#sub steve harrington

[justmeinadaze]

Children of the Night Part 9 (Steddie X You)

Warnings: Daddy Vampire Eddie/Switch Vampire Stevie and Sub Human/Vamp Fem Reader, SMUT, dp, dirty talk, light spanking, light choking, blood drinking (obviously), slight roughness but more passionate, FLUFF, these three weirdos love each other so much <3.

ANGST, ANGST, ANGST!!

Domestic abuse and Child abuse triggers (we learn everything about the reader here including the abuse she's gone through including gaslighting and physical abuse) It's briefly touched on how the police didn't help her. Personally I felt like this added to her mistrust of authority like that mixed in with how law enforcement handled everything that happened with Eddie in Hawkins.

S4 things are touched on including Chrissy and what happened with Lucas, Erica, and Gareth. Brief conversations with readers mom, Wayne, and Mr. Harrington (the latter being an asshole of course). I think that's everything. The main thing I wanted to focus on was the abuse triggers. I know that can be triggering especially since some of the dialogue with the mother is lifted from things my own abusive parent said to me.

Love you guys! Enjoy this final piece.

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Word Count: 7400

StokersGirl86: “Oh my god. I’m so excited. What do you think they are going to do?!”

Dannyalwayshere1: “I imagine it’s going to big after everything going on in the news right now.”

Minaismygirl: “Eddie better release Y/N so she can come find me. I can take care of her!”

StokersGirl86: “Oh please. You really think she’s innocent in all this?!”

StokersGirl86: “She was a fan just like us. No matter what her criminal mom preaches on tv.”

LivingDeadBoy24: “Like mother like daughter :P.”

Living DeadBoy24: “Maybe Eddie will sacrifice her the same way he did Chrissy Cunningham. I’ve been reading about what happened. It’s amazing.”

Justice4ChrissyCunningham: “You all should be ashamed of yourselves! An innocent girl was murdered and another may be kidnapped! They don’t need to be put up on a pedestal. They need to be behind bars!”

Dannyalwayshere1: “I see you think Steve Harrington is guilty to?”

CaliforniaPD: “This is the California police department and currently we seem to be having trouble disconnecting this stream. That being the case, we do highly recommend that everyone log off this site and do not engage.”

VampQueen91: “Yeah sure. Nice try whoever you are. I thought the police already had their location. Yet they can stream??”

Minaismygirl: “Because California PD sucks lol But who knows, maybe they just need them to stream to catch them…”

The video feed begins counting down and as soon as it ends three faces illuminate everyone’s screens. Both men were shirtless with hair frayed every which way as their black eyes starred into the camera with a small smirk painted on both their lips. 

“Hm. I see everyone’s here and already has opinions.”, you growl as you quickly take in everyone’s words that flew across the screen. “We wanted to come on today to set the record straight about a few things. First and foremost, Edward Munson and Steven Harrington are dead. YOU killed them when you placed blame for something they didn’t do.”

Justice4ChrissyCunningham: Edward Munson murdered Chrissy in his trailer in cold blood. 

“Oh, sweetheart. I can’t imagine how much you must be hurting, Andrew. You lost three friends in the span of a week to such odd circumstances. Of course, it would just be easier to blame Eddie. It’s the only thing that would make since right? Not that some other man come in and hurt her.”

Justice4ChrissyCunningham: I don’t know who you think I am but—

His picture suddenly flew up onto the screen for everyone to see. 

“Normally I’m not one to display people’s personal business this way but after everything I’ve read and the things they told me, you can go fuck yourself. I see here while Eddie was missing you and Jason Carver assaulted a young man named Gareth in his garage. Police report says you and your friends jumped them while playing hero; broke the young man’s nose.”

The long-haired vampire growled deep from his chest at the accusation. 

“It also looks like in March of 03, you tackled a middle schooler and threatened to break her arm if she didn’t tell you guys where Eddie was. That seems to be the same night Mr. Carver also beat up a young man while he was trying to protect his girlfriend. Hm. How odd that you were there for the last few deaths.”, you muse as you glance towards Steve who continues to glare forward.

“The night Steve went missing his blood was found mixed with two other jocks about your age. Friends, Andy? He tells me they were there to hurt him because he missed the man he loved. Kind of seems like violence is normal for athletes in Hawkins. Maybe that’s why Chrissy felt more comfortable with Eddie. I can’t imagine how angry that made Jason feel. Maybe angry enough…to kill?”

The count of people in the stream both drastically dropped including Andy and then suddenly increased with a new flux of people. 

California PD: “Miss Y/L/N if you are in danger we can help you. 

“I don’t need your help. I’m not a hostage with these men. If anything, I was a hostage growing up with the mother that you all so quickly rallied behind including you, Officer Williams. I spent my whole life dealing with people like you. Willing to believe any narrative that fit your agenda. I have been beaten and abused by almost everyone in my life but these men have done nothing but love and protect me! And you want to punish them for that?”

California PD: “Last chance Y/N. Tell us where you are and we can save you.”

“I told you… I’m safe right here…with Renfield and Dracula. My name… is Mina.”

With that both vampires bared their fangs and bit into either side of your neck.

##############

2 Weeks Before

Eddie didn’t say a word as he got up and angrily stomped back towards the bedroom. 

“Baby, please.”, you pleaded as you watched him pull out the suitcases from their closet and throw them on the bed. “We had to have this conversation at some point—”

“No, we don’t. The answer will always be the same. No. Fuck no. Hell no. Take your pick.”

“Why?”

��Because I fucking said so. Now, start packing your shit because we are leaving in 30.”

“No.” The vampire paused as he slowly turned to face you. “No, fuck no, hell no. Take your fucking pick.”

Stalking towards you, he stopped till his nose was hovering just above your own.

“Get you shit and get ready to leave.”, he rumbled.

“You sound like John right now. You don’t command me, Edward.”

“Yes, sweetheart, I do. That’s what you agreed to, remember? You and Steve are mine—”

“In bed.”, Steve interrupted, coming around the corner. “In bed we belong to you. She’s still her own woman and is allowed to make her peace. Let’s hear what she has to say.”

“Steven, you and I didn’t have a choice. She does—”

“So you’re going to make it for her?” The long-haired vampire’s jaw clenches as he places his hands on his hips. “You’re right, I didn’t have a choice which is why we never had to have the conversation she wants to have but I always thought about it. If I was still human, you would have remained the same and I would have grown old. We would have lost each other again…”

Eddie’s glassy eyes glance his way as he sighs and takes a seat on the bed.

“After the last time she left and we didn’t have her…I’d rather not experience that now or even 50 years from now.”

“I guess we know what your vote is.”, he sasses. 

“I think we can do this in a controlled way so what happened to us doesn’t happen to her especially since we would be doing it without her being hurt or wounded.”

“Fuck. O-Ok but I do it and we can change her after we get where we are going—”

“There’s no rush. I genuinely don’t believe they know where you are and are banking on us streaming again but we can find out. I can find out which guys are working the case and go through the digital file. I didn’t do it before because I didn’t want to put us at risk if I didn’t have to.”, you respond as you sit beside him. “I…I also think we should stream you changing me—”

“That’s a fuck no and I’m not budging on that. I don’t care what you both tell me.”

“I actually agree with him on that one, honey.”

“No, no. I mean we should do this together privately but make our fans and police believe you’re changing me. It will keep them invested to keep the revenue coming no matter where we go and show the police that we aren’t afraid of them. We now know that we can suck each other’s blood so…”

As Eddie sighs again, you wrap your arms around his shoulders and kiss his cheek. 

“I love you, Eddie. I trust you and I know I’m safe with you; both of you.”

Turning to face you, he kisses your forehead and holds you to him. 

“Do what you have to do, babe, and we’ll start getting things together.”

***

While the guys packed and ran out to grab some extra blood packs, you did some research into the people hunting for you three. You were right that they hadn’t found you yet but they were getting closer. One of the officers grabbed one of Dustin’s pings he created and traced it to the next town over. 

“Hey pretty girl.”, Steve cooed as he slumped down onto his knees beside you. “What did you find out?”

“We’re still ok. They haven’t found us yet and from what I see here they most likely need us to stream again. Now this is a new development.”

Moving the mouse, you click on the news website in the background and play the clip you stumbled on earlier that day. 

“So you say, Mrs. Y/L/N, you saw Y/N with Mr. Harrington and Mr. Munson?”

“Yes! Oh my goodness.”, your mother sobbed. “She came to visit me in the hospital because I was sick. She was always such a sweet girl. They threatened my life and then dragged her away. They are awful people.”

Feeling your anger, Eddie swished into the room as the other vampire petted your head. 

“If you could say anything to your daughter, what would it be?”

“You monsters let my baby go! I love you, Y/N! So…so much…I can’t…”

“That’s not all I found.”, you whisper, clicking another link and pressing play. 

“Mr. Munson! Mr. Munson! How do feel about the content your nephew is posting? Do you think he’ll kill Y/N like he did Chrissy?”

“Get off my property! My nephew…my nephew is dead. Haven’t you and this town sullied his memory enough!”

“Police seem to have strong evidence that this is Edward Munson.”

“Well, if he is alive…I hope he stays away. He can be happier with Steven away from these fuckers!” Eddie’s uncle pauses before entering the house the reporters were following him to. “I also want him to know that I love and miss him. I hope your happy, son.”

Steve grabs his partner’s hand as his stoic features faulter and tears begin to slowly fall that he quickly wipes away. 

“Mr. and Mrs. Harrington! Anything to say about your son?!”

“We’ve made a statement already! Go away!”

The vampire’s eyes narrow at the sound of his dad’s voice. 

“You really don’t think that’s your son in the videos?”

“I know for a fact that’s not my son. No son of mine would engage in that behavior nor be in a relationship with a freak like Edward *beep* Munson. Now leave us be so we can grieve our son in peace!”

“I’m sorry.”

“No reason to be, honey.”, he sighs shaking away the frustration. “We, um, got some more blood and we got you some more clothes. We found a house up north; I just need to—”

Eddie’s lips cut his boyfriend off as he cupped his face in his hands and pulled his body closer to his own. When he finally pulled away both boys were panting heavily. 

“I love you, Steve Harrington.”

The pretty vampire smiled softly as his fingers lightly moved some of the other man’s hair out of his face. 

“I love you to, Eddie Munson.” His mouth gently kissed him again as he began to sing making the metalhead breathily chuckle. “I’d give up forever to touch you. Cause I know that you feel me somehow.”

“You’re the closest to heaven that I’ll ever be and I don’t want to go home right now.”, he sings back. “We don’t have a song for Y/N.”

“Oh, I don’t need one. It’s ok.”

“No, no, baby. Let’s see what we got.”, Steve smiles as he pushes the button on the stereo and starts searching through stations. He and Eddie cringe as a few come through that aren’t suitable in anyway making you laugh. 

“Hey, wait. Go back.” After the vampire does what he asks, you three listen as the long-haired boy grins and bobs his head.

“And I wonder When I sing along with you

If everything could ever be this real forever If anything could ever be this good again The only thing I'll ever ask of you You've got to promise not to stop when I say when She sang…”

Taking ahold of your hand, Eddie spins you as you both smile and he sings along.

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard this one before.”, Steve muses as he watches you two dance. 

After letting you go, you grab a hold of his waist and he circles his arms around you as you sing.

“Breathe out So I can breathe you in Hold you in And now I know you've always been…”

Smiling, his lips kiss your forehead as you press your head into his chest. 

“I love you both so much.”

“We love you to, sweetheart.”, Eddie replies as he comes behind you and holds you both tightly.

***

“What if I kill you.”

“You won’t, baby. I trust you.”, you try to comfort as you cup his cheek. 

Nodding, he tilted towards you, placing soft tender kisses on your lips and along your cheek to your neck. When you feel him hesitate, you run your fingers through his hair and whisper adoration for him as you wait. 

When his fangs bit into you, you were surprised how fast you blood left your body. Steve’s worried eyes watched as the color left your face and the sight killed him. Your eyes rolled shut and a tear left his eye as the memory of finding Eddie in the upside down flashed through his mind. 

The vampire wanted to calm him but he couldn’t. 

He had to focus on you. 

After releasing his hold on you, he hurriedly wiped your blood from his chin and bit into his wrist offering it to you.

“Come on, baby girl. Come on. We need you to drink.” Just as Steve’s had, your eyes snapped open as the sweet taste hit your lips and you began to drink from him. “Fuck…good girl, princess. Mmph…There you go.”

Abruptly, you detached from his arm and passed out against the pillow as Eddie began to dizzily fall back. 

“Whoa, honey. I got you. Are you ok?”

“B-Blood, Steve. I need… please.”

He didn’t waste any time, running to the kitchen and back as he tore the bag open for his partner to take. 

“What happens now?”

“Now, we wait.”

Neither man left your side as they kept a diligent eye on you. Eddie held your hand while Steve kept his palm on your chest to make sure you were still breathing.

“It’s weird…I can’t feel her anymore.”

“When she wakes up you will and it will be more in tune. When you woke up that feeling was incredibly strong.”

Hearing the sadness in his voice, Steve reaches over runs his fingers along his face. 

“What are you thinking about, baby?”

“Everything.” Eddie glances his way and his boyfriend’s loving gaze fills him with warmth. “I never thought about the future. I guess because I was stuck like this…it didn’t even occur to me that you two would age and I wouldn’t. When would you have asked me?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t even know how to bring it up. All I really wanted was for us to have what we always talked about. A happy, simple life away from all the bullshit in Hawkins.” Steve grins when his partner chuckles. “A nice two-bedroom home where we could settle down and have a family. Three boys and three girls you and I would spoil rotten. I would work some office job with so-so benefits and brag about my rockstar husband who was on tour but coming home soon.”

Eddie couldn’t hold it in anymore as the last couple days events hit him and he began to cry. 

“I know, honey. I know”, he cooed as he held his free hand. 

#############

The sound of something crashing to the ground startles both vampires as they sit up and jump out of bed realizing you were no longer between them. They could feel you though; fuck could they feel you.

“Jesus, Eddie…”, Steve groaned as his head lulled to the side.

“I-I know. Stay focused. We need t-to get our girl back first.”

“I don’t know if I can.”, the vampire whined as his palm began absently grazing the bulge in his pants. 

“You will because I told you to, little boy. Do you understand?”, Eddie hissed. 

“Y-Yes, Daddy.”

Slowly moving down the hall, they searched every nook and cranny before something loud in the kitchen caught their attention. They found you on the floor balancing on your heels in your bra and shorts they had laid you down in. The sound of your growling filled the room as you continued to bang on the refrigerator door with your palm. 

“Y/N.”

Jumping at the sound of Eddie’s voice, you fell on to your butt and pressed your back to the cabinets as your black eyes glared his way. 

“Sweetheart, everything’s ok. You’re alright.”

It took you moment but something in your face softened and your crawled towards him, pushing him back slightly before banging your hand on the door again. 

“Daddy. Hungry.”

“You’re hungry, baby?” Reaching in, he takes out a bag and tears it open, handing it to you. Your wide eyes watch him as if he’s figured out a riddle you had spent thousands of years trying to solve and when he offers you what you want, you take it from him without question and chug it back. “Good. Good girl.”

After three blood packs and a peaceful smile on your face, even Eddie could still feel a hunger within you.

“What do you need, pretty girl? Tell me.”

Steve couldn’t control it any longer as his eyes darkened and his own hunger took over. Grabbing his partner’s shirt, he pushed him to the side as he began to crawl towards you. In your state, you perceived the action as hostile and practically roared as you tackled his chest, pinning him to the floor.

“NO! Bad boy…hurt…Daddy!”

His wrists tried to push against your hands but you were much stronger than before. Eddie couldn’t help but be utterly fascinated as he watched you both interact. 

“Say…SORRY!” When he hesitates, your nose presses to his as you growl in a low voice that makes them both hard. “Now.”

“Sorry…Daddy…Sorry, honey.”

At the term, your eyes blink in surprise as you sit up slightly to gaze along his features. Steve’s own black irises search your face for recognition, finding it in your sudden shift of demeanor.

“Steve…”, you coo as lean down and run your nose up his bare, hairy chest to his neck. “Boy…hungry?” He nods emphatically, literally ripping your shorts from your body after pulling down his pants enough to free his cock. “Ask.”

A small whine leaves him as he turns to face Eddie whose eyes were now also black as he stroked his own length while watching you. 

“Daddy…hungry. Please?”

He growled in response, hastily coming up to take his place behind you and runs his tongue up your spine to your shoulder. You mewl as you lower yourself down onto the man beneath you, gripping his neck to pull him up so you could press his head into your chest. Clinging to your hips, the metalhead guided himself into your ass and your head fell back onto his shoulder as they both roughly thrust into you.

When their fangs pierced your skin, you clenched around them causing them both to grunt and hold you tighter. 

“Steve…Eddie…fuck.”

As your fingers tangled into his hair, you bit down on the pretty boy’s shoulder and his moan reverberated through the house as his body shook while releasing his seed inside you. The metalhead circled around to rub fast circles into your clit and you came off Steve with a heavy pant as he fell back onto the floor.

Taking ahold of his arm pressed to your chest, you brought it to your mouth as you bit into the skin. Eddie’s head flew back as your pussy quivered around him and you came hard. Yanking your hair, he shoved your face next to his boyfriend’s as he chased his high and with a few more aggressive thrusts warmed your insides. 

Heavy breathing filled the room as both boys passed out beside you. 

#################

5-year-old you pulls her knees to her chin as you hid under the kitchen table listening to your parents fight. 

“Fuck you! You want to leave me than fucking leave and take that little brat with you.”

“I can’t! Jesus, you never listen! Marnie, doesn’t want kids right now.”

“Oh, oh. The slut doesn’t want kids so I guess whatever she says goes. I didn’t want kids either yet here we are!”, your mother slurs. 

You listen to the sound of his footsteps as he stomps out the door leaving you behind. Glass shatters as the beer bottle she threw hits the wall before she falls to her knees and sobs. 

12-year-old you cries as the police officer lifts you into his arms and tries to carry you out of the foster home you were physically fighting to stay in. 

“Y/N, come on! You need to go be with your mom.”

“NO! I want to stay here! Please don’t make me go back!” You kick the officer, hitting his stomach causing him to drop you to the floor. As fast as you could you get up and run to the woman you had been calling mom for over 6 months. “Please! I’m sorry. I’ll be good. I promise!”

“Sweetheart, listen to me.”, she empathetically murmurs as she sinks to her knees. “It’s time for you to be with your mom. Who knows maybe things will be different this time.”

“It-It won’t. It never is.”

You and your boyfriend panted as you tried to catch your breath hiding under the pier. 

“Woo, that was close!”, he laughs as 15-year-old you grins up at him. “But hey, now we can eat.”

Tossing the wallet to the side, he takes out the money and reaches for your hand as he guides up the bank towards the stores above. After purchasing a burger and some fries, you both share it as he lights a cigarette and stares off into the distance.

“I love you.”

“I love you to, babe.”, you smile as you bite into a fry. 

When his fingers reach out to touch your face, you can’t help but flinch when his thumb grazes the cut on your lip from when he thought you were giving him attitude. 

“I really do. Things are going to get better, Y/N. I promise.”

She couldn’t even make it three months. The police had brought you back home and as soon as they left your mother went off about you running away and how that made her look. By the third month, you tried to leave again and she stopped you. 

“What happened to your arm, Y/N? You said you fell?”, the doctor asked as he began wrapping the cast around the limb. 

You didn’t move or say a word as you stared off into the void. What was the point? The cops knew how she was yet they kept bringing you back. Even if you told this doctor the truth it wouldn’t matter.

“Sweetheart, I can help you. I just need you to tell me what happened.” The man sighs when you remain silent before whispering under his breath. “You don’t have to say anything just nod your head, ok? Did you fall?”

Your eyes meet his for a brief moment before autopilot takes over and you shake your head. 

“Did your mother do this? Did she grab you?”

You nod.

“Ok.”

You stare at the screen in front of you as two men known as Renfield and Dracula make love to each other before biting his neck. A heavy sigh left you at the action and the human boy’s moan hit straight to your heart down to your core. 

You had been watching them for over a month now and you couldn’t explain it but something about them just pulled you in. Hearing their voices and watching how they took care of each other made you feel safe. It’s part of the reason you kept coming back even though you knew if John ever found out you were seeing this he’d probably kill you. 

That following day you were surprised when a message from the site appeared when you signed in from the creators themselves inviting you to a private session. 

When their faces illuminated your screen, a little sigh left your chest. They were both so handsome up close. Because of the technology, you weren’t able to really see their features before but now you could see them in all their glory. Dracula’s eyes fluttered slightly behind his mane of hair. 

“Hey Mina.”

Renfield glances his way in surprise as his partner spoke. Usually, he was the one that did the bulk of the talking so when he initiated, he was taken a back. 

InnocentLittleMina: Hello.

“Hey, honey. We, um, we just wanted to reach out to you because we see you pop up from time to time. You don’t talk or engage very much.”

InnocentLittleMina: Yeah. A lot of the people here are kind of rude.

“Ha. Yeah they are. We were wondering and we understand if you say no but would you want to work for us? Dracula says a moderator could really help us get some control over these people. You don’t have to tell us your name or anything. We can send money straight to your account.”

InnocentLittleMina: You’d pay me?

“Yeah, honey. Of course.”

“However much you want.”, Dracula adds again making his partner’s head quirk to the side. “You just…seem like a kind person with a good heart.”

InnocentLittleMina: You don’t know me.

“We’d like to.”

His words flow through you almost as if you can feel how genuine they are. What’s the worst that could happen?

InnocentLittleMina: “Ok. I’d love to help.”

***

Both men groan as their eyes open and take in the scene before them. After what they saw, they couldn’t care less. They just needed to find you. 

Rising to their feet, they power walk down the hall to find you closing a suitcase and quietly taking a seat on the bed. Your eyes lock with theirs as you softly smile and shrug. 

“See? I told you I had experienced real monsters.”

“Sweetheart.”, Eddie breathed as he sat beside you and pulled you to his chest. “I’m so fucking sorry you went through all that. We would never ever fucking hurt you like them.”

“Or let anyone hurt you like that.”, Steve added as he knelt in front of you. “How are you feeling?”

“Calm. Clear. It’s weird. I’ve never felt like this before. I feel like I’m…home.”

“Because you are, baby.”, the pretty boy cooed as he kissed your palms. 

“While you two were asleep, I packed up some clothes for us. I’m not sure what else we need.”

“Let me see if that relator guy called.”

After he disappeared, the metalhead cupped your face in his hands as his eyes ran along your face. You still looked like the girl they fell in love with but you seemed to have this air of confidence surrounding you that made him fall even harder. 

“I wish I could have seen your life the way I saw his and you two saw mine. I think it’s because him and I are new…”

“Oh, baby girl, trust me. You don’t want to see that. Not all in succession like that. Everything kind of sucked till I met Steve. Before him it was a blur of heartache and anger.” When he sighed, your palm circled around the back of his neck and brought his forehead down to yours eliciting a small, nervous chuckle to fall from his lips. “Fuck…are you doing that?”

“Doing what?”, you murmur. 

“Y/N, I’m a jaded asshole.”, he laughed. “It takes me a while to trust anyone and feel safe but the feeling running through me right now… God it’s so quiet. I can breathe.”

“Because that’s how I feel with you two, Daddy. You’re feeling me.”

“Fuck, Y/N.”, he groaned, his lips falling to the side of your neck. 

“Wait…Wait, Eddie. I need to show you both something first.”

####################

Present Day

“Ok, Williams, we’re right outside the door. Going in, in two.”

The officer paces around his desk as he glares at the screen watching both men continue to feed while blood drips down your neck. 

“Good. They’re still streaming in front of their computer. Be careful! They shouldn’t be armed but I’m not sure if they’ll react hostilely.”

“Entering in, 3, 2, 1. GO, BOYS!”

As soon as the door kicked in, a little box appears at the corner of your current feed showing the raiding team running through the house. Everything was still in its place including the blood staining the floor by the fridge. 

“We have all eyes on us, guys. Go slow.”

When they find the bedroom, they scream into the void for you three to get down… 

Only to find now one there.

The swat leader walked towards the computer, tearing off the note that was taped to the screen.

“I shall be glad as long as I live that even in that moment of final dissolution, there was in the face a look of peace, such as I never could have imagined might have rested there.

Our souls are knit into one, for all life and all time.

-Mina”

“FUCK!”, Officer Williams shouted as he kicked the chair in front of him. 

CaliforniaPD: You can keep running all you want but you are just making it harder on yourselves! We found you once and we can find you again!”

You whine as your head falls against Steve’s chest and your black eyes flash towards the screen with a small smile. 

“Good luck with that. I’m sorry to say, for you, we’re a lot stronger now than we’ve ever been.”, Eddie rumbled sarcastically towards the camera. 

As you pull away to lean against the metalhead’s shoulder, the other vampire growls low with needs as his head follows yours for a moment before hesitating to focus on the camera. 

“We don’t want any trouble. We just want to be left alone to be happy together but we will gladly do this dance again to keep ourselves protected and keep her safe!”

Your palm ran down his back, calming him as he tilted his head to place open mouth kisses on your shoulder as his own hand absently traveled under your shirt to run along the skin of your stomach. Eddie growled at the action as both vampires glared at each other. Grabbing his throat, the long-haired boy pulled his boyfriend’s lips to his own passionately.

“I think you all have had enough of a show…and I’m…hungry.” At the last word, your tone drops and after you wink towards the camera, you move the mouse, and shut it down.

***

“Did you guys see that? Over one million people were watching us!”, you giggle excitedly.

“Mhmm.”

Both vampires were still distracted as they detached from each other to kiss your neck again. Grinning as you bit your lip, wind messed their hair as you flash ran towards the other side of your new shared bedroom. 

“Oh, come on, boys. Now focus.”

Trying to run after you, you hastily sprinted away, your beautiful laugh filling the new house you three were going to be living in. Eddie was the one to catch you first, practically tackling you to the ground in the living room and pinning your wrists beside your head. 

“Hi, Daddy.”

As you beam up at him, he can’t help but smile down at you before bringing his lips to yours. Your hands flex in his grip but he remains steadfast as he kisses softly down your body and over your blood-stained shirt. 

 Steve crawls towards you both on his hands and knees, falling onto his tummy with his hand grabbing your cheek to turn your head so he could kiss you. Letting you go, your hands remain where they are as Eddie pulls down your panties and tosses them to the side. 

His strong palms dig into your thighs as he lifts your legs over his shoulders and you moan against the other man’s lips as Eddie presses his face into your cunt wasting no time as his mouth devours you. 

Your legs close around him and he mewls into you as your back arches off the floor. 

“Fuck, Daddy! Your mouth feels so good.”

Maneuvering behind him, Steve spreads his partners legs a bit wider and his groans vibrate through your core as the pretty boy runs his tongue between Eddie’s cheeks. You grin blissfully as you watch the sight before you and you run your fingers through the metalhead’s hair. 

“That’s it, honey. Fuck. Make our girl cum. Jesus, Y/N, I can feel how good he’s making you feel. Daddy’s so fucking amazing with that mouth isn’t he? It’s why he never shuts up.”

Eddie’s growls turn into moans when his boyfriend effortlessly slides two fingers inside him while pushing his head harder against your pussy.

“Oh, god!”

Your eyes roll back as you grind your hips against the vampire’s tongue till you tumble over the edge and cum. Releasing him from your grip around his shoulders, you pant as you try to catch your breath, shuddering at the feel of Eddie’s heavy exhales fanning your dripping core. 

You’re not sure if it was the dominance within him or just how sexy both men looked right now but something inside you bubbled forward and you rushed towards them, tackling Steve to the floor. 

“Hungry!”

Abruptly an arm wrapped around your stomach and pushed you back against the hardwood. 

“No.”, the long-haired vampire hissed as his hand clung to your throat. “You ask, little girl. The rules haven’t changed. Not yet anyway.”

“Want…boy!”

“Beg me, Y/N.”, he cooed in a sultry voice that had both you and the other man whining. “Beg Daddy, baby girl.”

“Please, Daddy. Want…” You pause as you blink, trying to clear the fog and intense need from your brain so you could focus. “I want Steve. Please, may I…have him.”

As the black irises disappear and your natural eye color returns so does his as he smiles before giving you a tender kiss. After moving out of the way, he ushers Steve between your legs and helps lift your shirt over your head. 

“I’m sorry if I hurt you. I didn’t mean to grab you like that. I just couldn’t—”

“Control yourself. I know, honey. I understand. You’re doing a lot better than I did though.” He taps his cock against your sensitive clit a couple of times making you jump and you both let out a strangled moan as he slides himself inside of you. “Shit. Always so fucking good.”

Falling on to your chest, he rolls his waist as you cling to his shoulders, leaving little pecks along his skin. When you bite into his flesh, he grunts loudly and snaps his hips hard, punching his length deep inside your heat. 

As he picks up his pace, you release him and he pushes up onto his knees, looping his arms under the back of your own so he can hold your legs open. Feeling someone near him, he opens his eyes to be met with his boyfriend’s cock in his face. Steve opened his mouth willingly and Eddie’s mouth fell open as he bobbed his head, taking him as far back as he could. 

“That’s it, sweetheart. Such a good boy. Jesus, I love watching you two together.”

Threading his fingers through his hair, the metalhead groaned as he fucked his partner’s face making you whine and clench around his own cock every time you heard him gag.

“Mmm—there you go, Steve. Make our pretty girl cum.”

Shoving Eddie’s stomach, Steve growled with need as he pushed him out of his way and wrapped his arms around your back, lifting you up till you were face to face with him. Hugging him to your chest, you used his neck as leverage as you bounced and grinded against him.

When his fangs pierced your skin, your eyes squeezed shut as you did the same, taking him in as his hands grabbed the meat of your ass, guiding your movements till you trembled and came. Steve grunted at the feeling, pushing you back down onto the floor and pounding his cock into you so deeply you swear you could feel him in your stomach, through your heart, and into your soul. 

“Fuck!”, he growled in his deep vampire tone as his movements stalled and you whined as he pumped his spend aggressively into your cunt.

You couldn’t help but breathily giggle as Steve continued to run his lips and tongue along your body. Pushing his chest, you disappeared from underneath him but Eddie anticipated your move, running ahead of you and slamming his palm against the wall as his arm shot out to stop you. Before you could run the other way, he blocked you and pinned your front side to the hallway.

His hand playfully spanked your behind and you both mewled as he guided his cock into your entrance. 

“Oh, fuck, Daddy.”

Intertwining his fingers with yours, Eddie held your hands above your head and thrust his hips roughly against yours, his humid pants in your ear turning you on even more. 

“Shit…baby. Your little pussy is…so fucking perfect. J-Just like you.”

Hastily, he pulls out, turns you around to face him, and lifts you into his strong arms as you reach down to slide his length back inside you. You cling to him as he fucks his cock deep into your core leaving you both grunting into the other face. Not being able to wait, you bite into his neck and he growls loudly before doing the same. 

After dropping one of your legs, Eddie balances his forearm on the wall next to your head as aggressively takes what’s his. Your body shakes as the coil breaks in your tummy causing the metalhead himself to fall over the ledge as he thrust his release inside you. 

As you slump over in his embrace, you feel wind move your hair as Steve runs to the bathroom to turn on the shower and Eddie lifts you again so your legs are wrapped around him as he carries you that way. You can feel it in their energies, they are just as exhausted as you, leaning against you, each other, or the wall to keep from falling over. 

You barely even feel it when they dry you and carry you over to the bed. 

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“What’s wrong, honey?”

“I don’t know. I think…I think something’s wrong with Mina.” Eddie sighs when Steve turns away from him and focuses on the computer in front of him. “She feels…alone. I don’t like it, Steven. It reminds me of how I felt growing up with my dad.”

“There’s nothing we can do, Ed.”

“We can—”

“No. We’re not having this discussion again.”

“Why?! Why would it be so bad to bring her here? It feels like she’d be safer with us than wherever she is now!”

“Eddie, have you taken a look around? We’re on the run, you’re a vampire, we do this internet stuff for money. It’s not exactly lavish!”

Both men glare at each other as their computer pings informing them that you were online. 

“Hey, Mina. O-Oh my god. What happened?”, Steve gasps as he and his partner take in the slowly forming ring around your eye. 

“Oh, it’s nothing. I’m so clumsy and fell. Thankfully John was here to help me.”

“Yeah…thankfully…”, Eddie growled towards Steve as his heart broke for you. 

“I’m…I’m so sorry, sweetheart.”

“Why?”, you giggle as you shrug. “You didn’t do this to me, Renfield. I did it to myself.”

***

Your glassy eyes take him in as your boyfriend huffs around the bedroom before kneeling in front of you to place an ice pack on your cheek. All you wanted him to do was leave so you could talk to Renfield and Dracula. 

You had no idea how you were going to explain this new wound to them. It was so weird having people in your life who genuinely cared about your wellbeing and you found yourself lying to them more than you ever did to keep any of your toxic partners or family calm. 

They were your friends…you didn’t want them to worry…

“This is your fault. Why do you push me like that, Y/N?”

“I just asked you when you were getting off work…”

You jump as he tosses the pack hard against the wall. 

“See? It’s that fucking attitude!”

“I’m sorry.”, you whisper, fully giving up and accepting blame so all this would end. 

Sighing, he runs his fingers along your arm as his own eyes scan you over. 

“Will you be alright?” 

He takes your nod as enough confirmation, rising to his feet and finally leaving your house. Gradually, you stand as well and head to the bathroom to wash your face.

Sitting in front of your computer, you stare at the screen as you debate on rescheduling with them but you are so desperate for a kind voice to say something…anything…to comfort you from the current hell you’re in. 

***

Your eyes slowly opened just as the sun was beginning to descend behind your black out curtains, smiling softly when they land on Steve’s gentle yet sad expression. 

“It’s ok.”, you murmur as you reach out to caress his cheek. 

Catching your hand mid-air, he brings it to his lips as he scoots closer to your frame. 

“It’s not. You could have been with us this whole time.”

“Steve, you didn’t know—”

“But I should have. Eddie saved me from my father and took me in when everything was falling apart in my house. He always told me he understood and I was always grateful for that. I should have known the first time he felt something.”

“But you’re here now.”, Eddie replied groggy from sleep as you rolled onto your back so you could see them both. “Y/N, if ever you don’t want to play rough or anything like that, you know we’d still love you. I don’t want to trigger you or—”

“No, baby, no. You’re not.”, you assure him. “With my mom and my exes… I never had any kind of control over what was happening. With you two, even last night, I know you’d stop if I asked. I can feel it.”

Eddie sighs pleasantly when you place your palm on his chest. 

“Speaking of last night, you were really sexy, Miss Computer Hacker, hiding those skills under that beautiful head of hair.” You laugh as he leans in to tenderly kiss your neck.

“You’re both safe with me to. I’m not going to let anyone hurt you.”

Steve tilts down to slowly kiss your skin as well making you groan as you turn into Eddie’s chest making him chuckle as he presses you to him. The other vampire’s hairy chest grazes your back and you grin as you listen to them kiss above you. 

“What do you want to tonight, honey?”, Steve whispered as his fingers ran up your arms. 

“We seem to be drifting into unknown places and unknown ways.”, you recited making the metalhead laugh again. 

“So did you just memorize the book or?”

“It’s one of my favorites.”, you beam up at him as you kiss his lips and crane your neck to do the same with the other man. “We can rewrite the ending though.”

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[puppy-steve]

if you're a steddie writer who writes bottom/sub steve only can you please interact with this post? i need to follow more of yall bc tumblr isn't actually that fun when you have to scroll past filtered post after filtered post :(

[hawkinsbnbg]

Steve got Good boy inscribed on his butt, just on the right cheek.

It would be funny if it was a tattoo Steve had gotten one time when he was too drunk and on a dare.

Except it wasn't a tattoo. At all.

Even though it kind of looked like one.

It was the first words his soulmate would say to him.

When Steve first got it, his friends had given him odd looks in the locker room.

Tommy would use many excuses to touch and even Billy wouldn't shut up about it.

As for Carol, she just cackled her head off when he showed it to her.

Still, whenever Steve was alone, he would look at the words in the mirror and feel kinda giddy about the whole thing.

Who would call someone they had just met "good boy"? What if they were far older than him?

And what would his words be for them? "Yes sir"? "Hello sir"?

Soon, he found his answer when he learned about the BDSM world, which Robin had jokingly mentioned one time.

And Steve sort of fell down the rabbit hole since then.

He met many men and women who would call him "good boy", and occasionally "good girl".

But none of them felt right.

Until he heard about Kas.

Who was known to be an experienced dom and knew how to treat his subs right.

Most of the subs in Steve's circle put the man on a pedestal. They practically worshipped the ground he walked on.

And Steve had become curious enough to seek him out.

A quick text over the phone and Steve already had a date with Kas at a hotel on Friday night.

Once the day arrived, he dolled himself up a little, knowing many doms liked how rosy cheeks and pouty lips he was.

He even wore lipgloss and mascara just for good luck.

His outfit was simple enough to take off, but cute nonetheless.

A yellow and pink graffitied black sweater that was a little baggy on him, a tiny pearl choker, silver bracelets, a pair of jeans shorts, and baby pink sneakers.

He looked like a twink, all things considered.

It wasn't his first time dressing like this and it wouldn't be the last time, either.

Steve just..

Well, he just wanted to make sure if he stumbled on his soulmate who happened to be a dom, he wouldn't disappoint them too badly.

It had been years since his word first appeared. So he had the right to be a little bit desperate.

Steve didn't know why, but by the time he got to the hotel, he was a puddle of nerves.

He figured that maybe it was the "Kas' effect" that many people had told him about.

When the door opened to let Kas into the room, Steve just knew this man was going to rock his world.

Kas was attractive and tall. Easily having a couple of inches on him.

With long curly hair, big brown eyes, and plump lips, the man looked surprisingly intimidating.

He wore a burgundy shirt with sleeves rolled up to the elbows, showing his tattoos and chunky silver rings.

His pants and heavy boots were made of leather, which Steve suddenly wanted to rub himself on.

He seemed to be a lanky type, but Steve knew better than to assume anything.

As Kas languidly made his way to the bed, Steve unconsciously slid down to the floor and got on his knees, waiting for his order.

Yeah, he was a good boy like that.

There was a reason why many doms had asked to keep him despite knowing he only let his soulmate own him.

Kas wasn't any different.

The man smiled at him, dimpled and warm, making Steve woozy a bit at being praised even wordlessly.

Once Kas sat down, he spread his thighs slightly and patted a hand on his lap.

Understanding the silent command immediately, Steve climbed up on it without being told twice.

He blushed and giggled a bit when strong arms wrapped around his waist securely.

"Good boy," said Kas huskily, smelling of cigarettes and something spicy. "What do you want for your reward, sweetheart?"

Steve felt his breath hitched at that. He knew the chance wasn't high but–

"Can I kiss you, sir?" He asked coyly, playing his role to perfection.

This time, it was Kas who took a sharp intake.

Surprise, disbelief, uncertainty, hope, and finally, joy settled on the man's handsome features.

Kas smiled at him again, more genuine and hopeful.

"Baby boy, do you know that I have those words written on my left ribs my entire life?"

"Show me," Steve demanded, unable to keep up the act when he was so close to finding his soulmate.

Without protest, Kas unbuttoned his shirt and there it was, scribbled on the man's pale skin was Can I kiss you, sir? in his handwriting.

Smiling fondly, Steve traced his fingers on those words.

They sounded so sweet. And yet concerning if being put into the wrong context.

What a pair they made.

"Can you show me yours, sweetheart?" Kas asked tentatively, looking unsure despite having been so confident just a few minutes ago.

"Yeah, sure, of course," Steve scrambled up from the man's lap and blushed as he turned around to unzip and pull down his shorts.

Hearing Kas curse quietly behind him was, perhaps, the most flattering moment in his life.

He could see what kind of an image he made with his baggy sweater bunching up around his waist, white thong, and Good boy being inked on his tanned buttcheek.

Some would call it hot, sexy, or erotic.

But Steve knew how obscene he looked with those words on him.

Especially when he was face down and ass up, waiting to be fucked into oblivion.

Not that he had let anyone fuck him, yet. But he wouldn't mind if Kas did it tonight.

Steve shuddered slightly as calloused fingers brushed on his cool skin, and let out a moan when hot lips placed a tender kiss on his cheek.

Then without pausing, strong hands grabbed his hips before sharp teeth sank into his flesh, eliciting a yelp from him.

It wasn't painful. It just made Steve want to ask for more. So he turned around to do exactly that.

"Kas–"

"Call me Eddie," the man tugged him back into his lap.

"Eddie," he breathed out as he straddled the man's thighs.

"Yes, my sunshine?" Eddie smiled adoringly at him.

"Can I kiss you now?" Steve braced his hands on the broad shoulders with a raised eyebrow.

Tightening the arms around his waist, Eddie pecked him on his chin, sweet and loving.

"How about I let you kiss me for the rest of our lives, my pretty angel?"

"And I'll be yours for as long as we live?" Steve murmured against those plump lips.

"Yeah, gonna treat you right, my good boy," Eddie chuckled before drawing him into a fervent kiss.

Steve was so going to thank that Chrissy girl who had sold him her mascara and lipgloss later.

[hungharrington]

So I um I found an amazing video and now I’m plagued by thoughts of sitting on Steve’s bed, him between your legs with his back to your chest, and giving him the sweetest loveliest softest handjob ever, scratching his tummy hairs and peppering kisses all over his neck

nonnie did i or did i not tell u i was coming back for this ask? and i came back with a hunger -- sort of sub!steve, 1.5k, everything the ask describes, as always MDNI this entire blog is 18+! enjoy <3

Steve doesn’t think anyone has ever asked to take care of him before.

He’s had plenty of partners in bed, sure. He’s rife with enough experience that honestly he thinks it would take a really strange request to throw him off his game. But you had— when you asked, “Can I just take care of you tonight?” 

He hadn’t even been entirely sure what you had meant, pulling back from the steamy make-out with you on his lap— the usual late night rendezvous. 

But still, he gave a slow and earnest nod, a soft ‘sure, honey’ and let you rearrange the two of you til you were leaning back on the headboard and he was leaning back against you. Your thighs on either side of him, your arms looped around his middle. Like a little spoon. Steve secretly adores it. 

“Y’know I can’t exactly do much in this position,” Steve chuckles, pretending to have his reservations, even if he’s already eager to see what you mean by taking care of him. Your arms are around his waist, warm, your fingers tucking up his shirt to begin to work it upwards.

“Mm,” you hum, hoisting it higher and Steve moves forward, letting it get tugged off and over his head. Cool air flushes down his chest. “Dunno if you’re grasping the idea of letting me take care of you if you’re worrying bout that.” 

The shirt flutters to the ground, forgotten, as your hands explore to freshly exposed skin. Steve sighs sweetly as you trace softly across his tummy, nails dragging lightly as your near his thighs. His cock is already perking up. It’s been interested since earlier, you in his lap and your tongue in his mouth, and it doesn’t take many more lingering touches for it to reach proper attention. 

“No one ever taken care of you before, baby?” You ask, lips scraping his ear. Your breath is warm and your voice is low— but the kiss you give beneath his ear is hot and wet. You suckle at the skin, not even a nip of teeth. Desire pools low in Steve’s gut, a simmering heat. 

One of your hands moves over his boxers and gives his bulge a gentle rub, making Steve rumble out a soft moan. Your other hand rubs soothing down his thigh. 

Steve shakes his head to answer no to your question. His eyes fight to stay open, torn between wanting to watching your wandering hands or turning to kiss you but your persistent kisses on his neck give him little choice. He shifts his hips. 

“Not- not like this,” Steve admits, breath a little short already. His tummy tenses when your hand drags back up over it, just a soft scratch of nails. His cock aches harder. He wishes you would touch it, wishes you would reach your hand in, all hot, soft and wet and tug it in that perfectly teasing way he knows you can. 

“Sweetheart,” he breathes, hips shifting upward again. You smile at his impatience. 

“Can we take these off?” You ask, pinching the ruffled elastic of his boxers. Steve nods fervently, hips shifting up to let you slide them down so he can kick them off. His chest feels warm, flushed beneath the hair and another groan tumbles out when you finally curl your fingers around his cock. “Fuck,” he pants as you pump tantalizing slow. “Fuck, feels so good, honey,” 

A hunger for the feeling grows in his stomach, gnawing for more bliss. Steve lets his head tips back, resting against your shoulder and you take advantage of it in an instant; kisses upon kisses up his neck. It’s messy, lips wet with spit as you scrape your teeth down, right as your rub over the slit of his cock— Steve twitches, a jagged whine pushing past his lips. He pants a little heavier. 

Pausing for a moment, you pull your hand back to your mouth and let yourself drool over it— sticky saliva covering your fingers. This time, when you grip his cock, Steve gasps loudly. Slick, hot, sounds reverberate in the room as you jerk him, hand twisting perfectly. Still slow, still gentle. 

Your mouth find his earlobe, teeth nibbling a little mean, your hand not stopping— and Steve moans a little louder, like he can’t help it. His cock gives a little dribble of precum, tummy all tensed up again. 

“See? S’nice to be taken care of,” You murmur softly. You thumb his slit again, delighting in the spurt his cock gives, then dive down to cup his balls. Your other hand strokes along his thigh lovingly, nails drawing lines as you rake them back up to his v-line. 

Steve shivers, shuddering sweet whines escaping him. He’s so unbearably hard for you- especially as you rub his balls so perfectly, your hand dragging back up his cock and then back down, a mind-melting cycle. It’s so much, it’s not even close to enough, it’s, it’s— 

“Oh god,” Steve whimpers loudly. His eyes have finally crushed closed, his hands gripping the bed sheets tightly beside you. His gut is burning with heat, pleasure filling every limb. It feels good. He wants to writhe against you, wants to fuck your fist, wants you to keep teasing him just like you’re doing. 

“Oh god, oh fuck- f-fuck,” His words are getting more pathetic by the minute, barely fully formed, drenched in a whimpering tone. “Please, don’t… don’t tease, no- ah,” 

It’s not even teasing, you just aren’t rubbing him hot and fast like usual. Your movements are slow, doused in adoration — your core feels sticky, burning hot from watching Steve get all worked up in your arms. 

“M’not teasing you,” you say, fondling his balls and rubbing your palm against them in a circular motion, building his lust. Steve’s tense body and punched out breathes contradict your words. He’s so whiny. It’s a pity no one’s ever taken care of him before — though your stomach pinches hotly to know only you get to see him this way. 

“Just taking care of you,” you sigh, grip tightening as you pull it back up his cock, giving the smallest jerk. Steve warbles out a throaty whimper, egged on by your roaming touch along his thighs. He feels molten hot, tummy already all clenched up, his cock just leaking all over your hand. Pleasure buzzes wildly in his body, back starting to arch up. 

“Hone- aw, fuckfuckfuck, yes, just there, please, honey,” he pleads, voice starting to sound wrecked and feeble. God, he sounds pathetic; he only sounds like this when he's been fucking you for a good while. But a few minutes of the right touch? Reduces to a whiny mess in your hands. 

“So pretty,” you whisper and Steve can’t tell if you mean him or his dribbling cock, all pink and twitching in your hand. He can’t even feel the fabric gripped between his own fingers— can’t feel anything except your palm right around the head of his cock, teasing it lightly. It’s torture, it’s perfect, it’s not enough, it’s— 

“Please!” The word bursts out of Steve, desperate, swallowed immediately by a moan. He fights to get his next words out as your hand returns to his heavy balls, caressing them soft and slow again. It’s not fucking enough. His pleas fall out all whimpery, “Take— take care of me, please, wanna cum, I wanna- I wanna—“ 

It’s the magic words. You grip his cock properly, your whole hand curling around him for the first time that night and you set a fast pace- lewd, squelching sounds echo in the bedroom. Steve keens forward, a soft cry coming from him as his pleasure turns into a blaze in his stomach. “Oh my god, oh god- yes, fuck—“ 

Your free hand moves to his tummy, scratching down to thatch of hair at the base of his cock and Steve can’t help it, he cums, hard. He turns his head, hides it in your neck and releases a whimpery sort of wail. His chest heaves as his pretty cock spurts out his hot pearly cum — coating your hand enough to ride him through it, your hand never stopping. 

“That’s it, so good,” You coo at him. Your sweet words carry him through it, your pace slowing as his body starts to twitch back against yours. His cock gives a few final dribbles of cum and you rub your thumb over his slit, spreading it. Steve whimpers loudly. “Mm, there we go.” 

It feels like it takes forever for him to settle back down. Steve feels wrung out, feels spent, feels like he had his brain melted out his ears — like he could just nap against you now and be happy forever. Your soft kiss against his cheek has him opening his eyes, pulling back enough to look at your face. 

“Good?” You ask, though he knows you can tell just how fucking good it was. “Good to be taken care of?” 

Steve nods with a loving hum, a hefty exhale rushing out his lungs and he lets his face huddle back into your neck, eyes slipping shut. He’ll move in a minute- maybe when he can feel his thighs again. 

[angeldreamsoffanfic]

content warning: this took SUCH a turn to dom eddie munson wanting to make steve harrington just absolutely one, turn his brain off, and two- realize that his interests aren’t stupid. like it’s not… necessarily explicit on here but when this gets a bit more fleshed out… it’s gonna have to be posted on ao3 😂

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The thing is, Steve Harrington knows hair- okay?

And he also knows that his friends completely like to tease him about it, that they think that most of the time his affinity for it is a bit narcissistic. That he shouldn’t spend as much time as he does on it and he should “let go sometimes”, but he can’t.

He can remember watching his mother years ago in the bathroom mirror teach him how to style his hair, with little spritzes of water and a just a few puffs of sweet smelling hairspray. He can fully and thoroughly recall flipping through magazines when he was younger, back when his parents had started to travel, and taking beauty tips from the pages in regards to detangling. He’d spent three days with a knot at the nape of his neck, after a few days of swim practice, and he had too much pride at the time to ask anyone for help.

But anyway, Steve Harrington knows hair- and it’s not that he thinks other people don’t… but he also knows that some people don’t care as much as he does. And that’s why watching Eddie Munson take a brush to his curls (completely dry which is painful in it of itself) is absolutely heartbreaking in the weirdest way possible.

Steve also is completely and totally aware that his face must be doing… something, because Eddie has turned around to fully face him- instead of glaring daggers at his own reflection.

“What, Harrington?”

Steve shook his head quickly, fingers drumming against his thighs as he diverted his attention to the tv again. He hadn’t had a television in his room before actually, had figured it’d be a bit too much of a distraction from trying to sleep. Steve is sure there’s some study about the light too, a study Robin had rambled to him before.

That’d been before Vecna though, before the year 1986 and all of it’s horrors that it brought along to the town Hawkins once again. In Steve’s mind? A small tv and a couple of VHS tapes was probably the least of his worries after surviving everything. The tv itself had some poorly made horror movie on, something Eddie had brought along from his government provided home, while the two waited on Robin and Nancy to make their way over.

“Stevie?” Eddie had moved closer, brows slightly furrowed as his dark eyes widened. “What’s on your mind, man? Not getting like…” Eddie mimed wiggling his fingers at the side of his own head, and Steve couldn’t hold back the laugh that made it’s way out from his throat. “Okay so Vecna is not getting his creepy hands on you… so what’s up then?”

Steve took a moment and shrugged, before he let himself card a wide-splayed hand through his own hair. The hairspray was just ever so slightly crunchy under his fingers, and Steve huffed as he shrugged again.

“It’s so stupid man, like don’t even worry about it.” Steve flapped a hand in Eddie’s direction, and Eddie was quick to click his tongue against the back of his teeth as he moved closer.

“Nuh uh, big boy.” Eddie eased himself onto the foot of the bed, and Steve forced himself to not scrunch his nose as Eddie’s dry curls swished a bit around his shoulders. “C’mon I can see it in your eyes! Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell m-”

Steve cut Eddie off with a press of a flat palm up against Eddie’s lips, and Steve tried to not think about how soft Eddie was up against Steve’s skin. Steve groaned as Eddie’s tongue swiped against his flesh, and Steve hissed as he reared backward away from the older teen.

“Fucking gross dude!”

“Usually I’m the one doing that, big boy!”

Steve and Eddie both spoke up at the same time, and the two eyed each other warily, before they split into soft laughs between the two. Eddie then shifted further up onto the bed, back pressed up against the footboard, before he knocked his leg against Steve’s.

“C’mon dude, what’s up?”

“Your hair!” Steve finally answered, before he then folded his arms over his chest. “I know it’s stupid, but watching you tear a brush through it dry is actually breaking my heart, Munson.” Steve groaned, and ran a hand over his face before he continued. “And I know it’s stupid and everyone always says it’s stupid of me to care about hair so much-”

“It’s not stupid.” Eddie’s firm tone cut Steve off, and Steve glanced back toward the man through his lashes. Eddie’s jaw is set, firm and unyielding, and Eddie let out a dry laugh. “Fuck man, what has everyone in your life done to you?”

“Huh?”

“You’re… fuck sweetheart, you’re allowed to enjoy things.” Eddie’s voice has gone saccharine sweet, soft and gooey- and the tone has an immediate effect on Steve, making his brain feel all fuzzy and soft. “So, what has everyone in your life done to you?”

Steve doesn’t answer and instead just shrugged again, and it draws a quick intake of breath from Eddie- before the man has pushed himself up and off of Steve’s bed. He’s quick and methodical in his movements, scraping his curls up and off of his neck into a low bun at his nape. Eddie then pulled his boots back on, before he checked his pockets for a moment, and then proceeded to nod to himself. Eddie then extended a hand out to Steve, and wiggled his fingers with a small grin on his face.

“C’mon then, dude. We need to go to the store.”

Steve let his hand meet Eddie’s, and is quick to ignore the flutter in his stomach at the touch. His hands, Eddie’s, are larger than his but the fingers skinnier and calloused from what Steve knows to be years of guitar playing. That, and Eddie now has a pretty decent job at the local mechanic shop, and Steve knows that Eddie enjoys the job. Knows that Eddie likes working with his hands, and Steve tried to ignore the idea of Eddie getting those hands on Steve—

“Stevie?” Eddie snapped his fingers in front of Steve’s eyes, and Steve shook himself out of his revere. Steve sent Eddie a nervous smile, and he tried to ignore the flush of heat he can feel under his cheeks at the soft coo that Eddie let out. “You okay, sweetheart?”

“Mhm,” Steve bobbed his head in a quick nod, even when Eddie hummed before he moved as to grab the pair of Nikes that Steve had on earlier in the day. “Where are we uh, headed?”

“You and I-” Eddie moved back to Steve, and he curled a hand around Steve’s right ankle before he pulled- which caused Steve to unsteadily rock back, before he clamped a firm hand on Eddie’s shoulder. “I gotcha don’t ya worry baby-” Eddie murmured, soft and saccharine again, before he continued on as if Steve’s heart isn’t about to beat out of his chest. Eddie worked Steve’s Nike onto his foot, methodical in tying the laces tight, double-knotted just like Steve does. “You and me are gonna make our way out to Anderson for the afternoon.”

“But why?”

Eddie just sighed, soft and slow at Steve’s softly asked question, before he grabbed at Steve’s left foot, and set about slipping the other shoe onto it. Eddie took a moment, made sure to tie the laces of the shoe tight, before he stood back up so he could peer down slightly at Steve. Steve doesn’t move as Eddie pinched Steve’s chin soft in between his thumb and pointer, before Eddie slightly shook Steve’s face from side to side.

It’s enough that something in Steve just burns.

“Because Anderson has a nice and big hair supply shop in it, and we’re gonna go spend a little bit of government hush money there.” Eddie cooed, his voice soul-achingly sweet again, and Steve forced himself to swallow down the saliva that had been quick to pool in his mouth at Eddie’s tone. “And then when we’re done, I’ll drive us back here and you can do anything you want to my hair.”

“Anything?” Steve croaked, eyes wide as he kept his eyes on Eddie’s from under his lashes. Eddie’s smile is gleaming, and Eddie hummed quietly as he nodded himself.

“Absolutely anything, sweet thing.”

Steve Harrington knows hair, and he knows that.

And he also knows that his friends completely like to tease him about it, well, it’s seems like except for Eddie. So Steve let himself smile and nod, and he reveled in the way that Eddie grinned- a quick flash of teeth as he pinched a little firmer at the meat of Steve’s chin, before he let go.

“Atta boy.”

-

just a little sacrifice to the tumblr readmore gods

[nymime]

Steve: *Fall sleep in the sofa while movie night with the group.*

Eddie: *To dustin, staring at Steve with lovely eyes* Look at him!… I would die for him, I would kill for him…

Dustin: Ed-

Eddie: Either way, what a bliss…

Dustin: *Whispering loudly to the party* He want to bang my mom! Our mom!

[corrodedbisexual]

Just curious about it in light of this week's festivities

Note: this is NOT a top/bottom preference question.

No fighting in the tags/comments. Everyone's shipping preferences are beautiful and valid

[infinite-orangepeel]

god really poured the universe’s entire supply of maximum cutie pie babygirl energy into joe keery when he created him

[blueywrites]

we bite (revamped)

vamp!eddie x vamp!reader x steve

you and eddie decide to have some fun when feeding on tonight's meal.

cw: 18+ only. blood kink, blood-drinking, imminent threat of killing/violence, humiliation kink, eddie degrades steve and steve likes it, dehumanization & use of demeaning names (slut, worm, bloodbag, slow/stupid), implied homophobia (eddie accuses steve of 'being in the closet'), allusion to anal sex, unstimulated orgasm. reader has a vagina, but no other physical characteristics are given.

in honor of spooky season, I wanted to revisit and improve this piece I wrote a while ago as part of my 1k follower celebration. I have a part two for this from Steve's perspective half-written already, so look out for that soonish! 😋🦇

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Your meals always end up undressed, splayed across the black sheets and velvet duvet of the bed you and Eddie share. Once you both discovered that humiliation adds a little fizz to the blood, an acidic tang not unlike the juice of a citrus fruit, it became part of your feeding repertoire to strip your food bare until their softest parts are exposed to your gaze and your teeth. And it doesn’t take much effort to bring that flavor out, too. Often, all you need to do is graze a fang along the thin, tender flesh of their groin— not even breaking skin, not yet— to have that tangy fizz spilling into their blood for your partner to enjoy. 

Shame, humiliation, guilt: those are Eddie’s favorite flavors on his humans. You like those fine, but your personal favorite is pleasure.

Quite lucky for you to have found both in this one tonight.

Contentment curls in your chest as you listen to the sonorous sound of Eddie’s rumbling growls, the messy slurp and suck as he feeds on the young man between you. The young man’s name is Steve. You’d coaxed his name from him in that effortless way you always do: by buttering him up all sweet before dragging a sharp nail along the seam between his balls, good-cop bad-cop all in one. You like to amuse yourself by watching men’s sacks jumps up towards their bodies in an attempt to escape the danger of your touch, and this you’d done for a little while with Steve before growing bored with how quickly his shame bubbled to the surface. 

You decide to drape yourself over his side instead, twining your leg around his and perching an elbow on his muscular shoulder, lounging as you wait for your turn to eat him. He’s lovely down there, but he’s just as lovely up here. Your fingers drag luxuriously through silky locks as you pet his pretty hair— chestnut-brown, thick and clean, smelling of honey and expensive vanilla. And you’re quite enjoying sucking on his earlobe now; it’s tender, soft and pliant. You like the way he stops breathing— the way his broad chest just freezes mid-gasp— each time you take the lobe lightly between your sharp teeth and let him feel just how easily you could tear it from his head. It’s almost as amusing as playing with his swollen balls.

You can tell that Eddie is still feeding because, every once in a while, the young man between you twitches and whines through his teeth, his body shifting slightly as Eddie flexes his jaw and presses more tightly to his throat. Steve is plenty afraid of you both now, enough to keep that flavor in his blood for Eddie to enjoy, so you decide to change tack: you drag your wet tongue up the shell of his ear, agonizingly slowly, then smirk when the young man shivers in response. A little whisper of anticipation fills you as Eddie hums, tasting the sudden surge of sweetness from his piqued arousal.

You’ve just grasped the side of Steve’s head and slid your wet, hot tongue into the opening of his ear— his little gasp was quite delicious— when you feel his body jostle as Eddie unlatches from his neck. You pull your tongue out hastily, dropping your food without another thought. 

Your eyes only brighten for the one who truly matters to you.

Eddie always feeds so sloppily, and this time was no exception. Blood has gushed over his chin, staining the triangle of his pale chest crimson. His half-buttoned shirt is specked with flecks of viscera, and his white fangs glisten from the mess of gore coating his plush lips. With his expression loose from blood-satiation, his deep brown eyes hazy and heavy-lidded, and his hair a wild storm of soft darkness grazing his shoulders, you think your partner has never looked sexier.

“Eddie,” you purr, affectionate and sensuous as you detangle yourself from Steve and slink across his spread legs. You settle in between them, smiling as your lover shoves the other man’s leg aside to meet you halfway. “You’re always such a messy boy,” you pout at him. “Do I have to clean you up again?”

Eddie’s dark eyes glitter as you pay him all the attention, and he hums happily as you lick a thick stripe up the center of his chest to his adam’s apple, collecting the salt of his skin and a bloody appetizer in one on your path to his mouth. Ever the tease, you swipe your tongue delicately over his lips but pull back when he tries to kiss you. You’re hoping to see a glint of possessiveness in Eddie’s eye, and ever faithful, your lover obliges. He growls possessively, fisting his hand in the hair at the back of your head and hauling you up against him as his tongue plunges past your lips; his other hand grabs low at the heft of your ass, bunching up your tight dress in his long fingers. You sigh in bliss as he claims your mouth, licking across your teeth and nipping at your bottom lip, pulling until it snaps back plump and wet.

A stifled moan has you both glancing toward the headboard.

It’s your food. 

Steve’s eyes widen as your dark gazes both flash to him, but he can’t conceal the flush high on his cheeks, the quickened rise and fall of his chest where blood has trickled from his neck into the thick hair over his pecs. There is a newfound dew on his golden skin, a fine sheen of sweat caused by his excitement. And he certainly can’t conceal the way his cock is so obviously, painfully hard, veiny and thick and blushed deep cherry red at the tip. 

If he was still strong enough to move his arms and cover himself, you’re sure he would. Lucky for you, he isn’t.

 "Aww,” Eddie chuckles darkly, bloody lips pooched in a mocking pout. “What? You want a turn, Stevie? Want me to give you a little kiss, too?" Immediately, Steve shakes his head— emphatic despite the blood loss that must be making him woozy. 

But you suspect his protests are just an attempt to deny what he’s ashamed of wanting. You giggle as Steve’s face slowly flushes entirely pink when Eddie dips his head predatorily, crawling closer to him on his knees; you watch Steve’s eyes dart down to your lover’s low-slung pants and the tuft of hair revealed at the top of his pelvis, and you smirk when he swallows thickly at the sight. The young man can’t tear his eyes from the exaggerated sway of Eddie’s hips as he stalks toward him, settling at the young man’s side, the same place you’d been while Eddie fed. You slink to Steve’s other side as Eddie quirks a salacious brow and palms his own crotch, canting his hips towards Steve and rubbing slowly and sensually in a mockery of enticement. The show is meant to goad Steve, to pin him down until he admits how much he wants to look. And you’re sure he must want to, because Eddie’s cocky smirk and sizeable cock— clearly sizeable though trapped behind leather pants— are tantalizing you even from such a distance. 

In an attempt to preserve his dignity, perhaps, the other man looks away. 

Eddie’s hand shoots out in a pale blur and yanks Steve’s head back by his hair. Your plaything winces as his golden neck stretches taut, tendons and veins nearly bulging, but your breath quickens in eager excitement as the action makes that stiffness between his legs twitch. Eddie notices too, his chuckle husky and thick as he says to you, "Look at his little cock, sweetheart. Think he liked that." 

Steve’s hazel eyes dart to you, pupils blown wide in arousal and fear. You tilt your head as he meets your eye, and you coo mockingly at your food, "You like it when Eddie plays with you, huh? It gets you hard." You smirk. "You ever been fucked by a vampire before?" 

The young man whimpers, and it sparks pleasure and hunger low in your belly. "Dirty boy,” you purr, your voice a sensual hum as you lean in to ghost your breath over his taut neck. You bare a fang and slowly trace it down the quivering artery there, snickering as Steve shakes with the effort to stay perfectly still, lest you cut him open. When you reach Steve’s clavicle, you lick a path back up the wounds your lover has already made, nipping playfully underneath his jaw to make him flinch. “Mmm,” you hum eagerly, “Eddie, look, he's practically weeping now." 

And it’s true— pearly beads of precum now drip from the tip of his desperate cock onto your black sheets. You meet the eyes of your lover over Steve’s head, and your heart floods with wicked affection at the mischievousness in Eddie’s wide, dark eyes and the devious smirk curling on his plush lips.  "Bet we could get him to cum without even touching his dick," Eddie suggests; his smirk widens to a manic grin when your brows pinch pleadingly and your eyes go soft and wide and eager.

“Oh, Ed, can we? That sounds like such fun.”

“Sure, sweetheart,” he murmurs, holding your gaze, and you shiver with pleasure as he regards you with such palpable affection. “Anything for my girl.” His voice is a caress against your cheek, and you lean into it as if his hand were cupping your skin.

Delighted, you turn back to the golden neck your lover has considerately bared for you, taking a moment to nuzzle against the honey and vanilla of Steve’s touseled hair before trailing your nose in a featherlight line down past his ear to that vein of lifeblood thrumming under his skin. You stretch your jaw with an audible click, and Steve’s eyes dart to you. He gulps at the sight of your fangs, gleaming and white and razor sharp beside his neck. He strains against Eddie’s hold, overwhelmed by fear, but he cannot escape the inevitability of your feeding. 

With a sigh of bliss, you dig your teeth neatly into that aching artery.

Steve’s blood spills into your mouth as if eager to escape him and nourish you. It still tastes of citrus from his shame, but now, the floral sweetness of his arousal is the top note. You suck lightly, swallowing one small mouthful; your prey moans as the chemicals in your saliva begin to flood his brain with endorphins. You suck another mouthful, and then another, glancing beyond Steve’s aquiline nose to see your lover’s eyes flash before he ducks to Steve’s ear.

Your food’s entire body tenses and his fists tighten on the sheets below him, as if he’s preparing for a second bite. You purse your lips against an amused smile to keep suction on his neck; you know that Eddie would never take food out of your mouth unless you’d both agreed to feed at the same time, though your prey doesn’t know that, and the little burst of spicy terror settles back to sweetness when all Eddie does is start murmuring to him quietly without even touching him.

“You be good for us, Stevie,” Eddie murmurs. “Be a good little blood bag for my girl, make her happy, and I promise, I promise I won’t rip out your throat. I’ll be so fuckin’ nice to you, Steve; I’ll only hurt you in ways that’ll heal. Eventually. How’s that sound?”

It’s quiet, but you can hear every word that slithers into his ear, hear every little hitch of breath and shift of Steve’s squirming legs against the sheets as Eddie’s words and your feeding begin to arouse him further.

Eddie huffs a little chuckle. “Tell me somethin’, big boy. You ever suck a guy’s dick before?” 

Your food groans, and you feel the vibration of his mutter when he answers. "No." 

Eddie chuckles delightedly. "Still in the closet, huh? Because I see the way you look at me, Steve— like you want me to wreck you. Well, I’ll tell you what,” he says, low and playful, “maybe after my baby’s done eating you, I’ll allow you to suck my dick. And maybe she’ll even be nice and suck yours at the same time. Wouldn’t that be just a dream come true, Stevie?”

The sweetness in the blood filling your mouth grows thicker, headier. You moan as you suck harder and sustenance gushes warm down your thirsty throat. “That’s it,” Eddie coaxes him, “such a good boy.”

The sweetness in Steve’s blood fades slightly, dulling so that a coppery tang becomes more prominent, and you grunt in dissatisfaction. It must communicate what you intend because Eddie hums in surprise. “Huh.” You can hear the smirk in his voice as he purrs, “Praise doesn’t get your prick goin’, does it? You just want me to tell you how fuckin’ useless you are. My little toy to play with.”

That heady, dizzying sweetness surges back, and you growl eagerly, mouth pressing tighter against his trembling throat as he groans— not in pain, but in pleasure. 

“I think I’m gonna need a little more from you then, Steve.” Eddie eyes Steve darkly. “Beg for my cock. Ask me nicely if you can pretty, pretty please suck my dick.”

The young man whimpers, legs tensing as his hips squirm up to pump weakly, but he doesn’t reply. 

“Are you slow, Stevie?” Eddie asks, mockingly light. “You stupid or somethin’?” He chuckles mirthlessly. “Oh, I get it. You’re just a guy that thinks if he can smile pretty, dress nice, and fuck a pussy good enough, no one will find out what a useless, empty, pointless sack of shit he is. That right?” You shiver with delight as Eddie’s voice goes dark. Mean. “But I already know how worthless you are, Steve. And if you wanna keep that pathetic little cock attached to your body, then you better tell me how much you wanna suck. My. Dick.”

There’s a ragged gasp, a burst of citrus to mix with the sweet floral of his pleasure flooding your mouth. And then Steve is answering in a cracked voice. “I w-wanna suck your dick, Eddie. Please. Please let me suck your dick.”

Hearing your lover intimidate your meal in this way really fucking gets you going. You pulse hard between your legs, your pussy squeezing around nothing as the taste of flowers grows more distinct— honeysuckle and primrose, which accounts for that heavy, heady sweetness. 

“Aw,” Eddie coos, sickly sweet with a razor-sharp smile. “All you had to do is ask nice, sugar. Sure, I’ll let you taste me. And guess what?” He widens his eyes, ducking in to whisper conspiratorily to Steve. “I think my girl likes the idea of me fucking your throat. Maybe, if you’re lucky, she’ll even bounce on your cock while you get me all nice and wet.” 

Eddie shifts back, lounging against the headboard and raising his voice so that Steve knows you can hear everything he’s saying. “Because I’m a nice guy like that, Steve. I’m a gentleman. So I’m not gonna pound you dry. I’ll let you get me all slicked up before I fuck your ass.” He pauses for a moment before adding, “Say thank you.”

Steve whimpers, croaking out, “T-thank you.”

“Thank you for letting me get you all wet before you fuck me.” Eddie sing-songs his cadence, prompting Steve to repeat.

“T-thank you f-for…” The young man’s voice is shaking, quivering as he begins to writhe and squirm. “Thank you f-for letting me get you a-all wet before you…” He forces the words out with a squeak of effort. “…fuck me.”

Eddie throws back his head, cackling manically. “Oh, Steve,” he says, almost fondly. “You dirty little slut. You really are fuckin’ pathetic.”

Your pussy is throbbing now, tempting you to attend to it as you feed. But you refrain, knowing that what will come after your meal will be better than anything you could give yourself right now. Plus, the sweetness in Steve’s blood has begun to heat; you crack your eyes to watch his leaking cock twitch and pulse, dribbling white liquid as he humps the air with desperation, seeking friction he’ll never find.

Eddie’s voice is sinfully dark and forbidding, grit low with husk that makes both you and your food shiver as he says, “You really wanna cum, huh? That’s all you care about anymore. Mindless little worm. I bet she could drain you right now and you'd let her, so long as you get to bust before she fuckin’ kills you.”

You can feel it now— the tightening of Steve’s muscles, the frantic pumping of his heart, the constricting of his capillaries as he approaches his orgasm. You’re unbelievably turned on by the anticipation of his euphoric release, but even more so by the sound of your lover’s voice as he murmurs dark filth in the ear of your meal. You’re burning for Eddie’s touch now— your slit is puffy, clit sensitive like a raw nerve, entrance dripping slick that soaks through the thin lace of your panties, coating the insides of your thighs in sticky need.

“You’re mine now, Stevie, and you’ll always be mine. Mine to play with. Mine to eat. Mine to fuck. Mine to control,” Eddie growls. “Now fucking cum for me.”

The drag of Steve’s blood rushes suddenly thick and sticky like decadent syrup as he moans deep in his throat— a long, pitiful noise of relief as he does what his master commands. His cum shoots in long, hot spurts to paint the hair on his stomach, even jetting up to his chest before dripping down to pool in the dip of his belly button. You drink Steve’s blood down greedily, sucking and slurping almost as animalistically as Eddie typically does, ravenous for the taste of his release. You feed until you feel the beat of his heart quiver once, stuttering a halted rhythm that means you’re quickly approaching the line of no return.

You wrench yourself from Steve’s throat with a ragged gasp. Your hunger is sated for now, but your pussy is buzzing with furious, aching need that demands to be addressed. Hastily, you drop your meal; he slumps back against the headboard, spent and weak. But you pay him no mind. You’re drunk with desire as your eyes find the wild dark curls and pretty pale face of your lover. Your need is a ravenous thing, more dangerous than even Eddie’s hunger.

"We might need to keep this one," Eddie observes to you, ruffling Steve’s head of chestnut hair before slapping his golden cheek a few times; the young man stirs slightly but doesn't move. "He's gonna be fun." 

"Sure, babe," you pant, eyes wild and nostrils flared, fighting against your twitching muscles, trying to keep yourself from shredding Eddie’s new plaything to ribbons to get at him. "Whatever you want. But if you don’t want me to kill him, you better bend me over his lap right now and ruin my fucking cunt."

xx

[ent-is-indecisive]

id : a digital painting in dark tones with a golden and purple decorated border. steve is kneeling, bare chested, with his back to the viewer. He is wearing pearl shoulder jewellry and a big circle sigil is shining on the middle of his back and connected to magical binds around his torso, neck and wrists. the end of these ties are wrapped in eddie's hand. Eddie is seated on a wooden vanity dressed in black dress pants and a sheer shiny shirt, open halfway. He is also wearing a ruby necklace shining the same colour as the magic and reflecting in his eyes. /end id

Here is the drawing i sent off for the reverse big bang and that @viviseawrites made so much better ! We've mostly worked separately so I am just as excited as you all to go read "they gave you life, and in return, you gave them hell"

[justmeinadaze]

Children of the Night Part 8 (Steddie X You)

Warnings: Daddy Vampire Eddie/ Switch Vampire Steve & Sub Fem Human Reader, SMUT, brief smacking, handcuffing, pegging :), biting, blood (vampires so yeah), dirty talk, etc. FLUFF, they love each other <3,

ANGST, Steve struggles with his need to talk control and Eddie fears that may have disastrous consequences. Their childhoods are touched on very briefly, negative talk about how Steve's dad can't accept his sons sexuality (very brief) and some conversation about what happened in S4, cliffhanger ending... *evil laughs*

Word Count: 6090

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“Fuck, that’s it, baby.”, you groan as you grind your hips against Steve’s tongue while his hands dug into your thighs as you rode his face. Eddie smirked from his place between his boyfriend’s legs that he was currently holding apart as he thrust roughly into him. 

It had been a few months since Eddie had turned Steve and the new vampire was doing much better than he was before. He felt more confident in his ability to feed without fear of fully draining and both men had been able to get a better hold over their emotions. 

You sold your house and moved in with them, finding that after everything that happened it was better for you three to be closer to each other. You had also taken over Steve’s responsibilities such as making sure there was enough blood in the fridge just in case and keeping track of their health to make sure they were alright. 

You genuinely didn’t mind doing it and they made up for it after they woke up; taking you on dates, spoiling you, and then fucking you till your eyes rolled. They got back to being consistent with streaming and you had become a prominent member as they fed from you. 

Grabbing Eddie’s jaw, you brought his lips to yours as your body shuttered and the coil snapped. The metalhead having already fed from you knew it was time for Steve to have his meal and as if they could read reach others minds as soon as Eddie pulled out, the other vampire pushed you off him, and wrapped his arm around your waist, placing you underneath him. 

As soon as he guided his cock into your cunt, Eddie did the same with his partner’s entrance again making Steve grumble low in his chest with pleasure before his fangs attached to your throat. Your fingers tangled in his hair as your eyes rolled back.

“Oh my…God. Y-Yes, Renfield. Take what you need.”

His hips pump at a fast pace, thrusting himself deep into your core while pushing back hard against the other vampire whose eyes never left your face; making sure Steve didn’t take too much. Licking his fingertips, Eddie reached underneath him to rub fast circles into your clit causing you to cry out at the feeling. 

Right as you came, Steve pulled up his head without prompting, his hair blocking his eyes and his lips covered in blood.

“Good boy. Cum for Daddy, baby.”, Eddie whispered encouragingly in the boy’s ear.

An audible grunt left his lips as he warmed your insides and collapsed on top of you. 

“F-Fuck. That was so fucking good. Are…are you ok, honey?”, he panted as his palm cupped your cheek. When you nod, he grins as he licks his thumb and heals the bite mark he left. “I think Dracula’s leaving the cameras on this time while we do some after care, ok?”

“Ok, baby.”

The man himself suddenly appeared next to you with some water and juice, popping the latter open and guiding it to your lips after Steve helps you sit up. 

“There we go, good girl. You have to drink all this, alright? Do you want a bath tonight or do you want me to try the washcloth?”

“Washcloth, please, Daddy.”

“Ok, princess. What about you, Renfield? How are you feeling?”

“I’m alright, baby, thank you.” 

You beam up at them with heavy eyes as they kiss softly before Eddie disappears again. 

Tenderly, your lips kiss Steve’s shoulder and trails down his arms to his hands. 

“I love you, Renfield. I love you so much.”, you hiccup as the clingy side takes over and you nuzzle your face into his cool skin. 

His palm cups your cheek and brings your lips to his before moving up to your forehead.

“I love you to, Mina…so beautiful, honey.”

“Ay, children.”, Eddie playfully scolds as he swishes his hand back and forth between you two. “So greedy, I swear.”

While cleaning between your legs, the long-haired vampire notices Steve’s kisses becoming a bit more passionate as he licked and sucked on your neck with his lips making your brain start to go even fuzzier. 

“Renfield.”

You heard it in his tone. When Steve stepped over the submissive line and disobeyed he wanted to scold him properly so it sunk in but he couldn’t with the cameras on which he knew his partner was aware of. While he had gotten better at controlling his emotions, the urges while or after being intimate were even harder to rein in and Eddie found himself punishing Steve more and more. Neither boy minded but the metalhead was beginning to find repeating himself tiresome. 

“Hey, little boy. I didn’t give you permission to do that.”

Standing to his full height, he grabbed his boyfriend’s chin forcing him off you but when Steve’s black eyes glared his way, he growled low in his throat. Wind blew around you as Eddie turned off the camera and angrily tossed the rag in his hand against the wall. 

“How many times are we going to do this, Steven? I thought you wanted me to be in control?!”

“I do! I do.”, he insists as he blinks and tries to get to his feet but his partner pushes him back on to the mattress. 

“Sit down.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy. I really am.”, he pleads. “I just…there’s something about her… I can’t…” Steve feels himself go into a slight trance again as he presses his nose to your cheek and inhales your scent. At the action, his large hand glides up your skin between your thighs as your eyes roll closed and you groan. “I can’t help it. I want to fuck her till neither of us can move.”

His last sentence comes out deep and seductive in his vampire voice causing Eddie to blink as he thinks to himself. 

“Stop. No. Leave her be tonight. She needs to refuel and rest.”

Grunting in frustration, he begrudgingly moves away from you and guides you backward under the covers, smiling when you immediately fall asleep.

The other vampire’s chocolate eyes constantly scanned over you both as you slept. It wasn’t just a dynamic thing or him being annoyed sexually that Steve wasn’t listening. Eddie understands what it was like to allow the vampire to take over when it came to you both but, unfortunately when it came to the man he loved, Steve had come the closest the most times to accidently killing you by fully draining you. 

There had to be a way to get him to listen and be more careful. 

That afternoon when you woke up, you found a note with your name on the end table on top of some cash. 

“Baby girl, 

Can you do me a favor and buy these items here for me? I’d do it myself but I don’t want Steve to know what I’m up to and walking into that store is going to rile me up so he’ll feel that and ask questions so I want to do this while he’s asleep.

If you don’t feel comfortable, I understand. Just burn this note and we can come up with another plan later tonight. I love you, sweetheart.

Things we need…”

Your eyebrows raise as you read the list. 

What IS he up to?

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“Good morning, my love.”, Eddie greets as soon as Steve opens his eyes. “How are you feeling? Hungry?”

“Um, no. I’m still pretty full from last night. What are you up to?”

“Nothing. I just thought the three of us could play tonight without the camera.”

“Is Y/N ok with that? She’s not sore?”

“I’m alright, baby, thank you.”, you giggle in a sweet voice as you come around the corner. 

The vampire’s jaw drops when he sees you draped in a simple white lace nightie with matching panties underneath. Your nipples peaked through the material but your hair attempted to block his view as it fell around your shoulders. You looked so innocent…

He wanted to ruin you.

“Oh, do you like my gift I got her, Stevie?”

“Yes, Daddy. Fuck she looks so good.”

“Have a seat, baby.” Eddie gestures to a chair he had placed by the bed, beaming sweetly when the vampire listens. “Good boy. Look at you. Listening to Daddy so well tonight. You must really want her.” 

Steve aggressively nods as you stand behind him and run your palms along his bare shoulders down his arms. 

“Hm. But you were misbehaving last night. Weren’t you, little boy?”

The sound of clicking startles the pretty vampire as you handcuff his wrists behind the chair just as Eddie had instructed before he woke up. 

“Weren’t you?”

“Please, Daddy. I’m sorry.”

“Yet you keep disobeying. You’ve gotten better about stopping yourself when it comes to not draining to much but you get so worked up so easily. Even when Daddy tells you no, you give me attitude and sometimes do it anyway.”

“I’m—”

“I know. You’re sorry.”

Taking a seat on the bed, you watch as the metalhead quickly maneuvers around the room, pushing the chair against the wall and chaining the boy so he could barely move.

“Eddie, what the fuck!?”

Steve grunts when the vampire smacks his cheek and grips his jaw. 

“I trust you when you say you’re sorry but I need it to fully sink in. When I tell you to stop or do something you do it especially when it comes to her.”

“Are you fucking kidding me!?”

Releasing his hold, Eddie sits beside you and gently rubs your thigh. 

“Now because Y/N has been a good girl, I’m going to reward her.”, he coos as he pushes some of your hair behind your ear. “I’m going to let her fuck Daddy.” Your eye lids flutter at his words and his hand effortlessly slides between your thighs to the crotchless panties, his fingers running between your folds. 

“You like that idea, princess?”

“Please, Daddy.”

As your lips mingled with his, you both listened as Steve tried to use his strength to break free but failed. 

“This isn’t fucking fair! I kept you in control for two years, Edward!” The long-haired boy growls low at his words and you try to calm him by caressing his cheek. 

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“He needs to learn, baby. I don’t know what else to do.”

“Fuck you both! You’re a part of this to, Y/N?! FUCK! After everything I put up with when it came to you losing control, Eddie. All the fucking deaths I helped you clean up and the times I even saved your fucking life, Y/N!”

The vampire in front of you swished away from you and grabbed his boyfriend’s throat. 

“SO THAT MAKES IT OK FOR YOU TO LOSE CONTROL!? FOR YOU TO ALMOST KILL THE WOMAN WE LOVE?! Because I fucked up!?”, Eddie shouted in a deep voice as they glared at each other with black eyes. 

“Steve…if you want to stop we can stop. Just say the word.”, you coo gently as you slowly walk towards them. “Eddie, baby, let him go till he tells us.”

When he didn’t move, your hand reached out to grab his wrist as you tenderly kissed his cheek. After a few seconds, he did what you asked. Steve’s dark eyes scanned over you both and the scene in front of him. He wondered if you realized how innocent you genuinely seemed right now; an angel trying to manage two devils. 

He wanted you to feel safe with them and even he knew sometimes his neediness was hard to control when the vampire took over. That first night he had almost killed you and it frightened them both. He never wanted to feel that again and he definitely didn’t want that for his partner. 

“I’m ok.”, he mumbled.

Eddie stepped towards him with the intention of making him speak up but you cut him off, placing your soft hand on his chin, and gently kissed his lips. 

“Are you sure, baby?”

“Yes, ma’am, I’m sure.”

“Ok. Good boy. If you change your mind just let Daddy or me know.”

“Yes ma’am.”

When you turned to face the metalhead again, you were met with kisses as he cupped your face. 

“We don’t deserve you.”, he whispers as his thumbs run along your skin. 

“No, we don’t.”, Steve agrees.

Eddie carried you to the bed, his soft kisses becoming more passionate as you both grinded against each other.  

“Are you ready, sweetheart?”

“Y-Yeah, I’m…I’m a little nervous.”

Your eyes rolled as he open mouth kissed your neck, his tongue caressing your skin as you both groaned. 

“I know, pretty girl. I can feel it but—fuck—do you feel how hard you’re making me?”

“Fuck, Daddy. C-Can I…is it ok if I…?”

Glancing towards Steve, he noticed the dent in his pajama bottoms as he felt the energy rise between the two beings loved. Nodding, Eddie rolled out of your way and got up to place himself behind his partner. 

“Crawl for us, baby.”

Giggling, you did what he wanted, sinking to your hands and knees to make your way towards them. Steve whimpered at the sight as the other vampire ran his hands along his chest. 

“I’ll make you a deal. If you behave through this, I’ll allow her to suck your cock so you can cum down her throat.”

“Yes, baby, please.”

Eddie grinned as you perched your elbows on his thighs between his legs and tenderly kissed his tummy. Your breasts behind the silky material perfectly rubbed against him making him pant against the other boy’s cheek before his stomach was suddenly cut and you began to drink his blood. 

Steve tugged on his restraints as his head fell back, moaning loudly you sucked his wound. 

“Oh…my…FUCK! That feels so fucking good.”

“I know, baby. I know. I bet you want to fuck her till little one can barely walk, huh? Oh, to bad you can’t seem to listen to Daddy.”

“I’ll listen! I’ll listen…please, Daddy. I promise.”

“I know you will. Come on, beautiful. Time for your reward.”

Your body swayed as Eddie reached for your bicep and guided you to your feet. Sitting on the edge of the mattress, he dug through the bag you brought out and untangled the strap on from the tissue paper the shop at used as an extra layer of hidden production. 

When his eyes meet yours, you can’t help but giggle at the innocence behind them as you lean down to peck his lips, taking the toy from his hand, and sliding it up like underwear. Taking his hand in yours, you place his fingers between your legs. 

“Feel that? When you click the button on the remote, it will vibrate. The harder I pump the harder it presses against me.”

“Fuck me, sweetheart. You are so perfect.”, he whines his hand grabs the back of your neck forcing your mouth to his. “Come here, baby.”

As he starts to position you over his face, you stop him. 

“Wait, Daddy. Since you’re letting me take over a bit… can we try it the other way?”

“Um, Jesus, yeah. You’ll tell me if I’m too heavy?”

“Yes, I promise.”

After laying you flat on your back, Eddie takes off his boxers and straddles his knees on either side of your head, being careful to not hit you by accident or pull any of your hair. Trying to comfort him, you run your hands along his thighs and a small groan leaves his lip. 

Pressing the little button on the remote, the vibration comes to life between your legs and you moan his title as he tilts forward to wrap his mouth around the end of silicone. The lower his head went the harder the garment pressed against your clit causing you to moan around his cock as his tip hit the back of your throat driving the vampire crazy. 

“Fuck, Y/N! That feels so good.”

Static and need run through your body as you felt Steve get more turned on by what he was witnessing. Thrusting upwards, you groan as you listen to Eddie gag and find a steady rhythm as you search for a release. Making sure to keep your mouth full of him, you kept his cock warm between your cheeks as your eyes rolled and the coil snapped. 

Your moans around his length had him grunting loudly as he tried to control himself from coming as well. You both weren’t even close to being done and he wanted to savor the moment. 

Carefully, Eddie bounced away from you towards the bedside table to grab the lubrication as you turn to glance towards the other vampire whose eyes were now black with desire as the vampire was starting to take over. You could hear his low growl as he tried to maintain control, his arms and hands tugging against the chains around him. 

Quietly, you wiped the drool from your mouth and stroked it along the toy, groaning lightly as it pushed back against you.

“I love you, Steve. Come back to us, baby.”

“Love…you…”, he strained a reply as his eyes squeezed shut. “Sorry…”

“Don’t be sorry.” A tap on your shoulder causes you to turn as Eddie hands you the bottle. “Why does his speech break like that? Yours doesn’t.”

“He’s hungry and still new… The more he learns to control it, the quicker that will go away.”

“He needs to eat?”

“No, hey, focus. He’s ok. I can give him a blood pack after.”

“Not hungry…for…food…”, the other vampire huffs. “Want…you…”

Eddie’s head tilted at his partners comment as he whispered in your direction. “Can you feel that?” You nod as your breathing picks up the same way it does right before you orgasm. “Can you tap into it? Show me what you’re feeling from him?”

Closing your eyes, you do what he asks and try to focus on what was running through Steve at the moment. You could absolutely feel the want for you both but for Eddie it was a combination of anger and intense desire. He wanted to prove that he could be in control and still take care of him. It was like an internal battle within himself where Steve still wanted Daddy but the vampire wanted to BE Daddy.

When your eyes opened again, he smirked your way and you mirrored him as you turned to focus on Eddie, grabbing his shoulders and pushing him back against the pillows as you took your place between his legs. 

“Lay back, Daddy. I can take care of you.” His chocolate eyes watched you carefully as you poured some of the lube in your palm and mewled when you firmly massaged his entrance with your fingers. “That’s it, honey, fuck you’re tight.”

His cock twitched at your words as he reached down to lazily pump himself as he waited. As you slowly began guiding the silicone into him, his breath caught in his chest as his back arched. 

“Fuck, baby.”

Gripping his thighs for leverage, you made subtle thrusting motions with your hips as the vibration between your legs pressed harder against your clit. 

“Daddy takes it so well. There you go… sucking me in like a good boy.”

Where Eddie could normally feel you both, something primal was blocking the notion. He loved the way you were talking to him but he needed to make sure you still understand he was in charge. Is this what Steve was struggling with? Did he not need Daddy anymore?

As you picked up your pace, the boy beneath you exposed his neck a bit more and you literally felt your mouth salivate. You wanted nothing more than to kiss it and run your tongue along that vein on the side. 

It looked so…delicious…

“FUCK!”

You’re not sure when you did it but suddenly your human teeth were biting so hard into Eddie’s throat that blood was now draining past your lips. The notion was so strong and he tasted so good, even more so when his fingers tangled in your hair and held you closer to him as he grunted in pleasure. 

You didn’t see it but his eyes darkened and you abruptly stopped moving as he yanked you back roughly. 

“Who told you to stop fucking me?”, he growled in a deep voice that had you exhaling heavily. His palm grabbed your neck and a grumble of warning caused you to start thrusting into him against. “Never…NEVER forget, little girl, I’m Daddy. You think you’re in charge right now but that’s an illusion. I’M always in control. Do I make myself clear?”

Your eyes blinked and softened as you nodded. 

“I’m sorry, Daddy. I-I-I don’t know…”

“It’s ok, baby. You got this. Fuck me harder, sweetheart. Please.”

Your gaze never left his as you did what he asked, pumping into him so hard the bed began to shake until you screamed and fell against his chest. His arms wrapped tightly around you as he moaned into your ear and you felt his seed hit your belly between you. 

“Eddie, I’m…I’m so sorry. Did I hurt you?”

“Shhhh…it’s ok. I’m ok. See? All healed.”, he coos as he shows you his neck that you tenderly kiss. “Do you think you can wait a few more minutes before I give you a bath?”

“Yeah, of course.”

Carefully, you pull out of him and lay there patiently as he helps you remove the device, tossing it on the floor. Rising to his feet, he grabbed the computer chair and wheeled it directly in front of his partner as he took a seat.

“Do you want to start being in control?”

“No…I don’t…”

Eddie doesn’t say a word as he watches you stand and walk towards Steve, kneeling as you move around to free him. With his hands still bound behind his back, however, you help him out of his seat and walk him towards the metalhead. 

Without prompting, he straddles his lap facing him as his head hangs. Both vampires exhale as Eddie takes hold of his chin, tilting his eyes to meet his own. 

“Talk to me.”

“It’s hard…”

“I mean…yeah, but after what you just saw I’m not surprised.”

You smile as Steve breathily laughs, shaking his head. 

“You’re so fucking stupid.”

“You love it.”

“I do.”, he sighs before leaning his forehead against his own. “The feelings are so strong, Ed. The vampire wants to take over so bad. He wants to hold you down and have you kneeling at MY feet. He wants to shove his cock down your throat and hear you choke.” Eddie’s eyes lids fluttered as he tried to keep his facial features from showing anything. 

Placing his palm on Steve’s lower back, he guided him to grind his hips against his thigh.

“He wants to fuck you both till the fucking mattress breaks… He’s—mmm—hungry for you and blood. I just want to hold you both and have you do those things to me like we always do but it’s primal, honey.”

Helping him to move faster, Eddie leans up to kiss his lips and Steve groans against them as he nears his release. 

“Steve Harrington, I love YOU. If you want to try switching it up I’m fine with that. What I can’t allow is for you to hurt her. Y/N is a strong woman but she’s still fragile. She doesn’t heal like we do. That part of the vampire you and I BOTH need to do better with.”

The man’s body trembles as he cums, his pants dampening against Eddie’s skin. 

“It’s only with her, baby.”, he whispers as he pants against his mouth. “…and you. Do…Do you still crave me?”

“Fuck, Steve.”, he chuckles. “That fucking word choice turns me on. Yeah I do, sweetheart, but… I didn’t figure it would give me any kind of sustenance like her blood.”

“Try it.”, you encourage. “Maybe just offer him your wrist.”

Doing as he suggest, he offers him his arm and the other vampire hesitates before biting into his flesh. Eddie flinches for a moment but the pain is soon replaced with pure ecstasy as his eyes roll back. The sound of metal clanking to the ground fills the room as Steve broke the cuffs apart, grabbing his boyfriend and falling hard to the floor. 

You had no idea what was happening but you didn’t want to ruin it if it was something that could help them. Sinking to your knees, you crawled slowly to them, watching as the pretty boy man handled the other vampire onto his hands and knees, pulled down his pants enough to free his cock, and slid it into the man beneath him. 

At a brutal pace, Steve trust into him as they both grunted and growled. Eddie’s hair blocked his face as his head hung but as you laid on your back beside them and tried to move it, his hand reached out to catch it, stopping you and pinning it to the floor. 

Gripping his long mane, Steve yanked his back to his stomach and it was then you noticed their eyes were black; the vampires were in charge. Eddie bit into the arm across his chest making the other boy mewl as the echo of skin slapping filled the room. 

They came at the same time, Steve slamming his release hard inside of him until he fully emptied with Eddie spilling on the floor. Their lips mingled together as their tongues licked any remnants of blood that lingered around their chin. 

“H-How did it feel?”, you squeaked.

Both sets of dark eyes met yours before gliding down the white lace that clung to your sticky, sweaty body. Eddie’s blood stuck to the fabric drawing their attention to your breasts as your nipples poked through the garment. An intense feeling washed over you and your breathing picked up as they let each other go, crawling your way like a lion on the hunt. 

“Hungry.”

They dived at you at the same time as both men took control.

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Thirteen-year-old Eddie wanders around Hawkins desperately searching for something, ANYTHING, to clear his mind. His dad had called Wayne from jail asking for money again.

“No, Allen! And even if I did have any extra funds I wouldn’t give them to you because that would go towards your son. You remember him, don’t ya?”

No, he doesn’t. His dad forgot about him long after he went in and he’d be lying if he said it didn’t hurt him.

Walking past a music store, he finds something that grabs his attention; a guitar hanging in a music store window. 

“Hey, sweetheart. You are perfect, aren’t you?”, he thinks to himself as he presses his forehead against the glass. 

“Edward Munson! Get your dirty face away from my display.”, the owner scolds as she shoos him with her hands. “Don’t come back unless you’re going to buy something!”

“One day, Mrs. Barber, I AM going to rescue that beautiful thing from your evil clutches and after I do, she and I are going to travel the world with my band and become famous! You’ll regret being so fucking rude to me!”

“Mhmm… I don’t think they allow you to have guitars in jail.”

Eddie’s eyes widen at her insult as he glances around him, locking eyes for a brief moment with the king himself, Steve fucking Harrington. He tries to gather his faculties for a comeback so he seems tough but he can’t think of anything as embarrassment floods his face. 

Sighing in defeat, he runs in the opposite direction. 

***

Steve hated outings with his dad because everything became a lesson. 

“Civilized people don’t do this or that.”

“As Harrington’s our image matters.”

With every sentence, he was reminded that there was a thin line he was balancing on when it came to his father and one wrong move could have him hating him forever. 

“Edward Munson!...”

Both Harrington boys glanced towards the music store owner yelling at the youngest Munson outside of her shop. 

“Jesus, who does that kid think he is? His family can barely afford a can of beets let alone an instrument.”

“Maybe he just wants to look at something. Give him motivation to buy whatever he’s staring at. You always say motivation is important.”

“Not for him, son. Munson’s are freaks who are always meant to be at the bottom.”

Eddie’s eyes met Steve’s and for some reason the youngest Harrington boy felt guilty. He wanted to tell his dad to fuck off, run over to this other boy he desperately wanted to hug, and defend him from Mrs. Barber. He wanted to buy the entire store so he could smash everything inside it for her rude comment and give the instrument Eddie wanted to him for free just to see him smile. 

But he couldn’t…

His dad would punish him or worse if he said one thing that wasn’t “right”.

When their eyes locked from across the street, Steve felt like a failure but he didn’t understand why as the other boy turned heel and ran.

Both vampire’s eyes opened as the memories faded away. To be able to see from each other’s point of view was a bit odd but now they understood why you felt so strongly about leaving them after Steve turned. If you had felt everything he had felt when he thought Eddie was gone or what the metalhead felt when he first woke up in the upside down, no wonder you ran. 

Realizing their movements were slower they glanced down to see their skin stained with blood as fear washed over them looking down at your tiny frame. 

“Y/N? Shit! Y/N, baby, wake up!”, Eddie screamed as he grabbed your arm and rolled you on to your back. 

“Ow! Fuck me, I’m awake. Why are you holding me so tightly? You’re hurting me.”, you whined as you rubbed your hands over your tired eyes. 

“I thought…we thought…what happened?”

Blinking, your gaze shifted between them. 

“You don’t remember?” 

“The last thing I remember was biting Eddie—”

“Oh no.”, you giggle as their brows furrow together. “Then you missed a lot of the good stuff. You two went at it like you hadn’t seen each other in years. Steve, you took over and turned into someone completely different. Not in a bad way, though.”

Eddie’s eyes scan the void as he tries to remember what he can. 

“I do remember bits and pieces but after I bit you, Steve, it’s just…a bit of blur.”

“We didn’t hurt you, did we?”

“No.”, you smile as you shake your head. “You feed from a little bit but that wasn’t what you seemed to be hungry for. I wish I could show you… the vampires within you were rough but not…violent. Not to me, anyway. When we were done playing and you were done feeding, Eddie gave me a bath and Steve cleaned the floor. I’m not quite sure why you didn’t clean yourselves but…”

“Did we talk to you?”

“Mhmm. Not in like full sentence but it was more like one or two words at a time.” You scrunch your face and playfully deepen your tone. “Hungry. Pretty girl…taste good. Tight.”

The three of you laugh as Steve falls back against the pillow.

“Maybe…maybe the reason you struggle to control the vampire is because…they don’t NEED to be controlled. They just want to be able to be free every now and then. I bet if you stop ‘repressing’ them you’d remember more and actually get what you want…more control.”

Nodding, both men cuddle up to you and kiss your cheek. 

“Ew, you both are really sticky!”

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You grinned at both vampires as they laid in bed on their sides facing each other while they quietly whispered admirations and declarations of love. Steve ran his fingers through Eddie’s tussled hair while the other continued to caress his palm down the boy’s back. 

You imagined this was another small glimpse into their past before everything terrible happened to them. Two young men lying in bed together dreaming of the perfect future where they could happy. 

Allowing them some space to be, you focused on their website in front of you, scanning through dialogue on their message boards and open chat forum before something abruptly changed.

“Eddie? Steve?”

“Hm?”

Words were appearing along the screen too fast for you to keep up but what you could see had you frozen in fear. Feeling the sudden shift, both vampires whooshed to your side watching as your hand shook as you pointed to the screen. 

Renisa10: “No! No there’s no way! I thought they said Steve Harrington died.”

MenaMyQueen: “No, you idiot. They never found his body.”

Here12whatever: “I guess Eddie Munson kidnapped him and now he has Stockholm Syndrome.”

DraculaStoker1984: “So he kidnapped Steve AND Y/N, got them to fall for him, and then convinced them to do all this? Fuck no.”

Justice4ChrissyCunningham: “Eddie Munson is a fucking murderer and should be in hell for what he did! If Steve Harrington isn’t a victim than he’s an accomplice!”

Steve quickly ran into the living room and turned on the tv, flipping channels till he found what he was looking for. 

“Yes, we were finally able to get a positive ID on the men known online as ‘Renfield’ and ‘Dracula’. With some diligent work from our IT team as well as some research from credible sources we have learned that the alias Renfield is missing and had been presumed dead Steven Harrington who disappeared from Hawkins, Indiana a little over 2 years ago and alias Dracula is fugitive Edward Munson who is still currently wanted for the murders of 3 students in the same town as Mr. Harrington.”

“Chief! Chief! What about the other young lady who’s been seen in their streams?”

“Ah yes. Alias Mena is Y/N Y/L/N. There is no criminal record for her besides a few juvenal crimes. We speculate she may actually be a victim and not an accomplice but AGAIN that’s just speculation.”

“Why don’t you assume the same for Steve Harrington?”

“That’s up for his lawyers to prove when we catch him. We have several accounts saying him and Mr. Munson were romantically involved but his father Bill Harrington denies this.”

Steve growls low in his throat as he glares at the tv. 

“Wow, in two years, nothing has changed, huh, Harrington? People are still really good at painting me as the villain.”, Eddie replied sassily as he folded his arms across his chest. 

“I haven’t seen my dad since I moved in with you and Wayne and yet he still refuses to accept I love you.”

“I’m not a victim…”, you whisper. “I hate that they called me that. I’ve been a victim my entire life… but not with you two.”

The metalhead’s eyes softened as he reached out to grab your hand and kiss the back before throwing you a gentle reassuring smile you knew was fake. 

“Don’t. Don’t tell me and Steve to leave you. Please.”

“Y/N—”

“No. I saw what it did to you both and you said it felt like a piece of your soul was missing. I won’t do that to you again…either of you. I actually think I can help you but I want something in return.”

Steve took a seat on the chair across from you as Eddie leaned forward resting his elbows on his knees. 

“Help how?”

“I can boot them out and reroute the feed but I genuinely believe I can do it where they can’t find us again. We can still run if you want to but you still need income. You still need your site and I can make sure you can utilize it where they can’t track it or the account the money goes in to.”

“Hm, so much for ‘only juvenile’ crimes.”, the pretty boy teases. “Why haven’t you offered to do this before?”

“I didn’t want to steal Dustin and Mike’s thunder.”, you smile. “Plus, the did a good job. It just seems like the police have updated their methods.”

“I see. Ok, baby girl. I’ll play along. What do you want in return?”

Heavily exhaling the nerves, you turn to face him with confidence. 

“Change me into a vampire.”

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[puppy-steve]

a whole lifetime

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written for @steddieas-shegoes's birthday! happy birthday, mick! 💙🫂 i hope you enjoy this filth sprinkled amongst all the fluff <3

important tags: rockstar eddie, older steddie, married steddie, birthday sex (full taglist on ao3)

If there was ever a time for Eddie to hate being famous, it was now. Four and a half thousand miles away from home—from his family, from his friends, from his husband—on a tour he’s been against from the moment their label announced it.

And it’s his birthday, for Christ’s sake.

Don’t get him wrong, Barcelona is beautiful and the fans have been great, but between three nights of sold out shows with soundchecks and interviews and one meet and greet thrown in, Eddie is ready to catch the first flight back to Indiana so he can sleep in his own bed.

Performing in front of a crowd of two thousand on his birthday used to give him an adrenaline rush so high, he would still be riding the waves of it the next day. He finds himself longing for the birthdays he spent before the band became famous. The most memorable was the first birthday after Wayne was officially granted custody of him; sitting at the shitty little card table in the trailer kitchen with a slice of Wayne’s infamous blackberry cobbler in front of him, because he knew Eddie didn’t like how dry regular cake was.

Eddie sighs, can feel the exhaustion settle deep in his bones as he slips the keycard into the lock on his hotel room door.

He’s only forty-three, but retirement is starting to sound pretty damn nice.

He kicks off his shoes by the door and lets his leather jacket drop onto the entryway table. Eddie scoffs, he still hasn’t gotten used to staying in five star hotels like this, where the rooms are like houses. The master suite is separate from the common area, and there’s a kitchenette off from that. He pulls a glass down from the fully stocked cabinet and fills it with water, gulping it down with a grateful moan as the cold water soothes his overworked vocal chords.

“Happy birthday, handsome.”

[steddieas-shegoes]

Chapter 3

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Steve was warm.

He was also naked in a bath that belonged to Eddie.

It was a nice bath, much larger than the one he and Robin rarely used, and full of bubbles that smelled like peppermint.

Eddie told him it would help keep him awake, but also help him stay relaxed.

He was right.

He was also currently making Steve a grilled cheese (his favorite) and letting him listen to music through his phone speaker (his relaxing playlist that he used for his paperwork hours at home). He’d made sure the bath was hot, but not scalding the way Steve usually had it. He didn’t leave the room until Steve was laying in the bath, head resting against the towel Eddie set up along the edge, eyes closed to keep his senses dulled. According to Eddie, that was really important.

He’d lit a few candles and kept them on the side of the sink, then shut off the light before leaving to make Steve’s sandwich.

Steve was still completely unable to speak.

That was more than a little unnerving.

He knew what he needed and wanted to say, but nothing came out.

But he trusted Eddie for some reason. He’d unpack that later.

Maybe.

Probably not.

For a guidance counselor, he wasn’t that great at giving himself guidance. Or counseling.

“Stevie?”

“Hm?”

Hey! Progress! He made a noise!

“Got your sandwich,” Eddie held up the plate and smiled at Steve, who had opened his eyes, but hadn’t bothered to lift his head from where it rested against the back of the tub. He was too comfy. “You wanna dry your hands so you can eat?”

He wanted to eat, but he certainly didn’t want to move. His hands were so warm in the water. If he took them out of the bath they’d be cold and probably pruned, which was not attractive.

Not that it mattered if he was attractive, but he didn’t want Eddie to have anything else to add to the list he’d titled ‘Why Steve Harrington Is Not A Catch.’

“Sunshine, you have to eat something.”

Steve sighed. He blinked at Eddie in hopes that he would understand what he was trying to say.

Eddie sat down on the floor next to the tub and lifted the sandwich up to Steve’s mouth.

That wasn’t what Steve was trying to say, but he couldn’t really argue since he was still apparently nonverbal.

Eddie had briefly explained that that happened a lot during subspace, and sometimes it happened during a drop.

Steve took a bite of the sandwich and groaned.

It was good.

Or maybe he was just really hungry.

Either way, he leaned in to take another bite before he’d even finished chewing the first. He didn’t even care if it was disgusting or rude, he just needed to eat.

“Good boy. But don’t eat too fast, sunshine. Don’t want you to feel sick.”

“Mhm.”

Steve relaxed again, letting Eddie hold the sandwich up to his mouth to take a bite every minute or so.

It was nice. Too nice.

Steve had never been taken care of like this. Even when he was with Nancy, she would usually leave him alone when he was sick or tired, not wanting to expend the energy it takes to get him through an illness or exhaustion.

He was a little needy sometimes. He covered it up well after Nancy, not wanting anyone, not even Robin, to know he sometimes needed someone to care for him.

He hadn’t even noticed he drifted off again until Eddie was running his fingers through his barely wet hair.

“C’mon sunshine. Water’s getting too cold. Gotta get you in bed.”

And then he was in what he assumed was Eddie’s bed in what he assumed were Eddie’s clothes in what he assumed was big trouble.

He let himself feel safe.

He hadn’t felt safe in a long time.

– – – – – – – – – –

When he woke up, he was alone.

He was used to being alone.

In fact, a part of his brain told himself he would have been more worried if he wasn’t alone.

But he wasn’t in his bed, which meant at some point very recently he wasn’t alone.

And then it all came rushing back to him.

This was Eddie’s bed. Eddie, the tattoo artist he barely knew, who helped him through whatever the fuck he went through yesterday.

He turned onto his side and nearly fell out of bed when he saw that he wasn’t alone. Eddie was asleep, body curled up facing Steve, but keeping some distance between them. His breathing was slow and quiet, and his body looked relaxed despite the uncomfortable looking position he was in.

Steve watched as Eddie slept, thinking through the events of the night before.

Eddie had known what to do, what he needed, and how to make sure he got it even when he couldn’t speak. He hadn’t taken advantage of him, even though it would have been easy to do with Steve so out of it.

Eddie let out a snore and Steve couldn’t help the endeared smile that crossed his face.

Nope, you stop that right the fuck now, Steven Harrington.

He was about to slap himself in the face to prevent himself from actually having feelings when Eddie’s eyes shot open.

They stared at each other for a moment, and then Eddie smiled, and Steve was definitely in trouble.

“Hey, sunshine.”

“Um. Hi.”

“Feeling better?”

“Yeah. I’ll be out of your hair as soon as I can get dressed.”

Steve started to sit up, but Eddie reached his hand out to stop him.

“No rush. Seriously, take your time. I don’t have to be at the shop until 12 today.”

Which reminded Steve that it was Sunday, he had nowhere to be, and he was currently very cozy. Maybe he could stay for a little while. Just until he was more awake.

“I don’t wanna take up more of your time. You’ve done enough I think.”

“It’s fine, Steve.” Steve felt himself make a face at the name and Eddie’s brows furrowed. “What?”

“I dunno. Just used to you saying Stevie or Sunshine.”

Eddie smirked at him and Steve felt his stomach drop. Where it dropped to, he didn’t know, and he didn’t think he would ever find it again with the way he felt completely hollowed out.

“It’s just as much for me as it is for you, Stevie. That was pretty intense last night.”

His tone was serious, but he kept a soft smile on his face, probably to make sure Steve didn’t run away without talking about some of it.

“Yeah. I’m sorry about everything. I really wouldn’t have even gotten a tattoo if I thought that would happen.”

“Nothing to apologize for. You can’t control it. How would you have known it would happen?” Eddie raised one brow as if to dare Steve to argue. “Exactly. You didn’t know. I’m glad I was around to help. Hate to think what could’ve happened if it was someone else.”

And, yeah, Steve was worried about that now too. Eddie seemed to know a lot about this, so Steve took this opportunity to ask some questions. He certainly couldn’t ask Robin.

It was a long conversation, and Eddie never talked to him like he was stupid. He was patient and kind, and was honest if he didn’t know the answer to something. He occasionally reached out to brush some of Steve’s hair out of his face or squeeze his hand if he seemed like he couldn’t figure out how to phrase something, bringing him back to the present and keeping his thoughts in order.

They went over how he could prepare for it next time, but Steve said he probably wouldn’t be getting another tattoo anytime soon.

Eddie said he would prefer that he come to him if he did or at least have someone who could help him through it if he went somewhere else.

“So, before the drop…” Steve stopped. He didn’t know what he wanted to say. Well, he did, but he didn’t know if actually wanted to say it out loud.

Eddie looked at him expectantly, an encouraging smile pointed at Steve in a way he couldn’t resist.

“Before the drop. I really felt…good. Like I was untouchable and nothing bad could happen. Is that always like that? The subspace thing?”

“I’ve never experienced subspace. I mean, I’ve tried a couple times when I first started messing around with people, but it just didn’t happen for me. But I’ve been with plenty of subs when they’re floating and they describe it like that, yeah. Like you can feel everything and nothing at once, but everything is good. It’s a high you can’t even get from drugs. Which is why the crash from it can be so fucking awful.”

It still didn’t make sense how Steve got to this point, how he had ever reached that high from needles pressing into his skin and Eddie being nice to him, and how he’d fallen so far so fast.

But what Eddie said was exactly how he’d felt the night before. He wasn’t really able to put it into words like Eddie had.

“So will I always drop if I end up there again?”

“Not if you’re with the right person and you can figure out limits and what causes it for you. Everyone is different. For you, it seems like pain might do it, but you would have to be in the right mindset to get there no matter what.”

“I wasn’t really in any type of mindset last night.”

“Maybe it didn’t seem like it. But it’s hard to really know when you weren’t expecting it.”

Steve bit his lip. How could he have not known? How did he make it to 27 years old not having a clue?

“Hey.” Eddie’s thumb rubbed against his bottom lip, pulling it away from his teeth. “You didn’t know. It’s normal for a lot of people to never know. If you weren’t into the scene before, how would you know? But now you do. And now you just have to be careful in the future. I don’t want anyone to hurt you.”

Steve was gonna die right here in Eddie’s bed. Who the fuck just says shit like that? His heart skipped a beat like in those stupid romance books Nancy used to read.

How dumb.

“Is pouting your natural state?”

Steve pouted harder, bottom lip pushing out as far as he possibly could just to be ridiculous.

It was worth being and feeling ridiculous to hear Eddie’s laugh.

“Listen, I know I just threw a lot at you and you may have more questions. You’ve got my number on that tattoo care sheet, so make sure you call me or text me if you have any questions, okay? And if you want another tattoo and don’t feel comfortable going somewhere else, I’m happy to do it all over again, hopefully without the drop this time.”

“What if I wanted to float again? Without the tattoo.”

Steve should shut his mouth. He really should shut his fucking mouth.

Eddie searched his face, much like he did the night before. What the hell was he looking for?

He glanced behind Steve for a moment and then back at him.

“I’ve gotta get up and get ready. But we have to have a really big talk before I can agree to that.” Steve felt his own face fall, but Eddie quickly continued. “Not because I don’t want to, sunshine. I think you’re at the part of the post-high feeling where you wanna reach it again right away. That can be really bad for you and for me, okay? But I’m done at 7 tonight. You busy?”

Steve was never busy on the weekends unless Robin was dragging him to a club and he’d be damned if he tried to go to a club instead of being with Eddie.

Which is another thing he probably should start unpacking very soon.

“No. I have work at 7:30 in the morning though.”

“Ah, right. Guidance counselor.” Eddie smirked. “Nothing’s gonna happen tonight except talking. You could also…bring stuff to spend the night here if you want.”

Eddie seemed incredibly nervous to even suggest it, and maybe if it was anyone else, Steve would’ve laughed and ran out the door, never to look back at the batshit insane person trying to have him spend the night within 24 hours of knowing him.

But Steve thought about how well he slept in Eddie’s bed with Eddie last night, and he thought about how his bed was pretty lonely, and how maybe waking up here again would make him feel better about having to exist on Monday.

“Yeah. I could do that.”

Eddie’s answering smile was nothing short of blinding.

“Great! Okay. Let’s head on back to the shop so you can get your car. Is Robin home?”

“Probably. She’s probably waiting to see my name on the news with the headline “Dead Body of Idiot Man Trying To Get First Tattoo Found” and a picture of me from the yearbook.”

Eddie let out a loud laugh.

It was nice.

Usually, Steve got annoyed when people laughed so loudly, but Eddie’s was nice.

Eddie was nice.

“So. 7?”

“Yeah, sunshine.”

— — — — — — — — — —

Eddie didn’t let Steve stray far while they got ready to leave.

Steve would never admit how much he loved it.

During the drive back to the shop, Eddie played music Steve had never heard, and probably never would have if not for him. He didn’t exactly like it, but he didn’t mind it, especially when he watched Eddie sing along with a passion Steve hadn’t really ever felt.

They didn’t need to talk and Steve didn’t feel pressured to try.

He hadn’t felt so comfortable around someone since he first met Robin, and he was holding onto the panic he knew was coming when he was alone.

He was still feeling tired. His emotions had been on a hell of a journey over the last 18 hours, and Eddie had already warned him he probably would be feeling the effects of it all for another day or so.

But Eddie also explained that without the drop, it’s worth it.

He wanted to know what that felt like.

And he wanted to know what it felt like with Eddie.

So when they arrived at the shop and said goodbye, Eddie hugged him tightly, holding him against his chest. Steve wasn’t much shorter than him, but he managed to fold himself into him without being uncomfortable, resting his face against his collarbone and breathing in the scent he was already addicted to.

They separated, but neither seemed ready or willing to.

Did Eddie feel this pull the way Steve did? Was Steve just attaching himself to someone who helped him through his most vulnerable time?

As he walked away, he looked over his shoulder to find Eddie staring after him, keeping eyes on him as he walked to his car. He was frowning.

Maybe he did feel as much as Steve. 

Chapter 4

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[sanguineterrain]

you were made for lovin' me - s.h.

Summary: You and Steve haven't seen each other in a week. He's desperate. Just how you like him.

Word count: 1.1k

Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Warnings: smut!!! 18+ only, minors get outta here. sub!steve, steve harrington has a big dick, riding, hair pulling, brief mention of breeding kink, no condoms (don't do that lol), tiny bit of oral sex (f receiving). this is just my bottom steve agenda.

Notes: um hey. idk where this came from. i hardly ever write smut, so pls be nice. hope y'all enjoy <3

Steve is already squirmy, fingers digging into the couch cushion. You sink down, inch by tortuous inch, sighing when you're fully seated. His abs tense; he’s already teary-eyed.

"God, you're big, baby. Built for this, aren’t you? Love feeling you in my guts."

Steve twitches and whines. You grin. 

"Oh, I know. Poor baby. Didn't cum all week. Did you touch yourself? Couldn't help but fuck your fist on your own?" 

"No, n-no," Steve gasps, face turning pink because you won't move. "I didn't, I swear."

"No? Are you sure?" You drag yourself up a little and Steve's knuckles turn white. Then you sink back down, plumes of heat jolting up your spine. 

"C-couldn’t!” he chokes, thighs squeezing. “I was good."

"Hm.” You consider him. "Guess you're right. You're so sensitive, sweetie. You wanna cum inside me? Watch it drip out? You always cum so much when you go a few days without."

"Can't help it," Steve grunts, looking up at you with big eyes when you curl your arms around his neck. “Don’t mean to, ‘s just—”

"I know, baby. My sweet boy gets a little dumb when he gets his dick wet, don't you? Are you pussy drunk already? I've barely touched you."

"Y/N, please—lemme touch you, just your hips—"

"Of course you can touch me, baby. You're gonna fuck me."

Steve perks up eagerly. "I am?" 

"Mmhm. Go on, sweetie. Know you wanna move."

Steve puts his arms around your waist, watching your face for guidance. You pet his hair, lifting his chin into a kiss as he starts to move. Steve drives his hips up into you, gasping into your mouth. 

“Ah-ah,” you tut when he grabs handfuls of your thighs. “Slow.” 

“Baby, baby, please—”

“Shh,” you soothe, threading your fingers through his hair and tugging. “Easy. C’mon, handsome. You’re my good boy, right? Don’t need to think about anything except stuffing this pussy. Sure you’ll fit?”

Steve turns crimson, gasping in pleasure and embarrassment. He tries to bury his face in your breast but you won’t let him, your grip tightening in his hair. He’s forced to look at you, mouth open.

“Is Steve Harrington shy? There’s really no use denying it, baby. I know all the blood rushes from your brain to fill out your fat cock. That’s all y’wanna do, right? Fuck some babies into me?”

Steve’s hips buck. You lean down to bite the tender flesh of his throat. He whines louder and you take pity. He’s so sweet under you. 

“Y’wanna fuck me?” you ask against his skin.

“Yeah, yes, yeah–yeah, please,” he gulps feverishly. “Can I? Wanna fuck you so bad, baby. Hurts, it hurts.”

Steve’s chest heaves. Drops of sweat slip down his throat and pool. You tug his hair firmly. His eyes are half-lidded. You kiss him again. He paws desperately at your hips, squeezing to the point of bruises.

"I don't think you want it bad enough," you say, cupping Steve's cheeks. 

He's already spacey. You feel him twitch inside of you when you drag your thumb over his lips. He loves being touched. And now, after going through withdrawal, Steve can't discern between touches. He'll take anything, do anything, just to sink into your heat. 

"I do!" Steve begs. "I want you so bad. I—" He swallows hard, Adam's apple bobbing. "Please, love, sweetheart, you feel so good. So beautiful. Wanna make you feel good, please, please."

He kisses up your sternum, whimpering all the while. You brush through his hair while he's glued to your chest. His fingers curl around your sides like he can't get enough of your softness. 

"Please, please?" Steve tends to lose his words when he's in this deep. 

“Okay,” you hush, grunting when Steve bumps that spot purely by accident. “Okay, sweetie. Go on.”

As soon as you give the green light, Steve’s on you like an animal. He smushes you against his body, arms crushing your belly to his. He braces his feet on the floor and thrusts. Once, twice, and then he’s pounding into you. Sometimes his strength startles you. Steve’s a little cheeky and usually holds his composure. But then there are these weeks when you haven't seen each other in days. Then, Steve is starved. 

"Don't wanna cum yet," he whines high into your skin, but his hips don’t slow. "Gotta make you f-feel good."

"That's okay, pretty," you coo, holding yourself on Steve's shoulders with how hard he's fucking you. "Just—mmnh—take what you need."

Steve shakes his head, body tight. He's trying to hold himself back. You lift his chin with one finger. His cheeks are blotchy, eyes shiny with unshed tears. 

"There's no way you'll last, baby," you tell him very gently. "You can’t do anything except dump all that cum. ‘S okay.”

Steve shakes his head again, so determined. His eyes squeeze shut. You pinch his cheeks hard so he looks at you. 

"Eyes on me," you tut. "I thought you were gonna be good. Don't you wanna fill me up, big guy? You held it all week. Gotta put it somewhere, don't you?"

"But–but you should cum," he whines, thrusts getting sloppy. "You should feel good—"

"Sweetie, don't worry 'bout me," you chuckle. "I know this won't satisfy you. You'll have to eat me out a couple times before you can think. You're all stupid for pussy." 

Steve moans, high and sweet. You nip his bottom lip, petting his neck. 

"There you go," you purr as he seizes up. "Don't hold back."

Steve cums a lot. It's hot, dribbling down your thighs and quickly cooling as it hits his legs. You gasp, your cunt making a wet sound as you shift. 

"Look at that," you say in awe. "You came so much, baby. Feel better?" 

Steve whines, panting into your shoulder. You grin. You'd known it was coming, that Steve wouldn't be satisfied with just this. 

"Wha's a'matter?" you coo. "You got to fuck me. You don't want more, do you?" 

You squeeze him experimentally, his cock softening. Steve shoots up from the couch with a shout, releasing a small spurt of cum. 

"N-no," he gasps. "Please. Baby, please. Can't—can't go right now."

"That's a shame," you sigh, twirling a lock of his hair around your finger. "I really wanted you to make me squirt, Steve."

"I can," he insists, and pulls out with a hiss. "I can do it. Wanna make you cum."

He eagerly moves you to the other side of the couch. You get comfortable on your back, legs spread languidly. Steve's eyes glaze over at the sight of his cum on your thighs. You snort. 

"What'd I say, baby?" You smile with all your teeth. "Pussy drunk."

He crawls to you, big eyes pleading. 

"Can I? Wanna taste you so bad. ‘S all I thought about." 

You bite your lip and pretend to think about it. Your heel digs into Steve's spine and he goes down with barely a push. His nose nudges your clit. Steve grabs both legs and puts them around his head. 

"Go on," you purr, feeling Steve's fingers flex impatiently around your calves. "Clean up your mess."

[l1tw1ck]

Staring

sub!bottom!ftm Steve x dom!top!masc reader

☆ Word Count: 1,610 ☆

↳ [REQUEST] | AFAB Language Used

i think this is my 100th request 😭

CW: Locker Room Sex, Teasing, Oral, Praise Kink, Fingering, Daddy Kink, Squirting, Cum Swallowing, accidentally dialogue heavy

Once again, your teammate is checking you out. He’s been looking at you weirdly for weeks now and you're convinced he has a crush on you. It started with random glances and turned into full on stares.

He always thought you were attractive and he found himself looking at you in every class you share and at every practice. And each time he felt more and more drawn to you. It started off innocent, all he wanted was to hold hands and kiss. But then he started thinking about you in ways that aren't so family friendly. You’re confident and dominant on the court, he wonders if you're the same in bed. He feels bad but he's been masturbating to you. He does things he’d never thought he’d do. He feels perverted doing it but he often buys popsicles and practices sucking you off. He even managed to buy a dildo but he was too scared to use it so he just rubs his cunt against the plastic shaft. He settled with fantasies but he realized that wasn't enough.

“Staring again? Am I that good looking?” You chuckle. Steve’s eyes widen, a blush spreading across his cheeks. He stutters for a bit before you stop him. “I’m just kidding, Steve.” You smile sweetly.

“Ri- right-” He quickly turns around and rushes to the bathroom to wash his face and cool down.

It happens again the next day, this time he was being very obvious with his arousal. He was on the bench for ‘health reasons’ (he just wanted to watch you) and you noticed him squeezing his legs together and giving you bedroom eyes.

“Am I the only one who gets the ‘Steve Harrington Death Stare’?” You chuckled. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

Steve’s entire face burned red. “Um-”

“You don't have to explain right now. I think I understand.” You winked at him. “But I’d like to hear it from you eventually.”

Hope filled his heart. If he confesses, will you say yes?

He takes a while to build up the courage to confess but he finally does. And now here’s Steve, standing in front of you in the empty locker room while fiddling with his thumbs. You wait patiently for him to speak rather than rushing him, he appreciates it.

“Whenever you…you tease me, I feel so...so..”

“Horny?” You smirk, remembering how turned on he looked sitting on the bench.

His ears tinge red. He wasn't going to say that, but you're far from wrong. “Yeah...and I just wanna…I want you to tease me and- and praise me, and make me do whatever you want me to...” He trails off, eyes widening as he realizes what he’s saying. “I get it if you- if you’re uncomfortable! You can just pretend this never happened!”

“Whatever I want, huh?” You smirk. “Kneel.”

His eyes are blown wide as he falls to his knees. He looks to you for approval before pulling down your shorts and boxers, your half hard cock slapping him in the face. He takes it in his hand and drags his tongue along your shaft, mimicking the girls in the porno DVDs he borrowed at Family Video. He watches as you grow to full size, the sight causes a throbbing sensation in his pants. He imagined you being big but this is a whole different story.

“Put it in your mouth, sweetheart.” You urge. Steve does as you ask, opening his mouth and taking the tip of your cock in his mouth. He looks up at you as he tries to swallow you whole, stopping halfway. He knows his limits. He sucks you off for at least a minute, trying his very best to please you, before pulling away and looking at you with a sweet expression.

“Am I doing okay..?” He asks softly. It's his first time doing anything with another guy, he wants to make sure he’s doing it right. Plus, he wants to hear you praise him.

“You’re doing so good for me, baby..” You wrap your fingers in his hair, guiding him back onto your length. Steve closes his eyes and starts to ‘properly’ suck you off. “Look at me.”

His eyes flutter open, his gaze focusing on you. He moves his mouth up and down your shaft while keeping eye contact the whole time.

“What a sight..” You sigh. “You look so pretty like this, Steve. Wish I had a camera.”

Steve moans and picks up the pace, encouraged to do more. He brings his hand inside his shorts and presses two fingers against his clit. He rubs it in circles and moans, bobbing his head up and down vigorously.

“Look at you, getting turned on from sucking my cock..” You murmur, gently pulling him off of you. “How about I take care of that?”

Steve shakes his head lightly. “I like…I like making you feel good..”

You never thought of Steve as the type to prefer pleasing rather than being pleased but now that you've been made aware of it, it makes sense. You've heard rumors that his parents are never home, the reason why he has so many parties, it's clear that he needs someone to give him the praise he never received.

“You know how you can make me feel even better? Get over there and bend over.” You point to the wall of lockers.

Steve quickly does as you asked, jutting his ass out and looking back at you. You walk up behind him and pull his shorts off. His boxers are white, which allows you to see how wet he is. He’s soaked just from sucking you off. You pull them off, revealing his pretty pussy. You slowly slide one finger inside him and then another.

“How often do you touch yourself, Steve?” You ask, your chest resting on his back.

He turns more red than he already is. “Everyday..” He whispers.

“Really? What do you think about?” You start fingering him.

“You, [Name].” He admits.

“Of course.” You chuckle. “Do you use toys? Or just your fingers?”

“I…I..” He’s too embarrassed to tell you the truth.

“Come on, tell me.” You angle your fingers to his pleasure spot, making him whine.

“I finger myself but sometimes- fuck-” His face is a bright red. “I use a dildo..”

“So you've already taken something inside you?”

He shakes his head. “I rub…”

“You rub your pussy against the toy?” You ask and he nods. “Fuck…I need to see that.”

Steve moans. “You can watch–”

“Yeah? God, I bet you’d look so fucking hot doing it..” You pull your fingers out. “I’m gonna put it in.”

He gulps and prepares himself for your entrance. As you ease yourself inside him, he shuts his eyes and leans his head back. You're filling him up so well. “Mm- Daddy~” He moans out mindlessly.

“Does it feel good, baby?”

“Yes- fuck- you're so big-” He grins, loving how you stretch him out.

“You feel good too–” You groan in his ear, causing him to shiver. “Can I move?”

He nods.

You grip his hips and start fucking into him at a gentle pace. You don't want to hurt him.

“Mm- go faster, if you want~” He already feels like he's on cloud 9 but he has a feeling that you're holding back. “Wanna make you feel good, Daddy~”

“Don’t say that, I won’t be able to hold back.”

“‘M yours, Daddy, use me.”

You dig your nails into his skin and thrust into him roughly, practically rearranging his insides. Steve lets out loud, slutty moans without an ounce of shame. It feels too good for him to care about his surroundings. “Do you want everyone in the school to hear you? You want someone to come in and find you like this?”

He giggles, the thought of someone finding him getting pounded by you only makes him more excited. “Yes~!”

“Yes?” You laugh. “I didn’t know you were a whore, Harrington.”

“I’m your whore~!” He exclaims.

You somehow fuck him even harder and rougher than before, riled up by his words. You ram into his cunt relentlessly, enamored by the plushness of his wet pussy and the sluttiness of his words. Steve bites his lip as tears start to stream down his cheeks. He feels so fucking good, it's like electricity's running through him.

“Daddy–” He whines. “‘M gonna come-”

“Before me? How selfish.” You tease him.

Steve blabbers out an apology, crying harder.

“I'm kidding, sweetheart.” You bring your hand down to his clit, rubbing it in circles. Steve’s legs shake as you pull him into an orgasm, eyes rolling back as he squirts all over the floor and lockers. You help him through his orgasm before pulling out. You help him onto his knees and stroke yourself over his face. He sticks out his tongue and waits for you to come. It doesn't take long before you’re spurting thick ropes of cum all over his face and tongue.

“You did so well for me, Steve..” You murmur, helping him stand up. “Such a good boy for me.” You bring him to the showers.

bonus:

Steve rubs his sopping wet pussy along his pink dildo, pulling on his nipples and whimpering like a puppy while you watch him. His eyes are trained on your lower half as he watches you get off to him. Everything feels good, his pussy, his nipples, your gaze…but now that he's gotten a taste of it, he just wants your cock now. He wants to be good for you though, so he'll keep going as long as you want.

[nymime]

I been looking some pics of Dita Von Teese, And holy shit, my mind just say Steve Harrington or Stevie Harrington, specially the ones in lingerie…. and corsets too.

pics: here