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Warnings: Older Dom (30s) Coach Steve Harrington/Older Dom (30s) Professor Eddie Munson & Young (20s) Fem Plus size Sub Student Y/N
Individual warnings in each story!
10 years after the earthquake that shook Hawkins, the controversy circling around Eddie died down enough where he could get a job teaching at the local college with his boyfriend (and coach of the football team) Steve.
You chose Mr. Munson's class because you loved his teaching style. Little did you know how much both men would come to show you.
⋆˚꩜｡SUMMARY: you walk in on steve pleasuring himself in the bathroom
⋆˚꩜｡TAGS: no y/n, steve x reader, reader insert, college setting, desperate!steve, nervous!reader
⋆˚꩜｡TW: NSFW 18+ content, minors do not interact!! | male masterbation, voyeurism, hand job, praise, multiple orgasms, a tiny bit of overstim
⋆˚꩜｡WC: 1.8k
⋆˚꩜｡A/N: for my djoups<3 this is based on a dream i had in 2023:) enjoy!!
It was a typical Tuesday night. Nearing around 11pm. You sighed, treading down the hall, back towards where your dorm is. Your slippers lazily scraped across the floor, not being bothered enough to fully pick up your feet with each step. You held your towel in one hand, drying your hair as you walked, humming a quiet tune to yourself. The other hand held your overflowing shower caddy.
You preferred showering late at night. The bathrooms were quiet. You were able to actually take your time, not having to rush through your routine.
As you turned the corner you noticed the door to the men’s bathroom was cracked, a soft warm light shining through. You didn’t think anything of it. As you got closer you could hear faint noises coming from inside. You ignored it, too tired to care. Just as you were about to pass it, the sound of muffled moans stopped you in your tracks.
Keep walking. Keep walking.
Your feet betrayed you and began stepping towards the door before you could stop yourself. Your heart began pounding as the noises grew louder the closer you got. You peeked through and what you saw was enough to make your stomach drop.
There stood your best friend, Steve, planted in front of the bathroom mirror. The room was foggy. The air thick and filled with steam from a hot shower. His hair was dripping wet, causing beads of water to fall down to his bare skin and onto the floor.
Your eyes raked down his body. He has one hand on the counter in front of him keeping his balance. His basketball shorts were pulled down in the front just enough so that his other hand could pull and jerk at his aching, leaking cock.
You watch as his head falls back with a quiet moan as he strokes for his own pleasure. The sight has your jaw slacked. Weak. You feel weak. You know this is wrong. You shouldn’t be standing here watching him. Watching your best friend in such a vulnerable state.
And yet, your feet don’t move. They don’t even try. Your stomach tightens. You feel yourself squeezing your legs together to try and subside that stupid annoying feeling that’s happening inside you.
You always knew Steve was good looking. You’re not blind. But you never actually thought about him like this.
You don’t actually know how you never looked at him like this before. I mean…jesus. It was like you were in a trance. His wet hair, the way his eyebrows knitted together and his eyes shut tight. The way his stomach was twitching from the sensations he was causing himself. The occasional flex of his bicep while he jerked himself off.
His hand moved at a steady pace. You almost fell to your knees when he let out a quiet soft whimper of a moan as he worked higher towards his tip.
Oh my god.
Then of course. The universe decided to play its own version of a sick joke on you. Before you could react or even register what was happening, your shower caddy decided right now was the perfect time to finally give out. All of your shower products flew out of the basket and onto the floor with a loud bang.
Steve’s head whipped towards the sudden noise, his eyes immediately finding you. You froze. You looked at all the bottles on the floor and then back at him. Then back at the bottles….then back at him again. What exactly are you supposed to do in this situation?
“I—um—I—sorry I was just—“ you stumble over your words, unable to find anything to say that could possibly make this situation better. You look anywhere but at him, too humiliated to even glance in his direction. “I um…I’m sorry. I didn’t see—“
“Shh, hey it’s okay.” he finally spoke. You were terrified. What he said next was the opposite of what you expected. “Can you help me?” he asked.
Your breathing hitched. You almost choked on your own spit, your body tensing immediately. It’s almost like the world was put on mute. All you can hear is the deep drum of your heart beat. A shiver runs down your spine and you can literally feel your throat close up, struggling to get any words out.
What the fuck? What the actual fuck is going on?
You should leave. You should grab your things off the floor and lock yourself in your room and never come out again. Maybe even transfer schools and forget this ever happened.
That’s not what you do though. Instead, without even realizing it, you find yourself nodding your head to his question.
He speaks again, “C’mere.” His voice was quiet and soft. It was laced with traces of need and want. Maybe even some desperation.
You exhale shakily, setting down the rest of your things. You slowly step into the bathroom, shutting the door behind you. He watches you carefully, as you start to inch towards him nervously.
“I—How do you want—?”
“Get behind me. Can you do that for me? Please?”
Normally you’d be embarrassed by how fast you complied. But right now you couldn’t care less. Your whole body feels like it’s on fire and that’s all you can focus on. Along with the ache between your thighs.
You swallowed hard, your throat feeling dry and heavy. He could see the nerves in your body language. Feeling it radiating off of you.
“Hey, s’okay. I got you.” he looked at you through the fogged mirror, unable to make out any features. “S’just me, mkay? Your best friend. Your Steve.” He reached behind himself, grabbing your hand and rubbing it gently. An attempt to calm your nerves. “Need your help so bad. Would you be a good friend and help me?”
You nod, nervously. You lift your hands to his shoulders, letting them trace gently down his arms all the way to his wrists. Your movements are slow and unsure. You feel him shiver underneath your touch, only to melt into it once your hands find their way to his bare chest. Your fingers gliding over top of his chest hair.
The second he melted into your touch it was like all nervousness left your body. Without a second thought you leaned forward, placing a gentle kiss on his shoulder. He exhaled in pleasure, biting his lip to stifle a moan when your hands rubbed up and down his body.
“Been thinkin’ ‘bout this for so long. ‘Bout you.” he spoke through deep breaths.
The heat in your stomach only grew at his words. The fresh panties you were wearing were certainly growing wetter by the second.
You pulled your arms back, causing him to frown. The sound of you spitting in your hand quickly replaced that frown with a lazy smile. Your left hand wrapped around his torso, running up and down his chest while your other hand found its way to his aching cock.
He hissed the second you grabbed onto him, squeezing with just the right amount of pressure. Your hand finally began to move up and down his length. You started off slow, teasing, pulling a quiet “fuck” from his lips.
Your free hand roamed all over his chest and stomach, wanting to feel every inch you could reach. Keeping your movements slow, you placed a trail of kisses all over his upper back, causing a deep exhale to escape his lips. You squeezed slightly tighter, a real moan finally coming out.
Music to your ears.
It was right then that you stopped holding back. All you wanted was to hear that sound over and over again. The sound of your best friend completely at your mercy. Weak over your touch.
You picked up your pace, your hand moving up and down in a corkscrew motion. His head fell backwards, landing on your shoulder. The bathroom was quickly filled with sounds of his erratic moans and the sound of you jerking him off.
“Doin’ so good—fuck—makin’ me feel so good.” he spoke in between moans.
“Yeah?” you smiled, watching his face scrunch tight through the mirror in front of you two.
You kept a steady rhythm, not too fast, not too slow. His noises and little twitches encouraging you to finally ask what’s been on your mind since he said it. “You said you’ve been thinking about this? You and me?”
“Mhm, ahh fuck.” he leaned into your touch, trying to steady himself. “You came over one day—shit go faster. Please, please go faster.” a loud moan rippled through the bathroom. “You were wearing that one skirt—“
Before he could finish his sentence, your hand reached the top of his shaft, right underneath his tip. He jolted in your hands, a literal whimper escaping from his mouth.
Your lips immediately quirked up into a wide smile, knowing you’d just found his spot. “That feel good?” you ask, keeping your movements focused on that one spot.
“Ahh—fffuck yes.”
“The skirt. Tell me about the skirt.”
“The short black one—“ he struggled to talk coherently, his breathing growing heavier as he reached his climax. “—you came over wearing it. Dropped your keys—m’so close.”
“I know, I know. Deep breaths, you can do it. Keep tellin’ me.”
“Y-you bent over to pick em up. Your little pink panties on complete display f’me.”
Your face reddened. You don’t even remember that.
“Ever since then, been wanting to get my hands on you.”
His words made your knees weak. Like actually weak. You suddenly felt like jelly. Your core clenching around nothing, begging for some kind of relief.
Your arm was burning but that didn’t stop you from going faster, determined to get him to his release.
After a few more moans and curses, Steve threw his head back once again, landing on your shoulder. A loud, breathless moan ripped through him as his come shot all over your hand and his stomach. But you didn’t stop there. You kept your movements going up to his tip, wanting to hear those whimpers from earlier.
He cried out, knees buckling. You stepped back, his sudden body weight almost knocking the both of you over. You didn’t dare stop.
“Ahh fuck I can’t—“ he whined loudly.
You paid extra close attention to where his shaft and tip met, rubbing up and down in tiny movements. He was putty in your hands. He tried to talk but nothing coherent could come out. The overstimulation too much.
Only when a second orgasm ripped through him did you finally stop. He was completely and utterly spent. His chest heaved, struggling to catch his breath.
You released him from your grasp, bringing your hand up to your mouth. He turned around and watched with awe as you licked his come off each of your fingers until your hand was clean.
With wide eyes and dilated pupils he finally spoke, “Jesus fucking christ.”
You smiled. Before you could say anything he grabbed you by your waist, pulling you close. “C’mere, it’s your turn.”
I'm not sure if you wrote anything before like this but uhm....may I request a Steddie x Fem reader who is a vampire??? But they don't know and they've been hanging out with her unaware and she wants them not to go into a certain abandoned house that's dangerous and how she watches them is in her small bat form but they don't assume anything of the bat because it is an abandoned house and on one particular day some squatter is holding them at knife point and then she pops out her grey skin, red eyes, Large wings and black claws??? And if possible.....smut after???
A/N: Look at me finishing a request! Lol. I changed this a little bit. I hope that's ok. The theme is more or less the same but they don't exactly meet her till she saves them. You'll see!
Please enjoy <3
Warnings: Human Established Relationship Steddie X Fem Vampire Y/N, SMUT, LOTS of dirty talk, dry humping, oral (m and f receiving), ass eating (between boys), fingering (f receiving), p in v, I think that's it, aftercare always, FLUFF, They both really love her, in bat form and after :)
ANGST, Season 5 spoiler in regard to what happened with the upside down, the biggest angst is the inciting incident where someone points a gun at them before she saves them.
Reader is from the upside down and follows them back through the gate to keep an eye on them. While watching them she realizes that they are different in the since of how much they love and care for each other. Reader is ignorant to that in general so...the boys show her about passion and love ;).
Word Count: 7616
You should hate them.
They helped destroy your home but…something about them intrigued you…
Before their fight with Henry, they remained side by side lagging behind the group and whispering things to each other you had never heard before; things like “I love you” and “I thought I almost lost you”.
The one called Steve pulled the long-haired boy behind a bolder and passionately kissed his lips.
Eddie…the other boy’s name was Eddie…
They fought valiantly but when Eddie fell to the ground and was almost stepped on by your dimension’s ruler, you hastily intervened, flying with a speed even you didn’t know you could reach before tackling him to the side and out of the way before disappearing in the chaos.
“Stupid boys.”, you thought. “Gonna get killed…”
That thought lingered with you and stayed even as you flew out of the gate in your bat form as the world you knew crumbled.
Over the next few months, you continued to keep an eye on them. Steve worked on a field with children and wooden sticks that you later learned was part of a game called baseball while Eddie got a job serving drinks at this place known as a bar where people who smelled bad constantly stumbled out in the late hours of the night.
You followed them as they headed home, the coach usually leaving to pick up his partner to bring him home in a blue contraption called a truck.
When they got home, they were inseparable.
Steve would relay his day with a big smile that had you grinning exposing your little bat fangs to the night. Eddie would tell him about a drunk patron that had them laughing eliciting a small chittering noise to leave your mouth as you watched from your perch on the branch in the tree outside.
What fascinated you the most was when their lips touched.
You yourself were created and bred in a terrible place where kindness and affection were never shown. When Henry appeared in your world, he was just as angry.
These two men were constantly showing their admiration for one another, touching the other’s skin, kissing, or even random hugs that made them practically glow.
Intimacy was also something you had never experienced in your world but you often wondered. In the few months in this dimension, you had seen many people together but it was nothing compared to them.
When Steve enveloped his mouth around Eddie’s cock, the metalhead’s jaw would fall open as his ringed fingers tangled in the boy’s hair, guiding him. When you would hear gagging noises, you panicked thinking he was hurting but when the pretty boy lifted his head for air his smile stretched across his face before going back for more.
When Eddie would kiss up the boy’s chest, they both made these little noises that had your own core clenching.
Nothing, however, compared to when they would make love (as Steve called it). Sometimes they had trouble keeping their hands off each other and you would watch them go at it in the back of Eddie’s van or even just on the table after they were done eating.
Steve’s hands would scratch along the ink on the other boy’s back while the metalhead would grind against him or they would hold the other’s hand while Eddie thrust his hips on top of him.
Touching…they were always touching…
One night, you couldn’t help yourself and you flew into their open window before transforming out of your bat form beside their bed. Your fingers shook as you reached out and gently ran them along Steve’s cheek.
He was incredibly warm and you exhaled pleasantly at the feeling.
The man stirred slightly, turning his face into your palm before sighing, “Hm, Eddie, baby, you’re cold.”
Hearing his voice this close pierced your heart and a silent sob rippled through.
You bolted back outside where you belonged and hid until morning when loud roaring had you falling towards the grass.
You screeched, trying to get away from the sun but a firm hand clasped themselves around your wings.
“Whoa! It’s ok!”, a deep voice tried to soothe, covering you with something and carrying you somewhere you couldn’t see as you continued to squeak. “I know, sweetheart, I know! Fuck, I told those fucking kids to be careful around the tree when they cut the fucking grass. Birds have nests and shit—”
The voice paused, lifting up the blue jean vest, and allowing you to meet Eddie’s chocolate irises. You half expected him to scream, your brain telling you to run but you couldn’t. Being this close to him was euphoric. He smelled like a mix of smoke and leather with something underneath in that bottle you saw him spray in their bathroom when they went on dates.
A smile spread across his face and you swore you’d die right there in his arms.
“Holy shit. Never thought I’d see a bat in Hawkins.”
Glancing around, you realized he brought you inside. As you took everything in, you felt his thumb caress your head and your eyes fluttered at the action.
“Eddie, what are you doing? I thought you were going to get…Is that fucking bat?!”
At his alarmed tone, you pushed your little body further into the other boy’s arms, nuzzling your face into his chest.
“Calm down, Steve, you’re scaring her.”, he scolded, continuing to pet your head.
“Baby, bats have rabies and other diseases. Let her go or something before she bites you!”
Steve was always protective over Eddie, something you admired since no one ever protected you. Hoping to show them you were safe, you hopped out of the man’s tattooed arms and placed yourself on his shoulder before pushing your head against his jaw.
“Aw, Stevie, come on. She’s sweet. Had a bit of a fright though. I thought you said you’d talk to those kids about the tree, Mr. Don’t-damage-my-lawnmower.”
“Jesus, I’ll talk to them again. Did they knock her out of it?”
Drunk off their affection, you flew towards the pretty boy and perched on his shoulder, licking his cheek with your tongue and making him blush.
“Steve Harrington, wooing all the girls no matter what species.”, the metalhead teased.
“Oh, fuck off, Munson.”, he replied playfully, petting your little noggin with his fingers.
From that moment on, you made your presence known at an hour more comfortable to you. Eddie would leave the window open and place fruit out on the balcony even though you couldn’t eat it. You didn’t want them to think you were dangerous so you took the food and hid it in a tree for the daytime wildlife and when you got hungry you went on the hunt.
Sometimes you craved them but you knew better.
You never wanted to hurt them the way creatures from your dimension did.
You grabbed people from alley ways, feeding from them before tossing them aside to fly back to their house.
You should have known better. There’s no way peace can remain for too long.
You learned that the hard way with your upbringing and then the destruction of the place you knew as home.
You did what you normally do, sneaking into the bar to watch Eddie work till closing time, shouting last call before he began to clean up. You blended in with the dark aesthetic so he never even noticed.
Steve bounded in with a smile leaning over to give his partner a quick kiss.
“Hey, honey, how was your shift?”
“It was good. The last asshole just left so…”, the long-haired boy grins. “How was coaching today? Are they ready for the game this weekend?”
“Pfft, no.”, the man teases. “But as long as they have fun that’s all I care about.” Eddie nods, grabbing a trash bag and turning off the lights, taking his boyfriend’s hand as they head outside towards the bin. “You know…I’ve been thinking…”
“Oh god, ok.”
“Shut up.”, he chuckles, watching as his partner tosses the bag away before pulling him to his chest. “I was thinking…maybe we can have a little team of our own…”
“Steven.”
“What?”
“First you want to add a girl to our dynamic and now we’re adding kids.”, Eddie laughs, kissing his lips before sighing. “There’s no rush, baby. One step at a time. I mean we JUST started being more open here. Let’s enjoy that.”
“I know, I know, I just…I almost lost you…a few times…I just want to live that life with you as soon as possible…”
As Steve stutters over his words, his partner grins, hugging him tightly and completely unaware of the man stumbling behind them with a gun.
“Well, isn’t this fucking cute.”
Both men jump apart but the former jock is the one to push his boyfriend behind him.
“How can we help you? You look a little drunk so why don’t you go home and sleep it off, yeah?”
“Yeah…yeah, I’ll go home…after you give me your wallets and the cash from inside…”
“Ok, buddy, I can give you my wallet—”
“EVERYTHING! ALL YOUR CASH AND THE MONEY INSIDE!”, he shouts, startling Eddie as he clings to Steve’s jacket.
“Ok, alright. Let’s be calm, ok? I’m going to reach into my pocket to get my wallet and—”
“Slowly! Go slow…”
The growl that left you was guttural especially seeing the fear on their faces. The sound makes the man accidently pull the trigger but just as the pretty boy turns to place his body over Eddie’s, you descend between them and their assailant catching the bullet in your shoulder.
In your true form, you were much taller than either of them towering over the man in front of you who was now frozen in fear as your black eyes glared his way. Your gray wings expanded allowing you to lurch forward and tackle him with your claws and fangs bared before biting into his neck.
His screams fell silent as you drained his blood, waiting for him to fall limp in your grasp and tossing him to the side. Normally you just drained your meal, leaving them alive to feed on another day but this being had tried to hurt them.
You couldn’t allow him to continue existing.
Gradually turning, you found both men wide eyed and staring your way in terror. Steve was still blocking Eddie, ready to defend if need be.
“I know you.”, Eddie whispers. “The gray and the wings…you saved me when we fought Vecna…”
“Eddie, no.”, the pretty boy warns as his boyfriend tries to maneuver around him. “What the fuck are you?!”
“Steve, stop. She…She just helped us…”
“Baby, she just killed someone—”
“Who was about to kill us!”
They were yelling…you didn’t like it when they yelled…It was rare but when they raised their voices it reminded you of Henry.
Closing your eyes, you allowed your body to transform until it looked like a normal human from their world. Your gray, winged form was replaced and you slowly brought your arms around your chest to cover your exposed breasts.
“Fuck me.”, Eddie murmured, hastily taking off his leather jacket and scurrying towards you to place it over your naked body despite Steve’s hisses behind him. “Jesus, sweetheart, she’s freezing. Come on, let’s get you back to our place and—”
“Edward Munson!”
“Steve Harrington!”
“Y/N.”
You weren’t 100% sure why they were screaming their names but you wanted them to know you understand by giving yours as well even though you didn’t shout it.
Hopefully that was alright.
***
Your wide eyes watch them as they heatedly whispered in the kitchen from your place on the couch.
It was so odd being inside like this after only seeing it through your little beady eyes. They had photos everywhere of them together along with some of the kids you saw them with when they were fighting. When they entered the house, Eddie lit a fire and placed you in front of it trying to warm you up, however, you didn’t have the heart to tell him you didn’t like the heat.
You couldn’t deny how beautiful the flames were though.
“Um, Y/N?”, Steve asked, your head whipping his way to find him standing beside you with his hands on his hips. “Listen, now, we’re going to ask you some questions and I expect you to be honest…or else…”
The last part was for them because even you knew you could rip them apart if you wanted to and there was nothing they’d be able to do. It killed you to see that understanding reflecting in this man’s eyes along with the concern and worry for the man he loved.
“Honest.”, you repeat. “Words…kind of hard…still for Y/N. But…I try…”
They both blink slightly taken aback by how well you actually COULD speak.
“O-Okay. Um, Eddie says he remembers you saving him so I assume you’re from the upside down?” Your eyebrows furrow in confusion making him sigh as he struggles to find the right words.
“Were you born in the place you saved me from?”, the metalhead clarifies, smirking slightly when your energy brightens at the understanding and you nod.
“Dimension home…baron and dry…cold like middle…” You hold your hands apart from each other and gesture within the space between. “Henry home…open space…”
“She came through like we did to get there and then followed us out I guess.”
You nod as the pretty boy’s gaze shifts to Eddie’s.
“That means we blew up the only home she ever knew.”
“It’s ok…home was…lonely. Not many like me…now definitely only one…”
Steve’s eyes softened at your admission, remembering the feeling of being alone himself.
“Wait, honey, we did that a few months ago. Where have you been staying all this time?”
Smiling, you change into your bat form making them jump as they watch you fly around before landing in one Eddie’s shoulder to nuzzle his jaw.
“Jesus Christ, she’s been here the whole time.” You change back, feeling their eyes on your naked body as you reach for the jacket to wrap around you once more. “So you’ve been living in the tree I found you in?”
“Yes…look after…Eddie Munson and Steve Harrington…keep safe…”
“May I ask why?”, Steve inquires, taking a seat beside you.
“Never seen…” You pause as you push your fingers together and intertwine them.
“What? Two men together?”, the long-haired boy jests.
“Love.” The former jock didn’t think his heart could soften anymore but your explanation turned him into goo. “Wrong word? Y/N still learning…hear boys say a lot… ‘I love you, Eddie.’…’I love you, Steve.’”
“No, no, sweetheart, that’s right.”, the other man coos before releasing a long-winded sigh. “Alright, we should let her rest. Tomorrow I can stop by the store and get her some clothes.”
“Y/N, I have to ask, you killed that man by drinking his blood. Are you…is that what you eat?”
You nod at Steve’s question but when that worry fills his beautiful eyes once more you feel the need to clarify.
“But never hurt or feed from boys. Y/N eat from strangers…no kill…just drink…”
“Maybe we can find her a better alternative.”, the pretty boy mumbles towards his partner whose irises shifts into the void as he thinks. “Come on, let me show you the guest bedroom.”
You follow him willingly with Eddie close behind and turn into a room you had flown by but never actually peered into. There wasn’t much to it, just an average appearing room with a bed and an end table but something about it felt off causing you to take a step back.
“No…Y/N will sleep in tree…”
“Sweetheart, hang on. You don’t have to sleep outside.”, Eddie tries to sooth even as your panicked eyes flick that way once more and your entire face grimaces. “What’s wrong with the room, Y/N?”
“You said you’d be honest.”, Steve reminded you, eliciting a soft sigh.
“Honest…room…cold…like home…no love…no boys.”
“Ok.”, the pretty murmurs, his own eyes scanning the area before an idea hits him. “Ok…Eddie help me, baby.”
“Yes, sir.”
You stand back, watching with amusement as both men grab the mattress and carefully carry it to their bedroom, placing it on the ground beside their bed.
“Will this be alright for right now?”
“Yes, sir.”, you answer, mimicking Eddie and making him cackle at the response.
When you finally fell asleep, they covered you with a blanket and climbed into bed themselves, Steve being Eddie’s big spoon as they laid on their sides to observe you.
“Out of all the demo creatures, I wonder why she looks so human.”
“And so beautiful.”
A breathy laugh leaves the former jocks chest as he presses his nose to his boyfriend’s cheek, pulling him tighter against him.
“Still a freak.”
“It’s one of the reason’s you love me.”, he teases with a grin of his own. “Maybe we can get Vickie and Robin to give us blood from the hospital so she doesn’t have to feed on people.”
“Yeah, I thought of that to.”
“Of course you did, Mr. Hero.”, Eddie replies with light mocking before rolling on to his back to meet the other boy’s soft features. “Don’t think I didn’t notice you try to take that bullet for me.”
“I mean, TECHNICALLY, it wasn’t for you—”
The metalhead’s fingers over his lips silence him.
“No. We talked about that to. You promised me and Henderson that you wouldn’t do shit like that anymore.”
“I know…I can’t help it, honey. You’ve already been through enough and it’s my job to look after you.”
Steve leans down to kiss his boyfriend’s lips not realizing that your eyes had opened to observe their interaction with a contented smile lingering on your lips.
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A few months had passed since you revealed yourself to Eddie and Steve and things had been going incredibly well which was odd for you.
Coming for a place filled with anger and death; to be suddenly bombarded by kindness and hope was startling but you were open to the change, no longer an observer but a participant.
Both men took time to teach you things like what to wear, how to do your hair, and how to “human” so to speak. Steve took you to practice where you watched him coach the kids under an umbrella to shield you from the sun. The base in his voice would drop when he shouted across the field and a huge smile would stretch across his gorgeous face when one of the children did something good.
Your studious eyes would take in how his arms would flex when he threw the ball or how his waist would turn when he hit it with a bat. One evening, he found you trying to mimic his movements making him chuckle while trying to hide his own amusement as to not embarrass you.
“Hey, honey. What are you doing?”
“Can you show Y/N how you…swing bat and hit ball?”
“Sure.” Taking your hand in his, he leads you to the plate and hands you a wooden bat. “Show me again how you were doing it.” You do what he says and he nods before giving you some pointers and running a few feet from you.
When he tosses the baseball your way, you swing a bit too aggressively as the ball whizzes right past you and you growl.
“No, no, hey, that was good.”, Steve praises, coming up behind you and circling his arms around you to grip your wrists. Your eyes close as that warm feeling flows through you and you press your back to his chest. “Now, you’re going to want to keep your hands a bit more apart…that’s it…and then swing…”
When he maneuvers you to simulate the motion, his own arms circle tighter around you and when you crane your neck to look up at him, his eyes meet yours with a soft smile accompanying.
“Alright, now try again.”
Running back to his spot, he lags a bit, building up the anxiety before finally tossing it your way. A loud crack fills the little area and you both watch as the ball flies over Steve’s head into the outfield.
“Atta girl!”, he shouts with excitement, running back your way to lift you in his arms.
Eddie taught you about something called Dungeons and Dragons and metal music, giggling like a little kid every time your face scrunched at the sound.
“Eddie! Too loud!”
“That’s the way to listen to it, sweetheart!”, he chuckled, pulling the headphones off your ears and beaming when your palms rubbed the cartilage. “What’s something you’d enjoy?”, he muses, slowly taking in all their cassettes and vinyl.
“Something not so rough…warm…like Eddie.”
The metalhead’s gaze shifts your way, tenderly reaching out to caress your cheek.
His head hangs as he thinks; about what you aren’t sure but after a couple of seconds he gently places the headphones back on your head and puts in a new tape. You brace for the loud crashing to blare through but when a subtle guitar fills your ears, your body calms.
“She don’t hide when the sun goes down
She just shines in a different way
Laughs like thunder, soft as rain
Turns my darkest hours into day
Cold hands, warmest heart
Yeah, she feels things deeper than most…”
Your grin grows as the delicate but husky timbre lulls you into what feels like safety and you embrace it fully.
“I love a vampire girl
Yeah, the world says we’re insane
But she sees the freak in me
And calls it beautiful, not strange
I love a vampire girl
Let ’em whisper, let ’em stare
If loving her’s a crime
Then I don’t want clean hands, I don’t care.”
“I like this. Who sings?”
“Eddie.”, he beams, pointing to himself as his cheeks blush. “I wrote that and sing it. I haven’t shown it to the guys yet but Steve thinks it could be a hit.”
Your eyes widen as you clap your hands.
“I love it! Y/N agrees with Stevie! Big hit for Eddie and friends.”
The metalhead laughs as you get more excited.
“Good, good! I’m glad you like it because I wrote it for you.”
Your body settles, your eyes locking with his chocolate ones.
“E-Eddie loves me?”, you ask, pointing to your chest to visually confirm for him that you meant yourself.
“Yes, pretty girl. Steve and I love you very much.”
Since that moment, you had separated yourself from them, choosing to be by yourself as you laid in your makeshift bed with their headphones over your ears.
When you watched them beforehand, you found their relationship fascinating and beautiful but it never once occurred to you that kind of love would ever find you. Why would it? You were a creature with wings and fangs that drank blood and grew up with violence.
That opportunity was never supposed to be allotted to you.
You couldn’t deny though that those warm feelings in your chest were getting almost too loud to ignore and your body was beginning to react to them in ways you had only seen them experience with each other.
They always wanted you to be honest so a few days later while they were in the living room watching something on TV, you powerwalked in and promptly turned it off, placing yourself in front of the boxy appliance.
“Hi. Um, sorry, I…May I talk to you?”, you ask, trying to sound confident even as your eyebrows raise. “Please.”
“Yeah, honey, of course. Is everything ok?”, Steve replies, removing his arm from around his boyfriend’s shoulders so they could both give you their attention.
“Yeah, I…You told me to always be honest and…I want the same…from you two.” You nod at your own words, affirming yourself as you continue. “Eddie said that you two love me…is that…is that true?”
Your voice cracks with fear causing both men to smirk before desperately trying to hide it as to not embarrass you.
“Yeah, sweetheart, it’s true.”, the metalhead answers with the other man following suit in agreement.
“O-O-Okay but do you…love me like you love each other?”
“What’s going on, Y/N? Why are you asking these questions?”
“Because Steve…”, you whine, your head hanging as you dance on the balls of your feet. “…Why would you love me? I-I’m a…a creature—”
“No, hey, come here.”, Eddie interrupts, reaching for your hand and guiding you to take a seat between them. “You’re not a creature; you’re different and that’s ok. These past few months, Y/N, I’ve seen things differently through your eyes that I can’t even explain. I felt the same way with Stevie. Yeah, I did.”, he nods when your eyes widen in shock. “Steve used to be really mean to everyone but after everything and seeing him become the man he is…I love him.”
The former jocks blushes, beaming wide when the other man rubs his back comfortingly.
“Honey, we understand this is all new for you. Trust me, it’s new territory for us but we do care about you very much and are willing to take as much time as you need.”
“I don’t think I have time.” Your words concern them as they both lean forward, waiting for you to explain. “I’ve been having these…feelings…when you two are around…I don’t think I can control them anymore.”
Silence fills the room, their eyes boring into your frame until Eddie’s handsome laugh reverberates through replacing it.
“Well, Steve, I guess you have a sex ed class to teach at home, babe.”
“Shut up.”, the man lightly growls reaching over to push his partner hoping to silence him. “Y/N, have you ever been intimate with anyone in your dimension?”
“Not like you two. We don’t even…press our lips together…it was always…um…like animal. Necessity.”
“Wow. Um, alright, we, uh, we can teach you some things if you’re up to it.”
“Out of curiosity, how much did you watch us do?”, Eddie asks doing everything he can to contain his grin.
“I…I don’t want to…make you un…uncom…”
“Uncomfortable?”, he finishes and again you nod. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, you aren’t. Just be honest.”
“I’ve seen you since you came home after everything. I know words because of how you say them. Eddie…sucking Steve’s cock or you riding him in the back of your van. I heard the moans and your faces. It…made me feel…warm…”
At the word, you place your hand over your lower belly, allowing your fingers to tap just below your waist.
“Fuck me.”, Eddie whispers, adjusting himself on the couch while trying desperately to cross his legs.
“You both call it making love. It’s different from the love you show outside your bed but it’s still…passionate…affectionate…love. Things I’ve never had.”
Steve nods, his eyes flicking to his boyfriend as if to silently ask if he’s alright with all this and his question is returned with a nod of his own.
“Ok, uh, how about we start with kissing? We can, uh—” Before he can finish his sentence, you climb on top of him and straddle his lap like you had seen his partner do numerous times. “Whoa, shit. O-Okay.”
“Problem, Stevie?”, Eddie teases making the pretty boy’s eyes close as he shakes his head.
“No, thank you, Edward.”
“Are you sure? I know it’s been a while since we’ve played together due to our unexpected house guest.”
Your head hangs and they catch it causing the boy beneath you to reach out and lightly hit the metalhead with his palm against his shoulder.
“Honey, don’t listen to him. He’s just joking around because he’s a dork.”
“I am, sweetheart. I just find it cute when Steve gets all nervous.”, he coos, pinching the man’s cheeks playfully.
“Why nervous? I would never…hurt or bite…boys…”
“No, baby, don’t…that’s not what he meant. I’m…” Steve pauses in the middle of his sentence, his eyes scanning yours as you wait desperately for his honest answer. “Fuck, you’re just really fucking beautiful and I don’t want to disappoint you, ok? I’m a guy. We get nervous about that stuff.”
Biting his bottom lips, Eddie leaned against his shoulder as your own smile painted your features.
“No reason to be nervous. Eddie and Steve always safe with Y/N.”
Gently smirking, his palm cups your cheek to bring your lips to his for a small peck. You jerk back after the fact, their irises observing as they wait.
“Soft.”, you grin, your thumb coming up to trace his bottom lip where your own had just been.
“Now you’re going to move your lips with mine.”
“Can you show me?”
Eddie beams when you gesture between them, not even hesitating as his hand cups his boyfriend’s cheek to turn him his way, allowing their mouths to meet for a tender exchange. You studied the movements, desperate to get it right and please them.
When they finally pull apart, you don’t allow Steve a moment to breath as you take ahold of his jaw and crash your mouth to his.
You were surprised at how good he tasted.
Anything ingestible in your world was as bland as they come. When you fed in their world, the blood was incredibly sweet and almost had you drunk on the taste. You learned over time to take it in moderation finding it left you full for longer than the blood you ate in your world.
Steve’s lips were a combination of many different things including the toothpaste they introduced you to and something else you couldn’t fully identify but you knew you needed more of.
Both your hands clung to his neck just below his ears, pulling him as close to you as you could get.
“Fuck…”, he panted when your lips lifted for a moment to allow you both to breathe. “Wa—wait, wait, baby. Fuck.”
“How did she do, baby?”, Eddie whispers, his hand sliding between you both to massage his chest over his shirt.
“Good.”, Steve answers breathlessly, his eyes meeting your now half lidded ones. “You did really, really good. H-How did it feel, Y/N?” You nod you head as you rush forward wanting to taste him again but his grip on your face keeps you in place. “Slow, pretty girl, slow. Do you wanna kiss Eddie, baby?”
As he calls you by the name you’ve heard him call Eddie numerous times in that husky timbre, your hips involuntarily roll causing the man beneath you to groan at the feeling.
The metalhead smirks at you both, gesturing you onto his lap which you oblige before jerking upward slightly at the bulge in his shorts.
“Sorry, just watching you two and doing this whole thing here is kinda hot.”
“That’s…that’s good?”
“Yes, sweetheart, that’s very good.”, he murmurs, grin growing as his fingers tangle in your hair while gripping the side of your face. “Can I kiss you?”
You answer his question by placing your lips on his, starting slow at first before your movement builds. Your mouth opens slightly to allow for air but the other boy takes the opportunity to slide his tongue against your own.
The action and taste of him consumes you causing a jolt of electricity to ripple through you down to your core. Your hips once again roll, pressing down on Eddie’s growing bulge in a way that satisfied that ache.
“Eddie.”
“Yeah, fuck, I felt that to. Do you want to take off your pants so you can get a better angle?”
You nodded even though you didn’t fully understand what that meant, rising to your feet so you could do what he suggested. While they waited, both men exchanged passionate kisses of their own, sliding closer together so their hands could roam.
“My dick is hard just from her lips.”
“I know. It’s almost too much. Reminds me of my first time with you.”
Eddie grins at his partners compliment, giving him another peck before focusing on you, taking your hands in his to bring you back onto his lap.
“You feel that?” You nod, his palms sliding down to your hips to guide you lower against him. “That’s just from you and Steve kissing me. You taste fucking amazing, sweetheart.”
“I do? I was worried…”
“No reason to be.”, he comforted, guiding your mouth back down to his.
“Y/N, why don’t you grind your hips down like you did before.”, Steve suggested, placing his hand on your lower back to guide the motion. “There you go, honey. Does that feel good?”
A little whine leaves you as you nod, hugging Eddie’s head to your chest as he kisses the exposed skin.
“Ah, fuck. Just feel it, baby. Make yourself cum.”
With hazy vision, you watch as the other man pulls down his pants and allows his cock to spring free, scooting closer to his partner’s palm that blinding reaches for him till Steve takes hold of his wrist to guide him where he needs to be.
The pretty boy groans, throwing his head back against the sofa as the metalhead strokes him, occasionally running his thumb along his slit that has him swallowing thickly. The sight alone sends tingles through your body causing your hips to automatically roll harder and faster against the boy beneath you.
“E-Eddie…”
“You got it, sweetheart. Keep going, it’s ok.”, he encourages, placing his free hand behind your back to help.
An overwhelming feeling washes over you, your rhythm faltering as you try to close your legs around Eddie’s hips to no avail.
“Good, fuck me. Good girl. How did that feel?”
Something in your demeanor changes, your black eyes meeting his before crawling to climb on Steve’s lap.
“More.”, you whisper, your lips attaching to his neck. “Want more.”
“Jesus Christ.”, he mewls, his eyes rolling back as you grind against him. “W-Wait, baby, wait. You said…Y/N!”, Steve shouts, palms cupping your cheeks and forcing you to focus. “You said you had never experienced soft and loving before. Let-Let us show you. Let us love you the way you deserve.”
Blinking, your regular-colored irises push forth making the pretty boy smile as he kisses your lips.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…”
“No reason to be sorry, honey. How about we head towards the bedroom? You can let us take care of you.”
You nod, rising to your feet with your legs still trembling from your most recent orgasm before Eddie lifts you bridal style to carry you the rest of the way.
After playfully tossing you onto their mattress, both men fall on either side of you, kiss your neck while their hands roamed and they removed the rest of their clothing along with yours.
“Fuck, you are so beautiful.”
Smiling, you cup the coach’s cheek in your hand and bring his lips to yours as the metalhead kisses down your frame, his tongue dragging against your tummy to your luscious thighs. When the organ grazed where the previous ache had been, that electricity shot through you but stronger.
“Oh.”
“Good oh or bad oh?”
“G-Good. Good oh. Please do that again.” Both men exchanged a smirk and Eddie honored your request, pressing his wide, wet tongue back to your clit, flicking against it while his palms held your legs firmly open. “Go…go…” Steve flashes you a confused look as you point towards the other man. “Make him feel good to. Like…fuck…like watching you.”
“Yeah? Ok, baby.”
Your eyes closed, absorbing the feeling of the long-haired boy’s mouth devouring you like you were a goddess on the alter. Beings in your realm never even bothered to put their mouths on you, not even to place a tender a kiss on your lips.
Animals.
You and your people were like animals.
These men even before tonight made you feel like a human; like one of them and you wanted more.
Eddie’s mouth vibrated against you as he moaned and your eyes shot open to see Steve behind him, his own tongue licking and playing with metalhead’s entrance as his large palms kneaded the meat of his ass.
“Fuck, Steve, j-just like that.”, he mewled, bringing his fingers to his mouth and coating them with his saliva before guiding them into your core, grinning when your back arches in pleasure. “You ok, sweetheart?”
“Feels…good.”
Both men pause for a moment at the drop in your voice but when your normal iris color reflects back at them they continue.
“Th-that’s it, Y/N. Roll your hips against me like you did on the couch.”
“Cum for us, pretty girl.”
Your body shakes as that ball in belly explodes again, whining slightly when Eddie continues to suck on your bundle of nerves hoping to elongate your high.
Through heavy eyelids, you watch as the metalhead pushes up onto his knees to meet his partners awaiting lips and they passionately kiss.
“I can taste her on your tongue. Fuck, babe.”
“I’ve never had a pussy so sweet.”, he whispers back, wrapping his arm around Steve’s neck while the other boy reaches to casually stroke his boyfriend’s leaking cock.
“More.”
Both sets of eyes give you attention, groaning slightly when you fully open your legs to display your dripping cunt to them.
Eddie moves out of the former jocks way so he can crawl up your frame with a smile, balancing on his palms as his face hovers over yours.
“Are you sure? If you want to stop, honey, we can. We’ll still love you.”
You nod, your limbs securing around his broad frame before tilting up to kiss him.
“I love you to.”
Taking a hold of the base of his shaft, Steve runs his tip between your folds eliciting a shudder from you that has him biting his lip to contain his grin from growing, his head hanging as he gradually pushes himself into you.
“Holy fuck.”, the man groans, his palms coming around to balance on either side of your head as he pumped himself a bit deeper into you giving you a couple of inches at a time, slowly stretching you out.
“How does she feel, baby?”, Eddie murmured, his fingers brushing his boyfriend’s hair away from his face.
The former jock heavily exhaled the moment he bottomed out as if he had been holding his breath the entire time before a low growl followed. Chocolate eyes glanced your way, your own hues watching Steve as his stomach flexed and his hips provided a cursory rough thrust that had the same growl emitting from his chest.
“That good, Steven?”
“You have…no fucking…idea.”, he groaned, setting a steady pace that had you moaning beneath him.
“What about you, Y/N? How does Steve feel?”, Eddie cooed, kneeling beside you both and petting your head with his palm.
“M-More.”
The pretty boy’s chest pressed to yours, fingers tangling in your hair as your nails dragged down his back making him wince slightly as he rolled his waist allowing his cock to hit that sensitive spot inside you repeatedly and your core to clench tightly around him.
“Fuck, baby, I’ve never had a pussy like yours. You feel like heaven.”
Was this heaven? You had never experienced anything like this in your life. Something or someone that felt so good and made you feel so complete.
“I love you, Steve.”
“I love you to, pretty girl.” Skin slapping skin echoed obscenely through the room as a loud whimper of pleasure escaped your lips and you mewl his name. “That’s right, honey, keep saying my name…just like that…”
A shadow gets your attention and you both turn to see Eddie stroking himself in front of his boyfriend’s face. The man doesn’t even hesitate, opening his mouth and allowing him to cling to his luscious head of hair while the long-haired man subtly pumped his hips, gliding his cock along his partner’s tongue.
“Shit—you both look so fucking sexy. Cum again, sweetheart. Let him feel you squeeze around him.”, Eddie urged as Steve’s rhythm hastened, knowing he won’t last too much longer. “Come on, baby, cum again for us.”
When the coil in your stomach snapped this time, it was much more aggressive than the others as your fingers dug into his skin to ground yourself as your orgasm washed over you.
“God fucking damn it.”, the former jock hissed, choking slightly when he pulled away from his boyfriend’s dick to focus on his own high. It didn’t take him long and after a few more sloppy thrusts you felt him empty his release within you. “Fuck me.”
Eddie smiles as he leans down to kiss your forehead.
“Are you ready for me or do you need a break? I’ll still love you to.”
“Want…more…”
Grinning, the metalhead turns you onto your side after the other boy pulls out and maneuvers you closer to the middle of the mattress as he crawls in bringing your back to his chest.
“Alright, sweetheart, lift your leg for me…atta girl…”, he praises in your ear, poking at your entrance before feeling your hand take hold of his cock.
"Can I do it?"
His grin shifts to a cocky smirk as he tenderly kisses your shoulder and helps by holding you open with his hand.
“Yeah, baby, you can do it. Put my dick in that wet, little pussy.” Helping to guide you, Eddie slowly pumped his lower half against you, his leaking tip breaching your core with a soft squelch of your slick and Steve’s spend. “Jesus, Steve, you really filled her up, didn’t you?”
“I couldn’t help it. She felt too good.”, he murmured lazily, fingers reaching up to caress your cheek.
A ringed palm cups your breast while the other grips your hip as Eddie pounds into you, abusing that now overstimulated spongy spot that had your eyes rolling closed as you allowed him to take you, collapsing fulling against him.
“Fuck, Eddie. Is it…supposed to feel… this good?”, you whine.
“With someone you love, baby, yes.”, he whispers, your eyes fluttering open to meet the other boy’s gaze knowing he heard and agreed. “I love you to, Y/N… you and Steve.”
The pretty boy leans over you to give his partner a passionate kiss, fueling him to thrust his cock deeper into you at an overwhelming pace.
“I…I love you both…No one has ever…ever made me feel like this.” Fingers slide from your waist to your clit, rubbing fast circles and you knew in that moment you were gone. “Ed…Eddie!”
“Jesus fuck.”, he grunted, his release painting your walls abruptly as you came one final time that night, your cunt spasming around him, milking him for every last drop. “You are going to be the death of me, baby. You ok?”
When you don’t answer, Eddie lifts his head to see tears streaking your cheeks.
“Hey, hey, what’s wrong, honey?”, Steve inquires, pushing up on his elbow to scan you over. “Get off her, Ed. You may be hurting her.”
You giggle as the metalhead does what he’s told, his worried eyes taking you in.
“Like you could.”, you whimper. “Unless it makes you feel better…thinking you can physically hurt me.”
“I mean we did take out all those creatures AND Vecna—ow!”, Eddie whines when his partner hits his bicep. “What?!”
“That was her home, idiot.”
“No. Never really home. I’m…different…always was. I…”, you pause as you search for the right words. “I knew…I wanted this…” You gesture between you three. “I just didn’t know what it was called…because I’ve never had it…”
“Had what, sweetheart?”
“Love.” As you begin to cry harder, Eddie pulls you to his chest as Steve circles his arms around you both.
After calming words and soft kisses, they lift you into the bathroom where you allow them to clean you and themselves, your eyes taking them in now in this new euphoric light. Your fingers reach out to graze one of metalhead’s scars before tilting forward to press your lips against it.
“I wish we had known you were down there…in the upside down…so we could have saved you and loved you sooner.” You smile as he places a shirt over your naked frame, guiding you back to bed just as Steve comes into the bedroom with a glass of water that he hands to his partner.
“Do you need anything, honey? Normally part of my after care is bathing and then make sure he’s hydrated but…”
“No, baby, Y/N ok.”
Both men exchange a look as the former jock saunters towards the mattress where you were waiting.
“Did you just call me baby?”
“I…I did. Is…may I?”
Smirking, Steve playfully grips your cheeks and brings your lips to his.
“You can call me whatever you want, beautiful, as long as you’re comfortable.”
Fingers grip you shoulder and pull you back into tattooed arms where you’re met with another gentle kiss from Eddie that has you laughing and they revel in the sound.
“I love you.”, you say with a firmness that has them blushing. “Thank you for loving me to.”
“Sweetheart, you never have to thank us for that.”
Steve climbs under the covers, throwing his arm over both your hips the way you had seen him do with Eddie so many times before as you listen to them casually talk about things the way they did every night before your eyes became too heavy to keep open.
The last think you hear before falling asleep is their husky tones as they both whisper gentle but confidently…
“I love you, vampire girl.”
“I love you to, honey. Sweet dreams.”
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Steddie Asks here/ Steddie Masterlist
Tagging the regulars (if I miss anyone I'm sorry!):
I'm not sure if you wrote anything before like this but uhm....may I request a Steddie x Fem reader who is a vampire??? But they don't know and they've been hanging out with her unaware and she wants them not to go into a certain abandoned house that's dangerous and how she watches them is in her small bat form but they don't assume anything of the bat because it is an abandoned house and on one particular day some squatter is holding them at knife point and then she pops out her grey skin, red eyes, Large wings and black claws??? And if possible.....smut after???
A/N: Look at me finishing a request! Lol. I changed this a little bit. I hope that's ok. The theme is more or less the same but they don't exactly meet her till she saves them. You'll see!
Please enjoy <3
Warnings: Human Established Relationship Steddie X Fem Vampire Y/N, SMUT, LOTS of dirty talk, dry humping, oral (m and f receiving), ass eating (between boys), fingering (f receiving), p in v, I think that's it, aftercare always, FLUFF, They both really love her, in bat form and after :)
ANGST, Season 5 spoiler in regard to what happened with the upside down, the biggest angst is the inciting incident where someone points a gun at them before she saves them.
Reader is from the upside down and follows them back through the gate to keep an eye on them. While watching them she realizes that they are different in the since of how much they love and care for each other. Reader is ignorant to that in general so...the boys show her about passion and love ;).
Word Count: 7616
You should hate them.
They helped destroy your home but…something about them intrigued you…
Before their fight with Henry, they remained side by side lagging behind the group and whispering things to each other you had never heard before; things like “I love you” and “I thought I almost lost you”.
The one called Steve pulled the long-haired boy behind a bolder and passionately kissed his lips.
Eddie…the other boy’s name was Eddie…
They fought valiantly but when Eddie fell to the ground and was almost stepped on by your dimension’s ruler, you hastily intervened, flying with a speed even you didn’t know you could reach before tackling him to the side and out of the way before disappearing in the chaos.
“Stupid boys.”, you thought. “Gonna get killed…”
That thought lingered with you and stayed even as you flew out of the gate in your bat form as the world you knew crumbled.
Over the next few months, you continued to keep an eye on them. Steve worked on a field with children and wooden sticks that you later learned was part of a game called baseball while Eddie got a job serving drinks at this place known as a bar where people who smelled bad constantly stumbled out in the late hours of the night.
You followed them as they headed home, the coach usually leaving to pick up his partner to bring him home in a blue contraption called a truck.
When they got home, they were inseparable.
Steve would relay his day with a big smile that had you grinning exposing your little bat fangs to the night. Eddie would tell him about a drunk patron that had them laughing eliciting a small chittering noise to leave your mouth as you watched from your perch on the branch in the tree outside.
What fascinated you the most was when their lips touched.
You yourself were created and bred in a terrible place where kindness and affection were never shown. When Henry appeared in your world, he was just as angry.
These two men were constantly showing their admiration for one another, touching the other’s skin, kissing, or even random hugs that made them practically glow.
Intimacy was also something you had never experienced in your world but you often wondered. In the few months in this dimension, you had seen many people together but it was nothing compared to them.
When Steve enveloped his mouth around Eddie’s cock, the metalhead’s jaw would fall open as his ringed fingers tangled in the boy’s hair, guiding him. When you would hear gagging noises, you panicked thinking he was hurting but when the pretty boy lifted his head for air his smile stretched across his face before going back for more.
When Eddie would kiss up the boy’s chest, they both made these little noises that had your own core clenching.
Nothing, however, compared to when they would make love (as Steve called it). Sometimes they had trouble keeping their hands off each other and you would watch them go at it in the back of Eddie’s van or even just on the table after they were done eating.
Steve’s hands would scratch along the ink on the other boy’s back while the metalhead would grind against him or they would hold the other’s hand while Eddie thrust his hips on top of him.
Touching…they were always touching…
One night, you couldn’t help yourself and you flew into their open window before transforming out of your bat form beside their bed. Your fingers shook as you reached out and gently ran them along Steve’s cheek.
He was incredibly warm and you exhaled pleasantly at the feeling.
The man stirred slightly, turning his face into your palm before sighing, “Hm, Eddie, baby, you’re cold.”
Hearing his voice this close pierced your heart and a silent sob rippled through.
You bolted back outside where you belonged and hid until morning when loud roaring had you falling towards the grass.
You screeched, trying to get away from the sun but a firm hand clasped themselves around your wings.
“Whoa! It’s ok!”, a deep voice tried to soothe, covering you with something and carrying you somewhere you couldn’t see as you continued to squeak. “I know, sweetheart, I know! Fuck, I told those fucking kids to be careful around the tree when they cut the fucking grass. Birds have nests and shit—”
The voice paused, lifting up the blue jean vest, and allowing you to meet Eddie’s chocolate irises. You half expected him to scream, your brain telling you to run but you couldn’t. Being this close to him was euphoric. He smelled like a mix of smoke and leather with something underneath in that bottle you saw him spray in their bathroom when they went on dates.
A smile spread across his face and you swore you’d die right there in his arms.
“Holy shit. Never thought I’d see a bat in Hawkins.”
Glancing around, you realized he brought you inside. As you took everything in, you felt his thumb caress your head and your eyes fluttered at the action.
“Eddie, what are you doing? I thought you were going to get…Is that fucking bat?!”
At his alarmed tone, you pushed your little body further into the other boy’s arms, nuzzling your face into his chest.
“Calm down, Steve, you’re scaring her.”, he scolded, continuing to pet your head.
“Baby, bats have rabies and other diseases. Let her go or something before she bites you!”
Steve was always protective over Eddie, something you admired since no one ever protected you. Hoping to show them you were safe, you hopped out of the man’s tattooed arms and placed yourself on his shoulder before pushing your head against his jaw.
“Aw, Stevie, come on. She’s sweet. Had a bit of a fright though. I thought you said you’d talk to those kids about the tree, Mr. Don’t-damage-my-lawnmower.”
“Jesus, I’ll talk to them again. Did they knock her out of it?”
Drunk off their affection, you flew towards the pretty boy and perched on his shoulder, licking his cheek with your tongue and making him blush.
“Steve Harrington, wooing all the girls no matter what species.”, the metalhead teased.
“Oh, fuck off, Munson.”, he replied playfully, petting your little noggin with his fingers.
From that moment on, you made your presence known at an hour more comfortable to you. Eddie would leave the window open and place fruit out on the balcony even though you couldn’t eat it. You didn’t want them to think you were dangerous so you took the food and hid it in a tree for the daytime wildlife and when you got hungry you went on the hunt.
Sometimes you craved them but you knew better.
You never wanted to hurt them the way creatures from your dimension did.
You grabbed people from alley ways, feeding from them before tossing them aside to fly back to their house.
You should have known better. There’s no way peace can remain for too long.
You learned that the hard way with your upbringing and then the destruction of the place you knew as home.
You did what you normally do, sneaking into the bar to watch Eddie work till closing time, shouting last call before he began to clean up. You blended in with the dark aesthetic so he never even noticed.
Steve bounded in with a smile leaning over to give his partner a quick kiss.
“Hey, honey, how was your shift?”
“It was good. The last asshole just left so…”, the long-haired boy grins. “How was coaching today? Are they ready for the game this weekend?”
“Pfft, no.”, the man teases. “But as long as they have fun that’s all I care about.” Eddie nods, grabbing a trash bag and turning off the lights, taking his boyfriend’s hand as they head outside towards the bin. “You know…I’ve been thinking…”
“Oh god, ok.”
“Shut up.”, he chuckles, watching as his partner tosses the bag away before pulling him to his chest. “I was thinking…maybe we can have a little team of our own…”
“Steven.”
“What?”
“First you want to add a girl to our dynamic and now we’re adding kids.”, Eddie laughs, kissing his lips before sighing. “There’s no rush, baby. One step at a time. I mean we JUST started being more open here. Let’s enjoy that.”
“I know, I know, I just…I almost lost you…a few times…I just want to live that life with you as soon as possible…”
As Steve stutters over his words, his partner grins, hugging him tightly and completely unaware of the man stumbling behind them with a gun.
“Well, isn’t this fucking cute.”
Both men jump apart but the former jock is the one to push his boyfriend behind him.
“How can we help you? You look a little drunk so why don’t you go home and sleep it off, yeah?”
“Yeah…yeah, I’ll go home…after you give me your wallets and the cash from inside…”
“Ok, buddy, I can give you my wallet—”
“EVERYTHING! ALL YOUR CASH AND THE MONEY INSIDE!”, he shouts, startling Eddie as he clings to Steve’s jacket.
“Ok, alright. Let’s be calm, ok? I’m going to reach into my pocket to get my wallet and—”
“Slowly! Go slow…”
The growl that left you was guttural especially seeing the fear on their faces. The sound makes the man accidently pull the trigger but just as the pretty boy turns to place his body over Eddie’s, you descend between them and their assailant catching the bullet in your shoulder.
In your true form, you were much taller than either of them towering over the man in front of you who was now frozen in fear as your black eyes glared his way. Your gray wings expanded allowing you to lurch forward and tackle him with your claws and fangs bared before biting into his neck.
His screams fell silent as you drained his blood, waiting for him to fall limp in your grasp and tossing him to the side. Normally you just drained your meal, leaving them alive to feed on another day but this being had tried to hurt them.
You couldn’t allow him to continue existing.
Gradually turning, you found both men wide eyed and staring your way in terror. Steve was still blocking Eddie, ready to defend if need be.
“I know you.”, Eddie whispers. “The gray and the wings…you saved me when we fought Vecna…”
“Eddie, no.”, the pretty boy warns as his boyfriend tries to maneuver around him. “What the fuck are you?!”
“Steve, stop. She…She just helped us…”
“Baby, she just killed someone—”
“Who was about to kill us!”
They were yelling…you didn’t like it when they yelled…It was rare but when they raised their voices it reminded you of Henry.
Closing your eyes, you allowed your body to transform until it looked like a normal human from their world. Your gray, winged form was replaced and you slowly brought your arms around your chest to cover your exposed breasts.
“Fuck me.”, Eddie murmured, hastily taking off his leather jacket and scurrying towards you to place it over your naked body despite Steve’s hisses behind him. “Jesus, sweetheart, she’s freezing. Come on, let’s get you back to our place and—”
“Edward Munson!”
“Steve Harrington!”
“Y/N.”
You weren’t 100% sure why they were screaming their names but you wanted them to know you understand by giving yours as well even though you didn’t shout it.
Hopefully that was alright.
***
Your wide eyes watch them as they heatedly whispered in the kitchen from your place on the couch.
It was so odd being inside like this after only seeing it through your little beady eyes. They had photos everywhere of them together along with some of the kids you saw them with when they were fighting. When they entered the house, Eddie lit a fire and placed you in front of it trying to warm you up, however, you didn’t have the heart to tell him you didn’t like the heat.
You couldn’t deny how beautiful the flames were though.
“Um, Y/N?”, Steve asked, your head whipping his way to find him standing beside you with his hands on his hips. “Listen, now, we’re going to ask you some questions and I expect you to be honest…or else…”
The last part was for them because even you knew you could rip them apart if you wanted to and there was nothing they’d be able to do. It killed you to see that understanding reflecting in this man’s eyes along with the concern and worry for the man he loved.
“Honest.”, you repeat. “Words…kind of hard…still for Y/N. But…I try…”
They both blink slightly taken aback by how well you actually COULD speak.
“O-Okay. Um, Eddie says he remembers you saving him so I assume you’re from the upside down?” Your eyebrows furrow in confusion making him sigh as he struggles to find the right words.
“Were you born in the place you saved me from?”, the metalhead clarifies, smirking slightly when your energy brightens at the understanding and you nod.
“Dimension home…baron and dry…cold like middle…” You hold your hands apart from each other and gesture within the space between. “Henry home…open space…”
“She came through like we did to get there and then followed us out I guess.”
You nod as the pretty boy’s gaze shifts to Eddie’s.
“That means we blew up the only home she ever knew.”
“It’s ok…home was…lonely. Not many like me…now definitely only one…”
Steve’s eyes softened at your admission, remembering the feeling of being alone himself.
“Wait, honey, we did that a few months ago. Where have you been staying all this time?”
Smiling, you change into your bat form making them jump as they watch you fly around before landing in one Eddie’s shoulder to nuzzle his jaw.
“Jesus Christ, she’s been here the whole time.” You change back, feeling their eyes on your naked body as you reach for the jacket to wrap around you once more. “So you’ve been living in the tree I found you in?”
“Yes…look after…Eddie Munson and Steve Harrington…keep safe…”
“May I ask why?”, Steve inquires, taking a seat beside you.
“Never seen…” You pause as you push your fingers together and intertwine them.
“What? Two men together?”, the long-haired boy jests.
“Love.” The former jock didn’t think his heart could soften anymore but your explanation turned him into goo. “Wrong word? Y/N still learning…hear boys say a lot… ‘I love you, Eddie.’…’I love you, Steve.’”
“No, no, sweetheart, that’s right.”, the other man coos before releasing a long-winded sigh. “Alright, we should let her rest. Tomorrow I can stop by the store and get her some clothes.”
“Y/N, I have to ask, you killed that man by drinking his blood. Are you…is that what you eat?”
You nod at Steve’s question but when that worry fills his beautiful eyes once more you feel the need to clarify.
“But never hurt or feed from boys. Y/N eat from strangers…no kill…just drink…”
“Maybe we can find her a better alternative.”, the pretty boy mumbles towards his partner whose irises shifts into the void as he thinks. “Come on, let me show you the guest bedroom.”
You follow him willingly with Eddie close behind and turn into a room you had flown by but never actually peered into. There wasn’t much to it, just an average appearing room with a bed and an end table but something about it felt off causing you to take a step back.
“No…Y/N will sleep in tree…”
“Sweetheart, hang on. You don’t have to sleep outside.”, Eddie tries to sooth even as your panicked eyes flick that way once more and your entire face grimaces. “What’s wrong with the room, Y/N?”
“You said you’d be honest.”, Steve reminded you, eliciting a soft sigh.
“Honest…room…cold…like home…no love…no boys.”
“Ok.”, the pretty murmurs, his own eyes scanning the area before an idea hits him. “Ok…Eddie help me, baby.”
“Yes, sir.”
You stand back, watching with amusement as both men grab the mattress and carefully carry it to their bedroom, placing it on the ground beside their bed.
“Will this be alright for right now?”
“Yes, sir.”, you answer, mimicking Eddie and making him cackle at the response.
When you finally fell asleep, they covered you with a blanket and climbed into bed themselves, Steve being Eddie’s big spoon as they laid on their sides to observe you.
“Out of all the demo creatures, I wonder why she looks so human.”
“And so beautiful.”
A breathy laugh leaves the former jocks chest as he presses his nose to his boyfriend’s cheek, pulling him tighter against him.
“Still a freak.”
“It’s one of the reason’s you love me.”, he teases with a grin of his own. “Maybe we can get Vickie and Robin to give us blood from the hospital so she doesn’t have to feed on people.”
“Yeah, I thought of that to.”
“Of course you did, Mr. Hero.”, Eddie replies with light mocking before rolling on to his back to meet the other boy’s soft features. “Don’t think I didn’t notice you try to take that bullet for me.”
“I mean, TECHNICALLY, it wasn’t for you—”
The metalhead’s fingers over his lips silence him.
“No. We talked about that to. You promised me and Henderson that you wouldn’t do shit like that anymore.”
“I know…I can’t help it, honey. You’ve already been through enough and it’s my job to look after you.”
Steve leans down to kiss his boyfriend’s lips not realizing that your eyes had opened to observe their interaction with a contented smile lingering on your lips.
##############
A few months had passed since you revealed yourself to Eddie and Steve and things had been going incredibly well which was odd for you.
Coming for a place filled with anger and death; to be suddenly bombarded by kindness and hope was startling but you were open to the change, no longer an observer but a participant.
Both men took time to teach you things like what to wear, how to do your hair, and how to “human” so to speak. Steve took you to practice where you watched him coach the kids under an umbrella to shield you from the sun. The base in his voice would drop when he shouted across the field and a huge smile would stretch across his gorgeous face when one of the children did something good.
Your studious eyes would take in how his arms would flex when he threw the ball or how his waist would turn when he hit it with a bat. One evening, he found you trying to mimic his movements making him chuckle while trying to hide his own amusement as to not embarrass you.
“Hey, honey. What are you doing?”
“Can you show Y/N how you…swing bat and hit ball?”
“Sure.” Taking your hand in his, he leads you to the plate and hands you a wooden bat. “Show me again how you were doing it.” You do what he says and he nods before giving you some pointers and running a few feet from you.
When he tosses the baseball your way, you swing a bit too aggressively as the ball whizzes right past you and you growl.
“No, no, hey, that was good.”, Steve praises, coming up behind you and circling his arms around you to grip your wrists. Your eyes close as that warm feeling flows through you and you press your back to his chest. “Now, you’re going to want to keep your hands a bit more apart…that’s it…and then swing…”
When he maneuvers you to simulate the motion, his own arms circle tighter around you and when you crane your neck to look up at him, his eyes meet yours with a soft smile accompanying.
“Alright, now try again.”
Running back to his spot, he lags a bit, building up the anxiety before finally tossing it your way. A loud crack fills the little area and you both watch as the ball flies over Steve’s head into the outfield.
“Atta girl!”, he shouts with excitement, running back your way to lift you in his arms.
Eddie taught you about something called Dungeons and Dragons and metal music, giggling like a little kid every time your face scrunched at the sound.
“Eddie! Too loud!”
“That’s the way to listen to it, sweetheart!”, he chuckled, pulling the headphones off your ears and beaming when your palms rubbed the cartilage. “What’s something you’d enjoy?”, he muses, slowly taking in all their cassettes and vinyl.
“Something not so rough…warm…like Eddie.”
The metalhead’s gaze shifts your way, tenderly reaching out to caress your cheek.
His head hangs as he thinks; about what you aren’t sure but after a couple of seconds he gently places the headphones back on your head and puts in a new tape. You brace for the loud crashing to blare through but when a subtle guitar fills your ears, your body calms.
“She don’t hide when the sun goes down
She just shines in a different way
Laughs like thunder, soft as rain
Turns my darkest hours into day
Cold hands, warmest heart
Yeah, she feels things deeper than most…”
Your grin grows as the delicate but husky timbre lulls you into what feels like safety and you embrace it fully.
“I love a vampire girl
Yeah, the world says we’re insane
But she sees the freak in me
And calls it beautiful, not strange
I love a vampire girl
Let ’em whisper, let ’em stare
If loving her’s a crime
Then I don’t want clean hands, I don’t care.”
“I like this. Who sings?”
“Eddie.”, he beams, pointing to himself as his cheeks blush. “I wrote that and sing it. I haven’t shown it to the guys yet but Steve thinks it could be a hit.”
Your eyes widen as you clap your hands.
“I love it! Y/N agrees with Stevie! Big hit for Eddie and friends.”
The metalhead laughs as you get more excited.
“Good, good! I’m glad you like it because I wrote it for you.”
Your body settles, your eyes locking with his chocolate ones.
“E-Eddie loves me?”, you ask, pointing to your chest to visually confirm for him that you meant yourself.
“Yes, pretty girl. Steve and I love you very much.”
Since that moment, you had separated yourself from them, choosing to be by yourself as you laid in your makeshift bed with their headphones over your ears.
When you watched them beforehand, you found their relationship fascinating and beautiful but it never once occurred to you that kind of love would ever find you. Why would it? You were a creature with wings and fangs that drank blood and grew up with violence.
That opportunity was never supposed to be allotted to you.
You couldn’t deny though that those warm feelings in your chest were getting almost too loud to ignore and your body was beginning to react to them in ways you had only seen them experience with each other.
They always wanted you to be honest so a few days later while they were in the living room watching something on TV, you powerwalked in and promptly turned it off, placing yourself in front of the boxy appliance.
“Hi. Um, sorry, I…May I talk to you?”, you ask, trying to sound confident even as your eyebrows raise. “Please.”
“Yeah, honey, of course. Is everything ok?”, Steve replies, removing his arm from around his boyfriend’s shoulders so they could both give you their attention.
“Yeah, I…You told me to always be honest and…I want the same…from you two.” You nod at your own words, affirming yourself as you continue. “Eddie said that you two love me…is that…is that true?”
Your voice cracks with fear causing both men to smirk before desperately trying to hide it as to not embarrass you.
“Yeah, sweetheart, it’s true.”, the metalhead answers with the other man following suit in agreement.
“O-O-Okay but do you…love me like you love each other?”
“What’s going on, Y/N? Why are you asking these questions?”
“Because Steve…”, you whine, your head hanging as you dance on the balls of your feet. “…Why would you love me? I-I’m a…a creature—”
“No, hey, come here.”, Eddie interrupts, reaching for your hand and guiding you to take a seat between them. “You’re not a creature; you’re different and that’s ok. These past few months, Y/N, I’ve seen things differently through your eyes that I can’t even explain. I felt the same way with Stevie. Yeah, I did.”, he nods when your eyes widen in shock. “Steve used to be really mean to everyone but after everything and seeing him become the man he is…I love him.”
The former jocks blushes, beaming wide when the other man rubs his back comfortingly.
“Honey, we understand this is all new for you. Trust me, it’s new territory for us but we do care about you very much and are willing to take as much time as you need.”
“I don’t think I have time.” Your words concern them as they both lean forward, waiting for you to explain. “I’ve been having these…feelings…when you two are around…I don’t think I can control them anymore.”
Silence fills the room, their eyes boring into your frame until Eddie’s handsome laugh reverberates through replacing it.
“Well, Steve, I guess you have a sex ed class to teach at home, babe.”
“Shut up.”, the man lightly growls reaching over to push his partner hoping to silence him. “Y/N, have you ever been intimate with anyone in your dimension?”
“Not like you two. We don’t even…press our lips together…it was always…um…like animal. Necessity.”
“Wow. Um, alright, we, uh, we can teach you some things if you’re up to it.”
“Out of curiosity, how much did you watch us do?”, Eddie asks doing everything he can to contain his grin.
“I…I don’t want to…make you un…uncom…”
“Uncomfortable?”, he finishes and again you nod. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, you aren’t. Just be honest.”
“I’ve seen you since you came home after everything. I know words because of how you say them. Eddie…sucking Steve’s cock or you riding him in the back of your van. I heard the moans and your faces. It…made me feel…warm…”
At the word, you place your hand over your lower belly, allowing your fingers to tap just below your waist.
“Fuck me.”, Eddie whispers, adjusting himself on the couch while trying desperately to cross his legs.
“You both call it making love. It’s different from the love you show outside your bed but it’s still…passionate…affectionate…love. Things I’ve never had.”
Steve nods, his eyes flicking to his boyfriend as if to silently ask if he’s alright with all this and his question is returned with a nod of his own.
“Ok, uh, how about we start with kissing? We can, uh—” Before he can finish his sentence, you climb on top of him and straddle his lap like you had seen his partner do numerous times. “Whoa, shit. O-Okay.”
“Problem, Stevie?”, Eddie teases making the pretty boy’s eyes close as he shakes his head.
“No, thank you, Edward.”
“Are you sure? I know it’s been a while since we’ve played together due to our unexpected house guest.”
Your head hangs and they catch it causing the boy beneath you to reach out and lightly hit the metalhead with his palm against his shoulder.
“Honey, don’t listen to him. He’s just joking around because he’s a dork.”
“I am, sweetheart. I just find it cute when Steve gets all nervous.”, he coos, pinching the man’s cheeks playfully.
“Why nervous? I would never…hurt or bite…boys…”
“No, baby, don’t…that’s not what he meant. I’m…” Steve pauses in the middle of his sentence, his eyes scanning yours as you wait desperately for his honest answer. “Fuck, you’re just really fucking beautiful and I don’t want to disappoint you, ok? I’m a guy. We get nervous about that stuff.”
Biting his bottom lips, Eddie leaned against his shoulder as your own smile painted your features.
“No reason to be nervous. Eddie and Steve always safe with Y/N.”
Gently smirking, his palm cups your cheek to bring your lips to his for a small peck. You jerk back after the fact, their irises observing as they wait.
“Soft.”, you grin, your thumb coming up to trace his bottom lip where your own had just been.
“Now you’re going to move your lips with mine.”
“Can you show me?”
Eddie beams when you gesture between them, not even hesitating as his hand cups his boyfriend’s cheek to turn him his way, allowing their mouths to meet for a tender exchange. You studied the movements, desperate to get it right and please them.
When they finally pull apart, you don’t allow Steve a moment to breath as you take ahold of his jaw and crash your mouth to his.
You were surprised at how good he tasted.
Anything ingestible in your world was as bland as they come. When you fed in their world, the blood was incredibly sweet and almost had you drunk on the taste. You learned over time to take it in moderation finding it left you full for longer than the blood you ate in your world.
Steve’s lips were a combination of many different things including the toothpaste they introduced you to and something else you couldn’t fully identify but you knew you needed more of.
Both your hands clung to his neck just below his ears, pulling him as close to you as you could get.
“Fuck…”, he panted when your lips lifted for a moment to allow you both to breathe. “Wa—wait, wait, baby. Fuck.”
“How did she do, baby?”, Eddie whispers, his hand sliding between you both to massage his chest over his shirt.
“Good.”, Steve answers breathlessly, his eyes meeting your now half lidded ones. “You did really, really good. H-How did it feel, Y/N?” You nod you head as you rush forward wanting to taste him again but his grip on your face keeps you in place. “Slow, pretty girl, slow. Do you wanna kiss Eddie, baby?”
As he calls you by the name you’ve heard him call Eddie numerous times in that husky timbre, your hips involuntarily roll causing the man beneath you to groan at the feeling.
The metalhead smirks at you both, gesturing you onto his lap which you oblige before jerking upward slightly at the bulge in his shorts.
“Sorry, just watching you two and doing this whole thing here is kinda hot.”
“That’s…that’s good?”
“Yes, sweetheart, that’s very good.”, he murmurs, grin growing as his fingers tangle in your hair while gripping the side of your face. “Can I kiss you?”
You answer his question by placing your lips on his, starting slow at first before your movement builds. Your mouth opens slightly to allow for air but the other boy takes the opportunity to slide his tongue against your own.
The action and taste of him consumes you causing a jolt of electricity to ripple through you down to your core. Your hips once again roll, pressing down on Eddie’s growing bulge in a way that satisfied that ache.
“Eddie.”
“Yeah, fuck, I felt that to. Do you want to take off your pants so you can get a better angle?”
You nodded even though you didn’t fully understand what that meant, rising to your feet so you could do what he suggested. While they waited, both men exchanged passionate kisses of their own, sliding closer together so their hands could roam.
“My dick is hard just from her lips.”
“I know. It’s almost too much. Reminds me of my first time with you.”
Eddie grins at his partners compliment, giving him another peck before focusing on you, taking your hands in his to bring you back onto his lap.
“You feel that?” You nod, his palms sliding down to your hips to guide you lower against him. “That’s just from you and Steve kissing me. You taste fucking amazing, sweetheart.”
“I do? I was worried…”
“No reason to be.”, he comforted, guiding your mouth back down to his.
“Y/N, why don’t you grind your hips down like you did before.”, Steve suggested, placing his hand on your lower back to guide the motion. “There you go, honey. Does that feel good?”
A little whine leaves you as you nod, hugging Eddie’s head to your chest as he kisses the exposed skin.
“Ah, fuck. Just feel it, baby. Make yourself cum.”
With hazy vision, you watch as the other man pulls down his pants and allows his cock to spring free, scooting closer to his partner’s palm that blinding reaches for him till Steve takes hold of his wrist to guide him where he needs to be.
The pretty boy groans, throwing his head back against the sofa as the metalhead strokes him, occasionally running his thumb along his slit that has him swallowing thickly. The sight alone sends tingles through your body causing your hips to automatically roll harder and faster against the boy beneath you.
“E-Eddie…”
“You got it, sweetheart. Keep going, it’s ok.”, he encourages, placing his free hand behind your back to help.
An overwhelming feeling washes over you, your rhythm faltering as you try to close your legs around Eddie’s hips to no avail.
“Good, fuck me. Good girl. How did that feel?”
Something in your demeanor changes, your black eyes meeting his before crawling to climb on Steve’s lap.
“More.”, you whisper, your lips attaching to his neck. “Want more.”
“Jesus Christ.”, he mewls, his eyes rolling back as you grind against him. “W-Wait, baby, wait. You said…Y/N!”, Steve shouts, palms cupping your cheeks and forcing you to focus. “You said you had never experienced soft and loving before. Let-Let us show you. Let us love you the way you deserve.”
Blinking, your regular-colored irises push forth making the pretty boy smile as he kisses your lips.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…”
“No reason to be sorry, honey. How about we head towards the bedroom? You can let us take care of you.”
You nod, rising to your feet with your legs still trembling from your most recent orgasm before Eddie lifts you bridal style to carry you the rest of the way.
After playfully tossing you onto their mattress, both men fall on either side of you, kiss your neck while their hands roamed and they removed the rest of their clothing along with yours.
“Fuck, you are so beautiful.”
Smiling, you cup the coach’s cheek in your hand and bring his lips to yours as the metalhead kisses down your frame, his tongue dragging against your tummy to your luscious thighs. When the organ grazed where the previous ache had been, that electricity shot through you but stronger.
“Oh.”
“Good oh or bad oh?”
“G-Good. Good oh. Please do that again.” Both men exchanged a smirk and Eddie honored your request, pressing his wide, wet tongue back to your clit, flicking against it while his palms held your legs firmly open. “Go…go…” Steve flashes you a confused look as you point towards the other man. “Make him feel good to. Like…fuck…like watching you.”
“Yeah? Ok, baby.”
Your eyes closed, absorbing the feeling of the long-haired boy’s mouth devouring you like you were a goddess on the alter. Beings in your realm never even bothered to put their mouths on you, not even to place a tender a kiss on your lips.
Animals.
You and your people were like animals.
These men even before tonight made you feel like a human; like one of them and you wanted more.
Eddie’s mouth vibrated against you as he moaned and your eyes shot open to see Steve behind him, his own tongue licking and playing with metalhead’s entrance as his large palms kneaded the meat of his ass.
“Fuck, Steve, j-just like that.”, he mewled, bringing his fingers to his mouth and coating them with his saliva before guiding them into your core, grinning when your back arches in pleasure. “You ok, sweetheart?”
“Feels…good.”
Both men pause for a moment at the drop in your voice but when your normal iris color reflects back at them they continue.
“Th-that’s it, Y/N. Roll your hips against me like you did on the couch.”
“Cum for us, pretty girl.”
Your body shakes as that ball in belly explodes again, whining slightly when Eddie continues to suck on your bundle of nerves hoping to elongate your high.
Through heavy eyelids, you watch as the metalhead pushes up onto his knees to meet his partners awaiting lips and they passionately kiss.
“I can taste her on your tongue. Fuck, babe.”
“I’ve never had a pussy so sweet.”, he whispers back, wrapping his arm around Steve’s neck while the other boy reaches to casually stroke his boyfriend’s leaking cock.
“More.”
Both sets of eyes give you attention, groaning slightly when you fully open your legs to display your dripping cunt to them.
Eddie moves out of the former jocks way so he can crawl up your frame with a smile, balancing on his palms as his face hovers over yours.
“Are you sure? If you want to stop, honey, we can. We’ll still love you.”
You nod, your limbs securing around his broad frame before tilting up to kiss him.
“I love you to.”
Taking a hold of the base of his shaft, Steve runs his tip between your folds eliciting a shudder from you that has him biting his lip to contain his grin from growing, his head hanging as he gradually pushes himself into you.
“Holy fuck.”, the man groans, his palms coming around to balance on either side of your head as he pumped himself a bit deeper into you giving you a couple of inches at a time, slowly stretching you out.
“How does she feel, baby?”, Eddie murmured, his fingers brushing his boyfriend’s hair away from his face.
The former jock heavily exhaled the moment he bottomed out as if he had been holding his breath the entire time before a low growl followed. Chocolate eyes glanced your way, your own hues watching Steve as his stomach flexed and his hips provided a cursory rough thrust that had the same growl emitting from his chest.
“That good, Steven?”
“You have…no fucking…idea.”, he groaned, setting a steady pace that had you moaning beneath him.
“What about you, Y/N? How does Steve feel?”, Eddie cooed, kneeling beside you both and petting your head with his palm.
“M-More.”
The pretty boy’s chest pressed to yours, fingers tangling in your hair as your nails dragged down his back making him wince slightly as he rolled his waist allowing his cock to hit that sensitive spot inside you repeatedly and your core to clench tightly around him.
“Fuck, baby, I’ve never had a pussy like yours. You feel like heaven.”
Was this heaven? You had never experienced anything like this in your life. Something or someone that felt so good and made you feel so complete.
“I love you, Steve.”
“I love you to, pretty girl.” Skin slapping skin echoed obscenely through the room as a loud whimper of pleasure escaped your lips and you mewl his name. “That’s right, honey, keep saying my name…just like that…”
A shadow gets your attention and you both turn to see Eddie stroking himself in front of his boyfriend’s face. The man doesn’t even hesitate, opening his mouth and allowing him to cling to his luscious head of hair while the long-haired man subtly pumped his hips, gliding his cock along his partner’s tongue.
“Shit—you both look so fucking sexy. Cum again, sweetheart. Let him feel you squeeze around him.”, Eddie urged as Steve’s rhythm hastened, knowing he won’t last too much longer. “Come on, baby, cum again for us.”
When the coil in your stomach snapped this time, it was much more aggressive than the others as your fingers dug into his skin to ground yourself as your orgasm washed over you.
“God fucking damn it.”, the former jock hissed, choking slightly when he pulled away from his boyfriend’s dick to focus on his own high. It didn’t take him long and after a few more sloppy thrusts you felt him empty his release within you. “Fuck me.”
Eddie smiles as he leans down to kiss your forehead.
“Are you ready for me or do you need a break? I’ll still love you to.”
“Want…more…”
Grinning, the metalhead turns you onto your side after the other boy pulls out and maneuvers you closer to the middle of the mattress as he crawls in bringing your back to his chest.
“Alright, sweetheart, lift your leg for me…atta girl…”, he praises in your ear, poking at your entrance before feeling your hand take hold of his cock.
"Can I do it?"
His grin shifts to a cocky smirk as he tenderly kisses your shoulder and helps by holding you open with his hand.
“Yeah, baby, you can do it. Put my dick in that wet, little pussy.” Helping to guide you, Eddie slowly pumped his lower half against you, his leaking tip breaching your core with a soft squelch of your slick and Steve’s spend. “Jesus, Steve, you really filled her up, didn’t you?”
“I couldn’t help it. She felt too good.”, he murmured lazily, fingers reaching up to caress your cheek.
A ringed palm cups your breast while the other grips your hip as Eddie pounds into you, abusing that now overstimulated spongy spot that had your eyes rolling closed as you allowed him to take you, collapsing fulling against him.
“Fuck, Eddie. Is it…supposed to feel… this good?”, you whine.
“With someone you love, baby, yes.”, he whispers, your eyes fluttering open to meet the other boy’s gaze knowing he heard and agreed. “I love you to, Y/N… you and Steve.”
The pretty boy leans over you to give his partner a passionate kiss, fueling him to thrust his cock deeper into you at an overwhelming pace.
“I…I love you both…No one has ever…ever made me feel like this.” Fingers slide from your waist to your clit, rubbing fast circles and you knew in that moment you were gone. “Ed…Eddie!”
“Jesus fuck.”, he grunted, his release painting your walls abruptly as you came one final time that night, your cunt spasming around him, milking him for every last drop. “You are going to be the death of me, baby. You ok?”
When you don’t answer, Eddie lifts his head to see tears streaking your cheeks.
“Hey, hey, what’s wrong, honey?”, Steve inquires, pushing up on his elbow to scan you over. “Get off her, Ed. You may be hurting her.”
You giggle as the metalhead does what he’s told, his worried eyes taking you in.
“Like you could.”, you whimper. “Unless it makes you feel better…thinking you can physically hurt me.”
“I mean we did take out all those creatures AND Vecna—ow!”, Eddie whines when his partner hits his bicep. “What?!”
“That was her home, idiot.”
“No. Never really home. I’m…different…always was. I…”, you pause as you search for the right words. “I knew…I wanted this…” You gesture between you three. “I just didn’t know what it was called…because I’ve never had it…”
“Had what, sweetheart?”
“Love.” As you begin to cry harder, Eddie pulls you to his chest as Steve circles his arms around you both.
After calming words and soft kisses, they lift you into the bathroom where you allow them to clean you and themselves, your eyes taking them in now in this new euphoric light. Your fingers reach out to graze one of metalhead’s scars before tilting forward to press your lips against it.
“I wish we had known you were down there…in the upside down…so we could have saved you and loved you sooner.” You smile as he places a shirt over your naked frame, guiding you back to bed just as Steve comes into the bedroom with a glass of water that he hands to his partner.
“Do you need anything, honey? Normally part of my after care is bathing and then make sure he’s hydrated but…”
“No, baby, Y/N ok.”
Both men exchange a look as the former jock saunters towards the mattress where you were waiting.
“Did you just call me baby?”
“I…I did. Is…may I?”
Smirking, Steve playfully grips your cheeks and brings your lips to his.
“You can call me whatever you want, beautiful, as long as you’re comfortable.”
Fingers grip you shoulder and pull you back into tattooed arms where you’re met with another gentle kiss from Eddie that has you laughing and they revel in the sound.
“I love you.”, you say with a firmness that has them blushing. “Thank you for loving me to.”
“Sweetheart, you never have to thank us for that.”
Steve climbs under the covers, throwing his arm over both your hips the way you had seen him do with Eddie so many times before as you listen to them casually talk about things the way they did every night before your eyes became too heavy to keep open.
The last think you hear before falling asleep is their husky tones as they both whisper gentle but confidently…
“I love you, vampire girl.”
“I love you to, honey. Sweet dreams.”
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Steddie Asks here/ Steddie Masterlist
Tagging the regulars (if I miss anyone I'm sorry!):
Hey can you please write something with Mean dom Steve and a Plus size Reader with some breeding kink or something
I am going feral just think about it 🫠
A/N: I know I've had these for a while. It takes me a hot minute! This is my first time utilizing Frat Boy Steve but alas...I love him in that hat so here we go.
Not a Dream (Frat!Boy Steve & Plus Size Y/N)
Warnings: Mean Dom Frat Boy Stevie & Subby Fem Plus Size Y/N, breeding kink, p in v, dirty talk, humiliation (calls her a slut and whore). Fluffy ending :)
Word Count: 1091
How could this be happening?
This was definitely a dream right?
Then why could you feel the coldness of the bathroom sink your breast were pressed against as your body lurched forward with every hard thrust coming from behind you? Why would you feel his fingers digging roughly into the meat of your hips as he held you in place between the counter and himself?
Why could you hear every sexy grunt that left his lips with every smack of his hips against your ass as he clung to your skirt that was bunched around your waist as leverage? Why could you clearly see his reflection within the mirror in front of you watching between your bodies as his large cock disappeared inside of your cunt before he pulled himself all the out and slammed himself back into you.
Honey irises met yours and he couldn’t help but smirk as his hand reached around you to grab your throat and pull you towards him till your back was against his hairy chest.
“Look at you, honey. Just falling apart on my dick like the good little slut you are.”, he murmured roughly, his words flowing through your curvy form down to your core that clenched around him.
No, this wasn’t a dream. University Football Captain and President of the Hawkins U Fraternity Steve Harrington was actually fucking you in the downstairs bathroom with the party he put together raging just on the other side.
“Fuck, your pussy feels too fucking good. What would your date say if he saw you like this? Hm?” When all you do is mewl, a growl emits from his throat. “I don’t like being ignored, little girl.”
Your arm tries to wrap around his neck but he roughly takes hold of the limb and traps it around your stomach with his own.
“Maybe since you won’t answer we can find out from the source.”
“No!”, you shout as he reaches for the door. “No, please.”
“Yeah, that’s what I thought. If you were my girl and I found you like this I’d drag you out by your hair in front of all those people and spank this sexy ass in front of the entire school.”
To punctuate his point, his palm loudly smacks your behind and you try to conceal your moan behind your palm.
“Dirty girl. You’d like that wouldn’t you? Tell me.”
“Yes, Steve, fuck.”
Calloused fingers slide down your thick tummy till they find your clit, rubbing firm circles against your nub that shoots an electricity through you till your head is leaning against his bare shoulder.
“He doesn’t fuck you this good, does he? You can open your legs for everyone on campus but no one will fuck you like me.” Your body pushes back against his but his grip remains firm as his digits move faster between your legs. “No, no, baby. Don’t run from it. That’s it. Cum on my cock…That’s it.”
Your frame trembles as you come undone, his fingers still maneuvering around your bundle of nerves till you finally stop shaking.
His smiling reflection meets yours in the mirror before he abruptly smacks your upper half back over the counter and sets a rough pace as he chases his own release. His palm tangles in your hair, smushing your cheek against the marble as he spanks your ass.
“Maybe I should cum inside you till I’m—fuck—till my balls are empty and I knock you up. Then everyone here will know who you fucking belong to. This pussy is mine, little whore. Say it.”
“My…my pussy is yours…Steve.”
“Beg me, Y/N.”
“Fuck, Steve, please! You own me! Fill me up so deep so everyone knows I belong to Steve Harrington.”
He grunts at your pleas till you feel his rhythm falter and he pounds his seed into your core, warming your insides.
You both pant till you feel him gradually pull his now softening cock out of your sore hole and kneel to the floor to pull your panties back up your legs.
“Seriously? You’re not going to even clean between my legs?”
The jock raises an inquiring eyebrow up at you as he adjusts your skirt before bouncing to his feet to do the same with your shirt.
“You said you wanted me to fill you up. Do you really think a tissue will help?”, he teases, leaning forward till his forehead rests on yours. “I don’t do anything halfway, honey.”
“Obviously.”, you giggle, your palms coming up to cup his cheeks to bring his mouth to yours. When he sighs, you pull back slightly to see his eyes are closed. “Are you ok?”
“I didn’t like seeing you with that fucker out there.”, he answers, gesturing towards the bathroom door.
“I know but my friend’s surprised me with a blind date. That’s what happens when you have a relationship that’s kept secret.”
“Then maybe we should tell people, huh?” Smiling your way, Steve takes off his cap and places it backward on your head just as it had been on his own. “You hang on to this now and then tonight after the party you can have my lettermen.”
“Ooooh, I feel special.”, you grin, reaching up to fix his hair and biting your bottom lip when he bends his knees a bit so you have easier access. “I’ll see you later?”
Nodding, he gives you one last peck before heading back out into his party making you laugh when hear him loudly exclaim in excitement as you assume he heads for the keg. You’re proven right when you saunter past him being held upside down by his friends as you find your own and throw your body down on the couch beside them.
“Where have you been?! Your date left!”, your friend shouts over the music in annoyance, her eyes taking you in as she blinks finally recognizing what was different. “Is that Douchebag Steve Harrington’s hat?! I thought you hated him!”
You shrug as your eyes flick his way, watching as he’s placed on his feet with beer dripping down his chin and chest, his nose scrunching as he laughs hard with his fraternity brothers.
“I did but turns out he’s not as big of an asshole as he appears to be.”
When his irises find yours, you uncross your legs before recrossing them, displaying your panties for half a second as you smirk and raise your glass his way just as he delivers you one of his signature knees weakening winks.
SMUTTT thinking of steve harrington who can’t keep his eyes off chubby!readers tits the first time he sees you in a shorter cut dress at a party… enough that he just NEEDS to get you alone and out of it. Luckily Eddies van is empty at the edge of the forest and he left youwith the keys.🐞🐞 (steve is SUCH a boob guy)
⋆˙⟡ just a moment
ᯓ★ boyfriend!steve harrington x f!reader
⋆.𐙚 ̊ cw — mdni!!! smut, p in v, unprotected sex, steve is so subby and needy, kind of oral fixation (steve looooves your boobs), alcohol consumption
⋆.𐙚 ̊ summary — steve sees you in a different style of dress for the first time and absolutely loses his mind. its impossible to resist, which is exactly why he’s dragging you off to the car for a moment alone.
⋆.𐙚 ̊ author’s note — thank you so much for the request love!!! i lowkey loved this idea and it was a little different from the stuff i usually write but the second i read it, i immediately had a vision and i hope this lives up to the request. please send in some more!!!
⋆.𐙚 ̊ wc — 2.01k
⊹₊˚‧︵‿₊୨ᰔ୧₊‿︵‧˚₊⊹ please do not copy, rewrite, or repost my works on any other platforms or pages.
the annoyingly bright florescent lights of the star court mall boutique hummed, casting a bright glow over the racks of neon fabrics and denim. you walked past the displays, your arms already heavy with a couple of records and a new guitar strap you’d managed to find for eddie’s birthday. shopping for your older brother was usually easy—just find anything black, studded, or related to heavy metal—but today, a stray mannequin near the back of the store had caught your eye.
it was wearing a dress. it wasn't your usual style at all—no baggy band tees or flowy maxy dresses to hide behind. usually, you avoided shorter, more revealing cuts. finding clothes that fit right was always a gamble, especially with a bigger chest; things either pulled too tight across your top or ended up looking like a shapeless tent.
but this one was different. it was a deep brown tone, with a slightly lower neckline and a hemline that hit a few inches above the knee. something about the cut made you pause.
“why not?” you muttered to yourself, slipping the hanger off the rack before you could talk yourself out of it.
in the dingy changing room, you set eddiems birthday gifts down and carefully stepped into the dress. as you pulled it up and adjusted the straps, you braced yourself for the usual disappointment. you reached for the zipper, waiting for it to catch, but it slid up smoothly.
turning to face the full-length mirror, your eyes widened.
the dress didn't just fit—it looked incredible. the lower neckline framed your breasts perfectly without feeling uncomfortable, and the fabric hugged your curves in exactly the right places before flaring out slightly at the waist. the shorter length felt fun and bold, completely different from the baggier, long clothes you were usually forced to opt for anyway.
for the first time in a long time, you didn't see the flaws in the mirror. you just saw how vibrant and confident you looked. a massive smile broke across your face, and you twirled slightly, watching the fabric move.
you couldn't wait to buy it. eddie’s birthday party was the perfect excuse to finally wear something that made you feel this spectacular.
hours had passed since then. now, you stood in front of your bedroom mirror, smoothing your hands down the fabric of the dress one last time. seeing yourself like this—confident, vibrant, and wearing something that actually made you feel amazing—felt entirely new, and you couldn't help but smile at your reflection.
a sharp knock on the door broke the quiet. "hey, kid! you ready? everyone’s waiting, and i am ready to celebrate!" eddie’s voice boomed from the hallway.
"yeah, just a second!" you called back.
remembering that eddie would definitely be celebrating with a few beers tonight, you walked over to your nightstand and snatched his van keys. as the designated driver for the night, you slipped them safely into your purse before opening the door. eddie took one look at you, gave a proud, approving nod at seeing his little sister looking so happy and confident, and the two of you headed out to the van.
the drive to steve’s house was filled with the usual loud music and eddie drumming on the steering wheel, but your heart raced a little faster as you pulled into the driveway.
when you walked through the front door, the crowded house seemed to fade into the background the exact second steve looked up. he caught sight of you from across the room, and his jaw practically dropped. he didn't even say goodbye to the person he was talking to. he walked straight over to you, his eyes locked onto yours, full of absolute adoration.
"hey, gorgeous," steve breathed, his voice warm and filled with awe as he stepped into your space. he immediately wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close against his chest. "you look... absolutely stunning. i can't even take my eyes off you."
"you like it?" you asked, a flush of happiness hitting your cheeks.
“i love it. i love everything about it," he murmured, his hands resting securely on your waist, completely unwilling to let you go. he leaned down, pressing soft, lingering kisses to your forehead and temple, mumbling against your skin about how incredible you looked.
your cheeks tinged red as they began to grow hot, making you curl up in his touch. you gently pushed at his chest and broke free from his grasp. “i’m gonna get a drink. you want anything?”
steve was right. he literally couldn’t take his eyes off of you. they didn’t even know where the focus. they were trailing down from your face, to your chest, all the way down to your shoes, and back up to repeat the cycle in a scrambled order. “just, uhm…” his voice trailed off, licking his lips as he admired how beautifully this dress fit. “beer. just a beer please, honey.”
he looked like a sad puppy for entirety of your walk to his fridge. he couldn't breathe. he actually couldn't breathe. the fact that everyone could see you in that pretty dress while he had to watch from afar, irked him in a way he wasn’t ready to admit.
and the moment you returned, he was cracking open the bottle cap with his teeth and pulling you into him, your chest flush to his with his big hand splayed over your back. “you look like a fucking dream, you know that?”
steve was already one or two beers deep from the casual sips while setting up, the alcohol stripping away his usual composure and replacing it with a desperate, starving hunger. he didn't just want you; he was fucking obsessed.
he had spent the last hour practically glued to your side, his body pressing into yours every chance he got. he wasn't subtle either. his hand was permanently anchored to you, his fingers digging into the soft, plush curve of your tummy, kneading the skin through the fabric of the dress. he loved how you felt—how soft and yielding you were. he kept sliding his hand down, pawing at the fat of your hips, squeezing your flesh with a needy intensity. and the moment he pressed himself tight up against your side, you could feel exactly how hard he was under his jeans.
"god, you're so beautiful," he groaned, his voice thick and hazy. he leaned in, his breath smelling of beer and smoke, pressing wet, sloppy kisses all over your cheeks, your jawline, and the sensitive skin of your neck. he was practically vibrating against you. "you have no idea, honey... i can't even think. i can't even fucking look at anyone else."
he shifted closer, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear, his voice dropping to a filthy, guttural whisper. "i want you so bad. i want to feel every inch of you. please, baby... just let me take you upstairs. i’ll be so quick, i promise. no one’ll even notice we’re gone... just me and you. i need to get you out of this dress. i need to taste you."
you chuckled and lightly pushed at his chest to create some space between the two of you. “steve, we can’t just leave. it’s my brother’s party,” you reasoned, pecking his lips to help soften the rejection. “what if someone find us hiding up there?”
he towered back over your, lazily mouthing at your neck. “we can go to the car,” he suggested, completely intoxicated by you. he couldn’t help but suck a deep purple bruise just below the neckline of your dress. one wrong move and everyone would see it. “no one will come looking for us out there.”
when you finally nodded, a small, breathless smile on your lips, steve let out a sound that was half-moan, half-sob. he didn't just walk you out— he practically steered you, his hands unable to stay still for a single second.
as you led him toward the door, you couldn’t help but anxiously glance around for any eyes watching. steve followed close behind you, his large palms gripping your ass, squeezing the soft cheeks through the dress, pulling you back against his hardness with every step. he was extremely bold and clingy from the beer and the desperation, his hands wandering upward, reaching around to paw at your breasts. he kneaded them firmly, his thumbs brushing over your nipples through the cloth, his breath hot and ragged against your shoulder.
"so big," he whimpered, his voice trembling. "so fucking soft. i’m going to devour you the second we hit that seat."
your felt another flicker of anxiety, glancing back at the house where the party was still roaring. "steve, stop," you whispered, your voice a mix of a plea and a command. "slow down. someone’s going to see us. we’re in the middle of the street—what if someone walks by?"
steve didn't even flinch. he stopped for a second, pulling you flush against his hard chest, his eyes dark and clouded with lust. a smirk played on his lips, arrogant and completely smitten.
"let them," he rasped, his voice dropping into a low, possessive growl. "i don't give a fuck. i want them to see. i want everyone to know exactly how crazy my gorgeous girl makes me. i want them to see how much I need you."
you stopped dead in your tracks and turned to face him. you tried to keep your face stern, masking the smile that was tugging at the corners of your mouth. You put your hands on his chest, pushing him back just an inch, your eyes narrowing.
"no," you said firmly, your voice taking on a sharp, assertive edge. "you are going to behave. you will wait two minutes until we get to the car, and then you can do whatever you want. do you understand?"
the effect on steve was instantaneous. he didn't fight you. instead, he practically melted. the sight of you taking charge, putting him in his place with that stern look, sent a fresh jolt of heat straight to his groin. he looked at you with wide, dilated pupils, his chest heaving.
he nodded submissively, his head bobbing almost like a little puppy, his teeth sinking into his lower lip as he fought the urge to just pin you against the nearest fence. he loved it. he absolutely loved being told what to do by you. he was exactly where he wanted to be—completely at your fingertips and utterly desperate for the moment you finally let him lose control.
"yes, ma'am," he whispered, his voice shaking with anticipation. "whatever you want. just... please, can we hurry?"
by the time you reached the van at the end of the street, steve was barely holding it together. he damn near ripped the back doors off the hinges, lifted you you inside, and practically tackled you onto the bench seat, his eyes wide and glazed with a primal, unfiltered hunger for every single curve of your body.
the moment the van doors slammed shut, the silence of the street was replaced by the frantic, desperate sounds of steve’s breathing. he didn't just want you, he was literally starving for you. he descended on you like a man possessed, his hands shaking as he gripped the fabric of your dress. “fuck, honey. need you so bad.” he loved how you looked in it, but the need to feel your bare skin was overriding everything. he practically ripped the fabric down, the dress sliding over your hips to reveal the lush, soft curves he had been dreaming about all night.
when your breasts finally spilled out, free and heavy, steve let out a choked, guttural sound. he didn't even wait. he collapsed on top of you, his heavy weight pinning you into the bench seat, and dove straight for your chest.
"god, look at them... look at you," he whimpered, his voice broken. he began nursing on your breast with a primal intensity, his lips sealing around one large, soft nipple as he sucked hard, his tongue swirling around the peak. he was a complete fucking mess, his face flushed, his eyes glazed over with pure adoration. “jesus christ, baby. you’re gonna fucking kill me in this pretty thing.” he moved from one breast to the other, licking, biting, and sucking on the pale skin, leaving a trail of wet, hot marks across your chest. he was completely enamored by the size and softness of them, his hands palming your breasts, squeezing them together to push them closer to his mouth.
"so perfect... fuck, you're so fucking perfect," he mumbled against your skin, his voice thick and needy.
while he was devouring your breasts, his hips were grinding relentlessly into you, his hard length pressing against your center. he could feel your cunt soaking straight through the thin fabric of your underwear. he fumbled with his belt, the metallic clinking of the buckle sounding frantic in the small space. he didn't take his eyes off you for a second, his gaze hungry and devoted. with a desperate grunt, he freed his huge, pulsing cock and guided himself to your opening.
he slid into you slowly, a long, deep stretch that filled you completely. steve let out a loud, melodic moan, his head falling back against the seat as he felt the crushing tightness of your cunt. he was shaking, his entire body trembling from the sheer sensation of being inside you.
“oh god... you're so tight... so fucking warm," he gasped, his voice straining. he began to rut into you, his hips moving in slow, heavy thrusts that drove him deeper and deeper. he wasn't just fucking you; it’s like he was trying to merge into one with you, wanting to be as close as humanly possible.
every time he pushed forward, his hands stayed glued to your breasts, kneading the soft flesh, lifting them up so he could watch them bounce with every thrust. the mix of hushed whispers, of praise and desperation and moans, in your ear was enough to make you want to scream.
it doesn’t take long until his hot mouth is back on your breasts, sucking hard and licking at your peaked nipples. it was all too much. “oh! stevie, mmph! please— need to slow down,” you whined, blinking back the thick tears pooling in your eyes. “i can’t— fuck, i can’t mess up my makeup.”
he released your skin with a wet pop and pressed a long, sweet kiss to your lips. “we’ll get you fixed up later, honey. oh, fuck. i promise,” he gasped out. "i can't... i can't even think when i’m looking at your tits," he groaned, his pace picking up, becoming more frantic. "i love them so much. i love every fucking inch of you. shit, i’m not gonna last... baby, i’m not gonna last if you keep looking at me like that... fuck, i need you... i need all of you."
he was a shipwreck of a man, completely undone by your body, his moans filling the van as he drove himself into your warmth, obsessed with the way you felt and the way you looked beneath him.
with a sudden, powerful surge of strength, steve gripped your hips and rolled you both over in one fluid motion. he sat up against the back of the van seats, his back against the cool leather and your legs situated on either side of his thighs, seating you firmly on top of him.
the change in position was electric. now, you were the one in control, bouncing slowly on his huge cock, and the view for steve was nothing short of heavenly. your heavy breasts were perfectly positioned right in his face, swaying and jiggling with every downward press. he looked up at you with eyes that were completely blown out, his expression one of pure, unfiltered worship.
as you sank down, the small patch of coarse hair at the base of his cock rubbed perfectly against your clit, creating a friction that had you gasping and arching your back into him. steve let out a strangled noise, his hands immediately flying to your body. one hand stayed anchored to your clit, his fingers dancing over the sensitive nub in a rhythmic, driving motion that pushed you closer to the edge, while the other hand gripped your breast, pulling it firmly into his mouth.
he began to suck on you again, his tongue swirling around your nipple while he looked up at you through his lashes. he wasn't just focused on the sex; he was obsessed with your entire body. he reached down, his large hand sliding over the soft, pillowy curve of your tummy, his fingers digging into the plushness of your thighs. he loved the way your skin felt—soft, warm, and abundant. he was a complete sucker for every single curve, every fold of your beautiful body.
"you’re so perfect," he whispered, his voice a ragged, shaking mess. "god, i’m the luckiest man in the fucking world. looking at you, feeling you... you're an angel, baby. you’re fucking unreal."
he started to thrust upward with a sudden, violent intensity, his hips snapping up to meet your descent. he wanted to feel the impact, wanted to see the way your tits bounced and jiggled harder with every heavy hit. he was practically whimpering now, the sound of his desperation filling the cramped space of the van.
"look at them, honey. look at how pretty they bounce for me," he groaned, his eyes locked on your chest as he hammered upward into you. "i can't fucking get enough. i’m never getting enough of you. please, baby— hmph. just keep riding me. just keep taking all of it."
This is a perfect encapsulation of why I believe Steve LOVES big beautiful curvy girlies. He loves the jiggle lol and those big gorgeous hands can handle our bodies perfectly 👌
