#stepdad!steve harrington

[thatjubilant-nixie]

Stepdad!Steve Harrington x Innocent!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 948

Warning(s): NSFW 18+, dark content, stepcest, age gap, innocent!inexperienced!reader, daddy kink, corruption kink? soft!stepdad!steve, pet names, cnc, dubcon, the true victim- Mr. Grizzly the teddy bear

A/N: guess who has purged back from writing hiatus? 🤭 also, i do not control your consumption. this is a dark fic.

Steve came to wish his little girl sweet dreams when he opened your bedroom door to find you humping your stuffie furiously. He could hear the wetness of your arousal against the face of your dear beloved teddy.

He froze, mouth agape as he took in what was happening right in front of him. Whimpers and groans escaped your plushy lips. Your head tilted back as your jaw opened and closed. Your eyebrows furrowed, you seemed to be focused and frustrated. Steve’s emotions were conflicted. He could close the door and let you go at it or he could help his little princess get-

“Daddy!?” Fuck. You stopped your actions completely and stared at your stepdad with wide eyes. He could see the panic in your eyes.

“I uh-“ Keep calm, keep fucking calm.

“Came to say goodnight, honey. What are you doing up so late?” He tried to swallow down the lump in his throat. The bulge in his jeans got harder as seconds went.

“It h-hurts, Daddy. S-something feels f-funny.” Your eyes well up with tears. “‘M all tingly and w-warm. Don’t know what’s h-happening.” Steve slowly entered and closed the door behind him, keeping his intense stare on you as he did. You looked back down at the soaked stuffie, guilt panged your senses.

“Didn’t mean t-to make a m-mess, Daddy. Felt to good.” Hair covered your eyes as you looked sadly at your teddy bear, Mr. Grizzly. Steve contemplated on what he could do, putting his hands on his hips, situating his feet.

He wrestled with his mind before he made a decision. “W-…would you like some help, baby?” Your head shot in his direction, a glimmer of hope sketched your expression. “P-please?! Please Daddy?” His heart ached at your desperation. His little girl needed his help giving your pretty pussy some relief.

He took a deep breath as he walked to you. You cranked your head backwards as Steve kneeled on one knee behind you, his other leg rested against the bed and the floor. You felt as if all the air in the room got sucked out as Steve leaned his entire torso onto your back. The warmth of his body made your eyes flutter and your silky walls clench.

“You comfy, honey?” He bumped his nose against your temple. The scent of vanilla and strawberries filled his lungs. Steve could get high off the smell of you. That wasn’t the only thing that caught his scent. A tangy aroma made saliva pool in his mouth. God he wanted you so bad.

“Mhm.” A small smile tugged at his lips. “Why don’t you show Daddy what you were doing before, hmm?” His large hands rubbing up and down your arms in a soothing manner. Goosebumps erupted across you as your engorged clit buckled against the beady nose of Mr. Grizzly. You gradually picked up a pace, huffing and leaning your head against Steve’s broad shoulder. The hands that massaged your arms wonder in different directions. One palming its way to your breast, the other flattening on the lower part of your stomach.

The warmth engulfed you as your ruts stuttered, the giant palm on your stomach pressed into you. “Wh- Daddy?” Steve’s hard cock twitched at your cry. He nuzzled his face into your neck as you began to buckle, littering tiny kisses along your jugular. “Feeling good, honey?” All you could do was nod your pretty head, mind all fuzzy and floaty. “Mr. Grizzly sure is messy.” He chuckled quietly before sucking in a quick breath. He looked down, slick coated the face of the stuffie. A rush of possessiveness urged Steve. He was jealous of the fucking teddy bear.

Jealous of the way your little cunny weeped against it. Jealous that he wasn’t the face you are getting off on. He wants to be the one you grind your mound against, crying until you can’t take anymore, which was happening now. Sobs of frustration cried its way out. “What’s wrong? You were doing such a good job, honey.” Steve wrapped his arms around you, embracing your fragile body, hushing you. “Can’t d-do it, Daddy. S-something feels weird.” He kissed your forehead tenderly. “It’s your orgasm, baby. That’s the best part. Gotta keep going so you can feel better, yeah?” Your bleary eyes caught his hazel orbs.

“Just keep going, baby. I’ve got you.” So you did. Hands interlocked with his large ones, wrapped around you. You hide your face in the crook of his neck as the twist in your tummy became overwhelming. You were riding Mr. Grizzly like your life depended on it, tucked in your Daddy’s arms, making sure you stay grounded while your mind drifted far away. Your body was on fire.

“O-oh god, Daddy! ‘S so tingly! I can feel it in my tummy!” The statement was a dragged out whine. You couldn’t think anymore, your nails scratched into his forearms, leaving little red lines. “Oh that’s it, honey. Look at you. So fucking good, baby. I’ve got you. Daddy’s here.” Your climax forced you into a squirming fit. Steve shoved his hand over your lips before you could scream to the neighborhood.

You felt dizzy and hazy. Your legs wouldn’t stop jerking around, squishing Mr. Grizzly between your thighs. Tears dribbled down Steve’s hand that was clasped against your lips. Your insides felt all gooshy and feverish. Your little hole couldn’t stop convulsing.

“Such a good girl. Feel any better, honey?” He cooed in your ear, brushing your hair off your sweaty face. “‘M tired.” Steve laughed out, kissing your forehead gently, “Alright. Let’s put my princess to bed.”

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[diaryofaprettyprincess]

Stepdad! Steve and his Bestfriend Eddie. Innocently corrupting little girl!reader. Reader thinking playtime with Daddy and Uncle Eddie is a normal thing. Steve and Eddie coming home and being like “hey! Uncle Eddie’s here!” And reader being giggling like “im not done with homework yet!!” Getting pulled into their laps. Up to you from there. Thanks preemptively!! I love your work 💜💜💜!!!

hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh omygod.

CW: ddlg dynamics, little(ish)!reader, stepcest mentioned, dark content, stuff about taking advantage of reader

they're so touchy and playful with you at first... lifting your skirt up 'jokingly' as you squeal-- giggling when they snap your panties onto your skin. just finding any excuse to touch you or kiss you or expose your body in some sort of 'innocent' form.

when steve calls out to you that your "..uncle eddie is over for playtime!", you giggle, excitement twirling through you before responding to your stepdad with an, "m not done with homework yet!!" right before you hear the dominant thumps of eddie's combat boots on the floor as he makes his way to the kitchen table with steve where you sit, scribbling on some paper. eddie groans jokingly as he pulls your chair out, picking you up and plopping you onto his lap; rubbing his hands all over your waist as he kisses your cheek. "you're not done with homework?!" he exclaims in faux shock, and your just all smiles and giggles--blushing when eddie sighs, running his hands on the side of your upper thighs.

"she's been working all day, eddie.." steve grins, cupping your chin with his palm so he can kiss the top of your head as he makes his way around the table to take a seat on the chair across from you and eddie.

"yeah?" eddie grins, his pearly whites slowing his chewing on the mint gum in his mouth. he looks at you."you been a smart little girl today--huh, baby?"

you nod, smiling shly as he pinches your cheek with his tattooed pointer finger and thumb, scrunching his nose up slightly before kissing the corner of your mouth softly--the hair above his upper lip and chin tickling your skin.

eddie turns to look at steve, running his right hand down your shoulder and arm.

"god..she's fuckin' adorable, steve.."

your stepdad adjusts himself in his seat, tongue poking the side of his mouth as he chuckles, nodding.

"like i don't know that already.. she's my favorite girl." he winks at you, and the way they are talking about you as though you aren't in the room makes you warm.

eddie and steve admire you for a few moments more until steve pipes up. "hey, you wanna beer?"

eddie nods, "yeah, thanks, man," before steve gets up and goes to the fridge.

your 'uncle' adjusts you on his lap, his leather jacket crinkling as he plays with your pigtails, flopping them up and down, tugging lightly on your left one.

"so," he begins, "your daddy been driving you crazy, sweet girl?"

you turn to face him, a meek smile on your lips as you furrow your brows. "no..he plays with me all the time! i love him." you whisper the last part, swallowing.

eddie narrows his eyes in fake suspicion, making you laugh, your face hot.

"yeah? what uh--what do you guys do for fun, huh?"

you shrug, thinking. "sometimes he tickles me," you note.

eddie raises his eyebrow. "..tickles you?"

you giggle, thighs clenched. "y-yeah.. he tickles me in my--my princess parts.. when 'm feelin tingly 'n stuff."

you feel something hard beneath you..the belt buckle of eddie's pressed more firmly against your ass than three minutes ago.

"y-yeah?" eddie clears his throat, his left hand sneaking underneath your skirt and inching its way to your clothed cunt. "daddy makes this cute little pussy gush all over him?"

your whole body goes hot.

you aren't able to respond at his crude language as steve makes his way back to you both, handing eddie his beer and then groaning softly as he sits back down in front of you.

"what were you guys talkin' about?" steve asks, taking a swig from his beer.

eddie smiles, patting the side of your thigh as you yelp and jump slightly. "nothin' much..jus' wondering when this sweet girl's gonna be done." he mouths over your neck as you squirm in his grasp, whining.

"been waiting all day for our playdate, princess..." eddie whispers in your ear before pulling away, sipping his beer and smirking at your flustered state as steve eyes the two of you.

the metal-head beams smugly, pulling away from your neck and putting the beer on the table in front of you as you quiver lightly.

your eyes flit to the drink as you fidget with your pencil. eddie notices asking, "you wanna try, sweetheart?" he lifts the bottle to your lips.

before you can respond or open your mouth, steve does first. "hey, she doesn't need to be having that.."

"she can try a little bit.." eddie reasons, his voice gentle.

steve stays quiet for a moment so you look up at him, eyes shimmering. "can i, daddy?" your voice is soft and unsure.

your stepdad shrugs, pursing his lips and nodding once. "only a little, baby..don't want you getting a tummy ache later."

you nod, giggling lightly as eddie lifts the beer to your lips, praising you softly with a "good girl" as you drink the bitter liquid, grimacing slightly.

your daddy and 'uncle' chuckle at your reaction. eddie pets the side of your head, tucking some loose strands behind your ear. "your first big girl drink. look at you, sweetheart--all grown up." he pretends to cry, making you laugh, forgetting what he said to you earlier (but only for a moment as you feel his hand sneak between your warm thighs).

[ameliora-j]

Double penetration with Steve and Eddie 😵‍💫 better yet, stepdad!Eddie and his best friend Steve

content: anal, piv, praise, daddy kink, dark content

“daddy” you shriek out, clenching around steve as your nails raked down his chest. he had decided that he would share you with his best friend eddie tonight.

“yeah baby?” he whispered, his thumb bullying your poor, sensitive clit. his best friend was pressing the mushroom head of his cock along your tight asshole. he leaned over and spit down onto your clenching hole before slowly pushing his extensive length in, in, in.

with each inch he pushed into your ass, your breath stuttered and hiccuped as your ass was stretched wide. “daddy, daddy, daddy” you chanted, falling into his chest as tears brimmed along your waterline.

“i’ve gotcha baby” steve whispered, holding your hips gently. you whimpered as eddie’s fat cock bullied it’s way into your tight asshole.

eddie kissed over your spine softly. licking up your neck. he knew better than to mark you, for although he was sharing and had shared you before, you belonged to steve. that was made clear by the thin, black, velvet collar adorning your name with a diamond ‘S’ charm dangling from it.

“we’ll wait until you’re ready, my love” steve whispered softly, kissing along your cheek and jaw.

“may i have a kiss please, daddy?” you whispered softly, looking up at him as your head rested on his shoulder.

“of course, princess” he whispered, turning and pressing a gentle kiss to your lips as his fingers rested beneath your chin. you kissed him back, nails digging into his shoulders as he licked deep into your mouth.

“i’m ready” you whispered as you slowly pulled away from the kiss. steve nodded. slowly pulled back before snapping his hips forward against your’s. eddie was right behind him, his cock slamming deep into your ass right after steve’s bullied your gspot.

“oh you’re being so good for us, baby” eddie murmured, gently kissing along your shoulders. “such a tight, wet hole” he growled.

“oh thank you!” you moaned out. they fucked you roughly. relentlessly pounding into you until you were sobbing and panting. falling into steve’s shoulder and shaking between their bodies. making you cum, and cum, and cum untill you were sobbing and begging for a break.

they broke you down and then they built you back up with cuddles and kisses and a nice hot bath. before you laid and bed and begged them to fill you back up, because you couldn’t sleep when you felt so empty.

so, eddie pushed deep into your asshole as steve hooked your leg over his hip and pushed slowly into your cunt. you laid your head on steve’s shoulder and fell into a comfortable rhythm of sleep, breathing in time with the steady beating of your daddy’s heart.

[lightvixxen]

Hi im on my horny shit anyway tw: stepcest under the cut stepdad!steve x reader + dbf!eddie x reader (kinda) Eddie is Steves friend reminder that all parties are 18+ and consenting. Nothing is explicit just a precaution!

Thinking about stepdad!steve with an absolute brat of a stepdaughter, who can’t help but talk back, and blatantly disrespect him in his own home, it only got worse when you came back from college. And at the end of the day had the audacity to get on her knees at the end of the day and beg for forgiveness.

It works of course, Steve can’t help but give into the teary eyes you give him, promising to be on your best behavior tomorrow!! Which obviously, never comes. Cue Steve venting to his equally fucked up friend, who knows about your…relationship. Eddie, he knows a thing or two with dealing with brats. You just need a firmer hand to break you down.

Because Steve is soft, he doesn’t know how to handle a brat younger than him, Eddie on the other hand? It only takes an hour before your crumbling underneath him.

Just a Eddie teaching Steve’s stepdaughter a lesson in respect when it comes to her daddy!!!

[harrywavycurly]

For the Steve/Eddie x Reader thing imagining Eddie and Steve coparenting together makes me want to laugh but also melt🥺

Hiii babes!! It makes me wanna melt and also laugh as well😂 like imagine this…

Eddie is there Friday evening to pick his daughter up from the Reader’s house and when Steve opens the door Eddie has to hold back a laugh because here is “king Steve” in a tiara and blue feather boa wrapped around his neck and a teacup in his hand. Eddie would say something teasing like “Nice look Harrington, going for step mom of the year?” which Steve ignores because before he can even respond the little girl is pulling Eddie inside the house by his wrist and leading him down the hallway towards her room. “Daddy you’re just in time for tea!” But Eddie isn’t new to this, he takes his spot next to Mr. Snuggles the stuffed whale and grabs an empty teacup. Steve stands in the doorway as he watches Eddie get wrapped in a pink scarf and a white flower headband, he’d just bite back a laugh as the little girl begins to pour the tea into everyone’s cups. “Nice look Munson, I think pink really is your color.” Eddie would just roll his eyes and shoot Steve the bird when his little girl isn’t looking. 😂💖

Eddie after his little girl dresses him up for tea:

[calumfmu]

omg stop that (loser)step dad!steve blurb was so cute u should do one where like reader and steve have a little baby girl and the boys are like "😒😒😒..." but once she's born, she's got them wrapped around her tiny finger LOL like they're completely enamoured by her once they see her

thank you babbyyyy <3 hope you enjoyed this one. it's a bit on the shorter side (well for me), but i'm glad that you enjoyed the first part. No cw for now, just cuteness. 901 words

She was beautiful. Her tiny fingers pressed to her chest, body curled up in that cute position newborns make, a soft towel wrapped around her as Steve rocked her in his arms. He couldn't take his eyes off of her, wetness dampening his lashes as he whispered to her.

"Hi, babygirl," he smiled, gently running a finger over her head. She had little strands of dark hair there, color mirroring his own. You sat on the hospital bed, exhaustion coursing through your veins, yet a small smile sitting on your lips.

They looked perfect there together, father and daughter. Steve was meant for this, you could tell. In this moment, you felt a similar feeling to your birth with your other two sons, like life made sense.

There was a knock on the door, it creaking open to reveal the nurse, head popping through.

"Harrington?" She smiled, voice low as she took notice of the sleeping baby in your husband's arms. The both of you looked towards her, eyes crinkling with the happy emotions you felt. "I have some people who want to meet the little girl."

She stepped into frame, your sons piling in. Your eldest son had his serious look on his face, lips pressed together as he looked bored. Your youngest was in a similar fashion, trying his hardest to mimic his brother, yet you could see right through the two of them. The nurse left the four (and a half) of you alone, closing the door behind her with a soft shut.

"Hey you guys," you whispered, voice raspy as you reclined. Your eldest looked concerned at you winced, shifting in your bed.

"Ma, you okay?" He said, eyes wide. Nodding, you smiled, opening up your arms as they both came to your side, hugging you. Steve stood watching you, rocking with his body as his eyes kept flitting back on your daughter in his arms.

"You want to meet her?" You asked, smiling as they both nodded. They tried keeping serious expressions, but you could see it in their eyes, they were curious. Your youngest ran over to Steve, peering over him as he caught sight of her. Immediately, he melted, mouth parting open in shock as she made a small noise, face scrunching up.

"She's so small," he whispered, placing a light touch on her blanket-covered body. Steve laughed, nodding in agreement. "Can-can I hold her?"

"Yeah, buddy," Steve said, head nodding over to the chair in the corner of the room. "Just gotta sit down first, and I'll hand her over."

He complied, running over to plop down, arms wide open. Steve placed her in his arms, instructing him on how to hold his arms out. The two of them were beaming, sharing their thoughts on how she looked, your son saying she looked like him if anything. Steve hovered over him, smiling, but you could see that protectiveness already kicking in, his eyes watching like a hawk at every movement your son made.

You drew your gaze away from them, looking at your oldest who stood awkwardly, a few feet away from the bed, gaze stuck on the baby. He kept looking at Steve too, suspicion on his face.

"You want to hold her too, sweetie?" Apprehension covered your voice, not sure how to deal with him when it came to this. It had been a year and a half since you and Steve were married, yet he was still wary of the man he called a 'stranger in 'our' home'. There was nothing you could've done or said that would have made him accept Steve faster, figuring that it would work itself out on its own. It hurt you, but it was your normal now.

"Ah, I think I'm good," he nodded, but still kept his eyes on her. He gasped when his little brother shifted his elbow, her body dipping a little bit. "Watch your elbow--Jesus Christ, man."

He ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head. You bit back a smile at the outburst, knowing that he was in the same boat as all of you--smitten over this little girl who was not even aware of the world yet, let alone all of you.

"Babe, go hold her," you whispered, nodding your head at him. He looked at you, eyes wide. "It's okay."

Crossing the room, he maneuvered her out of the younger boy's arms, gripping her firmly. She rested against his shoulder, a small cry of a noise leaving her mouth. He looked up at Steve, fear on his face. "Is that--was that normal? Did I hurt her?"

Steve shook his head, leaning into him as he placed a hand on his shoulder. He didn't complain at the touch, the first time that has happened. Hope bubbled at your chest, your boys finally all being connected.

The young boy in the chair kicked his feet, impatience pulling at him. "Okay, you're done! You're taking too long, my turn now!"

"Shut it, I've only held her for, like, 6 seconds!"

"That's not fair! Steve! Tell him!" He cried out, pouting exaggeratedly.

"Boys relax! She'll be here a while, there's plenty of time," Steve laughed, holding his hands out in front of him. They quieted down, eyes returning to rest on her. Your heart felt full, grateful for this little bundle that graced your world, finally bringing your family together.

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[shieldofiron]

You Never Can Tell

This fic is inspired by my Sims Harringrove family, and is a celebration of my 1000 follower count (now it’s more than 1000 but shh act like I had this ready on time.) Omegaverse with Mpreg (With a Twist), Omega Steve and Alpha Billy, SUPER FLUFFY. Also on AO3 here.

Steve didn’t believe he was really going to do this. As if to punctuate the thought, the baby kicked in his stomach, and he instinctively covered his stomach with his hand.

Hargrove couldn’t meet his eye, silently adding a new pillowcase to one of his pillows, but his eyes darted to Steve’s stomach. He’d been trying not to stare, which Steve appreciated, but some things couldn’t be helped.

“Thanks for doing this,” Steve said, trying to keep his voice steady while the baby kicked the shit out of his ribs.

“Don’t mention it,” Billy said gruffly, tossing the pillow onto the thin mattress, “Least I can do.”

That wasn’t true. Billy could do a lot less. Steve had been couchsurfing for weeks, trying to find something more permanent than being hidden in Nancy’s basement, subsisting on pop tarts and whatever Jonathan could spare from dinner.

The situation with his parents had been slowly deteriorating ever since he had to tell them that the alpha was attending university and Steve didn’t want to tell her. Besides, he didn’t really have any attachment to her, and Steve wasn’t looking to turn this into some sort of shotgun mating.

When he’d told his father that he wasn’t interested in repeating his parent’s mistakes and mating the first person that had knocked him up, everything had gone from bad to worse.

Steve thought they would get over it. They thought he would eventually freak and give the baby away or get an abortion. And before it got really bad and they damaged everything forever, Steve had decided to move out.

It wasn’t like they really knew him. At least not all the parts of him. They were practically ghosts to each other, rattling around in a big house, not a family at all. They didn’t understand why Steve wanted this, even if it was hard. They didn’t understand wanting a family, or they wouldn’t have made just a facsimile of one.

And they weren’t interested in having an unmated pregnant omega around, even if he was their son. So it was a surprise that Billy Hargrove was interested. At all.

The alpha had changed since the whole disaster at Starcourt. They all had. But Billy Hargrove going from polite nods in the grocery store to offering to room with Steve and giving up his bedroom for a baby… that hadn’t been on Steve’s bingo card for this year at all.

The next best offer was staying at the Byers, but between El and Hopper, the house was getting fuller by the minute. 

Billy plucked Steve’s pregnancy pillow from his arms and laid it out over the center of the bed, “There. It’ll be just like a sleepover.”

“Yeah. Every night.”

Billy laughed, “Just the three of us.”

Steve’s hand fell back to his stomach instinctively.

“You, me, and old reliable here,” Billy patted the pillow, “Unless she has a name.”

Steve huffed out a little laugh, “Not yet.”

Billy eyed the fat pink thing, “Looks like a Dorothy to me.”

Steve smiled, “I think she’s more of a Blanche.”

Billy grinned, sliding a hand along the pillow, “Oh really? My kinda girl.”

“You’re really cool with this? I can sleep on the floor until I get a cot.”

Billy’s scent flared with displeasure, igniting the room quickly and then dissipating, “I’m not making a pregnant dude sleep on the fucking floor. No way.”

Steve was too afraid to ask if Billy would sleep on the floor. He thought Max had mentioned something about a bad back, the doctors having to fuse or nail the lower vertebrae of Billy’s spine.

And besides… it wasn’t like Billy was going to make a move on him or something. There had been a time in high school where Steve had thought maybe, but…

In the dark, trying to get comfortable around his pregnancy pillow, with Billy pumping out calming alpha hormones, that time seemed all too real.

Not that Steve was looking for an alpha. He had a lot on his mind. He’d gone from spending his pitiful paychecks liberally, on treats for Dustin and expensive hair products, to counting his pennies to buy a crib and make up his half of the rent. In the dark, Steve tugged on his too long hair where it curled over his collar.

“Does the baby have a name yet?” Billy’s voice wasn’t quite a whisper, but it wasn’t nearly near his normal speaking voice. The sound skittered across Steve’s skin, painting his cheeks pink.

Steve tugged the pregnancy pillow closer, trying to arrange it so that his stomach was comfortable. This was weird, right? Or is the weirdest part that he didn’t feel all that weird about it.

“I was thinking if it’s a girl… I like Tessa,” Steve mumbled, “And if it’s a boy, maybe like, Ben? Or Benjamin. I dunno.”

“Sounds nice,” Billy did that half whisper thing again.

———————————

Steve had to delay getting the cot because Billy found a deal on a crib, they just had to drive to the next town to get it. Then Billy pointed out that a cot probably wouldn’t be good for Steve’s back and besides, they had a good thing going with Dorothy/Blanche between them. And didn’t it make the most sense for Steve to get stuff for the baby first?

Steve had to admit, he was getting more and more used to this one bed thing. They’d officially moved it into the dining room after Billy built the crib in one afternoon while Steve was at work.

And it got less awkward as time went on. Both the bed thing and the roommate thing. They angled the tv so that they could see it from the bed, and went to sleep watching old movies that Steve brought back from Family Video and reruns and shit, curled around the pregnancy pillow. Steve spent a lot of time readying for the baby in their new room, tucking newly cleaned onesies into the thrift store dresser that they’d found and Billy had kindly painted for him.

Billy was always making too much for dinner because he was used to cooking for his whole family, so there was often more than enough for Steve, and anyone else who came over too. Even Dustin had grudgingly admitted that Billy was a good cook after Billy had made the whole party spaghetti. He’d made fast friends with Robin, and sometimes Steve would go to bed while they chattered away for hours in the kitchen, only waking when Billy slid in next to him, murmuring quiet goodnights.

Some people still found it weird.

“When is he gonna get his own bed?” Max was trying to be quiet, but apparently that didn’t run in either hers or Billy’s family.

Steve balanced the groceries on his hip and shut the door gently behind him, leaning back and stretching out his sore back.

“I dunno, Max, it’s fine,” Billy said back, the alpha’s voice pitched low like a warning growl.

“I just think-”

“Max, lay off, okay,” Billy huffed. “It’s Harrington’s decision. And we haven’t had any problems yet.”

“But it’s not fair, I can’t believe you’re letting it happen.”

Steve frowned, not sure what she meant by that.

“It’ll be fine, Max, you’ll see.”

Max had stalked out, making an indignant noise when she saw Steve at the door, grabbing her skateboard with a huff, and walking out of the apartment.

“What was that all about?” Steve crept around to the kitchen.

“Ah, nothing. She’s just sixteen,” Billy was leaning over a large pot on the stove. “You know. Sixteen year old girl shit.”

Steve didn’t know. He had no idea, actually.

“How does stew sound? I thought Max was staying, so I made too much,” Billy’s shoulders were tensed close to his body.

“Billy,” Steve sighed, resting a hand on his belly, “Maybe… maybe we should revisit me getting the twin bed for the nursery. Besides, I’m getting up like ten times a night to pee. That can’t be good for your sleep…”

“If that’s what you want,” Billy shrugged, “Taste this, let me know if it needs salt.”

Steve carefully lowered himself down into one of the dining tables and obligingly opened his mouth. Billy brought over the wooden spoon laden with stew, that he blew on carefully before feeding it to Steve.

“‘S fine,” Steve mumbled, though he couldn’t say he’d really tasted it.

Billy really was a great alpha, took care of Steve so much. He was close to ending his apprenticeship at the mechanic’s shop, and he was making good money. He wasn’t blowing it on stuff either. He was responsible, and caring.

And Steve was here, sleeping in his bed, taking up the space that would eventually be taken by Billy’s true omega. It couldn’t have been easy for Billy, it would be hard to find someone to date with a random pregnant guy in his bed, eating all his leftovers.

Billy turned to his stew, dancing a little to the old Chuck Berry song on the radio. He lowered the heat and turned the radio up, spinning around and pulling Steve to his feet.

“Billy, I think-”

Billy wrapped one warm arm around Steve’s waist, taking the other hand in his.

“Just dance, pretty boy.”

It was a little awkward with Steve’s belly between them, but Billy spun him around, laughing a little, like whatever argument he’d had with Max didn’t matter. He pulled Steve close, filling Steve’s senses with his cool salty ocean scent and a hint of cigarettes and motor oil that made him a little dizzy. But it wasn’t the pregnancy. No, Steve couldn’t lie to himself that much.

That night in bed, Steve couldn’t sleep. It wasn’t that he wasn’t comfortable. Billy’s bed really was heavenly, soft and plush. He’d admitted to Steve once that this was the first thing he splurged on when he moved out on his own with his money from Starcourt. Not only because he needed it for his back, but because his dad had apparently piled all of Billy’s shit on his old mattress and lit it on fire before skipping town.

And that was a part of the problem. What was Steve meant to do with all of the stuff he knew about Billy? All the small things that Steve had stored up, like a squirrel for the winter. It was all instinct, not something he meant to do. But somehow he started to think of Billy as…

Steve rolled over and watched Billy. His mouth was open, tongue lolling out slightly and drool dripping from his mouth down his cheek into his pillow and rumpled curls.

Maybe Billy wasn’t always the kindest of alphas. He was prone to black moods, withdrawing, sulking in the shower or curling up for long naps. His stories about his childhood made the reason evident enough, but still. He was crass, often loud and made more dirty jokes than a retired sailor.

He apparently didn’t know how to portion a meal, though Steve had a sneaking suspicion that he did. He just wanted Steve to be fed. He built a crib for the baby, gave up half of his bed, working his whole life around a child that he didn’t even know, had no ties to.

And there was the knot of the issue. When Steve had a baby here, with Billy around… it would be like… sort of felt like…

Billy snuffled and rolled closer, throwing a hand over the pregnancy pillow. It grazed Steve’s belly softly, and the baby rolled, moving towards Billy’s warmth.

Steve worried himself to sleep, vowing that in the morning they would have to talk, work something out. Because he was pretty sure if he stayed here much longer he was going to fall in love with Billy, and that could only end badly.

Because Billy was… too good for this. Too good for this situation, too good for Steve, who couldn’t even take care of his own pup, and didn’t know how to budget, hardly knew how to cook…

Steve had fully resolved to cut things off and move out in the morning. He needed to stand on his own two feet. He needed to leave before he…

Steve woke up and at first, he thought something was wrong with him. The only thing he had looked forward to while being pregnant was not having his heat. But he woke up cramping, slick between his thighs.

His eyes snapped open, “B-Billy, I think the baby…”

Billy wasn’t there.

Steve carefully got to his feet. These were probably contractions. He was probably just an idiot.

There was light coming from the bathroom. With every step, it hurt a little worse. It really felt like a heat, not like the doctor or all the books had said labor would.

He knocked softly, “Billy.”

“Go away, Harrington.”

Steve frowned. He thought he wasn’t Harrington anymore. It hurt worse than he imagined it would but he tried to push it aside.

“Billy, I think I’m having contractions,” Steve leaned against the door.

Billy groaned beyond the door, “God fucking… of course… I wanted to be there, Steve. I was really excited to see the baby. But you’ll have to get someone else to drive you.”

“Why?”

“I’m having my fucking rut, I s-shouldn’t leave the bathroom.”

Steve leaned against the door, “Oh.”

“I’m sorry,” Billy said softly.

“No, I… that makes more sense actually…”

“What?”

“I thought I was in heat at first. I’m probably just… y’know…”

“Right.” Billy’s voice was clipped off sharply at the end.

“I could…” Steve’s heart rose. Just a little. In any other circumstance he was pretty sure Billy would turn him down but in a rut… maybe…

“Oh, no,” Billy said swiftly. “No, it’s okay. You go back to bed.”

Steve rested his forehead against the door, and Billy whimpered inside.

“Billy,” Steve mumbled.

“Steve,” Billy groaned, “Go back to bed. I might try to leave, take a drive. Clear my head.”

Steve was pretty sure Billy meant he would go to do something else, but it was nice of him to pretend, for Steve’s sake. And he got the picture, really he did.

Steve crawled back into bed, holding his pregnancy pillow close as he listened for Billy to leave. He pretended he wasn’t crying, like Billy pretended that he was just going to take a drive and not to go find another, better omega to spend his rut with. Just like Steve pretended that didn’t hurt, and that he wasn’t already in love.

Later in the morning, Steve woke up alone for the first time in weeks. He got up and made some toast, even though he didn’t feel much like eating it. He didn’t have a shift today which was a shame, he could have really used some distraction.

Instead, he just wandered around the apartment, picking things up and putting them down. Turning the tv on and off. Going through the baby clothes again, the ones that he’d cleaned and folded with Billy. He sat on the edge of Billy’s bed that he’d increasingly started to think of as their bed, and had leftover stew. The baby was kicking like crazy, and without Billy’s low singing to soothe the baby, Steve didn’t know what to do. Even his baby loved Billy more than him.

The whole thing was making him feel rather pathetic, actually. So when Lucas rang the bell at four, Steve couldn’t blame himself for leaping for it.

“Bi- Oh, hey, man,” Steve bit his lip. Of course Billy wouldn’t ring the bell at his own house. He felt like an idiot.

“Hey,” Lucas smiled, holding out a covered dish. “My mom made some extra casserole, she asked me to bring this over on my way to Mike’s.”

Steve blinked at him, “Does everyone in this whole town know I can’t cook?”

“No,” Lucas didn’t lower his hands, “She really made extra. She told me.”

Steve frowned, but eyed up the container. Whatever it was, it smelled good. Cheesy and potato-y, not like the super healthy crap his mom used to make when he lived at home.

“Okay,” Steve took it, “Fine. Thanks.”

“No problem…” Lucas waved, “Well. See you, Steve.”

Steve came back into the kitchen and frowned, staring at the innocent container. Lucas and Billy weren’t the best of friends, but they’d slowly started to make their peace, even hanging out a few times. It was weird of Lucas not to mention Billy, or to just bring enough for one.

His suspicions were confirmed the next day at work.

Robin came back from lunch, her eyes trained on the floor, “Hey, uh, my mom packed too much in my lunch so I left it out back there.”

“What?”

“My mom made me too much,” Robin noded, sort of weirdly. “I left it out for you, if you don’t want to go to the chinese place.”

“Why would you do that?”

“Because you’re my friend,” Robin bit her lip, “And my mom made too much.”

“Your mom made too much of the same peanut butter, no jelly sandwich, with one apple that you’ve eaten since you were eight?”

Robin’s eyes danced to the Romance section, “Yeah.”

“Spill it, Buckley.”

“I can’t!” She cried.

“Oh, can’t you,” Steve rolled his eyes, “Come on. What’s the deal?”

She gnawed her lip, “So… Nancy called me last night and asked me, y’know, as a favor, to bring an extra sandwich.”

“Nancy called-” Steve wrinkled his nose.

“Well, I guess… Billy’s been holed up at Susan’s, he asked Max and your little brigade of tiny dorks to keep you fed,” Robin frowned, “So Mike thought he’d ask Nancy who asked me. So it’s not like…. A big deal…”

“Not a big deal,” Steve threw up his hands, “Why doesn’t everyone just take an ad out in the paper. Jesus, I knew Billy thought I was pathetic, but-”

“Billy doesn’t think you’re pathetic, dingus,” She rolled her eyes.

“Yes, he does. The other night I even asked him to share his rut with me, because… wait. How would you know what Billy thinks of me?”

Her eyes were still caught mid roll when she froze, cringing.

“What do you know, Buckley,” Steve pressed.

“I mean, I don’t know anything for sure,” She hemmed, sliding around the counter and tugging on her jaunty tie.

“But you know something, don’t you?”

“I don’t know anything,” She sighed, “But… Steve… come on.”

“What?”

“You haven’t spoken to the guy in what, a few years-”

“We waved. Sometimes.”

“And then he comes up out of the woodwork to take you to his small one bedroom apartment,” She smirked, but her eyes got starry. Starry like Doctor Zhivago-y. “And he’s building the crib and taking you to doctor’s appointments, and cooking you food because he knows you can’t cook.”

“I really want to know who told him I can’t cook,” Steve pouted.

“I did,” She took him by the arms, “But the point, Steve, is that he spent his rut locked in a bedroom at his stepmom’s trailer, or did you miss that part?”

Steve twisted a little, ready to deny it.

“And why are you so interested anyway,” Robin smiled. “He’s just free food, right?”

“Billy isn’t just free food,” Steve snapped back.

“Okay. Then what is he?”

“He’s… nice to me. Puts on bad movies and dances with me in the kitchen and drives too fast and…” Steve frowned. “He does stuff for the baby but also there’s other stuff too. It’s like I’m not pregnant or… no… like he’s cool just hanging out with me. And me being pregnant, the baby… that’s all just cool with him. Like he likes… even that part of me.”

Robin nodded, “Yes. And how do you feel about that?”

“I really… I fucking miss him, Robin,” Steve doesn’t immediately recognize the feeling, but the baby kicks like he finally hit the buzzer.

“Yes,” Robin nodded, “Now, when he comes out of rut, I don’t want to hear anything about how you’re a bad omega or some shit. Go get your man.”

Steve intended to. The only thing was it turned out to be slightly harder to get your man when you started to have contractions near the end of your shift. Steve had heard that the first time giving birth there was plenty of time, but that really didn’t seem to be the case. All too soon, it got out of hand. He called and left a message at Susan’s, hoping maybe Billy might be able to hear it if he wasn’t banging some other omega across the mattress. And Robin insisted that she could drive him with her learner’s permit, but the drive to the hospital had also taken about two decades off of his life.

It shouldn’t matter that Billy wasn’t there. He wasn’t really the baby’s dad. Robin was there, helping him fill out the forms. And the contractions weren’t really that bad, except for sometimes when they were. Steve gripped the plasticky waiting room chair, trying to breathe through the pain while Robin hurried through the questions.

When he finally got in a room it turned out his regular doctor, who had been seeing him for months, was off for the day after a marathon cesarean surgery. And would Steve mind if they call another doctor in?

He minded. He minded quite a bit but he was terrified to say it, so he just shut up and got on the bed when they told him. Robin was out of her mind a little, but she was holding his hand and telling him to breathe through it.

“You can go, I got this,” Steve told her.

“As if,” Robin sniffed, “This is best friend privilege. I’m overruling you.”

“Rob-”

“Motion carried,” A voice cut in.

They both turned towards the door. Billy was sweating like he’d run there from the trailer, but it was probably just his rut. He sagged against the door.

“You came,” Steve breathed.

“Best friend privilege. Gets you out of all sorts of tight jams,” Billy smiled, “Also I called the Doc before I drove in. She’s gonna hook me up with some rut calming injections.”

“You called her? B-but she’s supposed to be off until Monday-”

“Funny, she didn’t mention that,” Billy shrugged, “Now, how are you doing, pretty boy?”

Steve’s eyes did not have permission to fill with tears but they did anyway.

“Pretty boy?”

“Steve?” Robin whispered, “Is it… is something wrong?”

“No, I-” Steve swiped at his eyes and immediately broke into a sob.

“Oh,” Robin looked between them, “Let me give you all a moment alone.”

Billy was still hanging onto the door when Robin dashed out, “What’s wrong? Steve?”

“I didn’t have time to plan,” Steve tried to still his voice but there was still more than a little bit of a wail at the end.

“Plan what? Are you missing something? Your hospital bag, I can drive out right fucking now and get-”

“No. Billy, why did you ask me to move in?”

Billy blinked, “To help you out. Steve, I don’t understand, what do you need to plan?”

“How to tell you that I’m in love with you.”

It took Steve a moment to be able to suck in a breath and look up. Billy was staggering towards the bed, his scent heavy with rut, his mouth open. It reminded Steve a little of how Billy looked when he slept, his mouth open, cheeks soft and pink.

“What?”

“I know that’s… God, probably the last thing you wanted when you offered to let me stay,” Steve whispered, “But, Billy, I-”

“It’s all I could hope for,” Billy was leaning on the edge of the bed, his eyes wide with shock.

“What?”

“Everyone told me it was crazy. I mean it was crazy, because there was every chance you’d hate me, loathe living with me-” Billy broke off, shaking his head a little. “But I’ve been hopelessly in love with you, Steve. For years. Tried to deny it, lie about it…”

“Billy,” Steve whispered, “Why did you ask me to move in?”

“You needed help and I’m… I’m in love with you. I had to offer. When you love someone you offer to help them.”

“And you don’t care? About the baby?”

“What about the baby?”

“That it’s not yours.”

“It’s not mine?” Billy gasped incredulously, and then his face split into a grin. “No. I don’t care about that.”

“You really-”

“Love you. Yes, I do Steve. And you-”

“Love you,” Steve broke off with a gasp, grabbing out and holding onto the guard rail on his bed with white knuckles, “Shit.”

Billy reached out and took his hand, “Sorry, sweetheart. Worst timing ever.”

“Just,” Steve gritted out between his teeth, “When this is all over, kiss me?”

“When this is all over, you’ll have a baby, and the kiss of your life,” Billy held Steve’s hand tightly to his chest. “Promise.”

And just a few hours later, with baby Ben in a tiny bassinet next to the bed and Robin asleep in the visitors chair, Billy curled around Steve on the tiny hospital bed, and after wiping the happy tears from Steve’s eyes with his thumbs, Billy did just that.

Billy’s lips were soft and when he pulled back, pressing small kisses to the corner of Steve’s mouth, the whimper he made was soft too.

“You’re amazing,” Billy whispered, “That was… incredible.”

“Yeah?” Steve’s eyes squeezed out a few tears, “I feel pretty incredible.”

“Good,” Billy rubbed his thumbs across Steve’s cheeks.

“You’re really okay with…” Steve sucked in a breath when Billy’s breath ghosted over his lips again. “All of this?”

“All of this is all I want,” Billy kissed him, slipping his tongue inside and just stroking softly at the sensitive inside of Steve’s lips.

“How are Oma and Papa,” A nurse breezed in, clipboard in hand.

“I-”

“We’re good,” Steve interrupted. “Feeling pretty incredible, actually.”

[gloomysoup]

STEPDADS?! Yes pls

alriiiiiggghhhtttt stepdads is here :D

Steve was grateful for an easy shift. He was already tired. He really didn’t want a grueling shift on top of that. His morning had been… rough. The morning sickness and nausea had hit hard the last few days, and Steve was not a fan. He felt gross and itchy in his own skin. He hoped that wasn't going to be a common feeling during the pregnancy, but he certainly wasn't counting on it going his way. Not that he knew much of anything. Truthfully, he was completely clueless. He never thought he would need to know these things; at least not this early in his life. He was barely eighteen. He had just graduated high school that last summer. He wouldn't even be nineteen until the spring. None of this was part of his plan. Not that he had one of those either. He had always figured someday, but he hadn't known that someday would come so soon. He was way out of his depth. He was too young to be a parent, let alone a single parent, but here he was. Still, he wasn't giving this up. He couldn't even imagine giving any of this up.

[sexygal]

This one's something I do not condone irl but my got this idea of Stepdad steve was just too good not to post

Warnings:Mentions of fingering, fem readerXstepdadsteve

Steve loves seeing your cute face when he gives you the skirts he buys you, he says they are adorable on you especially when you wear the white knee highs with the pink bow:) he also loves sliding his hand under your skirt to finger fuck you at the dinner table while your mum tells him about her day

[thatjubilant-nixie]

hi i love ur work !! could i request innocent!reader thigh riding stepdad!steve?

Thigh Riding w/ Stepdad!Steve Harrington

Pairing(s): Stepdad!Steve Harrington x Innocent!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 930

Warning(s): NSFW 18+, daddy kink, dom/sub dynamics, needy!reader, corruption kink, innocent kink, cnc, dubcon, pet names, humping, praise kink, reader’s time squirting

A/N: oh my gosh anon. brilliant idea. and thank you. i’m glad you enjoy it. 🥹 hope this fulfills your request! OH! and this is my first request so thank you. i also took forever to make this. i apologize.

You often got this silly feeling when Steve was around. Seeing his large hands and thick fingers set your insides turning. Sometimes Daddy would help you out with your problem, but only when your mom wasn’t around. Luckily, she went on a business trip far from you and Steve.

“Only Daddy can help. Only I can touch your princess parts, okay? I am the only one who can take care of you.” His words played in your head. That’s how you got here. As soon as your mom shut the front door, you hunted for Steve. He sat at the kitchen table, paper work scattered across the wooden surface. His sweater sleeves rolled up his forearms. His thick hair sticking out in different directions like he just got out of bed. Pen in hand, mug in the other.

You approached him, delicate fingers tapping against the table. “Morning Daddy.” His body flinched, not seeing you. “Good morning baby. Sleep well?” Steve’s gaze was short, quickly going back to the documents. A soft hum was the only answer you gave. Feeling sheepish, your fuzzy sock covered feet slid against the light tile. After a few more moments of silence, Steve looked up to you.

“You okay?” Nodding, “y-yeah! Just…” Thinking on how to bring up the problem. It made you embarrased. Doing things with Steve always made you all giddy. “Tired.”

A dopey smile appeared on his face. The kind that made your chest fill with warmth. “You can go back to bed, baby. I don’t mind.” Huff. The tingling sensation between your thighs wasn’t going to go down. It had almost been a month since you last asked him for help.

The pulsing on your bundle of nerves caused tears to fill your eyes. This was starting to frustrate you. All you wanted was to be close to your daddy and let him make you feel good. It took him a second to realize that you weren’t going anywhere. He observed you, how your legs were crossed, you twiddle your fingers, your glossy eyes.

“Is there something you need to tell me, sweetheart?” It was a relief to you, yet humiliating how easily he could read you. It made you shudder.

“Need you.” It came out as a drawn out whine. “Okay. C’mere baby.” He patted his thigh which you gladly sat on.

♡

Slick soaked Steve’s pajama pants. Your pussy slid against the wet material, hands digging into the back of his sweater. You cling to him like a koala. The tips of your toes bruised against cold tile.

Steve said he would help you, but he also had to do his work. So as you worked yourself against his thick thigh, he concentrated on the papers in front of him. You nestled your head between the ape of his neck and shoulder, sucking the flesh between your lips. The action caused Steve to let out an elicited sigh.

“Baby, no distracting Daddy.” The only response he got was a whimper. He knew your little brain couldn’t take much longer. Your mind was probably all foggy and you probably couldn’t even think. His dick bulged against the soft material of his pants. The movement of your hips made your thigh brush against him. Did you even know what you were doing to him?

“Daddy- I can feel it.” Your bare bottom stuttered. The hot coil in your stomach became much more prominent. “It’s g-gonna happen.” He put down his pen, signing off one of the last signature lines. Steve watched as your back arched, shoving your slickened pussy even harder onto his thigh. He could feel the arousal dripping down his leg. Wet sounds filled the air along with your breathy moans, your sweet lips creating a little o. He leaned back against his chair, deciding to step in.

“Doing such a good job for me. That’s it, honey. Rock yourself against me.” Large hands grabbed your plushy hips, fucking you against him. Your mind was so gone. “D-daddy!” You could barely control your body. It acted on its own.

“Aww. My drooly baby. C’mon honey. I know you wanna cum. Give it to me.” The burning coil snapped. You lost all control, squirting all over his leg. “N-no. Daddy I’m p-peeing.” You cried so hard. Your muscles twitched and squirmed. You tried pushing yourself off Steve, but the hands on your hips moved to wrap around your body, holding you flush against him as fat tears left your eyes.

“Such a good job, honey. Aww, baby. Breathe. Did so good for me. My good girl. Yeah? You’re my good girl.”

He held you until you stopped shaking, leaning back to check on you. You didn’t stop crying. Your body heated with embarrassment. “What’s wrong honey?” You couldn’t even meet his eyes. “I-I peed.” You bowed your head in shame.

“No honey! Is that what you’re crying about? You squirted, baby.” You gave him a confused look. Kissing your forehead, “You just got a little overwhelmed, that’s all. Happens when you feel really good. And to tell you the truth-…It was really fucking sexy.” You gasped.

“Daddy!? No bad words!” He threw his head back, laughing. “That’s what your concerned about? C’mon honey. Let’s go get you cleaned up. How about we take a bath with a bunch of bubbles? I’ll even put orange juice in a fancy glass.” Your face lit up like Christmas lights.

“Really?”

“Yes. Now let’s go before I decide to make more of a mess.”

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[diaryofaprettyprincess]

step dad Steve and spanking pls😵‍💫 want him to call me a naughty brat then let me ride his thigh

hhhhhhhhhhhhhhnggggg

"you're a disgusting little girl, aren't you? riding daddy's thigh..."

you whimper, fat tears rolling down your eyes as your puffy clit drags on his hairy thigh, his big hand on your left hip guiding you as you drool on his chest; the gargled moans falling from your lips loud as you hump him.

steve roughly spanks your ass, squeazing it as you cum; eyes rolled back and bare chest rubbing against his as your nipples tingle against the friction of the hair littering his warm skin.

"so pretty getting daddy's thigh all wet..d'you think you can wet my cock next, sweetheart?"

[ameliora-j]

Stepdad!eddie stepdadsfriend!steve corrupting reader? Not sure if it’s something ur comfortable with but let me know if it isn’t so I can think of some other stuff 🫣🫣🫣

𐐪𐑂 twisted tuesday is back! send in ur requests :>

content: innocence kink, corruption kink, stepcest, age gap, objectification, masturbation (m!recriving), sort of bimbo!reader, DARK CONTENT, THIS IS AN 18+ BLOG MINORS DNI

you look up at eddie as your kneeled on the floor in front of him and steve. you’re at the coffee table, working on a project for your design class as the two sit behind you, watching the game and drinking beer. your hand is set on your chin, your bottom lip pulled between your teeth.

“my god eds, if she wasn’t your stepdaughter…” steve groaned.

“i’ve thought about the same thing, stevie” he chuckles, shaking his head a bit. “watch this” he whispers. “hey princess, can you get me another beer please?” he asks.

“yeah!” you say cheerfully, smiling brightly as you stand up. you lean over the coffee table, grabbing his empty bottle before turning to steve. “do you need one too, mr. harrington?” you ask, tucking a hair behind your ear.

steve stares down your top, not even concealing it as he smirks at your boobs spilling over your tank top. “yes please, hun” he hums, handing the empty bottle to you. you hum softly as your turn, your skirt flowing up and showing off your cute little pink thong as you walked off to the kitchen.

you come back with two cold beers, freshly opened. once more, you lean over the table to hand the men their beers, this time both steve and eddie look down your top. “thank you sweetheart” eddie smiles, and you nod softly, going back to your position in front of the coffee table on your knees.

“yn, you wanna hear something cool?” steve asks. “it’s this fun mind trick robin taught me.”

you smile, nodding as you look up at him. “yeah, what is it?” you giggle.

“if you pretend to shake a salt shaker into your mouth, you’ll start to really taste the salt” he nods, and eddie snorts at that. “like this” he says, showing you the position.

you hum softly, furrowing your brows. “really?” you smile, beginning to mimic his actions. steve and eddie both bite their lips, their pants tightening as their cocks harden quickly. “like this?” you ask softly.

“yeah, just like that” eddie nods, squeezing his cock through his pants. you nod, continuing to do it. your tits begin bouncing, nearly spilling out of your top. steve pushes his hand down his pants, taking a deep breath as he palms his dick through his underwear.

“i dunno, i don’t taste anything” you say, frowning a bit.

“you gotta stick your tongue out too, baby” steve groans quietly as he begins to jerk his cock in his pants, eddie mimicking his actions as they get off to you.

you nod, sticking out your tongue and shaking the salt shaker. “jus shake it a little harder… you’ll start to taste it” eddie breathes as he squeezes the base of his cock, trying not to cum too soon. steve reaches to squeeze his balls, biting back a loud moan as you shake your arm harder, your tits now bouncing with more vigor.

“yeah… yeah honey like that” steve grunts out softly. “so close…” he whines under his breath as he humps his own hand.

steve and eddie both gasps, biting down on their fists as cum leaks from the head of their hard, red cocks. “i think i taste it a little!” you giggle softly.

“yeah honey…” eddie nods lazily, pulling his cock free and grabbing some tissues to clean the cum from his hand, offering some to steve as well.

“that was super cool mr. harrington!” you smile as you turn back to them. “thanks for showing me that.”

“anytime, honey…” he breathes out, pillows now covering the messes that eddie and steve had made in their pants

[lightvixxen]

Would y’all cancel me if i started writing darkfics now

[harrywavycurly]

Sarah not Daddy Eddie and Step Daddy Steve😳 I’m here for it😎

Hiii babes!! I just imagine them all co parenting like Steve dropping off the little girl to Eddie’s house when Reader has to work late and they just look at each other and Eddie is all “Harrington…I see you must’ve been in charge of her hair today…never seen it that…tame before.” And Steve would just smile and nod his head and go “if you want some tips all you have to do is ask Eddie.” 😂 because they don’t hate each other it’s just a weird situation they’ve found themselves in😂💖

Eddie when he sees Steve with his daughter:

[shinebrightlikeanarwhal]

Steve: you’re a nice guy!! Anyone would be lucky to have you!!

Eddie: so date me.

Steve: wha??

Eddie: date me. You said anyone would be lucky to have me.. be lucky.

Steve:

Eddie: date me.

(Inspired by: https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTR1bma9X/?k=1 )

[harringtrn]

i can't get enough of perv!eddie & stepdad!steve.