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the best fanfiction you've ever read was written by a woman in her 40s before she made dinner for her kids. it was written by a teenager after school when they should've been studying for a history test. and a barista came up with the idea while they cleaned the espresso machine and busser fact-checked it on their break and the post-doc edited between writing grant proposals and the nurse apologized for typos in the notes after a long shift and behind every drabble and one-shot and multi-chapter fic there is a person with a wonderful and interesting and chaotic life and it is such a privilege that we get to be apart of it because they decided to do this thing we all share, for fun.
the best fanfiction you've ever read was written by a woman in her 40s before she made dinner for her kids. it was written by a teenager after school when they should've been studying for a history test. and a barista came up with the idea while they cleaned the espresso machine and busser fact-checked it on their break and the post-doc edited between writing grant proposals and the nurse apologized for typos in the notes after a long shift and behind every drabble and one-shot and multi-chapter fic there is a person with a wonderful and interesting and chaotic life and it is such a privilege that we get to be apart of it because they decided to do this thing we all share, for fun.
Steves reaction to this doesnt get enough credit. I still love that all through season 4 people are giving him shit for not asking her out and he sees that Nancy might be jealous of his relationship Robin but never once does he betray her trust about her secret.
He doesnt even do the "I'll tell you but you can't tell ANYONE else." Thing with Dustin.
Thats another gripe I have with season 5. Their realtionship was so special and we didnt get enough glimpses of that. I feel like the Duffers were like "We'll put Joe and Maya side by side in scenes. That will be enough im sure."
Watching Send Help. First off, Sam Rami and or Dylan O'Brien knew what they were doing when he moaned words like "Fuck" and "Oooh mama" while eating.
Second, they tried so hard to make Rachel McAdams unappealing and unattractive but im sorry you failed the moment you cast her lol its Rachel McAdams! Shes gorgeous and adorable and i can protect her i swear!
Watching Send Help. First off, Sam Rami and or Dylan O'Brien knew what they were doing when he moaned words like "Fuck" and "Oooh mama" while eating.
Second, they tried so hard to make Rachel McAdams unappealing and unattractive but im sorry you failed the moment you cast her lol its Rachel McAdams! Shes gorgeous and adorable and i can protect her i swear!
A/N: Accidentally deleted the ask, but someone sent me something that mentioned sometimes normal things that don't trigger them in bed sometimes do on a bad day and how hard it was to explain to a partner because then they would never do said thing again which isn't what they want. They asked for the boys understanding this and being caring when the safe word is uttered.
I get this especially as someone with PTSD. Some days totally fine and then some days I don't want to be spanked because of a memory. Doesn't mean I want it gone forever.
Anyway enjoy <3 Always a fan of Steddie loving me/you through the mental illness.
Warnings: Daddy Steve/Sir Eddie & Fem Y/N, Light Smut, reader is restrained and there are brief mentions to over stimulation, light dirty talk, light smacking, safe word used, boys immediately kick into gear with aftercare and a safe vibe. Fluff, they love and respect her and vise versa
Angst, reader does get triggered (brief mentions of child abuse; being yelled at and demeaned by someone bigger than you) and calls word, mentions of previous partners not quite understanding the dom/sub dynamic. I think that's it. Nothing really heavy ya know?
Word Count: 2163
It was always hard to explain your sexual preferences.
Not just because of the taboo but as someone who grew up in a chaotic and abusive household, most of your partners and friends couldn’t fathom why you wanted to be smacked, tied up, and yelled at in bed.
Praise made sense.
Daddy kind of did even though most people didn’t fully grasp the title.
Dirty talk; yeah of course, who doesn’t like those whispers from a sexy, husky tone.
But everything else?
“It’s different. A dom/sub dynamic is about trust, love, and consent. I never had that growing up. Everything was angry and conditional. I know that when I say the safe word, they’ll stop and still love me compared to my parents who hurt me even when I begged them to stop.”
Partners were hard to find because most men in general struggled with the dominate line. You floated between date after date finding yourself extremely uncomfortable especially after you tried to explain your needs.
“So…you want me to like…hurt you and call you a bitch?”
“…No…”
“I mean I can do that…”
The first time you met your current boyfriends, you were out on a bad date at The Hideout. Eddie was on stage playing with his band, constantly smiling down at you as he strummed his guitar while Steve was working as a bartender, beaming wide when he handed you your beverage.
As you were sneaking away from the awful person at your table, the metalhead startled you by being at the bottom of the window you were sneaking out of, making you giggle when he offered to catch you and you obliged. The two of you talked in his van until Steve got off work and they both offered to take you to a late-night dinner.
From that moment on, you were theirs and vice versa. Eddie made you laugh like no one had before and you loved how passionate he was when it came to anything he enjoyed especially D&D. When he explained things to you, he never made you feel dumb like your family did. He never once belittled you if he had to go into detail or explain something again because you didn’t understand.
Steve had one of the biggest hearts you had ever experienced, always surprising you with gifts of things you didn’t even think he noticed you mentioned or being protective over not just you but the younger kids in the town. You loved watching him lightly tease his friend Dustin but then shift into a curious soft dork when he would tell the older boy about some Star Wars memorabilia that was coming out. Steve never made you feel unheard or unseen, noticing small things you did around the apartment or styling your hair differently. If you were upset about something, he stopped what he was doing and sat beside you to give you his full attention.
When you three started becoming more intimate, you picked up immediately that they knew what they were doing within a dominate realm. When trying something new they moved slowly gauging your reactions and incorporated them going forward.
They learned your body to a T, down to your facial twitches when you dropped into that particular headspace.
They were the first men you had ever gotten far enough with to having the other awkward conversation when it came to sex but what surprised you the most is THEY brought it up first.
“So, sweetheart, when it comes to your PTSD, I know we have like safe words and things you told us not to do but sometimes things that trigger you out here don’t trigger you in there.”, Eddie states as he gestures from the living room to the bedroom.
“We just want you to know that if we say or do anything that doesn’t normally trigger you but just so happens to while we’re playing, you can say the word and we’ll stop.”, Steve adds.
“Like during punishments sometimes we raise our voice and I know occasionally when we go out to like the movies or something depending on what’s happening a raised voice triggers you. We understand that yelling can make you nervous but it doesn’t always. Am I making sense? Help me out, Stevie.”
You giggle as the former jock shakes his head playfully before taking your hands in his.
“I think what he’s trying to say is some of the normal things we do in bed may still trigger you on off days. Say the word and Daddy and Sir will stop. Next time we play, that normal thing will go on as normal unless you say otherwise and want to remove it entirely.”
“I understand. No matter what just always be vocal.”
“You got it, babe.”, Eddie grins as he leans over to kiss you.
You explained to them how your previous partners didn’t get that. You would call a safe word after being smacked after a bad day and being triggered but the next few times you were intimate, they never smacked you again. You didn’t want it to stop entirely…just…that day you couldn’t handle it…
You always felt like a burden in some way in past relationships because of your brain and when you told them that they growled.
“You’re not a burden. What you went through and how it affects you isn’t your fault. Ugh…I hate men.”, the metalhead grunts in annoyance, smirking when he hears you laugh.
Tonight was a good night and nothing in particular felt off.
They had made dinner and bought you gifts just because they saw something that made them think of you. You danced with Steve to the music on the radio and pressed your face into Eddie’s chest as the little girl headspace began to move forward causing him to kiss your forehead to remind you that you were safe.
After restraining your arms via rope to the hook attached to the closet, they worked together to make you feel good. You came more times than you could keep track and both men chuckled as you heavily panted.
“Look at her, man.”, Steve teased as he gestured your way with the vibrating wand in his hand. “Just a messy thing.”
“Yeah, she is. You’re dripping all over the floor, sweetheart.”
“Please…”, you beg.
“Oh? Please, what? What do you need, honey?”
When you don’t answer, Eddie strides towards you and lightly hits your cheek before gripping your jaw between his fingers.
“Daddy asked you a fucking question, you answer.”
Your eyes shifted into the void as the ropes around your wrists dug a bit too harshly into your flesh and for a brief moment it wasn’t the material holding you but your mother’s firm hand yanking you into your room. You weren’t an adult in your bedroom with the men you loved but a child in your home growing up.
You felt all control leave your body as you coward in front of this large, loud person screaming about how you weren’t enough. Well, you tried to cower but you couldn’t get your arms down…she was holding you too tightly. You couldn’t breathe…couldn’t escape…
Another light but firm hit to your face brought you back to the moment but…why couldn’t you move? Why couldn’t you run?... Why couldn’t… you…breathe?
“Honey?”
“R-Re-Red…red…RED!”
They both kicked into action as your wrists pulled desperate for freedom.
“Steve, I can’t undo this…she’s pulling them too tightly…Fuck this. Hang on, baby!”, Eddie reassured as he ran to the bedside table and grabbed his knife before pushing his friend in front of you. “Ok, sweetheart, three, two, there we go.”
At his word, your body tumbled forward into Steve’s arms as he wrapped them around you. You tried to push at his bare chest but he was too strong.
“Ok, and, one, two, three.”, the metalhead counted, blindsiding you with one of his shirts.
They allowed you mobility to turn around, pressing your back into the other boy as he guided you both to the floor.
“It’s ok, baby, you’re ok. We’re right here.”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m—”
“Shhhh…you’re safe, pretty girl. You’re here with me and Eddie and we love you so much.”
Steve felt you tilt to your side and they both followed you to lay on the hardwood utilizing his arm as a pillow while Eddie gently pet your head.
“Good girl. That’s our good girl. So beautiful.”
After thirty minutes of tender kisses and soft words, your glassy eyes met his chocolate ones making him smile.
“There she is. We lost you there for a moment.”
“My mom?”, you asked with a hoarseness that broke their hearts.
“Not here, sweetheart, and never will be.”, he murmured, utilizing his thumb to dry your eyes. “Everything’s ok. Whenever you’re ready, we’re going to sit up and drink some water ok?”
“Ok, Eddie.”, you whimper, piercing his heart with your little voice. “I’m…I’m ready.”
Strong arms looped themselves around you as Steve carefully lifted you to a sitting position on his lap with your back against his chest, kissing your cheek as you lean your head against his shoulder.
“Alright, baby girl, just open your mouth.”, the metalhead instructed, placing the bottle to your lips while continuing to praise you as the liquid cooled your throat.
“Thank you, Eddie.”
“Of course, baby.”, he whispered.
“Do you want to take a warm bath or just sit for a bit?”
“I just want to sit, Stevie, thank you.”
Smirking, the former jock squeezed you tighter to him, pressing his face into the nook near the bottom of your neck making you giggle.
The three of you sit there in a comfortable silence, both men caressing different parts of your skin as you slowly inhale and exhale.
“I’m sorry.”, you say a bit abruptly, grabbing their attention. “I-I don’t know what happened. I just—”
“Shhhhh, sweetheart, it’s ok. You did nothing wrong.”, Eddie soothes, intertwining his fingers with yours. “This is why we plan and prepare.”
“Y-Y-You…you…”
“You what, honey?”
“You didn’t get to…” You pause, gesturing towards the long-haired boys lap, the bulges in their boxers having long since decreased in size.
“Baby.”, Steve murmurs softly, gripping your chin between his fingers and turning your head to meet his admiration filled gaze. “Literally the last thing on our minds right now. All that matters to us is that you feel safe.”
“I know, I just…I know it’s complicated and confusing because my brain is complicated and confusing and—”
Eddie’s ringed finger on your lips interrupts your rambling and he smiles when you exhale, releasing your thought.
“Did you know the first time I tried this dynamic I had a bit of a panic attack after slapping the girl in bed?” Your eyes widen as you shake your head, waiting for him to continue. “Oh yeah. Slapping and like choking is something I’ve been into since high school but the first time I tried it, I was so scared she saw me like my father.”
You blink at the notion, know he’s nothing like his douchebag father and squirm out of the other boy’s lap to climb into his, nuzzling into him as he holds you, tickling you a bit with his loose strands of hair.
“I stopped doing it for a while especially since I could never find a partner to explain it to where it made sense. Then I explained it to Steve and he just knew.”
“I’ve struggled sometimes with the dirty talk.”, he explains. “I like the humiliation dialogue but sometimes I got scared I sounded like my father. One day I decided, I just needed to be clear and feel safe with someone to be clear with. Munson was one of those people. That’s why we started doing the shared partner thing.”
“Then we met you.”, Eddie beams, grinning when you blush. “Things aren’t always black and white, Y/N especially when it comes to our brains. All that matters, like Harrington said, is that we talk, we’re clear, and we feel safe; you, me, and him. Does that make sense?”
Wrapping your arms around his neck, you kiss his cheek with a loud, obnoxious smack.
“Yes, Sir. I love you so much.”
“I love you to, weirdo.”
“Eddie.”, Steve lightly chastises, chuckling as you gently tackle him onto his back to kiss him as well. “Fuck, dude, I think those ropes were a bit too tight. Look.”
As he displays one of your wrists, the metalhead’s eyes narrow in concern.
“Definitely. Next time we go to that store let’s look for something that won’t dig in like that. Let me grab one of the ice packs in the fridge.”
While waiting for him to return, you smile down at his gorgeous features as he places one of his arms behind his head while looking up at you with nothing but admiration.
A/N: Accidentally deleted the ask, but someone sent me something that mentioned sometimes normal things that don't trigger them in bed sometimes do on a bad day and how hard it was to explain to a partner because then they would never do said thing again which isn't what they want. They asked for the boys understanding this and being caring when the safe word is uttered.
I get this especially as someone with PTSD. Some days totally fine and then some days I don't want to be spanked because of a memory. Doesn't mean I want it gone forever.
Anyway enjoy <3 Always a fan of Steddie loving me/you through the mental illness.
Warnings: Daddy Steve/Sir Eddie & Fem Y/N, Light Smut, reader is restrained and there are brief mentions to over stimulation, light dirty talk, light smacking, safe word used, boys immediately kick into gear with aftercare and a safe vibe. Fluff, they love and respect her and vise versa
Angst, reader does get triggered (brief mentions of child abuse; being yelled at and demeaned by someone bigger than you) and calls word, mentions of previous partners not quite understanding the dom/sub dynamic. I think that's it. Nothing really heavy ya know?
Word Count: 2163
It was always hard to explain your sexual preferences.
Not just because of the taboo but as someone who grew up in a chaotic and abusive household, most of your partners and friends couldn’t fathom why you wanted to be smacked, tied up, and yelled at in bed.
Praise made sense.
Daddy kind of did even though most people didn’t fully grasp the title.
Dirty talk; yeah of course, who doesn’t like those whispers from a sexy, husky tone.
But everything else?
“It’s different. A dom/sub dynamic is about trust, love, and consent. I never had that growing up. Everything was angry and conditional. I know that when I say the safe word, they’ll stop and still love me compared to my parents who hurt me even when I begged them to stop.”
Partners were hard to find because most men in general struggled with the dominate line. You floated between date after date finding yourself extremely uncomfortable especially after you tried to explain your needs.
“So…you want me to like…hurt you and call you a bitch?”
“…No…”
“I mean I can do that…”
The first time you met your current boyfriends, you were out on a bad date at The Hideout. Eddie was on stage playing with his band, constantly smiling down at you as he strummed his guitar while Steve was working as a bartender, beaming wide when he handed you your beverage.
As you were sneaking away from the awful person at your table, the metalhead startled you by being at the bottom of the window you were sneaking out of, making you giggle when he offered to catch you and you obliged. The two of you talked in his van until Steve got off work and they both offered to take you to a late-night dinner.
From that moment on, you were theirs and vice versa. Eddie made you laugh like no one had before and you loved how passionate he was when it came to anything he enjoyed especially D&D. When he explained things to you, he never made you feel dumb like your family did. He never once belittled you if he had to go into detail or explain something again because you didn’t understand.
Steve had one of the biggest hearts you had ever experienced, always surprising you with gifts of things you didn’t even think he noticed you mentioned or being protective over not just you but the younger kids in the town. You loved watching him lightly tease his friend Dustin but then shift into a curious soft dork when he would tell the older boy about some Star Wars memorabilia that was coming out. Steve never made you feel unheard or unseen, noticing small things you did around the apartment or styling your hair differently. If you were upset about something, he stopped what he was doing and sat beside you to give you his full attention.
When you three started becoming more intimate, you picked up immediately that they knew what they were doing within a dominate realm. When trying something new they moved slowly gauging your reactions and incorporated them going forward.
They learned your body to a T, down to your facial twitches when you dropped into that particular headspace.
They were the first men you had ever gotten far enough with to having the other awkward conversation when it came to sex but what surprised you the most is THEY brought it up first.
“So, sweetheart, when it comes to your PTSD, I know we have like safe words and things you told us not to do but sometimes things that trigger you out here don’t trigger you in there.”, Eddie states as he gestures from the living room to the bedroom.
“We just want you to know that if we say or do anything that doesn’t normally trigger you but just so happens to while we’re playing, you can say the word and we’ll stop.”, Steve adds.
“Like during punishments sometimes we raise our voice and I know occasionally when we go out to like the movies or something depending on what’s happening a raised voice triggers you. We understand that yelling can make you nervous but it doesn’t always. Am I making sense? Help me out, Stevie.”
You giggle as the former jock shakes his head playfully before taking your hands in his.
“I think what he’s trying to say is some of the normal things we do in bed may still trigger you on off days. Say the word and Daddy and Sir will stop. Next time we play, that normal thing will go on as normal unless you say otherwise and want to remove it entirely.”
“I understand. No matter what just always be vocal.”
“You got it, babe.”, Eddie grins as he leans over to kiss you.
You explained to them how your previous partners didn’t get that. You would call a safe word after being smacked after a bad day and being triggered but the next few times you were intimate, they never smacked you again. You didn’t want it to stop entirely…just…that day you couldn’t handle it…
You always felt like a burden in some way in past relationships because of your brain and when you told them that they growled.
“You’re not a burden. What you went through and how it affects you isn’t your fault. Ugh…I hate men.”, the metalhead grunts in annoyance, smirking when he hears you laugh.
Tonight was a good night and nothing in particular felt off.
They had made dinner and bought you gifts just because they saw something that made them think of you. You danced with Steve to the music on the radio and pressed your face into Eddie’s chest as the little girl headspace began to move forward causing him to kiss your forehead to remind you that you were safe.
After restraining your arms via rope to the hook attached to the closet, they worked together to make you feel good. You came more times than you could keep track and both men chuckled as you heavily panted.
“Look at her, man.”, Steve teased as he gestured your way with the vibrating wand in his hand. “Just a messy thing.”
“Yeah, she is. You’re dripping all over the floor, sweetheart.”
“Please…”, you beg.
“Oh? Please, what? What do you need, honey?”
When you don’t answer, Eddie strides towards you and lightly hits your cheek before gripping your jaw between his fingers.
“Daddy asked you a fucking question, you answer.”
Your eyes shifted into the void as the ropes around your wrists dug a bit too harshly into your flesh and for a brief moment it wasn’t the material holding you but your mother’s firm hand yanking you into your room. You weren’t an adult in your bedroom with the men you loved but a child in your home growing up.
You felt all control leave your body as you coward in front of this large, loud person screaming about how you weren’t enough. Well, you tried to cower but you couldn’t get your arms down…she was holding you too tightly. You couldn’t breathe…couldn’t escape…
Another light but firm hit to your face brought you back to the moment but…why couldn’t you move? Why couldn’t you run?... Why couldn’t… you…breathe?
“Honey?”
“R-Re-Red…red…RED!”
They both kicked into action as your wrists pulled desperate for freedom.
“Steve, I can’t undo this…she’s pulling them too tightly…Fuck this. Hang on, baby!”, Eddie reassured as he ran to the bedside table and grabbed his knife before pushing his friend in front of you. “Ok, sweetheart, three, two, there we go.”
At his word, your body tumbled forward into Steve’s arms as he wrapped them around you. You tried to push at his bare chest but he was too strong.
“Ok, and, one, two, three.”, the metalhead counted, blindsiding you with one of his shirts.
They allowed you mobility to turn around, pressing your back into the other boy as he guided you both to the floor.
“It’s ok, baby, you’re ok. We’re right here.”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m—”
“Shhhh…you’re safe, pretty girl. You’re here with me and Eddie and we love you so much.”
Steve felt you tilt to your side and they both followed you to lay on the hardwood utilizing his arm as a pillow while Eddie gently pet your head.
“Good girl. That’s our good girl. So beautiful.”
After thirty minutes of tender kisses and soft words, your glassy eyes met his chocolate ones making him smile.
“There she is. We lost you there for a moment.”
“My mom?”, you asked with a hoarseness that broke their hearts.
“Not here, sweetheart, and never will be.”, he murmured, utilizing his thumb to dry your eyes. “Everything’s ok. Whenever you’re ready, we’re going to sit up and drink some water ok?”
“Ok, Eddie.”, you whimper, piercing his heart with your little voice. “I’m…I’m ready.”
Strong arms looped themselves around you as Steve carefully lifted you to a sitting position on his lap with your back against his chest, kissing your cheek as you lean your head against his shoulder.
“Alright, baby girl, just open your mouth.”, the metalhead instructed, placing the bottle to your lips while continuing to praise you as the liquid cooled your throat.
“Thank you, Eddie.”
“Of course, baby.”, he whispered.
“Do you want to take a warm bath or just sit for a bit?”
“I just want to sit, Stevie, thank you.”
Smirking, the former jock squeezed you tighter to him, pressing his face into the nook near the bottom of your neck making you giggle.
The three of you sit there in a comfortable silence, both men caressing different parts of your skin as you slowly inhale and exhale.
“I’m sorry.”, you say a bit abruptly, grabbing their attention. “I-I don’t know what happened. I just—”
“Shhhhh, sweetheart, it’s ok. You did nothing wrong.”, Eddie soothes, intertwining his fingers with yours. “This is why we plan and prepare.”
“Y-Y-You…you…”
“You what, honey?”
“You didn’t get to…” You pause, gesturing towards the long-haired boys lap, the bulges in their boxers having long since decreased in size.
“Baby.”, Steve murmurs softly, gripping your chin between his fingers and turning your head to meet his admiration filled gaze. “Literally the last thing on our minds right now. All that matters to us is that you feel safe.”
“I know, I just…I know it’s complicated and confusing because my brain is complicated and confusing and—”
Eddie’s ringed finger on your lips interrupts your rambling and he smiles when you exhale, releasing your thought.
“Did you know the first time I tried this dynamic I had a bit of a panic attack after slapping the girl in bed?” Your eyes widen as you shake your head, waiting for him to continue. “Oh yeah. Slapping and like choking is something I’ve been into since high school but the first time I tried it, I was so scared she saw me like my father.”
You blink at the notion, know he’s nothing like his douchebag father and squirm out of the other boy’s lap to climb into his, nuzzling into him as he holds you, tickling you a bit with his loose strands of hair.
“I stopped doing it for a while especially since I could never find a partner to explain it to where it made sense. Then I explained it to Steve and he just knew.”
“I’ve struggled sometimes with the dirty talk.”, he explains. “I like the humiliation dialogue but sometimes I got scared I sounded like my father. One day I decided, I just needed to be clear and feel safe with someone to be clear with. Munson was one of those people. That’s why we started doing the shared partner thing.”
“Then we met you.”, Eddie beams, grinning when you blush. “Things aren’t always black and white, Y/N especially when it comes to our brains. All that matters, like Harrington said, is that we talk, we’re clear, and we feel safe; you, me, and him. Does that make sense?”
Wrapping your arms around his neck, you kiss his cheek with a loud, obnoxious smack.
“Yes, Sir. I love you so much.”
“I love you to, weirdo.”
“Eddie.”, Steve lightly chastises, chuckling as you gently tackle him onto his back to kiss him as well. “Fuck, dude, I think those ropes were a bit too tight. Look.”
As he displays one of your wrists, the metalhead’s eyes narrow in concern.
“Definitely. Next time we go to that store let’s look for something that won’t dig in like that. Let me grab one of the ice packs in the fridge.”
While waiting for him to return, you smile down at his gorgeous features as he places one of his arms behind his head while looking up at you with nothing but admiration.
A/N: Accidentally deleted the ask, but someone sent me something that mentioned sometimes normal things that don't trigger them in bed sometimes do on a bad day and how hard it was to explain to a partner because then they would never do said thing again which isn't what they want. They asked for the boys understanding this and being caring when the safe word is uttered.
I get this especially as someone with PTSD. Some days totally fine and then some days I don't want to be spanked because of a memory. Doesn't mean I want it gone forever.
Anyway enjoy <3 Always a fan of Steddie loving me/you through the mental illness.
Warnings: Daddy Steve/Sir Eddie & Fem Y/N, Light Smut, reader is restrained and there are brief mentions to over stimulation, light dirty talk, light smacking, safe word used, boys immediately kick into gear with aftercare and a safe vibe. Fluff, they love and respect her and vise versa
Angst, reader does get triggered (brief mentions of child abuse; being yelled at and demeaned by someone bigger than you) and calls word, mentions of previous partners not quite understanding the dom/sub dynamic. I think that's it. Nothing really heavy ya know?
Word Count: 2163
It was always hard to explain your sexual preferences.
Not just because of the taboo but as someone who grew up in a chaotic and abusive household, most of your partners and friends couldn’t fathom why you wanted to be smacked, tied up, and yelled at in bed.
Praise made sense.
Daddy kind of did even though most people didn’t fully grasp the title.
Dirty talk; yeah of course, who doesn’t like those whispers from a sexy, husky tone.
But everything else?
“It’s different. A dom/sub dynamic is about trust, love, and consent. I never had that growing up. Everything was angry and conditional. I know that when I say the safe word, they’ll stop and still love me compared to my parents who hurt me even when I begged them to stop.”
Partners were hard to find because most men in general struggled with the dominate line. You floated between date after date finding yourself extremely uncomfortable especially after you tried to explain your needs.
“So…you want me to like…hurt you and call you a bitch?”
“…No…”
“I mean I can do that…”
The first time you met your current boyfriends, you were out on a bad date at The Hideout. Eddie was on stage playing with his band, constantly smiling down at you as he strummed his guitar while Steve was working as a bartender, beaming wide when he handed you your beverage.
As you were sneaking away from the awful person at your table, the metalhead startled you by being at the bottom of the window you were sneaking out of, making you giggle when he offered to catch you and you obliged. The two of you talked in his van until Steve got off work and they both offered to take you to a late-night dinner.
From that moment on, you were theirs and vice versa. Eddie made you laugh like no one had before and you loved how passionate he was when it came to anything he enjoyed especially D&D. When he explained things to you, he never made you feel dumb like your family did. He never once belittled you if he had to go into detail or explain something again because you didn’t understand.
Steve had one of the biggest hearts you had ever experienced, always surprising you with gifts of things you didn’t even think he noticed you mentioned or being protective over not just you but the younger kids in the town. You loved watching him lightly tease his friend Dustin but then shift into a curious soft dork when he would tell the older boy about some Star Wars memorabilia that was coming out. Steve never made you feel unheard or unseen, noticing small things you did around the apartment or styling your hair differently. If you were upset about something, he stopped what he was doing and sat beside you to give you his full attention.
When you three started becoming more intimate, you picked up immediately that they knew what they were doing within a dominate realm. When trying something new they moved slowly gauging your reactions and incorporated them going forward.
They learned your body to a T, down to your facial twitches when you dropped into that particular headspace.
They were the first men you had ever gotten far enough with to having the other awkward conversation when it came to sex but what surprised you the most is THEY brought it up first.
“So, sweetheart, when it comes to your PTSD, I know we have like safe words and things you told us not to do but sometimes things that trigger you out here don’t trigger you in there.”, Eddie states as he gestures from the living room to the bedroom.
“We just want you to know that if we say or do anything that doesn’t normally trigger you but just so happens to while we’re playing, you can say the word and we’ll stop.”, Steve adds.
“Like during punishments sometimes we raise our voice and I know occasionally when we go out to like the movies or something depending on what’s happening a raised voice triggers you. We understand that yelling can make you nervous but it doesn’t always. Am I making sense? Help me out, Stevie.”
You giggle as the former jock shakes his head playfully before taking your hands in his.
“I think what he’s trying to say is some of the normal things we do in bed may still trigger you on off days. Say the word and Daddy and Sir will stop. Next time we play, that normal thing will go on as normal unless you say otherwise and want to remove it entirely.”
“I understand. No matter what just always be vocal.”
“You got it, babe.”, Eddie grins as he leans over to kiss you.
You explained to them how your previous partners didn’t get that. You would call a safe word after being smacked after a bad day and being triggered but the next few times you were intimate, they never smacked you again. You didn’t want it to stop entirely…just…that day you couldn’t handle it…
You always felt like a burden in some way in past relationships because of your brain and when you told them that they growled.
“You’re not a burden. What you went through and how it affects you isn’t your fault. Ugh…I hate men.”, the metalhead grunts in annoyance, smirking when he hears you laugh.
Tonight was a good night and nothing in particular felt off.
They had made dinner and bought you gifts just because they saw something that made them think of you. You danced with Steve to the music on the radio and pressed your face into Eddie’s chest as the little girl headspace began to move forward causing him to kiss your forehead to remind you that you were safe.
After restraining your arms via rope to the hook attached to the closet, they worked together to make you feel good. You came more times than you could keep track and both men chuckled as you heavily panted.
“Look at her, man.”, Steve teased as he gestured your way with the vibrating wand in his hand. “Just a messy thing.”
“Yeah, she is. You’re dripping all over the floor, sweetheart.”
“Please…”, you beg.
“Oh? Please, what? What do you need, honey?”
When you don’t answer, Eddie strides towards you and lightly hits your cheek before gripping your jaw between his fingers.
“Daddy asked you a fucking question, you answer.”
Your eyes shifted into the void as the ropes around your wrists dug a bit too harshly into your flesh and for a brief moment it wasn’t the material holding you but your mother’s firm hand yanking you into your room. You weren’t an adult in your bedroom with the men you loved but a child in your home growing up.
You felt all control leave your body as you coward in front of this large, loud person screaming about how you weren’t enough. Well, you tried to cower but you couldn’t get your arms down…she was holding you too tightly. You couldn’t breathe…couldn’t escape…
Another light but firm hit to your face brought you back to the moment but…why couldn’t you move? Why couldn’t you run?... Why couldn’t… you…breathe?
“Honey?”
“R-Re-Red…red…RED!”
They both kicked into action as your wrists pulled desperate for freedom.
“Steve, I can’t undo this…she’s pulling them too tightly…Fuck this. Hang on, baby!”, Eddie reassured as he ran to the bedside table and grabbed his knife before pushing his friend in front of you. “Ok, sweetheart, three, two, there we go.”
At his word, your body tumbled forward into Steve’s arms as he wrapped them around you. You tried to push at his bare chest but he was too strong.
“Ok, and, one, two, three.”, the metalhead counted, blindsiding you with one of his shirts.
They allowed you mobility to turn around, pressing your back into the other boy as he guided you both to the floor.
“It’s ok, baby, you’re ok. We’re right here.”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m—”
“Shhhh…you’re safe, pretty girl. You’re here with me and Eddie and we love you so much.”
Steve felt you tilt to your side and they both followed you to lay on the hardwood utilizing his arm as a pillow while Eddie gently pet your head.
“Good girl. That’s our good girl. So beautiful.”
After thirty minutes of tender kisses and soft words, your glassy eyes met his chocolate ones making him smile.
“There she is. We lost you there for a moment.”
“My mom?”, you asked with a hoarseness that broke their hearts.
“Not here, sweetheart, and never will be.”, he murmured, utilizing his thumb to dry your eyes. “Everything’s ok. Whenever you’re ready, we’re going to sit up and drink some water ok?”
“Ok, Eddie.”, you whimper, piercing his heart with your little voice. “I’m…I’m ready.”
Strong arms looped themselves around you as Steve carefully lifted you to a sitting position on his lap with your back against his chest, kissing your cheek as you lean your head against his shoulder.
“Alright, baby girl, just open your mouth.”, the metalhead instructed, placing the bottle to your lips while continuing to praise you as the liquid cooled your throat.
“Thank you, Eddie.”
“Of course, baby.”, he whispered.
“Do you want to take a warm bath or just sit for a bit?”
“I just want to sit, Stevie, thank you.”
Smirking, the former jock squeezed you tighter to him, pressing his face into the nook near the bottom of your neck making you giggle.
The three of you sit there in a comfortable silence, both men caressing different parts of your skin as you slowly inhale and exhale.
“I’m sorry.”, you say a bit abruptly, grabbing their attention. “I-I don’t know what happened. I just—”
“Shhhhh, sweetheart, it’s ok. You did nothing wrong.”, Eddie soothes, intertwining his fingers with yours. “This is why we plan and prepare.”
“Y-Y-You…you…”
“You what, honey?”
“You didn’t get to…” You pause, gesturing towards the long-haired boys lap, the bulges in their boxers having long since decreased in size.
“Baby.”, Steve murmurs softly, gripping your chin between his fingers and turning your head to meet his admiration filled gaze. “Literally the last thing on our minds right now. All that matters to us is that you feel safe.”
“I know, I just…I know it’s complicated and confusing because my brain is complicated and confusing and—”
Eddie’s ringed finger on your lips interrupts your rambling and he smiles when you exhale, releasing your thought.
“Did you know the first time I tried this dynamic I had a bit of a panic attack after slapping the girl in bed?” Your eyes widen as you shake your head, waiting for him to continue. “Oh yeah. Slapping and like choking is something I’ve been into since high school but the first time I tried it, I was so scared she saw me like my father.”
You blink at the notion, know he’s nothing like his douchebag father and squirm out of the other boy’s lap to climb into his, nuzzling into him as he holds you, tickling you a bit with his loose strands of hair.
“I stopped doing it for a while especially since I could never find a partner to explain it to where it made sense. Then I explained it to Steve and he just knew.”
“I’ve struggled sometimes with the dirty talk.”, he explains. “I like the humiliation dialogue but sometimes I got scared I sounded like my father. One day I decided, I just needed to be clear and feel safe with someone to be clear with. Munson was one of those people. That’s why we started doing the shared partner thing.”
“Then we met you.”, Eddie beams, grinning when you blush. “Things aren’t always black and white, Y/N especially when it comes to our brains. All that matters, like Harrington said, is that we talk, we’re clear, and we feel safe; you, me, and him. Does that make sense?”
Wrapping your arms around his neck, you kiss his cheek with a loud, obnoxious smack.
“Yes, Sir. I love you so much.”
“I love you to, weirdo.”
“Eddie.”, Steve lightly chastises, chuckling as you gently tackle him onto his back to kiss him as well. “Fuck, dude, I think those ropes were a bit too tight. Look.”
As he displays one of your wrists, the metalhead’s eyes narrow in concern.
“Definitely. Next time we go to that store let’s look for something that won’t dig in like that. Let me grab one of the ice packs in the fridge.”
While waiting for him to return, you smile down at his gorgeous features as he places one of his arms behind his head while looking up at you with nothing but admiration.
A collection of fics that i've come across in this beautiful site
ㅤ♡ = fluff
💋ྀིྀི = smut
; (◞‸◟) = angst
contains: Stranger Things, The pitt, Animal Kingdom, Fargo, Free Guy and Off campus
𝕾𝖙𝖊𝖛𝖊 𝕳𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖙𝖔𝖓
; (◞‸◟) Love will tear us apart by @moonchildpdf
College au with a twist, lots of tension.
♡ A virtual romance by @justmeinadaze
based on "a cinderella story" (i love cinderella type adaptations), set on 2000's era.
; (◞‸◟) Heroes by @imani4reading
Put this under Steve Harrington because so far it is mainly him but this an interactive fic so the LI could still happen for other characters. Lots of 4th wall breaks, plot mysteries and twists.
💋ྀིྀི Guilty as sin by @moonstoneandmoonlight
Very smutty roomate plot, 10/10 no notes.
; (◞‸◟) Tell me what you need by @sheisjoeschateau
Very angsty, friends with benefits, secret relationship romance. This story broke my heart just to heal it again.
; (◞‸◟) I see fire by @sheisjoeschateau
Crossover fic that merges the worlds of Stranger things, Hunger games and Purge. A lot of trauma and angst. This honestly is my favorite fic ever.
; (◞‸◟) Off the record by @scoopsahoydjo
College AU with steve as a basketball player and reader as a journalism major student. Steve is a bit of a jerk because of a misunderstanding. Very well written.
; (◞‸◟) Under my thumb by @headoverharrington
Angsty enemies to lovers with forced proximity because it's a cliche for a reason!
; (◞‸◟) The edges of your soul (i haven't seen yet) by @andvys and @hellfire--cult
Apocalipse AU because it's delicious! Grumpy x Sunshine. Reader is the cutest ever. Mentions loss and trauma.
♡ Spider-man!Steve Harrington AU by @swirledyouintoallmypoems
What if spidey steve was your neighbour?
; (◞‸◟) Don't kiss and tell by @harringtonsdiary
College AU, secret casual relationship, heartbreaking at times.
; (◞‸◟) Six little harringtons by @comfortwriting
Cheating, Steve is a jerk and he suffers.
💋ྀིྀི Teach me, Mr. Harrington by @comfortwriting
Student-teacher relationship, age gap, power imbalance. Very delicious. Like vibrator worthy.
; (◞‸◟) All the ways we break by @thelostmagicians
Enemies to lovers (you can tell i have a preference), unrequited love, reader and steve are evil plotters.
💋ྀིྀི For a good time call! by @chestharrington
Smut! Phone sex! Very delicious recommend a cheap bottle of wine and a vibrator paired with this.
💋ྀིྀི Let's hear it for the boy! by @chestharrington
Steve can't get it up and reader.... helps him. Friends to lovers, family video!Steve (drooling)
𝕲𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗 𝕿𝖎𝖑𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖓
💋ྀིྀི House of balloons by ethelcainsdaughter666
yearner gator, not x reader but OC, lots of cheating and criminal activity.
💋ྀིྀི Leather and Lace by @gatorgirlie
Friends to lovers, reader is a girly girl, gator is her protector. Must confess this one of the best gator fics i ever read.
; (◞‸◟) Mercy by @sheisjoeschateau
Coming of age, friends to lovers romance. Baby girl Mercer is lowkey a baddie. Lots of OC'S. Love it with all my heart.
𝖂𝖆𝖑𝖙𝖊𝖗 "𝕶𝖊𝖞𝖘" 𝕸𝖈𝕶𝖊𝖞
♡ Dev in chat?? by @bearwithegg
Cute little story of streamer!reader with keys.
𝕵𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝕬𝖇𝖇𝖔𝖙
Diagnosis: married? by @s-writing-s
accidental marriage fic with slow burn romance. delicious.
💋ྀིྀི Semper fi by @hirukochan
Slow burn romance with lots of trauma and a badass single mother reader.
; (◞‸◟) Palm of his hand by @lukovsnirvana
Very angsty SMAU. This is lowkey heartbreaking be warned.
💋ྀིྀིQuarantined by @itslowkeyatthenightshift
hope y'all like forced proximity, enemies to lovers, mutual pining and sexual tension (i know i do)
𝕬𝖓𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖜 "𝕻𝖔𝖕𝖊" 𝕮𝖔𝖉𝖞
💋ྀིྀི Before we knew better by @longlostx11
A established relationship fic with actual conflict!
𝕵𝖔𝖍𝖓 𝕷𝖔𝖌𝖆𝖓
; (◞‸◟) Falling for ya by @puckingcuckbunny
Reader has a chronic fainting illness and Logan is scared for her, angsty but sweet.
𝕯𝖊𝖓𝖓𝖎𝖘 𝖂𝖍𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖆𝖐𝖊𝖗
♡ Dennis Whittaker x RT!Reader by @sapiensecrets
Dennis being boyfriend material for his girlfriend nicknamed "hotshot"
We ended ours with Simon Pegg casually turning Varaždin into a Shaun of the Dead scene. 🧟♂️🎬
Couldn’t have asked for a better finale to ISFMF 2026.
Beyond being one of the great names of contemporary film, Simon brought something even more valuable to Varaždin — warmth, humour, kindness and genuine connection with everyone around him. ✨
