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𝓕𝓡𝓔𝓐𝓚𝓨 𝓞𝓝 𝓒𝓐𝓜𝓔𝓡𝓐
𝓋ℴ𝓁. six / 𝒾𝓈𝓈𝓊ℯ. steve harrington, billy hargrove, jonathan byers
twitter p links ! / male & female reader ! / vol. seven !
STEVE HARRINGTON
01. in the break room of family video ( male reader )
02. fucking one of the “freaks” in an empty classroom ( fem reader )
03. taking you in his car during lunch ( fem reader )
04. he wants to get as deep as possible ( male reader )
BILLY HARGROVE
01. he thinks you moaning and crying his name while your knees are pressed to your chest is the best thing ever ( male reader )
02. passenger princess ( fem reader )
03. him fucking you soft for a change ( male reader )
04. he wonders how many orgasm he can pull from you in one night ( fem reader )
bonus. this video is just billy vibes
JONATHAN BYERS
01. everybody assumes you’re the top and jonathan bottoms. but both of you know that isn’t right. ( male reader )
02. riding him right after you wake up ( male reader )
03. letting you use him ( fem reader )
04. he’s been thinking about you nonstop ( fem reader )
my first multi-character vers!! 😛 jason, eddie, and hopper next? do we want a girls vers? also i did this in like under an hour, motivation and energy were present 🙏🏽 can y’all tell im in my stranger things era again?
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rated i for impatient.
steve harrington x male reader.
summary: in the middle of a slow afternoon at family video, steve has an idea on how to past time, and it involves you and your mouth.
wc: 3.4k. warnings: explicit smut, handjob (r!giving), blowjob (r!giving), mouth-fucking, deep-throating, lots of spit, gagging, bantering, workplace quickie, co-workers, established relationship, rough!steve, but also gentle!steve, bigdick!steve.
“Dude, you seriously couldn’t wait?”
Heavy footsteps followed Steve as he dragged your trudge into the storage closet. Even though his back faced you, he responded with a shimmy of his shoulders, the flight of muscles equally excited to cease the sluggish afternoon.
“Oh, come on!” He shut the door once you entered with a distressed groan. Though, he knew you didn’t mean it despite your pointed tone.
“I know you want to.” Steve sang with a tease, cornering you against the door with a playful dance, and a smile that had charmed you since the first time you had met him.
You’d been keeping track at how many times Steve had simply captivated you with his presence. It was embarrassing because you’d lost count since day one. The only statistic that you did know was that you were losing.
Losing bad.
Always a goody two-shoes and extra responsible, yet somehow, you were never a prude and knew how to have fun. If only you weren’t so hesitant in this moment. It was your first week, your fourth day at Family Video, and you wanted to make a great impression, even if it was only something to fill up your time during the summer.
He continued to dance, singing a tune that had been stuck in his head since three mornings ago, and your lips curled into smile while he performed within the narrow space. A few stumbles threw him off balance, but upon seeing your lips bitten to hold back a laugh, the following trip had been intentional.
Steve collided into you, though barely as he caught his weight against the door. A whisper of gasp dried your throat when the sudden thump by your shoulders jolted you and his face rushed close to yours like a bullet. Your gaze widened in surprise, only for them to roll once it catalogued the mischief on his face. “You know Keith kind of hates you, right? You’re going to be fucked if he catches you slacking again.”
“Me?! I’m sorry, are you a ghost or something? A figment of my imagination? Worse… I’ve huffed paint too many times when I was little, and now it’s all catching up to me.” There was amusement on his face and it reflected off of your smile.
You straightened your posture to match his eye level, and rebutted his theory with the light touch of your nose to his. He laughed, wrapping his arms around your torso. “You’d get in trouble too, you know. Last time I checked, most sexual acts involve at least two participants.”
“Yeah, well, he likes me unlike you! If anything, he’d probably blame you for being a bad influence or something.” The possible truth expelled a groan out of Steve, but it doesn’t stop him from pouring the remainder of his frustration into your mouth.
You took him in stride, earlier hesitance burying into the back of your mind when the fresh mint of his breath began haunting your mouth. Then, completely into obscurity when his tongue slid over yours, sloppily in hopes of awakening a fruitful lust, akin to his, within you.
“Steve… come on,” You pulled away, but Steve immediately captured your lips again in a tongue-swelling kiss. “What if customers come in?” You panted in between breaths, squeezing at his firm back to distract yourself from the growing tent within your khakis.
“I’ve been here longer than you, studied the activity down to the seconds.” He pressed into you, hip to hip, until you could feel his own muscle growing against yours. “We have at least ten minutes.”
“Ten?! Dude, that’s not enough—“
“Please?” Steve suddenly pulled your hand from his back and into the firmness of his bulge, looking into you with a desperation that rivaled the yearning freedom of his erection. “Please…” The curl of your hand was imposed by his grip, folding them until you had a handful of his bulge, throbbing at the mere friction of your warm palm.
“Fuck,” The determination in Steve’s gaze, as well as the devilish guidance of your own cock stirring against you, had your hand leave the aching muscle for a brief moment to hastily unbuckle his belt. You pressed your lips back to his, and muttered with a grimace. “You’re owing me one after work.”
“God, I love you.” He sighed with relief upon knowing that the heavy pressure in his pants would soon be released, thanking you by taking your cheeks into the dip of his palms and kissing you warm and wet. Even if it was going to be a quick one, his main priority was to be liberated of the painful throbs that had led him to this desperate juncture.
As much as Steve hated confined spaces, the feeling of the storage space closing in on him had only been fleeting because his desire for you was gravity-defying strong. It expanded the proximity at his very will until you were the only subject framed in his field of vision.
Lips plumped from the bites he took from your flesh earlier, balmy skin speckled with a flush that he’d been the sole creator of, he couldn’t get enough of your presence. He took in your woody scent with deep inhales as he moved his lips to your neck, and your hands began digging into the waistband of his pants, pulling Steve close with a hard yank to harbor every warm breath into one another again.
With one swift pull, the belt collided with the floor and your hands worked at the zipper like a tailor until the khakis dropped and pooled around his ankles. You accompanied the leather and fabric seconds after, kneeling onto the cold surface with the eager guidance of Steve’s caresses to the back of your head.
Kneeling face-to-face with his bulge, you couldn’t stop yourself from drooling even if Steve was covered. You could outline the girth of his cock, plumping and thickening under your piquant gaze, and then throbbing when you followed the curve with your palm in eager cycles until the waistband screamed for your attention.
Your fingers hooked into the elastic band and in one slow pull, you revealed Steve’s erection in all its glory. Thick and unkempt hairs billowed first, and you played with the anticipation as you dragged the waistband over his length, weighting it downwards until all that was left covered was the plump tip that you can still taste from a few nights ago. In a final yank, Steve’s cock sprang up proudly and his groans were heavenly in its accompaniment. The weight of his large cock made him bounce in several reps before it was kept still by the warmth of your hand, then another over the remaining curve to amuse yourself with his blessed size.
“Jesus, did you not jerk off this morning? Haven’t seen or felt you this hard before...” Your mouth fell open in awe, and also in preparation to loosen the muscles in your jaw while your hands slid over him in slow strokes. Every vein throbbed at the delicate touch, pulsated strong when you squeezed a few sticky drips of his pre-cum from his spout. They would’ve landed on the undeserving floor had you not stuck your tongue out in time, lapping him up from the underside of his cock to the smooth pink rim.
His cock jumped when your other hand dropped to fondle his balls, hanging low as if they awaited to be grasped and swung. You did exactly that as you licked the slit of his tip, amusing yourself with Steve’s package that you had sucked and fucked before, yet still managed to be surprised despite your many affairs.
“Not since we last fucked, to be honest.” At first, he balled the end of his shirt and raised it high to prevent it from obstructing your view, exposing the happy trail that you always traced over with your tongue on lazy Sundays. “Guess it wasn’t the same.” But the defy work of your hands spread the boil in his stomach to the muscular arch of his back, hot and heavy on his body until the weight of his shirt was thrown off. Moans exhaled in breathy tremors as you squeezed his shaft and pulled him forward and back in wall-closing jerks.
“Well, I’m sorry for the long wait.” Your strokes continued while you sealed a wet promise to the pink glans. “I’ll make it worth it.” You opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out to welcome the following sticky slaps of his heavy length in disgusting delight, holding him like a marker as you patterned his thick pre-cum over your pair of lips before the salty flesh was vaulted into your mouth with an inhale.
His length pushed your mouth open in an accommodating stretch, almost pleasurable if he hadn’t been so difficult to take in. The first few inches gagged you, ached a muscle in your stomach when you flexed. It was traditional at this point, and your routine often consisted of stroking the shaft that had yet felt the heat of your mouth. The sliminess of your tongue as you bathed Steve’s cock in stomach-churning sin, lapping the musk of him from the loose scrotum to the plump head.
And it was a routine to attempt to take him again. You spat in your hand before lubing his stiff in a glaze that caught the light of his eyes, then the hiccup of his moan. “Fuck, you know I love it when you do that…”
“Yeah?” You smiled, his compliments sent straight to your erection while the sticky sounds of bubbles and drool soiled his cock in pure lust in lazy strokes, then sealed when you wrapped your lips around him again, and pushed down when the pulse of his veins beckoned you.
The size of his cock drew a moan out of you, tremors rimming the shaft while you prepared the opening of your throat little by little. Drool leaked from either corners of your mouth, staining your flushed skin and then the floor, but you hadn’t been bothered to save them despite your reputation of being a clean-freak.
When it came to Steve, you were in a state of delirium that had forgotten who you were because there was only one purpose on your mind: to pleasure.
“Shit, (M/N)—“ His hands had left you to fold his arms behind his head, allowing his silhouette to become yours to own and to rapture over as you worked him like one your favorite treats at the candy store. He slipped in and out of you, closer to the barrier of your throat with the help of his thrusts, and the only time you’d take a break was when you suckled on his balls. As his cock hung over your face, head dripping in saliva and thick pre-cum, you found enjoyment in rolling his balls like dice: another one of Steve’s favorite moves.
Steve was heavy on your tongue and the only way you could thank him for blessing you with his fruitful cock, was to love-bomb him with all of his favorite desires. You lined the underside with your tongue until your lips met the pink glans again, speckling it with a playful pecks before weighing his shaft down with your spit once again. “Have you always liked it sloppy?”
“Mm—no…” He murmured, and you looked up into the heaviness of his lids, surprised by his confession. “Not until I met you. For others, it’s kind of gross, but… you do it differently. Tastefully, and I’m not trying to be funny.”
You laughed at the unintentional joke and Steve joined your amusement with a smile, petting the back of your head before it was guided back to swallow him whole this time. Your mouth stretched wide the more he pushed you, burying the remnants of your humored-self into the pit of your throat with the ample of his throbbing erection. Your hands held around his thighs to brace for the oncoming gags and Steve does the same around your head, threading his fingers into your hair with a strong grip as he pushed, and pushed, and pushed, until tears brimmed the highlights of your eyes.
“Holy shit—“ Steve was enamored by the feeling of stuffing you whole. The confines of your mouth and throat restricted the blood flow around him, yet he couldn’t have felt himself pulsate more, stiffen harder in between your godly gags and whimpers. The scratches at his thighs was a telling sign for him to pull you back, and so he does in what felt like slow motion. His cock unsheathed out of your throat like a sleeve, unraveling a spell of gasps and bubbling moans in midst.
“You did so good, baby… fuck.” Cupping your cheek, he briefly bent down to meet you in the middle of his gratification, kissing you proud and golden on your breathless smile before he tore himself away to spit inside of your mouth and submerging his saliva down your mouth with his cock again. Despite the sting in your eyes and throat, you were compliant to his every move and welcomed the sheathing of his wet flesh in prideful determination.
Steve’s hands had moved to either sides of your head, where he had complete control of every bone and muscle of your neck, and the desire to fuck your tight mouth had become a victorious reality. Your lips pressed into his unkempt hairs when he forced you down again, tasting the sweat that had been harbored within the strands.
From then on, your gags had only become motivation as he rode the rhythm of your delectable sounds with sharp and eager thrusts. Gasps and coughs stuck to the slick of your throat while Steve’s cock fucked them down in repetitive and selfish strides. Your head moved from the guidance of Steve’s hold, meeting the bow of your head with a forward thrust and ramming into the back of your throat while you spilled sheltered saliva—thick and bubbly in its journey to form a puddle on the floor. He repeated after barely giving you enough time to catch your breath, choking and fucking your mouth with his cock while you writhed on your knees in intimidation.
Steve sheltered you close, curling his body over you as a satisfied moan added to the thick air when he shoved your head deep in between his legs, keeping you still in midst of your squirms. Whenever you tried to pull back, Steve only thrusted and pushed you further into your struggle for freedom. He drowned you in your own saliva, locked you of your only source of oxygen as your nose pressed deep into his pelvis, and gagged you to the point of leaving scars on his thighs as your fingers curled into his flesh, desperate for a whisper of air to breathe back into you. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
You finally get your wish when he yanked you back, and you inhaled with a slobbering gasp, coughing out the oxygen that he had buried from within you.
Throughout all of this, you gazed beautifully up to him, Steve thought. From the highlights of the whites to the color of your orbs, you glistened like nature past dew point, and his chest swelled in agreement. His heart pulsed faster than the rhythmic sucks and strokes of your mouth and hand as you’ve gone back to sucking him, fisting him into your mouth as your mouth began aching from deep-throating, breath recovering from being face-fucked. It was a curse that you put on him, where he closed his eyes to the merit of your tongue and couldn’t bear to look at you again because if he did, he knew he could come all over your face right then and there.
“Close—fuck.” His shoulders rolled back and one hand pushed the sweat off his forehead back into the fluff of his hair, while the other maintained on your head, keeping you in close proximity.
“Fuck, Steve…” You sniffled, desperately tasting the salt off the tip of his cock while you snapped your wrist back and forth in jerking him off. Your free hand ran over his stomach, then down his flexed thighs, and you squeezed to remind him that he was spellbound under your touch. His gaze casted downwards to meet yours once again, and he nodded as if he understood.
The pressure on the back of your head hardened, but it was your own will that had you slobbering all over him again. You took him his cock back in with desperation, the memory of how salty he had tasted days prior fortifying your delirious state of mind. You sucked Steve off, swallowed him whole, fucked him into your fist, then into your mouth, and it would repeat until he nested his hand into your hair, tightly curling them into a fist as he came undone into your mouth.
“Fuck—“
Steve’s cock pulsed in heavy bounces and his balls bounced in its drain as he emptied himself inside of you. Warm and thick seed accompanied the fill of your mouth, and your hand reached down to massage his sack, aiding the scrotum to dump the remaining few shots into the pool of cum. Slowly, you pulled back with your lips pressed tight in caution of wasting the fresh fluid, and you swallowed slow and proud, savoring every gulp that ran down your violated throat as if it the cure to the sore. He watched you, panting heavily, and his cleansed cock twitched as you quenched upon his energy for the day.
“You don't have to swallow it al—“ Before he could finish his question, you stuck your tongue out to reveal the abyss of your mouth, and the limp of his cock roused with one more throb before finally hanging low in between his legs. Steve was left astonished, and there was a flicker in his eyes before he helped you back on your feet. “Come here, I need to kiss you right now.”
A laugh was caught in between your lips when Steve kissed you with a familiar sweetness that always rattled the butterflies in your stomach. He pulled you close to pacify the flutter of their wings, and sighed into you before a hand gently caressed the middle of your throat. “Did I go too hard?”
“I would’ve said something if you did, Steve.” You’d come to realize that it always took more than a smile and comforting words to appease his guilt, and so you pressed fleeting pecks to the center of his lips, then began massaging the sensitive fill of his cock in slow turns. “I mean, if you want, we can go for round two right now and—“
“Okay, okay.” He pressed a laugh into your lips and leaned his forehead onto yours for the moment you two shared a gaze. Looking into you, it dismantled all of his worries, as it did for you, and it was only when the cold bit at his naked body that roused him from the daze.
“I should probably put my clothes back on.”
“Dude, are you saying that isn’t your uniform?” You gasped.
“Dude,” He took you by the back of your head again and kissed you once, grinning. “Shut up.”
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pairing: steve harrington x male reader
request: SO THE IDEA IS STEVE’S LIKE SUPER STRAIGHT RIGHT??? It’s not like he spends half the time he’s with robin staring at the reader (and his ass) nooo way no. But then then Steve spots the reader at the pool, flirting it up with Billy (pre assimilation ofc). Steve gets jealous and drags the guy he’s TOOOOTALLY not gay for out of the sweltering summer sun (cough cough sweat kink) and claims him in the locker room. Bonus breeding kink: Steve says he’s gonna get the reader nice and knocked up so he can’t go being a slut to other guys 😇😇😇
warnings: smut, cursing, breeding, obsessive!steve, degradation
steve harrington, a man you once knew as the douchebag who slept with every girl in school but you now know as robin's best friend from work, you both met one time when robin invited you to hand out with them, you didn't know steve was gonna tag along so it was a pleasant surprise when you got there to see him chatting it up with robin.
and from there all thee of you hung out more frequently but it always felt steve wanted more than just a friendship with you, when he first met you his eyes were glued to your body the entire day, you could feel them piercing every part of your body with his gaze but you shrugged it off not knowing that you had now created something in him that he never knew was there.
I mean there's no way steve could be gay for you right? like he's fucked a bunch of girls and openly boasted about how many girls he's dated but there's something about the way he eyes you whenever you're around another guy that just sets off alarms in your mind, but there's no point in thinking of that now when you're out at the public pool flirting with the hottest guy in town, billy hargrove.
you and him were exchanging very... shall we say seductive looks, you giving him a very revealing look at your ass when you bent over to drink from the water fountain and him rubbing and groping his hardened bulge as you walked by, now you two were engaged in a very sexy conversation, you both flirting very hard with eachother as he played with the whistle that dawned his mouth and you biting your lip lightly as to not kiss him in front of everyone.
but the was soon going to be ruined as steve walked out of the locker rooms after putting on his swim trunks before seeing you openly flirting with the fuck boy that was billy, he could feel his core heating up and he didn't know why but he wanted to get you as far away from the man as possible and for some reason he acted on it, immediately walking over to you and pulling you aside as you pestered him with questions.
he drags you back to the locker room and into the showers, finding and empty on and pulling you into it and pushing your back against the wall "what the fuck was that" you ask "what did you do to me" steve questions as his hands find their way to your waist, you jump in shock as his face gets closer to yours "what're you doing" you ask feeling your stomach get butterflies "why do I like you so much" steve questions to himself as he finally leans in and kisses you.
the kiss gets deeper and deeper till your hands are wrapped in his hair and he's holding you up by the thighs against the wall "I like you so much for some reason... I don't know why" steve says messily kissing you "shut up and fuck me" you breathlessly moan, hearing this steve let's you down and turns you around to have your ass on his crotch, he turns on the shower to let the water masks the sounds of your moans that are soon to cum.
he pulls down his pants letting his dick flop out, it may look slightly flaccid now but as soon as he pulls your shorts down he pops the quickest boner of his life, he runs his finger along your hole, it feels loose for some reason "care to tell me why it's so loose back here" steve asks pushing his fingers in your hole slowly "did you plan on getting fucked today" he asks with disbelief in his voice "shut up thats not the point" you say.
"such a slut for men" steve smirks as he lines himself up with your hole, he slides in without any resistance from your stretched out ass "feels just like a real pussy" steve groans as he slowly slides in and out of you "then treat it like a real pussy and go faster" you say "I should dump my load into you, get you all nice and big like youre pregnant with my cum so no other guy with talk to you" steve says as his thrusts into you turn into pounds, the sound of wet skin slapping fill the showers.
you could hear people walking by whispering about you getting fucked "steve hurry up, people are starting to realize" you ask getting shy "let them watch, then they would know I own you now" steve chuckles as his hand snakes it's way down to your dick and strokes it erratically wanting to hear your moans "fuck" you lowly say thrusting your hips into his fist "so fucking tight" steve mutters under his breath, pulling back your ass with his free hand to see your hole swallow him up "keep taking it just like that baby alllll the way in" steve groans throwing his head back while his hips move on their own.
"please cum in me" you beg backing your ass onto his dick and your dick into his hand as he tightens his fist making you cum without a thought behind those eyes "ngh" you moan as you chest heaves in and out trying to catch your breath "don't give out on me now" steve says grabbing your hips and matching them with his fast pace "take my load" steve grunts cumming in you, continuing to thrust into you, churning the cum into your loose hole "now who do you belong too" steve asks turning you around to face him "you" you shyly say "that's right now put your clothes back on" steve orders as he pulls his shorts back up and you do the same before making your way out of the locker room.
billy looking at you with concern but steve giving him a look back, a look that says "he's mine" you both walked over to where robin was sitting "what took you too so long, i was starting to think you got kidnapped" robin jokes "nothing just bro things" steve jokes nudging your shoulder, unbeknownst to robin you had steves hot load dripping out your hole and sliding down your leg, but yeah you and him were just doing some 'bro' things.
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Hi it's me again 😔 kinktober req perchance?
Steve Harrington with sex pollen prompt? I don't know suthn freaky with the demodog lair keeps popping up in mind. Sorry to keep bombarding you with requests HAHAH hope you're well :>
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it's not a problem, I love all the requests you send me 🥰 this reminded me that I've never actually written somthing for him before, which is kind of crazy?? that being said I love this idea and hope it turned out okay, I wrote this with a transmasc reader too since you asked for one with your other kinktober request. thanks for sending something in <3
(also just a disclaimer creative liberties were taken when writing this so the story would flow better and the plot would make more sense)
Kinktober 2024 Day 12: sex pollen with Steve Harrington x transmasc reader
Warnings: smut/nsfw content, sex pollen, slight bondage via tentacles, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex (please use condoms irl), brief implied Nancy x Robin
The Upside Down was like something out of horrific nightmare. It gave a glimpse into what life would be like if Vecna was able to take things over, which why it was crucial for your plan to destroy his physical form to work.
After wandering through the disturbing woods for what seemed like forever, you finally managed to come across the place you were looking for. Dustin and Eddie warded off the hellish bats, which gave you, Steve, Nancy, and Robin the opportunity of doing your part by searching for Vecna.
Creel House was even more eerie and disturbing in the alternate dimension, which certainly didn't help to ease your already spiked nerves in the slightest. The vines (or tentacles, rather) that were covering the floor made things even worse, because you knew if you made one wrong move they'd be on you in an instant.
While the tentacles in the lair were gross looking, they were also strangely erotic, from their length and girth to the squelching noises they made as they moved around. You tried to keep your thoughts as clean and sex-free as possible as you carefully manuevered yourself over and around them, hopping from one place to another as you did your best not to fall.
Our goal is destroying Vecna and saving Hawkins, you reminded yourself every time your mind started slipping into the gutter. Not fraternizing with what looks like a bunch of over-sized sex toys.
Everything seemed to be going as planned until something started to shake the house, causing what could only be described as some kind of mini earthquake. Naturally, this disturbed the tentacles, which led them to attack.
Some of them grabbed Robin and began dragging her in one direction while others grabbed Steve and dragged him the opposite way. You and Nancy split, her chasing after Robin at the same time you were trying to grab Steve.
"Steve!" You cried out in a panic, using your makeshift spear to stab at the tentacles in hopes it would injure them enough to let him go. They writhed around in agony at the feeling, though you noticed when you stabbed them they started to give off this sickeningly sweet type of odor.
Thinking nothing of it, you kept stabbing, hoping it would be enough to get them to let him go. Eventually they were hacked up to the point where they were far too weak to keep him restrained, forcing them to loosen their grip.
"Are you okay?" You asked while helping him up, noting that he seemed to be a little dizzy, which was odd given that he hadn't really done anything to warrant feeling lightheaded.
"Y- Yeah, I think so," he breathlessly responded, his eyes looking a little cloudy for some reason when you looked at them.
Before you could question him further, you began to feel dizzy yourself, your own vision blurring as a rush of heat spread through your body and buried itself deep within you. The only thing you could seem to focus on at that moment was Steve. His body, his eyes, his voice-
It was then that you realized what was going on. Whatever it was the tentacles sprayed you with must've included some kind of aphrodisiac that was absorbed through the skin, which meant-
Oh, God. Now was really not the time for this of all things to be happening.
"Steve," you began in a slightly shaky voice. He picked up on your nervous tone in an instant, though it was hard for him to think properly when he was going through the same physical reactions you were.
"I- I think we should do something about this," he suggested, his voice low and sultry without even meaning to be. Or maybe that was just you hearing things due to your sudden burst of horniness.
"We can't, we have to go do something about Vecna," you lightly protested, although you knew it was no use. Your legs had grown shaky and weak, causing you to cling onto him for support.
In the meantime, the tentacles had come back while you were both distracted, though they didn't seem nearly as hostile as before. If anything, they were docile, almost affectionate, as if the scent they'd left behind on you make them much more peaceful. Despite this, their intentions weren't entirely innocent, as they'd started to travel up your body, searching for the warmth of your arousal.
"I really don't think we have much of a choice," Steve remarked, his cock already painfully hard in his pants. You weren't faring much better, as your underwear was practically soaked by now.
"As- As long as we're quick about it," was all you could manage to get out before your mouth met his in desperation, your hands moving to grab at his clothes as you pressed your body as close to his as possible.
He was just as eager, his hands finding their way to your hips in a need for contact. Even if you wanted to pull away, you couldn't, as the tentacles had now fully wrapped themselves around you. It wasn't enough to stop your blood flow or anything like that, but you were definitely unable to go anywhere as they'd successfully restricted your movements.
"Oh, Steve," you moaned out his name as his lips traveled down your neck, your fingers lacing through his hair. Every touch the two of you shared seemed to leave behind sparks, his mouth feeling like a red hot iron that was branding your skin.
Somehow during this, you'd moved down onto the floor, the tentacles seeming to swaddle you as you did. Your clothes were quickly pulled off and discarded as the both of you became more and more needy, your actions bordering on primal. Your nails dug into his skin, leaving visible scratches going down his back at the same time that his teeth sunk into the tender flesh of your shoulder.
By the time his cock had finally found its way to your aching hole, you were already dripping wet, like a faucet that hadn't been turned off properly. The mixed sounds of your combined pleasure filled the air as he sunk deep within you, your back arching up off the ground as you threw your head back.
It was hard to tell how long you were there for. It could've been seconds, it could've been hours. You were much too focused on the feeling of him thrusting in and out of you at an animalistic pace to be sure.
Orgasm after orgasm tore through your body, and if you weren't so caught up in the moment you would've recognized this for what it really was: a distraction to keep you away from finding Vecna and destroying him. Eventually, however, both you and Steve began to run out of steam, the combination of exhaustion and overstimulation getting to you.
Beads of sweat covered your body, your eyes hooded as you felt him empty yet another load of his sticky seed inside you. Neither of you were thinking clearly enough to remember that it'd be better if he didn't cum inside you, which left you feeling abnormally full.
It took everything in him not to collapse on top of you once he was finally finished, his limbs looking as weak and shaky as yours were. A quiet whimper exited you when he pulled out, his cock softening again after what seemed like ages.
He slowly helped you get redressed, and you helped him do the same, trying to be careful so you wouldn't disturb the pile of tentacles that laid nearby. They'd become bored after the second or third round and had taken to leaving you alone, but you still didn't want to risk waking them back up again.
You stumbled out of the room you'd been in as you went to reconvene with Robin and Nancy, who looked as though they'd been through the exact same thing you had. Their clothes were wrinkled, their hair was messed up, and you could see a few hickeys peeking out of the collar of their shirts. You had no doubt you and Steve looked about the same.
Nancy awkwardly cleared her throat, avoiding eye contact as she shifted back and forth on her feet. "So, uh- should we...?" She gestured towards the staircase, to which Steve nodded his head in response.
"Yeah, let's."
The four of you began to make your way through the house yet again, a certain kind of tension in the air full of unasked questions with equally unspoken answers. None of you decided to say what had taken you so long to meet up again, and you didn't need to. It was fairly obvious.
Who knew the Upside Down could bring you as much pleasure as it could fear?
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steve harrington when he’s dating m!reader
he lets you borrow his clothes and you end up borrowing robins clothes too
you can ride shotgun like twice a week because that’s robins seat
he’d invite you over like all the time like your parents suck? boom, come over. you feel sick? come over. you’re bored? come over
you guys gossip like all the time coz he knew all the good hawkins high gossip
the kids call you dad and him mum
he buys you stuff with his parents money all the time and he won’t accept a no
you guys go to lovers lake a bunch and go swimming (maybe without clothes, idk)
he loves making you food so you guys eat lasagna and baked treats all the time (he’s such a good cook)
he offers for you to have your own room in his big house if you wanna move in but you end up sleeping in the same bed anyways
you go to indiana together a bunch and go clubbing with robin and eddie and etc
he’s very tactile but hawkins is hawkins so he finds other ways to always be touching you in public like he’ll put his arm around your shoulder in a ‘bro’ way or ruffle your hair
he love love loves pet names so you’re always getting called sugar, sweetheart, cutie, handsome, I can’t remember more pet names, honey, honey bun
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Steve Harrington can sing.
You've never really noticed it before because he never sings, sure he hums along to the ratio but he never sings along. you've never really given it much thought, maybe he was shy, or maybe he was embarrassed? or perhaps he just didn't like to sing... there were so many possibilities you never really cared to think about, it wasn't a pressing issue, there was much worse going on in Hawkins than Steve not singing so it never crossed your mind.
until you spent the night at his place, it was your first time coming over, Steve always seemed so embarrassed of his home but you assured him that you weren't with him for the decor in his home and you sure as hell weren't going to leave him for something silly like that, he was still reluctant but you'd bribed him with the idea of sex in an empty house.
he probably thought you were sleeping and honestly, who the hell gets up before nine on a Sunday anyway? Steve does apparently, you awoke Sunday morning to an empty bed with your boyfriend nowhere to be found, you hobble out of his bed still a little sore from that night only to pause with your hand on his doorknob. it was soft barely heard over the hiss of the shower, it sounded like he was talking to himself at first and you found yourself grinning as you opened his bedroom door wanting to hear what he was talking about but as you got closer his voice got clearer, it wasn't some awe-inspiring skill, it was soft like he could only remember part of the lyrics and had to make up for most of it by mumbling the melody, his words mixing in with the unintelligible humming. your mischievous grin faded into a soft smile, he sounded so pretty...
A/N I've been listening to Djo on repeat, i was completely astonished when I found out that he sang End of Beginning, i love him sm <333.
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《Robin has a gf in this so she's not single and (Y/N) is also dating someone》
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*talking about Steves love life and flirting skills or lack of it*
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Robin: (Y/N)! say one of your windsom about single people-
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(Y/N): It's like... a real estate: the longer you're on the market, the more people are going to wonder what's wrong with you.
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Steve: why am I friends with you?
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Robin/(Y/N): Cause we're the only ones putting up with your bullshit and shitty pick-ups lines-
I'm not really back but thought about posting this-
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Steve doesn’t really understand, his eyes wide open, raking over the warm body next to him. It was almost obvious, the way his cock grew hard, began to ache with it’s needs and wants, his needs and wants.
His lips tickle the left side of your neck, teeth gently nibbling into the soft skin, making sure to stir you awake, just enough for permission.
“Steve-“
The mumble immediately circulated his rock hardness, pushing him to delve deeper into the crook of your neck, lips and tongue wetly smacking and lapping at the newly perpetuated bruise.
“Just let me in, you don’t have to move sweetheart, I can do all the work, just so hungry for you…”
The tips of his fingers rake down the dip of your back until they settled between the two pert globes that had Steve throbbing and foaming at the mouth, tongue moist with waves of newly formed saliva, god was he hungry.
They hover ever so gently against the puckered skin of your entrance, you wiggly tiredly, practically pushing back until the tips sank in with the added spit he globed downward onto your hole, the thick layer of hair which littered across his body raking against your own.
“Thank you sweetheart-“
Moving himself downward, he kneeled just besides where your thighs settled, his digits easily sinking in, squelching with each soft glide. Steve groans, nothing ever would stop him from pleasing you, god he couldn’t even keep his hands to himself, not with you around.
Each lewd plap bounced of the walls, his fingers jamming in, curling and proding at your prostate. You arch upwards into his touch, bouncing back hastily with urgency, almost breaking the curse of sleep that riddled your very body.
He teased and pushed, each nerve inside on fire and illuminating the cause of your stirring, he watched the beads of cum dribble from the tip of your soft cock, pushing him to fuck his fingers back and forth harshly.
Knuckles deep and you still had no clarification, Steve was indeed a menace, especially when it came down to your own pleasure, his mouth agape as he watched you bounce with need.
“That’s it, there we go”
He smoothly grumbled, almost testing the waters, just to see how far you would go to make his life a living hell but one worth living. Each graze, each thrust of the two digits, it had you scrambling at the sheets for forgiveness.
“Never thought- never thought in a million years that all I had to do…fuck- was slip two fingers into your little boy cunt to wake you up”
Steve was never going to let this go, not now, not with his cock weeping and dribbling with pre, hard and proud between his hairy thighs.
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sub/service top steve x reader
maybe reader is stressed because of school or work which leads to a strain being put on his relationship with steve. in order to combat this steve comes up with the idea of letting the reader use him for their pleasure deterring from their usual dynamics. elements of reader choking steve while riding him, whiny/whimpering steve, dry humping, frottage and lots of praise received and given between one another
ps: thanks so much for taking the time to read these and taking them from concepts to full on body’s of work, i hope you know that your talent isn’t taken for granted
I’m sorry that it took me so long to write this. I really appreciate the ps, that’s very sweet.
“Have you gotten your new schedule yet?” Steve asks when he comes through the door of your apartment.
You let out a breath through your nose, trying to quell the anger that you felt has been with you all day. It doesn’t help, and when you snap your response back at Steve, “I won’t have it until tomorrow,” you automatically feel worse.
“Okay okay,” Steve responds back with much more composure than you expected. He sets his keys down onto the counter before he walks up to you and pulls your tense body into a hug. ”You’ve had a rough week, so I wanted to know your new schedule to take you out on a date next week,” he says softly into your neck.
”Oh Steve,” you whisper back in a soft, shaky voice, “I’m sorry.”
Steve runs his hand up and down your back slowly, “I know, baby,” he presses his lips to your neck, “it’s okay.”
You pull out of Steve’s embrace, just enough to look into his eyes before you speak, “I shouldn’t take it out on you, I-“
Steve cuts you off by pressing his lips to yours, “I mean it. Besides, you know how frustrated I can be when I get off a shift from Family Video.”
You try to turn your neck and hide the smile on your face, you’re supposed to be angry after all, but Steve grabs your face to keep you still. Steve’s smile matches yours, but his looks more sheepish, and when he opens his mouth, you know exactly what he’s about to say.
”Maybe you could call out?” He suggests.
“Steve,” you hiss, “you know I hate calling out.”
”I know. You’re just such a goody two-shoes,” Steve responds in a joking manner.
“I’m not-“ you cut yourself off with a loud huff, “you know I hate it when you call me that,” you say angrily.
”You are though,” Steve responds, pulling your bodies flush, “my good boy,” he whispers against your mouth.
“Is this your attempt at turning me on?”
“Is it working?”
It did in fact work. Your anger fuels your movements, and by the time you’re sinking down onto Steve’s cock, you can’t tell if the feeling running through your veins is lust or anger.
“Wait!” Steve says, wrapping his hands tightly around your hips, trying to stop your hips. ”You didn’t prepare yourself enough you’ll-“
”Steve!” You wrap a hand around his neck as you bottom out. You push him down into the pillows as your fingers tighten around the sids of his neck, “please just,” your voice breaks off into a moan as you shift around on his cock.
“You’re right,” Steve says, nodding, “take what you need.”
Steve’s cheeks are pink when you look down at him, and the color nearly reaches your fingers, “you like this,” you observe at the color and how hard Steve is panting on the pillows.
The first time Steve tries to open his mouth to respond, he can only groan as you bring yourself up and then back down onto his cock. The second time he tries, you move your fingers from his neck to press two of your fingers into his mouth at the same pace his cock goes back into your hole when you bring your hips up and then down.
”Shut up, Steve,” you say as you press the pads of your fingers onto his tongue. It’s wet and warm as it swirls around your fingers, reminding you much of how it feels when he sucks your cock. The feeling almost distracts you enough to keep you still on his cock, but after you shift your hips around, you’re reminded of what you’re after.
When you pull your fingers from his mouth and place both hands onto his chest for balance, Steve speaks. You can’t be mad though, knowing that Steve wasn’t exactly that good of a listener. “You’re so beautiful,” he says as he rocks up into the heat of your body, “taking charge.”
”You’re so beautiful,” you respond as you move one of your hands to bury your hand into his sweaty strands of hair, “the way you submit,” you say as you pull his head back to expose the column of his neck.
You move down into his neck, past the marks you’ve already bitten into his neck to an empty patch skin. You can feel the vibration of Steve’s moan against your lips as you suck a new mark into his neck. You answer with a moan of your own into his neck as Steve mindlessly thrusts into your hole.
You gasp into Steve’s mouth as you try your best to kiss him through the feel of his cock nailing your prostate. “Fucking me so good,” you say, biting at his lip, “such a good boy for me.”
”I’m close,” Steve moans as his thrusts begin to lose their rhythm.
“Gonna cum for me?” You breathe against his mouth, “gonna fill me up?”
Steve’s back arches below your body as his thrusts end with a loud moan, and when his body falls back to the bed, you move off of his softening cock.
You’re tempted to push your still hard cock into his open, panting mouth, but you settle for wrapping your fingers around your cock and stroking at a quick pace. It only takes a few strokes for your cock to shoot ropes of white all over Steve’s face.
Your eyes fall shut under the intensity of your orgasm and when you open them through the aftershocks, you’re met with the site of your cum that’s painted a messy picture all over Steve’s face. You groan as you move your stiff legs so you can flop down next to Steve.
He only gives you a few moments of running your fingers through the mess on his face before he’s getting off the bed and leaving the room. A hot feeling runs through your body when you feel his cum start to trickle out from your hole, but soon, Steve is back with a warm rag to wipe you down.
“Missed a spot,” you say to Steve, looking up to the cum that landed in his hair.
“You’ll have to help me clean it out,” Steve says as he lays back down beside you. He tosses the rag onto the pile of your combined clothes before he throws his arm around your waist.
“You could come work at Family Video with Robin and I,” Steve says once he’s settled down onto the pillow beside your head.
You roll over onto your stomach, your soft cock rubbing against the cotton of your sheets, “we’d get fired so quickly,” you say before the both of you fall into a fit of laughter.
Steve rolls over onto his stomach too so he can run a hand down your back, “you’re just so tempting,” he growls, his hand moving to your ass.
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The Coffee or The Man
Steve Harrington x male!reader
contents; fluff
Summary; steve finds out that his crush on his best friend was much more obvious than he thought
The clock ticks again, and again, and again. It had been ten minutes since M/n left to get a coffee for Steve, yet he can't stop staring out the window and glancing at the time. No matter how long Steve stares, nothing seems to change, so he instead appears rather desperate. The VHS tape in his hand still hasn't been placed on the shelf. He's a statue now, helpless and longing...
"Steve!" The familiar voice shakes Steve out of his trance. His head whips around to look at Robin, who's giving him a rather suspicious look. "Are you seriously that desperate for M/n to get back?" She teases, leaning against the shelf with a knowing smirk. Steve just scoffs, moving his arm forward. He tries to put the VHS on the shelf but misses and has to look to put it on properly.
"I don't know what you're implying, but I just really want that coffee." Steve replies, not looking back at Robin. Robin puts down her tapes and moves closer to Steve, trying to get his full attention. "You didn't want M/n to leave when he offered." She retorts.
"Look– I–" Steve cuts himself off, jaw hung low as he tries to think of some kind of excuse. He looks at Robin and huffs. "He's my best friend. I just wanted his company."
"Right, right. But are you aware of the way you look at M/n?" Robin tilts her head as if trying to get her point across. Steve is fully aware.
It all started not that long ago when M/n and Steve were trapped in the Russian basement together. M/n had sacrificed himself to protect Steve from any harm while he got tortured for answers. Steve was grateful, very grateful. But he also felt love for M/n in that moment. He tried to push it away. To convince himself that he's not the sort of guy that likes men. But he couldn't seem to change himself. He still can't.
Several months later, Steve is even deeper in love with M/n. He doesn't want to admit that to himself, talk about to Robin. It's all so confusing. Why has Steve suddenly started liking guys? And why his best friend of all people?
"I look at him how I look at anyone." Steve denies, grabbing a tape and continuing to stock the shelf. He wants to move on from the conversation. But he knows Robin will persist. "No, you don't! You love him, don't you? Just be honest with me." She continues to pry.
"Robin! I'm not gay. Just drop it. We talked about this. I like boobies or whatever." Steve argues, clearly getting more frustrated in his tone. "Just because you like women doesn't mean you can't like men. Specifically, M/n." She explains.
Steve doesn't quite know what to say now. He's been caught, and there's no denying it anymore. He can barely admit this to himself, talk about one of his closest friends. He can't quite force any words from his lips that agree to Robin's accusations. If Robin finds out, that means other people would eventually find out, including M/n. But also including Steve's parents. They'd kill him.
"I just want him to get back with my coffee. That's it." Steve says, finally able to get words out of his mouth, despite the devastating crack in his voice.
"Is it the coffee or the man that you want?" Robin asks, barely even considered a question. They both know the answer.
Ding!
Steve and Robin look over at who's entered the store. M/n walks in, back pressed into the door as both of his hands are holding a cup of coffee. Steve completely blocks out whatever M/n is saying, too distracted by his own feelings at just seeing the boy enter. Exchanging a glance, Steve and Robin make a telepathic agreement to be quiet about this, nodding their heads once.
M/n doesn't need to know. Not yet.
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Christmas with you - s. h.
pairing: steve harrington x GN!reader (no pronouns used)
word count: 1.6k
warnings: mentions of difficult family relationships, slight swearing (the word "ass" is used once), no use of "y/n", otherwise it's all fluff <3
a/n: people probably won't read this since it´s fluff but i had the idea and really wanted to write it so… we celebrate on the 24th here so that’s why i chose to post it today. hope everyone has a wonderful holiday whatever you celebrate or if you don’t celebrate anything at all. no matter what you can consider this my gift to you. to anyone who finds the holidays difficult i hope 2024 is kind to you and know you can always message me if you want someone to vent to. i might not be able to give any advice but i´ll always lend an ear <3 as always idk how i feel about this but i´m trying to get back into writing, so i´m trying not to overthink it.
Christmas was always difficult. After the mandatory Christmas dinner you always spent the rest of the night holed up in your room to avoid all the yelling and arguing. You didn't even bother to come down to open the presents anymore. It was only nine in the evening but you'd rather spend the rest of the night doing nothing before falling asleep than spend a second longer around your family.
It was a beautiful night outside. The pavement and all the trees were covered in beautiful white dust. All the houses on your street were adorned with beautiful lights and decorations. The street lights were cascading beautiful shadows and making the snow sparkle. It all seemed like an idyllic Christmas, except it wasn´t.
Even if it was early you decided to try to sleep and wash away the loud voices that were carried from downstairs. You were just about to turn off all the lights in your bedroom when you heard the hard thud of a pebble hitting your bedroom window.
Knitting your eyebrows together and slightly tilting your head in wonder, you walked over to the window. It was too dark outside to see anything. Due to the contrast of the darkness outside and the brightness in your room, all you could see with the window closed was your own reflection. Opening the lock and lifting up the window you were met with a cold breeze. Leaning the top of your body out of the window you looked down to find out who had thrown the small stone.
“Steve?”
You were met with a smile you knew all too well and a beautiful head of fluffy, brown hair.
“Grab your jacket, I want to show you something” Steve shouted, just loud enough for you to hear without your parents hearing him from inside the living room. There was a mischievous glint in his eyes, an offer you couldn´t refuse.
“What do you have planned this time, Harrington?” You laughed as he tilted his head in amusement; his boyish grin making his rugged, good looking features shine even more.
“It´s a surprise. Now hurry up, I´m freezing my ass off down here” but his smile only grew bigger as he complained.
“Fine” you dragged out the ´e´, laughing as you continued “You're so impatient”
Quickly, but silently, closing your window you headed over to your closet and grabbed your spare jacket and shoes. Both of which you kept in your room just in case you had to sneak out.
Lifting the window again you quietly and carefully climbed out and onto the drain tube. You softly started closing your window again, slowly closing it this time so your parents wouldn't hear. Making sure your window was just open enough so you could slip your fingers under it and open it again later, without too much cold air coming in and making your room freeze. Satisfied, you let yourself slip down the tube until your feet hit the ground with a soft thud.
Wrapping your arms and jacket closer around you, you walked over to Steve with small, hurried steps.
“Close your eyes” He grinned when you stopped right in front of him.
“Why?” You wondered aloud. You trusted Steve more than anyone else but this behavior, all the mystery, was a bit unusual for him.
“Like I told you, it's a surprise. Just trust me?” There was a soft, nervous expression grazing his features now so you decided to do as he said.
“Ok” You closed your eyes and let Steve put his gloved hands over them. He quietly told you when you could start walking and led you away.
From what you could tell with your sight gone it wasn't a long walk. You assumed he had taken you to his house, after all it was only a couple of houses down from yours.
All you could hear around you was the quiet night breeze blowing against the few leaves that were still left on the otherwise bare trees and the soft crinkle of yours and Steve´s feet against the snow.
“Okay you can open them now” Steve removed his hands from your eyes and let them drop back to his sides.
Slowly opening your eyes you let them adjust to the light again as everything slowly got less blurry.
“Wow” You let out a stunned breath.
“Do you like it?” Steve asked cautiously.
Tears started welling up in your eyes as you were met with the sight of the treehouse behind Steve´s house covered in Christmas lights, the one you had built together as kids.
“It´s wonderful” You quietly muttered, almost unable to speak as you felt so moved by the gesture. Steve smiled softly.
“Come on let's head up” He ran ahead towards the small wooden ladder and started climbing.
You quickly followed after him, grabbing the planks with a firm grip so you wouldn´t slip. Steve held the hatch open for you so you could easily climb in. As you looked around inside you were taken aback by the sheer amount of work he had put into decorating the treehouse. Just like outside there were lights adorning the walls. In the middle of the room he had put a blanket on the floor with soft pillows for the two of you to sit on, a fluffy blanket in case you got cold and a picnic basket. In the corner sat a small, plastic Christmas tree which he had decorated with various ornaments the two of you had made when you were younger, including baubles you had painted one christmas after accidentally breaking the ones his mom had hung on their Christmas tree. The memory of it tore on your heart, remembering a time when his parents actually came home and celebrated Christmas with him. He had later told you that he preferred spending it alone, because at least then there was no fighting.
Shaking the memory you pushed your body into the treehouse and walked towards the picnic blanket. Taking off your jacket you watched Steve do the same, revealing that he was wearing the Christmas sweater you had knitted for him. Smiling softly you sat down on the pillow next to Steve. Once you were settled he started gesturing towards the basket.
“I made us some food”
He started by pulling out plates, cutlery and napkins and setting them down between the two of you. After everything was placed in an orderly manner he started pulling out various boxes of Christmas food that he had prepared for the two of you. Finally he pulled out two glasses and a bottle of sparkling cider. Popping the bottle he first poured one glass, which he handed to you and then another one for himself.
After you were done eating, you started putting everything back in the basket. As you placed the items back you felt a cool breeze prick your skin. A small, barely noticeable shiver rushed through your body. Steve noticing the movement grabbed the blanket and held it out for you.
“Here, I don't want you to grow cold and get sick” He muttered, pushing the blanket into your hands. You knew for a fact that if you were feeling the cold creeping on then Steve was definitely cold too.
“I don't want you to freeze either” You answered with a frown. Moving the basket, you scooted closer to him until your side was pressed against his and wrapped the blanket around both of you.
Neither of you said anything, sitting there in complete silence. The warmth of his body against yours made heat flush your cheeks. Turning away to hide the tint of pink from Steve, you didn't notice that he was blushing as well.
The silence was finally broken by the sound of shuffling. Steve carefully and slowly moved his arm until it was resting around your shoulder. Even though he had a reputation in school for being a ladies´ man, it was all different with you. Whenever he was around you he felt like the little eight year old schoolboy who had grown a crush on his best friend.
His body was stiff and you could tell he was holding his breath, awaiting your reaction. He let out a deep breath, his body visibly relaxing when you put your head on his shoulder. Closing your eyes you took a moment to breathe in his cologne, it was natural and comforting. You let yourself enjoy it, carefully memorizing it all - so that you could always remember how the two of you, for the first time ever, had a happy Christmas memory.
“Uh oh”
You were snapped out of your thoughts by Steve´s voice. Tilting your head up towards his face you furrowed your brows “What?”
Steve only pointed upwards in response. You followed his gaze up to over your heads where he was holding a mistletoe between the two of you. Your eyes shot back towards his face, he was grinning slyly now.
“Oh, you are such a dork!” You laughed, pushing at his chest.
Steve only grabbed your wrist in response holding your hand against him and using it to pull you closer to him. Your lips met in a soft kiss and you melted against him, his thumb lightly rubbing circles on your cheek. You let out a content hum. There were no words spoken about what this meant for your friendship. There was no need, you both knew each other well enough to tell this was something you both desired. A small part of you guessed that this was something you both had wanted to do since you first learned what a crush was.
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content: somnophilia, dumbification, bulge/slight cum inflation, overstimulation
Steve blinked awake, his mind clouded from sleeping. He immediately tilted his head, looking toward your side of the bed only to see you not there. He tried sitting up only to be knocked back into the pillow a second later.
His mouth fell open as a surge of pleasure ran up his spine, yet again clouding his mind.
“You up, pretty boy?” You questioned, chuckling. “Lost you there for a minute.”
Oh right.
In his unconscious haze, he’d forgotten how he passed out in the first place. He tensed his muscles, moaning again when he felt your cock still in him.
He had no idea how long he’d been out, nor did he have any idea how much either of you had cum at this point. His stomach was sticky, covered in his own watery cum. He could feel your orgasm leaking out of him, though your cock kept most of it from leaking out.
And shit did he feel full.
He could feel a bulge in his stomach, no doubt from a combination of your cock and the amount of times you’d cum.
You barely waited for him to adjust, your hips snapping into his the second he looked coherent enough. He answered you in nothing but moans and whines, his hands tightly gripping the sheets below him.
“Feel so tight around me, Steve,” You smirked, both hands gripping his hips.
“Hnnn only for you,” He barely got the sentence out, taking one of your hands and holding it tightly.
“Gonna fuck you full Stevie,” You moaned, leaning down and speaking into his ear. His eyes rolled back, neck exposed to you. “Maybe I’ll make you wear a plug all day, hm?”
Steve only nodded at the idea, biting down hard on his lip.
“Or I could just leave you like this, watch me dripping down your legs the rest of the day.” You huffed, kneeling and lifting one of Steve’s legs over your shoulder, hitting his prostate far harder than before.
“FUCK, Y/n,” Steve practically yelled, squeezing your hand. “You’re gonna fuck a baby into me.” He barely got to finish his sentence, his mouth falling open again.
“Yeah? Think I can get you full enough to fuck a kid into you?” You asked, smirking at how fast Steve nodded. “Looks like I fucked you stupid.” He only nodded more.
“Gonnacumgonna,” A moan interrupted him, watery cum dripping down his cock.
“Fuck baby,” You groaned, feeling your own end approaching. “You’re gripping me so tight.” You came a second later, pounding another load into Steve’s ass.
You slowed down, finally pulling out. It forced a whine out of Steve when you did so. He watched, barely moving, as you spread his legs, getting a closer look at his hole. Your cum dripped from him, slowly spilling out. You reached on the bed next to you, grabbing the plug you’d set out. You took two fingers, pushing some of your cum back in before sliding the plug into Steve’s ass. It earned another moan from him, his hole still sensitive.
You leaned down, meeting his lips for a slow, much less lustful kiss. “Think you can keep that in for a whole movie?” You questioned. It was a day in, what better time to make Steve a horny mess in your house?
He nodded, “Fuck yes.”
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Staring
sub!bottom!ftm Steve x dom!top!masc reader
☆ Word Count: 1,610 ☆
↳ [REQUEST] | AFAB Language Used
i think this is my 100th request 😭
CW: Locker Room Sex, Teasing, Oral, Praise Kink, Fingering, Daddy Kink, Squirting, Cum Swallowing, accidentally dialogue heavy
Once again, your teammate is checking you out. He’s been looking at you weirdly for weeks now and you're convinced he has a crush on you. It started with random glances and turned into full on stares.
He always thought you were attractive and he found himself looking at you in every class you share and at every practice. And each time he felt more and more drawn to you. It started off innocent, all he wanted was to hold hands and kiss. But then he started thinking about you in ways that aren't so family friendly. You’re confident and dominant on the court, he wonders if you're the same in bed. He feels bad but he's been masturbating to you. He does things he’d never thought he’d do. He feels perverted doing it but he often buys popsicles and practices sucking you off. He even managed to buy a dildo but he was too scared to use it so he just rubs his cunt against the plastic shaft. He settled with fantasies but he realized that wasn't enough.
“Staring again? Am I that good looking?” You chuckle. Steve’s eyes widen, a blush spreading across his cheeks. He stutters for a bit before you stop him. “I’m just kidding, Steve.” You smile sweetly.
“Ri- right-” He quickly turns around and rushes to the bathroom to wash his face and cool down.
It happens again the next day, this time he was being very obvious with his arousal. He was on the bench for ‘health reasons’ (he just wanted to watch you) and you noticed him squeezing his legs together and giving you bedroom eyes.
“Am I the only one who gets the ‘Steve Harrington Death Stare’?” You chuckled. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”
Steve’s entire face burned red. “Um-”
“You don't have to explain right now. I think I understand.” You winked at him. “But I’d like to hear it from you eventually.”
Hope filled his heart. If he confesses, will you say yes?
He takes a while to build up the courage to confess but he finally does. And now here’s Steve, standing in front of you in the empty locker room while fiddling with his thumbs. You wait patiently for him to speak rather than rushing him, he appreciates it.
“Whenever you…you tease me, I feel so...so..”
“Horny?” You smirk, remembering how turned on he looked sitting on the bench.
His ears tinge red. He wasn't going to say that, but you're far from wrong. “Yeah...and I just wanna…I want you to tease me and- and praise me, and make me do whatever you want me to...” He trails off, eyes widening as he realizes what he’s saying. “I get it if you- if you’re uncomfortable! You can just pretend this never happened!”
“Whatever I want, huh?” You smirk. “Kneel.”
His eyes are blown wide as he falls to his knees. He looks to you for approval before pulling down your shorts and boxers, your half hard cock slapping him in the face. He takes it in his hand and drags his tongue along your shaft, mimicking the girls in the porno DVDs he borrowed at Family Video. He watches as you grow to full size, the sight causes a throbbing sensation in his pants. He imagined you being big but this is a whole different story.
“Put it in your mouth, sweetheart.” You urge. Steve does as you ask, opening his mouth and taking the tip of your cock in his mouth. He looks up at you as he tries to swallow you whole, stopping halfway. He knows his limits. He sucks you off for at least a minute, trying his very best to please you, before pulling away and looking at you with a sweet expression.
“Am I doing okay..?” He asks softly. It's his first time doing anything with another guy, he wants to make sure he’s doing it right. Plus, he wants to hear you praise him.
“You’re doing so good for me, baby..” You wrap your fingers in his hair, guiding him back onto your length. Steve closes his eyes and starts to ‘properly’ suck you off. “Look at me.”
His eyes flutter open, his gaze focusing on you. He moves his mouth up and down your shaft while keeping eye contact the whole time.
“What a sight..” You sigh. “You look so pretty like this, Steve. Wish I had a camera.”
Steve moans and picks up the pace, encouraged to do more. He brings his hand inside his shorts and presses two fingers against his clit. He rubs it in circles and moans, bobbing his head up and down vigorously.
“Look at you, getting turned on from sucking my cock..” You murmur, gently pulling him off of you. “How about I take care of that?”
Steve shakes his head lightly. “I like…I like making you feel good..”
You never thought of Steve as the type to prefer pleasing rather than being pleased but now that you've been made aware of it, it makes sense. You've heard rumors that his parents are never home, the reason why he has so many parties, it's clear that he needs someone to give him the praise he never received.
“You know how you can make me feel even better? Get over there and bend over.” You point to the wall of lockers.
Steve quickly does as you asked, jutting his ass out and looking back at you. You walk up behind him and pull his shorts off. His boxers are white, which allows you to see how wet he is. He’s soaked just from sucking you off. You pull them off, revealing his pretty pussy. You slowly slide one finger inside him and then another.
“How often do you touch yourself, Steve?” You ask, your chest resting on his back.
He turns more red than he already is. “Everyday..” He whispers.
“Really? What do you think about?” You start fingering him.
“You, [Name].” He admits.
“Of course.” You chuckle. “Do you use toys? Or just your fingers?”
“I…I..” He’s too embarrassed to tell you the truth.
“Come on, tell me.” You angle your fingers to his pleasure spot, making him whine.
“I finger myself but sometimes- fuck-” His face is a bright red. “I use a dildo..”
“So you've already taken something inside you?”
He shakes his head. “I rub…”
“You rub your pussy against the toy?” You ask and he nods. “Fuck…I need to see that.”
Steve moans. “You can watch–”
“Yeah? God, I bet you’d look so fucking hot doing it..” You pull your fingers out. “I’m gonna put it in.”
He gulps and prepares himself for your entrance. As you ease yourself inside him, he shuts his eyes and leans his head back. You're filling him up so well. “Mm- Daddy~” He moans out mindlessly.
“Does it feel good, baby?”
“Yes- fuck- you're so big-” He grins, loving how you stretch him out.
“You feel good too–” You groan in his ear, causing him to shiver. “Can I move?”
He nods.
You grip his hips and start fucking into him at a gentle pace. You don't want to hurt him.
“Mm- go faster, if you want~” He already feels like he's on cloud 9 but he has a feeling that you're holding back. “Wanna make you feel good, Daddy~”
“Don’t say that, I won’t be able to hold back.”
“‘M yours, Daddy, use me.”
You dig your nails into his skin and thrust into him roughly, practically rearranging his insides. Steve lets out loud, slutty moans without an ounce of shame. It feels too good for him to care about his surroundings. “Do you want everyone in the school to hear you? You want someone to come in and find you like this?”
He giggles, the thought of someone finding him getting pounded by you only makes him more excited. “Yes~!”
“Yes?” You laugh. “I didn’t know you were a whore, Harrington.”
“I’m your whore~!” He exclaims.
You somehow fuck him even harder and rougher than before, riled up by his words. You ram into his cunt relentlessly, enamored by the plushness of his wet pussy and the sluttiness of his words. Steve bites his lip as tears start to stream down his cheeks. He feels so fucking good, it's like electricity's running through him.
“Daddy–” He whines. “‘M gonna come-”
“Before me? How selfish.” You tease him.
Steve blabbers out an apology, crying harder.
“I'm kidding, sweetheart.” You bring your hand down to his clit, rubbing it in circles. Steve’s legs shake as you pull him into an orgasm, eyes rolling back as he squirts all over the floor and lockers. You help him through his orgasm before pulling out. You help him onto his knees and stroke yourself over his face. He sticks out his tongue and waits for you to come. It doesn't take long before you’re spurting thick ropes of cum all over his face and tongue.
“You did so well for me, Steve..” You murmur, helping him stand up. “Such a good boy for me.” You bring him to the showers.
bonus:
Steve rubs his sopping wet pussy along his pink dildo, pulling on his nipples and whimpering like a puppy while you watch him. His eyes are trained on your lower half as he watches you get off to him. Everything feels good, his pussy, his nipples, your gaze…but now that he's gotten a taste of it, he just wants your cock now. He wants to be good for you though, so he'll keep going as long as you want.
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make an nsfw about steve harrington and ethan landry Please?
Steve Harrington and Ethan Landry NSFW hc's
Steve Harrington:
-Steve Harrington is a switch
-When he's dominant, he loves to tease and mock his partner
-He loves making you beg
-When he's submissive tho....
-This man is so whiny
-He gets so desperate so quickly
-wants to be good and do everything you ask
-Either way, he loves making you feel good and equally loves any and all pleasure you give him
-He will whine and whimper for you, especially if you tease and mock him the same way he did to you
-Laugh at him and call him degrading names while you praise him for taking you so well
Ethan Landry:
-He's a sub, but will occasionally be more dominant
-Likes being bratty so you'll put him in his place
-Praise and degrade him, be soft or rough, he loves anything you do to him
-He needs reassurance tho. He needs to be reminded that you love him
-Call him dirty and degrading names while telling him you love him? He'll probably cum on the spot
-He usually gets more dominant when he's stressed or angry (not at you) and needs to let it out
-He gets very rough and demanding
-He loves to tie you up and use you
-he loves marking you and being marked
-He's very loud
-whimpers... a lot
-He will become a crying babbling mess for you
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Cinderellas Slipper
BILLY HARGROVE X MALE READER
Summary: Billy tries to apologize but loses his slipper instead.
Content Warnings: "Queer" used in a derogatory manner. Brief mention of Billy and Reader having sexual relations. Established Relationships/Lore
Other Pairing(s): Steve Harrington x Male Reader, Jonathan Byers x Male Reader, Will Byers x Male Reader, Nancy Wheeler x Billy Hargrove (implied not said)
AUTHOR NOTE(S):
Writing specific scenes that pop into my head is much easier than committing to an entire fanfic :p
Feeling kinda meh abt this one guys idddkkkk
Uhhhhh Billy is gay bc I say so
No but that headcanon really gets my writer loins spinnin
The depth
Anyway
Billy's a wee bit jealous
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Billy's not sure what lead him to this point.
But the moment he steps out of his Camaro he has to pause, place his hands on his hips, and pace. Once. Twice. Three times for good measure before his attention is redirected to his destination.
Depot Central.
"Hawkins for the Family" Or so the sign outside had stated.
It's 4:30 in the afternoon, you've only been on shift for 30 minutes.
Three and a half hours to go.
Billy has memorized your schedule like the back of his hand.
The depot wasn't small by any means, but most of its stores closed at the latest of six due to its small town status. The depot itself mainly used the second story to hoard it's products, what couldn't fit through the windows displayed itself like an open antique shop on the 1st floor, the remaining area that couldn't be utilized by the display lay store merchandise.
This was the third time in a row he'd come back to the depot.
The first time he'd be stepping inside.
If the place had more customers he would've stalled a little longer, maybe considered another 3 rounds of pacing the parking lot but there was no one in front of him when he stood off to the side, peering through the windows.
His hands find his hips again, pressing agaisnt the brown leather belt adorning his dark blue jeans. It was new. He'd went out and bought it a few days ago. Even went as far as hiding between the aisles of the women's section trying to scope out style.
He didn't buy the pink or purple belt, regardless of how "nice" you said those colors were on him. Instead, by a random struck of luck that felt unwarranted, he'd found one even more perfect. One in which the gems were arranged in a way that made it look like the night sky.
Fucking space because you were into that shit or whatever.
Gemstones on top of silver. And Billy felt like a star on the belt, big and prominent.
Maybe that was wishful thinking. He couldn't really reject the feeling of suffocating when the gems shined in the sunlight through the window panes beside him.
Girly.
Feminine.
Queer.
Billy tries to ignore them and in the process, he considers ditching his clothing choices for today and giving in to his original idea. But even so, with all he's been through, Billy isn't really aware that the things he's learned from you have stuck this long.
He'd scrubbed himself raw in the bathroom just 30 minutes ago. And he made sure to perfectly place the top portion of his maroon button up that was peeled open. And he dabbed cologne on every inch of his body, just in case the amount he had initially put on wasn't enough. And while he was driving he made sure to keep the cigarettes in his dash because he knew the smell, reminiscent of your father, was the sole reason you had never picked them up throughout your teenager years. Not even to just try.
So once more, everything right down to his clean socks were an item of scrutiny. He even had spare deodorant in his car if he started to sweat.
And for what? He didn't fucking know.
The urge to repeat his pacing however came and he knew very well what that meant.
He was thinking about turning around.
But to make sure his body isn't going the opposite direction, he checks his front pockets where two cards were securely nestled in.
Dare Billy say he was almost scared.
He feels sweat starting to prick on the back of his neck, underneath his perfectly defined curls –he didn't even want to think about the measures he went to learn how to make them look so pretty– and he ducks back into his car, deciding he should just put the deodorant everywhere.
As he fumbles for the anti perspirant in his dash, feet sticking out of the car and body pressing against the middle console awkwardly, he realizes that he's almost forgotten the singular rose that he specifically taped to head of his passenger seat so he wouldn't forget it.
Quickly, Billy retrieves the rose and proceeds to rub himself down with the light spray of deodorant.
And despite his previous antsy nature, when he finally goes to walk to the entrance of the store, his face is the perfect mix between cool and ready. But his eyebrows are furrowed, a giveaway to the turmoil going on in his head.
Once the doors slide open, the chimes on top barely audible in the distance, Billy's face twitches ever so slightly when he realizes who is bent over the checkout counter, chatting you up, eliciting deep, rumbling laughter from your wide chest.
Steve.
Billy makes sure the displeasure is gone from his face with a blink of the eyes before he's approaching the two with nonchalant grace. He makes sure his gait is perfect and makes no noise against the flooring of the store, this way he can spy on your conversation from behind the taller shelves of canned food.
He listens close enough to pick up the murmurings of some new ice cream recipe you had apparently tried over the weekend with Will and Jonathan. Sounded absolutely disgusting to Billy. There was pecan and raspberry involved, as well as a hint of honey which would be fine if it wasn't inside frozen food.
But Billy found himself not really paying attention to the words being exchanged, moreso the tone.
Or, more importantly– how Steve said them. Emphasized certain vowels that he wouldn't unless he was in the presence of someone really close.
Just the thought tightens his grip on the small rose clasped tightly in between his fingers and he decides to finally make himself known by making a detour into the candy aisle beside the front desk, going over to get a pack of black liquorish and throwing the item down at the counter for you to ring up.
Your eyes fling up in startle, as though you hadn't noticed Billy at all until the very moment he slammed the unsavory candy on the counter, the plastic brushing a strand of Steve's hair on the way down.
Maybe it was a little bit of an overreaction, but he couldn't help it.
There were instances in which Billy acted purely upon instinct or impulse. Moments in which he let those feelings go to his head and not only let it manifest into words, sometimes that energy even moved his entire body without asking.
You had paused mid-sentence to take in the scene before you. How could you not?
Steve was dumbfounded. Not because the candy was an offense to his palate but because the intensity with which Billy pushed the packaged item towards you was a big one.
Steve moved away from the man looming over his shoulder, offended for his friend across the counter.
The first time Steve had walked in on you two, Billy wanted to kill him –almost killed him. Whatever he was about to retort would most likely have the same outcome.
Because it didn't matter how nicely Billy dressed or spoke to you, Steve could still see the shadow of Billy in his mind, a storm all his own lurking underneath flesh.
"We're still talking. " The brunette finally speaks up, motioning back and forth between himself and you.
Billy snorts and rolls his eyes, trying his hardest not to call the boy across from him something more obscene than asshole because he knows it would lose him any chance of speaking to you.
"You're a worker, right? " Billy plants his forearm on the counter, mocking Steve's pervious position.
"Work. " He spits.
You stare back at him pointedly, hands on your waist before you grab the item and run it across the scanner. A green light graces you skin and a beep fills the empty room.
"52 cents, sir. " You retort simply.
Sir.
Sir.
"Sir?" Billy reels, face controrting into disgust. The word burned all over, and surely the older boy in front of him knew how much that word would affect him. He must've known that it'd make Billy Hargrove piss his pants.
You did.
But nevertheless, Billy pulls his wallet out and drops a five on the counter, telling you to keep the rest.
The plastic covering of the candy crinkles under your fingers as you lift it from the counter, passing it back to the blonde.
Your fingers brush beneath the packaging and all air seems to whoosh out of Billy's lung in response.
You meets his eyes in the middle.
It's silent for a moment.
–Save for Steve who's munching on the same type of candy just off to the side.
The blonde blinks, once, twice. His brows raising again like they had in his car. Billy can feel it, and he fights the urge to pull his fingers away but he doesn't, both of your hands just dangling there for a minute longer.
"Mm!" Steve chokes suddenly, wincing right after as the liquorish becomes a glob in his mouth and his body jerks backwards in discomfort.
It breaks the moment but Billy has an easier time collecting himself than his competitor.
"Steve. " You exclaim and you make a move towards him, patting your friends back with exaggerated aggression.
"I'm okay. " He rasps. "I'm okay. " He raises his hands up in the air but his words deceive him as he starts another fit of coughing.
After a minute or so of more gagging and choking and violent beatings on the back, Steve finally manages to swallow, with a loud groan of course.
You manage a laugh at the boys struggle, masking the noise the bell atop the door makes when it flies open.
And when you turn back around, half a grin still on your face, you're met with emptiness.
That, and a singular rose haphazardly placed on the counter.
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– HIS BEAUTIFUL HAIR ⋆
–☆ fluff
–☆ including: Steve Harrington
🗒: I just finished Stranger Things (I know I'm like a year late, but I have reasons..)
Being Steve's best friend then evolved to be his boyfriend, you had to know what products he used for his hair.
You've already tride asking him about 100 times by now, but Steve would always put his finger to your lips and shush you. You would bite his finger.
At this rate you thought you'll know until the day you died.
"STEVE PLEASE, I'M BEGGING ON MY KNEES, JUST PLEASE LET ME KNOW"
Steve had sighed and look at you with a bored expression.
"Why are so determined to know what I use in my hair?"
Steve smiled and you played with his hair.
"Because it's the most soft thing I've ever touched in my life, plus I'm your boyfriend, AND I was your best friend for 5 years before we dated."
You ruffled his hair as he shooed away your hand and attempted to fix his hair to the way it was again.
"How can Dustin know, but I can't? To me personally, that's unfair."
You pouted as Steve just looked at you.
"Cause Dustin seems more trustworthy than you."
Steve continued to look at you, but with a smirk. God you wished you can just wipe off that smirk on his face.
"Ouch. I can't believe you trust a literal child than me, a bit rude, don't you think?"
Steve shook his head at you and kiss you on the cheek.
"Maybe you'll get to know when we get married, who knows."
He shrugged as he went back to whatever he was doing before as you had to process what he said.
"I'm sorry, when we're married? I will propose to you right now and we can have a wedding in 3 days just so I can know what you use."
Steve stopped what he was doing and turning towards you and you just looked at him with a smile.
"I'd like to have that happen."
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