#dio’s smutty ventures

[flowercrowngods]

Kas!Eddie where Steve uses positive reinforcement to help him feel like less of a monster. As Eddie becomes more human, the rewards get steamier. cw: explicit (ish??)

"Oh, baby," Steve coos, cradling Eddie's cheek and tilting up his chin to meet those beautiful eyes. Blown and black, the red glow beneath them pulsating in time with his heavy breathing.

This magnificent creature, more Kas than Eddie now, is strong enough to tear into the world and rip it to shreds. But always so docile for him. Always so lovely. Steve licks his lips as he trails his gaze down from wide eyes to plush lips, a trickle of blood drying on his pale skin that always seems to gleam in when Steve touches him like this. Tenderly. Lovingly. And with promise in his fingertips.

"You're no monster," he promises, daring him to disagree. He watches with fascination as a pointed tongue slowly, carefully licks up the remnants of Steve's blood. "No, you're no monster," Steve coos again, tilting Kas's face up higher to trail his lips along his jaw, kissing his way towards his chin and up the trail of wetness left behind.

Has whimpers, ducking his head just a fraction to chase Steve's lips and ask for a kiss, but Steve pulls back with a chuckle low in his throat, his grip on Kas shifting down to his throat as he moves in, hovering above him.

It shouldn't be possible, because his physical form has several inches on Steve, but something about him is always so small in Steve's hold. Like he's molding himself to Steve's figure to be so, so perfect for him.

He hums as he almost lets their lips touch, aware that he's driving Kas wild with it, and thrilled to have him like this. To hold him, hand around his throat, and tell him, "You're my good boy, hm? You're my good, good boy, isn't that right?"

Another whimper, and Kas shifts against him. Not to move in for a kiss, but to grind against him, rubbing his half hard cock into Steve's leg.

Steve chuckles again, a wave of fondness overcoming him as Kas takes what he wants. What he needs. Rubbing off against him were weeks and months ago, he would stand still until the shaking started, and Steve would have to bring him from the edge with gentle touch and loving words.

He trails one hand down to his ass to help him, to take control and give him a better angle. The effect is immediate as Kas lets out a guttural groan and pants, moaning around the syllables of his name.

"Yeah, you're doing so good, baby, taking what you need. You're so good. So good for me."

Kas nods, leaning their foreheads together as he loses himself in the delicate friction, and Steve finally relents. He ducks his head and claims those lips, moaning as Kas's sharp fangs catch his lip, drawing more blood and adding to the mess on their lips.

His resolve breaks when Kas's moans rise in pitch and frequency, knowing this is not enough for him. Knowing he wants to give him more. Steve reaches down, past the thin fabric of sweats Kas is wearing, and finds his magnificent cock, hard and leaking for him.

Always, always for him. They moan in unison as Steve begins stroking him, sucking on his tongue in time with the movement of his hands, rendering Kas almost motionless as he loses himself in the pleasure.

One day, Steve things, he'll have him writhing on his bed, hand fisted in his sheets, tearing them to shreds as Steve fucks into him with slow deliberation. Fucking the monster out of his memory and leaving only human remains, cock dumb and high on it. His name falling from those lips, blood-smeared and plump, the only thing these walls will hear aside from Good boy, and You're so good for me, and Fuck yourself on my cock, baby.

He'll take his time.

Soon.

Tonight, he doesn't get the luxury of taking his time as Kas grows desperate against him, coming with a keen as Steve bites down on his bottom lip and pulls.

"So good, baby," Steve pants as he strokes him through it, milking from him every last drop before bringing his hand up to those lips, kiss-swollen and blood red as they close around his fingers, gratefully licking up the come Steve feeds him.

That sight alone is almost enough for him to come in his pants, too, especially when Kas looks at him like that, pulling off his fingers with a slurping sound. Looking at him with hungry, hungry eyes that were made to destroy the world and rewrite history.

And yet all they do is give. And build. And smile, as he falls to his knees and pulls open Steve's belt, swallowing his cock to the hilt, massaging him with his fingers, his tongue, and vibrations that run through Steve's whole body until he, too, comes with a drawn-out groan.

He pulls Kas to his feet, combing his hair out of his sweat-slick forehead and having him meet his eyes with a gentler hold on his chin this time. "Say it."

Kas hesitates for just two seconds before a smile blooms on his face and he ducks his chin a little. "Good," he says. "I'm a good boy."

Steve hums around a smile himself, drawing a nonsensical pattern into the overheated skin of his cheek. "Whose?"

"Yours."

nonnie asked, i felt inspired. might turn this into a Thing.

[erin-bo-berin]

Trying

Part 1: Exiled

Steve Harrington x Female Reader

Warnings: Smut (Sex, Oral Sex--female receiving), Possible Season 4 spoilers (episodes 6 & 7)  mentioned from part 1

Word Count: 5.4k

I couldn’t end this story on such a sad note, so here’s an additional part that definitely gets smutty. Hope you enjoy!

You’d kept your promise to yourself.

It’d been two weeks since the spontaneous journey to the Upside Down. 

Through some miraculous discoveries from Dustin, including being able to communicate through Holly Wheeler’s Lite Brite, the five of you managed to escape through another gate. This one was located at the site of Chrissy Cunningham’s murder, in Eddie’s trailer. In the Upside Down, the group managed to venture there. On the other side was Dustin, Max, Lucas and Erica, a bed sheet rope and mattress waiting for your landing.

After all five had made it through to the correct world safely, you had walked away. You’d mumbled some excuses to the group that you couldn’t be a part of this anymore, much to their dismay. You were part of their family, they insisted. 

Of course, Steve was the one to catch up to you and beg you not to go. If only he’d done that weeks earlier, but now it was too little too late. 

He was still in that Dio jean vest Eddie had lent him and damn him if he didn’t look amazing in it. He was dirty, sweaty, and bloody, but he was beautiful. 

“Just please, leave me alone,” you’d begged.

He had.

Now, even as you regretted walking away from your friends, you found yourself eager to pick up your phone to see if you could call and catch Steve. Was he okay? Did he get his wounds checked out? You realized you didn’t even know if the gang had defeated Vecna or not.

Your mind kept wandering back to the Upside Down. Besides the painful interaction while you bandaged Steve up, there was one other memory that had found a home in your mind.

It had been mere minutes after you’d walked away from him—your simple statement saying that you weren’t okay speaking volumes more than those two words did—that the earth began to violently shake.

You heard the others shriek as you felt yourself being pulled back, held tight against Steve’s chest as he tried to support you both with a hand against the side of the large rock. Maybe the Upside Down earthquake had scrambled your brains as well because as inappropriate timing as it was, all you could focus on was the sensation of being pressed against his warm chest, his arm protectively holding on to you across your own chest.

Who knew you’d been so touch starved in just a month away from him that your senses immediately heightened from just being held by him again. Of course, to him, it wasn’t anything other than just making sure you were safe; an instinct that came naturally to him. But to you, it felt like home.

When he’d awkwardly let you go after the tremors had subsided, you’d nodded an equally awkward thanks and went on your way, trailing after the others. Just like the incident in the graveyard between you two, after Max’s terrifying experience, it wasn’t spoken about. It was like your whole relationship had never existed to him, as if it was taboo. 

But even weeks later, you couldn’t help but remember that small moment in a series of much more eventful ones. How you’d longed to have held on to him, knowing that even though you were in a scary, unfamiliar world, you and he were in this together. You’d longed to joke around with him easily as you’d walked through the woods with the others, something he’d usually do because he knew it kept you calm and thinking straight.

It was a Saturday night when a knock came from your front door. You’d been lounging around, eating ice cream out of the carton while watching whatever you could find on television. You hadn’t dared to attempt to rent a movie, knowing good and well that if you stepped into Family Video—regardless if Steve was working at that time or not—he would eventually find out you’d been there. 

You rose with a grumble, figuring it was one of the kids finally coming around to bug you—albeit you wouldn’t have minded as you did love them to death. The last person you would’ve thought to expect was your ex-boyfriend.

Your shock was evident as you stared at Steve, standing just outside your doorway.

“Hey.” His voice came out a bit raspy, maybe from the nerves that clearly showed on his face. 

His hands were stuffed in his jeans pockets as he stood, trying to appear casual. He was in his usual Steve-like apparel, jeans, sneakers and a polo. 

Damn those polos. They always looked so good on him, the sleeves just slightly loose on him, as if he didn’t want to fully show off his biceps, but you always noticed them—you knew they were there. This polo happened to be a light gray with thin, alternating blue and black stripes. It was open at the collar just enough for you to glimpse a peek at his chest hair. As it usually was, it was tucked into his jeans. You weren’t sure how he managed, but he made a simple shirt look like it was made for him.

There were no signs of the dirty, battered and bloodied man that you’d left behind weeks ago and you found yourself wondering if his injuries were healing alright. You noticed there seemed to be no sign of the strangulation marks from around his neck, although there appeared to be a slight bruise that was in its final stages of healing, but you couldn’t be sure if it was that, or just the light.

“Steve,” you managed to force out, realizing you’d likely been gaping too long, “Uh, hi?”

“Hey,” he repeated, hand rubbing his jaw, “I- I wanted to swing by and see how you were doing.”

“Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that?” you gestured towards his abdomen, where there had been a bandage tied tightly around him from a scrap of your shirt.

“I mean I’m still standing,” he chuckled lowly, “Nice shirt by the way.”

You glanced down, flushing slightly, realizing what you had on.

“I wondered where that had gotten to.”

It was one of Steve’s shirts that had somehow been left at your place after the countless nights he’d slept over. You hadn’t had the heart to return it and now you were embarrassed that he’d seen you wearing it. How pathetic were you? You’d been broken up for nearly six weeks yet here you were, still in his clothes.

It was identical to the yellow, lightweight sweater he’d worn the day of the Skull Rock and Lover’s Lake venture. The same one he’d pulled over his head effortlessly, moments before diving into the lake to locate the gate. This one, albeit being the same, soft material, was royal blue and looked just as good on him as its brighter companion. You’d manage to steal it though because it was just so comfortable.

The sleeves were longer on you, enough to cover chilled hands and it was long enough to land mid-thigh, thus being a perfect lounging outfit. Of course, you didn’t expect to find its owner staring at you in your doorway when you’d slipped it on earlier. Lately, it’d been a comfort to you, even if it did make you ache from loneliness.

“I don’t remember it looking that good on me,” he mumbled.

You stammered, not able to form any complete sentences, let alone words before he thankfully interrupted you.

“Can I come in? I need to talk to you.”

“Oh.” That you hadn’t expected. “Sure.”

You opened the door wider, stepping to the side as he walked across the threshold before you closed the door behind him.

“So,” you began awkwardly.

“Y/N,” he said at the exact same moment, your name coming out a bit roughly.

“Oh, go ahead,” you motioned towards him to continue what he was saying.

“I just wanted to apologize.”

Your brows furrowed, thinking he meant the Upside Down, monster hunting situations you’ve been involved in. You shook your head in response.

“Steve, you have no reason to. I chose to be a part of the group and help—”

But he cuts you off before you can continue.

“Not for that. For ruining everything. For breaking up with you. For hurting you.”

You inhaled sharply, already feeling the beginnings of tears pricking your eyes. When would you ever stop crying over him?

“You had your reasons Steve, I understand.”

You folded your arms around yourself, as if you could protect yourself from any more hurt. You had no idea what he could possibly say next.

“But I made a mistake, Y/N.”

You peered at him, waiting for him to continue.

“I made the biggest fucking mistake in letting you go. I think I knew that right away, but I tried to convince myself that it was the right thing to do. The safe thing to do, for you. Ironic huh?” he laughed flatly, “All I wanted to do was keep you safe, to make sure you wouldn’t ever get hurt and that’s exactly what I did to you.”

You’d thought the same thing.

“It’s just,” he goes on, raking a hand through his hair, clearly distressed, “I hadn’t stopped to think just how much danger I put you in back at Starcourt. I kept having nightmares. All I could think about was I would never forgive myself if anything happened to you. I mean I had no idea about all this Vecna stuff about to happen, but I knew I didn’t want anything to happen to you. That thought scared the shit out of me.”

You opened your mouth to speak, but he wasn’t done.

“Then suddenly you were around again. You have no idea how much I just wanted to take you aside and tell you how sorry I was for being such a dick. That I deserved your hatred even as I wanted to hold you in my arms and never let go. It hit me like a ton of bricks how much I fucked up. You were—you are the best thing to ever happen to me, Y/N. Then I saw your face as you were taking care of me in the Upside Down and it took all of my willpower to not drop to my knees and beg for your forgiveness. I just might have if the others hadn’t been around. I knew it then. I knew I had done exactly the opposite of sparing you from pain, I had been the cause of it and I hated myself for it. You looked so broken Y/N, so utterly broken. The light that had always been in your eyes had dimmed so much, it looked like the darkness that surrounded us down there. I’m so, so sorry. I will never be able to say it enough. I will regret my choice for the rest of my life. I don’t expect you to forgive me or even want me back, but I had to tell you. To let you know that I’m still so utterly in love with you. That I love you so much, it hurts. But in the best way possible. You’ve always brought out the best of me. I’m a stronger, better version of myself with you by my side and I would give you the world if I could. Even if you can’t find it in your heart to forgive me, if you don’t want to be with me, I’ll understand. I just wanted you to know that I never stopped loving you. I’m pretty damn sure I will never stop.”

You weren’t sure at what point in his monologue that you’d started crying, but the flow of tears was so steady you hadn’t even bothered to try and wipe them away. You knew if you tried, they'd quickly be replaced by another wet track. They dripped down onto the shirt of his you were in, slid down your neck as you listened to the man you loved pour his heart out to you. If you were able to speak, you’d tell him you loved him too, but you were at a loss for words. 

“Baby,” he whispered, the pet name slipping so easily from his lips, “Please don’t cry, I’m sorry.”

He didn’t hesitate a minute to move closer to you than where he’d just been. He hated seeing you cry, but at this point you couldn’t hold it back. You weren’t sure if it was from relief, love, sheer exhaustion from everything you’d been through or what, but the tears came steadily.

His hand came up to your cheek, palm flat against it as his thumb captured the next tear to fall, wiping it away. He was beating himself up, you could see his own self-imposed torture playing out behind his eyes. 

There was silence between the both of you as his other hand came up to your opposite cheek to do the same thing. He wiped gently and tenderly at the tear tracks, trying to dry your tears as they started coming to a stop. His eyes searched your face, dipping low enough that you knew he was gazing at your lips. Even if he desperately wanted to, you knew he wouldn’t kiss you unless you wanted him to. Only once you gave your approval would he give in to the yearning to feel his lips against yours.

Not surprisingly, that’s all you wanted right in this moment too. You tilted your head up, just enough to meet his gaze. The space between you and him was so close, you could feel his warm breath against your skin. The electricity between the both of you seemed to crackle with energy, the feeling like the air right before a thunderstorm. 

He didn’t even have to verbalize his question, it was written all over his face. With a slight nod of your head, your lips met his in what was likely the sweetest, most breathtaking kiss he’d ever given you. All your yearning, misery, love and joy went into this one kiss as your lips moved against his, as perfect as they always were. 

He held your face in his hands like it was the most delicate piece of china he’d ever touched as he kissed you so meaningfully. At some point, your arms had unfurled from around yourself and reached out to him. One hand rested on his chest while the other slid into his hair at the base of his neck. It felt so good to be able to kiss him again, to feel like you were where you belonged. 

When you’d parted, you were breathless from both the kiss and Steve in general. 

“I’m yours,” you whispered, taking his hand, leading him backwards towards your room.

You bit your bottom lip nervously as you peered up at him, hoping he wouldn’t reject the idea. There would be time for more conversation later, but now you wanted this.

His eyes that were filled with softness earlier turned lust filled.

“Fuck, don’t look at me like that,” he partially whined, bringing his lips back toward yours as you crossed into your bedroom, his foot kicking the door shut behind him.

“Like what?” you asked, when you broke the kiss long enough to question him.

There was another series of short, breathless kisses before he answered you, as if he was afraid he was dreaming and wasn’t really here becoming intoxicated by you.

“With those doe eyes. So eager and full of love. I don’t deserve it.”

“Steve,” you stopped him before he could capture your lips again, your hand on his chest to hold him back long enough to say what you had to say, “I need you to stop beating yourself up, okay?”

His tongue peeked out over his lips as his wet them, before answering with a nod. You knew it wouldn’t be the easiest thing for him, but that was just the type of man he was. 

“Even if it was a mistake, you did what you thought was best at the time. You’re here now and so am I. That’s all that matters right now.”

Your fingers traced the line of his jaw and he moved his face towards your hand, kissing your fingers.

“At least let me show you how sorry I am?” 

His eyebrow arched at you and your lips curled into a smile.

“Be my guest.”

You sat back on the bed, scooting up towards the headboard as he crawled over you, kissing you once again. As you laid back, he came down with you, his fingers gently gliding along your hair, where his hand rested on it.

That’s how you spent the majority of the next few minutes, just kissing, exploring one another’s mouths as if it’d been months not weeks since you’d last been in this scenario. 

His hands were light as feathers as they skimmed down your body, giving your hips a gentle squeeze, his lips nipping at your jaw.

“I missed you so much, Y/N,” he murmured into your neck, leaving kisses there as well.

“You’re in luck Harrington,” you teased lightly, your bare foot rubbing his jeans clad leg in an affectionate gesture, “I missed you too.”

His thumb brushed over your lips, now red and swollen from the amount of intense kisses shared. With a soft laugh, he shook his head smiling to himself.

“What?” you grinned.

His happiness was contagious. You couldn’t help but feel just a tad bit light and floaty, seeing how his smile brightened his face drastically, the corners of his eyes crinkling, something they did anytime he smiled or laughed.

“If it hadn’t been the fact that I was in pain with the others right nearby or that we’d been in the damn Upside Down, I would’ve kissed you senseless last time I saw you.”

“I don’t know, nothing better to ruin evil creatures’ plans than with a steamy make out,” you laughed, “That’s definitely something they wouldn’t see coming.”

His laughter echoed deep in his chest, his hair falling into his eyes. You reached up to push the strand out of his eyes, inadvertently sobering the moment.

“Hey,” he whispered.

“Hey yourself.”

“You sure you’re okay with this?”

His thumbs rubbed circles against your hip bones where his hands had stayed and hadn’t moved further down yet. 

“Positive,” you answered, fingers attempting to grip the polo, to pull it out of its tucked in place and off his body.

He leaned back on his heels, pulling it off for you, knowing what you were prepared to see. He’d been with you many times, but he’d never felt quite as vulnerable as he did right now. 

“Steve,” you gasped, sitting up, looking at where the injuries on either side of his abdomen had been.

They weren’t nearly as bad as when you’d last seen them, but they were also still in the process of healing. They were jagged and rough to the touch as you ran your fingers over them gently, his breath hitching. 

“Do they still hurt?” your brows furrowed in concern, pulling your fingers away quickly.

“No, no,” he shook his head, “Thankfully they stopped hurting about a week ago. It’s just—” he paused, gulping, as your fingers brushed the healing skin again.

You knew what he meant. It was the intimacy of it. It wasn’t something that was unusual for you and he, it’d just been quite a while since you’d been this close. The intimacy and sexual relationship had been suffering within the last weeks of your relationship, but never because of lost attraction.

“They were the worst of the wounds so they’re taking longer than my neck and back did to heal. They’re awful to look at, I know, I’m sor—”

“Steve,” you quieted his rambling, his eyes flickering up towards yours, “You know I don’t care about that shit.”

You saw relief evident on his face. You knew he was apprehensive about your reaction to the twin injuries, as if it might change your attraction to him, make him less perfect to you. But nothing could do that. He was perfect just the way he was, no matter if he had battle scars or not.

Your arms looped around his neck, pulling him in for another kiss as his palms slid under your shirt, up your stomach. They stopped just under your breasts, cupping them in his hands, thumbs flicking over your hardening nipples. 

Your surprised gasp had him smirking into the kiss, glad some things were still the same. You’re nothing if not even more reactive to him now.

He moves back to push his shirt up your body, kissing the exposed skin as he goes. Chills erupt over your body, more at the contact of his kisses than the cool air.

“It’s honestly insulting how much better this looks on you,” he mock huffs.

“Stop,” you grin, feeling yourself blush, “It’s just cozy to wear okay?”

“Yeah and it also tests my willpower to keep from bending you over and fucking you in it.”

Your jaw slackens a bit, your flaming cheeks now more from the heat beginning to stir in you, something only he can bring out within you. While you’re momentarily speechless, he lifts the garment over your head, gently pushing you to lay back against the cool sheets once again.

A low groan sounds deep in his throat as his eyes take you in, naked but for your casual everyday underwear.

“God, you’re beautiful,” Steve mutters reverently.

He could swear you were even more beautiful than you’d been the last time he’d seen you like this. He had no doubts that you were.

“Steve, I’m in laundry day underwear,” you cover your face, wishing you’d known to wear at least something a tad sexier.

“You know I don’t care about that shit,” he repeats your words from earlier, gently prying your hands from your face and you see his serious expression, knowing he meant it with all his heart.

He meets your lips in a short kiss before bringing his lips down your chin, neck and chest, kissing any inch of skin he possibly can. He wants to enjoy this moment with you for as long as possible because he never wants to lose you again.

His mouth stops at your sternum, just between your breasts before fanning his kisses over one, his hand coming over the other, squeezing it firmly enough to make you inhale sharply. His lips close around your nipple, sucking on it just enough to make your back arch and a tiny moan to erupt.

Having a short attention span when it comes to your body, he kisses sporadically down your stomach, fingers just barely dipping into the waistband of your underwear.

“Steve, please,” you groan, not being able to withstand the anticipation.

“Sweetheart, I haven’t gotten to do this in way too long. You better fucking believe I’m taking my time and enjoying this.”

Your teeth scrape over your bottom lip as his fingers just barely flutter over the fabric of your underwear. He lifts an amused brow at the arousal already there, soaking the fabric, as he looks up with a smirk.

“Still got my charm, don’t I?”

The cocky son of a bitch. But, you didn’t disagree. Steve was always a great lover whether he was hot, heavy and desperate for you or he took his time with you, like now, where he was appreciating every kiss, every inch of your skin, every moment he could be close to you in this way. The sensuality of it was just as arousing.

In the split second your mind took to veer off track, he’d removed the last item of clothing left on your body. One finger ran a path over you from your hole up to your clit before he leaned down and kissed your inner thigh.

“Fucking hell I missed you,” he groaned, as you squirm in his touch, just wanting his mouth on you.

His teasing kisses continue as his lips travel from the top of one thigh towards the inside of it. He doesn’t just stop at one, he does it on both, finally sliding one of his long fingers in you, moving it at a languid pace. 

“Steve, please,” you moan, desperate.

It had been way too long for you to handle too much teasing at this point and he knew it. He knew you and your body better than you did, just like he knew that now was the perfect time to oblige you.

His mouth finds your throbbing clit and his tongue flicks against it, eliciting a sharp moan from you.

“Oh, fuck,” you moan, straining against the hold he had on your thighs, keeping you held firmly in place, “I forgot how good you are at that.”

He takes a moment to glance up at you mischievously. 

“Baby, I’m gonna make sure you’re never forgetting that again.”

Before you can even think of words to respond, his mouth is back in place, licking and sucking, making sure to keep you on your toes as you never know what his next move is. At some point, his one, slow and torturous moving finger has become two and they’re just a working part of this symphony—bending and curling, moving in and out of you as you clutch at the sheets. You’ve been reduced to nothing but a moaning mess as you start clenching around his digits, the familiar bundle of pleasure building at the bottom of your stomach.

You don’t even have to tell him how close you are, your whimpers of his name and your body giving him all the clues he needs. He works you until you’re crying out, an expletive falling repeatedly from your lips.

He may just be in love, but he thinks it’s the cutest thing ever.

You’re breathing heavily, when he crawls over you once again, pushing a stray piece of hair off your forehead as he looks down at you tenderly.

“How we doing, sweetheart?”

“Pretty damn good,” you respond, still winded.

Your hands work at his belt as he kisses you deeply, the taste of you mingling in the kiss. When you’ve gotten the button popped on his jeans, he helps you the rest of the way, finally pushing them down and off his hips, ridding of his underwear as well.

When you move in an attempt to have his way with him, he stops you gently.

“Another time, okay? After all, I’m supposed to be the one apologizing to you,” he grinned.

Still, you reached down between the both of you, wrapping your hand around him firmly. The smile slipped from his face as his mouth fell open in a low moan.

“I want this,” you say boldly, gazing up at him, your voice nor your gaze wavering, “Inside me. So deep inside me that I will feel it tomorrow. Remind me I’m yours. Make me remember what I’ve missed.”

With one heated kiss, he moves your hand, lacing his fingers with yours and laying them next to your head while simultaneously nudging your legs just a tad further apart so he can settle between them comfortably.

He gives you what you ask for and pushes into you, moans coming from both of you. It’s been long enough the stretch of him inside you is such a deliriously amazing feeling and you tell him so. The hand that isn’t in his clutches at his bicep, fingertips digging into it. You fit together so perfectly, it’s like he’s a missing puzzle piece. 

His hips move slowly at first, praises for you just tumbling from his mouth.

“You feel so good, Y/N,” he practically whines, “You always feel so fucking good.”

You’re as close as two can get, but at this moment all you want is to be closer to him. You didn’t realize how the time apart made you hungry for him, not only sexually, but just in a pure intimate state. He was all yours and you were all his.

“I need more,” you murmur, wanting to feel him as much as humanly possible.

You pull him closer against you and you feel him squeeze your hand as he thrusts harder and deeper into you.

With an additional squeeze of your hand, he lets go, hands sliding around and under your back, pressing your torso against his own. His piercing gaze meets your own as your hand slides over his shoulder, into his hair tangling itself in it. You’ve both given up on kisses at this point, much too breathless and focused on other things at this point.

Your hips move at the same rhythm as his, your nails scratching at his back, which thankfully is fully healed—although at this rate he’ll have new scratches by morning. 

You could’ve possibly yelped when his realignment hits such a deliciously deep spot, you can’t hold back. He loves it, he always has. He doesn’t fail to remind you of this again.

“Make those pretty noises for me baby,” he grunts, his fingertips nearly bruising your skin from his vise-like grip on your body, “Fuck, I love you so much. I love you.”

His moans are so needy, he sounds so needy and it drives you wild. Even if he’s in charge, something about seeing him so utterly wrecked and whining with need because of you, sends you into a spiral. 

Your eyes have been screwed shut from the sheer ecstasy and you open them enough to see Steve moving above you. Strands of hair stuck to his forehead where a sheen of sweat glistened, his eyes dark and filled with euphoria, his slackened jaw emitting the sexiest moans and groans from above you. You’re his complete undoing and he’s lost in you as much as you are in him. It’s only then when you feel the true depth of your love for him. There would be no way you couldn’t take him back because you were utterly and completely in love with him.

Your moans and whines are coming more frequently, more desperate as the pit of fire gets closer to erupting and flooding your veins.

“Steve,” you pant, small moans lacing your words, “I’m yours.”

He’s so close to his own finish and he drops his head into the crook of your neck, leaving a sloppy kiss there.

“Again. Say it again,” he half pleads, almost needing to hear it. 

He refuses to let himself go until he knows you’re right there with him. He reaches down, rubbing circles on your clit and you’re a moaning mess in his ear.

“I’m yours.”

Like a flash of lightning, your orgasm rips through you and you’re flying, seeing stars like you belong in a damn spaceship. Someone has lit a match to your entire body as it burns inside and out, waves of pleasure starting at your core and rippling outwards. But you’re here, entwined with Steve, who you know is holding on as long as he can, trying to savor every bit of this intimate, special reunion of you two.

Your hand is somehow entangled back in his hair again—a gesture you can’t seem to steer away from.

“C’mon Steve, let me hear you,” you coo, your toes still curling from the high you’re still not yet recovered from, “You know I love to hear you.”

“Fuck, Y/N,” his grip on your hips tightens as his broken moans fill the room, “You can have anything you want baby.”

“I love you,” the whispered moan falls from your lips.

Your name is like a mantra as he tenses above you, finally letting go after staying in control so long. You feel warmth flooding your thighs and you know he’s filled you entirely, something you absolutely love. 

Your heart flutters in your chest as he presses his lips against yours in a fervent kiss though it quickly softens as your bodies start to still. He pulls away leaning his forehead against yours, smiling at you before nudging your cheek with his nose.

“I love you so much,” comes his reply to your earlier statement.

You expect to feel a loss when he slips out of you, laying at your side, but you don’t. You still feel warm and fuzzy, the tingles and post sex haze still clouding your mind. You mumble about not worrying about the mess between your legs for the moment as all you want to do is just lay with him.

He grabs the sheet, pulling it over your bodies before pulling you close. You find your head on his chest, just like you always love to do and his arm drapes around your waist. 

“You know how I said earlier I was going to make it up to you?” Steve asked.

You nodded sleepily.

“That was me trying.”

[flowercrowngods]

still on my journey to get better at smut, so uhhhh

chubby!steve fucking eddie at a highschool reunion

(explicit, ca. 1.1k | dom-ish top steve, belly kink, light degradation kink, multiple orgasms, semi-public sex, reunion sex??)

Eddie lets out a high-pitched moan as Steve lifts him off the ground, crowding him against the wall with all that glorious, glorious strength, manhandling Eddie like it’s nothing. If his dick weren’t already painfully hard and throbbing with need, it would be now, trapped as it is against Steve’s belly. It’s the hottest thing Eddie’s ever experienced.

“That what this is, baby?” Steve taunts, slowly grinding against Eddie, the bulge in those preppy-ass pants hot and hard against him.

Eddie moans again, shaking his head in denial even though they both know it’s useless, pointless. He’s been exposed. Quite literally, too.

“You think I’m sexy like this? I make you hard just from looking at me? Don’t think I didn’t see you there, Munson.”

God, the mouth on this man! Eddie never did stand a chance.

“You wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid, letting me manhandle you like that. Think I can fuck yon against the wall, Eddie? Hold my dainty little princess up while I fuck all the words right out of your dirty little mouth, hmm?”

Eddie moans again, his hands finding their way into Steve’s hair, tugging and pushing and pulling him closer, closer, closer. He needs more. He needs Steve to do all of that and more. Come inside him, mark him up, let it trail out of him while they return to the gym — or leave him like that for everyone else to see, everyone else who happens to walk by this abandoned classroom in search for some privacy.

It’s been ten years. Ten years since Steve Harrington in all his glory graduated school and left Hawkins behind.

And oh, those years must have been glorious for him if he looks like this now. Bulky. Strong. Magnificent. Like he’s finally grown into that muscle he’s always had and polished it up with some softness.

Eddie was hard the moment he laid eyes on him.

And now here they are — in their old science classroom. If there were any coherent thought left in his mind, he’d make some quip about finally getting some biology lessons.

As it is, though, Steve surges up to claim his lips in a searing, filthy kiss while he divests Eddie of the rest of his clothing.

Eddie is naked now, trapped against the wall by that magnificent bulk of a man who is still fully dressed save for his suit pants being unbuttoned and that white dress shirt open all the way, exposing his hairy chest and tummy. The need to touch him is stronger now than the need to be fucked brainless, and Steve’s groan when Eddie runs his hands up and down those large pecs is absolutely worth the momentary lack of friction.

“You’re so pretty,” he whispers, unaware of the words leaving his mouth until they find their mark, making Steve falter in his frantic movements.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Eddie swallows. “Always wondered what you’d look like now. Hoped for this.” He trails his hand down the prominent happy trail, all the way to where Steve’s cock is still trapped, leaking against his underwear.

They both moan as Eddie feels him up, gently jerking him as much as the angle allows, and Steve meets his movements with thrusts of his own, which in turn provides friction for Eddie’s throbbing erection.

God, this man is glorious. He wants to shout it from the rooftops.

“That so?” Steve murmurs, hands coming up to Eddie’s hair again, one of them trailing down to his lips. “King Steve was never enough for you, hmm? You wanted more. Always knew you were a greedy little slut, Eddie Munson. Practically begging for it with your little stunts. Wanted my eyes on you, didn’t you? We’re always so stupid for me.”

He moves his hips in a particularly mean thrust that makes Eddie keen, one finger moving past his lips for Eddie to suck while the one in his hair pulls meanly before coming down to his cock, jerking so hard and fast that Eddie’s legs quiver. Not that it matters, with the hold Steve has on him without even using his hands.

Eddie has nowhere to go; one finger in his mouth and a skilled hand on his dick. He doesn’t want to go anywhere. He wants to stay in this moment forever. Wants to tell Steve as much — stupidly — but all that comes out is a series of “Ah—ah—ah—ffffuck!” as the man renders him useless.

“All you had to do was ask,” Steve taunts, condescending in every possible way, and Eddie almost blows his load just then.

“P—Please,” he manages around Steve’s finger in his mouth, and the asshole speeds up. It’s all Eddie can do to shake his head, to whine between his moans and let him know that, No, not like that! “Want you. Need you.”

“You have me,” Steve whispers, his lips touching Eddie’s in an almost-kiss that is so intoxicating Eddie loses all sense of self for a second there.

“Fuck me,” Eddie whines. “Please. F—Fuck me against the wall, fuck the words right, right outta my mouth, fuck— like you said. Like that. Please.”

And oh, Steve does. Prepares him on four fingers until there are no words in Eddie’s brain anymore, clamps his hand over his mouth because “I don’t want anyone to find you just yet, baby. Want you all to myself. Want your cum on my belly and have you clean it up, eat it all like the filthy slut you are.”

He fucks him deeper than anyone’s ever fucked him, leaves him trembling with need even after he’s come twice, splattered Steve’s soft belly with it and almost came a third time just from that vision alone.

“One more, baby,” Steve tells him. “One more for me, then I’m gonna fill you up just like you want it, yeah? Fill you so good, mark you up so everyone knows you spread your legs for the King like my pretty little concubine. My pretty little princess, hmm? You gonna come again for me? Can you be a good boy for me?”

Eddie can. He comes with a muffled shout, adding a third load to Steve’s skin, framed by his otherwise pristine suit in what must be the most obscene vision Eddie’s ever seen.

Steve strokes him through it, gentler now, telling him how proud he is, how good Eddie was for him as he thrusts his hips one, two, three more times before he, too, finds his release in Eddie’s body. Well, in the condom; they’re not stupid. But a man can dream.

And, oh, does he dream. With Steve still inside him, his hips bucking with aftershocks as he buries his face in Eddie’s neck, licking and sucking and biting.

Eddie will always dream of Steve Harrington. Especially after tonight.

was gonna put this in @hotluncheddie’s ask box but then it hit 1k so here we go instead i guess

[flowercrowngods]

sub!kas!eddie is such a good idea because eddie *does* just wanna be a good boy <3 (@a-little-unsteddie)

🥰🤍 thank you! i don’t take credit for that, though, that belongs to the nonnie 🫶

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cw: there still be smut here

“Please,” Kas says, drooling around his fingers. His eyes are glowing still, his hips twitching like he’s fucking into something invisible, something that only exists in his fucked-out imagination. Steve is obsessed with him.

“I couldn’t hear you, baby,” he taunts, adding another finger for Kas to drool around, feeling a line of spit running down his palm. His dick twitches at the feeling, at the vision of it — four fingers in that pretty mouth, and still he begs.

“Please.” And it’s more a moan than anything else, loud and sweet and breaking around the edges because his baby is so, so close.

But it’s not enough. He needs Steve. He needs those fingers wrapped around his beautiful cock, needs him to play with that plug and shove it in a little deeper. And he needs Steve to bite his neck as he whispers promises into his pale skin, telling him that he’s good, he’s good, he’s so, so good.

And Steve is so happy to give him everything he needs until he’s ready to just take it.

more? make me!

[flowercrowngods]

So many good wips!!!

Please more sub!kas!eddie 💞

anything for you! 🥰🤍 sub!kas!eddie

cw: there be smut here

There is something so ethereal about Kas on his knees, hips bucking and rutting against nothing but air, his hands bound behind his back, and blood-smeared lips wrapped around Steve’s fingers. Pearls of sweat on his forehead, running down his cheeks all the way to his neck in a mirror of the blood still trickling down Steve’s neck — Kas never got to clean up his mess before he lost himself in the heady rush and Steve had to put an end to it.

In fact, Steve prefers it if Kas leaves him a little messy. There is something heady about it, having the blood sucked out of his body as he feels them both growing hard, and then pulling away just as Kaa loses himself in the pleasure of it, rubbing his hard cock into Steve’s hip. Having him look so lost, eyes blown and black, glowing red with lust, ready and willing to let Steve do anything to him for just a little more.

Oh, and more he gets!

The humming sound of his favourite vibrator meanly thrumming right against that sensitive sweet spot is drowned out by choked off moans and whimpers that would sound pathetic if they weren’t so damn pretty, muffled against Steve’s hand.

“What do we say, baby?” Steve asks, shoving his fingers a little deeper into the wet heat of his mouth. “What do we say when we want to come, hmm? Words that would never leave a monster’s lips.”

Kas whimpers, swallowing around Steve’s fingers and shoving his face into his palm. Always trying to hide. Always so goddamn sweet about it. Steve wants to ruin him.

But not yet. So he rubs the heel of his palm into his own throbbing cock for just a moment of relief, moaning in turn with Kas who’s watching his every move.

more? make me 😏