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name: sabrina (or brina) age: 23 pronouns: she/her myers-briggs: enfp orientation: bisexual my comfort shows: criminal minds, brooklyn 99, once upon a time, heartstopper, supernatural, stranger things, wednesday my comfort characters: spencer reid (criminal minds), bucky barnes (mcu), steve rogers (mcu), peter parker (mcu), anakin skywalker (star wars), sam winchester (supernatural), peter pan (ouat), albert dasilva (newsies), eddie munson (stranger things), steve harrington (stranger things), xavier thorpe (wednesday), enid sinclair (wednesday)

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important: all daddy/dom content will be tagged under "dd ___" to avoid getting flagged! (ex. #dd eddie munson)

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character tags: under construction

"go ahead, sweetheart. tell eddie what problem we've been having." steve urges you gently, looking sympathetically at your blushing face and then back to his friend.

the words are stuck in your throat when steve first makes the request. you look up at him and whimper, feeling more humiliated with every second that passes.

“it’s okay, y/n. he’s here to help.” steve reassures you, and eddie nods in agreement, giving you a kind and empathetic smile from where he sat on his bed.

"i... i can't take him." you admit quietly, heat rushing through your whole body. you were so embarrassed that it had taken this long, that you had been with steve for months and you still hadn't been able to fit him. steve had been so patient, prioritizing your pleasure over physically fitting inside you, and found lots of other ways to make you feel good (really, really good).

but you wanted more, and you were starting to get fed up with your own body's limitations. luckily, steve's friend eddie was the local BDSM expert, and was more than happy to help when he heard that steve harrington's pretty girl needed some help fitting her daddy.

"you can't take his what, darling?" eddie prods, leaning forward with his hands folded in his lap. he looks at you expectantly, blinking as he waits patiently for your response.

"his cock!" you finally cried. "i want to ride him so bad but i can't fit!" you cover your face with your hands, feeling more embarrassed than ever. steve's hand lands on your back, rubbing soothing circles against the exposed skin.

"ooh," eddie tsk's. "that's no good. we have to fix that, sweetheart." he turns to steve. "we've got to stretch her out, harrington." he said, matter-of-factly. "may i?"

steve turns to you for approval, as you do to him. "i'm scared." you admit, looking into his eyes. "but i want to try. i want to be able to take you." you mumble. steve smiles at your persistence, kissing you on the forehead. "then let's give it a try." eddie pretends to be interested in something on the ceiling while you talk. "alright, munson, be gentle with her. any funny business and i knock your ass out of this trailer, got it?"

"i wouldn't dream of it, harrington." eddie turns to you. "gonna take real good care of this pretty girl." you blush and he gently strokes your cheek, the cool metal of his rings sending a chill up your spine. "can't do it without you, though, harrington- need you to get her warmed up."

steve gladly pulls you into his lap and crashes his lips onto yours, definitely kissing you harder now that someone was watching. eddie bit his lip as he saw you quickly get lost in steve's kiss, whining and grabbing at his shirt for more. you completely forget about your surroundings as your mouths molded together and steve slips his tongue in your mouth, grabbing a fistful of your hair to hold you even closer. you feel your heartbeat moving down your body, the extraordinary passion coming from steve becoming intoxicating. you push yourself down onto his lap, and steve adjusts himself so his knee is inbetween your legs, the denim causing just enough friction against your core.

you whine again, beginning to moan in steve's ear, just loud enough for eddie to hear on the other side of the bed. eddie lets out an involuntary groan, quick to cover it with a barely convincing cough. steve smirks and pulls away from you, his hold on your hair keeping you in place as he turns to eddie.

"she sounds great, doesn't she?" he prompts, raising an eyebrow at his friend. eddie can't take his eyes off of you, your doe eyes staring up at steve impatiently, knuckles turning white as you gripped his shirt in desperation. "you wanna hear for yourself?"

"in a little. keep going." eddie decides, leaning back to watch from a better angle.

steve keeps working his magic on you until you're begging for his touch, trying to push his hands off your hips and onto your belt loops. steve gets the message and slips his hand under the denim of your shorts, his fingers finding their way to the center of your panties. the pads of his index and middle fingers gently brush your core, steve groaning at the feeling of you dripping through the fabric. "fuck, baby." he sucks in through his teeth, pushing slightly more forward. eddie's mouth waters as he imagines what you feel like, growing slightly jealous that steve's hands are the ones in your panties instead of his- but he knows his time is coming, so he waits patiently and chooses to enjoy the show.

"daddy, please." you beg, voice barely above a whisper. "please touch me." you're whimpering, giving steve the biggest puppy dog eyes that you can muster. steve bites his lip to hold in a groan, looking at you with blown pupils and his own flushed cheeks. you look so perfect for him like this, desperate and begging for his touch, willing to let his friend watch because you wanted to fuck him so badly. to put it simply, he felt on top of the world.

"deep breath in, baby." he says, not wanting to deny you any longer, and he lets his middle finger slide through your wetness and into your core, hissing as he feels how unbelievably tight you are. "good girl." he praises as you accept him, letting your head fall back. he takes this as a sign to start moving, and begins slowly pumping his finger in and out of you.

"oh, my god.." you let out a nearly pornographic moan, loving the delicious feeling of steve's finger inside you. your walls aren't used to any type of stretch, and steve's finger reaches spots that you've never felt before. you start to match his rythym, grinding your hips forward and steve can't help his cock from growing so hard that even eddie notices. "good fucking girl." he hisses, eyes blown with lust as he watches you fuck yourself on his finger. "you want another one, baby?"

"yes, please, daddy," you whine as you slowly bounce on his digit. steve begins to get lost in his arousal, as do you, his animalistic instincts taking over at the sound of your mewling voice. he forgets all about the previous incidents and begins sliding a second finger into you, inching his way up to his middle finger. you both should have seen this coming but unfortunately, just as they have too many times before, steve's fingers burn too much, and you have to squeak out your safe word.

steve halts his actions and pulls out of you immediately, quickly wrapping both arms around your frame and pulling you tightly against his heaving chest. he doesn't even glance at eddie, who is also quite worried, but steve is laser focused on you. "are you okay, bunny?" he whispers, stroking your hair with one hand, while the other stays tightly around your waist. you nod into his shoulder, simply frustrated with the growing feeling of deja vu. you groan against steve's skin, trying not to mentally beat yourself up.

meanwhile, eddie is watching intently, doing his best to properly analyze every move you make. "hey, are we all good here?" he asks sincerely as he cocks his head to the side. you nod into steve’s shoulder in response, avoiding direct eye contact with the man on the other side of the bed.

“we can’t continue unless i hear you.” eddie gets serious for a second, reminding you of the rules he set before you three began your session. steve runs your back reassuringly again, and you find the courage to speak.

“yes…. ‘m just embarrassed….” you mumble, finally locking eyes with eddie again. his heart stings as he looks into your desperate and pleading gaze.

"you have nothing to be embarrassed about, sweetheart." eddie smiles warmly. "this is what you came to me for." he shifts his weight, rolling up the sleeves of his leather jacket and leaning forward. "can i try something?" he asks and you bashfully nod. something about eddie made you trust him, and you felt in your heart that he truly wanted to help both you and steve.

you sigh, twitching your nose as you sniffle. "i don't know what's wrong with me..."

"hey, there's nothing wrong with you, darling." eddie interrupts. "i think you need to let that pretty head of yours relax and just focus on your daddy, can you do that for me?" he whispers. you nod again.

eddie motions for steve to turn you around and he obeys, flipping your body so your back is flush against his chest, one of his hands draped across your stomach, the other still underneath your waistband. eddie stays in his spot for the moment, his eyes grazing over you before he tells steve to take off your shorts.

"are you okay with that, sweetheart?" he asks kindly, placing his large, warm hands on your knees. you nod shyly, blushing as steve presses kisses to your neck and begins to slide the denim down your legs. once the material leaves your hips, eddie is biting his lip at the sight in front of him: your pale pink panties with a wet spot spread across the core, the bulge of steve's fingers evident as they wait for eddie's instruction. "panties, too, sweetheart." he gives you a sympathetic smile as you gently lift your hips up and steve removes the fabric, shifting into the perfect position to put you fully on display for eddie. when he's done, your legs are spread, steve's knees keeping them apart, his finger hovering outside your aching cunt. your glistening core is right in front of eddie, leaking desperation onto his bedsheets.

"start again." eddie instructs, and his cock hardens when he sees steve's digit disappear inside of you, reappearing soaked in your wetness. you begin to moan steadily again, you and steve getting lost in your rythym fairly quickly. eddie gets lost in a trance of watching you, your cunt puffy and your head thrown back against steve's shoulder as you whine and moan for him.

eddie leans forward now, his knees pressed against yours. "can i touch you, sweetheart?" steve pauses his motions and presses an extra long kiss against your jaw, whispering barely audible "it's okay" 's into your hair. you decide to tell eddie 'yes' and he grins before springing into action.

his hands immediately land on your breasts, squeezing and kneading them with more force than steve had ever dared try. it feels fantastic, and you're wondering how the thought of playing rough has never crossed your mind. steve resumes fingering you, and the new feeling of pleasure coming from three directions has you panting and groaning between the two men. eddie can tell you're enjoying yourself and reached one hand up to catch your jaw, squeezing just enough to gain control of your movements. he turns your head toward steve, forcing you two to make eye contact as steve pumps in and out of you, directing you to "keep your eyes on your daddy, pretty girl." steve smiles at you, breathing slightly heavy from his pace, but happy to have you so close nonetheless.

eddie pulls away and begins directing steve, but you don't hear him. looking into steve's eyes, every worry you have melts away, leaving you in a blissful state of pleasure and comfort. you don't even realize when steve's ring finger prods your entrance and successfully join his middle. you're so preoccupied in staring at the man you love, you only realize when he begins pumping with both fingers, and you feel your walls stretching around him. you gasp, eyes widening to meet steve's as you look at each other with pure joy and excitement.

"that's two, baby." steve grins proudly at you through thrusts and you giggle, taking a second to press a sincere kiss to his lips as he continues. two of his fingers now hit that spongey spot and you let out a squeak. eddie brings his hands back to your body, one resting on your hip, the other reaching down to find your clit. he begins rubbing slow circles on the button and you sigh, quickly becoming overwhelmed with the pleasure. steve is relentless, your moans fueling every stroke of his hand, biting and sucking on your neck to keep you close. eddie massages your breast with his free hand, the other picking up the pace as he and steve attempt to bring you to release.

"fuck, daddy, eddie," you slur, your toes curling and thighs burning as they work their magic on you. "i think 'm gonna come."

"gonna be a good girl and come for daddy, princess?" steve asks out of habit, biting his lip and angling his palm to thrust into you even deeper. eddie leans forward to suck on the other side of your neck, whispering in your ear:

"come on, sweetheart, soak stevie's fingers." he encourages, and something in you is compelled to do exactly as he says. the coil snaps and you begin to gush all over steve's hand, your juices coating both his and eddie's fingers. "that's it, baby." eddie coos, and steve chimes in; "such a good fucking girl for daddy."

steve is panting as he pulls out of you, immediately bringing his fingers up to his mouth and licking them clean, feeling satisfied as he savors the taste of you.