A/N: Wouldn’t mind having Steve as my step-daddy at all… just saying
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·✶· stepdad!steve who shows up to every school event looking unfairly hot in fitted polos that hug his shoulders, his eyes lingering a second too long when he sees you all dressed up, whispering “you look good, kid” in a way that feels heavier than it should.
·✶· stepdad!steve who teaches you to drive with one hand on the wheel and the other resting on the back of your seat, thumb brushing your shoulder every time he leans over to correct your grip, voice low and teasing when you get flustered.
·✶· stepdad!steve who helps with homework at the kitchen table, leaning in close enough that you catch his cologne, praising you with a husky “that’s my smart girl” when you get it right, his smile turning a little wicked.
·✶· stepdad!steve who gets weirdly competitive during game night but loves when you sit on his lap for “luck,” his hand settling possessively on your thigh under the table, squeezing just enough to make your breath hitch.
·✶· stepdad!steve who takes care of you when you’re sick, carrying you to the couch, tucking blankets around you, and running his fingers through your hair while murmuring “let me take care of you, baby.”
·✶· stepdad!steve who gives the kind of hugs that pull you flush against his chest, big hands splayed across your back, holding you a beat longer than appropriate, his breath warm against your temple.
·✶· stepdad!steve who answers the door for your dates in a tight polo with rolled sleeves, arms crossed so his biceps flex, giving the guy a hard stare before turning to you with a slow, heated once-over and a low “you sure you need to go out looking like that?”
·✶· stepdad!steve who definitely tears up at your graduation but covers it by pulling you into a tight hug afterward, lips brushing your ear as he murmurs how proud he is and how grown up you look.
·✶· stepdad!steve who always has your back with your mom, then pulls you aside for a private talk, cornering you gently against the wall, voice dropping as he says “you know I’d do anything for you, right?”
·✶· stepdad!steve who still builds blanket forts with you, but now it’s late at night, the two of you tangled under the blankets in the dark, his body warm against yours while he tells you stories in that smooth voice.
·✶· stepdad!steve who picks you up from parties no matter the hour, helping you into the passenger seat with steady hands on your waist, eyes dark as he buckles you in and says “can’t have anyone else looking at you like this.”
John finds Eddie’s old denim jacket in the closet and insists on wearing it to school. Steve or John’s mom helps him put it on, trying to hide how much it hurts to see.
Aw
"Ma!"
Steve turns to look at his stepson running into the kitchen, still nursing his morning coffee. He wasn't ready for today but he also wasn't ready for this. John had found it, the denim vest.
Eddie's old vest, the one he gave Steve before he died.
"Wow, I haven't seen that thing in forever!" John's mom laughs as she takes the denim vest from her son's hands. Holding it up to inspect it, admiring all of the band patches. Especially the Dio one that covered the entire back panel. Eddie might've been the only person to ever be able to pull this thing off, Steve thought so anyway. Thirteen year old John was smiling so brightly, overjoyed to have found this piece of his father.
"Can I wear it to school?!" John grabbed the vest from his mother, very eager to put it on. Steve sometimes had to remind himself that John wasn't Eddie, even if they looked almost identical. There was so much likeness between them, almost ghost like.
"Honey- I-" His mother wasn't sure about this, it was clear. She couldn't get a word out, too worried about how the public would react to seeing that thing again. Someone is bound to recognise it and Eddie wasn't exactly a happy talking point in this town. Steve set his cup down and stood up, patting his wife on the back reassuringly.
"I don't see why not." He smiles at his stepson as he takes the vest from him, instructing him to turn around. John didn't waste a second and got ready, Steve held the vest out as John fed his arms through the right holes. It felt right to see him wear it.
"You know, your dad gave it to me back in the day." Steve chuckled as John turned, looking down at himself, patting the denim material.
"He did?" John's eyes widened, looking up at Steve. There was awe and curiosity, something almost desperate. They never tried to take Eddie away from John, they never dissuaded him from holding onto whatever remained of the guy. Eddie was his father, Steve missed him too.
"He did, he said I looked cool in it but I think you look even cooler." Steve gave him a wink.
John threw himself at his stepdad, wrapping his arms around him in a tight hug.
"Thank you Steve!" He laughed as he let go, running off to get his bag ready for school. Steve sighed, feeling his wife's hand resting on his shoulder.
"Thank you." She smiled, Steve couldn't help but smile back.
Warning(s): NSFW 18+, dark content, stepcest, age gap, innocent!inexperienced!reader, daddy kink, corruption kink? soft!stepdad!steve, pet names, cnc, dubcon, the true victim- Mr. Grizzly the teddy bear
A/N: guess who has purged back from writing hiatus? 🤭 also, i do not control your consumption. this is a dark fic.
Steve came to wish his little girl sweet dreams when he opened your bedroom door to find you humping your stuffie furiously. He could hear the wetness of your arousal against the face of your dear beloved teddy.
He froze, mouth agape as he took in what was happening right in front of him. Whimpers and groans escaped your plushy lips. Your head tilted back as your jaw opened and closed. Your eyebrows furrowed, you seemed to be focused and frustrated. Steve’s emotions were conflicted. He could close the door and let you go at it or he could help his little princess get-
“Daddy!?” Fuck. You stopped your actions completely and stared at your stepdad with wide eyes. He could see the panic in your eyes.
“I uh-“ Keep calm, keep fucking calm.
“Came to say goodnight, honey. What are you doing up so late?” He tried to swallow down the lump in his throat. The bulge in his jeans got harder as seconds went.
“It h-hurts, Daddy. S-something feels f-funny.” Your eyes well up with tears. “‘M all tingly and w-warm. Don’t know what’s h-happening.” Steve slowly entered and closed the door behind him, keeping his intense stare on you as he did. You looked back down at the soaked stuffie, guilt panged your senses.
“Didn’t mean t-to make a m-mess, Daddy. Felt to good.” Hair covered your eyes as you looked sadly at your teddy bear, Mr. Grizzly. Steve contemplated on what he could do, putting his hands on his hips, situating his feet.
He wrestled with his mind before he made a decision. “W-…would you like some help, baby?” Your head shot in his direction, a glimmer of hope sketched your expression. “P-please?! Please Daddy?” His heart ached at your desperation. His little girl needed his help giving your pretty pussy some relief.
He took a deep breath as he walked to you. You cranked your head backwards as Steve kneeled on one knee behind you, his other leg rested against the bed and the floor. You felt as if all the air in the room got sucked out as Steve leaned his entire torso onto your back. The warmth of his body made your eyes flutter and your silky walls clench.
“You comfy, honey?” He bumped his nose against your temple. The scent of vanilla and strawberries filled his lungs. Steve could get high off the smell of you. That wasn’t the only thing that caught his scent. A tangy aroma made saliva pool in his mouth. God he wanted you so bad.
“Mhm.” A small smile tugged at his lips. “Why don’t you show Daddy what you were doing before, hmm?” His large hands rubbing up and down your arms in a soothing manner. Goosebumps erupted across you as your engorged clit buckled against the beady nose of Mr. Grizzly. You gradually picked up a pace, huffing and leaning your head against Steve’s broad shoulder. The hands that massaged your arms wonder in different directions. One palming its way to your breast, the other flattening on the lower part of your stomach.
The warmth engulfed you as your ruts stuttered, the giant palm on your stomach pressed into you. “Wh- Daddy?” Steve’s hard cock twitched at your cry. He nuzzled his face into your neck as you began to buckle, littering tiny kisses along your jugular. “Feeling good, honey?” All you could do was nod your pretty head, mind all fuzzy and floaty. “Mr. Grizzly sure is messy.” He chuckled quietly before sucking in a quick breath. He looked down, slick coated the face of the stuffie. A rush of possessiveness urged Steve. He was jealous of the fucking teddy bear.
Jealous of the way your little cunny weeped against it. Jealous that he wasn’t the face you are getting off on. He wants to be the one you grind your mound against, crying until you can’t take anymore, which was happening now. Sobs of frustration cried its way out. “What’s wrong? You were doing such a good job, honey.” Steve wrapped his arms around you, embracing your fragile body, hushing you. “Can’t d-do it, Daddy. S-something feels weird.” He kissed your forehead tenderly. “It’s your orgasm, baby. That’s the best part. Gotta keep going so you can feel better, yeah?” Your bleary eyes caught his hazel orbs.
“Just keep going, baby. I’ve got you.” So you did. Hands interlocked with his large ones, wrapped around you. You hide your face in the crook of his neck as the twist in your tummy became overwhelming. You were riding Mr. Grizzly like your life depended on it, tucked in your Daddy’s arms, making sure you stay grounded while your mind drifted far away. Your body was on fire.
“O-oh god, Daddy! ‘S so tingly! I can feel it in my tummy!” The statement was a dragged out whine. You couldn’t think anymore, your nails scratched into his forearms, leaving little red lines. “Oh that’s it, honey. Look at you. So fucking good, baby. I’ve got you. Daddy’s here.” Your climax forced you into a squirming fit. Steve shoved his hand over your lips before you could scream to the neighborhood.
You felt dizzy and hazy. Your legs wouldn’t stop jerking around, squishing Mr. Grizzly between your thighs. Tears dribbled down Steve’s hand that was clasped against your lips. Your insides felt all gooshy and feverish. Your little hole couldn’t stop convulsing.
“Such a good girl. Feel any better, honey?” He cooed in your ear, brushing your hair off your sweaty face. “‘M tired.” Steve laughed out, kissing your forehead gently, “Alright. Let’s put my princess to bed.”
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omg stop that (loser)step dad!steve blurb was so cute u should do one where like reader and steve have a little baby girl and the boys are like "😒😒😒..." but once she's born, she's got them wrapped around her tiny finger LOL like they're completely enamoured by her once they see her
thank you babbyyyy <3 hope you enjoyed this one. it's a bit on the shorter side (well for me), but i'm glad that you enjoyed the first part.
No cw for now, just cuteness. 901 words
She was beautiful. Her tiny fingers pressed to her chest, body curled up in that cute position newborns make, a soft towel wrapped around her as Steve rocked her in his arms. He couldn't take his eyes off of her, wetness dampening his lashes as he whispered to her.
"Hi, babygirl," he smiled, gently running a finger over her head. She had little strands of dark hair there, color mirroring his own. You sat on the hospital bed, exhaustion coursing through your veins, yet a small smile sitting on your lips.
They looked perfect there together, father and daughter. Steve was meant for this, you could tell. In this moment, you felt a similar feeling to your birth with your other two sons, like life made sense.
There was a knock on the door, it creaking open to reveal the nurse, head popping through.
"Harrington?" She smiled, voice low as she took notice of the sleeping baby in your husband's arms. The both of you looked towards her, eyes crinkling with the happy emotions you felt. "I have some people who want to meet the little girl."
She stepped into frame, your sons piling in. Your eldest son had his serious look on his face, lips pressed together as he looked bored. Your youngest was in a similar fashion, trying his hardest to mimic his brother, yet you could see right through the two of them. The nurse left the four (and a half) of you alone, closing the door behind her with a soft shut.
"Hey you guys," you whispered, voice raspy as you reclined. Your eldest looked concerned at you winced, shifting in your bed.
"Ma, you okay?" He said, eyes wide. Nodding, you smiled, opening up your arms as they both came to your side, hugging you. Steve stood watching you, rocking with his body as his eyes kept flitting back on your daughter in his arms.
"You want to meet her?" You asked, smiling as they both nodded. They tried keeping serious expressions, but you could see it in their eyes, they were curious. Your youngest ran over to Steve, peering over him as he caught sight of her. Immediately, he melted, mouth parting open in shock as she made a small noise, face scrunching up.
"She's so small," he whispered, placing a light touch on her blanket-covered body. Steve laughed, nodding in agreement. "Can-can I hold her?"
"Yeah, buddy," Steve said, head nodding over to the chair in the corner of the room. "Just gotta sit down first, and I'll hand her over."
He complied, running over to plop down, arms wide open. Steve placed her in his arms, instructing him on how to hold his arms out. The two of them were beaming, sharing their thoughts on how she looked, your son saying she looked like him if anything. Steve hovered over him, smiling, but you could see that protectiveness already kicking in, his eyes watching like a hawk at every movement your son made.
You drew your gaze away from them, looking at your oldest who stood awkwardly, a few feet away from the bed, gaze stuck on the baby. He kept looking at Steve too, suspicion on his face.
"You want to hold her too, sweetie?" Apprehension covered your voice, not sure how to deal with him when it came to this. It had been a year and a half since you and Steve were married, yet he was still wary of the man he called a 'stranger in 'our' home'. There was nothing you could've done or said that would have made him accept Steve faster, figuring that it would work itself out on its own. It hurt you, but it was your normal now.
"Ah, I think I'm good," he nodded, but still kept his eyes on her. He gasped when his little brother shifted his elbow, her body dipping a little bit. "Watch your elbow--Jesus Christ, man."
He ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head. You bit back a smile at the outburst, knowing that he was in the same boat as all of you--smitten over this little girl who was not even aware of the world yet, let alone all of you.
"Babe, go hold her," you whispered, nodding your head at him. He looked at you, eyes wide. "It's okay."
Crossing the room, he maneuvered her out of the younger boy's arms, gripping her firmly. She rested against his shoulder, a small cry of a noise leaving her mouth. He looked up at Steve, fear on his face. "Is that--was that normal? Did I hurt her?"
Steve shook his head, leaning into him as he placed a hand on his shoulder. He didn't complain at the touch, the first time that has happened. Hope bubbled at your chest, your boys finally all being connected.
The young boy in the chair kicked his feet, impatience pulling at him. "Okay, you're done! You're taking too long, my turn now!"
"Shut it, I've only held her for, like, 6 seconds!"
"That's not fair! Steve! Tell him!" He cried out, pouting exaggeratedly.
"Boys relax! She'll be here a while, there's plenty of time," Steve laughed, holding his hands out in front of him. They quieted down, eyes returning to rest on her. Your heart felt full, grateful for this little bundle that graced your world, finally bringing your family together.
Double penetration with Steve and Eddie 😵💫 better yet, stepdad!Eddie and his best friend Steve
content: anal, piv, praise, daddy kink, dark content
“daddy” you shriek out, clenching around steve as your nails raked down his chest. he had decided that he would share you with his best friend eddie tonight.
“yeah baby?” he whispered, his thumb bullying your poor, sensitive clit. his best friend was pressing the mushroom head of his cock along your tight asshole. he leaned over and spit down onto your clenching hole before slowly pushing his extensive length in, in, in.
with each inch he pushed into your ass, your breath stuttered and hiccuped as your ass was stretched wide. “daddy, daddy, daddy” you chanted, falling into his chest as tears brimmed along your waterline.
“i’ve gotcha baby” steve whispered, holding your hips gently. you whimpered as eddie’s fat cock bullied it’s way into your tight asshole.
eddie kissed over your spine softly. licking up your neck. he knew better than to mark you, for although he was sharing and had shared you before, you belonged to steve. that was made clear by the thin, black, velvet collar adorning your name with a diamond ‘S’ charm dangling from it.
“we’ll wait until you’re ready, my love” steve whispered softly, kissing along your cheek and jaw.
“may i have a kiss please, daddy?” you whispered softly, looking up at him as your head rested on his shoulder.
“of course, princess” he whispered, turning and pressing a gentle kiss to your lips as his fingers rested beneath your chin. you kissed him back, nails digging into his shoulders as he licked deep into your mouth.
“i’m ready” you whispered as you slowly pulled away from the kiss. steve nodded. slowly pulled back before snapping his hips forward against your’s. eddie was right behind him, his cock slamming deep into your ass right after steve’s bullied your gspot.
“oh you’re being so good for us, baby” eddie murmured, gently kissing along your shoulders. “such a tight, wet hole” he growled.
“oh thank you!” you moaned out. they fucked you roughly. relentlessly pounding into you until you were sobbing and panting. falling into steve’s shoulder and shaking between their bodies. making you cum, and cum, and cum untill you were sobbing and begging for a break.
they broke you down and then they built you back up with cuddles and kisses and a nice hot bath. before you laid and bed and begged them to fill you back up, because you couldn’t sleep when you felt so empty.
so, eddie pushed deep into your asshole as steve hooked your leg over his hip and pushed slowly into your cunt. you laid your head on steve’s shoulder and fell into a comfortable rhythm of sleep, breathing in time with the steady beating of your daddy’s heart.
Step dad Steve seeing you in some flimsy little sleeping shorts while your moms gone and him losing his shit, ripping them off and fucking You against the counter as he calls you his slut
Me, who got this ask while wearing a cute little pair of pyjama shorts: 😳
Because holy GOD, that's far too hot and maybe with the thought of him being into brat taming too. He sees you prancing around the kitchen on a really hot day, just wearing a tank top and a tiny pair of flimsy shorts.
Your mum is out getting groceries and you know she won't be long. You're painfully aware that Steve is in the kitchen, getting himself a cold beer after mowing the lawn and fuck, the second his eyes land on you, you can see how hungry he is.
"Oh wow, sweetheart. Are these all for me?" He's got a smirk on his lips as he presses the cool rim of the beer bottle to them, taking a sip and drinking in the sight of all that bare skin you've left on show for him.
"No Steve, it's just too hot to wear anything else." You smile sweetly.
"Has the heat gone to your head, honey? Who the fuck are you calling 'Steve'? You know this ring on my finger makes me your daddy and you'll address me properly."
He's pissed off already and trying to hide it but there's no way you're stopping there.
"Calm down, Steve. Couldn't have an old man like you putting any extra strain on your heart." You can't even look at him as you say it because you know exactly what it's going to do to him.
Sure enough, you're not far wrong. He sets his beer on the marble countertop with a little more force than you expected and he's crossed the short space between you both in no time. "Bend over and keep your bratty little mouth shut. I don't want to hear a word out of you, you got it? Can your dumb little brain handle that? I want you to watch. Watch out that fucking window and tell me when your mommy's car pulls into the drive. Gonna make sure she walks in right as your slutty cunt is milking every drop of cum from me. We're gonna show her just how well daddy treats you, even if you're a little brat." Your shorts are ripped off in a few seconds and he's got you bent over the counter, facing out the window and you're so fucking into this.
The tip of his cock is brushing through your slick folds before you know it, smearing your arousal over him and it makes that first glide into you so much easier. "Mhm, that's perfect. Please fuck me, daddy." You whine, desperately trying to press your ass flush with his body, making sure you're taking every last inch.
"It's too late to behave nicely now, honey. I'm going to fuck you at whatever pace I want. I'll be honest, the only reason I care about you getting off at all is to see how cute you'd look on your hands and knees, wiping this floor clean because you squirted down your legs. If it wasn't for that, I wouldn't be letting you cum." He begins thrusting slowly, marvelling in the slick sound of your body around him. This man is filthy unlike anyone you've ever met before and it's incredible.
"Hm, that's exactly what I want. I want you squirting on daddy's cock when mommy gets home and I want you cleaning up your own mess with a pussy stuffed full of my cum." He's determined now, fucking you at an earth-shattering pace all of a sudden and it's so overwhelmingly perfect. You try to cling to the marble countertop but your fingertips just can't find anything to grip onto.
"Oh fuck, please don't stop. D-don't stop, daddy." You beg, trying to focus on the window in front of you but it's so difficult to do with your eyes rolling back.
