#steddie!

Teddy I think would be a lot meaner in bed and stricter with rules. However, I think he himself takes pride in keeping his baby on the right track. He's fair, most rules for the reader are set in place to keep them healthy.

And with a reader that has the worst oral fixation known to man, I just know that Eds would EAT THAT UP. Stevie, I think would be psychoanaylzing the reader, then accepting.

My absolute NEED from them though, a nice bath. I feel like Stevie would find baths super intimate. He gets to relax AND care for the reader? Being held by Stevie, his rough chest tickling the readers back. His fingers pressing down gently on the readers tongue while the reader suckles absentmindedly.

Teddy I think would prefer a nap in the back of his van. Maybe the reader strung up lights with him and threw in a whole bunch of pillows and blankets. I feel like he'd pick a random parking lot and just spend the afternoon with the reader, rambling on about lyrics for his next song. Maybe even stringing together a few actual lyrics with the reader. He'd eventually get distracted, the readers top slipping down, and begin thumbing at their chest teasingly. Eds giving the reader his thumb to suck on after they whine.

I have so maNy thoughts on them I don't even know who else to tell LMAO

this is how i see them too in the Steddie dynamic especially. like how i wrote them in Together .

Stevie doesn’t even realize he’s being a daddy dom like 99% of the time he’s with you. Even just casual dominance with Steve is a big one . I feel like he makes you hold the hand to cross the street, never lets you drive, always knows where you’re at, and tbh really only likes when you hang out with people he knows (and can spy on you bc he loves you and gets nervous). He definitely reads into kinks a little sometimes but he overall just finds you too fucking adorable to care and you honestly run his life. Need daddy? Steve comes running no matter what. even if it’s just for emergency cuddles? Steve is there with a blankie ready to go (maybe even a stuffie too).

Eds is…evil hahaha. No but i do think he’s strict. He wasn’t given control in his life as a kid so he absolutely enforces it within the relationship. He loves chaos but the man needs structure and having it with you and steve is his happy place. Yeah he almost failed high school but if you’re in school you know damn well he’s tracking your grades and absolutely no tv until you’ve studied. If he hears you have a goal, he’s there to help you meet that goal. Want to eat healthier? Boom no sweets. Want to learn to play an instrument? Eddie’s teaching you and punishing you if you don’t practice. Oh and if you think you can sass him? You’re fucking asking for it.If you’re in private, he’ll give your mouth a slap so fast just to put you in your place.

Stevie and a bath sounds like heaven. He’d rub your shoulders, maybe even bring a book in and read to you. But i think most of all he’djust love feeling your body relax, and massage you in a nonsexual way even on your breasts and thighs. His love language is physical touch so you know he’s all over it. You might even start to doze off in the tub with him and he’d love it and hold you up.

The back of Eddie’s van wif string lights and the stars i 🥺 just can see him driving to a park or a fucking cliff somewhere only he knows and making a pillow fort bed and having you stare at the stars with him. he’d bring his guitar and play and hum with you, or just have the radio on and talk and talk and talk for hours on end because it’s eddie and his imagination is endless. But of course he absolutely cannot control himself around you and when he sees the way your boobs squeeze together when you lean over toward him he can’t help but stare before connecting his lips with yours and groping you. You’d probably end up bouncing on his dick in the back of the van, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

stop there was a thunderstorm this morning and I had thought about this too :(

CW: Daddy!steve, subby! fem reader, thunder storm, smutty smut I also wrote this rlly fast sooooo sorry if it's not my best!

This is a little more Stevie heavy bc he's been on my mind <3

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The boy is an outcast, awkward, weird, and absolutely sexually deviant. He’s a sadist, and adores the control he can have over a pretty thing like you.

Nevermind how much he loves how he’s defiled pretty boy Steves mind. Steve wasn’t necessarily vanilla before, but he absolutely never would’ve thought of slapping a partner for enjoyment . And he definitely didn’t know how hard his cock would get from watching a little baby like you cry.

Eddie exercises control in any way he can. In the way he can be forceful, Steve can be absolutely manipulating- knowing just how to get you to drop into subspace with a simple phrase. Then, he lets Eddie do whatever perverse things he wants, letting him take the lead .

And you? You love every bit. Letting the boys take control, when you have such a grip of control on every other aspect of life, is a welcome reprieve. Nevermind how turned on you get at the degradation, feeling small, and being absolutely manhandled. It’s exciting to hide the small bruises left on your skin from the night before, or to send risky texts all throughout your day in anticipation for the night to come.

Thank you love!!! I’d love to ✨🥰 This is a short little blurb, but I think I’ll expand on it soon .

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I think it depends on the situation.

if it’s formal, like formally playing, fully in dynamic, they have you kneel and collar you. Steve likes to give you a mantra to repeat to help you drop, something to hold onto if you need to get back into it. It could be simple, having you kneel and repeat “I give control to Daddy and Sir”, or it could pertain more to the scene you’re going to do. He might collar you, then squeeze your cute face and ask you questions to repeat . “Are you going to be a good girl for us?” “Yes Daddy Im going to be a good girl for you and Sir.”

“Are you our little pain slut?”

“I’m your little pain slut” and he makes you repeat it as Eddie toys with you any which way he chooses

It’s hard not to drop when you’re alone around Eddie because he slips into it so easily. He’ll let his fingers wander to the back of your neck, squeezing you like a kitten and whispering something dirty in your ear. Or he’ll ask you to grab him some water, or “go fetch my guitar kitten”, and he’ll expect you to respond with a “Yes Sir” or else there’s consequences

Stevie always throws a protective arm around you when you’re in public . always.

and of course whenever they enforce their little rules, it makes your head fuzzy. Steve loves making you hold his or Eddie’s hand to cross the street, saying you’re too small to go by yourself. Eddie likes to see (and lowkey approve) your outfits before you go out, especially if it’s without one of them. You always have to ask Steve before you go for a second cup of coffee. but don’t worry, Eddie almost always lets you have more candy than you probably should.

But if you talk back? Consider your ass already beaten.

It’s okay baby anon, i love needys like you 🥰

xo Vi

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“God you’re fucking asking for it,” Eddie murmurs in your ear. The words are muddled over the loud music, but his tone is clear - you’re aiming for trouble.

And you were. You wanted their attention, since it had been on the boys all night, when he and Steve were the ones who nearly begged you to come to this party. You were tired from class all day but eddie’s band was playing a set and he says you’re his good luck charm.

You roll your eyes at him, aiming your attention at Steve, who’s looking you up and down. You know it’s a rule in public to keep hands to yourself (for the most part), but you had no other way to get the boys to pay attention to you.

So, you had been chatting it up with Jason all night. Letting yourself bat your eyes at him, even finding your hand wandering to his arm at one point.

And now that you had walked away to get a water, you could feel the heat radiating off of Eddie, with Steve close by.

“Rolling your eyes? Strike fucking two,” Eddie says, leaning his leather clad arm on the counter behind you.

“Yeah yeah. Don’t you have to give your attention to your boys or whatever?”

You go to leave the counter, but are stopped by Steve stepping in your way, trapping you between him, the counter, and Eddie. Barricaded. Fuck

If Eddie’s leather, chains and cigarette weren’t intimidating you tonight, Steve’s loose button up and messy hair sure was. He looked so fucking good. And so pretentious.

“Where ya goin baby? Sounded like you have a lot to say, don’t you?” The pretty boy says, leaving very little room between himself and your chest. “Or did you want to go see your new friend Jason?”

You purse your lips and Eddie snickers beside you, lighting his cigarette. The height Steve has over you makes it hard to continue your bratty facade. You look up at the tall boy, “Like you weren’t talking to some ‘new friends’ all night too,” you try, but you know it’s a weak argument.

Eddie chimes in, his cigarette between his teeth. “Our friends aren’t trying to fuck us , sweetheart. His eyes were only on your tits.” You go to open your mouth but Steve stops you.

“I think, if you want to be able to walk tomorrow, you keep your mouth shut, and stay by my side the rest of the evening,” Steve says, placing his arms on either side of your body. His tone is condescending, even as a charming smirk paints his face.

You huff in response. “She already rolled her eyes at me once Stevie, seems like she’s forgotten her place,” Eddie says, nudging the boys shoulder as he stands up. “But i’m sure you can remind her.”

Eddie walks away, back to his band, and looks over his shoulder at you. You know that out of the three of you, Steve holds the most jealousy when you talk to other men. He’s the one who’s really upset.

“You rolled your eyes at him?” Steve asks you and you evade his gaze. Eyes looking anywhere but at his burning ones.

He grips your chin in between his fingers. “I asked you a question.”

“Yes,” you whisper, embarrassed at the way he’s manhandling you in public. Embarrassed and…turned on.

“Yes what?”

“Steve we’re in public…” you whisper back at him. There’s no way he expects you to call him -

“I simply don’t give a fuck. You want to break rules in public? You can get put in your place in public.” His grip on your chin is strong. His jaw is tight and you swear he’s clenching his fist at his side.

You can see Eddie eyeing you both from behind him, smirking as he knows Steve is taking control of the situation (you).

Steve turns your chin back to face him, breaking you away from Eddie’s gaze.

“Now I’ll ask you one more time : Yes what?“

“Yes…daddy,” you reply, feeling small. Your fists are clenched at your sides and embarrassment floods your cheeks. They rarely go into dynamic in front of anyone else.

Steve releases your chin and nods in response. “That’s right.” He reaches behind you to grab your water and places it in your hand. Your lips are formed into a pout, your eyebrows knitted together.

“Don’t act like this doesn’t have you dripping for me,” Steve says. His tone is so casual it’s infuriating. You look at him with puppy eyes and damn near whimper. He’s right. He knows he’s right. And he chuckles right in your face.

He begins to walk away from you, leaving you a mess by yourself. But he looks over his shoulder- “Come,” he says, reaching his hand out for you to grab.

And that’s where you stayed the rest of the night, clinging to Steve’s arm like a baby as he stood with the rest of the boys. Eddie watched you knowingly and would smirk every time he saw you hide away from his gaze.