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there’s something so special to me about the idea of being the person who breaks steve harrington’s dry spell.

and he’s so whiny and pathetic about it, cramped up with you on your twin bed, because heaven knew college dorms didn’t have space for a queen — his hips pushing up in little aborted thrusts almost uncontrollably as your spit-and-pre slick hand works him up and down. he’s soaking, blurting out sticky beads with every squeeze of your hand at his sensitive tip.

“fuuuuuck,” he’s moaning, dry throat clicking as the words stumble out, gravelly and desperate, “feels so good, need more— babygirl, please.”

it’s so easy to slide down the length of him, your hot insides taking him inch by inch like it’s nothing, like he’s not so thick that you can feel him pulsing in you, like one clench will set him off with no stopping. you throw your head back, moaning quietly as you begin bouncing up and down, rocking on him with a feverish desperation.

it’s like steve can’t control himself, head thrown back and that gorgeous, mole-flecked neck bared as he bites back on choked up moans, his massive hands gripping onto the fat of your waist to keep you moving. he’s using you as leverage to thrust his hips up into yours, the wet clicking sounds of soaked bodies filling the space left between agonised moans.

he’s all-consuming, the bitten off cries that spill from steve’s plush lips as he finally opens his eyes to look at you, watches you in awe with those fucking eyes that made you melt for him in the first place, “oh fuck,” he groans, watches where your bodies meet like he’s hungry for it, “lemme cum inside, please, baby i can’t stop it.”

it’s violent, the way your orgasm is ripped from you at those very words, the way he looks at you in some sort of ecstasy as you shudder and cry out, deep heat blooming in your core and making your body shake.

“yeah, yeah, so hot, god baby—“ steve rocks your hips back and forth with a grip so hard that you know his fingers will leave bruises, grinding up into you so filthy and deep that you feel the way his length jerks as he spills inside of you, gasping like he can’t catch a breath — forcing you down so you can’t wiggle away from the overstimulation.

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there’s something so special to me about the idea of being the person who breaks steve harrington’s dry spell.

and he’s so whiny and pathetic about it, cramped up with you on your twin bed, because heaven knew college dorms didn’t have space for a queen — his hips pushing up in little aborted thrusts almost uncontrollably as your spit-and-pre slick hand works him up and down. he’s soaking, blurting out sticky beads with every squeeze of your hand at his sensitive tip.

“fuuuuuck,” he’s moaning, dry throat clicking as the words stumble out, gravelly and desperate, “feels so good, need more— babygirl, please.”

it’s so easy to slide down the length of him, your hot insides taking him inch by inch like it’s nothing, like he’s not so thick that you can feel him pulsing in you, like one clench will set him off with no stopping. you throw your head back, moaning quietly as you begin bouncing up and down, rocking on him with a feverish desperation.

it’s like steve can’t control himself, head thrown back and that gorgeous, mole-flecked neck bared as he bites back on choked up moans, his massive hands gripping onto the fat of your waist to keep you moving. he’s using you as leverage to thrust his hips up into yours, the wet clicking sounds of soaked bodies filling the space left between agonised moans.

he’s all-consuming, the bitten off cries that spill from steve’s plush lips as he finally opens his eyes to look at you, watches you in awe with those fucking eyes that made you melt for him in the first place, “oh fuck,” he groans, watches where your bodies meet like he’s hungry for it, “lemme cum inside, please, baby i can’t stop it.”

it’s violent, the way your orgasm is ripped from you at those very words, the way he looks at you in some sort of ecstasy as you shudder and cry out, deep heat blooming in your core and making your body shake.

“yeah, yeah, so hot, god baby—“ steve rocks your hips back and forth with a grip so hard that you know his fingers will leave bruises, grinding up into you so filthy and deep that you feel the way his length jerks as he spills inside of you, gasping like he can’t catch a breath — forcing you down so you can’t wiggle away from the overstimulation.

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steve harrington babygirl user

yeah, totally not based on the delete ya demo at all :)

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there’s something so special to me about the idea of being the person who breaks steve harrington’s dry spell.

and he’s so whiny and pathetic about it, cramped up with you on your twin bed, because heaven knew college dorms didn’t have space for a queen — his hips pushing up in little aborted thrusts almost uncontrollably as your spit-and-pre slick hand works him up and down. he’s soaking, blurting out sticky beads with every squeeze of your hand at his sensitive tip.

“fuuuuuck,” he’s moaning, dry throat clicking as the words stumble out, gravelly and desperate, “feels so good, need more— babygirl, please.”

it’s so easy to slide down the length of him, your hot insides taking him inch by inch like it’s nothing, like he’s not so thick that you can feel him pulsing in you, like one clench will set him off with no stopping. you throw your head back, moaning quietly as you begin bouncing up and down, rocking on him with a feverish desperation.

it’s like steve can’t control himself, head thrown back and that gorgeous, mole-flecked neck bared as he bites back on choked up moans, his massive hands gripping onto the fat of your waist to keep you moving. he’s using you as leverage to thrust his hips up into yours, the wet clicking sounds of soaked bodies filling the space left between agonised moans.

he’s all-consuming, the bitten off cries that spill from steve’s plush lips as he finally opens his eyes to look at you, watches you in awe with those fucking eyes that made you melt for him in the first place, “oh fuck,” he groans, watches where your bodies meet like he’s hungry for it, “lemme cum inside, please, baby i can’t stop it.”

it’s violent, the way your orgasm is ripped from you at those very words, the way he looks at you in some sort of ecstasy as you shudder and cry out, deep heat blooming in your core and making your body shake.

“yeah, yeah, so hot, god baby—“ steve rocks your hips back and forth with a grip so hard that you know his fingers will leave bruises, grinding up into you so filthy and deep that you feel the way his length jerks as he spills inside of you, gasping like he can’t catch a breath — forcing you down so you can’t wiggle away from the overstimulation.

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steddie / reader — to want

a/n: just a baby ramble :) more parts in the works if anybody reads this and would like! pls let me know. 18+, fem!reader

you like hanging out with steve and eddie, really you do – but sometimes they go somewhere else, like all couples do; a loaded stare or a shared cigarette and suddenly you don't know where to look, what to do with your hands.

worse still, you can’t figure out for the life of you when you started picturing yourself in the middle.

it seems to hit you all at once, that bone deep ache mixed with the hot flush of shame when your eyes linger on their mouths for seconds after they part.

eddie’s nudging you with the edge of his sneaker from his spot above you on the couch.

"hey. where'd you go, space case?"

at his side, steve reaches for his pepsi and you wonder if eddie can taste it on his mouth.

“sorry.” you plaster on a smile, but you’re a million miles away. stomach flipping, trying desperately to remember what anybody had been talking about for the past five minutes. you come up blank.

eddie starts it. settles back against the cushions again, sliding his legs further apart and throwing one arm behind steve.

“feeling left out, is that it, huh?”

steve frowns. your heart burns in your mouth now, burning sick at the back of your molars. “eddie, leave her alone.”

you know he isn’t being cruel. know he’s only teasing, know he won’t expect you to react the way you do.

“fuck off.”

there’s no conviction in your words. you can’t even look either of them in the eye.

a beat passes in silence. from the corner of your eye, steve’s big hand in a warning squeeze at eddie’s thigh. “you want a kiss too, sweetheart?”

your hands fly to your temples in anguish. “what the fuck is happening right now?”

eddie cackles, not unkindly. lightly, suddenly, like it crept up on him.

steve kicks into gear beside him, tutting in disapproval. he’s so pretty, even when he’s frowning, though right now you can’t figure out what for.

“let me. you kiss like a fucking animal —you’ll scare her.”

eddie rolls his eyes despite the growing smile that splits his cheeks.

you feel more than a little sick all the sudden. dizzy and breathless like you've just come back from a run.

steve seems to watch all of this transpire on your face, and his voice is spun silk when he speaks again. “wanna come up here?”

“there’s no room.” you rasp. eyes glued to the spot where their thighs press together.

“sure there is, honey.”

they have to do a bit of shuffling, relocating two or three cushions to the floor — but sure enough, a gap emerges between them on the couch.

eddie turns sideways as you slot into the gap, legs crossing awkwardly to knock knees with your bare skin. steve’s hand is a weight on the small of your back.

“is this okay?”

okay. it's not in the first round of adjectives that come to mind, nor the second or even the third.

you nod in lieu of an answer, and steve mimics you with a soft smile. “do you think i could kiss you now?”

the reply gets caught in your throat, eyes flitting helplessly to eddie at your side.

"if you guys are fucking with me, i swear to god—"

“hey." eddie warns, suddenly stern. "does it look like we're fucking with you?"

if eddie kisses like an animal, steve kisses like a husband. like he loves you already. warm and soft and wanting. fingers urging your jaw wide as he licks into your mouth.

you’re so caught up you don’t even notice eddie wading in at your side until his lips brush against the pulse point at the line of your throat and you whimper into steve’s mouth.

“shit.” steve pulls away from your lips with a smack and meets eddie’s eye where he's tucked into the crook of your neck. fire churns under your skin — right hand tangled in the back of eddie's curls and the left flush to steve’s thigh.

steve fixes you with a look, heavy with a different sort of kindness now. eyes dark, lips tingling.

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

your legs widen instinctively as his thumb smooths across your cheekbone.

“i’ll-,” you rasp. “i’ll keep a tab open.”

eddie laughs against you, canines grazing your throat. steve’s grin is beatific.

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remind me to never use an em dash again for fear of being accused of using ai by anons 😅

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how do i make this about eddie coming back

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couple thousand words of steve harrington porn dropping later… teaser under the cut 🫠

Steve's breathing catches as you guide his cock over your pussy, the slick head catching on your folds, a low groan escaping his throat when the sensitive glans rubs through your combined releases. "You’re so messy," he murmurs, watching your hand work him between your legs, like he’s caught in a trance. His fingers tighten on your thighs as you move, his thumbs brushing over the soft inner skin and making you whine quietly.

"You're gonna make me come just like this," he admits, voice strained. His cock is fully hard now, thick and leaking against your pussy. He’s like a man possessed when he leans down to capture your lips in a messy kiss, tongue sweeping into your mouth and licking over your teeth as you continue your teasing, relishing in the way his sensitive length kicks in your hand.

You feel your cunt flutter at Steve's confession, a new gush of wetness dripping from your entrance, "Yeah?" You ask in earnest against the damp heat of his mouth, continuing the motion of sliding his cock head up and down, slipping and catching with each motion.

"Yeah," Steve groans, the word thick with need as he breaks the kiss to watch what you're doing, his damp forehead pressed to yours. His hips jerk almost uncontrollably when you pull him harder against your clit, needy grunts flowing from him in sharp bursts, “Fuck, baby—“

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Steve Harrington fic recs (18+) TBC!

You and I (back at it again) - by @lighteyed

He’s an idiot -by @mild-lust

Kind eyes - @naihvty

Will you still love me tomorrow - by @stevesxyellowxsweater

NSFW Alphabet by @alwaysteveswife

Steve fucks you in his car by @wroteclassicaly

All roads lead to you by @erin-bo-berin

Hands on you - by @usedtobecooler

Steve’s shy girlfriend - by @cherrychilli

Steve’s so horny, he cries - by @wroteclassicaly

Crying during a movie (fluff!) - by @sugarsfics

Fuck, marry, kill - by @spicysix

Fat cock harrington - by @stevenose

Curiosity is killing me - by @piastrinorris

Give me more - by @strangelyunfinshed

Sleepyhead - by @harringtonhurst

Reader needs reassuring - by @littlemissaddict

Promptober day thirteen - by @upsidedownwithemmy

Bad idea - by @abibliophobiaa

A little taste - by @judeswhore

Yes sir (series) - by @lonelysatellites

You’re the one I want (series) - by @thelastofharrington

Relax, lay back - by @superblysubpar

Loser boy- by @puppy-coded

Steve fucking you in scoop-ahoy break room- by @usedtobecooler

Feel good - by @lovebugism

Hold me a little more - by @reanimated-alice

Back to you - by @alwaysteveswife

Steve and a spit!kink - by @stvharrngton

Your boyfriend is in a band - by @supernovafics

I may be hot but i'm not blind – by @multi-fandom-imagine

I miss you, i'm sorry - by @sunshine-daydreams0809

Tipsy, touchy - by @munsonify

Your letters to my heart - by @ronweasleysleftnut

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hurry up and wait

steve harrington x fem!reader x eddie munson

honestly idk what this is, but I was clearly in A Mood.

18+, MDNI┃3.1k

cw: smut, cockwarming, piv sex, kinda sub!reader & sub!steve, kinda mean, dom-ish eddie, implied voyeurism, r referred to with she/her pronouns, hair pulling, one slap.

The air in the room had grown hot and stifling, condensation starting to steam up the windows and diffusing the muted blue light that filtered in through the glass. Steve’s broad hands rested at your hips, and you could feel every tremor of his body underneath yours. His muscles quivering, his grip tensing every couple of seconds so his fingertips dug into your soft, doughy flesh.

He kept his lips pressed together, trying to stifle the whines and whimpers that fell out of him with every torturous passing second. But you were so wet, so tight around him, he thought he might die right there enveloped in your heat.

And he would do so, happily.

“Eddie, p-please,” you mewled, turning your head trying to catch your boyfriend’s eye as he stalked around the bed. “Please let him move, it hurts…”

The pitiful lilt in your voice was laid on a little thicker than intended, but it seemed to have the desired effect. Eddie smirked as he came around to stand over you, his fingers snaking into your hair, to grasp it at the root and squeeze.

It made you clench around Steve and he huffed like a bull trying not to charge.

“What hurts, princess?” Eddie tutted. “Is Stevie’s big cock too much for you?”

Probably, yeah, you thought as your head shook against his firm hold.

It was certainly longer than any other you’d taken. Thicker too, excluding Eddie’s. Seeing it bare the first time, arousal surged in between your legs at the thought of it filling you. And as you straddled his lap and sank down onto him so, so slowly, every inch made you question your sanity.

He’d been nestled deep inside you for almost ten minutes now, both under strict instruction not to move. Not allowed so much as a wiggle to make yourself more comfortable, unless of course Eddie gave you permission to do so.

Even your hands were restricted to remain in one place, his on your hips and yours on his shoulders, palms brushing the edges of the soft down of hair in the middle of his chest, hot and sweat-slicked.

And with every passing minute, you’d only grown more desperate, more pathetic and needy, more pliant and willing to do just about anything if it earned you the sweet release you craved.

But you suspected it would be a while yet before you got it.

Eddie’s grip tightened again to yank your head back, and the sting on your scalp made you wail. Steve’s cock twitched inside you at the abject sound, his eyes trained on your parted lips and the vast expanse of your bared throat, practically begging for his lips and tongue and teeth.

He then had to watch as Eddie acted out the very thought currently running through Steve’s head, flattening his tongue at the base of your neck to lick from from your collarbone to the underside of your chin. Eyes slanted to stay locked on Steve’s, never dropping the other man’s heated gaze.

Steve’s hips squirmed, aching to thrust, his baser instincts begging to let them take control so he could fuck you like the animal he was.

It only made you cry out more, and Steve wished he could kiss an apology up the other side of your neck to your ear. If he could, he’d wrap you up in his arms as tight as he possibly could and babble out praise about how brave you were being, how well you were taking him, how long he had been wanting to do this—

“Someone else is having trouble too, huh?” Eddie chuckled, his dark eyes glinting as he tipped your head up to see the pained look on Steve’s face. “I know that pussy feels good, just look at him trying not to blow.”

Your clit throbbed, seemingly in time with every twitch of Steve’s cock. It felt as if you were trying to balance on the head of a pin, ready to fall off in every direction all at once. You shivered, the heat of Eddie’s breath in your ear as he pushed his face against the side of yours to whisper in it.

“Why don’t you do that thing I like?” he purred, loosening his hold and sliding his hand down the length of your spine. He splayed his palm wide at the small of your back and rubbed it in a circle.

Breathless, you nodded as your eyes met Steve’s, gaze softening as if to apologize for what he had coming. You didn’t lift off of him, just started to swivel your hips over his, panting as you felt his cock prodding your walls. The motion forced your clit to rub against his base, his coarse hair getting sticky with your spend. Eddie’s hand sped up, signaling you to do the same.

Steve’s head thunked against the headboard as it fell backwards, barely padded by his thick hair, the sensation of you on his cock threatening to make his brain liquify. His throat bobbed, veins in his neck bulging as blood rushed to his face, his freckled skin flushing a deep scarlet.

Eddie smirked hearing the plaintive sounds you made as you found your rhythm, a steady and yet determined grind as painful as it was pleasurable.

“Thought this is what you wanted, sweetheart,” Eddie cooed at you, a soft sound in your ear that only sent more chills running down your spine. “That’s how you got yourself in this mess, isn’t it? ‘Cos you couldn’t wait?”

He was right. If you really wanted to kiss someone, all you needed to do was ask. Eddie liked watching sometimes. Guys, girls. People he picked, people you picked. And he especially liked it afterwards, when he got free rein to remind you who you really belonged to. But that night, you’d been too reckless. Too hasty. Too greedy.

It was an accident. It didn’t mean anything. It was one little kiss—a kiss that was more than worth this punishment, if you were being honest.

You’d always kind of had a thing for Steve. It was practically impossible not to with his good looks and his boyish charm and his floppy hair and his kind eyes. But you would never do anything. You would never act on those feelings.

Not when you had Eddie to give you everything you wanted and more.

Had it not been for the party, for that unfortunate drinking game where you and Steve drained your drinks faster than everyone else, it might have never even happened.

You and Steve might never have stumbled into the kitchen looking for snacks. You might never have leaned into him or wound your arms around his waist as breathy giggles fluttered in your chest and butterfly wings flapped in your stomach. You might never have leaned in and let his lips brush yours when Steve’s nose nudged at your heated cheek, trying to get you to turn your face toward his. You might never have kissed him back.

But of all the people you could have kissed, Steve wasn’t the worst pick.

He wasn’t quite an “ex” but you knew that he and Eddie indulged in some...not so platonic activities in the past. Steve, who always had to act so tough and confident and cool and together, had found Eddie’s influence rather illuminating. He’d learned an awful lot about himself during those trysts.

How he liked to be under someone’s thumb.

How he liked to be told what to do.

How he liked to be used. 

And the stories Eddie told you only further piqued your interest in the former king of Hawkins High. Because, much like him, you’d also come to enjoy Eddie’s domineering side. It made you wonder on more than one occasion what it might feel like to be between them. A kind of middle ground…

Being used by one, and you using the other. 

The kiss had been good. Torrid and desperate and consuming. The feeling of it rippled through you like a live current, like lightning in your veins. It zapped your body with instant relief, and in the same instant you were overcome with a morbid excitement at the thought of being found out.

You and Steve were both far too shy, for lack of a better word, to do anything like this without the excuse of liquid courage to fall back on. And by doing it somewhere you could be caught so easily …it was almost like you wanted Eddie to see.

And he did see. When yours and Steve’s swollen lips parted, hot breath mingling as you panted heavily into one another’s mouths, the sound of Eddie clearing his throat was the only thing that stopped you from diving right back in all over again. He stood in the doorway to the kitchen, leaning on his shoulder against the frame, smirking into his beer as he took a swig.

He said nothing, though. Just let his eyes scan up and down your bodies still tangled up together, Steve pressing you up against the cabinetry.

It wasn’t until later, after the party petered out and all your other friends had gone home, that Eddie even acknowledged your existence.

He coolly instructed you and Steve to go upstairs and to take off all your clothes.

To sit on the bed and wait.

Now, here the two of you were. Just a couple of life-sized dolls for him to arrange and play with. A pair of puppets for your master.

“That’s enough,” Eddie said with a light tap to your tailbone.

Your nails dug into the meat of Steve’s shoulders when you stilled your hips abruptly, shivering as you came down from the high you had steadily been building up to. Eddie pushed his face in close, not even looking at you this time.

“You ready to move, Stevie?” he asked, practically in a whisper.

“Yes, fuck, please, can I?” Steve let out a quick, shuddering breath and you felt how his muscles spasmed under your hands as his hold on your hips tightened.

“Okay,” your boyfriend conceded with a wicked smile, “but only when I say.”

Eddie straightened and crossed his arms in front of his chest, his biceps bulging and the tendons in his arms standing out gloriously under inked skin. You were positive Steve could feel you getting wetter just at the sight if the breathy little gasp he let out was any indication.

What followed was some perverted version of Red Light, Green Light.

In his low and gravelly tone, Eddie locked his eyes on Steve’s and uttered the solitary word, “Go.”

Steve inhaled sharply and his eyes cut back to your face, his brow raising in a final silent check-in. You nodded instantly. Eagerly.

After having to sit so still for so long, the feeling of finally pushing his hips up is enough to draw a deep groan of satisfaction from his chest. Even if he couldn’t draw them back all that much, it’s enough to feel the slide of his length inside your walls and the way they stretch to welcome him in.

It’s not enough, though.

He tries circling his hips instead and starts to grind them up into your heat, taking a few tries to find the right angle—but they’re all perfect as far as you’re concerned. You let out a long, low moan and your head rolls on your shoulders, unyielding ache between your legs finally subsiding.

But almost as soon as Steve got going, Eddie called out, “Stop.”

The boy inside you obeyed, but not without letting out the tiniest little huff of frustration. He tucked his chin to his chest, drawing in another deep breath as he struggled to bring himself down just as you had.

His head of messy, tousled hair was all you could see, innumerable strands of chestnut brown locks in an artful disarray, all piled on top of and criss-crossing over one another. It made you want to bury your hands in it. Your fingers literally twitched from wanting to so bad.

A few more rounds followed. Stop. Go. Stop. Go. You lose track how many times Eddie calls them out, how many times Eddie lets Steve get you as close to the edge as he possibly can before you’re unceremoniously yanked back from the precipice.

And however bad it is for you, it’s so much worse for Steve.

He’s twice as desperate as you are by a mile. Every time he has to stop, you can feel his core clenching and his legs twitching under you, like he’s trying to kick them and can’t. He’s long past the point of using words, his eyelids drooping shut and straining to stay open he’s so pussydrunk and braindead.

Only when Eddie stands over him, pushing a hand through his hair to rake back sweaty strays, does he seem to wake up a little.

“Okay, Stevie,” Eddie cooed, low and syrupy, “you ready to really fuck her?”

Steve nodded, sending the hairs Eddie just fixed flopping forward into his shining eyes. Eddie’s own glinted with satisfaction and he scanned over you.

Limbs trembling. Thighs shaking. Lips swollen from biting down on them hard enough to draw blood. Head hanging on its hinge like it’s too heavy to lift.

But you do lift it. Just enough to look him in the eye, to flash him your round and pleading gaze he loves so much. To give him the tiniest nod when he lifts his brow at you in a silent check-in.

To see him nod at Steve.

Steve shifted underneath you and planted his feet on the bed. His gaze cut sideways and his eyes locked with Eddie, poised for instruction.

“Go.”

Steve’s hips bucked, nearly lifting you off the bed. He thrust up into you as hard as he could, clearly having lost whatever semblance of restraint he’d been clinging onto the whole night. He used his hold on your hips to slide you forward to meet his every stroke, your bodies undulating together.

The wet plap plap plap of his thighs hitting yours grew faster, both of you sneaking glances over at Eddie to see if he was going to stop you again.

He gave no indication either way.

Your pussy clenched and squeezed around his length, hips struggling to match his pace until you gave up entirely, giving yourself over to his motions, the peak of your pleasure rushing towards you once again.

Close, you were close, you were so, so close, you were gonna—

“Stop.”

“FUCK!” You cried out, not even caring how feral you sounded anymore, “Fucking shit, goddamn it Eddie, just let me cum, please—”

The sharp crack of his palm across your cheek was shocking, but not a surprise. Your eyes welled with tears immediately, having been teetering on the verge of crying for what felt like an eternity. It was actually a relief to let off some of the pressure that built up in your chest, but it was short lived.

“Is that what you call me?” Eddie’s voice boomed, loud enough to rattle the walls, “Or are you so drunk on his dick you forgot who I am?”

“M’sorry, sir,” you blubbered, tears trickling down your cheek that still stung from his slap.

You felt Steve’s hands tremble on your thighs, like all he wanted to do in that moment was reach up and soothe the burn.

“That’s better,” Eddie said, eyes still steely as he reached out for you. “Now say you’re sorry to our guest for that dirty fucking mouth of yours.”

He laid his hand on your cheek, seemingly to turn your head forward, but the way he held it there for a few seconds after felt more like an apology. 

It still tingled when he dropped his hand, but his touch had dulled the pain.

“Sorry, Stevie,” you said, practically in a whisper. Eyes big, round and wet.

“It’s okay, angel,” Steve answered, giving your thighs a reassuring squeeze.

Then, sensing an opportunity in this moment of calm, Steve looked to Eddie.

“Sir?” he said meekly, the picture of an obedient pet, “c-can I kiss her?”

All the air rushed out of the room, the three of you falling deathly quiet in the wake of his question.

Eddie’s eyes were dark, his anger that boiled over briefly reduced to a low simmer as he weighed Steve’s request in his head.

At last, his chin dropped in a deep nod.

Steve lifted one of his hands and cradled your jaw tenderly. The pad of his thumb smoothed over your wobbly bottom lip, stilling it. He drew close to drag his nose along the apple of your cheek, letting his plush lips skim your skin that was still buzzing from Eddie’s strike. He licked his lips and they parted as he blew cool air on it, making shivers skitter down your spine.

Your mouth fell open and your eyes fluttered closed, giving yourself over to the feeling of his blunt fingertips stroking the sensitive skin behind your ear, his whole hand sliding back to hold you by the nape of your neck.

He could feel your excitement as you pulsed around his length, your hot center aching with need, stranded at the edge of your orgasm. His fingers slid into your hair, massaging at the roots until you let out a little hum of contentment. Your head dropped back, your neck stretched before him once again. Still begging for his attention.

This time, he mouthed at its graceful lines that flowed from your chin and jaw down to your collar bones and the slope of your shoulder. His lips left a trail of wet patches as he planted open-mouthed kisses all the way up, up... 

He found the sensitive patch of skin behind your ear and you gasped when he grazed it, shivers making you writhe and squirm on his lap. 

Finally, finally, he let your mouths meet again and your tongues twisted and swirled in a dizzying sort of dance. Head spinning like a carousel.

Eddie watched, silent and appraising, his gaze stern and hard. He kept his arms crossed in front of his chest, forcibly ignoring the insistent throb of his own cock in his pants. But when Steve’s other hand lifted from your other thigh and he cradled your face fully in his grasp to deepen the kiss, his strong brows drawn in concentration, not even Eddie could resist anymore. 

He palmed himself lightly, rubbing over the bulge in his jeans and along his zippered fly, grunting in approval at his toys putting on a good show.

The thought only made him that much harder.

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obsessed with the idea of eddie munson making you hold his cum in your mouth instead of swallowing, just because he wants to further the defiling of your body.

“show me, baby,” his voice is soft with an edge of demand, thumb and forefinger pinching your chin and shaking your head gently with the grip, “open up for me.”

you let your tongue loll out over your bottom lip, feel the mixture of his release and spit drip from the tip of it and paint your chin in a debauched display. your eyes crossing slightly with the effort of looking up at him, feeling the ridge of his thumb touch the flesh of your tongue, undoubtedly being coated with the milky spend.

“filthy.” he muses, a smirk on his features as he takes in the sight of you laid bare on your knees for him, chest heaving with the need to snake a hand between your legs and relieve your own ache. “fuckin’ beautiful.”

you hiccup a shuddery breath, feel the cooling liquid spill down the sides of your chin and drip down your neck in rivulets, dipping into your collarbones and drying there.

eddie looks between your watery, red-rimmed eyes and your mouth like he wants to fucking devour you, two fingers swiping messily through the slippery trail on your chin and snaking into your mouth.

your lips close around the base of his digits on sheer autopilot, pleasure coursing through your veins as you suck and lap at his fingers, moaning as you finally get to swallow down the heady, musky taste of him.

he thrusts his fingers in and out of your slick lips, cackling this beautiful sound that shoots straight to your core, “that’s it baby, you’re so dumb for it. it’s all muscle memory for you, huh? suckin’ any part of me down that you can get.”

and he’s beautiful like this, looming over you like a god painted in alabaster flesh. dominant in his stance, his usually warm eyes hardened with a hint of something dangerous as he pushes those fingers deeper, deeper, deeper.

until he’s curling his palm around your chin, those fingers still leaving you gagging and spluttering, and shoving you onto your back.

[usedtobecooler]

obsessed with the idea of eddie munson making you hold his cum in your mouth instead of swallowing, just because he wants to further the defiling of your body.

“show me, baby,” his voice is soft with an edge of demand, thumb and forefinger pinching your chin and shaking your head gently with the grip, “open up for me.”

you let your tongue loll out over your bottom lip, feel the mixture of his release and spit drip from the tip of it and paint your chin in a debauched display. your eyes crossing slightly with the effort of looking up at him, feeling the ridge of his thumb touch the flesh of your tongue, undoubtedly being coated with the milky spend.

“filthy.” he muses, a smirk on his features as he takes in the sight of you laid bare on your knees for him, chest heaving with the need to snake a hand between your legs and relieve your own ache. “fuckin’ beautiful.”

you hiccup a shuddery breath, feel the cooling liquid spill down the sides of your chin and drip down your neck in rivulets, dipping into your collarbones and drying there.

eddie looks between your watery, red-rimmed eyes and your mouth like he wants to fucking devour you, two fingers swiping messily through the slippery trail on your chin and snaking into your mouth.

your lips close around the base of his digits on sheer autopilot, pleasure coursing through your veins as you suck and lap at his fingers, moaning as you finally get to swallow down the heady, musky taste of him.

he thrusts his fingers in and out of your slick lips, cackling this beautiful sound that shoots straight to your core, “that’s it baby, you’re so dumb for it. it’s all muscle memory for you, huh? suckin’ any part of me down that you can get.”

and he’s beautiful like this, looming over you like a god painted in alabaster flesh. dominant in his stance, his usually warm eyes hardened with a hint of something dangerous as he pushes those fingers deeper, deeper, deeper.

until he’s curling his palm around your chin, those fingers still leaving you gagging and spluttering, and shoving you onto your back.

[usedtobecooler]

obsessed with the idea of eddie munson making you hold his cum in your mouth instead of swallowing, just because he wants to further the defiling of your body.

“show me, baby,” his voice is soft with an edge of demand, thumb and forefinger pinching your chin and shaking your head gently with the grip, “open up for me.”

you let your tongue loll out over your bottom lip, feel the mixture of his release and spit drip from the tip of it and paint your chin in a debauched display. your eyes crossing slightly with the effort of looking up at him, feeling the ridge of his thumb touch the flesh of your tongue, undoubtedly being coated with the milky spend.

“filthy.” he muses, a smirk on his features as he takes in the sight of you laid bare on your knees for him, chest heaving with the need to snake a hand between your legs and relieve your own ache. “fuckin’ beautiful.”

you hiccup a shuddery breath, feel the cooling liquid spill down the sides of your chin and drip down your neck in rivulets, dipping into your collarbones and drying there.

eddie looks between your watery, red-rimmed eyes and your mouth like he wants to fucking devour you, two fingers swiping messily through the slippery trail on your chin and snaking into your mouth.

your lips close around the base of his digits on sheer autopilot, pleasure coursing through your veins as you suck and lap at his fingers, moaning as you finally get to swallow down the heady, musky taste of him.

he thrusts his fingers in and out of your slick lips, cackling this beautiful sound that shoots straight to your core, “that’s it baby, you’re so dumb for it. it’s all muscle memory for you, huh? suckin’ any part of me down that you can get.”

and he’s beautiful like this, looming over you like a god painted in alabaster flesh. dominant in his stance, his usually warm eyes hardened with a hint of something dangerous as he pushes those fingers deeper, deeper, deeper.

until he’s curling his palm around your chin, those fingers still leaving you gagging and spluttering, and shoving you onto your back.

[usedtobecooler]

[usedtobecooler]

damn three months go by fast huh

[usedtobecooler]

Joe Keery as Stephen Malkmus Range Life: A Pavement Story