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Steve fucking reader over the Family Video counter?

ahhhhh yes ,, i love a good opportunity to push steve to his limits, and reader for that matter hehehe ♥

thank u so so so much for ur patience btw, i know u requested this a while ago ,, i've just been a busy bee dealing w some personal things ;w;

nsfw (18+) - minors dni !!!

word count - 3.1k

tags/warnings - sub/brat!reader, daddy!steve, public sex, praise, pet names, fingering, unprotected p in v (obligatory don’t do it irl lol be safe out there y’all), creampie, u know the drill (aka i am nothing if not predictable)

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fic under the cut ,, thanks so much for reading and i hope u like it !! ♥

It wasn't incredibly often that you would find yourself desperate enough for Steve's attention to go bother him at work-- there's a time and place for everything, of course, and you knew that well, but...

Family Video was facing a pretty nasty understaffing issue since the school year started; a common, annual issue to be expected with jobs like this that tend to employ mostly teenagers over the summer. You can't say you didn't see it coming, but that didn't make you any less bitter about it considering that Steve's manager just expected him to pick up all those extra shifts now that he wasn't tethered to high school anymore. Perhaps it was your own mind hyperbolizing the situation, but for the past few weeks it truly felt like Steve wasn't home at all, and even when he was home, he was far too tired to play with you.

Now... that just wouldn't do, would it?

You pushed the door open with your two hands, stepping out of the chilly autumn air and into the video store with an audible ding of the bell just overhead, a bell that signaled to Steve and Robin that there was a new customer to attend to-- only you weren't really there to buy anything. It was less than an hour before close-- the orange sunset cast a cozy sherbet color over the shelves of tapes and the racks of popcorn and colorful candy, the same products that tinted the air with a certain sweet, theater-like aroma that followed your lover home every evening. It was an ambience that many people found comfort in, and certainly you used to as well, but not so much anymore. Now it only served to remind you of the very place that took so much of his time away from you.

Roused by the sound of the bell, Robin poked her head up from a book she was reading behind the counter, smiling as she greeted you casually, “Oh, hey, (Y/N)!”

“Hey, beautiful,” You greeted in return, forcing a half-smile through your frustration as you made yourself busy skimming this years selection of horror films. “Where’s Steve?”

Robin nodded her head towards the far right corner of the store, where you saw Steve walking some other girl through the romantic comedies. You felt a bit jealous, not because he was really doing anything wrong, and definitely not because you didn’t trust him, but because you were so truly starved for attention at this point that you would have given anything to be that girl right now... as pathetic as that might be, which you were fully cognizant of.

“Thanks,” You replied, sighing softly as you returned the tape you were eyeing to its rightful place.

You didn’t want to interrupt him while he was helping someone, so you chose to bide your time continuing to browse the new arrivals, but while you may have been looking at them, you weren’t really paying much attention. It was hard to think through the thick fog of need that had been building up inside you for so long, your thoughts racing through images of Steve at his finest, hot and sweating and moaning above you, gripping your hair like you’d disappear if he let go, whispering the filthiest shit in your ear while he drove into you--

“(Y/N)?” The warm, familiar sound of Steve’s voice cut through the static, and you looked up from the tape you were holding to see him right there in front of you. How long had he been standing there? “What’s up, babe? Robin said you were looking for me?” He asked innocently.

You weren’t really sure how to respond. Part of you wanted to just maul him where he stood, but you were right in front of a window, and even then you weren’t exactly alone right now. You shook your head as if you were shaking off your sinful thoughts, before gazing up at him with your widest, saddest puppy eyes. “Daddy, I miss you,” You whined quietly, clutching at that stupid fucking vest that he somehow managed to look good in. He flustered almost immediately, cheeks flushing with cherry color, which you took as both a sign of success, and as a sign to continue. “I-I miss you, a lot...”

He let out an unsure breath, resting a hand on your shoulder as he eyed Robin awkwardly-- she was deeply invested in her book, and presumably hadn’t heard a word. He turned back to you, speaking lowly, “Sweetheart, I’m working. Can’t you wait until I get home?”

You shook your head ‘no.’ “I’m sick of waiting,” You griped. “It’s been weeks, daddy, I want you now.”

After a quick dart of the eyes towards the counter, worrying over your volume, he reassured himself that Robin wasn’t paying attention before turning back to you with a rather patronizing scoff. “Now, huh? You sure about that?”

Suddenly shy by his tone, you frowned dramatically before burying yourself into his chest, nodding eagerly. “Can’t you take a break or something?” You spoke into his shirt. “Come on, Stevie, this place is working you to the bone...”

But he simply chuckled, patting your back. “No, honey, I can’t just ‘take a break’ half an hour before close. I’ve already had mine, and so has Robin.”

While his choice of words might have been a bit discouraging, you noted the mischief in his tone, the hint towards something more. Steve wasn’t really disagreeing with you, he just wanted you to beg for it.

Typical of him.

“Come on,” You groaned, tugging at his vest again, pulling back just enough to look up at him. “Can’t you figure something out, get off early today? Please?”

“Hmm... I don’t think so, baby. Lots of work to do around here, y’know?”

“Steve...”

“What?”

It was overtly obvious that he was being infuriating on purpose, and as you fumbled for a response you only found yourself red in the face-- he’d talked you into a wall. Steve loved doing that, evident in the way his grin widened.

But, tonight, you didn’t plan on giving up so easily.

Pulling back from him, you crossed your arms over your chest and knitted your eyebrows together, looking up at him with an expression of pure, unadulterated discontent. “Are you saying you’d rather be stuck here, selling VHS tapes and M&M’s to high school kids, instead of spending time with your girlfriend?” You sassed. Of course you knew it wasn’t true, but you also knew it’d get a reaction out of him.

And it did.

“That’s not fair, and you know it,” He was quick to rebut. “It’s not my fault you’re being a needy little fucking brat about it.”

You faked a gasp. “A needy little fucking brat?”

“Hey, watch your language,” Steve spoke lowly. “And your volume, please.”

You couldn’t help but smirk, taunting him right back, “Or what?”

To your surprise, Steve said nothing-- not to you, anyway. He took the tape you were holding right out of your hand, returning it to the shelf, before making his way over to Robin behind the counter. She hardly even noticed him at first, so absorbed by whatever she was reading that she almost flinched when he spoke up behind her. “Hey, Robin, you’ve got that thing with Vickie tonight, don’t you?” He asked.

Robin peeked up at him over the top of her book, brow raised in suspicion. “Yeah... why?”

“You should head out early, go get ready and whatnot. I can close up shop.”

Robin cast an unsure glance at you before turning back to look at him. “What about (Y/N)? I think she really misses you--”

“She agreed to stay and keep me company. Isn’t that right, (Y/N)?”

Now all eyes were on you. Suddenly you were nervous, and just as confused about his intentions as Robin was. Thinking it best to just play along, you nodded with a warm smile and said, “Y-Yeah, of course, you should go have fun, Buckley. God knows you’ve earned it.”

“Uh... okay. I’m gonna stop asking questions before you change your mind, I guess,” She shrugged, sliding a bookmark between the pages before grabbing her bike helmet out from beneath the counter. “See you lovebirds later.”

You said your farewells to her as she passed by you on her way to the door, leaving behind only you, Steve, and the elephant in the room with a parting ring of that bell. There was a beat of silence as you both watched her leave, and then you turned to look at Steve with curiosity. He was still behind the counter, perched up on his two hands, eyeing you with an expression you could barely read.

Finally, he said, “Well, are you gonna come over here, or are you just gonna stare?”

Face burning, you made your way over to him at the counter, leaning over the glass to give him a kiss, figuring you would just have to deal with some making out and heavy petting for now, until he was finished closing the store-- but, to your surprise, he leaned back just as you’d leaned in, his eyebrow raised at you like there was something you weren’t getting as you stared at him with your lips puckered.

“...What?” You asked, voice small, but tinted with annoyance.

“Behind the counter, sweetheart,” Steve clarified. “C’mon.”

Odd. You followed his direction, joining him where he stood, but you were hardly given a chance to inquire further as he grabbed you at the waist, turned you in his arms, and bent you over the counter. The breath fell from your lungs, causing you to let out a shocked squeak. The two of you were in the direct line of sight of anyone who might dare to walk through that door, the open sign threatening to invite exactly that scenario, and you were positioned to stare straight at it. This was quite purposeful on his end.

You swallowed thickly. “S-Steve, aren’t you at least going to lock the door?”

He chuckled into your hair, pinning your arms behind your back with one strong hand and flipping your skirt up with the other. “No,” He answered simply. “We’re still open. You’re the one who so desperately wanted to play now... I’m just giving you what you asked for.”

A textbook case of malicious compliance-- also rather typical of him.

Your words failed you as he drew two fingertips up the length of your soaked panties-- that, in and of itself, was irrefutable evidence of your arousal. “Already so wet for me,” Steve mused, finding your clit through the fabric with practiced ease and applying just enough pressure to keep you dumb and compliant. “You like this, don’t you? You like knowing that anyone could walk through that door and catch you getting fucked back into your place over this counter? That anyone and everyone could know just how naughty you’ve been today, and exactly what I plan on doing about that?”

Washing over with humiliation, you shook your head rapidly, but you could hardly stop yourself from pressing your hips back further into his touch. “D-Daddy, what if we get in trouble?”

“You’re already in trouble, honey,” He laughed, pushing aside your panties so that he could feel the full extent of your arousal. “You just let me worry about that, ‘kay?”

Jaw dropped in stunned pleasure, you could only nod, wiggling your hips closer to him again in a silent plea for him to get on with it. “So fucking needy,” He chuckled under his breath. “Just relax and let me take care of you, doll, alright?”

Again, you simply nodded, willing yourself to hold still as his fingers dipped inside you, but you should have known that he wanted to hear you say it.

With a quick, unexpected swat to your ass with his free hand, Steve encouraged you, “Use your words.”

Your eyes screwed shut-- your anxiety could hardly stand to watch the door any longer. “Okay, daddy,” You sighed softly, taking your bottom lip between your teeth. “I’ll be good.”

“Good,” He hummed, sliding deeply inside of you down to the knuckles. “That’s what I like to hear.”

He reached forward with his free hand to steady you by your hip as his thick fingers pumped in and out of you so slowly that you could tell he was just trying to toy with you, or, in his own words, to put you back into your place. A quiet, impatient groan fell from your lips as you tried as hard as you could to keep still for him, to satiate his demand.

Lucky for you, Steve’s patience was already wearing just about as thin as yours-- his recent distance from you wasn’t easy for him, either, he was just better at hiding it. His ministrations continued only for a few minutes, just until he was confident that you were properly prepared to take him, and then he withdrew from you in a move that was sore for the both of you.

But it wouldn’t last long. Your eyes fluttered open in excitement at the sound of him fumbling with his belt. Obediently you chose not to move, gripping your own arms behind your back right where he’d placed them earlier, a nicety which he’d certainly taken note of with a soft praise of, “Good girl,” under his breath. His words alone brought another hot rush of wetness to your core.

He finally freed himself from the restriction of his jeans, dragging the weeping tip of his hardened cock up the length of you to wet himself with your arousal. The contact alone made you jump, eager for him to get on with it, but his own desire for you wouldn’t have you waiting for too long. In one smooth motion he gripped your hips again, sliding his engorged cock into your pussy with a low, satisfied growl.

You let out a whine, forehead dropping to the cool glass countertop beneath you as he buried himself inside you down to the hilt.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” He sighed, stilling inside you for a moment just to savor the feeling. “Got what you wanted now, hm?”

“Y-Yes, God yes...” You moaned, only wishing you could see his face. There were few better feelings in the world, if any, than being filled to the brim with the length of your lover. “Thank you, daddy...”

“You’re welcome, bunny,” He chuckled breathlessly at your manners as he began to rock into you, knuckles whitening as his grip on your hips strengthened, and he began to lose himself to the sensation of your slick cunt wrapped tightly around him. “Aren’t you lucky you caught me in a good mood today?”

You weren’t sure whether he expected a response from you or not, so you nodded anyway, still biting your lip as you hummed, “Mhm...”

“Fuck, you feel like a dream,” Steve grunted, the sound of skin on skin flooding your ears, the force of his hips rocking your softened body over the counter at a measured pace. “I’ve missed this, missed fucking you 'till you can't walk right, and feeling your heart beat around my cock..."

Jesus Christ. Your words failed you as you soaked up his praise, that fire in your core burning hotter and brighter by the second. It was fair to say you were a bit sensitive given the space between you two recently, but you wanted for nothing more than to last as long as you could, to bask in the feeling of his cock dragging over your quivering walls and bumping into your cervix. A thin sheet of sweat misted over your body, leaving you sticky and hot and uniquely uncomfortable in your clothes. You couldn’t bring yourself to care whether or not someone might walk in and catch you anymore-- everything fell together so blissfully. You could hardly think straight through the pleasure at this point.

Taking note of your weakness, and your distraction, Steve let a hand slide forward over your hip to toy with your clit, rubbing gentle, ghostly circles into your swollen jewel, making you cry out and let go of your own arms only to grip the edge of the countertop for stability. While he would usually call you out for disobeying his direction, he could hardly bring himself to care with the way his own head spun with pleasure-- he knew he was pushing you to your limit already, but selfishly, he reveled in the way you clenched around him in response to such stimulus.

Steve bore his fingertips into your skin as he held you tightly to him, turning you in his hold so that you were now on your back, all without bothering to remove himself from you. Your chest heaved with a pathetic sob at the complete and utter sensitivity that occupied every inch of your inner workings, and the increasing difficulty of staving off an orgasm against his unforgiving treatment. He continued to bore deeply into you, hips snapping forward with relentless fervor as he chased his own end.

“Are you gonna cum for me, pretty baby?” He beamed down at you, cheeks flushed pink, his beautiful chestnut hair dampened with sweat.

It took you a moment to gather the words through the thick fog of lust that had settled over your thoughts, but once you did, you wasted little time answering him. “Yes, daddy, please--”

Your speech was cut off as he reached between the two of you once again, two fingertips circling over your clit at an incredible pace, as if he was really trying to drag it out of you. The pace at which he thrusted into you was faltering, each snap of his hips slightly more sloppy and primal than the last, indicating his own looming finish. Your legs were already shaking, hooked behind his back like you’d just crumble to dust if you let go, and that coil deep within you tightened at an alarming rate. Your head fell back with a soft bump to the glass as you lost yourself to his ministrations.

Soon enough Steve buried himself as deeply inside of your dripping cunt as he could possibly manage, warmth flooding your core as his seed spilled out into you-- that feeling was the final nail in the coffin for you, and almost simultaneously, your own cum gushed out around his cock in waves.

As you both fought to catch your breath, Steve pulled slowly out of you and watched with stars in his eyes as the mess you’d made seeped out of you and pooled on the glass. He let out a breathless laugh, teasing, “Now, you’re gonna clean that up, right?”

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eddiemvnsnluvr · 2 years

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thinking about sugar daddy!steve harrington leaning back against the headboard, a lit cigarette between his lips, his palms kneading his girlfriend’s hips as she bounced up and down on his cock, tears brimming the outskirts of her eyelids. he gazed up at her through hooded lids, throwing his head back as he removed one of his hands from her waist, taking his cigarette between his middle and forefinger to puff out his smoke, a string of curses following suit.

“fuck.. keep going baby, just like that,” he growled, taking another hit from his cigarette, his other hand also slipping away from her hip to instead wipe sweaty strands of hair away from her face, the pad of his thumb soothing over the high of her cheekbone. she cried when his hips thrusted up to meet hers, streams of tears sliding down her cheeks, her brow wrinkling as she threw her head back. “gonna spoil you when i’m done having my way with you. you’ve earned it, pretty girl,” he purred, his hand slithering around her head to cup the back of her neck, tugging her down to his level to smother her lips with his. “gonna buy you all the pretty clothes you want. that’s it, just keep taking my cock, baby girl.”

“st.. steve,” she mewled against his lips, her own swollen from his kiss. her hands ventured over the mountains of his shoulders, her fingernails raking over the skin between his shoulder blades, etching marks into his flesh. “hm?” he hummed, pistoning his hips up into hers to abuse her aching cunt, growling when she clenched around his length. “is my pretty girl going to come, hm?”

she nodded whilst he placed his cigarette back between his lips, the headboard slamming against the wall when he took her hips back into his hands, pounding her sex, her wails a symphony to his ears. “do it. come for me, baby. come all over this cock and i’ll buy you anything you want tomorrow. come on pretty girl, i know you can do it.”

:(( idk i’m thinking sugar daddy steve harrington has a chokehold on me lol

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eddiemvnsnluvr · 2 years

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im never getting over ghostface!steve & ghostface!eddie … like that thought just consumes my mind 24/7

#eddie munson #eddie stranger things #steve stranger things #steve harrington #steve x eddie #ghostface!eddie #ghostface!steve

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eddiemvnsnluvr · 2 years

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𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 — 𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍

summary ; eddie won’t stay still… but you like it

pairing ; eddie munson x fem!reader

notes ; nsfw, grinding, thigh-riding, pet-names (baby), female orgasm, mentions of bodily fluids, cussing, MINORS DNI — 18+ ONLY !! (let me know if i forgot any)

i do not consent to having any of my works transferred, translated or copied to any other blog or social media. if you do so, it’s stealing, and that’s not cute!!

there was an ongoing build-up of friction. the heat between your legs growing as you lay with eddie. your legs wrapped around his side, encapsulating one of his between your own. and every time he moved in even the slightest, you fought the moans daring to escape your lips. he didn’t know what he was doing to you — that he was causing you such pleasure simply because he didn’t know how to be still.

“you want a drink, baby?” he asks, leaning towards the pile of discarded water bottles and beer bottles he had yet to clean up, to gather you a fresh one.

Keep reading

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18+ nsfw under the cut. minors dni

you cannot and will not ever convince me that eddie doesn’t get off on mocking you. in and out of the bedroom. he LOVES it.

outside the bedroom, he’s mocking your huffs and groans of frustration. he tells you he has to work later than usual so he won’t make it to dinner tonight so you give him a pout and a ‘hmph’. eddie crosses his arms and stomps his foot dramatically, rolling his eyes and tossing his head back. a high pitched ‘hmph’ leaving his lips. you’re immediately protesting his actions but he just gives you a smile accompanied by a kiss to your forehead. all your little noises are immediately followed by a higher pitched version from eddie.

but his favorite is when you guys are with your little group of friends. steve is arguing with him about the best ice cream flavor. steve thinks his brief employment at scoops ahoy makes him qualified to assert the best flavor. eddie is insisting mint chocolate chip is the superior flavor while steve is baffled by eddie’s audacity to even suggest such a monstrosity. you’re interrupted from your conversation with robin by an angry shout of your name from steve.

“what’s the best flavor of ice cream? your boyfriend is a crazy person.” you laugh but take a moment to ponder the question. there are so many different flavors of ice cream, how could you choose just one? there’s classics like chocolate, vanilla, strawb-

“steve, c’mon man! you can’t ask her that in public. you know her favorite flavor of cream isn’t the frozen treat kind. right, babe?” eddie has the biggest shit eating grin on his face. everyone seems to think over the words he’s just said until it clicks. you’re mortified. face hot, eyes wide, jaw dropped.

“gross, dude!” robin is fake vomiting while steve shakes his head in disappointment but he’s not surprised. he is no stranger to comments like this from your boyfriend.

“eddie! oh my god!” you hide your face in your hands, wishing you could just disappear from the stares of your friends. it’s eddie’s high pitched, faux girly voice that causes you to lift your head.

“eddie! oh my god! it’s okay, baby. no need to be ashamed of the truth.” he’s trying to grab your hand but you’re not having any of it. you’re more embarrassed than mad at him but you’re still swatting his hand away. almost like you’re trying to punish him. you hear him breathe out a laugh before he cups your cheeks in his hands, forcing you to look up at him.

“what’s wrong, baby? did i embarrass you in front of our friends? i’m so sorry. my poor baby. my poor girl.” you know he’s mocking you. and you know he’s enjoying it. he immediately notices the shift in your behavior as you start to melt for him. he can feel his cock twitch in his jeans at the sight of your puppy dog eyes. he knows he embarrassed you and he knew the comment would tick you off a little. but he just can’t help himself when you look so pretty like this. he promises you he won’t do it again but you both know that’s a total lie.

in the bedroom, he’s a whole other monster. when he’s feeling particularly dominant, he likes to have you completely bare. spread out and on full display, just for him. he stays fully clothed as he stands above you. it makes him feel powerful. you can feel him staring down at you and you want nothing more than to shy away from him. he’s not happy about that.

“why are you acting all shy now, pretty girl? weren’t you just begging me to use your throat like a fleshlight?” your body feels like it’s on fire. you try to close your legs but eddie is quick to pry them right back open. you can feel the cool air on your cunt. wetness sticking to your thighs. you can hear eddie’s contented sigh as he dips his fingers into your dripping hole and drags your slick up to your swollen bud. he hears your sharp inhale and can’t stop the cheshire grin from spreading across his face. he loves the sound of his name coming from you. the shape of your lips as it spills from your mouth. he’s in total awe of you. he wraps his hands around the back of your thighs to slide you down to the edge of the bed. he gets down on his knees, ready to worship the only god he believes in. you.

he’s now face to face with your cunt and he wants nothing more than to bury himself in it. suffocate himself in the nectar of the gods. but he wants to play with you. drag this ceremony of worship out for as long as you’ll allow. he dips his tongue at the very end of your slit and drags it all the way up, past your clit and over your mound to just under your belly button. he feels you buck your hips up to meet his touch. he coaxes you back down with a gentle but firm squeeze to your hips. his gaze finally meets yours and you feel your heart squeeze. his big round brown eyes looking up at you. seeing him on his knees like this feels like a religious experience. how is it possible to look so sinful yet so holy at the same time?

from where eddie is kneeling, he can see the rise and fall of your chest. every bump and curve you have to offer him. he wants to lick up every single valley and hill of your body. in this moment, he wants to be gentle with you. explore you. map your body and memorize it. but when he sees the way you’re looking at him, he’s not sure he’ll even make it long enough to do so. convinced he’ll die right there, between your legs. because you’re looking at him like he hung the moon and stars in the night sky. like he’s the sun and you’re lucky to be in his orbit. he realizes he’s been holding his breath as he exhales all the air from his lungs. only to suck it all back in as if you’ve breathed the life back into him. he finally returns his attention to his hands and how they look spreading the lips between your legs. eddie feels like he’s having an out of body experience as he takes in just how pretty your pussy is for him. he’s mesmerized by the way you’re sucking him in when he pushes his finger into your hole. a sharp gasp and a gentle moan from you hurtles him back to his body as he focuses now on drawing more of those sounds from you. he adds another finger and curls them up, in just the way he knows you love. it takes him no effort to find that spongy spot inside that makes you forget yourself.

“eddie, yes. right there..” you’re gasping for breath. a mess of moans and slurred words. drunk off of the feeling of his thick fingers buried deep inside your cunt. chunky rings grazing your entrance.

“right there?” eddie repeats your words back to you. you’re too gone to notice. it’s after those words that he pushes his fingers just a tad bit deeper and his thumb begins making slow circles on your swollen clit. eddie is analyzing your every move. committing it to memory. studying you. he can tell your climbing to your peak by the increase in your breathing and the way your thighs start to twitch.

“yeah.. oh my- fuck.” your hands are searching for something to hold onto. some way to ground yourself. you reach down to grip eddie’s forearm, leaving crescent shaped marks on his skin.

"yeah?" eddie pitches his voice up to match yours. this time you know what he's doing. you nod your head frantically in response, even though he wasn't really asking you a question. the room is filled with the squelch his fingers are making as he starts to speed up his movements. he can feel you clenching around him and he knows you're about to cum. he hears the gentle whisper of his name followed by a 'please' and his gaze flies up to your face. he takes in the way your eyebrows are furrowed. the way your mouth is parted slightly in a silent moan. the way your nose is scrunched up causing a small wrinkle to form.

"cum for me, princess. does it feel too good? is it just too much for you?" you're barely coherent but those words are enough to send you careening off the ledge. your head thrown back and cries of eddie's name and 'please' and 'feel so good'. eddie is practically humping the side of the bed to relieve some of the ache. he's painfully hard for you. especially from knowing his words were enough to make you unravel for him. he eases you down from your climax. slow strokes turning into barely there touches. he kisses the inside of your thigh before crawling over you to meet your lips in a sweet kiss. soft spoken 'i love you's' exchanged before he's finally pushing into you. not just fucking you. not just having sex with you. but making love with you.

however, he’s more prone to mocking your moans rather than your words when you’re having make up sex. the fight was over something trivial. a mug left on the counter or putting a new bag in the garbage can. stupid, really. but both of you were already running hot. stressful work days, friends begging to hang out, errands that need running. you’re the first to snap.

“can’t you just clean up after yourself for once? jesus christ.” you’re storming off to drop the plate left out on the table this morning in the sink. logically, you know it’s no big deal. eddie is usually pretty good about cleaning up his mess since you’ve moved in together. you feel bad almost immediately but now eddie is losing it too.

“what’s with the attitude? i am so sorry i accidentally left my plate out because i was running late. why was i almost late again? oh yeah, because my needy little girlfriend was begging me for five more minutes in bed.” you know you should be pissed at him calling you his needy girlfriend but your thighs are clenching together involuntarily to relieve the pressure growing between your legs. and he’s still dirty from being elbow deep in cars all day. it’s not your fault he looks so god damn sexy when he’s mad. eddie immediately catches on. damn him for being so good at reading you.. he is on you in a fraction of a second. he grips the fat of your thighs with his filthy hands, encouraging you onto the kitchen counter. he's pulling your skirt up and pushing your panties to the side as you're undoing his belt and shimmying his pants down his hips. your tongues are tangled in a sloppy wet kiss. eddie is nearly forcing his tongue down your throat. your biting his plump lips, earning a low growl from deep in his chest. he gives no warning before he's shoving himself to the hilt inside your cunt. you can feel his cock so deep inside you it feels like he's in your guts. you curse at the sudden intrusion but the shock turns to pleasure quickly as he starts pumping into you at a brutal pace.

"mmh.. eddie!" you're leaving harsh red lines on his back as you drag your nails all the way down his spine. he is grunting in your ear like a wild animal. he hopes you have a hard time walking tomorrow, wanting his harsh thrusts to feel like a punishment. he pulls his face from your neck. gripping your jaw in his hand so your cheeks are squished, you can see the fire in his brown (nearly black) eyes.

"mmh.. eddie! that's right. moan my name, slut. you can whine and complain at me all you want but at the end of the day, you're beggin' for me to fuck you like a bitch in heat. are you my little bitch?" he feels your warm walls clench around him so hard it almost knocks the air from his lungs, but he keeps his composure. he would never speak to you like this normally but he knows you're eating it up. he knows how much you love when he treats you like you're nothing but a street whore when he fucks you.

you know he's right. you are his bitch. and you wouldn't have it any other way. you can't form words so all you can give him is a nod and a moan in response. he moans back at you in the same tone. he can tell you're getting flustered. good, he thinks. he wants you to feel humiliated. when he starts to laugh at your shame, you whine at him. he's forcing you to look at him when he whines right back at you. every single noise you make, he's mimicking back to you. it makes his cock throb every time you try to shy away from him. he knows he's not going to last much longer.

keeping his grip on your face, he reaches his free hand down to play with your clit. he's not gentle about it. rubbing hard and fast at your sensitive button while still bullying your insides with his cock. your moans get higher. so his go even higher in an effort to mimic you. he knows you’re close. he can feel your walls pulse around him.

"you gonna cum all over my cock? i know you only act like this cause you miss me. but don't worry, i'm gonna make sure to fill my bitch so full of my cum. it'll be dripping out of you for days. now cum for me so i can breed you, you pretty bitch." you're tossing your head back, nearly slamming it to the kitchen wall if it weren't for eddie catching you. your brain goes fuzzy. you’re seeing stars behind your eyes. you feel white hot. you think you can hear the distant sound of you screaming out for eddie but you can't be for sure.

while you're blissed out, eddie is reaching his end. eyes locked on the creamy ring you've created around the base of his cock. wetting his happy trail. he's still rubbing harshly at your clit before he feels you gush around him. holy shit, you're fucking squirting on his cock. that sends him straight into his orgasm. a gasp of your name as he bites at the base of your neck. he's sure to leave a bruise that will no doubt last for days.

as you're on the come down, you can feel eddie filling you up. you can't help but sigh happily at the feeling. nothing feels better than having him mark you so deep inside. when he comes back around, he is immediately pulling you into a gentle kiss. he can tell you're still pretty fucked out and out of your body. he eases you back to reality with soft caresses and kisses. you start to reciprocate his touches and he knows you've come back to him.

"hi, baby. welcome back. how are you?" you nod softly and give him a small smile.

"words, my love. i need you to use your words." he presses kisses to both of your cheeks and a final one to your nose. making sure to hold eye contact with you to keep you connected to him.

"yeah, 'm okay. tired, eds." he softly chuckles as you slump into his chest. he pats your legs and you tighten them around his waist. he wastes no time in carrying you to the bathroom and running a bath. he knows he's not going to be able to keep you standing long enough for a shower, so a bath will have to do.

he settles in behind you as he slowly runs his hands all along your body, rubbing soap into the skin he can reach. the room falls peacefully silent besides the gentle sound of the water sloshing. eddie feels you stir a bit as you bend your neck to look back at him. he whispers a small 'hi' to you.

"i'm sorry, eds. i shouldn't have snapped at you like that. that was wrong of me. i know it's not an excuse but work has been so unbearable lately and i'm just really starting to feel it. you don't deserve to be my punching bag..." your eyes start to shine with unshed tears and eddie feels his heart crack a little. he knows you weren't really mad at him. he knows you were just having a moment, just as he does.

"hey, now. don't cry, baby. it's okay. you're okay. i'm not upset with you. i'm not mad at you. and i certainly am not your punching bag. please don't think i feel or have ever felt that way. you are allowed to have bad days. i have them too and i am no stranger to letting them trickle into our home. shit happens. i shouldn't have escalated things like i did and i'm sorry for that. i love you so much, princess." you lean up to give him a peck on the lips before a cheeky grin replaces the frown on your face.

"water under the bridge. i can't really be that mad considering i just got one of the greatest fucks of my life." eddie gives you a genuine laugh, one of those loud belly laughs of his.

"it was pretty fucking metal. i made you squirt. that was the hottest thing i think i've ever witnessed. you have to let me try that again."

this was kinda shit but i don’t consider myself a writer so i’m gonna give myself a pass. my first time ever writing smut so please go easy on me. i’m baby!!! also if i see any minors interacting, i’m sending my sleep paralysis demon to taunt you. and i’ll tattle on you to your parents. so fuck off.

likes are appreciated!! reblogs/comments… let me give you a lil kiss!!! a lil smoochie!!!

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steve n his massive cock :(( poor guy just needs a size queen gf

steve who laughs the first time he shows it to you because of that dumbfounded look you’re giving him. he’s knows it all too well, seen it about a hundred times spanning all the way back to his highschool days.

you’re on the floor of the family video break-room kneeling between his legs. he feels like a freak with the way you’re staring at it, mouth agape, eyebrows disappearing into your hairline. god. he’s huge.

“you with me?” he asks. the question is strained, almost breathless. he knows, you realize. he knows exactly how bad you want to take it for a spin. maybe that’s why he indulges you, holding his cock by the base and feeding the thick tip into your mouth.

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steve who doesn’t let you take him all at once the first time you have sex, placing a careful hand under your ass to keep you from sinking down all the way.

you’re panting into his mouth, knees on either side of his thighs. you’ve been fucking yourself on his tip for 10 minutes, groaning at the stretch you feel.

steve groans when you clench down on him, eyes going wide. you want to tell him how pretty he looks, how gorgeous his lips are, all bitten and slack.

you test the waters by sinking down further, pushing past the resistance of his hand to take him halfway. a gasp forces its way past your lips. he’s huge, absolutely monstrous.

“fuckfuckfuck don’t hurt yourself.” he groans, throwing his head back against the pillow. you hear none of it, bouncing harder in search of that sweet spot you need him to hit.

you want all of him, every inch, every ridge. you’d kneel between his legs all day if you could, mapping the veins of his cock with your tongue. the best part is? he’d let you.

you’re pulled out of your thoughts by a hand on your face. steve looks up at you from where his head is buried in the pillows, a string of saliva connecting his lips to the silky fabric.

“y’wanna take the whole thing?” he rasps, clearly defeated in the midst of your passion. “take it. fuckin’ size queen.”

the jab is laced with affection, you know that much when his hands settle around the dip of your waist. it’s not long before the room is filled with your shared whines again, the air growing thick with anticipation.

“ready?” he asks. you’re nodding before he can get the full word out, sinking down once more to finally let all of him fill you.

you aren’t even fully seated before your orgasm hits you, a wave of spasms reverberating out from your core. the sound steve let’s out is guttural, primal. a filthy precursor to the load of cum that fills you moments after.

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eddiemvnsnluvr · 2 years

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Hello, I love your writing! ❤️

Would you consider writing Eddie introducing the reader to anal for the first time, and/or s&m for the first time? 🥹👉👈

If neither is your thing then no worries!

Thank you ❤️

Thank you!! ❤️

Anal: Part four of the Eddie kink series

Warnings: Graphic smut (minors DNI) fingering, oral (m! receiving) rimming, butt plugs, unprotected anal sex, praise.

“I fucking love you”, Eddie grins up at you. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you down on top of him on his bed.

You giggle, tumbling down onto his chest, seeking out his lips for a sweet kiss.

“We’re really doing this?”, he murmurs against your lips.

It was no secret that Eddie was a little bit of a pervert. For months he had been trying to persuade you to try anal. It’s not that you were opposed to it, you were just really nervous.

Last week, Eddie had you on your hands and knees, fucking into you as he held your ass open. “I wonder if this ass feels as good as your pussy”, he groaned as he brought his hand down to gather your wetness on his fingers. He slid his hand back to your ass, fingers pressing teasingly over your hole.

You’d keened, back arching as you tried to press your ass back into his fingers.

Eddie had gasped when he saw your reaction, murmuring out a surprised, “yeah?”

Your head dropped between your shoulders and you nodded, whimpering out a matching, “yeah”.

Hips snapping into you, Eddie pressed his thumb firmly over your hole. slowly sinking in. He groaned, watching as you immediately clenched around his finger as you rocked back into the feeling.

You’d both cum quickly after that, too turned on to hold out. There hadn’t been an opportunity to discuss and explore since, but it was definitely on your minds.

“Yeah”, you whisper.

He pulls you in for another kiss, deeper and more passionate.

“I’m gonna make this so good for you, sweetheart”, he whispered as his lips left yours to mouth down your jaw to your throat.

“Gonna take my time with you”, he reaches the top of your cleavage, kissing the soft skin before pulling your shirt up and off. He removes his own shirt before he settles back down on top of you.

“Get you nice and relaxed”, he kisses down your stomach to the top of your jeans, unbuttoning them and sliding them down your legs along with your panties.

You spread your legs, his eyes instantly falling to the red sparkly princess plug nestled between your cheeks.

“Surprise”, you giggle.

Eddie sputters, speechless for one of the few times in his whole life.

“Do you like it?”, you ask expectantly, starting to get shy.

“Do I like it?”, he asks. He grabs your hips and flips you over on your stomach, face pressed into the mattress.

He taps his finger against the jeweled base of the plug, watching as you squirm, hole twitching around it.

“How long have you had this in?”, he asks in awe.

“Few hours”, you moan into the sheets as he takes hold of the base and pulls the bulb half way out before shoving it back in.

“How’s it feel?”

“Good. Full but so good.” Eddie fucks you with the plug again, a breathy whine knocking around your chest. “Fuck. Wasn’t expecting to enjoy it this much.”

“God, you’re fuckin’ perfect, got yourself all ready for me.” He twists the plug when he pushes it in, causing you to cry out.

He finally pulls out the plug, watching as your hole gapes, used to being held open for so long. His thumb circles your hole, sinking in as he pulls, not letting it close.

“I bet I could just slip right in”, Eddie rambles, earning a choked off, “yeah” from you.

He shakes his head, “I said I was going to take my time with you, though.”

He shuffles down until he’s on his stomach, face level with your ass. A quick, barely there kiss is placed against your hole. Eddie chuckles and bites down on your cheek softly when you push back into his face.

You yelp when you feel his teeth nip at you, the sound shifting to a moan as he moves back to your hole, licking hotly over it.

He does it again and again, making you squirm back into his face, desperate for more.

Eventually, he takes pity on you and spreads your cheeks with his hands, diving in to lick and suck on the pucker of your hole.

He laps at the soft skin, tongue probing gently into the tight ring. You arch your back and cry into the mattress when his tongue finally breaches you.

His tongue fucks into you mercilessly, fingers sliding down your ass to your pussy, slipping two into your dripping hole.

Your mouth hangs open, pleasure making it hard to focus on anything but Eddie. You’re practically riding his face, shifting your hips so he grazes your g-spot with every thrust of his fingers.

Eddie pulls away from your hole, pressing kisses to the soft skin around it. “ I can feel you tightening up, you getting close?”

You can’t do much more than nod, a long string of whimpers escaping you as you snake your hand down to rub circles over your clit.

When grabs your hip with his free hand, pulling you back on his fingers and tongue, your muscles seize as you cum.

The second you catch you’re breath you’re on him, shoving down his jeans and underwear so you can your mouth on him.

“Fuck”, Eddie hisses as you sink down, mouth wet and warm and so fucking good. “Ah-“, his hands hover over your bobbing head, torn between pressing you down further and pulling you up and off. “I-you gotta stop. I won’t fucking last”, he grits out.

You move off of him to grab the lube from the bedside table, tossing it near Eddie’s hip. He grabs you by the waist to lay you down, lube forgotten for a moment as he stops to kiss you tenderly.

Popping the cap, he moves to sit on his heels between your thighs. He slicks his fingers and slips two into you easily, checking to make sure you’re ready for him.

You grind down onto his fingers, grumbling out, “come on.”

“So fucking inpatient”, he teases. “You want me in your ass that bad?”

Any hint of nerves you’d had about doing this have disappeared, replaced with so much want.

“Yes”, you hiss as you wrap your legs around his hips.

He slicks his cock, tossing the lube to the sheets at your side. Bracing himself over you, he leans in and kisses you slow and deep to reassure you.

“Relax”, he breathes against your lips, feeling you tense as he runs the head of his cock over your hole.

“Kiss me”, you beg as he starts to push forward.

He kisses you the way you first fell for him, quick and hard and deep. You groan into the kiss, pulling back with a pained whimper.

Eddie’s panting, trying his hardest not to sink all the way into your warm, wet heat. “Shh, I know”, he soothes. “You’re ok.”

He stills halfway in, gripping your hip as he looks down at you with concern.

Your brow is furrowed, a pained wince etching your features.

“You alright?”, he asks.

You nod, taking in a long gulp of air before speaking. “I’m fine, it-it’s fine.” It hurt, except it was almost a good hurt. You were torn between running from it and chasing more of it. “You can keep going I think.”

His grip on the base of his cock tightens, feeding the rest of his length into your tight hole. “Jesus h Christ”, Eddie growls, low and long once he bottoms out.

You gasp, tightening your legs around his waist as you adjust to his size. Your hands are gripping his shoulders, nails digging into his soft skin.

He peppers your face and neck with kisses, shushing you when you whimper.

Curious, you shift your hips down, his cock sliding even deeper as you both groan. The pain slowly morphing into pleasure.

“Can I move? Please, I’ll go slow”, Eddie begs, his composure slipping.

“Slow”, you repeat.

Hesitantly, he pulls his hips back, slowly but firmly inching his cock back into you to the hilt.

Rocking your hips down to meet his gentle thrusts, your heels dig into his ass to pull him deeper. You never expected it to be like this, so overwhelming. It feels like every nerve in your body is lighting up from just how good he feels inside of you.

“There you go”, Eddie coos, thrusts growing harsher. “Knew you could take all of me. You’re doing so good, baby.”

He grips your hips, hiking your legs higher around his waist, practically bending you in half.

“So fucking tight”, he growls as you wail, back arching as his cock slides even deeper into you.

“Eddie”, you moan, eyes squeezed shut. “So good.”

“Yeah? You like how my dick feels splitting your ass open?” he brings his hand up to cradle your face in his palm, a stark contrast to the filth pouring from his mouth.

All you can do is nod and turn your head slightly to press a kiss to his palm. You’re absolutely lost in the sensations, Eddie’s cock somehow hitting your g-spot through your walls perfectly, his big hand holding your face like you’re the most precious thing he’s ever seen.

“Need you to cum for me”, he grits out, fingertips fumbling over your clit.

You’re panting into each other’s mouths, hips rolling into each other as you chase your releases.

He presses his fingers more firmly against you, swirling and flicking over your clit until you’re crying out. You’re shaking, orgasm ripping through you so intensely you think you might pass out.

“M’gonna cum”, he pants from above you. “Where do you want it?”

“Inside”, you gasp. “Inside, please.”

Eddie’s head tips back as he groans, hips stuttering before he grabs your hips, pulling you down onto his cock to match his frantic pace.

You’re nearly sobbing, the aftershocks still crashing over you.

With a few last brutal thrusts, Eddie’s cumming with a loud moan, deep and hot inside of you.

You lay there for a bit, Eddie’s warmth enveloping you as he lays on top of you. You can feel his cock still twitching inside of you, the warm wetness of his cum filling you. It feels weird, but also really hot.

He shushes you when you wince as he pulls out, shuffling down to lay with his head against your hip. He looks up at you through his overgrown bangs, trailing his hand over your hip and thigh in lazy patterns.

“Hi”, he whispers once you finally catch your breath and come back to reality.

“Hi”, you chuckle softly, raking your fingers through his hair.

“We’re definitely doing that again.” Eddie crawls up to press a chaste kiss to your lips.

You’d deny it, but suddenly you’re the perv begging for anal on a regular basis.

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eddiemvnsnluvr · 2 years

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Can I request orgasm denial?

I got a bunch of asks for both orgasm denial and degradation, so I combined them.

Orgasm denial and degradation: Part three of my Eddie kink series

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington

Warnings: Graphic smut (minors DNI) unprotected anal sex, orgasm denial, begging, crying, spitting, hair pulling, dom/sub undertones, degradation, praise, kinda rough sex.

“Don’t you dare cum”, Eddie growls as he fucks into him, fist tight at the base of his cock to hold off his orgasm.

Steve whimpers, trying to wriggle out of his hold. If he could just slip out of his grip, he could cum.

Eddie grabs his hips, pinning him down to the mattress as he looms over him. “I’m sorry, baby. But you made me do this. What made you think it was okay for you to flirt with that asshole is beyond me.”

Earlier tonight, Eddie had been on stage at The Hideout as he watched some guy flirt with Steve for Corroded Coffin’s entire set.

He stood up there, singing his heart out as Steve was pressed up against his side, head thrown back as he laughed at the guys jokes. Eddie was practically seething, fingers shaking as he played his guitar.

“I-I wasn’t flirting with him! I was being polite!”, Steve argues.

Eddie glares down at him, punctuating his words with deep, hard thrusts. “Oh, polite? I didn’t realize it was polite to whisper into some guys ear during your boyfriends set”

“What- oh my god”, he throws his head back and groans at a particularly hard thrust, “was I supposed to do, ignore him? It was loud! We couldn’t hear each other unless we got close.”

Eddie’s thrusts grow brutal, hips slamming into Steve’s ass. “What was he saying that had you laughing, baby?”

Steve keens, hands fishing the sheets as he writhes on his cock.

“I asked you a fucking question, slut. What did he say?”

Steve whimpers, “I don’t-I don’t remember.”

Eddie laughs meanly, “You don’t remember? How convenient.” He releases his hold on Steve’s cock, confident his orgasm has retreated for now.

“Was he telling you how you looked like a cheap whore in those jeans?” Eddie grabs Steve’s jaw, thumb tracing his puffy, spit slicked bottom lip. “How he wanted to drag you into the bathroom and fuck this pretty little mouth?”

Steve’s tongue darts out to lick his thumb, swirling over the pad. “N-no”, he chokes out.

“Uh huh”. He removes his thumb from Steve’s mouth, replacing it with three of his fingers. “Suck.”

Steve complies, sucking around each digit as Eddie thrusts them deep, making him gag.

He takes his fingers from Steve’s mouth, using his spit to get his cock nice and wet before pumping his fist over it agonizingly slowly.

Steve’s hips immediately buck up, desperate to get more friction.

“I should have dragged you both to the goddamn bathroom and made him watch me fuck your throat.” Eddie grits out, jaw clenched. “Should have made him watch me claim you, cumming all over this pretty face.”

He moves his hand over Steve’s cock faster, twisting his wrist on the upstroke just the way he likes.

“Ohmygod-Fuck”, Steve cries, muscles starting to tense as his orgasm builds. He reaches up to grab onto Eddie’s shoulder, bracing himself for his climax.

Steve is crying out before he even realizes what happened, looking up to find Eddie gazing down at him with a smug smirk.

“Why the fuck did you stop? I was so close.”

“You decided to be a fuckin’ brat, not me. I have no choice but to punish you.”

“Please put your hand back on my cock.” Frustrated tears well up in Steve’s eyes. “Please, please just let me cum.”

“Oh no”, Eddie chuckles, tone condescending. “Are you gonna cry, honey? Are you such a whore that you’re crying from how good I’m fucking you?”

Steve sniffles, hands coming up to cover his eyes as he struggles to keep himself composed. “N-no.” He’s trying so hard not to fully cry, not to give Eddie that satisfaction.

Eddie grabs a handful of hair at the base of Steve’s neck and pulls, craning his head back to bare his throat.

He leans in close, breath ghosting over Steve’s neck as he murmurs into his ear. “No? No you’re not a whore? Or no I’m not fucking you good?”

“Both”, he moans breathlessly.

Eddie barks out a laugh. “Sorry, that’s kind of hard to take seriously with you moaning like that.”

He shifts, angling his hips so his cock bumps Steve’s prostate with every thrust. His cock lays against his stomach, hard and hot and desperate.

“I-I need to cum, please”, Steve sobs., tears spilling down his cheeks. “It hurts.”

Eddie laughs, “I bet you wish I cared.” He hikes Steve’s legs up around his waist, tilting his hips up to sink impossibly deeper.

Steve is almost non-verbal by now, all that he can manage are garbled cries spilling from his mouth.

He feels Eddie’s thrust start to stutter, grip on his cock firm and quick as his orgasm builds.

“Are you close?” Eddie breathes, chest heaving.

Steve is almost scared to answer in case he stops touching him again. “Yeah”, he moans softly.

Eddie leans in, pressing his forehead against Steve’s as he fucks into him roughly. “Come on, cum for me. Be a good little slut and cum.”

With one last tug of his cock, Steve is cumming hard, spurt after spurt landing all the way up to his throat.

Eddie cums seconds later, deep inside Steve as he captures his lips in a dirty, desperate kiss.

˚✧

The next Tuesday at The Hideout, Eddie notices Steve politely tell the same asshole to fuck off from his spot on stage.

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eddiemvnsnluvr · 2 years

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Voyeurism with Steve watching you and Eddie when you walk in on them and they have no clue?

Voyeurism (I added choking too whoops): Part two of my Eddie kink series

Warnings: Graphic smut (minors DNI) voyeurism, male masturbation, unprotected sex, slightly rough sex, choking, spitting

Steve stirs, tired eyes darting around his room to figure out what woke him. Laying in the darkness, he doesn't hear anything but the sound of his breathing and the crickets outside. He's just about to turn over and go back to sleep, until he hears it.

There's a low thumping sound coming from the hallway. His eyes dart over to the bat propped against his desk, silently getting up to grab it. Steve pushes his bedroom door open, peering out into the hallway hesitantly.

Walking slowly, bat perched over his shoulder, Steve makes his way down the hallway until he hears hushed voices. You and Eddie, of course. He'd forgotten you two had crashed in one of his guest bedrooms, having been too drunk to drive home after hanging out.

He lets out a sigh of relief, lowering the bat from his shoulder. The thumping starts back up just as he's turning to go back to his room.

"Fuck, Eddie", you moan breathlessly.

Steve's eyes widen, the situation suddenly hitting him. You and Eddie are in his guest bedroom with the door cracked open, having sex. While he was asleep in the next room. He feels a little faint.

"That feel good, baby?", he hears Eddie ask.

When you whimper in reply, Steve shuffles closer to the door, peeking in to see Eddie fucking into you, his hands pinning your wrists against the pillows as he looms over you. You're writhing against him, mouth pressed against your shoulder to stifle your desperate sounds.

Steve is instantly hard. He knows he should go back to his room and forget this ever happened. But he can't. He's thought about this for too long, what you two would look like tangled around each other like this.

He silently sets the bat down, propping it up against the wall so his hands are free to undo his jeans and get his cock out. The tip is already so wet, precum leaking out to slick the way as he strokes himself.

"You like when I get rough with you?", Steve hears Eddie practically growl.

You nod, hands flexing in Eddie's grip. He must grip your wrists tighter, because you let our a sharp gasp and lift your hips to meet his thrusts.

Eddie chuckles, "I thought so". His pace quickens, the headboard banging against the wall rhythmically.

The hand on Steve’s cock matches the rhythm of Eddie fucking into you, his lip bitten between his teeth to keep from moaning.

Eddie shifts his grip so he's pinning both of your wrists down to the mattress with one big hand, the other coming up to rest against your throat.

You moan, high and needy. He can see Eddie's ringed fingers flex against your throat. "Shh, sweetheart. You gotta be quiet", he slows his thrusts to roll his hips into you languidly, chuckling when you protest.

Steve’s eyes flutter shut for just a moment, lifting his other hand to wrap around his own throat. He can’t help but imagine Eddie’s hand there, big and strong and perfect.

“We don’t want Steve to hear, do we?”

His eyes fly open at the mention of his name, a soft groan escaping his lips.

“Please, p-please. I’m so close.”, you sob. “Faster, please.”

Steve watches as a few tears leak from the corners of your eyes. He can hear the way your breathing becomes labored under Eddie's fingers gripping your neck.

He squeezes the base of his cock, fingers desperately trying to stave off his orgasm. He’s desperate to cum, but he wants to wait for you and Eddie.

Eddie’s hand loosens around your neck, thumb tracing circles around your pulse point. You suck in gulps of air, chest heaving as your lungs finally fill. After a moment, you nod up at him, signaling he can continue.

When Eddie’s hand squeezes again, harder this time, you let out a desperate moan, back arching to press your chest into his.

His pace quickens, deep, hard thrusts practically scooting you up the bed into the headboard. Eddie sits up and leans back on his heels, tilting his head down to spit on your clit.

Steve brings his hand to his mouth, spitting into his palm before dragging it around his cock.

Eddie releases one of your hands from his grip, “touch yourself. Make yourself cum on my cock.”

Your hand shoots down between you two, fingers flying over your clit, desperate to cum.

“C’mon, baby”, Eddie groans. “Cum for us”.

Steve’s fist freezes on his cock. Us. Did he just say us?

Eddie chuckles and turns his head, nodding his head at Steve to get him to come closer.

“Get over here, pretty boy. As soon as we get her off it’s your turn.”

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Hiiiii. Long time reader, first time messager. I lost my job today and I'm seriously bummed. If you feel like it, do you think you could write Dom!Eddie comforting a subby reader by putting her into subspace after a bad day? Maybe with some impact or bondage with aftercare? There is zero time limit or pressure, but I like your work a lot and just thought I'd ask.

I just want to say I’m so sorry to hear about your job, I really hope this brightens your day a little, sorry this took a few days. If you need to talk I'm here.

Bondage: Part nine of the Eddie kink series.

Content warnings: Graphic smut (minors DNI), language, dom!Eddie, sub!Reader, bondage (bondage tape) impact play (face slapping and spanking), blow job, hair pulling, subspace, a teeny tiny hint of degradation, begging, crying, safe words (stoplight system), unprotected sex, praise, aftercare.

“What do you need?” Eddie asks, wrapping you in his arms.

After coming home from a long, stressful day where everything had gone wrong, you couldn’t shake the feeling of wanting to burst into tears.

You bury your face into his chest, brow furrowing. “I don’t-I don’t know. I just need to stop thinking, I’m driving myself crazy.”

He pets your hair, chin resting on the top of your head. “Do you want me to get you out of your head for a bit? Do all the thinking for you?”

“Please”, you nod into his chest.

“How do you want me? Mean or sweet?”

“Both?”

Eddie chuckles, kissing the top of your head. “Bedroom, go”, he smacks you on the ass to get you moving. “Strip and sit at the foot of the bed. I’ll meet you there in a minute.”

You’re sitting on the foot of your bed, naked and waiting when Eddie comes in. He looks absolutely beautiful, having changed into a pair of soft black sweat pants, shirt discarded. His unruly waves have been gathered into a low, loose bun with a few strands escaping around his temples.

He twirls the roll of black tape around his finger as he walks towards you, his soft smile melting a bit of the stress you're feeling.

“I’m going to quiet this pretty little head of yours, okay?” He taps your forehead before pressing a kiss there.

"Yes, please." You return his smile, hand coming up to tuck an errand strand of hair behind his ear.

He starts to unroll the tape, glancing up at you. "Color?"

"Green."

"Good. Wrists together." He unrolls the length of tape he needs, ripping it off the roll with his teeth.

You hold your wrists out in front of you as Eddie winds the tape around them, making sure to keep it nice and taught. When he's done, he places a kiss to each wrist.

The roll of tape is thrown onto the bedside table before he turns back to you. "On your knees."

You sink to the ground without question, his hand winds it's way into your hair, guiding your head up to look at him.

Bound wrists hanging between your spread thighs, you sit back on your heels and wait for Eddie's next instruction.

The hand not in your hair pulls down the waistband of his sweatpants, already hard cock bobbing out hang just out of reach in front of you.

He sees the way you eye his cock, "do you want it?"

You nod.

Eddie shakes his head, “use your words, I know you can. Be good for me."

"Y-yes. I want it", you say as you nod again, this time made difficult by his hand having tightened in your hair.

Taking himself in hand, he lazily strokes up and down until he sees your mouth unconsciously open with want.

He chuckles, tapping the head of his cock on your bottom lip, smearing the pre-cum that's gathered over it.

As soon as your tongue darts out to taste, Eddie's open palm cracks down onto your cheek, head snapping to the side with the force of it. You're grateful he'd removed his rings before playing this time.

You let out a strangled gasp, eyes welling up with tears as your face stings from the impact.

"Shh", Eddie soothes. "I know, I'm sorry. But you know the rules. You have to ask for what you want."

"Can I-can I please suck your cock?", you whine.

"Again, this time ask like you mean it", he orders.

"Please, can I suck your cock?", you beg.

He rolls his eyes, "open your mouth."

The moment your mouth opens, Eddie's shoving his cock in, hips pushing forward until you're gagging, a fresh wave of tears prickling at your eyes.

"Open your throat, c'mon." His hips don't stop, thrusting his cock deeper until you stop sputtering and relax around him. "There we go. Good girl, your throat feels so good."

You moan around him, eyes fluttering shut at the praise. You need to be good for him, needed something to go right today.

He fucks your face, the wet sounds of him forcing his way down your throat filling the room. Drool is dripping down your chin, landing on the tape that binds your wrists together.

"So fucking dirty", he sneers as he watches more spit drip from your mouth. He pulls you off of him by the hair, laughing when you whimper and gasp for air.

Pulling you to your feet, he shuffles you over to the bed and bends you over the side, hand still fisted in your hair. He moves in behind you, cock sliding up and down your wet slit teasingly.

Without thinking, you push back against him to try slip the head inside. Immediately realizing what you've done, you start to apologize, but it's too late.

Eddie pulls you up by your hair, back pressed into his chest as he sneers into your ear. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

The hand not in your hair reaches around to settle at the base of your throat, squeezing firmly.

"You're just asking for it tonight, aren't you?", he asks as he feels you grinding your ass back onto his erection. "You're going to learn who's in charge."

His hand falls from your throat, pushing you into the mattress face first, chuckling as you try to shift to get your hands out from underneath you.

He lets go of your hair for the first time since you started, scalp throbbing in pain. With both hands free, he grabs your hips, forcing your ass back to hang off of the edge of the bed.

Two hard smacks land on your ass one after the other, a pained cry escaping you.

"Who's in charge here?', Eddie asks as another blow lands.

"Y-you are", you whimper.

"Yeah? Then why do you keep trying to take control?"

Your head tips back, eyes squeezed shut in frustration as tears start to flow freely down your face. "M'sorry."

He hums disapprovingly, “you’re still thinking, baby. Gonna have to beat this ass a little harder.”

You wail at the next smack, chest heaving as you sob.

Eddie stops for a moment, hands running soothingly over your hips as he asks, "color?"

"Green", you sob. "M'okay. I need this. Just-fuck me soon, please."

Eddie tsks, “you have to earn my cock, baby. Take your punishment like a big girl, I know you can."

Nodding, you cry into the covers as he lands a few more blows over your ass.

You're starting feel it, the fog that passes over you when you slip into subspace. You sink down into that feeling, like you're floating and safe and his to do whatever he wants with. No need to think anymore, he'll make sure you're taken care of.

With one last spank his hand drops, plastering his chest to your back as he buries his face into your neck. "You did so good, took your punishment so well."

"Did I earn your cock?", you mumble.

Eddie laughs when he realizes you've finally sunk down for him. "Yeah, baby. M'gonna give it to you."

He runs his cock up and down your slit to collect your slick before pressing in, head tipped back as he groans at how warm and tight you are.

"Fuck, sweetheart", he moans. "You feel so fuckin' good."

A string of “ah ah ah’s” are punched out of you with every thrust, his rhythm already fast and hard.

You're whimpering, the head of his cock hitting your g-spot perfectly.

He wraps one arm around your waist to push you into his chest as he stands up straight, hauling you up with him.

“Eyes on me.” He grabs your jaw and moves your face to the side, forcing you to look at him. “Just keep your eyes on me baby. Nothing else matters but this right here, you and me.”

You look up at him, pupils blown wide, eyes wet with new unshed tears.

"Eddie", you gasp. "I'm gonna-can I cum? Please can I cum?"

Thrusting harder, his hips slam into yours as he starts to babble. "Yeah, cum for me honey. C'mon." He feels you start to tighten around him. "Let go for me, cum on my cock."

Your back arches, a scream ripping through you as you cum, your whole body shaking as you spasm around him.

"There you go, good girl. Good fucking girl." He fucks you through it, groaning a few moments later as he cums deep inside of you.

He feels it before he hears it, sobs wracking your body as you start to fall face forward onto the bed. "Hey, hey. C'mere."

Turning you around, he sits you down on the bed so he can remove the tape, quickly throwing it on the floor. Once it's off, he hauls you into his arms, tucking you into his chest as you cry. "It's okay, let it out."

He pets at your hair, pressing kisses to your forehead as he rocks you in an effort to soothe you. “I know, baby. I got you, you’re okay.”

Your cries turn into sniffles as you slowly come back to yourself. "Did I do good?", you ask, voice raw and broken.

Eddie can't help but laugh. "You did so well, sweetheart. So proud of you." He hugs you tighter into his chest, "how are you feeling?"

You let out a long sigh, "better, thank you."

"I'm so glad." He leans down to kiss you, laughing when you yawn instead. "Tired?"

"Mmm-hmm." Your eyes are already sliding shut.

He maneuvers you to lay against the pillows, cozy blanket thrown over you as he snuggles in behind you.

You're already snoring before he can say goodnight.

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eddiemvnsnluvr · 2 years

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Squirting: Eddie x Reader

Voyeurism: Eddie x Reader ft. Steve (to be continued)

Orgasm denial & degradation: Eddie x Steve

Anal: Eddie x Reader

Pegging: Eddie x Reader

Threesome: Eddie x Reader x Steve

Breath play: Eddie x Steve

Period sex: Eddie x Reader

Piss: Eddie x Reader

Bondage: Eddie x Reader

Coming soon:

Praise: pairing undecided

CNC & knife play: Eddie x Reader

Toys: Eddie x Reader

Piercings: Eddie x Reader

Cuckholding: Eddie x Reader x Steve

Role play: Eddie x Reader

Cockwarming: Eddie x Steve

Impact play: Eddie x Steve

I’m still taking suggestions for kinks, if you have one you’d like to send in please feel free

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eddiemvnsnluvr · 2 years

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if you’re request are still open for smut, i would love goofy sex with eddie like maybe if he was kissing his way down your stomach or something and he blows a raspberry and it’s just silly idk if this is stupid😭😭

this requests has been in my drafts for so long I'm sorry it took a while, I hope you like it! CW SMUT 18+ MDNI (ORAL F RECEIVING) ♡ fem!reader

You've been giggling ever since Eddie got you out of your shirt.

His hands are chaste at your waist, holding you still in an attempt to cover you in kisses. You smile into his lips and can't help stroking his cheeks with both thumbs, his face cradled in your loving hands.

"Can you stop smiling? I'm trying to initiate," he says between tentative kisses, his nose sliding this way and that against your own.

You breath comes shallow as his hand slips downward.

"Intiate," you tease, naked chest rising hard enough to graze against his. Your peaked nipples catch the rough fabric of his shirt and a sigh warps your words as you add, "Initiate what, I wonder?"

Like he can tell what's happened — and he likely can, Eddie knows you better than anybody, better than yourself — he reaches up to squeeze your chest, sliding the bud of your nipple between his index and middle finger to pinch cruelly as he massages your breast.

You gasp at the feeling, gasp at his teeth against your neck, gasp as he nibbles his way down.

"Something," — a kiss over your heart — "you're gonna," —a kiss lower, nose stroking the trembling hill of your tummy — "just love, sweetheart."

He stops to look up at you. Worked between your thighs as he is, your cunt burns with want. There's something about his face that tells you this won't be easy. The idea that you'll have to plead for it only makes it worse, and you squeeze your thighs around him in search for a relief he likely doesn't wanna give.

He raises his brows at you, fingers at the hem of your shorts and teasing. "Tell me what I'm trying to initiate?"

"A cult?" you ask.

He pulls your shorts down a touch. "Guess again."

"A friendly cuddle?"

Sudden, he palms the bump of your cunt with the entirety of one big, hot hand. You bite your lip to stop from moaning at the sensation of your underwear ground down into your sensitive clit.

"One last chance," Eddie drawls, lowering his face until his mouth hovers above your clothed cunt. He looks up at you from under his lashes.

He seems to want wrong answers. Or maybe you're just eager to lose. "You're trying to start a multi level marketing program."

He pauses.

You beam. "Did I get that right?" you ask.

He pulls your shorts back up. "Nope," he says, and blows a raspberry into the soft of your tummy.

You screech and curl in on yourself, hands vying for his hair to tug him off of you. He doubles down, blows air against your skin until the vibrations have you squealing and begging for forgiveness.

"You concede?" Eddie asks, eyebrows raised.

"Yes," you gasp out breathlessy, legs drawn up.

He pushes them down slow, kisses the still thrumming skin of your tummy. "Gonna get serious?" he asks quietly.

You suck in a breath but don't answer. Eddie pulls off your shorts and panties in one fell swoop, leaves them hanging from one ankle as he spreads you wide open. The burning in your cheeks turns swiftly from laughter to shyness, always shy under his gaze.

"Oh," he murmurs, hand at the inside of your thigh and pushing your leg flat. Cool air kisses your folds, the little well of slickness gathered at your entrance. "Baby."

You cover your face. "You're a good kisser," you defend, high-pitched.

"Or you really like being tickled. Like, really like it."

You huff a laugh and peek at him through the gaps of your fingers as he rubs up the length of your thigh, spreading warmth like the smallest of stars under your skin. Your cunt burns, your abdomen aches. You want his touch, and you want it bad.

"Tell me what I'm initiating, baby," he asks gently, hot breath fanning over your cunt as he sinks down, down, down. "Tell me what you want me to do."

Your hold your face in your hands and giggle at him. He smiles at the sound, squeezes your thigh encouragingly.

"Want you to kiss me," you say, sheepish, so excited it comes out thin and reedy.

"Kiss where, baby?"

You shake your head. You can't say it, no matter how sweet he is.

He leans down and kisses your cunt. You shudder at that first contact. It tickles as his raspberry had, hyper sensitive with want. He takes your clit between his lips and sucks very gently, hands moving to the outside of your thighs to keep your trembling legs opened, your cunt bared.

You breathe out shakily and struggle to keep your eyes open. He kitten licks the tiny hickey and then lifts his head to catch your bleary gaze.

"Kiss this pretty cunt?" he asks knowingly, all sympathy. "Even though you teased me for it?"

"Please," you say. There aren't any words left to describe it. You're a shaking, giddy mess under his ministrations.

"Just remember I tried to be nice," he warns. He rubs the tip of his nose against your clit and laughs.

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