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strangererotica · 7 months ago

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EXPLICIT CONTENT | MINORS DNI

Sub!Steve Harrington x Reader • Includes unprotected p in v sex, breeding kink, overstimulation, light degradation • 🍯 enjoy! 💛

Steve always was a pushover whenever his cock was inside you. It was almost cruel, the way you enjoyed manipulating him like wet clay in your hands; but he didn’t object in the slightest. Lodged snug and warm inside your moist cunt, Steve’s cock (and the man attached to it) was in its happy place. You could have asked him to give you the world and he would have agreed, and meant every breathy, desperate word his promise contained. Because Steve’s brain wasn’t running at full capacity when you were fucking him, not by a long shot...

“Can we take another vacation?” you cooed at his ear, already knowing the answer. Steve’s eyes were pressed shut as he fought against the urge to come too soon. His balls were so full they ached, swollen and tender, desperate to be drained inside of you. Steve’s breath was hot and labored, escaping his lungs in fistfuls of air. His voice was strained when he spoke, a string of words broken by a moan as you rocked your hips; “anything-any-anywhere you-want to go ba-by, jus-oh god, just keep riding me like th-fucking christ-feel so good on me, honey-fuck…”

You flashed Steve a wicked little grin, before swiping your tongue along his neck, savoring the way his cock pulsed against your walls in response. You held Steve’s chin in your hand, forcing him to face you. His eyelids lifted slowly, lazily, like a doll’s, revealing glassy brown orbs beneath them. What a pretty toy Steve was in your hands, and how you loved to play with him…

“Buy me a puppy?” you purred, wiggling your hips just slightly. Steve’s lips parted with a groan so pitiful, so needy, that you almost felt sorry for him. “Or maybe you can be my puppy?” you teased, sinking over Steve’s length, nipping at his chin with your teeth. “You remind me of a dog right now…panting and drooling all over the place…”

Steve cursed under his breath, feeling his resolve weaken by the second. He knew he couldn’t last much longer; every move you made massaged his cock a little closer to climax. Steve’s impending orgasm was more than obvious to you, based on his behavior and the beads of sweat dotting his hairline. “One last thing,” you murmured. Steve’s big, indulgent eyes lolled to meet yours. You placed both palms on the sides of his cheeks, cupping Steve’s face between your hands. “Anything, honey,” Steve groaned, willing himself not to come. “Whatever you want, it’s already yours…”

With your eyes wide and innocent for Steve, and in the most delicate voice you could conjure, you softly made your final request of him: “Give me a baby, Steve…”

With those words, Steve crumbled completely apart, every bit of resistance he had dissolving in the wet heat where your bodies connected. He whimpered both your name and God’s in a flurry of praise, till they were one and the same. You humped Steve with sloppy, messy thrusts, milking him dry, till he was overstimulated and begging you to stop…

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hungharrington · 2 years ago

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☁ — sweet talk !

summary: you're interested in your boyfriend's history- well, more like what he used to do that made the stories about king steve in bed spread like wildfire during school. you find out for yourself. fem!reader. 2k. minors DNI

Look, you love your regular ol’ Steve. Stevie. Steeb. He’s a sweetheart through and through — holds the door for you, holds your hand, gives kisses on your cheek, in your hair.

He’s a generous lover. Knows each little thing that makes you tick and just gives and gives to you. Answers your whimpers for more with a deeper grind of his hips, holds your hand as he buries his face between your thighs. He’s a giver.

But a small part of you, just a small part, has always wondered about King Steve.

You don’t want his sneering jabs and aloof disinterest — no, that’s all very much better off left in the past.

But the stories, the stories of how he left girls’ heads spinning, of the filthy fucks at bathrooms, all teasing and cocky King Steve, panty dropper.

You’re just a little bit— alright, marginally interested. Maybe decently interested.

So, you ask. It’s one of those games Steve likes to play sometimes at parties, the two of you begin as though you’re strangers. You’ll act coy, leaned against a wall with a low-cut shirt and a tight skirt and Steve puts on the moves.

It’s always the same stuff and it always makes you nervously giggle. A hand rested above your head against the wall so he can lean in low, whisper in your ear, something cheesy like, “I saw you from across the room and thought you looked so sexy,” that never fails to make you both break, spilling into laughter.

It’s one of the song and dances you two do, flirting like it’s your first time time meeting to keep things fresh. But tonight, when he cages you against the kitchen counter, hands planted on either side and he’s leaning in close, showering you compliments— you ask.

Your fingers tuck into his collar, keep him close, keep his lips ghosting the shell of your ear and whisper to him. “And what would King Steve say?”

You turn, just enough to see his face. The flush that climbs his cheeks as he considers it is glorious to see, but too his credit, he remains cool.

Steve’s eyes darken, rake over your expression and finds what he’s searching for. One of the hands on the counter shifts to cup your waist, dragging his thumb over the exposed skin tantalisingly.

“He would ask what colour your panties are,” Steve murmurs in your ear, voice somehow lower than before. The gravel in his tone shoots straight to your core. “And then ask you to prove it, in the bathroom.”

Before you even get a moment, his thumb dips into the waistband of your skirt, just an inch — and you suck in a breath instinctively. Steve chuckles and it has a condescending lilt to it. You’re nearly ashamed of how much it turns you on.

“So,” you reply, more breathy than intended. “Are you gonna take me to the bathroom then?”

Steve’s eyes light up and a pleased smirk plays on his lips — his hands wandering further from your waist, over your ass, toying with the edge of your skirt.

“Pretty girl like you?” He hums, the air of cockiness you know is King Steve beginning to take over. “No way, baby. I’d have you in the car.”

The way he says it, like he knows he’s already got you wrapped around his finger has heat crawling in your tummy, thighs squirming just a bit. The party is all but abandoned and you have to try your best to not look too eager on your way out. Steve’s wandering hand, which follows a line straight from your tummy down your thigh, doesn’t help in the least.

His hand is glued to your thigh, the entire drive home, the sweet caress of his thumb driving you crazy. Worse, Steve knows it — he takes his eyes off the empty road to watch your expression when he grazes closer to your hot cunt. Laughs a bit at the flutter of your lashes, the shuddering breath you take.

“Y’gonna let me fuck you properly when we back?” He asks, all smug, rolling his head in your direction. He doesn’t even give you time to respond, not that you can think of words at the moment.

“Yeah, you are, aren’t you?” He hums, his other hand draped lazily over the wheel. He squeezes your thigh, some murmur of ‘being good’ you can’t quite catch.

Despite his cool composure, you can the effect this whole act is having on him. His hips shift upwards for a moment, adjusting himself and clearing his throat. It thrills you more to know you’re both getting off on it.

You don’t make it inside once Steve kills the car’s ignition, parked in the shadow of his house. It’s dark out, a few streetlights here and there, but just light enough to see Steve. He smiles at the way you turn to him, looking for what’s happening next.

He puts his seat back just a bit, backing away from the wheel, and beckons you over. It’s an awkward clamber and when your knee knocks the gear stick and you whisper an “Ow”, only then does Steve break character for a moment.

“Shit, honey, y’alright?” He asks, pulling you into his lap, one hand travelling to your knee instantly. He gives a comforting rub. Concern knits his brows together. It hurts, but barely. You smirk and wind you arms around his neck.

“Wow, who knew King Steve was such a sweetheart.” You tease. You sink down, settling atop his thighs, and move to grind down against him but Steve’s hands are faster. His hands grip your hips, holding them tight in place, and you whine in retaliation before you think.

Steve huffs that cocky laugh, squeezes the flesh of your thighs, pawing back to grab at your ass. “Too needy, aren’t you? You’ll just have to wait, mhm.”

Then his lips are on your skin, on your neck, sucking and scraping. Steve knows all your sensitive spots, the way to play with your lobe to make you slick and whimper aloud. He’s merciless, nibbles and licks that make your tummy burn tighter and hotter — your hips move against his hold automatically, beginning to get desperate for friction.

“Stevie…” You rasp after a couple minutes. The air is just your heavy pants, Steve’s fervent motions, the sound of his hands scraping across the fabric of your clothes. His hands cup your ass, move to under your thighs, and he curls his fingers around the edge of your skirt and tugs it up just a bit.

“I know, baby.” He coos against your skin. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

You groan aloud softly, all his words travelling right to your cunt with a throb. You nod instantly, hoping, praying he’ll give you more. That he’ll let you kiss him.

“Let me have a kiss,” You pout, fingers curling into his hair, ready to tug his face up. Steve smiles at your words, despite his act, but he doesn’t show it. Doesn’t even move his face out. Just mumbles, “Nuh uh, baby. Not yet.” against your neck, breath hot, just to draw it all out.

While you still have a single coherent thought, you consider this the main difference between your Steve and this King Steve. King Steve is a fucking tease.

Your hips shift again, feeling his hardness beneath you. The desperation for some relief is building but Steve’s hands are already firm, holding you in place. He pulls back this time and fuck, if it isn’t a beautiful sight.

Lips pink and sheened with spit, cheeks a tad pink, eyes half-lidded in his lazy motions.

“Baby,” he begins, an annoyed drawl to his voice. “I’m taking care of you, yeah? Wait your turn.”

And before there room for protest, he’s back on you, lips pulling out every single sound from you he can. His hands move up to grope at your boobs, his fingers pinching at your nipples to make you whimper, then massaging it into pleasure to make you sigh. Your neck must be littered in hickies by this point.

It’s heaven. It’s torture. You grip his hair tighter as he works at a spot below your ear that forces little mewls out your throat and you try to contain your hips.

As Steve’s hands work downward, tracing the crease of your thighs inwards, you shudder and lean forward into him. Your forehead presses against his shoulder, still exposing your neck, and you can’t help how good it feels, you go a bit slack. Steve notices in a moment.

“Mmm, there you go.” He hums, voice low and still coated in smugness. “That’s it, just like that, huh?”

The dirty talk is making your head spin, making your cunt throb in want, your nipples tighten. You know the moment Steve’s fingers delve under your skirt, he’ll find a wet patch of slick.

His hands, however teasing, don’t venture under your skirt — and instead, he grips your hips again. This time, he pulls you closer and down, grinding up against at the same time. The pleasure burns hot and you moan lightly, fingers clenching in Steve’s hair and you find yourself chasing another grind instantly.

Steve doesn’t let you, hips still holding you in place. He sets the pace, a slow back and forth grind that pulls filthy noises from you. “That’s it, huh baby? That’s what you need, isn’t it? Taking what I give you, so good.”

His low voice, dripping in smugness, makes it hotter. Just a little mean. You force yourself to tug your head up, wanting more friction against him.

Despite the hardness in his jeans giving him away, he’s the most collected you’ve ever seen him for the situation. Eyes half-lidded, pink lips curled into a smirk, like he’s just observing you, not even partaking.

It’s all apart of King Steve; he gets you all hot and bothered, chest heaving and nails digging into his skin, while he looks cool as a cucumber. You let out a pathetic sounding noise, hips bucking against his hold.

“Oh, baby,” he crows, all faux-sympathetic, like he’s not grinding back up at you in that moment to make you mewl. Finally, one of his hands shift, pushing the fabric of your skirt up you thighs. Steve’s eyes gleam at the sight- sticky panties that are every bit of evidence of your arousal.

“Look at you,” He murmurs. You fight back every noise building in your throat, but they melt out when his thumb comes down to rub you through your panties. It’s a soft touch, a gentle stroke that’s nowhere near enough for you. Definitely on purpose.

You whine, arching against him and try to press forward, asking silently for more, more more. To your surprise, Steve doesn’t tease you, doesn’t draw this part out. His thumb presses against your clit, rubbing firm circles that he knows makes you fall apart — and your resounding moan is much louder than you’re expecting, barely managing to muffle it into his shoulder.

Steve chuckles at it, doesn’t let up his pace, adoring how your hips twitch against his touch — you want more and yet, this feels like so much. You feel delirious, feel flushed in every part of your body, feel your hole clench around nothing and whine aloud because of it.

“Too much f’you?” He asks cockily. “We haven’t even made it inside yet, baby. How are you gonna handle it then, hmm?”

How indeed.

now with a part two here.

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steveharringtonat3am · 9 months ago

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no thoughts just riding steve after a stressful day at work

smut 18+, mentions of alcohol, adorable boyfriend steve, reader on top, penetration

You’re still cursing as you swing the apartment door open, letting it close in a much harsher fashion than normal. You had spent the entire day irritated. Your boss, your coworkers, and even your clients had managed to piss you off. You kick your heel off, letting them fly into the corner by the door as you head to the kitchen.

You had spent the car ride practically dreaming about the wine you were about to have. The glass has barely touched your lips when a voice perks up.

“Tough day?” Steve calls from the couch, reading glasses perched on his nose and a book in hand. Something in you melts when you see him and your feet carry you over to him on instinct.

He sets the book down as you climb into his lap, putting your wine glass next to his kicked up feet on the table.

“It was horrible.” He rubs your back as you lay your head on his shoulder, taking a few breaths. You don’t wanna direct your anger to Steve so you have to calm down just a little.

“I’m sorry sweetheart.” His fingers tangle with yours as you sit up to face him. Steve has always been pretty, you knew that the day you met him, but he was especially gorgeous on nights like this. Maybe it was the pure domesticity of it. Your boyfriend, Steve Harrington, sitting on your couch in his pyjamas on a Friday night. You almost couldn’t believe it.

“I’m just glad you’re here.” You relax against him once more.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” His big hands rub up and down the exposed skin of your legs.

“Honestly it was so stressful just talking about it might piss me off again.” You mumble against his neck.

“Do you wanna talk about it while you ride me? That always works wonders for your stress.” You can hear the smile in his voice but the offer is sincere.

“Yeah?” You confirm, already excited at the idea.

“Go ahead sweetheart.” He winks as you shift his pants down just enough to reveal his cock. He’s already half hard so it only takes a few strokes to get him ready.

Ever the gentleman, Steve is already bunching your pencil skirt around your waist, eyes dark behind his glasses when he sees your red thong.

“What’s this?” He plays with the fabric over your hip, licking his lips.

“It doesn’t show panty lines.” You smile as you sit up and pull the fabric to the side to take the tip of his cock.

Steve is big. Bigger than most, so riding him is usually a challenge. Luckily, it’s one that you’re always up for.

“There you go baby…” He groans as you sink down on him, already soaked.

“God this is exactly what I needed.” You moan as you start to move up and down. You take it nice and slow, letting yourself adjust. There’s no urgency in your movements. You have all the time in the world.

“So, what pissed you off?” Steve kisses along your collarbone between words, making you giggle at the sensation.

“Just-just my coworkers being stupid. Can you believe Danielle didn’t overnight the contracts I gave her? Then Mr. Zelleman got mad at me for it! It was so-so stupid.” As Steve helps you move up and down on him, you start to care less and less about work and more about how incredible his cock feels.

“So stupid…” He mumbles in agreement, kissing at your neck in a way that’s sure to leave a mark. You can’t be bothered about it though, as you start to move faster. Your stomach tightens in a very familiar way. Steve’s hands tighten their grip on yours, hips jutting up to meet your own. You press your lips against his desperately as your orgasm hits you. Pleasure that you can hardly contain shoots through you as the warmth of Steve’s orgasm fills you. As the euphoria fades, so does your energy.

You slump against Steve’s chest, his arms coming around to hug you. There’s not a thought in your head as you attempt to catch your breath.

“Feel better?” He asks.

“…About what?”

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wroteclassicaly · 10 months ago

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18+

Steve making you cockwarm a dildo, and kissing you in achingly-languid strokes as you sit atop it.

“What’s wrong, honey? Can’t sit still? Somethin’ wrong?”

The look you give him just makes his cock kick up until it’s pressing into the teeth of his Levi’s zipper. He licks between clenched teeth, reaching for the plush of your waistline to squeeze, moving you only slightly — enough to where you hear a rude squelch, and then you’re settled back against the faux balls of your toy.

“Could do this all night, you know? Seeing you like this… Just… all for me, hmm?”

He doesn’t let you get a word out, stealing the breath from your lungs with a violent kiss, all tongues and stringing spit. He parts and takes that web down your jaw, leaving his claim all over your jugular, flicking his tongue across your pulse point and back up.

“Good girl. Bet you’re squeezing that toy so tight, aren’t you?”

You try to move and he uses one massive palm to hold your hips in place. “Ah, ah. Did I say that you could do that, baby?”

He pulls your bottom lip in between his own, giving it a suck and releasing with a plop before he goes back to kissing you, fingers all over your face, your neck’s nape, down to pinch your nipples and hold your breasts in his hands. You’re not sure if you’ll survive this one…

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loserboysandlithium · 1 year ago

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Memory Lane: Steve Harrington One Shot

Summary: (Older Steve x reader) You and your husband Steve decide to go on a hike. When you come across your old make out spot it sends you down memory lane and reminds you of all the good times you had there. And all the filthy things you used to do. ;) ⚠️explicit sexual content. minors DNI⚠️

“I think I’m getting old.” Steve pants as he wipes a bit of sweat from his forehead. You snort and roll your eyes at him as you continue up the incline of the trail, leaves crunching under your feet.

“Okay, grandpa.” you tease, turning around jogging backwards, earning a cheeky smile from him.

“Show off.” he smirks, jogging after you. You feel the cool fall wind on your cheeks as you spin around, sprinting away from him. His laugh echoes behind you as he hurries to catch up.

You squeal as he tackles you to the forest floor, his body landing on top of yours. His cheeks are rosy, his brown locks wildly disheveled, sticking out from beneath his yellow beanie.

You pout up at him. “You’re gonna break my back.” you joke and he smiles, leaning down kissing your lips gently, his scruff tickling your cheeks.

“Okay, grandma.” he laughs lightly, rolling off of you.

You stand up, brushing the leaves from your legs as you spot a familiar landmark to the left. Skull Rock. You smile reaching out to take his hand as you pull him closer. You can remember it so clearly. Meeting him here on those summer nights, being tangled in each other’s arms. It started as a simple make out spot. One that wasn’t exactly new to him. But you never thought the two of you would end up here now. Married with kids. A little house in a cute neighborhood.

You remember the excitement every time you got a call from him. The butterflies that would fill your stomach. And the first time he touched you was here. The first time you ever made him cum was right in this spot. His face forever burned in your memory.

“How long has it been since we’ve been here?” Steve whispers. His eyes meet yours as he leans against the old stone. Is he thinking the same thing? Thinking about all the times we had here.

“Too long.” you smile up at him, pressing your body against his. You kiss him. Softly at first, slowly increasing in intensity. Your arms wrap around his neck as his hands come to rest on your hips. You moan into his mouth as your need for him grows.

“Kiss me like you used to.” you murmur, taking a fistful of his hair as you press your body even closer to his. His tongue greets yours hungrily and you smile as you feel his hands move to your ass. He lifts you suddenly, spinning you around until your back is pressed against the cool rock.

“Baby..” he moans as you both pant into the kiss, your tongues swirl together wildly as he squeezes your ass, your hips grinding against his waist.

You wrap your lips around his tongue, sucking forcefully, pulling a rumble from his chest. His lips move to your neck, sucking fiercely, the pressure of his lips sure to leave a bruise behind. You couldn’t remember the last time he had marked you so publicly.

You tighten your grip on his hair as your head falls back giving him more room to litter your skin with his love bites.

“Steve..” you whimper desperately as his teeth sink into your soft skin. You push him off of you, dropping your feet back to the ground. You grab his jacket pushing him against the rock instead as you drop to your knees.

You can see his hard on through his sweatpants making you throb in between your thighs.

“Right here?” he exhales as you hook your fingers in the hem of his sweats dropping them to his ankles.

“We used to do it all the time, baby. Don’t you remember?” you purr, taking his hard dick in your hand.

“Y-Yes.. oh shit, baby.” he stutters. You spit on his cock, using your saliva to glide your hand up and down quickly.

“Holy shit, honey.” Steve pants as you bring his cock to your lips, focusing on the tip. Little kitten licks making his eyes fall shut. You kiss his thick head, moving your wet lips all around the mushroom tip, tasting his precum on your lips.

“Sweetie, I- mmm.” he struggles to form a sentence as you finally take him in your mouth.

You moan around his cock, sucking sloppily, looking up at his face full of pleasure.

“Yes.. oh my god, yes.” he mumbles as his head falls back against the rock behind him. You bring your nails to his thighs, sinking them into his skin as you swirl your tongue, bobbing up and down.

Praises fall from his kiss swollen lips as you gag and splutter around his thick member.

It had been a while since you’d given him head like this. Where you just couldn’t get enough. Where you craved to have his cum pour down your throat. Life gets busy and becomes routine and sometimes you forget the days where you couldn’t keep your hands off each other. Not anymore.

The noises coming from your husband are ones you haven’t heard in so long. You’re dripping from his raspy moans, his needy little whimpers. His jaw is slack, eyes rolled back into his head as brings his hands to your head.

“Baby.. oh fuck..”

He starts to gently press your head down, guiding his long cock deeper into your throat. Your eyes fill with tears as you do your best to relax your muscles.

You trail your fingers around to his ass, pulling his hips into you. He takes the hint and begins happily fucking your throat. Spit leaks from the corners of your lips as he uses you for his pleasure. He’s rough, slamming into your throat, fingers digging into your cheeks as he thrusts into you.

Tears stream down your face in little rivers as you attempt to hollow your cheeks. Your throat is sore already, you can’t imagine what it will feel like when tomorrow comes but you don’t care. You’ve missed this side of him. Animalistic, feral, slightly arrogant. King Steve.

“Look at you on your knees. You love this cock. L-Love having me pound your fucking throat, don’t you?” he chuckles and you nod through your tears. He sticks his foot between your thighs, his hiking boot landing right beneath your warmth.

“I can only imagine how wet you are, honey. Want you to cum too, angel.” he looks down at you with a cocky grin as he lifts the toe of his boot, pressing against the wet material of your leggings.

Holy shit.

You drop a little lower, slowly beginning to grind on his shoe, the friction making you moan immediately.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” Steve moans as you look up at him fluttering your lashes. You speed up your hips, grinding your clit across his shoe, your orgasm building quickly.

“Gonna cum in that pretty mouth, baby. Want you to swallow for me.. j-just like you used to.” he grunts, his cock driving into your throat rapidly. You nod again, pleasure pulsing through you as you rut against the toe of his boot.

Your moans and cries send vibrations all around his dick as you both lose control. Your hips buck against him in short spasms as your pussy flutters around nothing. You force your eyes open to watch his face as he pumps your mouth full of his warm seed.

You swallow around his length as his cum coats your throat, his cock twitching uncontrollably in your mouth. He praises you, mumbling incoherently, wiping your tears away with his thumbs as he gives you every last drop.

You slide your lips off of him and he pulls you back to your feet.

“Oh my fucking god.” you laugh breathlessly, kissing his soft lips, your fingers threading in his brown hair. Steve’s chest is rising and falling rapidly, his breathing heavy as you kiss him.

“Call a sitter, because I’m really gonna break your back when we get home.” Steve burns, his eyes still gleaming.

Fuck yes. You bite your lip, leaning in closer. “Yes sir.”

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harringtons-cupid · 2 years ago

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Taking turns - Steddie x Fem! reader

Based off a conversation with @moonchildquinn

Warnings-18+: breeding kink, threesome, creampies, rope bondage, dirty talk, slight female masturbation. male recieving and male partaking blowjob. Nipple play Ovulation sex. MLM kissing

Tagged: @joeschains @choke-me-eddie @urlbitchin @corrodedcherry @eddiemunsons-missingnipple @mcbeanzontoast @pleasantlycrazyworld @bisexual-byers @imjuststeddietrashatthispoint @hellfiremunsonn @luna-munson83

Masterlist | Buy me a coffee

Steve And Eddie had been keeping tabs on your cycles, documenting it until the week that suspected that you were ovulating.

You woke up on Saturday morning, Eddie’s curly hair was messy against your pillow. Smells of food were wafting through into the bedroom from the kitchen, pulling you out of your slumber.

Wrapping your silk robe around your body, you entered the kitchen to see Steve cooking with nothing but a blue apron wrapped tightly around his body.

He looked good, very fuckable

Smirking at you, he plated specific food in front of you. Describing to you each nutritional benefit of every piece of food, you sensed that something was up as you ate all the food.

Not wanting to press it, you went to see Eddie who had awoken from his sleep and was organising clothes out the wardrobe. Pressing an outfit against the wooden doors with a smirk, you examined it and noticed that it was for you.

It was skimpy, a short skirt with a boob exposing top. With no underwear.

You shrugged and dressed it, feeling confident as you stared at yourself in the mirror. Watching in the reflection as Eddie walked past you completely naked, your clit began to throb against the poof at the sight of him.

Grinding yourself slowly against the poof, piecing two and two together you realised that you were ovulating and they were teasing you. Wanting to push your buttons and it was working.

Moaning under your breath as your clit got wetter and wetter against the material, it was rocking harder. Your eyes tightly closed as you grasped onto the desk for support, not noticing that both boys were hovering over you and watching you.

Just as you reached your orgasm they interrupted you.

“Steve look at her, she’s so horny. Making herself feel good, how naughty” he sneered, making you open your eyes at once.

They grabbed your arms making you squeal from lack of friction and threw you onto the bed. Working quickly to tie you down onto the bed, you whimpered and thrusted your hips aggressively against the bed.

You were soaking, it dripped down your legs as they spread you as far as you could.

“Oh baby, you look so perfect. All tied up, now you can’t touch yourself” Eddie teased, sucking down onto your nipples.

Nodding over to Steve who had ripped his apron off onto the floor, towering over you completely naked. His cock hard and throbbing clasped around his hand, groaning as he stroked it. Twirling his precum with his fingers, his eyes flickered between Eddie and you.

Eddie stopped sucking your nipples and made his way to Steve, dropping to his knees and taking Steve’s cock into his mouth. Warming him up as Steve’s moans echoed into the room, his hands playing with Eddie’s hair as he facefucked him.

All you could do was watch, rattling yourself to get their attention against the bed. Grunting and moaning louder and louder as Eddie choked on Steve’s cock for another minute longer before removing it from his mouth with a loud gasp and pant.

Steve leant forward and kissed Eddie passionately before whispering in his ear, they nodded and walked over to you. Eddie’s lips met yours, they tasted like Steve’s cock.

Moaning against his lips as Steve spanked your clit with his tip, sliding it between your folds and trading your entrance. You whined as he slowly slid inside you, your pussy was soaked around him as his fingers played with your nipples.

“God your pussy is so wet baby, all ready for me to fill you up” he grunted, folding your legs around his back.

Your hips rocked with his as Eddie’s tongue battled with yours, his cock hitting your soft spot as you found yourself slowly edging back up to orgasm.

“Steve, Eds. I could cum” you panted, whining against Eddie’s lips.

Your tits bouncing heavily as he thrusted harder and harder inside you, your clit throbbing as his pelvic bone. Eddie’s cock dug into your thigh, he was loving you being ruined by Steve.

All sweaty and hot for him, waiting for the perfect moment to fuck Steve’s cum deeper and deeper inside you. Your lips were raw and red as Eddie took a breath of air.

“Cum for me baby, cum all over my cock” Steve moaned, his eyes tightly closed as he bent his body back.

You wailed loudly into the room as his cock hit your perfect spot, your body shook heavily as your pussy pulsated. Squirting heavily onto Steve’s cock, coating your legs and the bed with your cum.

Steve didn’t slowly down as you felt yourself cum for the second time, riding the high until you felt yourself get tired. His hands gripping onto every bit of skin, his cock pulsating inside you as he listened to Eddie and you moan together.

“Fuck baby, I’m going to fill your pussy up with my cum. Cum in you until your pregnant, you’d love that wouldn’t you?” He grunted against your body, raising his hand up to your clit and spanking it hard.

You nodded pathetically, your pussy aching from being fucked but your hips thrusted against his as you felt his cock pulsate hard inside you.

Shaking heavily as he grinded his tip against your soft spot, your cum still leaking out your pussy as you felt him edge closer and closer to his orgasm. His moans turning into pants as his nails dung into your skin, he was close and you were ready.

He came hard inside you, filling up your pussy just like he said he would. Not stopping until his cum was deeper inside you, sliding out of you. He kissed your thighs, licking up any loose bit of cum.

When you thought it was over, you hazily watched the boys swap places. Steve’s lips met yours as Eddie wasted no time before he slid his own cock inside you.

Eddie was a little bit bigger than Steve but not by much.

“Don’t worry baby, I’ve been dying to fuck you. This won’t take long, I just gotta fill you with my cum” he groaned, his tip hitting your hot cum filled pussy.

You focused on Steve as Eddie’s cock pounded hard inside you, trying your hardest not to get to overstimulated.

Steve whispering in your ear how good you were for them, he stroked your hair out of your face as you whined against his mouth.

Eddie’s cock twitched inside you, he was right. He did say that it wouldn’t take long.

Already so turned on by watching Steve fuck you that he couldn’t hold his cum in any longer. Thrusting harder and harder inside you, feeling your warm walls slide against his cock.

Throbbing as his tip grinded until his cum spurted out inside you, filling your pussy full of his cum. He shuddered as his cock continued to empty itself inside you, holding onto your body for support.

Your eyes met his as he continued to fuck you harder and harder until all his cum was coated against your walls. Copying Steve, he slid out of you and licked your thighs clean. Nibbling on them before roughly untiring you.

Kissing your body passionately before pulling you closer to him, both boys held you tightly.

“Such a Good girl for us, letting us use your pussy like that.” He cooed and kissed your cheek softly.

“He’s right but you’d better hope that you’re pregnant or else we’ll have to try that again until you are. Got that baby girl?” He wiped your forehead clean before kissing you, nodding at Steve with a wink.

You whimpered at his words, your pussy throbbing with exhaustion and cum. You closed your eyes, with the boys surrounding you.

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songbirdmunson · 1 year ago

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Thinking about Steve pounding into you from behind, his pointer finger hooked on the inside of your mouth, pulling uncomfortably at it as you drool all over yourself. There’s a vein protruding out in his forehead as he works his hips roughly against you, making your ass bounce with every thrust, calling you his good little fuck toy while you whine helplessly, “who’s fucking you this good honey?” He asks taking his finger out of your mouth, “k-king Steve.” You whisper a harsh slap landing across your ass as he wraps his other hand around your neck pulling you up so that your shoulders are pressed back against his chest. His dick is so deep inside of you that you feel like you can’t breathe. “M’sorry what was that? I couldn’t hear you, I said, who’s fucking you this good?” You whimper as he turns your head making you keep eye contact with him, “King Steve!” You cry out, pushing your ass back against him begging for him to continue fucking you. “Atta girl.” He growls out, pushing you back into the sheets and pounding into you even harder than before….

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thosefuzzywordfeelings · 6 months ago

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i had another thought. because it feels like the sixth circle of hell in the uk right now, i’m sweating to death. mdni 😌

Steve Harrington’s parents are never home. he begins to act like the house is his as he gets into his early 20’s, not moving out because why bother if there’s a perfectly good empty house right here?

it’s a hot summer’s day, and he invited you over, his teal blue pool looking deliciously inviting as beads of sweat formed against your brow. sitting by the edge with your feet dipped in the water made for a refreshing difference compared to the Hawkins humidity.

Steve had an ice cooler in between you both, beers and fruity drinks bottled in ice. Clinking your bottles together and sipping, you leant back on your elbows as Steve watched you bask in the sun. Droplets of sweat rolled down the crevice of your chest, sliding down your sternum and pooling in the dip of your belly button. His eyes were burning rays hotter than the sun across your body, as your swimsuit was almost invisible to his imagination.

He slunk gently into the pool, as you squinted your eyes to watch him bob gently in the water over to between your legs.

“now, what’re you doing harrington?” you’d smile softly, as his now cold wet hands pried your thighs apart a little.

“nothin’. just in need of refreshments.” he would smirk, pressing kisses along your calf and to the side of your knee.

“baby, there’s like 45 drinks in this cooler, what do you want?” you’d ask with a giggle, sitting up again to look down at him looking up at you; his eyelashes wet and his brown eyes all pretty.

“none of them are hitting that spot, you know?” steve would say with a lower tone than usual, his fingertips dancing along your inner thighs. he would bring his hand up to your chest softly, pushing you back onto your elbows again before letting his mouth meet the dip of your hip and thigh.

oh. oh. you’d raise an eyebrow at the boldness of the man in front of you, pressing open mouth kisses along the hem of your swimsuit bottoms.

“need somethin’ a whole lot…sweeter.” Steve murmured, his fingers dancing with the strings at the sides.

“Will you let me, honey? Can’t let a poor man get dehydrated in this heat now? You wouldn’t do that to me, would you?” He teased, slowly pulling the strings as he kept his eyes on your face. You’d nod obviously and he’d lap you up like a famished man in the desert.

Tongue rolling along you like it was searching and waiting for the last drop of nectar in the universe, arms wrapping around your thighs and hands gripping the flesh as if he’d die if you moved away from his skilled mouth.

I can’t cope. I need this. Now.

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lavendermunson · 1 year ago

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christmas lights - steve harrington

day 2 of leia's christmas tree farm

cw +18 nsfw. slight perv!steve and perv!reader. pet names. DON'T TRY THIS AT HOME.

Those jeans. Those stupid, tight, sexy, blue jeans.

Do you know why he refused to match pajamas today, he knows he looks so fucking good on those Levi's. You watch as he squats down to open the boxes his mom left in the attic, full of Christmas decorations. You didn't want to leave Steve doing this alone, you always kept him company when his parents didn't even bother to remember him, not even in this special season.

He notices your glances, your flushed face as you stare at his ass, or the growing bulge on his pants. You start to feel the wetness in your panties.

The problem is, he always does this. Wearing those blue jeans to get you worked up you decided to get in the game, wearing the shortest skirt you own which happens to be his favorite.

"A little help with the lights? I'm almost done unpacking everything" he says, leaving you alone with your dirty thoughts and a mess of lights. They are tangled, how can someone pack them like this, I hope they survive.

You take the lights on your hands, trying to untangle them but the only thing they do is tangle more around your arms. Trapping your wrists. You shake them off desperately, maybe they don't work and you can get them out of yourself with your little strength. Or maybe they do work and Steve is going to kill you for breaking them.

You let out a sigh, you are desperate to try them but you can't take them off of yourself.

You find the plug and plug them in.

"They work!" you squeal, getting up and checking every bulb on them to make sure they work perfectly. That's when Steve comes and sees you with the lights around your wrists.

"Oh, what do we have here?" He grins because you look so hot. You are tied up and your face is flushed, your legs are pressing together.

With slow steps, Steve carries himself to be close to you. So close you can feel his breathing on your cheeks when he giggles.

"Help me" you whisper.

"Help you with what exactly?" Steve whispers too. Licking his lips while he admires your body, you rub your thighs as his hand tugs the lights softly.

"Because I think you can get out just fine of this problem you got yourself in, isn't doll?"

"I can't" You shake your head, and your body presses against the wall when he comes closer. "I need you"

"You need me huh?" he coos, "you need me so bad you couldn't take your eyes off of me, am i right?"

You nod, and his hand comes to pinch your warm cheek. He gets close, so close the tip of his nose is brushing with yours, he leaves a peck on your lips and you try to get another kiss when he shakes his head.

Steve holds your chin between his fingers, slightly tilting your face to the side so he can kiss your neck. His kisses are soft at first but then turn into wet hot kisses that have you rubbing your thighs together more than ever. He notices your distress, the way you push your body against his to feel more of his warmth.

He sucks on your skin, close to your collarbone. You feel his teeth softly biting you, it makes you moan for the first time, and Steve's dick twitches under his jeans.

"Don't hide those pretty sounds from me, okay doll?" he mutters, leaving another soft peck on your lips before kneeling in front of you.

Steve's fingertips find your thighs, slowly opening your legs. You moan again when he touches the wet spot on your panties.

"Jesus, you are soaked. I guess you do need help after all" he groans, touching your clothed clit and sending goosebumps all over your body. He looks at you. Your cheeks are red and your brows pinched together as you close your eyes. A pout forms on your glossy lips. The pleasure slowly takes over you but then you remember you still have the lights on.

"Steve-" you moan, accidentally. His finger rubs your clit so deliciously.

"Good, tell me how good I'm making you feel baby" His devilish grin adorns his face, and you finally open your eyes to look at him. Your eyes glow, full of pleasure and getting lost in his touch.

He starts to kiss your thigh, wet kisses leaving a path of saliva until he reaches your clothed pussy and leaves a kiss there.

"So good, good. But Stevie-"

He feels your body tense up. He looks at you again, quickly.

"Are you okay doll?"

"The lights, isn't this dangerous?"

The blood returns to his head, something clicking inside. "Right, you are right" He snaps his fingers together and unplugs the lights helping you get rid of them. "Let's take this off and I can take care of you in my room, yeah?"

"Yes," wiggling your arms, you finally get rid of the lights. "And then you can tie me up with something else"

"Of course doll, anything you want baby"

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munsonify · 4 months ago

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okay you have some of the best steve harrington smut i’ve ever read first of all. and i wanted to request one where he’s like fingering the reader till she squirts while making out w her. like that’s so hot

thank you so much you’re so sweet 🥺🫵🏻 and thats so hot, there’s something about making out while being intimate that makes my brain literally melt so i love this. sorry i took so long!

pairing. steve harrington x afab!reader

warning/s. 18+ MDNI smut, established relationships, fingering, squirting, making out

word count. 189

it was all so overwhelming.

two of steve’s long, thick fingers stuffed you full. his warm breath fanned against your face, inches away from you. dark, half lidded eyes stared into yours. his warm lips met yours, deep and passionate and needy. you’d lost count of the amount of orgasms he’d brought you to.

a coil in your stomach formed and snapped quicker than you could process. your eyes went to the back of your head, nails scraping against his shoulders until it left indents. steve’s lips were still hot and heavy against yours. he swallowed up every last high pitched noise you made.

everything about your boyfriend swallows you whole. his lips, his arms, his hair, his scent. everything consumed you. that’s why you hadn’t noticed how soaked your thighs were. the sheets beneath you were wet, too, along with steve’s huge hand. that, and his deep voice praising you, is what brought you down to earth.

you felt steve’s hands carefully caress your thighs, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered one last thing to you before cleaning you up.

“such a perfect girl f’me.”

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strangererotica · 9 months ago

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NSFW audio • Steve Harrington fucking you • whimpering, moaning, praise, ambience + background music to set the mood 🥀 Enjoy responsibly… 💋

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sweetyyhippyy · 4 months ago

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Steve Harrington smut

Morning After - Steve wakes up and remembers the night he had with his girlfriend.

Night Together- Steve’s girlfriend goes wild riding him.

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wroteclassicaly · 10 months ago

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18+

Using the fuck machine on Steve’s ass, whilst being spread out beneath him.

“Yeah? How’s that feel inside of your tight little asshole, Stevie? It ramming you nice and good?”

He can only hiss in response — a literal sound of feral excitement whistling through his milky white teeth. His lips are kiss bitten, swollen, and slick with sweat. His far cock hangs heavy between trimly defined hips, dripping pre-cum all over your stomach, your breasts, even catching on your cunt and inner thighs, his full balls brimmed with so much cum that you’re going out of your mind for him. The cock ring is keeping him precisely where you want his finish line to be. He’s covered in exerting perspiration, words becoming dormant in his raspy throat.

“Fuck, you’re gonna make such a mess all over me when I take that ring off, aren’t you, big boy?” More questions that you know he’s too gone to answer.

But to his credit — Steve tries.

“I… Hmm? It’s right there —“

“Right where, baby? Your special spot? The one you’d never tell our friends you let me tongue fuck. How you bounce your perfect, sinful ass all over my face?

“Sure — oh, honey.” His jaw unhinges and you take the time to nip at bite at his skin, his silver chain dangling into a sway as he fucks his ass back onto the motion of the toy, the jewelry slapping your lips when you raise.

You wrap your hand around his neck’s nape, the sweaty curls dipping between your digits. You tighten and bring him down for a delicious kiss, purposely hitting the remote to the next speed when his mouth meets your own.

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astermath · 1 year ago

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uhhhh for daydreaming <3

[ NIPPLE ] * your muse licks my muses’ nipples.

— @inkluvs / ivy

♡ aster's 1K celebration ♡

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

wc: 0.6K

tags: what the request says lol, thigh grinding, steve being a reassuring sweetheart, some body worship

Steve's kisses leave tingles wherever they meet your skin, soft grunts and words of appreciation being elicited from him whenever they part from your neck.

You were supposed to go out, but you'd been feeling so icky about yourself. The dress you were so excited to wear suddenly didn't look all that nice on you anymore, your hair wasn't cooperating, your makeup didn't look right. Everything was just... Off. So much so that you told Steve you didn't even want to go anymore.

He knew that wasn't true. You'd been raving about this party for days now, and he wasn't going to let your insecurities stop you from going. So, he did what he does best; worship you until you feel better.

You're sprawled out onto the bed, dress pulled down your chest and shuffled up your thighs to give him better access to your skin. He's hunched over you, leaving little love bites all over your neck, shoulders and collarbones.

"So pretty, you're so fuckin' pretty baby... 'M never gonna let you talk about yourself like that." He hates when you talk down on yourself, even though he knows you can't help it.

"Steeeeve..." His name comes out in a long whine, thighs squirming as his frame keeps them spread for him, the fabric of his jeans creating the perfect bit of friction for you to get off on.

"I mean it doll, I won't stop until all you can think about is how much I appreciate you..." He comes up to press a soft kiss to your lips. It's gentle, but assertive. He'll make you love yourself, even if it takes him getting you all stupid on his fingers and tongue, he wants those bad thoughts out.

"And you look so pretty in this dress too, fuck... S'a shame I was bound to take it off you sooner or later, hm?" His fingers trail over the lace on the edge of your bra. "Want me to take this off? Give these pretty tits some lovin' too?"

"Please..." You manage to get out, his thigh between your legs almost being enough to send you over the edge entirely. Steve had this way of consuming all your senses when he was with you like this. Even if you tried, you couldn't possibly think of anything else but your boyfriend.

He obliges, big hands sneaking behind your back, unclasping the last piece of cloth coming between your chest and his eager lips. It slides off your body so easily, discarded onto the wooden floor next to your shared bed.

"God..." He takes a moment to take in the sight of you, hand coming up to cup one of your breasts. "You're somethin' else, doll... You're somethin' special." He leans in, pressing a kiss between the valley of your tits, looking up at you with a loving gaze.

You feel a shiver go through your entire body at the sight of him like this. You know he loved looking at you when making you feel good. And you loved seeing him just as much.

He opens his mouth, tongue dragging from the underside of one of your tits, up to your nipple, giving it a kitten lick or two before closing his mouth around your nipple.

Your back arches off the mattress, hand gripping the pillow behind your neck, a soft whimper leaving your lips that only spurs him on further.

"Hm? You like that honey?" He asks, as if he can't tell.

"Yeah, keep... Keep doing that." You shift your hips, continuing to grind over his thigh. He nudges it further into you, making you gasp and clench over him.

"As you wish." He grins, going down to give the same attention to your other nipple.

Yeah, you've long forgotten about that party. Now you have better plans.

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