching yours and Eddie’s lips were hovering near your shoulder. 

“You’re ours, Y/N.” Steve’s eyes scan your face as your breathing stutters at his low gravelly tone. “And you will listen, little girl.”

“I’m NOT a little girl.”, you grumble back. 

“Then stop acting like one.”, Eddie adds. “Now, be a good LITTLE girl and listen to what Daddy says. Sit. Down.”

The smirk that dons his friend’s face at the title has your pussy clenching as his eyes remain locked on yours. It feels like centuries before you finally collect your bearings and shake the fog that had begun to cloud your brain. 

“Fuck you both.”

After shoving Steve’s chest hard, you quickly powerwalk out of the visitor’s room. 

***

October 12th, 1997

You woke up with a splitting headache in a room you didn’t recognize with someone’s arms wrapped around you a bit too tightly. Prying out of the boy’s grasp, you throw on a nearby shirt and tiptoe to the bathroom. 

Your eyes were still heavy from all the tears you had cried these past few days. You missed Eddie and Steve terribly but you couldn’t bring yourself to reach out again. You couldn’t believe their sudden change in behavior and how they spoke to you. Had the signs always been there and you just never noticed?

They had admitted once that they weren’t jealous of Derek because they cheekily declared that “that little boy can’t make you feel like we do.” Why were they so angry about your tutor and your job? Maybe it was because school and the bar took up a lot of time whereas Derek really didn’t. Because of his own classes he was always coming and going and whenever he was present he always seemed distracted. 

To be fair, you did make promises you struggled to keep but it’s because you were so excited to finally talk to them you genuinely planned to go see them. You would literally count the minutes till your classes were done, promptly run home to shower and be ready by the time you told them but as soon as your head hit the pillow as you waited, you would pass out. 

Maybe you just needed to find something you could do on campus so you weren’t up so late at work. Yeah it would be a bit of pay cut but you could make it work. 

When it came to their attitudes, you hoped you could talk to them and tell you how it made you feel. How did it make you feel? Belittled, angry, annoyed, hurt, degraded…aroused… You had never experienced the brain fog with anyone else other than them. The headspace just seemed to come naturally when you were around them or listening to them talk. 

Even if it was them just listening to you chat about your day, you felt that giddy feeling dance through your body down to core. Any time they praised you especially after doing something you knew you shouldn’t be doing; you felt a high like no other. You hadn’t told them but you had had many dreams of them suddenly appearing somewhere you were like class or the bar and having them fuck you roughly as they spanked you, pulled your hair, and held you down as they made you theirs. 

Your favorites were the ones where they were in your bed and had you tied to the headboard as both took their time with you as you begged and pleaded with them to make you cum. Your lips would ghost their own as their rough hands roamed your body and left bruises you would welcome the next morning. Their eyes would never leave yours as they took from you they wanted and you would repeatedly moan, “Daddy, please.”

Eddie mentioned the title during your last visit and from Steve’s expression you knew he enjoyed it as much as you did but they had hurt you so badly. 

You sigh as you exit the bathroom and quietly grab your pants. 

I’ll give them a few more days to cool off and then I’ll go visit them so we can talk.

As you slide on your shoes, your eyes shifted towards the Polaroid camera resting on the bedside table. 

Fuck me. I hope I didn’t do anything stupid with that thing last night. 

***

October 13th, 1997

Eddie growls loudly as he tears up your letter and throws it in the trash can nearby while Steve continues to stare at the picture of you allowing this boy to kiss what was theirs. 

“Give me that, Steven. I’m going to fucking burn it—”

“No… No. She’s playing the game, Ed. She made this move because she thinks we can’t do anything about it.”

“Because we can’t. UGH! Maybe we jumped too quickly, man. It just fucking hurt us because we don’t get to see her everyday so when she says she’ll call and she doesn’t… “

“Yeah…” Steve taps his fingers against his knee while Eddie takes another drag of his cigarette. “Maybe it’s time to have a talk with her. Show her how much we do care and how much it breaks our hearts when she breaks a promise.”

“She won’t answer out calls or letters.”

“Then we should go to her.”

The metalhead blinks as he nervously chuckles before his friend’s straight face meets his. 

“Nope. Nope. Nuh huh.” As the man begins to walk away, Steve runs after him and tugs on his arm to stop him. “Do you know how much trouble we can get in for even having this conversation? You talk to one wrong person, Steven, and we could be stuck here for another 10 fucking years.”

“What if I found the right person?”

“I…what…how?”

“How much money do you have?”

***

October 31, 1997

You faked a smile as you handed your cash to the cashier and grabbed your bags of candy as you headed for your car. Tonight, you were planning on a night in with some of your friends while handing out treats to some of the neighborhood kids. 

Truth be told, you didn’t want to do anything except curl up in bed and eat the chocolate you bought. You had tried calling the prison a few times but they informed you that neither inmate was accepting calls or visitors at this time. You sent a few letters but hadn’t received anything back as of yet. 

You missed Eddie and Steve so much and it killed you to not be able to speak to them. 

After pulling into your driveway, you hastily checked your mail before running inside to get everything together. 

Once your hair was styled and you slid on your red spaghetti strap dress to make you look like Cher in Clueless, you take a seat on your couch as you wait for your friends to arrive. 

Leaning forward, you decide to sift through the mail pausing suddenly as all the other letters fall to the floor. The envelope was marked from them like all the others and your heart did flips as you hugged the paper to you. 

As you tore the paper open, you half expected to see a lengthy note detailing how much they missed you to and when they’d want to meet with you so you could finally talk. Your stomach dropped as you read and reread the only two sentences written on the single page they sent. 

“Trick or treat, little girl.

See you tonight. 

--Steve & Eddie”

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Okay, maybe getting it on in the bathroom during the summer office party at Steve’s work wasn’t the best idea, but in Bucky’s defence, watching Steve, who already looked like the hottest thing on the planet in his blue linen suit, talk corporate and command the room had sent his libido sky-rocketing. He’d been so handsy when Steve had stepped down from the podium, already starting to float around the edges of subspace, that Steve had had no option but to hustle him away before he did something that even out-raged an exhibitionist like Tony Stark.