Hi hi! I was previously Songbirdofthenight but I felt it time for a retheme!
18+ MDNI/ Ageless Blogs DNI
Who am I: Hi! I’m songbird (or birdie)! I have been writing fanfiction for a while, though I started posting on tumblr in about 2021.
My fandoms: Stranger Things and Ghost right now!
Who I will write for: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley (Stranger Things), and Papa Emeritus IV or Fater Imperator or Cardinal Copia- whichever iteration really (Ghost)
My favorite things: I love reading! Especially Ali Hazelwood books. I love music, some of my favorite artists are Ghost, Frankie Valli, Djo, and Hers! I love movies like Grease, The Rocky Horror Picture Show, Howl’s Moving Castle, and White Christmas. I love Stranger Things and Heated Rivalry too!
Steve “keep your eyes on the mirror angel” Harrington
“You feel incredible honey, so tight n warm for me.” All you could manage in response was a half coherent moan as Steve plowed into you. His hand swept over your cheek, brushing away stray hairs as your body jostled under his movement. Your limbs were splayed out beneath him, skin bruised in darkening purple shapes. “C’mon honey tell me how good you feel.” He begged. Your mouth hung open with soft sounds fleeing. Mixes of so good Stevie and please don’t stop intertwined with your angelic moans. Steve loved watching you fall apart. What he loved even more was the idea of you watching yourself. At some point Steve hung a simple mirror above your bed. He fantasized for the day about what he’d do to make you watch yourself fall apart on his cock. And here you were. His thrusts became sloppier and less rhythmic, grunts and moans blending with yours. “C’mon baby, just a little more.” His brown, lust blown eyes gaze over you, “eyes open angel, watch yourself come undone on my cock. See how pretty you are?” Your mouth was agape, eyes hooded. You were a sight to beheld. Steve’s thumb slid across your clit, swiping back and forth matching his thrusts. You whined as you crept over the edge “cumming Steve, cumming fuck, fuck, Steve!” You cried out watching as the orgasm descended over your body. Steve was not far behind, pulling out and spilling all over your stomach with a groan. You heaved in silence for a moment. Steve shifted and laid beside you admiring the scene above him. “So pretty all fucked out n’ covered in me. Gonna fuck you like this more often.”
Runs his calloused hands across your bare skin. You shiver. His warm caress is so soothing yet teasing you for what’s to come. His hands soothe your hips thumbs swiping over your pubic bound.
“Eddie please” you whine, bucking into his hand.
“I’ve got you baby so soon, ‘Kay? Gonna let me warm you up yeah? Want me to poor that warm wax all over you?”
You nod frantically humming an ‘mhm’. Eddie rises onto his knees, reaching for the dimming candle. Wax pooled in the center of the cylinder. You watch as the dim flame hovers over your body. You’re a wreck of nerves and anticipation, chest heaving. Eddie’s free hand runs across your cheek, “shhh baby,” he hums, reaching for the pillow beside you, “hold still f’me, bite your pillow.”
“‘Kay,” you sigh moving the pillow over your mouth. You close your eyes as Eddie tips the candle. Hot wax splashes on the skin of your lower stomach, you cry out into the plush over your mouth. “That’s it baby, so good for me. Feels good, yeah?”
“Yeah,” you moan out. Eddie tips the candle once more, moving the cascade up your stomach right between your tits. Another scream rips from your throat. Eddie sets the candle down and traces his fingers on your delicate skin. “So so good f’me,” he coos, tracing the outline of the wax, “gonna let it cool then I’ll fuck you properly, okay princess?”
“Fuck me please, Eds,” you moan beneath the fluffed pillow still over your mouth. “Anything for you sweetheart.”
Steve “keep your eyes on the mirror angel” Harrington
“You feel incredible honey, so tight n warm for me.” All you could manage in response was a half coherent moan as Steve plowed into you. His hand swept over your cheek, brushing away stray hairs as your body jostled under his movement. Your limbs were splayed out beneath him, skin bruised in darkening purple shapes. “C’mon honey tell me how good you feel.” He begged. Your mouth hung open with soft sounds fleeing. Mixes of so good Stevie and please don’t stop intertwined with your angelic moans. Steve loved watching you fall apart. What he loved even more was the idea of you watching yourself. At some point Steve hung a simple mirror above your bed. He fantasized for the day about what he’d do to make you watch yourself fall apart on his cock. And here you were. His thrusts became sloppier and less rhythmic, grunts and moans blending with yours. “C’mon baby, just a little more.” His brown, lust blown eyes gaze over you, “eyes open angel, watch yourself come undone on my cock. See how pretty you are?” Your mouth was agape, eyes hooded. You were a sight to beheld. Steve’s thumb slid across your clit, swiping back and forth matching his thrusts. You whined as you crept over the edge “cumming Steve, cumming fuck, fuck, Steve!” You cried out watching as the orgasm descended over your body. Steve was not far behind, pulling out and spilling all over your stomach with a groan. You heaved in silence for a moment. Steve shifted and laid beside you admiring the scene above him. “So pretty all fucked out n’ covered in me. Gonna fuck you like this more often.”
Steve “keep your eyes on the mirror angel” Harrington
“You feel incredible honey, so tight n warm for me.” All you could manage in response was a half coherent moan as Steve plowed into you. His hand swept over your cheek, brushing away stray hairs as your body jostled under his movement. Your limbs were splayed out beneath him, skin bruised in darkening purple shapes. “C’mon honey tell me how good you feel.” He begged. Your mouth hung open with soft sounds fleeing. Mixes of so good Stevie and please don’t stop intertwined with your angelic moans. Steve loved watching you fall apart. What he loved even more was the idea of you watching yourself. At some point Steve hung a simple mirror above your bed. He fantasized for the day about what he’d do to make you watch yourself fall apart on his cock. And here you were. His thrusts became sloppier and less rhythmic, grunts and moans blending with yours. “C’mon baby, just a little more.” His brown, lust blown eyes gaze over you, “eyes open angel, watch yourself come undone on my cock. See how pretty you are?” Your mouth was agape, eyes hooded. You were a sight to beheld. Steve’s thumb slid across your clit, swiping back and forth matching his thrusts. You whined as you crept over the edge “cumming Steve, cumming fuck, fuck, Steve!” You cried out watching as the orgasm descended over your body. Steve was not far behind, pulling out and spilling all over your stomach with a groan. You heaved in silence for a moment. Steve shifted and laid beside you admiring the scene above him. “So pretty all fucked out n’ covered in me. Gonna fuck you like this more often.”
Warnings: SMUT Fem!reader x Steve Harrington, p in v sex, subspace implied, unprotected (be safe irl please), slight dacryphilia, sub/dom dynamics (if ya squint), pet names (baby, honey…..), praise kink, riding
Let me know if I missed any, enjoy!!
After a long day of work, you and Steve laid peacefully beside each other on his bed. Music softly hummed in the background, fading between a handful of soft rock songs. Steve’s hands were all over you, one tangled in your hair, and the other sliding across your waist. You laid there, on your side, pressing close up to his body enjoying the warmth between you two.
“Have a good day?” He asked, brushing strands of hair away from your face.
“Mhm, ‘was tiring.” You smiled softly back
“Yeah? You wanna get some rest?”
You shook your head, pressing your hands to Steve’s chest. “No, have another idea.”
Steve flopped to his back, pulling you on top of him. His hands softly landed on the side of your head pulling you in for a kiss. His parted lips connected with yours, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth. A quick kiss soon turned into your lips couldn’t drift away from each other, Steve’s tongue gently poking at your lip awaiting for approval. Your lips parted wider, letting him explore your mouth. Tongues swirling against each other and lead to needy whimpers and moans from you both. Steve had a leg propped up between your thighs. Unconsciously you started grinding against him, whining as your panties caught your clit.
Slowly, one of Steve’s hands drifted down your neck, to your clothed breast. He squeezed and groped your chest, waiting for more pleasure filled moans to fill the air between you. You pulled away for a brief moment, staring down at his gaze. Steve let his hands drift to the waistband of your pants, thumbing between the fabric of your pants and panties.
“Can I take these off?”
“Uh huh,” you nodded fervently.
Steve pushed the fabric away from your waist, watching as you wiggled removing the garment from your waist.
“Impatient, pretty girl?” He laughed, you turned back frowning. “I mean no offense,” he threw his hands up.
You hurried your face quickly into his neck, “There’s no need to be embarrassed, honey. Just wanna tease you a little that’s all.”
“That’s mean Stevie.”
“I’m sorry Princess, I didn’t mean to hurt your feelin’s.”
You pouted, face staying perfectly hidden. Steve took the opportunity to run his rough hands down the skin of your back. His hands traced your spine, moving down to your ass, taking the time to massage each side. Slowly his hands worked his way to your thighs, nudging your chest slightly asking for you to let him in. You picked your chest up, giving his arms room for entry. His calloused hands work their way to your lower abdomen, leaving light, soothing traces to being you back to him.
“Sit up for me, honey, can you do that for me?”
You nodded, lifting yourself from his neck. “There’s my girl,”
Steve’s hands pressed against the inners of your thighs, pushing them further apart. The burn of the additional stretch quickly subsided as his fingers landed perfectly on your clit. You moaned at the new sensation, practically falling back into his propped knees.
“Careful, honey, feels good doesn’t it?”
“Uh huhhhhh” you moaned out, grinding your hips against his stomach. “Want your cock, Stevie, wanna ride you.”
“Okay baby,” his fingers slowed to a stop allowing you to readjust. You lifted yourself, lining up with his beet red cock. “Go ahead honey. Lemme feel you sinkin’”
You took a second, starting to sink down onto his cock feeling how big he was, stretching you out and making you feel so full.
“That’s it pretty girl, you can take it.”
“Nuh uh it’s too much”
Sinking all the way down, you moaned loudly. The new feeling of full was almost overwhelming.
“Go ahead, move those hips for me.”
Your hips struggled to move without the help of his hands guiding you.
“That’s it, good girl.”
“Can feel you h-here.” You stuttered out placing your hand on your lower tummy. Steve slid his hand from your sides pushing lightly on the spot earning a loud cry from you.
“S’ too big Stevie, can’t do it.”
Steve slid his other hand down, landing his thumb on your clit. He rubbed slow circles pulling your mind from the discomfort.
“Just let go, pretty girl, let go for me, ‘kay?”
“ ‘kay,” Your body nearly started moving on its own, rocking back and forth on his big cock. You could feel him in just about ever inch of your body, if he wasn’t so gentle you were sure he’d split you in half. The ache and burn from his thick cock was almost too much. Sobs spilled from your lips with each buck of his hips. Tears fell decorating your red cheeks.
“ ‘s my big cock too much for you honey? Need to stop?”
“N-no,” you choked out, “so so so close Stevie, gotta cum.”
You wiggled your hips back and forth on his cock, each time leaning a little farther forward until you found the spot that sent your head reeling. Steve took note as your eyes fluttered closed, watching as you whimpered for more.
“Go ahead sweet thing, take what you need. Let go f’me, let it all out baby.”
In an instant your whole world turned upside down. Your head was spinning, stars danced in the air between you two. Your eyes rest half opened, softly gazing down. Your mouth hung open while soft moans and whines filled the air around you. Steve’s brow furrowed, “gonna cum too, pretty girl, gotta get you off ‘kay?” You nodded, Steve pushed his hands under your arms, pulling you off of his cock back to his stomach. “Wanna help me baby?” He reached for your hand taking it with his and wrapping it around his cock. Your eyes twinkled as he used your hand to finish.
Steve came shortly after. Spurts if warm, white cum hit your back, trickling between your hands. His chest heaved as he finished, waiting for your collapse. His hand released yours, slowly helping you fall forward. “Still with me pretty girl? Have I lost you?”
You mumbled dizzily. “Here Stevie, ‘m here.”
“You did so good for me baby, wanna get you cleaned up okay?”
“Nooo, wanna stay here n cuddle.” You protested.
“Soon as I’m done cleaning you up, baby, soon as I’m done okay?”
“Okay,” you sniffled out.
Steve lifted you from his lap, placing you carefully on your stomach beside him. He placed a quick kiss on your forehead and got up to grab a cloth for you both. In a few seconds he was back, wiping your lower back clean. You hummed as the warm cloth swept across your back. “Almost done baby,” he spoke softly, the cloth tangled it’s way between your fingers. Steve finished quickly, disappearing again.
“Stevie?” You called out.
“Yeah honey?” He called back.
“Where are you?”
Steve shuffled quickly back to your side. With clothes in hand. “Right here baby, got some clothes for you. Can I put these on?”
“Mhm,”
“Okay honey, gonna move you.” Steve carefully slid panties onto your legs, making sure to take his time and care for his girl. Shortly following, he slid a pair of soft sleep shorts onto you. “Can I turn you over honey?”
“‘kay,” you mumbled sweetly.
Steve carefully turned you to your side, and onto your back. “Hi honey,” his soft brown eyes gazed into your lazy stare.
“Hi Stevie,”
“This is my least favorite part, gotta cover the girls.” He joked.
“Do you haveeeee to?”
“Yeah, honey, I do.” He sighed.
“A kiss goodnight couldn’t hurt,” you smiled. Steve leaned over you, softly kissing your tits. “Goodnight girls, get your beauty rest, would love to see more of you soon.”
You giggled at Steve’s comment. “Come on honey, let’s get you up and put this on.” He shook the shirt in his hand. His free hand slid under the small of your back, supporting you as you sat upright. Steve pulled one of his older tees over your head, watching how the fabric fell across your body.
“Back down?” He asked. You nodded as you payed yourself back. Steve wasted no time joining you in bed, quickly pulling the blankets of your bodies. His arms were wide as you wiggled your way closer. “Good girl,” he smiled. “Did so good for me tonight honey, gonna make you the best damn breakfast you’ve ever had when we wake up.”
Runs his calloused hands across your bare skin. You shiver. His warm caress is so soothing yet teasing you for what’s to come. His hands soothe your hips thumbs swiping over your pubic bound.
“Eddie please” you whine, bucking into his hand.
“I’ve got you baby so soon, ‘Kay? Gonna let me warm you up yeah? Want me to poor that warm wax all over you?”
You nod frantically humming an ‘mhm’. Eddie rises onto his knees, reaching for the dimming candle. Wax pooled in the center of the cylinder. You watch as the dim flame hovers over your body. You’re a wreck of nerves and anticipation, chest heaving. Eddie’s free hand runs across your cheek, “shhh baby,” he hums, reaching for the pillow beside you, “hold still f’me, bite your pillow.”
“‘Kay,” you sigh moving the pillow over your mouth. You close your eyes as Eddie tips the candle. Hot wax splashes on the skin of your lower stomach, you cry out into the plush over your mouth. “That’s it baby, so good for me. Feels good, yeah?”
“Yeah,” you moan out. Eddie tips the candle once more, moving the cascade up your stomach right between your tits. Another scream rips from your throat. Eddie sets the candle down and traces his fingers on your delicate skin. “So so good f’me,” he coos, tracing the outline of the wax, “gonna let it cool then I’ll fuck you properly, okay princess?”
“Fuck me please, Eds,” you moan beneath the fluffed pillow still over your mouth. “Anything for you sweetheart.”
A/N: I didn't really have an idea for this, it was really more of a vent post but I am interested in turning it into a series!!
divider by @/fae-and-wolf
Warnings: 18+ MDNI, BDSM sub/dom dynamics, spanking, dacryphilia, praise, discussion of 'being used' for someone elses pleasure, fem!reader, unprotected piv sex (wrap before you tap please!), if there is anything I missed please lmk!
Dom!Eddie x sub(ish)!fem!reader
The phone on your nightstand shrilled disturbing the angry silence that loomed in the air.
“Sweet girl,” Eddie’s voice hit your ears before the black receiver was anywhere near your head “I miss you.”
“Not in the mood today Eddie.” Your voice was flat, before you could place the receiver down you heard his loud sigh.
“Well there’s something you could tell me if you’re not in the mood then, no?” He was right, you could use your safeword. The line was silent for a moment, “Cat got your tongue baby?”
“I am not in the fucking mood.”
Eddie tsk’ed, “That’s not the right word baby,” you put the phone on the bed beside your head, turning to stare at your ceiling, “tell me what happened, what do you need?”
“I don’t know, just a stupid day. Stupid people. Don’t want to think anymore, thought about breaking something.”
“Breaking something? Oh sweet thing, it sounds like you might want to be broken. Is that true?”
You froze, letting out a weak, “no”.
“I don’t think that's true. I’ll be there in 10.” The line went dead. Placing the phone back on the base, you roll over onto your side curling into a ball. At some point the door to your dark bedroom swung open and shut with Eddie standing at the end of your bed.
“Go away.”
“Say the word and I will.” You stayed silent. “Tell me what you need today.”
“I don’t know.” You seethe.
“Do you want to cry?” It’s a simple question. So simple, yet so hard to say yes to. You slowly nod your head as Eddie undoes his belt. “Sit up.” He commanded. You obeyed, putting yourself exactly how he wanted you. With your hands above your head, Eddie pulled your shirt and bra from your body. Once they were thrown to the floor, he made quick work to bind your hands with his belt. “How pretty,” he smiled, “color?”
“Green.”
“Good.” Eddie’s hands slid behind your back and under your knees to help you lay back.
“Wait, can I turn?” You ask, as Eddie’s hands pause their work. He nods, flipping you on your stomach, pulling your hips up and shoving a pillow beneath you. He made quick work of your shorts and underpants, tossing them into the pile he’d started with your other clothing. “Thank you,” you sighed, turning your head to the side on your soft pillow.
“Look at you, all wet already? You were thinking about me weren’t you?” You didn’t answer. Eddie shoved his jeans down, kicking them from where they pooled at his ankles. “Answer me, sweetheart.”
You heard the fabric of his shirt slide across his skin, Eddie must have been standing there in just his boxers. “Yes.”
“Tell me what you were thinking about me doing.” The bed dipped as his knees planted on either side of yours.
Your cunt fluttered around nothing, “Was thinking about you using me, taking everything you want.”
“Sweet thing, you just needed something to distract you, yeah?”
“Uh huh,” you nodded into the pillow “need it to hurt, need you.” Desperation wobbled in your words. Eddie leaned on you, his hard clothed cock digging into the meat of your ass as his lips met the crest of your ear.
“Color?”
“G-green.”
“And what do you say if you want it to stop?”
Letting out a heavy breath you sighed “Bats.”
“Good girl.” He kissed the side of your cheek lifting his body away from yours. The change in pressure was disappointing, you relaxed into the mattress waiting impatiently for Eddie to do something.
“Tell me to stop and I will.” He reminded me. Before you even got a word out a harsh smack to your ass echoed off the walls of your bedroom. Your mouth hung open, soft “fuck,” stumbling out as another and another hit came down on you. The sting was delicious, enough to satisfy while tears bubbled in the corners of your eyes. One blow after another, Eddie’s calloused hands left red stinging prints on your skin.
At some point the count you’d had in your head became fuzzy, his hands soothed the burning red skin. Tears cascaded down your face while soft moans with mixed sobs escaped your lips. “Honey?”
“Green, so green,” you choked, “I- I can take more, please.”
Eddie spun you around, hands still bound above your head as you now lay on your back. Eddie pushed his boxers to his knees, his throbbing red cock smacking his lower abdomen. “You’re doing so well, pretty girl. Just relax while I use you to get what I need, ‘kay?”
“Y-yeah, okay.”
Lining himself up with your wet cunt, Eddie hovered above you with a smile. “You are so perfect.” His thick cock plunged into you, slowly rocking back and forth. “So tight for me, baby, so warm and perfect.” You whine beneath him, eyes closing softly as Eddie thrust rhythmically. His hips piston into yours with a steady pace moaning and mumbling curses into your ear. He kissed your cheek, your forehead, your neck. Eddie kissed every inch of skin he could get his mouth on. His hand made its way down your body, thumb pressing into your clit.
“Eddie!” You gasped lifting your hips into his. “So close baby, sooooo close.”
“Yeah honey I’m almost there, just a few more minutes baby you can do it.” He cooed in your ear. Eddie’s hips started losing their rhythm, his touch became heavier and sloppier. “Come on sweet girl, cum for me.” Eddie spilled into you as your pussy fluttered around him, "That's it baby, just like that.” He soothed, brushing your hair back behind your ear.
“Thank you,” you whined out, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes once more “needed this.”
“Anytime doll.” Eddie pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead as he slid his softening cock from your body. “Gonna get you some water and a cloth to clean you up, or would you prefer a shower?”
“Don’t care, just want to be close to you.”
“I’ll run us a shower then,” he made quick work of the belt around your wrists “you can call me next time, you know.”
“Well I wasn’t exactly planning on this, I had kind of a shitty day.” You sighed as Eddie made his way to your side, arms scooping you beneath your back and under your knees.
“How about you tell me all about it while I clean you up.” Eddie kissed your forehead once more, holding you impossibly close to his chest as he walked toward the bathroom.
Runs his calloused hands across your bare skin. You shiver. His warm caress is so soothing yet teasing you for what’s to come. His hands soothe your hips thumbs swiping over your pubic mound.
“Eddie please” you whine, bucking into his hand.
“I’ve got you baby so soon, ‘Kay? Gonna let me warm you up yeah? Want me to poor that warm wax all over you?”
You nod frantically humming an ‘mhm’. Eddie rises onto his knees, reaching for the dimming candle. Wax pooled in the center of the cylinder. You watch as the dim flame hovers over your body. You’re a wreck of nerves and anticipation, chest heaving. Eddie’s free hand runs across your cheek, “shhh baby,” he hums, reaching for the pillow beside you, “hold still f’me, bite your pillow.”
“‘Kay,” you sigh moving the pillow over your mouth. You close your eyes as Eddie tips the candle. Hot wax splashes on the skin of your lower stomach, you cry out into the plush over your mouth. “That’s it baby, so good for me. Feels good, yeah?”
“Yeah,” you moan out. Eddie tips the candle once more, moving the cascade up your stomach right between your tits. Another scream rips from your throat. Eddie sets the candle down and traces his fingers on your delicate skin. “So so good f’me,” he coos, tracing the outline of the wax, “gonna let it cool then I’ll fuck you properly, okay princess?”
“Fuck me please, Eds,” you moan beneath the fluffed pillow still over your mouth. “Anything for you sweetheart.”
Watching muppets tonight in the 90s with Eddie reminiscing on when you were younger watching it with him curled up on the couch. His favorite og episodes are the Vincent Price and Alice Cooper ones.
Hi everyone! I have a bit of an update for you all <3
I’m so sorry to have disappeared for so long with no new works. Well, I have been trying to write, I have been inundated with copious amounts of homework as I have recently started a new graduate program. I am also starting a new job soon which requires a lot of training that takes up a majority of my time. I’d really love to get some new work done this summer and of course my ask box is always open for requests. I’d really like to reach a larger audience though I know there’s not much I can do on that end ha ha. Thank you for your incredible amount of patience. I hope to publish some new stuff for you guys soon.
foreword: just wanted to play with a southern gothic catholic fleabag-style priest eddie in my barbie sandbox dont mind me… blurb and moodboard slapped together. et voila
cw for religious themes and also blasphemy :) smut, mdni
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Tennessee heat makes everything shimmer.
Wide, flat plains with golden grasses quaver in the afternoon sun as you push through the front doors of the church. The hinges creak, and the lock slides into place under your fingers- clean as always.
It is dark and cool as you walk between the pews. Candles flicker from the end of every aisle, and from the sconces set into the confessional booth.
You slip behind the heavy red curtain. The padded bench remembers your shape, forms to your weight.
To your left, a creak, a sigh. Only the patterned wood divider separates you and Father Eddie.
It’s warm in the booths, air heavy with summer and incense. You can hear every minute noise he makes- every stretch of spine, every rise and fall of breath.
“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.” You practiced on the way over, silk ribbon pulling through your fingers all the while. “It’s been four days since my last confess-”
“Five days.” Father Eddie’s voice is low, smooth as the pink fabric wound around your knuckles. “Five days, my angel. I’ve counted.”
“Forgive me.” It comes out as gently and meekly as planned, though you’re sure he can hear the smile in your tone. “Five days, then. How very sinful of me.”
“Don’t fret. I’m feeling rather gracious, today.” There’s a soft rustling, then the noise of a metallic zipper. Father Eddie hisses through his teeth. “How ‘bout you tell me your sins.”
The pink ribbon flutters to the floor as your hand slips beneath the waistband of your skirts. “Well, Father- there’s been an awful lot of lust.”
“Shit.” The expletive is out before he can smother it.
You want to poke fun at the obvious blasphemy, but you’re too wet to think properly. Your head tips into the back wood paneling with a thunk. “And fantasies, Father- so many of them, plaguing me day and night.”
The slick noise of your fingers against your cunt joins the sound of Eddie’s fist around his cock.
He’s panting already, and you wish you could see it. The sheen of sweat under his bangs, dripping into his stiff collar. The cleft in his lower lip, prone to cracking and bleeding in this heat.
Last Sunday it split while he was preaching at the pulpit. A droplet of ruby red sat unnoticed for a whole ten minutes, clear as day from the back row.
You had to excuse yourself to the cramped bathroom to do exactly what you’re doing now.
“Tell me,” Eddie begs, breathless. The light through the divider shifts as he settles more heavily against the bench. “Tell me all of it.”
foreword: just wanted to play with a southern gothic catholic fleabag-style priest eddie in my barbie sandbox dont mind me… blurb and moodboard slapped together. et voila
cw for religious themes and also blasphemy :) smut, mdni
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Tennessee heat makes everything shimmer.
Wide, flat plains with golden grasses quaver in the afternoon sun as you push through the front doors of the church. The hinges creak, and the lock slides into place under your fingers- clean as always.
It is dark and cool as you walk between the pews. Candles flicker from the end of every aisle, and from the sconces set into the confessional booth.
You slip behind the heavy red curtain. The padded bench remembers your shape, forms to your weight.
To your left, a creak, a sigh. Only the patterned wood divider separates you and Father Eddie.
It’s warm in the booths, air heavy with summer and incense. You can hear every minute noise he makes- every stretch of spine, every rise and fall of breath.
“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.” You practiced on the way over, silk ribbon pulling through your fingers all the while. “It’s been four days since my last confess-”
“Five days.” Father Eddie’s voice is low, smooth as the pink fabric wound around your knuckles. “Five days, my angel. I’ve counted.”
“Forgive me.” It comes out as gently and meekly as planned, though you’re sure he can hear the smile in your tone. “Five days, then. How very sinful of me.”
“Don’t fret. I’m feeling rather gracious, today.” There’s a soft rustling, then the noise of a metallic zipper. Father Eddie hisses through his teeth. “How ‘bout you tell me your sins.”
The pink ribbon flutters to the floor as your hand slips beneath the waistband of your skirts. “Well, Father- there’s been an awful lot of lust.”
“Shit.” The expletive is out before he can smother it.
You want to poke fun at the obvious blasphemy, but you’re too wet to think properly. Your head tips into the back wood paneling with a thunk. “And fantasies, Father- so many of them, plaguing me day and night.”
The slick noise of your fingers against your cunt joins the sound of Eddie’s fist around his cock.
He’s panting already, and you wish you could see it. The sheen of sweat under his bangs, dripping into his stiff collar. The cleft in his lower lip, prone to cracking and bleeding in this heat.
Last Sunday it split while he was preaching at the pulpit. A droplet of ruby red sat unnoticed for a whole ten minutes, clear as day from the back row.
You had to excuse yourself to the cramped bathroom to do exactly what you’re doing now.
“Tell me,” Eddie begs, breathless. The light through the divider shifts as he settles more heavily against the bench. “Tell me all of it.”
Steve’s afraid to hurt you. You just have to ease him into you it.
contents: steve harrington x reader; reader with a vagina and breasts; newly established relationship; boyfriend!steve; just the tip trope!!!; mentions of painful intercourse; reader is referred to as a good girl once!; hung!steve <3; sorta size queen reader <3
minors, do not interact!!
author’s note: short n sweet lil thing for u… hope you enjoy <3
“Can I be honest?” you murmur against Steve’s lips.
He’s half dressed under you, and you’re nearly nude on top of him. The bed dips under your knees as you sit prettily on his lap, your underwear turning translucent with each kiss you exchange.
Steve’s fingers adjust on your plush hips. He’s on Cloud Nine, hardly even listening. “Hm?”
You laugh a little, pulling back just a smidge. Steve’s eyes are unfocused as he opens them slowly to look at you.
“You’re much more patient than I thought you’d be.”
He grins lazily. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. Think you’re a little too patient, maybe.”
He blinks, eyes still cloudy, love-struck and drunk on you. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
You sigh, then lean in again. “Nothing,” you whisper, catching his lips in yours.
Steve doesn’t push it, though he makes a mental note for later. He’s a little too worked up to think clearly right now, anyway. You grind down on his pelvis, swallowing a moan that he can’t hold back. You’re patient with him as he redirects you to his thigh, and you placate him by riding it for a while.
Steve’s so kind, pressing kisses along the column of your neck. “Take what you need, honey.”
You pause. “You mean it?”
His tongue darts out to taste the salt on your skin. “Mhm.”
Gently, slowly, you pull his cock out of his underwear. It’s a shock that he even lets you.
Here’s the thing: Steve knows you’re going to break in two whenever he finally gets himself inside of you, and he’s simply not in the game of doing so. In fact, he’s always sort of diverting your attention to any part of him that isn’t his dick.
You’ve become intimately familiar with his hands, his fingers, his lips, his tongue. And he’s returned the favor — explored you all over with precision, not a spot left untouched, not a trick unlearned. He studies you, commits you to memory. He murmurs that he’s taking his time with you, that he’s in no rush.
You can’t really say the same. You’ve been with him, officially, for just over two months. He’s given you at least forty orgasms, and he’s let you give him zero in return.
Personally, you don’t think it’s very fair.
Steve’s whimpering as you stroke him, biting his lip and doing everything in his power to not bust just from a fucking hand job. It’s the first time he’s let you give him any attention, and it’s pushing him into hyper-gear. His whole body feels aflame, each tendon straining against the pleasure that every fiber of his being wants. He’s lost in you, his eyes drifting shut as you take care of him.
You manage to knock Steve out of his stupor by suddenly swiping the tip of him through your petal-soft folds. He gasps, his hands gripping your hips tightly. You both moan, ragged and rough, and it takes all of Steve’s self restraint to redirect your hips again. He opens his mouth to scold you, but you beat him to it.
“Jesus Christ, Steve, please?”
Your tone makes his cock pulse in your hand. Sweat beads at his hairline, his cheeks pink as he tries to steady his breath.
“Uh-uh,” he says. Calm. Measured. “Baby, you know I —“
“The tip, then,” you plead. “Just the tip, Steve, I swear. I know I can take it. Need it so bad.”
Your hand strokes him again and he moans, teeth piercing his lip.
“I —“
You press your lips against the shell of his ear and lower your voice just a tad.
“Steve, I can be so good for you if you’d just let me.”
His mouth falls open. His fingers flex against your hips. “But — you are so good for me.”
“Well, let me be good-er.”
He rolls his eyes, exhaling a laugh through his nose. “Got you that worked up, huh?”
You hum, kissing down his jaw. “Imagine how stupid I’ll go when you finally fuck me.”
Now it clicks.
“Is that what you meant when you said I’m too patient?”
You return to pumping him slowly, and he swallows hard.
“Mhm. Your worst quality.”
Steve forces himself to get serious. He tilts your chin up with the bridge of his nose, making you look at him, while one of his big hands covers yours to stop your movements.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
You’re so serious. “It’s going to hurt. And that’s okay.”
He frowns and cups your jaw, shaking his head a little. “No, it’s not.”
He sees that you’re getting shy, looking away from him. It takes you a moment to find your words.
“I want to be shaped by you. I want you to make it a perfect fit.”
Somehow, it’s all at once the most blasphemous and romantic thing Steve’s ever heard.
He’s stunned by it, in fact.
“I’m sorry,” you start, but Steve cuts you off.
“The — the tip? Only?”
You smile. It endears him. “I can settle for that. I just — I want you.”
Steve shivers. You’ve positively rewired his brain chemistry with a singular phrase.
You can hardly take two fingers while he preps you for it over the next twenty minutes. Praising you, always so kind and gentle with you as he works you through it.
“Taking it so good, angel… that’s my girl, yeah?”
He eventually fishes a condom out of his nightstand. You boost his ego, watching with wide, blown pupils as he rolls it on.
“It’s pretty,” you mumble.
“Pretty?”
You move to straddle him again, the head of him knocking into your clit. You jolt, and Steve’s cock kicks.
“Yes, Steve. You’re very pretty.”
He nuzzles his nose against yours and presses another gentle kiss to your lips. “You’re prettier.”
“Stop stalling.”
He runs his hands up your thighs and settles them on your hips again. He takes a deep breath.
“Relax for me, baby.”
By the time Steve’s popped inside of you, you’re both sweating, moaning, gripping onto each other tightly as you pant into each other’s mouths. Your hot, wet cunt strangles the tip of him, begs him to go in deeper.
“Feels so good.” His voice cracks from the exertion of keeping his hips still. “You’re so g— goddamn beautiful.”
You clench around him even tighter. He lets out a strangled yelp, burying his head into the apex of your neck and shoulder. He busies himself with sucking a hickey into your skin, savoring the taste of you and trying to stave off the overwhelming need to shove every last inch of himself inside of you.
And then — cruelly — you sink down further.
Steve’s eyes and head roll back immediately. His thighs shake, a needy, desperate sound finding his way past his kiss bitten lips.
“Honey — honey —“
“Can’t stop myself,” you whimper, rocking gently, managing another half-inch. “You feel so good, Steve.”
His eyes rake down your chest, doing a double-take at your tits before setting his eyes lower. The evidence of your struggle is clear, and Steve hates what the sight does to him. You’re so stretched out around him. He knows it hurts, yet you’re a mess between the legs, even soaking the part of him that’s not inside of you with honey-sweet arousal.
“Holy shit,” he mumbles.
You take advantage of his gaze to lean back in his lap, giving him a better view. Slowly, almost meanly, you fuck yourself on his tip.
Steve doesn’t know where to look. Your thighs and stomach quiver with each movement. There’s a wet sucking noise each time he pops out and pops back in. Your eyes roll, your back arching, tits sitting prettily at eye level.
“Gorgeous,” he moans breathlessly. One hand snakes between your legs, pressing his thumb to your clit, trying to soothe the pain. “Look so fuckin’ good like this —“
“I know,” you moan, pussy tightening from the praise. The ghost of a smile sits at the corner of your lips, all smug.
“Don’t get cute,” he groans, his hands moving to grip your ass. “Still just the tip, babe.”
You lean forward, pressing your dewy forehead against his. “Help me take the rest, then.”
Just the thought makes his cock throb, and you wince at it. Still, though, you keep moving, gently taking as much as you can — hardly over an inch — and pulling needy noises out of Steve.
“F— fuck — n-next time,” he pants, strangled moans interrupting him. “Next time, I promise —“
Your hand moves downward, gently wrapping around the rest of his shaft. Steve cries out, his body shaking, his hips accidentally jutting upwards.
“Shit!” you breathe, your movements stammering.
Steve’s heart shatters.
“Hey, hey, hey,” he coos, lifting you off of him. He tenderly cups your pussy with his hand, the warmth soothing it. “I’m so sorry, honey. Let’s stop, yeah?”
You shake your head adamantly, huffing at him.
“Steve Harrington,” you pant, settling yourself over his cock again, “I am making you come tonight, and so help me God, it better be from my pussy.”
His eyes widen and his cock kicks again as you slowly sit down on him. He simply nods, too turned on to speak and even a little breathless. You have him so whipped for you.
“You’re perfect,” he strains.
You kiss the tip of his nose. “Let’s make sure of it.”
Im not liking this new trend of using AI to create new character photos for fics. Im not naming names but the Eddie Munson fic writers are definitely doing it. Either that or they’re using someone else’s AI generated work.
Can we not? Please? Seeing AI immediately turns me off to your fic.
Keep AI out of creative spaces.
Additionally, if you see me reblog something AI, call me out. I WILL delete it. I don’t want that shit on my blog
DON’T BE MAD… i went back through this to edit it and ended up writing MORE which now ALSO needs edited and mommy is tired 💔 so please look forward to this hitting your dashboard tomorrow evening!!!
