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Eddie pops his headphones in as he unloads his gym bag and a few audio cables from his trunk. His earbuds sync up to his Spotify and start playing Sleep Token. He unlocks the front door and heads inside to throw the contents of his duffel into the laundry, but he doesn’t make it very far before tripping over something on the floor - it’s Steve, kneeling right in front of the mat where they leave their shoes.
“What the fuck?” Eddie catches himself against the wall of the front hall before he actually falls on top of Steve. He takes his earbuds out. “What are you doing?”
“I heard your car pull in,” Steve smiles up at him. He’s wearing his black leather collar and an off-the-shoulder black cashmere sweater with either just underwear or shorts that are too short for Eddie to see.
“You’re dressed awfully pretty to be… cleaning the floor?” Eddie slips his shoes off and shrugs his jacket onto the coat rack.
“I’m not cleaning the floor,” Steve laughs fondly.
“Then what are you doing, princess?”
“Following my rules, daddy.”
Eddie’s eyes widen as he looks down at Steve.
“Are you sure you’re ready for all that, honey? You settled in enough?”
“Yeah,” Steve nods. “I cleaned out the fridge and ordered groceries while you were gone. I have five days of meals planned for this week.”
“Wow, sweetheart,” Eddie steps closer to Steve and cups his face in his hand. “What a good girl you are. So prepared. And you look so pretty in that sweater, too.”
Steve knows this is a test to see if he remembers his rule about accepting compliments no matter what.
“Thank you, daddy,” he says quietly, hoping Eddie can’t feel his cheek heat up against his hand.
“Oh, such a good girl,” Eddie croons before grabbing a hold of Steve by his hair and pulling him to his feet. Steve is confused and a little sad - whatever happened to the blowjob-at-the-door rule?
“Princess, don’t look so sad!” Eddie half-teases, half-comforts. “I promise you’ll get what you need, just let me dump my workout bag in the laundry. Plus, I gotta get a nice thick rug for the entryway. I don’t want your pretty knees all cut up and bruised from the floor.”
“I don’t mind when it hurts,” Steve is having trouble keeping his eyes fully open with Eddie’s punishing grip in his hair. It’s lulling him into subspace already.
“I know you don’t right now, but you’ll mind when you’re taking the stairs to the train platform or shelving at the library.”
“Ohhh,” Steve nods as much as he’s able to, which is not very much. “You’re right, daddy.”
“My little whore,” Eddie lets go of Steve’s hair and steadies him as he almost stumbles from the lack of direction. “You need it so much you don’t even know what’s good for you.”
“You know what’s good for me,” Steve sighs.
“That’s right. Now wait for me on your knees in the living room like a good girl. I’ll be right there.”
Steve had felt like it was a good time to formally institute their lifestyle rule because unpacking has slowed to a reasonable rate now that the big things like their clothing, kitchenware, and books are all merged. Their joint library has its own organization system, thanks to one Steven Harrington, and Eddie had beamed with pride when he’d come home to find Steve had finished it and wanted to show Eddie how it had turned out. Eddie’s dark wood bookshelves are beautifully full of old classics, new YA, and everything in between. Steve had even picked out a few of Eddie’s books to read during their mandatory weekly reading hours. Eddie was so charmed by this that he asked Steve to recommend a book from his repertoire for Eddie to read.
The first time they read together results in an unexpected discovery. Steve interrupts the silence to share a particularly good passage from the book he’s reading, and he’s instantly struck by Eddie’s reaction to him reading aloud. His eyes go a little unfocused and he smiles softly, listening intently. He really, really likes it. Steve decides to test his luck and just… keep going, reading the whole page to Eddie. He doesn’t even notice until Steve pauses when he finishes the page. He looks up, startling out of his little trance, and comments on the passage, agreeing with Steve that it had been particularly well-written.
Steve watches him try to go back to his book and sink in, concentrate, but his foot starts to tap restlessly against the couch arm. Steve takes the book out of his hands, flips back to the beginning of his own chosen book, Possession by A.S. Byatt, and starts to read aloud again. Eddie shifts a little, and Steve starts to think it’s due to discomfort or maybe he read the situation wrong, until Eddie turns around and stretches out in the opposite direction from how he’d been sitting, laying between Steve’s legs with his head on his chest. He wraps his arms around Steve and settles in for Steve to read to him.
Steve is swept through with fondness - no, not fondness. Love. Devotion. Something so strong it takes his breath away for a second, makes him stop reading and press a kiss into Eddie’s hair, squeezing him tightly before going back to the story. Steve doesn’t think he could be happier if he actively tried. This is the kind of life he would wonder about as Nancy would ask him to give her space while she wrote an article at the dinner table, not letting him break her flow by distracting her with a kiss or a cup of tea he’d made for her. He’d wonder if anyone really had the type of love that stories were written about. The type of love that inspires self-sacrifice and self-betterment all in one. A love that makes everything easier. That keeps hopelessness at bay. That makes everything feel worth it, feel possible, as long as you have your person.
With Nancy, he’d begun to doubt that it existed. He’d started understanding the adage that true love is hard work or whatever. And the thing is, true love is hard work, but you find yourself taking it on without question. You know it’s for the best. It’s so clear to Steve now that it’s much more aligned with going to therapy to work on your issues, even when you don’t really feel like it, rather than every single interaction with your partner being Hard Work. It had taken a lot for Steve and Nancy to function, if they could even have called it that, and Eddie’s words to Wayne had highlighted just how different it was for them than it had been with her - with the right person, it’s the easiest thing in the world.
And this, right now, Eddie pressed to his chest as he reads aloud to him, is as easy as breathing. This is that love that Steve had all but given up on. They fit together like they’ve been waiting their whole lives to find each other - not just in the Dominant/submissive aspect, but in a star map of bright little sparkling points of connections. Their physical fit against each other - when their hands are clasped together or Eddie’s arm is around Steve’s waist. The grounding surety of Eddie’s logic and reassurance anchoring Steve’s anxiety. Steve’s joy in reading and Eddie’s apparent desire to be read to.
Steve never wants this moment to end. It’s so beautifully domestic, so simple and so imbued with that easy love that he can’t get enough of. He turns the page and Eddie sighs against his chest contentedly.
“Ella texted the group,” Steve says over his shoulder as Eddie walks into the kitchen. “She wants to go shopping this weekend for Nadia’s party.”
“I saw. I’ll reply over dinner and work out logistics,” Eddie approaches Steve from behind, peering over his shoulder at the meal in progress. Steve is slicing potatoes in long wedges, something already in a roasting pan in the oven. “You want some company?”
“Yes, please,” Steve tips his head back for a kiss before Eddie boosts himself up to sit on the kitchen counter out of Steve’s way. He has something with him - his guitar. Specifically, his acoustic, emblazoned with the words This Machine Slays Dragons.
“I was a teenager, okay,” Eddie explains as he sees Steve reading the phrase scrawled across the hollow body of the guitar.
“No, I like it,” Steve smiles at him. The homage and the D&D reference is just so… Eddie.
“Thought you could use some background music while you’re being a good little housewife,” Eddie says, smirking. Steve’s eyes widen.
“Really? You’d play for me?”
“Well, shit,” Eddie’s cheeks go a little pink. “If I’d known you’d react like that, I’d’ve done it a long time ago.”
“Are you kidding me? I would love to hear you play.”
“As you wish,” Eddie grins and checks his tuning before starting to gently finger-pick something pretty. Steve’s focus on his potatoes wanes and his chopping slows to a halt. Eddie’s hands are so sure and practiced against the strings that his picking looks effortless. The song builds a little, picking up into a dizzying flurry of notes. There’s Spanish guitar influence in there, but it sounds maybe… prog-rocky? If Steve’s thinking of the right subgenre. Eddie and Will have been attempting to teach him the difference between all the different niche alternative subgenres, and it’s been going predictably poorly. Eddie shifts his posture a little and begins to positively shred on this acoustic, even using harmonics as a counterpoint, and Steve realizes he knows this song. It’s one from Will’s playlist, and Steve had been impressed by the guitar work on the recording - it’s super complex and rich and complicated-sounding, and Eddie is making it look like just another Thursday, lip caught between his teeth and kind of staring off into space as he produces what sounds like three different guitar lines from his furiously moving hands and one simple acoustic.
When he finally lets the last note of the song ring out, Steve is standing open-mouthed, having completely forgotten he was even holding a knife or cooking, or anything, really, beyond Eddie so casually revealing his talent that could easily rival world-class musicians.
“Holy fucking shit,” Steve breathes. Eddie seems to kind of snap back into it and he sits up a little, smiling almost shyly at Steve. “That is the craziest thing I’ve ever seen. Oh my god, you’re amazing.”
“Nah,” Eddie ducks his head. “Just been at it awhile.”
“Just been at it awhile,” Steve says, a little manic incredulity bleeding into his words. “Sure, yeah, let me just outplay whatever that guy in Polyphia’s name is on a Thursday night in my fucking kitchen, but yeah, no, just been at it awhile.”
“Aw, you recognized the song,” Eddie grins.
“New rule!” Steve exclaims, knife clattering down onto the cutting board. “I want a new rule. You have to accept compliments too.”
“Mmmm, I don’t know. Sounds an awful lot like you’re telling me what to do.” Eddie jokes, setting the guitar aside to let a flustered Steve press close to him.
“Please?” Steve looks up at him, hands flat against Eddie’s chest, straining upwards for either a kiss or agreement. “You get to hear me agree and thank you when you say something nice about me, why can’t I have that?”
“Well, when you put it that way.” Eddie pulls Steve into a kiss that leaves him panting a little when he sits back. “Thank you, honey. That’s very sweet of you to say.”
It takes Eddie pulling Steve’s hair and instructing him very sternly to get back to cooking after that. He gently plays some Fleetwood Mac as they talk just to drive Steve insane while he finishes dinner.
“What are you making, princess?”
“Greek lemon chicken,” Steve’s face lights up. “It’s one of my favorites. Can’t wait for you to try it.”
“Is this your recipe?”
“Kinda. One of my nannies growing up taught me how to make this when I was little and I’ve perfected it over the years. I liked sitting on the counter while she cooked ‘cause she’d always feed me little bites.” Steve walks over to Eddie holding a fork with a Kalamata olive on it and motions it toward him. Eddie opens his mouth and lets Steve feed it to him, then bends forward for a kiss. Steve is happy to oblige.
“I love it,” Eddie says after he swallows. “I can’t wait to eat it, honey. I’m sure it’ll be delicious; everything you make always is.”
“Thank you, daddy,” Steve can feel himself flush a little as he swallows the urge to deflect.
“Are you excited about shopping with Ella and Robin this weekend?” Eddie changes the subject.
“Yeah,” Steve says slowly, opening the oven door and removing his roasting pan. He adds the potato wedges to the lemon marinade that the chicken is already swimming in and puts the pan back in, setting a timer to let him know when dinner should be ready to be served. He leans back against the counter to wait. “Excited but nervous, I guess. I think it should be okay because I’ll be with you guys, but I really used to hate clothes shopping alone.”
“Being in a store dressing room in unflattering lighting and a shitty mirror with self-esteem issues? What’s not to love?” Eddie scoffs. “Don’t blame you, sweetheart. But it’s not gonna be like that this time. The places we’re gonna go aren’t like, sterile and bougie. No chains unless absolutely necessary.”
“No chains?” Steve mock-pouts, deliberately misinterpreting him.
“You know what I mean, smartass. Watch your mouth.” Eddie wrinkles his nose at Steve. “All local stores, probably kind of kinky or alt.”
“You and Ella know all the good places, huh?”
“Grew up in ‘em.” Eddie switches from Fleetwood Mac to… Doja Cat? Yeah, that’s definitely Kiss Me More. Steve laughs a little at the unexpected music choice and Eddie grins. “I’m multifaceted, Stevie. I don’t just listen to guttural fuckin’ screaming all the time. I’m a fully realized person.”
They banter and compare notes about their days, Steve’s worries assuaged, until dinner is ready. Steve serves it to Eddie’s utter, rapturous delight, and earns a messy blowjob for his troubles. Eddie doesn’t even let him clear the table first, the food was apparently that good. After Eddie swallows, he insists on helping clean up and loading the dishwasher. Steve lets Eddie lift him onto the counter to watch and chat as best he can, glassy-eyed and adoring.
A honk sounds from outside and Steve peeks out a curtain to see Ella’s car sitting in their driveway.
“They’re here!” he shouts to Eddie, who’s already halfway down the stairs.
“Let’s go, princess.” Eddie hustles him out the door and into the backseat of Ella’s car. Steve half expects Eddie to slide in the back with him, interlocking their fingers and settling in, but he finds Robin already back there.
“Welcome to the party bus,” Robin says over the Kesha playing on the car’s sound system.
“I thought you’d be up front?” Steve questions as he buckles in.
“I was,” Robin rolls her eyes.
“Doms up front, loves. And yes, I do make the rules.” Ella turns around in the driver’s seat to smirk at both of them. “How are you, Stevie?”
“Good, miss. How’re you?” Steve counters.
“So good, honey. Excited for today! Let’s get going!” She slaps her hand against the back of Eddie’s headrest and pulls out of the driveway.
The first store of their excursion is a graffitied brick building on the west side that has one dingy door covered in DIY show fliers. Ella pushes it open and Eddie immediately starts nodding his head to the brutal metal playing inside. A friendly person with a mohawk, a huge spiked collar, and a septum ring about as thick around as a pencil greets them from behind a glass counter, every inch of which is completely covered in stickers of all shapes and sizes.
“I love this place,” Eddie says enthusiastically to Ella. “Fuckin’ excellent choice.”
“Thank you, I’m famously known for my taste,” Ella says blithely.
“I think,” Robin pipes up. “While we’re doing this, we should all pick out stuff for each other to try on.”
“Hell yeah,” Eddie agrees immediately. “You go first. I wanna see you try that on.” He points to a mannequin in a raver girl outfit - a shimmery rainbow bodysuit with lots of cutout pieces, a silly bobbing light-up headband, and booty shorts.
“On second thought, never mind.” Robin’s cheeks heat up and she crosses her arms over her chest.
“No, no, he’s onto something,” Ella cajoles, wrapping an arm around her and pressing a kiss to her cheek. “If you just try it and show us, I’ll find something ridiculous for Stevie. Deal?”
Robin looks at Steve as if this is somehow his fault, scowling a little, until she relents.
“Ugh, fine. Make sure it’s slutty.”
Eddie and Ella find the outfit’s components in the area around the mannequin and Robin holds onto them until they’re all ready for the fitting rooms. For Steve, Ella picks out a black industrial goth catsuit with buckles, straps, and a number of indecent cutouts, including one where a buckle essentially holds the whole number together across one’s tits. Steve counters by picking a white leather harness for Eddie that he thinks is just ridiculous and over the top - it has a whole articulated leather spine down the back. Eddie cackles and agrees to try it on fully shirtless in the spirit of their dares. Robin picks out a full Gothic Lolita look for Ella - a pouffy Japanese-style dress with short puff sleeves and a petticoat to make the skirt extra fluffy.
They pile into the sticker and graffiti-covered fitting rooms, laughing uncontrollably as they all shout profanities and encouragements to each other while they change. Robin is the first to emerge, and when she sees herself in the full length mirror they put in the hallway outside the fitting rooms, she curses Eddie “back to hell where you belong.”
Steve emerges next, hands locked around his dick situation - the catsuit is genuinely skin-tight and it would reveal far too much if he were to remove his hands. The way that stupid front chest buckle-cutout thing pulls taut makes it actually look like he has a little cleavage, it’s that tight.
“Titties,” is all Robin can say between wheezing gulps of air and breathless laughter.
“Fuck offfffff,” Steve groans. “You look like a rave goblin.” Eddie slips out of the dressing room next to Steve and both he and Robin immediately stop laughing.
“Okay,” Robin starts in on him. “That’s not fair, you actually look good.”
He does. The size of the harness straps and hardware aren’t too big and gaudy at all, they suit his frame nicely. He grins like a satisfied cat and turns around to crane his neck and look at the leather spine in the back. It looks hot. Steve’s mouth drops open.
“Oh, go to hell,” They all hear from Ella, who’s struggling to fit her puffy skirt through the door of her fitting room. “There’s no way. How do you look so good in that?”
She steps out into the hallway looking like a grumpy pastel cake, with lots of little sugar adornments and frosted piping.
“Don’t even start with me; I can’t zip this fucking thing in the back because of my tits,” Ella grouses. “And Mr. Handsome Shithead over there is practically runway modeling that stupid harness.”
“I know,” Robin shakes her head, causing Ella to actually look at her and laugh once, loudly, like it’s startled out of her.
“Oh, honey,” Ella says, trying to muffle her laughter.
“Yeah, I won’t be going to any raves anytime soon.” Robin crosses her arms over her chest self-consciously.
“I’ll say,” Steve snorts. “The shorts are kinda good, though.”
“I was going to say the shorts aren’t half bad,” Eddie agrees.
“Stevie,” Ella turns to him, delighted. “Move your hands, honey.”
“I can’t.” Steve can feel his cheeks turning red.
“You can,” Eddie says, smarmy as shit. “You just won’t, which is disappointing.”
“I’m okay with it, actually.” Robin raises her hand.
“Look at your cute little titties,” Ella giggles and Steve rolls his eyes fondly. “Fuck, I need this dress off me. You all are assholes.”
“Blame Eddie,” Robin suggests as they all head back into their fitting rooms to strip out of their joke outfits and try on some real possibilities. “I know it’s not technically his fault, but because he looked so good in that harness we should blame it on him anyway.”
“Hey!” Eddie exclaims indignantly. “That’s fucked up, Rob.”
“Take it up with management,” Robin snarks back.
Ella ends up walking away with an intimidating pair of black patent pumps with a spiderweb embossed into the toes. Eddie goes for the harness in black instead of white, and it looks (to everyone’s dismay but Steve’s secret delight) even hotter. He buys it with the intention of building his whole party outfit around it.
The next store Ella drives them to is a bona fide sex shop, and to their delight, there’s a whole sexy outfit try-on section in one room. Ella immediately picks out a maid’s outfit for Eddie, so he retaliates with “sexy nurse” for her. Robin picks out a horrifying schoolgirl outfit for Steve and he frantically searches for something at least equally bad for her. He finds it at last - a slutty nun look. The look on her face is enough to sustain him through suffering through the schoolgirl outfit. At least this one has a (barely long enough) skirt instead of bone-tight spandex like the catsuit. This time, they all wait until they’re ready to come out of the dressing room on the count of three.
This time, Ella wins Best Outfit by a mile. Her breasts look absolutely ridiculous in the shiny white vinyl of the nurse outfit, and the material hugs her curves in a way that makes her look almost photoshopped. Eddie heaves a huge sigh and turns around so that they all can see the maid outfit couldn’t even zip on him - he’s a tall guy with decent shoulders, not the petite woman the little dress had clearly been designed for. He looks hilarious, like a cartoon character, with his tattooed arms and legs sticking out of the sleeves and skirt of the costume. Robin ends up just kind of looking like a nun in her “slutty nun” outfit. They all decide that she should take off the habit and oh, there’s the slutty reveal. It’s a corset underneath with a ruby rosary.
“Now we’re talking,” Eddie laughs as Robin sticks her leg out of the slit in the costume exaggeratedly.
“Tell me why Steve doesn’t actually look bad in that stupid thing?” Robin gestures to him. Ella cackles and Eddie… goes silent. Oh. Interesting.
“I mean, it’s a little much,” Steve says self-consciously, very aware of how his hands are hanging awkwardly at his sides. The outfit consists of a very tight white short-sleeved button-up that’s been cropped to show off one’s midriff, a red plaid tie that’s almost more of a necklace, and of course, the slutty little matching red plaid skirt. He steps forward to look in the mirror and he has to hold back an actual gasp. The skirt alters his proportions somehow, pulling his waist in and flaring over his ass and hips so they look larger. He’s never seen himself in something so explicitly feminine before and it’s so different it’s almost surreal.
“That actually suits you, honey. You look cute!” Ella ruffles his hair a little and he squeaks and pulls away.
“Thanks,” Steve laughs. “I really thought it would look terrible, but it’s not that bad.”
Eddie is already back in his dressing room and they all follow suit to change back into their normal clothes. They head back into the shop to look for things they’d actually consider wearing to the play party, and Ella excitedly grabs Eddie’s hand, pointing to a wall of mannequin heads wearing a vast assortment of collars made of leather and other materials.
“I can’t help it, I just love buying her collars to match her outfits,” Ella says to Eddie, absently scratching at the back of Robin’s head with her long nails. Robin drifts closer to her and puts her head on Ella’s shoulder.
“Wait a minute…” Eddie says dramatically as he points to two collars next to each other in the middle of the wall - one of them is a light, blush pink with white rivets and the other is white with blush pink hardware. They’re each two straps of thinner leather that wrap around a silver heart-shaped ring in the center. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” He grins at Ella.
“Noooooo,” Steve whines. “You already got us the tags, we don’t need these.”
“Mmm,” Ella cocks her head, green eyes sparkling with mischief. “Yeah, see, the more you put up a fight, the more I’m feeling like maybe you do.”
“Ugh, fuck.” Robin buries her face in Ella’s shoulder, muffling the word.
“I like the way your mind works,” Eddie nudges his shoulder into Ella’s, who returns the gesture. A shop attendant wearing a posture collar is dusting a display nearby, and Ella gracefully summons him to remove the collars from their places on the wall. He disappears as soon as he helps them, clearly practiced at giving customers privacy.
“See, now you’ll have a collar that matches the tags.” Ella laughs softly.
“Okay,” Steve rolls his eyes. “I’d like to remind everyone assembled that that’s not what we came here for.”
“True, but you sound a little ungrateful, babe.” Eddie cocks his head, voice full of skepticism and fake concern.
“Steve, just stop resisting. It’s less fun for them that way.” Robin shakes her head at him.
“Okay, now you have to try it on to make sure it fits. Right here, right now,” Ella commands Robin. Eddie inclines his head at Steve, eyes dark, and Steve heaves a heavy sigh while fastening the leather bands around his neck. He turns around to the mirror on the wall and is surprised at how much he likes the pale pink leather against his skin. The little heart ring is cute too - not something he would have picked out for himself, but then, that’s his whole thing he’s working on, isn’t it? Being more adventurous.
“You were right,” he says quietly.
“What was that?” Eddie says loudly, obnoxiously cupping a hand around his ear. “I didn’t hear you, honey.”
“You were right,” Steve grits out and unfastens the collar. “It’s cute.”
“I hate it here,” Robin turns her head from side to side, admiring the white leather version on herself. Ella places a hand on the small of Robin’s back and she freezes in place - clearly, a warning sign.
“Manners,” Ella says in a deceptively warm tone.
“Thank you,” Robin replies immediately, cheeks flushing. “It’s actually really cute.”
They leave the sex shop with a few bags and Steve pretending he didn’t see Eddie double back for the schoolgirl uniform. Ella’s next stop is a little boutique on the main drag of Boystown, a sweet little storefront with tons of LGBTQ+ flags in the window display and attached to the awnings. A person with bright purple hair is behind the cash wrap sliding jewelry into the glass case the cash register rests on. They give a practiced spiel about inclusivity in sizing and gender in their stock and offer help if any of them need it. Steve feels something settle in his stomach as he looks around - the store is welcoming and designed for queer people of all walks of life. He can breathe a little.
“I think we might be onto something,” Ella pulls a gorgeous black bodycon dress off one of the racks and holds it up to herself. Robin’s eyes widen and she swallows tightly.
“Would you… please? Try that on?”
“I don’t know…” Ella drawls, smirking. “I’m not sure if it’s exactly my taste…”
“Please?” Robin whispers, darting a glance at Steve and Eddie and then the shopkeeper. “What do I have to do?”
“I think it’s more about what you’ll do later.” Ella ruffles Robin’s hair and throws the dress over her arm, smiling.
Robin leans her head against Ella’s shoulder and then immediately pulls it back, gasping. She runs over to a wall rack and pulls a black and white bodysuit with a geometric pattern off the hanger and admires it.
“That’d be cute on you,” Eddie comments, muffling a yawn.
“You okay?” Steve leans close and asks.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Just in desperate need of a little caffeine.”
“There’s a coffee shop a few doors down,” Robin points in its direction.
“Smart girl,” Eddie grins at her and she rolls her eyes fondly. “Anyone want anything while I’m there?”
They all give Eddie their drink orders and Steve and Ella accompany them with a kiss to his cheek before he asks the shopkeeper if they’re allowed to have coffee in the store. They look deeply pleased to have been consulted, as if customers don’t typically ask before doing stupid shit, and tell him it’s just fine. Eddie thanks them as he heads out, and Ella immediately rounds on Steve as soon as he’s gone.
“Okay,” She starts, green eyes sparkling with mischief and excitement. “You so don’t have to say yes, but I saw something that matches your new collar and I think you’d look amazing in it.”
Ella and Robin herd Steve over to a rack of things in similar shades of blush pink to his new collar and Ella produces a dress with a flourish. But it’s not just any dress - it’s the perfect shade of pink and it has these little ribbon straps that tie at the shoulder and leave the wearer’s shoulders exposed before the gauzy, sheer balloon sleeves start at mid-bicep and cinch around the wrists. The bodice is meant to fit tightly, with defined cups and almost a corset look, before the flouncy skirt flares out into a short A-line silhouette. Steve thinks the hem might hit right around his mid-thighs.
If he hadn’t worn a fucking schoolgirl outfit earlier, hadn’t broken down his usual fitting room anxiety, even if he was less comfortable in this particular shop, he would have said no, it’s too far out of his comfort zone. But as he regards Ella and Robin’s excited faces, he can’t help but smile and take the dress from Ella’s outstretched arms.
“Behind Eddie’s back?” Steve asks incredulously as they practically shove him into a fitting room.
“He’s always surprising you, isn’t he?” Robin asks, too smart for her own good.
“Yeah,” Steve says, uncertain, as he strips behind the fitting room curtain. “But we have a rule.”
“He picks your outfits?” Ella asks.
“Y-yeah.” Steve replies, unused to talking about this openly in public, even if the store is empty besides them and the one employee.
“If you like it, you could ask him to make an exception so you can surprise him?” Robin supplies. Steve steps into the dress carefully and pulls it up his body like he’s seen Robin do.
“I guess I could?” Steve pants, struggling with the zipper. “Dude, can you zip me?”
“Aww,” Robin coos, ducking into the stall with him. “You’ve zipped me so many times and now I finally get to return the favor.” Once she gets him situated, Steve turns around to face her and Robin’s eyes go wide. “I… yeah. Yeah, Ella’s gonna want to see this. It looks good , dude. Like, really good.”
“Let me seeeee!” Ella exclaims, and Steve steps out of the curtain and is immediately hit with his reflection in the three full-length mirrors at slightly different angles designed for people to see as much of themselves as possible in their chosen outfit.
He looks pretty. Like, androgynous doll pretty. The skirt falls to just below his mid-thigh as he’d predicted, and the puffy, off-the-shoulder sleeves highlight the hint of muscle in his shoulders without overemphasizing it. The bodice nips his waist in and the skirt creates this sort of ethereal little fluffy A-line. He’d really expected to be unimpressed, but he’s finding it hard to stop looking at his reflection.
“What do you think?” Ella takes his hand and squeezes it.
“I honestly didn’t think I’d love it as much as I do.” Steve admits, a sheepish smile blooming across his face.
“Then you’ll love this,” Robin opens a shoebox she’s cradling - how long has she had that? “They stock shoes for trans women and drag queens here, so they have your size in these.” She pulls out a pair of mary janes in the same blush color.
Steve turns to Ella and gives her a pleading look as Robin helps him into the shoes.
“If we’re doing this, you guys have to help me out. We need to style this specifically to absolutely destroy Eddie, and we need to keep the whole outfit away from him at your place.”
“Done and done. He’ll like the shoes, but he’d like them even more with some thigh-highs.” Ella says thoughtfully. “I’ll order them for you because, no offense, I know what I’m doing. Would you really want to go for it and get waxed?”
“I’ve never done it, but yeah. If I’m gonna get punished for breaking my outfit rule, let’s really make it worth it.” Steve grins. Robin straightens back up from fastening the shoes on and lets Steve spin around slowly. He looks delicate, almost. Pretty and carefree and sweet.
“Eddie’s going to lose his shit.”
After the initial shock in the store when Eddie came back from his coffee sojourn to find Steve holding a bag full of his paid-for outfit, Eddie seems to take it in stride. Until he decides to get Steve back for his infraction.
“You know I have to punish you for breaking your rule,” Eddie says softly, tone absolutely deadly, into Steve’s ear as Ella and Robin pay for Ella’s dress and Robin’s bodysuit. They’re discussing what they want to eat at the post-shopping restaurant and not paying attention whatsoever to Eddie menacing Steve. “Don’t get me wrong, I like a surprise and I’m excited to see what you three are so fuckin’ smug about, but rules are rules.”
Steve turns to look at him, hoping the one-two punch of fear and lust is evident in his eyes as well as the slow flush climbing up his neck.
“Rules are rules.”
When they drop the boys off, Ella and Robin end up coming in to see Eddie’s place now that Steve’s all moved in. Ella can barely tear herself away from Eddie’s curiosity cabinets and they end up staying for dinner, ordering Chinese delivery and talking and laughing together for a few good hours. They play a few rounds of Mario Kart after they’re stuffed full of dumplings and Robin wipes the floor with the rest of them. Ella ends up breaking up the group hang by reminding Robin they have shit to do at Ella’s place that unfortunately isn’t each other.
Once the ladies have said their goodbyes and driven off, Steve immediately starts in on the cleaning. He’s wiping off the coffee table to remove any errant drops of soy sauce after throwing away the remnants of their food packaging when a slap catches him by surprise and hits him across the ass, the sound of it cracking through the air.
“Fuck,” Steve chokes out in the face of the stinging pain. He braces himself against the coffee table to stop his knees buckling.
“You didn’t think I’d forget, did you?” Eddie leans over Steve’s shoulder and says darkly into his ear before hauling him into standing up.
“No, daddy.”
Eddie turns Steve to look at him with an iron grip on his face.
“I’m not mad at you at all - I think it’s so sweet that you wanted to surprise me, but you know I can’t let you get away with breaking your rule.”
“‘Cause if there were no consequences, I’d do it all the time,” Steve manages through Eddie’s tight grip on his cheeks.
“That’s my smart girl,” Eddie condescends. Steve is sure Eddie can feel his cheeks heat up against his hand. “Here’s what’s gonna happen: you’re going to finish cleaning up while I get some stuff ready upstairs. Then you’re gonna come up and strip naked for me and kneel on the bed with your arms crossed behind your back. Think you can do that?”
“Yeah, daddy,” Steve says softly, squirming a little against Eddie’s grip.
“Good girl,” Eddie smirks at him and lets go of his face, heading upstairs to prepare whatever nefarious shit he has in store for Steve.
Steve, already half-hard, tries not to rush through cleaning the living room and kitchen. After about fifteen torturous minutes of plugging in Switch controllers, loading the dishwasher, and hand washing the few not-dishwasher-safe items, he heads upstairs. Excited, nervous anticipation has staked its claim to Steve’s stomach and it’s tightening inside him as he opens the bedroom door. Eddie is in the bathroom and Steve hears water running, so he does as Eddie told him and strips naked, putting his clothes away as they come off. His oxblood leather cuffs are resting on Eddie’s pillow with a new, slightly longer chain attached to them at one end and the headboard at the other. Steve takes a deep breath against the anticipation and settles into kneeling comfortably on the plush mattress with his hands crossed behind his back, as Eddie instructed.
“Hard already?” Eddie opens the bathroom door and comes over to the side of the bed, setting down a few toys Steve has never seen before.
“Can’t help it,” Steve mutters, embarrassed.
“I know you can’t, sweetheart.” Eddie smiles one of his dangerous smiles, the ones that usually signal that Steve has no idea what he’s in for. He fastens the cuffs around Steve’s wrists, allowing him to stop gripping his wrists and let the cuffs’ tension hold his hands behind his back instead. “I’m gonna tell you about your punishment before we get started because there’s a few rules to this one, okay?”
“Yes, daddy,” Steve nods.
“Okay, princess. Here’s the deal. I’m going to use a new toy or two on you and make you come.”
“That’s it?” Steve is confused.
“Yeah, that’s it,” Eddie scoffs. “What kind of punishment would that be? No, I’m going to make you come and I’m not going to stop until you safeword. You okay with that, honey?”
“You mean I just get to come again? Yeah, I’m great with that - why wouldn’t I be?”
“No reason,” Eddie says a little too brightly. “I bought you a little treat at the sex shop and I think now would be a good time to use it.”
Eddie holds up a bright pink vibrating dildo with a little hand-grip at the end. Steve sighs heavily at the bright pink color and Eddie slaps him sharply, knocking his head to the side.
“Ungrateful, spoiled little thing, aren’t you?” Eddie taunts.
“Sorry, daddy, it’s just the color. I like it, though, really, thank you.”
“That’s better,” Eddie says, satisfied, setting the vibrator down and climbing onto the bed, kneeling in front of Steve.
“You always surprise me and spoil me with the nicest things,” Steve breathes as Eddie leans closer to him.
“There’s my sweet girl,” Eddie murmurs and kisses him. Steve relaxes a little into Eddie’s arms as he wraps one around his waist and uses the other hand to cup the back of Steve’s head as he licks into Steve’s mouth. They kiss like teenagers for a few moments, Eddie’s clothed body pressed against Steve’s naked one, until Eddie pulls away.
“Let me open you up and give you what you need, baby.” Eddie reaches for a bottle of lube that lives on his nightstand.
“Okay, yeah,” Steve agrees as Eddie slides a slick finger between his legs and kicks them open even wider to press at Steve’s hole. “Fuck,” Steve gasps as Eddie sinks his finger inside. His cock jumps and twitches against Eddie’s thigh. “Ah, fuck, daddy, I might get your clothes wet-“ Steve is too late, a pearl of pre-cum is already soaking into Eddie’s jeans.
“Such a thoughtful girl,” Eddie croons in that voice that really sets Steve off, equal parts poor baby and condescension. “That’s okay, sweetheart. I can always wash them. You can’t help it, can you?” Eddie takes his arm away from being around Steve’s waist and uses that hand to grip his cock tightly, dragging his thumb through the wetness. He mouths at Steve’s neck before whispering “I know you can’t help how wet I make you, honey.” And sinking his teeth into Steve’s skin. Steve’s head immediately lolls to the side, letting Eddie bruise and abuse his neck as he adds another finger to the one he already has inside him.
“Ohh, fuck,” he moans as Eddie fingers him open. He supposes it’s probably all the years of playing guitar and other instruments that makes Eddie so mind-meltingly good with his hands.
“That feel good, baby?” Eddie prompts him, mouthing up his neck and biting again.
“Yes, daddy!” Steve gasps, straining forward against his cuffs and into the pain of Eddie’s teeth and the hot tightness of his hand around Steve’s cock. Eddie strokes him slowly as he opens him up - like he’s taking his time just for fun. Just to drive Steve even more crazy.
“Gonna give you your toy.” Eddie reaches to the side for the toy and Steve cries out at losing the fingers inside him and the friction of the hand around his cock all at once. “Hey, sweetheart, it’s okay. I’m getting your toy ready for you, you needy little thing. I’ll be right back.”
“Please,” Steve whimpers.
“Okay, honey. Daddy’s right here.” Eddie straightens back up and Steve can feel the tip of the vibrator slip between his cheeks to rest against his hole.
“Please,” Steve says again, this time shot through with urgency.
“What a good girl,” Eddie uses that fucking saccharine voice again and pushes the toy inside Steve as he says good girl right against his ear. Steve’s mouth drops open as the pleasure takes his breath away. Eddie’s managed to fuck the dildo into him in one go, the head of it sitting up against his prostate. It feels incredible - not quite as overwhelming and huge as Eddie’s actual dick, but still so good.
Then Eddie turns it on.
“Oh!” Steve shouts, unconsciously bucking forward against Eddie’s leg at the sensation of constant vibration pressing right into his sweet spot. “F-fuck!”
“Aw,” Eddie coos patronizingly. “I felt you leak just from that.”
“Feels so good,” Steve pants as Eddie grabs the little hand-grip at the bottom of the toy and starts actually pushing and pulling it in and out of Steve. Steve’s head lolls forward onto Eddie’s shoulder as his arms are pulled back by the chains clipped to his cuffs.
“Princess,” Eddie says warningly. Steve turns his face toward Eddie’s neck and bites at it gently.
Eddie wrenches Steve’s head up off his shoulder by pulling his hair viciously.
“Hold it for me or you’ll regret it,” Eddie growls. Steve, shuddering and keening at the pain searing through his scalp, doesn’t know what he’s talking about. He opens his mouth to ask and feels Eddie let go of the vibrator. He immediately does his best to tense and clench around it to hold it in place as Eddie winds up and slaps him across the face. He barely gives any slack with the grip in Steve’s hair for his head to jerk to the side.
“I want to see you, pretty girl. I want you to look at me while I make you lose your mind.”
“Y-yes, daddy,” Steve stutters, voice strained and needy. Eddie reaches back around Steve and resumes his pace, allowing Steve to relax a little around the vibrator.
“Good girl,” Eddie murmurs. “You held onto your toy so well for me, honey.”
“Nnnh, thank you, daddy,” Steve moans as Eddie lets go of his hair and fists his cock again. He wants to buckle forward so badly, to let himself go boneless against Eddie’s shoulder as he takes it, but his daddy told him no, so he keeps himself upright.
The pace is getting fairly punishing and Steve is rapidly losing it. His legs are shaking and his arms are pulling the chain of the cuffs fully taut. He lets out a hoarse yell and shudders with pleasure as Eddie squeezes his cock hard.
“Princess, you’re soaking wet. Do you need to come?”
Steve makes the mistake of looking Eddie in the eye - his pupils are practically eclipsing the brown of his eyes and his expression is a scorching mix of pity and predatory delight. Steve fucking knows he flushes pink all the way down into his chest.
“Daddy, can I?” He moans. “Please?”
“So soon, baby.” Eddie doesn’t stop fucking him with the toy, but he does squeeze the base of Steve’s cock to stop him from coming. Despite that tight grip, Steve’s balls are starting to ache with the need to come just from the toy’s relentless rubbing against his prostate. “I want to hear you beg first. You beg so pretty. Can you do that for me?”
“Please,” Steve gasps. “Fuck, please, I can’t take it anymore! Please, daddy, I need to come, please let me, I’ll do anything… anything you want!”
“Anything?” Eddie asks, voice dark and dangerous, releasing his vice grip on the base of Steve’s cock. It’s overwhelming how close to the edge Steve is; he can barely hold it back.
“You own me, daddy, you know I’d do anything for you!”
“I know you would, babygirl. You’re such a good girl for me. You can come, let it out for daddy.”
Steve comes the instant Eddie puts his hand back around his dick, shaking and moaning gutturally, unable to stop himself from falling forward to rest his head against Eddie’s shoulder.
“That’s it, honey. Good girl, such a good girl…” Eddie encourages as he keeps fucking Steve through it with the vibrator. When Steve stops coming, Eddie… doesn’t stop.
“Daddy,” Steve moans into Eddie’s shoulder as he shakes uncontrollably at the borderline-uncomfortable overstimulation. The dildo sends jolts of lightning through him as it presses into his prostate and his dick twitches and jerks as Eddie slicks it up with Steve’s cum and keeps going. “Daddy, it’s so much, fuck!”
“I told you what was gonna happen, princess. I said I was going to make you come and I wasn’t gonna stop. This is what I meant.”
Steve’s eyes fill with tears and he moans wetly into Eddie’s shoulder as they spill over. It’s a knife’s edge of pleasure and overwhelm, painful and sharp.
“I’m not gonna stop, pretty baby.” Eddie bites at Steve’s earlobe as he turns the vibration up on the dildo, making Steve let out a harsh cry. “That’s why it’s a punishment, sweetheart. It’s not all pleasure, is it?”
“N-no, daddy,” Steve says through his tears.
“But you’re gonna take it for me.” It’s not a question. It’s a command. “You’re gonna take it for me until you have to safeword.”
Maybe it’s the tone of Eddie’s voice, his words or just what he’s doing with his hands, but Steve is getting hard in his grip again.
“I can take it,” Steve says resolutely.
“Oh, yeah?” Eddie clicks the vibrator’s intensity up again and Steve whines. “Let’s test that theory. ‘Cause I’m going to push you to your limit.”
“Gonna take it for you,” Steve pants, new tears forming. He’s thrusting into Eddie’s grip again, easing back into chasing pleasure instead of being overstimulated by it. “Gonna be good for you.”
“That’s my girl,” Eddie nuzzles against Steve’s face until he picks his head up off Eddie’s shoulder and kisses him. Eddie pulls at Steve’s bottom lip with his teeth, edging just slightly into pain, before kissing him again, and again, until Steve is moaning into his mouth and has lost all composure about fucking into Eddie’s hand.
Eddie ducks his head, pulling away from Steve’s lips to kiss and suck at his nipple, and the pinch and sting of that makes Steve whimper.
“Oh, fuck, daddy, please,” Steve cries out and Eddie holds the vibrator inside him, flush against his prostate and buzzing madly, as he jerks him off slowly.
“If you come like this, I’ll let you lie down. I’m not gonna stop, but you can lie back and relax a little.”
“P-promise?” Steve pants, air eluding him from the breathy little gasps Eddie’s drawing out of him with those deft, slick strokes.
“I promise, princess. Can you come for me, sweetheart?”
Steve goes still and quiet for a few seconds as Eddie moves his hand faster and tighter until he throws his head back and yells, coming explosively all over Eddie’s hand again. There’s less of it this time, but his body’s reaction is bigger - he’s shuddering, limbs jerking sharply. He starts to cry as Eddie wrings it all out of him relentlessly.
“There you go, honey, that feels so good, doesn’t it?” Eddie’s soothing, soft encouragement is laced with just a little poison.
“S-s-so good, daddy,” Steve stutters rather badly, lashes fluttering and body twitching from the vibrator that Eddie won’t take out of him, won’t turn down, won’t do anything with other than torture Steve with its overstimulation.
“You took that so good, baby. Now I need you to keep being good for me and hold your toy while I unclip you and lay you down, okay?”
“Daddyyy,” Steve whines, tears pooling in his eyes - the tingling sharpness of all the sensation is going to make it ten times harder for him to hold the vibrator by clenching. Eddie absolutely knows this and is capitalizing on it.
“Do as you’re told, Stevie.” Eddie says, and lets go of him completely, rising off the bed entirely to unclip Steve’s cuffs. Steve clenches down around the vibrator and that instantly makes the overstimulation worse. It zings through the underside of his cock and his perineum, making his mouth water and tears run down his face. He grits his teeth as his legs shake traitorously underneath him.
Finally, he feels the chain go slack and his arms fall to his sides - Eddie unclipped the cuffs from where they were attached to each other as well.
“Okay, angel. Lay back.”
The relief Steve feels as he does is immense. He hadn’t realized how much strain his arms and legs had been under. The vibrator still hums away inside him and Eddie lets him get settled before he surprises him by pulling it out.
“What?” Steve asks, confused. “I thought you weren’t gonna stop?”
“I’m not,” Eddie crawls into the bed again, naked, and Steve only has a few seconds to react before the head of Eddie’s cock pushes into him.
“Ohhhh,” Steve sighs happily as Eddie fucks into him and pulls a handful of his hair sharply.
“No rule that says it has to be a toy the whole time,” Eddie says, adjusting his grip and pulling even harder, making Steve’s eyes roll back in his head at how good it feels. He’s sinking down, down into the mess of sensations until it’s all he can think about, all he can concentrate on.
“Yeah, sweetheart. Want you down and sweet, just like that.”
“L-like your toy,” Steve breathes. “Like your doll.”
“That’s right, princess.” Eddie says, pride in his voice. “That’s so good, honey. My slutty little toy. Your cunt just can’t get enough, huh?”
“No, daddy,” Steve moans as Eddie grips at his hip with one hand and his throat with the other. “N-need you.”
“More than you need to breathe?” Eddie asks smugly and chokes Steve, cutting off his air. Steve knows his eyes roll back into his head again; his body feels like it’s lit up at the sensation of Eddie fucking into him and at the hard squeeze of his hand against Steve’s throat. After a few long seconds, Eddie eases off, and Steve gasps for breath, laughing softly but deliriously and crying at the same time.
“Daddy,” he moans and grasps at Eddie’s arms.
“What do you need, babygirl?” Eddie asks without stopping, hammering into Steve and making him see sparkles in the sides of his vision from how amazing it feels to be used like this. Steve can’t articulate anything past a weak gasp and more tears, sunk deep into subspace and looking up at Eddie, wet eyes pleading.
“Oh, honey, are you gonna come already?” Eddie looks down at Steve’s cock and back up at his face, smirking. “Baby, that’s pathetic.”
This one takes Steve by surprise, making all his core muscles tense and release, tense and release, and his limbs shake and go limp. A little spurt of cum spills onto his stomach as he sobs, voice cracking, between harsh gulps of air. With Eddie fucking him so roughly, he can’t regain his composure as the pressure on his prostate never stops. It makes him shudder and twitch like a marionette, unable to control the way the pleasure/pain makes him react. Before he can try to get himself under control, Eddie gears up and slaps him hard across the face.
“Ahh!” Steve yells, sobbing as he raises a shaking hand to his cheek. It stings.
“That’s two rules broken, princess. You know you need permission.” Eddie slaps him again on the other cheek. So they’ll have matching red handprints, Steve thinks as his head cracks to one side. Everything is a little slow now, fuzzy at the edges. He feels stupid, syrupy and weak in subspace.
“Daddy, I’m sorry, daddy,” Steve sobs out, slurring his words a little.
“Good,” Eddie’s voice is low, rough with desire and a mean edge. “You should be, honey.”
“Unnh, sorry, I’m so sorry,” Steve cries. “Daddy, please hurt me, I deserve it.”
“I think you want it too much,” Eddie says meanly and pulls out. Steve keens harshly at the loss. “I’m not gonna hurt you for this one, baby.” He crawls down Steve’s body and settles in between his legs.
“No, daddy, oh, fuck, please…!” Steve’s voice trails off into a hoarse yell as Eddie takes Steve’s soft cock into his mouth and slicks two fingers up to push inside him. He targets Steve’s prostate with ridiculous accuracy and starts pressing his fingertips against it as he sucks Steve to full hardness. “Ahh, daddy!” Steve is shuddering and thrashing underneath Eddie at the overwhelming sensation, at how raw and harsh everything is. Eddie has to pin him down with one strong arm as he pushes into his prostate over and over again, making Steve sob and mewl.
“You’re gonna ask me for this one,” Eddie pulls off and growls before going right back to it and giving Steve maybe the best blowjob he’s ever had in his life. It’s all Steve can do to stutter out yes, daddy between embarrassing, whorish moans that he can’t stop himself from letting out. Eddie’s mouth is so wet - he’s not holding back on spit at all - and his tongue is positively deadly, flicking against all those sensitive spots as he pulls back before deepthroating Steve again. It’s ridiculous how good at this Eddie is, and the way he looks up at Steve with steely determination and lust in his gaze is intoxicating.
As it slowly creeps up on Steve, he can’t actually believe he can feel another orgasm coming on. Before this, he would have said it’s impossible for him to come this much period, much less in a row. But now, with Eddie’s mouth around him driving him to insanity, he finds himself grabbing fistfuls of the covers and breathing hard, ready to ask for that permission.
“Daddy,” Steve moans. “Can I please come?”
Eddie licks all the way up Steve’s shaft before he deigns to answer.
“Yeah, baby. Come for me, get daddy messy.” Eddie sucks at that ultra-sensitive spot where the head of Steve’s cock meets the underside of the shaft until Steve screams and arches off the bed, coming onto Eddie’s cheek in a weak trickle. His head is spinning and he’s sobbing as Eddie scrubs two fingers against his cheek to clean the cum off, then licks the fingers.
“Better.” Eddie says, apparently satisfied. “That’s what a pathetic little whore should do instead of selfishly coming without permission.”
Steve just cries, looking up at him with glassy eyes as Eddie comes back up to kneel above him. He slicks himself up and hooks his arms around Steve’s legs, pulling him onto his cock in one swift motion.
“Ahh!” Steve screams. Everything feels scraped raw at the edges; that knife edge of pain and pleasure is the sharpest it’s been yet. He can’t breathe properly against the onslaught of sensation. His whole body feels like smashing that funny bone in your elbow against something the wrong way. “Daddy, it hurts!”
“I know,” Eddie coos, brushing his hair back before pulling at it, sinking him even further down into subspace. When he lets go, Steve’s head lolls to the side and Eddie has to grab the sides of his face to make him look at him. Even then, it’s hard, as Steve’s glassy eyes are swimming with tears and his lashes are constantly flicking them out to run down his face. “There’s my sweet girl,” Eddie says proudly, soothingly as he fucks him. “My pretty baby, all down and stupid for me. Have I taken you apart, sweetheart?”
“Y-yeah, daddy,” Steve cries softly. His palms and the soles of his feet won’t stop tingling every time Eddie thrusts into his poor, abused prostate.
“My babygirl,” Eddie sighs. “You’re such a fucking mess for me, huh? I’ve fucked you up pretty good, haven’t I?”
“‘S my job to take it,” Steve moans. “I’m just your toy, daddy. Yours to play with, yours to punish.”
“That’s right,” Eddie groans. “And mine to breed.”
“Fuuuck,” Steve moans. “Yeah, daddy. Yours.”
“I’m gonna let you have it, princess. Gonna breed you,” Eddie pants. “And I’m still not gonna stop.”
“Please, daddy,” Steve begs as he cries. “Knock me up, I’ve been so fucking good for you!”
“Oh, fuck,” Eddie says, breathing harshly, and pulls Steve up, off his back, and into his lap. Steve’s head falls forward to rest on his shoulder and he wraps his arms around Eddie to get as much skin to skin contact as humanly possible. Eddie bounces Steve gently in his lap, cock buried all the way into him, and pulls him close.
“Daddyyy,” Steve keens. “Breed my pretty cunt, daddy, I need it!”
Eddie squeezes Steve to him, holding him tightly to his chest, and comes hard. He lets out a moan that’s mostly a harsh breath as he fills Steve up with the wet heat of his cum.
“Good girl,” Eddie pants as his orgasm subsides. “Fuck, you’re so good for me. You’re my perfect little princess, you know that?”
“I try so hard,” Steve sniffles. “I wanna be good for you, daddy.”
“So good,” Eddie mouths against Steve’s neck before biting into it and sucking hard. Steve shudders in his lap and Eddie uses the distraction to slip his hand between them and use Steve’s pre-cum to start jerking him off.
“Oh, god,” Steve’s fingernails sink into Eddie’s back. “I can’t take it, daddy!”
“Yeah, you can.” Eddie says, starting those same little hip thrusts again, bouncing Steve gently in his lap. Steve can feel Eddie getting fully hard inside him again. “Good girls do what they’re told.”
“I c-can’t,” Steve sobs.
“Yes. You. Can.” Eddie says, pulling Steve to look at him by the chin and holding him there. “Hey,” he says softly, smiling a little. “My brave girl. You can do it, honey. Daddy’s got you.”
Steve nods, crying hard and whimpering between gasped breaths.
“Wanna make you proud of me,” he moans softly.
“You already have, honey.” Eddie looks at him with such adoration that it leaves him a little breathless.
“Oh, fuck,” Steve gasps in surprise, eyes widening as he realizes what’s about to happen. “Can I come?”
“Of course, sweetheart. Come for daddy.”
Steve wails. The orgasm itself is almost painful with how it wracks his already-spent body. He clings to Eddie tightly as he shakes almost violently with its spasms. He sinks his teeth into Eddie’s shoulder and Eddie makes a surprised noise before moaning, punched-out and desperate like Steve’s never heard him before and coming again. Steve can feel cum leaking out of him as Eddie pumps him full.
“Fuck, baby. Your cunt made me do that.” Eddie pants as Steve disengages his jaw. “Squeezed so fucking tight I couldn’t help it.”
Steve opens his mouth but can’t find words. Eddie’s cock against his prostate is prickling with that tingling, uncomfortable too-much feeling. His legs are shaking uncontrollably and his cock throbs painfully.
“Princess?” Eddie pulls back and looks at Steve, concerned.
It bursts out of him all at once.
“Pa- paper,” He sobs, clinging to Eddie again and burying his face in the same shoulder he’d just bitten to cry. Heaving sobs rip their way out of him and Eddie pulls out but keeps him just as close.
“My perfect girl,” Eddie croons, rubbing soothing hands up and down Steve’s back. “You did such a good job for me, honey. Such a good girl for daddy. I’m so fucking proud of you.”
Steve can’t stop crying, but he lets Eddie’s words wash over him, calming and kind.
“You make me so happy, princess, d’you know that? You’re so good for me, you did such a good job using your safeword like that. I got you, honey. Daddy’s right here, I’m not going anywhere.”
Eventually, Steve is able to better control his breathing and the crying subsides to gentle sniffles.
“Hey, sweet peach,” Eddie pulls back a little and looks at Steve, tipping his chin up with one hand. “How’re you feeling?”
“Much better,” Steve rasps. “Sorry about that.”
“Hey,” Eddie’s tone goes a little stern. “Don’t apologize for having limits. I know it can be overwhelming when you hit them sometimes. Were you overwhelmed just now, honey? Or did I hurt you too much?”
“Overwhelmed. You were great.”
“Okay, good. I know we went pretty hard on purpose, but I don’t ever want you to feel like you have to take something that you feel like you can’t just ‘cause I want you to.”
“Never felt that way with you, daddy” Steve manages a little smile, composure returning slightly. “I know I can safeword. I did it today, didn’t I?”
“That’s right,” Eddie presses a quick kiss to the tip of Steve’s nose. “And I’m really proud of you for doing that.”
“Thanks,” Steve can feel the tips of his ears turn pink at having to accept Eddie’s praise in such a vulnerable state. “Am I punished enough for buying my outfit without you, daddy?”
“Mmm…” Eddie pretends to think about it for a minute before Steve huffs in indignation and he caves. “Of course, princess. You took it like a champ.”
“Thank you, daddy. I’m kinda sore but it felt really good.”
“Hey, do you want me to run a bath for us? We can use one of those bath bombs you like.”
“Yes, please.” Steve grins. Eddie always knows just what to say.