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inexperienced reader getting shy/worried when they see how big stevie is and him reassuring them that he'll be nice and stretch you out just how he needs to 🫶 the whole time he's constantly checking up on the reader, kissing their forehead, their ribs all “ you okay, pretty ? doesn't hurt too much ? any slower ? ” and hes just SO sweet the entire time

Oh my god yes 😭

You're so nervous at first cause you're both in your 20s and you feel like you should know more. You know that it's silly and that it doesn't matter, that Steve doesn't care, but you're still so nervous

And when he slips his boxers of and you see that absolutely monstrous cock you're just babbling, you can't even get the words out, you just can't imagine how that would possibly fit inside you

But Steve is just so soft and slow and gentle. He slips his fingers into you one by one, letting you take as long as you need to get used to each digit before he slips another inside to stretch you even further

His voice is so soft and he's so sweet about guiding you through the whole thing, telling you how good you are and how well you're taking his fingers for him

And once he finally pushes his cock into you, it fills you up in a way you've never felt before. He's barely even halfway into you and it feels so tight, and so so good, and he just keeps kissing you and murmuring how well you're taking him, fucking you so gently, training you to take him

😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

#thank you for this anon omg #so soft #and so big #i literally had no interest at all in size kink #then i joined this fandom #and now i cant stop #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader #jerryhorneskink

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Day One - Size Kink

582 words

18+ only

Smut

Steve Harrington x Gender Neutral Reader

Tags: dom/sub; dom!steve; sub!reader; size kink; huge cock; penetrative sex; unprotected sex; rough sex; pain; gaping; cum shot; hair pulling; pet names; baby (reader); sweet thing (reader); explicit language

The fabric of the pillows muffles the sound of your voice as Steve pushes deeper into you, making you howl as he stretches you out. He's pumping firmly in and out of you with barely even half the length of his cock, and already it feels as though you couldn't possibly fit anymore of him inside you.

"Jesus, you're tight." Steve pants, gripping your hips as he fucks into you.

You earn a pleasing grunt from Steve as you tense around him.

"I think you can take a little bit more, don't you?"

You groan in response as Steve pushes ever so slightly deeper into you, your body stretching to fit around the girth of his cock. The discomfort only heightens the head spinning pleasure that's already making your knees weak.

"You like that, baby? Like it when I ruin your tight little hole?"

"Yes..."

"What's that? I don't think I heard you. I'm asking if you letting getting ruined by my fat cock."

Steve's hips buck again, pushing into you even more and winding you.

"I can't take anymore Steve!" You whine. "You're too big!"

"If you want me to stop you know what to say."

You know exactly what to stay, but you don't want him to stop. You want him to ruin you.

"I don't think it'll fit."

Steve's fingers tangle in your hair, taking a tight grip against your scalp and tugging your head back.

"Oh don't you worry about that, baby." He sneers. "I'll make it fit."

Steve thrusts sharply into you, his hips coming right up to press against yours as his whole length slides inside you. The pain makes your head rush and that alone nearly makes you cum then and there. It's hard to focus with the force he's fucking you, his hips hammering rapidly against yours. It's challenging to keep yourself up on all fours. Both his hands are back on your hips, gripping you tightly and slamming your body back into his. Steve's energy is astounding, you can't keep up but it doesn't matter.

Drunk on pleasure and pain you let your body go limp, resting your weight against his body as he fucks you relentlessly. Steve is in total control, his hands moving your hips for you in perfect rhythm with his own. Letting him use you like this drives you crazy, you can feel yourself practically dripping with lust as heat burns through your veins.

"I'm gonna cum Steve!" Your voice comes out shaky and desperate.

Shock waves ripple through you muscles as you cum. A feral scream rips your throat. Steve's hands stay clamped to your hips, continuing to guide the movement of your body and your tremble under his touch.

"That's it, baby, just give me a couple more.... fuck!"

Your knuckles strain as you cling desperately to the mattress. Steve's cock swells inside of you, making tears prick the corners of your eyes. You can feel his stomach twitching against you as he pumps you full of hot cum. He pulls out of you gently and lowers your body so that you're folded over on your knees. Leaning back he takes a moment to admire his work, watching triumphantly as your gaping hole drips in front of him.

Your head is still spinning, the aftershocks of your high making you feel dizzy. Steve appears by your side, his hand resting gently on the back of your head.

"Come on then, sweet thing, let's get you cleaned up."

#day ones here baby #im so ready for this month #stranger things #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #dom!steve #gender neutral reader #jerryhorneskink #kinktober 2022

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Hi there I have a steve harrington x fem reader idea maybe you wear something sexy for steve and tease him till the point where he fucks your brains out.

Oh. My. God. I hadn't written dom!steve in a while and uhhhh let's just say I had a lot of thoughts built up and this got away from me a little, so thank you for this!

2415 words

18+ only

Smut

Steve Harrington x Female Reader (reader has vagina)

Tags: dom/sub; dom!steve; mean!steve; sub!reader; teasing; vibrating underwear; upskirt; cock tease; offensive language; rough sex; penetrative sex; overstimulation; degredation; pussy spanking; name calling; slut shaming (consensual); fingering; finger sucking; mild size kink; cumshot; pet names; whore (reader), baby (reader); sweet thing (reader); very minimal aftercare

Let me know if i forgot anything :)

Robin is halfway out the door, still babbling apologies and thank yous as she struggles to pull her jacket on. Covering her shift was no problem for you, you'd told her that, but she still needs you to understand how grateful she is.

"Robin." You cut her off in the midst of an incoherent rant about how guilty she feels. "Just have fun, okay?"

"And tell me if you get to see her boobies!" Steve chimes in.

Robins face burns a bright crimson colour, a rare silence gripping her for a second before she exclaims,

"Steve! I told you -"

"I know, I know. Don't say boobies." He says laughing and shaking his head. "Just go would you? You're gonna be late."

After a few more hurried thanks she finally bustles out of the door and disappears down the street.

You love Robin, and you'd have taken her shift regardless to give her the chance to go on this date, but you have to admit your plans for this time alone with Steve had made you somewhat biased in your decision. The store falls silent once she leaves. It's a Monday night and, although Family Video doesn't shut for another two hours, you both know it won't be terribly busy. Steve appears next to you as you lift a box of promotional tapes from under the counter to start pricing.

"So uh... any particular reason you wanted to take Robin's shift?"

"Not that I can think of." You say, smiling playfully.

"No?" He says, moving closer and cupping your face with his hand. "Because I'm pretty sure that company policy dictates long pants, and uhh...."

Steve's eyes drop to the hemline of your skirt, which sits neatly about a third of the way down your thighs. You feel his other hand move up and rest on your hip, slight pressure pulling you towards him.

"Just the two of us here all alone, it's a shame we can't do anything."

You can see the intention in his eyes as he speaks, and you take your chance at reveling your ulterior motive.

"Speak for yourself." You announce.

Steve raises an eyebrow at you and you take a step away from him. Reaching into the pocket of the waistcoat he had leant you, you pull out a small, black remote control and hold it up so he can see. You push the little button and groan dramatically as the vibrator, which is concealed in the secret pocket of your underwear, whirs to life beneath you. With another quick press you stop the vibration and slide the remote back into your pocket, flashing a smile at Steve as you do. He stands in front of you in stunned silence.

"That's not fair." He says, a smirk appearing on his lips.

You check your surroundings to ensure there's no one on the street outside, then lean in and give him a short, unsatisfying peck on the lips.

"I know."

Over the next hour you tease Steve relentlessly, taking every opportunity when the store was empty to howl performatively at the sensation of the vibrations between your legs. Each time the little bell above the door rings Steve hurries himself behind the counter, standing awkwardly close to it and leaning over to speak to customers to hide the conspicuous bulge in his tight jeans. In the first little while Steve had followed you about the store, trying to get some fleeting touch between customers, but you quickly made it clear you weren't giving him anything. His attempts to ignore you only spur you on. As he stacks videos on a shelf you walk around to the shelving unit in front of him and bend down to organise the tapes on the bottom shelf, letting the back of your skirt lift up and show the outline of the bullet tucked into the pocket of your underwear, the light pink fabric stained dark by your soaked cunt.

You both have your eyes on the clock intermittently through the shift, Steve much more than you. With only 10 minutes left Steve begins to count the float. You approach the counter, bullet already buzzing. Leaning your forward and putting your weight on the counter, your thighs start to tense as your perfectly calculated plan comes together. Steve's hands shake a little as he tries desperately to keep his attention on the bills in his hands. You push yourself up on your tip toes, mouth falling open letting tight, choked groans burst out as your body tightens. Steve bites his lip, hips shifting uncomfortably in a vain attempt to get some relief from the friction of his jeans. Clicking the vibrator off you let yourself droop forward into the counter as your orgasm subsides. Steve narrows his eyes at you. You'll pay for this.

The second the clock ticks over to 10pm Steve has the door slammed shut and locked.

"Anything else that we need t-"

You're cut off as Steve storms past you, catching your wrist and pulling you with him. He drags you roughly to the store cupboard with out a word and pushes you up against a set of shelves. Before you can make another smug comment Steve's lips are pressed hard against yours, kissing you with enough force to knock the wind out of you. Lifting the front of your skirt Steve's hand pushes down into your underwear, two fingers gliding back and forth between your lips to feel how slick you are, then sliding into you and making you gasp.

"What? Two fingers too much for you now? I'd have thought a little whore like you could have taken a lot more than that."

His fingers pump back and forth inside you.

"Fuck you're wet, I'd be surprised if this little thing even still worked the amount you're gushing."

His other hand slides up your torso and grips your breast firmly, rolling it in his hand and making you moan softly before he reaches his fingers into his top pocket and pulls out the little remote. His fingers slip out of you and you whine as he tugs your underwear back up sharply and switches the vibrator back on. A loud groan is cut short as Steve's fingers push into your mouth, his fingers still dripping with the taste of you. You suck on them desperalty, squeezing your thighs together as the vibrator buzzes against your swollen clit. You hadn't expected him to have this much self restraint, in your head he had you bent over screaming his name by this point, but it was becoming clear he's planning to make you work for it. Every sensation feels heightened at the thought of having to beg him for what you so desperately need.

"Think it's cute to act like a little cock tease?" Steve asks, pulling his fingers from your mouth and clicking the vibrator off for a second.

"I don't know, Steve, you seemed to like it a- mmmmfuck!"

Steve's thumb pushes down on the button again, his hand coming up and grabbing your chin to drag your eyes to meet his.

"Don't make me ask you again." He says, voice so hard and cold it makes your thighs tremble.

You shake your head and Steve smiles.

"Didn't think so. What did you think would happen, then? Thought it'd make me fuck you."

You nod weakly earning a cruel laugh.

"You thought you were worthy of riding my cock?"

"No... no I didn't I just..." You stammer.

"Speak up."

"I just needed to feel you fuck me Steve, I'm sorry, I don't deserve your cock." You whine, body starting to tense again as the tone of Steve's voice starts to push you towards a second high.

"That's right, you don't, but it seems like you still need it."

"I do Steve, I do." You shriek, legs trembling as you try to hold yourself up against the shelves.

"Well if that's what you want." He says, smirking as he watches you cum, slipping his hand back into your underwear and rubbing your clit as the vibrator rumbles relentlessly, making you cum again just as the first orgasm starts to ease off. "I'm going to make you work for it."

Your knuckles are white, fingers curled tightly around the shelves to hold yourself up. Steve has barely even touched you and you're fucked out already, but that just makes you want him even more. Steve roughly tugs at your underwear, pulling them down between your knees. With a kick at your ankle he shifts your legs apart. Bracing himself by lifting one arm up beside your head and gripping the shelves, his bicep tensing beside you, he moves his other arm in a swift underhanded arc and lands a stinging smack directly between your legs, making you howl.

"You like that, baby?" He asks, landing another. "Like it when I punish your cunt?"

You nod weakly, lurching forward as he spanks you again. You can feel your vulva, swollen and still smeared with slick, pulsing between blows. Steve would stop in an instant if you asked him to, hold you in his arms and kiss you better, but you don't want that. The pain feels too good. You're desperate for him to make you cum again, and to keep making you cum until you can't even stand up. You want him to make you cry.

A few more harsh smacks have your head spinning. Steve grabs your hips and flips you around. Pulling your underwear halfway back up your thighs you hear him undoing his belt behind you. Even with your skin stinging you can feel yourself tightening at the thought of him fucking you. Shoving his jeans down around his knees he lines himself up with you, the tip of his cock pushing up into your sensitive folds and teasing the outside of your hole. You can't stand another second without feeling him inside you.

"I need you, Steve." You mumble. "I need you to fuck me now. Please."

"Oh don't worry about that, baby." Steve pushes half way into you, leaning forward and bunching the front of your underwear in his fist so that he can pull it up against you. "I'm going to fuck you until you can't even say my name."

The vibrator is placed tightly between the two of you, the length of it pressed against the underside of Steve's cock and the tip pushing up into your clit. Steve bucks his hips into you and switches it on, groaning in your ear as you shriek at the sensation.

"Fuck that little thing feels good. I can see why you like it so much."

"It hurts, Steve." You whine.

You feel his hand slide over yours, the pace of his hips slowing a little in case you signal to him to stop.

"You like it?" He whispers.

"I love it, Steve!" You scream, body tensing as his hips kick up again, pounding into you.

"Thought you would." He sneers. "Surprised how tight you feel considering how much you liked to get fucked like this. You know why that is, don't you?"

You groan and nod, burning pain and pleasure blending into each other and producing and overwhelming sensation that makes your whole body weak. Steve grips at your hair and tugs your head back, still jackhammering into you relentlessly,

"I didn't hear you."

"You-you're so big, Steve." You manage to choke out between rough groans.

Steve's hand tightens in your hair.

"What was that?"

"You're huge, Steve!" Tears prick at your eyes as Steve's hips hammer into yours. "You're so big, I can barely take it."

"That's right, baby, and you love it anyway."

"Fuck me harder please, Steve. I want you to ruin me!" Tears spill over onto your cheeks as an orgasm rips your body.

Steve's hands on your hips are all that's keeping you upright anymore. Your brain starts to cloud, euphoria burning through your body and making you squeal. The only thing keeping your pleasure addled brain from fogging over entirely is the still tantalising though of Steve's cum filling you up and spilling out of you. As if on cue Steve's body starts to tense against you, cock swelling and hot cum sprays into you. Your body collapses against his and you feel two large arms wrap around your ribcage and lower your to the ground.

Steve switches the vibrator off and carefully pulls your underwear off, slipping them into his pocket. Scrabbling through a shelf of cleaning products Steve finds some clean clothes and helps shift you to sit on them, moving your skirt so you don't get it stained.

"Don't worry, sweet thing." He whispers, stroking your face. "We'll get you all cleaned up, just catch your breath first, alright."

You look up at him with a weak smile, head still spinning. He moves beside you and sits down, pulling you in close to him and stroking your hair. You melt into his arms, lying limply against him as they tighten around you.

"I hope that was alright." He says, stammering a little. "I mean... I just hope it wasn't too much."

There was something so endearing about how bashful Steve always got after being dominant. The way his cheeks always flushed pink, and his words got tangled as he tried to make sure you had everything you needed. How quickly his harsh demeanor vanishes that soft, sweet boy reappears just in time to gd you tight, makes you feel so incredibly safe.

"It was perfect, Steve." You murmer breathlessly, before looking down and letting out a weak laugh, "I've got no underwear."

Steve laughs too, before lifting you carefully to your feet and leading you to the employee bathroom. He cleans you up, each movement so careful as to not overstimulate you any further. When he's done he steps out of his jeans and pulls his boxers off, letting you lean on his shoulder so that you can step into them, then pulling them up for you and placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

"Won't you be uncomfortable?" You ask as he slips back into his jeans.

Steve smiles and cups your face in his hands.

"After everything you did in there I think it's the least I can do."

You smile, blushing a little as you stare into those deep brown eyes.

"Besides," he says playfully, "I'm sure I'll get them off you again when we get home."

#went wild for this one lads soz #answered #writing requests #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #dom!steve #steve harrington smut #stranger things fan ficton #jerryhorneskink

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just thinking about steve finding out he likes his hair pulled 🫶

Ugh yessssss absolutely, thank you, please enjoy

551 words

18+ only

Smut

Steve Harrington x Gender Neutral Reader

Tags: dom/sub; dom!reader; sub!steve; hair pulling; new kink; explicit consent; rough sex; penetrative sex; pet names; slut (steve); oral sex

For as long as you'd known him Steve had always been very clear about his hair. He liked it one way, and one way only. The style he wore was a complex mystery to you, messy and casual in a way that was meticulously planned down to the individual strands. He had never liked it being touched. Even if you were kissing he would pull away from you and tell you to watch it, with a giggly attempt to make a serious face that always made you laugh. Even though he joked about it you knew it really mattered to him, and you did your best to respect that, never letting your fingers wander farther than the nape of his neck.

That was until one night when you saw a sudden change in him. You had been playing particularly rough, dragging your fingers harshly down his skin and spanking his thighs as you fucked him. Lost in the moment, head fogged with lust, you push a hand into his hair and grip firmly for a second. The realisation hits you like a freight train and you let you immediately, pulling your hand away quickly,

"I'm sorry, I-"

"Harder." Steve whines.

"What?"

"Pull harder."

Sliding your fingers back into his hair you hold them gently against his head for a second, trying to gauge his reaction, unsure if this was what he means. Steve's hand flies up and catches yours, squeezing gently to ball your hand into a fist around his hair. Gaining confidence you squeeze his hair in your hand, keeping your knuckles pressed firmly against his skull. Steve groans, long and low. The sound of him thrills you. Your hips slam into him a little harder, keeping your grip on his hair you let the harsh tone in your voice rematerialise,

"God, Harrington, you like that, huh? Like it when I mess your pretty hair up?"

You tug again and Steve moans even louder.

"Begging for it harder like a little slut. Maybe you want this harder too."

Clinging to his hair you roll your hips harshly into his. You can feel his thighs starting to tense next you yours. Moving your fingers around you ruffle his hair and then grip again further back on his head,

"God your hair looks good like that, Harrington." You mumble, nearly out of breath from the exertion of fucking him so hard.

Tugging sharply to pull his head back, forcing him to crane his neck. The second you do a loud, profane cry bursts from Steve's lips as he cums, hard. His whole body lurches and twitches dramatically, his muscles spasming as the passion spills from his body.

Lying beside Steve you give him a chance to catch his breath. He is totally motionless, flat on his back, staring at the ceiling with a euphoric smile plastered across his face.

"Did you like that?" You say with a soft laugh.

Steve flashes his eyes up at you, nodding and grinning.

"Well that's good to know..."

Gently grabbing his torso you roll him on top of you then slowly push him downwards until he's lying eye level with your crotch. Tangling your fingers in his hair you pull his head up to lock eyes with him.

"... It'll give me something to hold on to."

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Day Three - Orgasm Denial

738 words

18+ only

Smut

Steve Harrington x Gender Neutral Reader

Tags: dom/sub; dom!reader; sub!steve; edging; orgasm control; orgasm denial; sex toys; flesh light; blowjobs; ball play; teasing; pet names; baby (steve); pretty boy (steve); good boy (steve); explicit language; implied cum eating

Steve's body trembles under your touch as your fingers just barely brush over his thighs. He's seated on a wooden dining chair, his wrists tied together behind his back and his ankles strapped to the legs. His cock twitches slightly, swollen tip dripping with precum. Between his legs his balls have contracted tightly against his body. You've brought him close to the edge a few times now. Four, maybe even five times you've not let him cum, you've lost count (although you're sure Steve knows exactly how many times you've denied him this release).

"You're being such a good boy, Steve." You purr.

Steve looks up at you, eyes wide and pleading. Little flecks of green in his irises glint under the soft light. He looks so precious, you're almost tempted to let him cum just to see how pretty he looks when he does, but you're not done with him yet.

Kneeling down you part his legs a little more and sit between them. Steve groans through gritted teeth as you run your tongue up the underside of his cock at an achingly slow pace. Reaching the head you run your tongue in circles around his tip, lapping up the precum as it dribbles out of him. Your fingers reach up and trace along the underside of his balls, which have started to relax slightly, savouring the way they feel as they react to your touch.

"That feel good, baby?"

Steve can't reply. His head is rolled back, eyes squeezed shut as his jaw clenches tightly. He knows better than to let himself cum without your permission, but that doesn't make it any easier to fight the sensation of your tongue against his dick. He's so sensitive now even the slightest touches are about to push him over the edge.

"What's the matter, pretty boy? Need something to fuck?"

Steve nods as best he can as his body tenses and shivers, muscles clenching as you gently squeeze his balls. You get up for a second and go to the cupboard, returning to Steve's side brandishing a flesh light. Pulling the plastic cap of you spit in the silicone hole and fuck it with your fingers a few times to slick the inside.

"Now this is brand new, understand?" You say firmly. "I don't want it getting all messy with your cum."

Steve whines but doesn't protest any further than that. He gasps as you push the toy over his cock and start to pump it in long agonising strokes. Your free hand flies to Steve's hip, pushing him back into the chair as he makes an attempt to thrust up into the toy. The feeling of his body tensing under your hand makes your blood rush. Pumping the toy a little faster you admire the minute movements of Steve's face. The way his eyes stare desperately at the ceiling trying to focus on anything except the warm, tight feeling of the toy sliding over his aching cock. The way that he bites his lip every so often in a vain attempt to catch a whine in his teeth. The way that his whole face flashes with pleasure as you pull him so close to finishing you can almost feel it yourself.

Steve takes a couple of sudden sharp breaths, a look of sudden horror appearing on his face as the building orgasm momentarily steals his ability to speak.

"Gonna cum!" He shouts urgently, words just barely audible through ragged breaths.

You pull the toy away quickly and watch as Steve's body tenses and shivers as a dry orgasm races through him. He howls loudly, profanity spilling from his lips as the sensation shakes through him. He flops forward slightly, panting heavily as he tries to catch his breath. You grab his hair and tug his head up so he's looking at you.

"What a good boy." You get back on to your knees, smoothing your hands over his thighs. "I told you it would be worth it, didn't I? Now maybe you deserve the real thing."

You lean forward, taking Steve's cock in your mouth and moaning around him as you draw it back into your throat. The sound of Steve's heavy groans drowns you out. Your head bobs hungrily in his lap, anticipating the feeling of him spilling into your mouth. If you're going to make him cum, you don't plan to waste a single drop.

#this is barely proof read #cause im sick as a dawg #so forgive me if its not my best work hahaha #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #sub!steve #stranger things fan ficton #gender neutral reader #jerryhorneskink #kinktober 2022

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Day Nineteen - Cum Marking (ft. Day Nineteen - Choking)

351 words

18+ only

Smut

Steve Harrington x Gender Neutral Reader

Tags: dom/sub; dom!steve; possessive!steve; sub!reader; pet play; collaring; breath play; choking; ownership; penetrative sex; unprotected sex; unsafe sex; cum marking; name calling; slut (reader); rough sex; mild size kink

Your whole body aches from how hard Steve is pummelling against you, thick cock stretching you out and making you whine. Steve's hand flies down and spanks your ass making you shout.

"Can't keep your mouth shut can you?" He sneers. "Acting like a little slut all day but here you are, hanging off the end of my fat cock. Right where you belong."

You do your best to nod, too lost in the feeling of Steve fucking you wider and wider to be able to answer out loud.

"Just who do you think you are parading yourself around town like that? You're mine, understand?"

His hips crash into yours again knocking the air out of your lungs before you can speak. You feel Steve reach down beside you and grab the end of the long leash he has attached to your little leather collar. Wrapping the end around his hand he pulls it taught, slowly cutting off your air supply as the collar tightens against your throat.

"I'll ask you again. Do you understand?"

His other hand is still clamped firmly to your hip to support him as he continues to fuck you relentlessly. The lack of oxygen is making your head spin a little, heightening the feeling of Steve's cock pumping in and out of your hole. Starting to feel dizzy you manage to choke out a quiet "uh-huh" which seems good enough for Steve, who let's the leash fall slack in his hand. The air races back into your lungs giving you an instant head rush. Your eyes start to cross, knees weakening as your body succumbs to the intense sensation.

"I've got nothing to worry about." Steve pants, fucking you deeper and making you moan his name. "Everyone in Hawkins is gonna know you're mine."

Steve pushes himself into you right up to the base of his cock. His body shivers as he cums deep inside of you, filling you up with heat. He tugs at the leash again, pulling your head back forcefully so that he get brush his lips against your ear.

"I own you."

#sorry for another doubled up one #ive been so tired #and id rather do less and still have fun than burn myself out #anyway heres more steve being mean #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #gender neutral reader #dom!steve #kinktober 2022 #jerryhorneskink

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Kinktober Catch Up - Cockwarming

1135 words

18+ only

Smut, comfort

Steve Harrington x Gender Neutral Reader

Tags: dom/sub; dom!reader; sub!steve; soft dom; cockwarming; established relationship; love; comfort sex; body writing; praise; needy steve; pet names; sweet boy (steve); baby (steve); mild somno; fluff; comfort; crying (happy tears)

Request for @webefire <3 <3 <3

"What's wrong, baby?" You ask softly, stroking Steve's hair as he clings tightly to your torso.

"Dunno." Comes the muffled reply from your ribcage. "Need attention."

Squeezing him back you smile down at the top of his head. He huffs heavily as you squeeze the air out of his lungs with the force of your hug. He wriggles in your arms, whining softly,

"I want to be close to you."

"You are close to me." You say, laughing softly and squeezing him again.

Steve's face reappears, crumpled into a moody scowl,

"Closer!"

It takes a bit of time to get Steve laid out on the bed. With each layer of clothing you remove from his body he grabs desperately at your arms trying to pull you in to cuddle him again. You litter his face with kisses every now and then, pulling him tightly against your chest and wrapping your arms around him before releasing him again and pulling off another item of clothing. You love it when Steve gets needy like this. He can't get enough of being looked after, and you're beyond grateful that you get to be the one to do it.

Once Steve is completely naked you lay him out on his back and gently stroke his stomach. Taking a bottle of lube from the bedside table you pour some into your palm and warm it between your hands. Slowly but surely you glide your hand over Steve's cock, gently smoothing the lube up and down the length of it and feeling it swell in your hand. Steve lies still, whimpering softly as his cock hardens under your touch.

You undress as quickly as you can to avoid Steve getting wriggly. Climbing back onto the bed you smooth your hands up Steve's torso, bending over him so that you can feel his cock brushing against you. Taking his face in your hands you kiss him softly and smile down at him.

"You ready, sweet boy?"

Steve nods sleepily, fingers still grasping at your arms.

Moving back you reach into the bedside drawer and quickly rummage around, grabbing a sharpie and a little pack of alcohol wipes. You toss the wipes down onto the mattress just within yous reach and clutch the sharpie between your teeth. Throwing a leg over his legs you begin to slowly lower yourself onto Steve's dick. You take your time, sliding down on his length little by little, gently stretching yourself out around him. Steve groans softly but stays still until your are sitting with your body neatly pressed down on his. Steve's hands reach forward and he rests the tips of his fingers on your knees, which straddle his hips.

Taking the sharpie from your mouth you pull the lid off and push it onto the back of the pen. Steve's eyes flutter closed as you trace your fingertips over his hip bones with your other hand. You clench gently around him earning a soft moan,

"Can you feel me, baby?"

Steve nods again, eyes slowly opening revealing the little flecks of green in his irises that sparkle in the light.

You lean forward, careful not to excite Steve too much as you do. Placing the tip of the pen against his chest, just under his collarbone, you behin to write. As you do you read your work aloud for him.

You are the sweetest, prettiest, strongest, and bravest person I have ever known. I am extremely lucky to be able to call you mine. Every inch of your body is more beautiful than any words could ever describe. There isn't enough space on the canvas of your entire body for me to write all the things I love about you.

Dear Steve,

You are more important to everyone around you than I think you could ever really know. You are so loved, and you deserve to be.

Pushing the sharpie down into his skin you finish off the letter by filling in a freckle at the bottom of Steve's stomach as a full stop. Finally you sign your name neatly along the slope of his hip bone.

Someone so sweet and patient and caring deserves to have everything they have every dreamed of, but more than anything in the world I hope that one day you can learn to love yourself as much as I do.

Looking up at Steve as you finish you can see tears spilling down his cheeks. The tips of his fingers paw at your knees and he smiles a sweet, wobbly smile that makes your heart melt. You squeeze your calves around him and gently stroke his stomach with your hands. As you slowly run your fingers over his skin you look at your work. Half of the letter is barely even legible in the mass of thick black hair on Steve's chest, but it doesn't matter, he already knows what you wanted to say.

The pair of you sit still for a while, body's cradled together as you stroke his stomach. After a while you can see that Steve is starting to get sleepy. Lifting the packet of alcohol wipes you pull one out and hold it up in front of him. He smiles, nodding and patting his stomach.

It doesn't take long for Steve's eyes to start drooping shut. You can feel him starting to soften inside you. You work slowly, rubbing the wipe in little circles to lift the ink from Steve's skin. You start at the top, working your way along each word letter by letter, carefully moving clean sections of the wipe onto your fingertip until the whole thing is black with ink. Pulling out another wipe, watching as the ink dissolves under the fabric. By the time you reach his belly button Steve's head rolls off to the side, tiny snores escaping with each sleepy breath. You keep working, even more gently than before so that you don't wake him up, cleaning away as much of the ink as you can. A faint shadow of your praise still covers his stomach, which rises and falls gently with each long deep breath. When you reach your signature you stop and smile. Running your thumb over it, looking up at Steve and smiling,

"You're mine, Harrington." You whisper under your breath.

You leave the name there to remind him of that when he wakes up. Carefully lifting your leg you climb off him, letting him slip out of you. You grab a spare blanket from the wardrobe and throw it over him, then clamber in beside him and pulling him into you. He rolls onto his side and curls into a little ball, letting you wrap yourself around him and hold onto him tightly as the two of you fade of into a warm, safe sleep.

#i just love him when hes soft #i want to look after him #i re re watched s1 with my pals #and we watched the last episode today #and i just need him to be cared for #steve harrington #stranger things #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #jerryhorneskink

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Only a week remains so some sub!steve head canons for you

- he absolutely adores when you call him pet names, faves include: slut, baby, princess, rich boy, Harrington, and (ofc) pretty boy

- being punished turns him on and it's the number 1 reason he's such a brat all the time

- being made to eat his own cum (especially if you make him eat it out of you after he finishes) makes steve fucking feral

- it takes him a long time to admit it but steve really loves being humiliated, in particular being shown you're stronger than him, or being made to watch you play with yourself because he's not good enough to make you cum (even though he REALLY is)

- orgasm control, no explanation needed

- steve loves to dress up for you and, as much as he likes it rough sometimes, being praised for how insanely pretty he is drives him absolutely wild

- he acts like a slut because he wants to be treated like one

- no matter how bratty of a mood he's in he just completely melts any time you eat his ass (the messier the better)

I could write 100 more of these, please feel free to send any you have to my inbox because I'm honestly wild for sub!steve

#considering also doing some dom!steve ones #because those arms #i know i wont stop going on about them but i stg #theyre driving me insane #stranger things #steve harrington #steve harrington smut #jerryhorneskink #headcanons #ns/fw #sub!steve #gender neutral reader

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😵‍💫😵‍💫 fucking kurt against the wall somewhere public but he wont shut tf up . uhm uhm bonus points for eating him out after reader finishes until he c*mes 😖 p.s i love ur stuff sm

Omg aaaa thank you you're very sweet! Sorry this took a squillion years I never got round to it and once I did it ended up nearly 1000 words longer than I had planned hahaha oops! Hope you enjoy!!

Please read the tags on this one friends!

1557 words

18+ only

Smut

Kurt Kunkle x Gender Neutral Reader

Tags: dom/sub; dom!reader; sub!kurt; dub!con; threat; murder reference; implication of violence; knifeplay; public sex; anonymous sex; unsafe sex; oral sex; rimming; danger of getting caught; spanking

The car rocks as it comes to a harsh stop. Kurt's knuckles are white against the steering wheel, he's hunched over it, his body totally still. You're sitting in the back watching over his shoulder. For the first time tonight you're starting to feel the nerves fluttering in your stomach, a tiny voice inside you wonders if this might have been a bad idea. But it's too late for that now. Kurt's door opens suddenly and he climbs out, running round the outside of the car to your passenger door. He tugs it open roughly and stares in at you.

"Get out." He instructs.

The slight wobble in his voice as he nervously looks around reminds you why you're here. You do as he says, giving a quick wink to one of the cameras as you duck your head out. Kurt is standing by the car, eyes still darting around in case any one lurking along the back road he's stopped on. You get the sense doesn't know this part of the city as well as he thinks. A block of apartments backs onto the street right where he's parked, and a little way up the road a flimsy wooden fence separates the alley from a beer garden, even from where you're standing you can hear the music in the distance, but Kurt doesn't seem to take it in. Maybe he's just getting sloppy.

Kurt gets you to stand with your back up against the wall of the apartment block. He slips something out of his pocket and holds it behind his back, then fumbles trying to get his phone out and unlock in his other hand. Holding it up in front of his face he grins into the camera,

"Hey guys, fourth ride of the night, but we're only just getting started so don't forget to share this, hashtag the lesson."

He looks up at you, a wild smile on his face. He pulls his hand out from behind his back, revealing the switchblade that's squeezed tightly in his fist.

"Oh, this one's gonna be good." He says, laughing brightly as he does so.

He takes a step towards you, you spot a slight flash of uncertainty on his face as you stand, unphased, staring steadily back at him.

"A knife? Really? I'd expected something a little more creative." You say, cocking your head slightly.

Kurt stops in his tracks.

"I- wha-?"

"It's just not very on brand, that's all. And I'd have thought that a cohesive brand would be a key part of the lesson."

"H- how do you-?"

"And this location, bit risky for this early in the night isn't it? I mean you can literally hear the people outside that bar talking from here. Maybe start risk taking a little later on, sure, but you've got to work up to it right?"

Kurt stands in stunned silence, his eyes flash down at his phone for a second before he locks the screen and shoves it back in his pocket. His face crumples into a scowl as he looks back up at you.

"Well I'm- I'm still going to- Hey!" He cries as you snatch the knife from his hand.

You're a little surprised how easy it is to get it away from him, he barely even struggles against you when you grab his wrist. You're taken aback somewhat by how excited that makes you. Kurt whines, grabbing for the knife. You lean back, holding it high above your head so that he can't reach it. His chest presses against yours as he tries to reach up the length of your arm to grab it. You can feel is cock pressing hard against his jeans as he unintentionally grinds against your thigh.

"Oh my god." You say with a wide grin. "You like this, don't you?"

Kurt pulls away from you immediately, his face flushing a deep red colour.

"No!" He protests, unconvincingly.

"Well, you can have this back then."

Kurt stares at you, cheeks still burning, as you fold the knife over and hold it out for him to take from you. His eyes flash back and forth between your face and the knife in your hand.

Kurt's back is pressed up against the cold stone wall. He moans as your hand pumps steadily over his dick. You go to slip the knife into your pocket but you feel Kurt's hand softly wrap around your wrist. You raise an eyebrow at him and push the button on the handle, flicking out the blade. You hold it against his throat, pressing just enough to let him feel the pressure of the blade. Kurt whines and you feel his cock kick in your hand. His groans are so loud you're fairly certain they'll be audible in the flats a few stories above you. How he thought this would be a good place for a murder is beyond you. He cries out again as you carefully press the knife a little harder, turning the blade a little so it's almost flat against his skin.

"God, you're even more of a little slut than I thought you'd be." You hiss, earning another loud whine. "You want me to make you cum?"

Kurt nods frantically.

"Well then." You slide the blade upwards, holding it so its pressed just under his jawline. "You'd better get on your knees and earn it."

The palms of your hands push forward into the stone wall. Kurt is kneeling between your feet and the wall, his hands resting gently on the back of your thighs. It feels like only moments ago you were standing in the car park of the supermarket, ordering and cancelling spree after spree until you saw his name pop up. The events since then had all seemed to blur into one, it feels as though you're in a dream. The memories of how you got here swirl and melt away in your head as the intense feeling of Kurt's tongue against your skin makes your head swim. You'd thought about this a lot before you came out. A lot. But even then, you really hadn't expected him to be so good with his mouth. His movements are careful, steady, and confident. Its a little hard to believe that the same man, who mere minutes ago was desperately grabbing at you to get back the knife you had snatched from him, was now making your thighs tremble with nothing but his mouth. You grunt heavily, trying your best to keep quiet. You're certainly better at staying quiet than Kurt was, but he's not making it easy. Kurt's tongue moves suddenly in a way you couldn't even describe, all you know is it makes your whole body twitch. Your hips buck into his face and a noisy groan slips out from between your gritted teeth. Feeling your reaction, Kurt does it again, and almost without warning you cum. Its so sudden it overwhelms you a little, your whole body shaking as you twitch under Kurt's lips. Your head drops, wiped out by the force of your orgasm, and you stare down at him. Kurt beams up at you, mouth glistening, obviously pleased with his work.

"Now that's just not fair." You pant, voice still wobbling slightly. "I didn't even gey close to that tight little hole of yours."

Kurt's voice echoes off the walls of the alleyway as your tongue rolls inside him. You firmly smack his ass in the vein hope he'll get the message to shut up, but it has the opposite effect. Kurt howls, his thighs trembling as your tongue dips into his hole again. As much as you know Kurt can't afford to get caught (the lesson getting cut short by an indecent exposure charge would be more than you could bear), but you can't help yourself. His moans are loud, sure, but it's so fucking hot. You spank him again, harder this time, earning a whimpered plea for more. You let the movements of your tongue get messy, lapping hungrily at his hole and savouring the sound of his moans. Kurt's whole body is twitching, every muscle convulsing uncontrollably as your tongue works over him. With one final sudden shout, Kurt tenses and sprays the cold stone wall with cum. Pulling your head away, you look up at him, his back rises and falls rapidly as he tries to catch his breath.

"Good boy."

Kurt offers you a ride home but you think it's probably best that you walk, you don't want to waste any more of his time. Before he sets off you lean in the window of the car and hold your phone up to him. His face lights up as he looks to see your twitter, with a link to his stream hashtagged "TheLesson". You don't bother to tell him how few followers you have, the gesture by itself seems to be enough. You wait until the car's out of sight before you start walking home. Despite everything its probably still better he doesn't know where you live. Slipping your headphones into your ears you pull out your phone and open livefly. He's already live again, a big goofy smile spread over his face which fills up the entire screen. A warm heat creeps into your cheeks when you catch yourself smiling back.

#answered #writing requests #spree #spree 2020 #kurt kunkle #dubcon cw #jerryhorneskink

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Day Seventeen - Cock Worship

673 words

18+ only

Steve Harrington x Gender Neutral Reader

Tags: dom/sub; dom!steve; sub!reader;ean!steve; cock worship; degredation; touch starved reader; touch denial; size kink; masturbation; mild forniphilia; explicit language; pet names; baby (reader)

Steve's fingers tense around your shoulders as he pushes you firmly down onto your knees. Without being asked you fold your hands obediently in your lap, staring up at him and awaiting his instructions. He's laughing, the sound of his voice cold and cruel. Your body is aching with how badly you want him to touch you, you can feel your blood throbbing under your skin. Steve stands up from the couch for a moment, dropping his boxers to the floor and kicking them away before sitting back down infront of you. He spreads his legs and let's you get a good look.

His balls are nestled comfortably between his hairy thighs, resting on the fabric of the couch and providing a perfect cushion for his thick, hard cock. Steve wraps his fist around it, pumping slowly up and down a few times, just enough to pull his foreskin back enough to reveal his sticky, red tip. The sight of it makes you salivate. Slyly moving your hand you make an attempt to touch yourself just slightly, barely even enough to tease yourself, but you're so desperate that would be enough. Steve catches you and slaps your hand away.

"Ah ah ah." He chides. "Sit on your hands."

You open your mouth to protest but a stern look from Steve shuts you up and you begrudgingly do as you're told.

"Is this what you want?" He asks, flashing his eyes down to his crotch.

"So much, Steve."

Steve's lips curl up as he watched the way you wiggle your hips ever so slightly in a pathetic attempt to get some relief.

"Where do you want it?" He sneers.

"Anywhere! My mouth, my hole, I don't care, I just need to feel it inside me. It's so pretty and so..." You stop yourself for a second, your body tensing as your eyes trace over his length. "So big."

Steve smirks.

"You want me to fuck your little hole? Seems a little tight."

"You could stretch it out Steve, ruin me with your big beautiful dick. Fuck me so deep I can taste your cock!"

"Why should I?"

You freeze, uncertain of how to answer. Your silence only makes Steve smile wider.

"What, you thought I'd just fuck you? Pathetic. What makes you think you're worthy of my cock?"

"I'm not, Steve, I'm sorry I didn't mean that. It's just so pretty... I wasn't thinking straight. I don't deserve your cock... but I need it."

"Poor baby," Steve coos. "Always wanting what you can't have, huh?"

Placing his fingers under your chin he tilts your head back, drawing your eyes up to meet his. He holds up his other hand and gives you a playful wave.

"Tell you what," he says signalling to his hand. "I'll let you pretend this is you."

Steve's hand wraps around his dick once more, drawing long strokes over his length as he moans performatively. Your skin burns as you watch him. The sight of what you're being denied makes tears prick the corner of your eyes. You're so desperate for Steve's cock you could scream, and he knows it. Seconds tick by like hours as he lovingly fucks his hand. Precum dribbles from his tip and makes your stomach tighten.

"I'll do anything, Steve." You whimper eventually. "Just a taste... please."

Steve grins, neck tensing as he works his hand over himself.

"Open up." He instructs. "But no touching."

Stands up slightly, positioning himself so he can shoot right into your mouth, but careful not to let his cock brush your lips even slightly. He doesn't want to give you the satisfaction. When he cums it sprays onto your tongue in a long rope. He wipes his tip clean with his fingers, not even giving you the satisfaction of lapping it up.

"I need a bit of time to recuperate." He says, pushing your face down into the floor and resting his feet on your back like a foot stool. "Maybe then I'll let you touch it, we'll see."

#i bet it would be so pretty though #somehow even prettier when hes being mean #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #dom!steve #gender neutral reader #kinktober 2022 #jerryhorneskink

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Day Ten - Piercing Kink

1133 words

18+ only

Smut, mild fluff

Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington x Gender Neutral Reader

Tags: dom/sub; dom!eddie; sub!reader; sub;steve; pet play (cows); ownership; collaring mention; softdom!eddie; piercing; needled; mild pain; watering eyes; some fluff; some comfort; pet names; baby (reader); Stevie (steve); sweetie (steve); good boy (steve); princess (steve)

"Nearly ready! You guys excited?"

Eddie's eyes sparkle with excitement as he carefully lays out his tools on the little table he's set up in Steve's living room. Moving his finger through the air he mutters a list to himself as he checks that he has everything.

"Alright, I think we're good to go." He beams at you, patting the seat in front of him for you to come and sit down. "You want Stevie to hold your hand?"

You look up at Steve and then back to Eddie. You nod sheepishly, a little embarrassed by how nervous you are. It hadn't hit you until now, after all this had partially been your idea. Eddie had wanted to get collars for you and Steve, an idea you both loved, but you were both a bit apprehensive about wearing them out in a little town like Hawkins. Eddie had been training to be a piercer for a few months now and immediately fell in love with the idea, insisting he should be the one to do them.

"Hey, don't worry about it okay?" Eddie says softly.

You feel a soft squeeze around your fingers as Steve's hand slips around yours. You squeeze back, appreciative of how gentle they're both being.

Eddie unwraps his needle and gets your jewellery ready.

"Now, do you know why it is bulls wear rings?" He asks, raising the needle just under your nose and lining it up to make sure it's straight.

"No?"

"It's the safest way to move them around. It's basically a big handle farmers can use to drag them around."

Your eyes water as Eddie pushes the needle through your septum. Your nose crinkles involuntarily, eyes blinking rapidly as they fill with tears. Your grip closes tightly around Steve's hand and you feel his other hand appear gently on your thigh. Once your face settles Eddie holds your face still and sets to sliding the ring into your nose.

"See, I couldn't help thinking, what a good idea what would be for little brats who can't be trusted to behave." Eddie continues. "Deep breath in for me, baby."

You breath in slowly, keeping your head as still as you can as Eddie pulls the needle out and carefully bends and spins the ring to get it to sit right.

"There we go, that wasn't so bad was it?"

Lifting a small packet from the table Eddie pulls out a tiny silver chain with a trigger clip on the end.

"Now just imagine how good this will be once that's healed." He clips the chain to the ring in your nose and holds it up so its in your eyeline, careful not to pull it taut. "Hopefully this means I can get you under control a little easier."

You smile at him, feeling warmth creep into your cheeks as he smiles back at you. He passes you a mirror, turning back to his table to grab a cotton bud. You admire your new jewellery in the mirror, unable to stop yourself from picturing Eddie tugging at the long chain to keep you in line.

"I love it." You say softly.

Eddie grins, leaning back and admiring his work. Unclipping the chain he puts it to the side, then gently cleans your wound with some alcohol on the end of the cotton bud.

"All done!"

Eddie slips off his gloves and drops them into a bag by his feet.

"Okay princess, your turn."

Steve takes your place on the little stool and you move over beside Eddie.

"Are you sure about this?" He asks, raising an eyebrow at Eddie.

"Oh come on, Stevie! What, you don't trust me? I'm a professional."

"Not yet you're not."

"I've practically got my license, this time next week I'll be fully qualified."

"You seemed pretty happy for me to get one." You say raising your eyebrows at him.

"Yeah but I mean, if yours goes wrong it's hidden in there, I mean my ears..."

"It's not going to go wrong." Eddie interjects confidently. "Come on, princess, don't you want to join Eddie's herd?"

Steve blushes, his stern look melting into a smile. How could he refuse an offer like that.

"Fine." He says, spinning around and tucking his hair behind his ear.

"That's the spirit." Says Eddie.

Cleaning his hands he puts on a fresh pair of gloves then looks up at you with a smile,

"You want to help?"

You nod. Eddie gets you to hold your hands out and squeezes some hand sanitizer into them. Once your hands are clean he passes you the box of gloves and gets you to put some on.

"Okay, come here." He says once you're ready. "Alright so first I'm gonna take this ink and just... like that, see? So we know where we want it. Then we open up the needle... and it just takes a little push so deep breath in Steve..... and.... out. That's it, good boy."

Eddie reaches for your hand, gently guiding it up to the needle through Steve's ear,

"Okay, now see this little plastic part here? Grab just behind that for me and pull that away... perfect! Okay now pull this through for me, gently okay? That's it. Perfect. Now I'm gonna just break off this part... and get this little ball here... and there we go!"

Eddie gently moves Steve's ear so you can see both sides of the new piercing.

"Now usually we'd be done here, but, I've got something a bit special to add."

Lifting another small packet from the table Eddie opens it and tips the contents out into his hand. He holds it up so you can both see it. It's a tiny, yellow cattle ticket, small enough Steve would be able to easily hide it under his hair. In small print across the centre it reads:

Property of E. Munson

Indiana, USA

Eddie slots the top of it onto the back of the helix bar, taking a set of miniature crimps and firmly stapling it closed with a plastic button. Taking another cotton bud he carfeully cleans around Steve's jewellery, taking extra care to get between the tag and Steve's ear. Leaning back he peels his gloves off and beams as he admires the way it looks on Steve's ear.

"Now don't you two look sweet?"

Eddie fires his gloves into the bag at his feet once again and shifts his body out of the way so that you can do the same. Eddie pulls you onto his lap, wrapping his arms around you and kissing your ear as you both watch Steve get up to admire himself in better light.

"Isn't he pretty?" Eddie whispers, lips brushing softly against your ear. "Maybe you'd like to help me milk him later."

#idk why i find this idea so cute #i wanted this to be soft #although the end is a lil rude #steddie #steddie x reader #steve harrington x eddie munson x reader #gender neutral reader #dom!eddie #sub!steve #jerryhorneskink #kinktober 2022

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Day Seven - Cream Pie

430 words

18+ only

Smut

Steve Harrington x Gender Neutral Reader

Tags: anal sex; penetrative sex; unprotected sex; cum shot; cream pie; excessive cum; rimming; cum eating; spit; gaping; pet names; whore (reader); explicit language

As a warning this one's a bit gross so maybe avoid if you're squeamish (but cum lovers, fill your boots)

The bed creaks as Steve's hips slam repeatedly against yours. Your knuckles are white, sheets gathered tightly in your fists as Steve's cock stretches your ass and makes you howl with pleasure. His fingertips press into your hips, gripping growing tighter as he pulls himself closer.

"Fuck, your hole feels good." Steve grunts. "And it'll feel even better when I pump you full of my cum."

You whine at the thought.

"God you can't wait can you? Just a whore for my cum."

"I am Steve, I love it!"

You can feel his cock starting to swell inside you, your eyes roll back in your head as he pushes himself all the way into the base so that you can feel his balls contracting against you. You let out a heavy groan as Steve's body pulses, his muscles twitching as he spills into your body.

"That feel good?" He asks, voice a little shaky with the force of his orgasm.

You can barely even speak, so drunk on Steve's cock your thoughts swirl around in your head like smoke. Failing to grab a hold of them you settle for making a muffled sound of approval into the bed sheets. Steve's fingers are still digging into your hips. Holding you still he pumps his hips a little more, pushing his cum out of you and onto his dick. You can hear him grunting heavily behind you as he slowly fucks your sloppy hole. The wet sound of your ass, filled to the brim with his cock and his cum, is enough to push Steve forward despite the way his body shrieks for him to stop, overstimulation making his nails dig into your skin.

Once he finally can't take anymore he pulls away from you, a long rope of cum stretching between your bodies as he does. He admires you for a few seconds, a little impressed with himself at the sheer amount of cum that's still dripping enticing from your wide, fucked-out hole. Before you can move you feel Steve's hands on your ass, his fingertips pressing hard into the tops of your thighs and his thumbs pulling at your cheeks and parting your already gaped hole even wider.

"Let's get you cleaned up." Steve whispers.

You open your mouth to reply but cut yourself off with a long moan as Steve's tongue glides expertly over your cum soaked hole. Steve's appetite is insatiable. He's messy, tongue lips and nose all soaked in spit and cum as he hungrily searches your hole until your hole body is trembling under his touch.

#i love it when hes gross #steve harrington #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader #jerryhorneskink #kinktober 2022

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can i please have a steve x fem!reader were he’s a submissive pillow princess and lets the reader take care of him however they want, if you could, can you add some overstimulation and edging if that’s okay ^-^

Hi! I missed you saying fem!reader in this my bad, so I've written this gender neutral I hope that's okay!! I've done a wee mix of needy and bratty Steve because I love both and couldn't pick!

1064 words

18+ only

Smut

Steve Harrington x Gender Neutral Reader

Tags: dom/sub; dom!reader; sub!steve; brat!steve; rimming; anal fingering; handjobs; blowjobs; edging; overstimulation; teasing

There's nothing you like more than looking after Steve. He likes it when you fawn over him, letting him sprawl out over the bed and just doing whatever comes to your filthy mind. Even when he acts like a brat he's still obedient, only ever daring to be just cheeky enough so that you still smother him with affection.

"You're so needy." You say, lifting his legs and throwing them over your shoulders.

"I am not!" He protests.

Flashing him a cruel smile you tug on his thighs and slide him a little closer to the edge of the bed. Planting your knees you lean in and slowly glide your tongue from his hole to just under his balls. Steve let's out a loud pathetic whine as you do.

"Sure you're not, Harrington." You reply with a smirk. "Nothing wrong with being needy anyway. If you want me to look after you you just have to ask.

Steve cheeks flush a little.

"I... I'd like that."

"Nicely."

Steve eyes trace over your face, you can see him calculating whether it would be worth the punishment to make a snide comment. Biting his lips he locks eyes with you again, wide puppy dog eyes glistening,

"Please."

Hands planted firmly on the underside of his thighs you push them back slightly to raise his hips. Steve takes the hint, pulling his knees up to his chest. He howls as your tongue sinks into his hole, lapping hungrily at him. Just in your eyeline you see his cock twitching as you work over his hole, occasionally letting your tongue slip out to tickle his taint or run along the underside of his balls making him squeal. Steve's breathing is heavy and rough. Listening to the way he moans and shouts as your tongue rolls inside him thrills you. Pushing your tongue in deeper you press against his insides, pushing his hips into the bed as he squeals and bucks. His thighs tense in your hands as you flick your tongue against his rim and then sink in deeply once more.

"More!" He groans desperately as your tongue rolls inside his ass, pleasure fogging his brain and making him forget his manners.

You spank the outside of his thigh and slow down a little as a warning.

"C'mon!" He whines. "That's not fair! I'm so close!"

With another firm smack on his thigh you pull away from him, locking eyes with him as his mouth falls open in horror.

"Ask nicely."

Steve scowls at you.

"Don't be a brat, Harrington."

His swollen, throbbing cock twitches just at the harsh sound of your voice.

"Please." He says in a mocking tone.

You raise an eyebrow at him.

"I said nicely."

Steve's face softens, bottom lip pushing out into a pout, eyes widening and head tilting to look as innocent as possible,

"Please?"

Steve's breath is shaky and uneven as you return your attention to his hole, licking messily at him and humming as you hear him moan. Lifting your hand you wrap it around his cock and start making long steady strokes along it. Steve's stomach tenses under your knuckles as you pump your hand over him. Just above your nose you can feels his balls starting to tighten.

"That feel good, baby?" You say, voice cold as you pull your face away from him and release your grip.

Steve whines, desperately wiggling his hips.

"Oh I'm sorry." A sarcastic smile smears your face, you tilt your head innocently, mimicking his face from earlier, "You want more, baby?"

Steve groans, kicking his legs in the air in lieu of a reply. You take his cock in your hand again and start to pump it roughly, feeling Steve's hips buck up into your fist.

"You want more, baby?" You coo again.

Steve howls louder as your hand speeds up.

"More?"

Sucking on your middle finger you slip it into his already spit-soaked asshole. His body tenses, hips fucking harshly into your fist.

"Like this, huh baby? Is this enough for you? Or do you still want more?"

Steve's balls start to contract again. His whole body squeezes tightly as your thumb drifts up and begins drawing little circles into his taint. The three sensations at once become too much and Steve lurches forward with a yowl as he shoots cum onto his stomach. You stop, hanging over him out of breath. Steve's body collapses, his legs drooping over the end of the bed. He lies still for a second before his entire body twitches as your cheek gently brushes against the side of his hypersensitive cock. You're bent over him, gently lapping his still-warm cum from his stomach. Each time your face brushes the side of his cock you hear his breath hitch.

"What's the matter, baby?" You purr, running your finger up the underside of his shaft to get the last drops of cum, savouring the way he shudders as you do, "I thought you said you wanted more?"

Steve sets his jaw, staring at you sternly. You slide your finger into your mouth and lap up the last few drops,

"Just say the word, Steve. I'll stop whenever you like."

Steve presses his lips together, his body can't take much more, but he's still so drunk on pleasure he can't bear the idea of telling you to stop. His fingers claw desperately at the sheets as your mouth wraps around his half-hard cock. His thighs tense under your hands as you hold onto him tightly, sucking him intently and enjoying the way he howls. You keep going for a minute or so, although to Steve it must feel far longer than that. Each second that passes you can feel every minute twitch in Steve's burning muscles as his body writhes beneath yours. When you finally pull away from him you do so slowly, dragging your tongue up the full length of his shaft before running one last circle around his throbbing tip. Steve's body melts into the mattress. You tower over him, a cruel smile on your face,

"That'll teach you not to act like a brat."

Steve stares up at the ceiling, breathing heavy and ragged, and manages to muster just enough energy to let out a soft, cocky laugh. He rolls his head forward and locks eyes with you,

"Don't act like you don't love it."

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Caging Steve ✨️

499 words

18+ only

Smut

Steve Harrington x Gender Neutral Reader

Tags: dom/sub; dom!reader; sub;steve; chastity cage; phone sex; masturbation; orgasm denial; touch denial; pet names; baby (steve); sweet thing (steve); explicit language

Your finger tangles in the cord of the phone as you lie flat on your stomach on the neatly made hotel bed. As it rings you can feel your heart fluttering inside your chest, excitement building so much you struggle to withhold ecstatic giggles.

"Hello?"

The sound of Steve's voice crackling down the line makes you melt into the mattress it takes you a second to compose yourself, earning another soft "Hello?".

"I thought I'd call and check on you." Your voice is stern and cold, juxtaposing the way you're lying on the bed and kicking your feet like a lovesick teenager.

"What you don't trust me?" He replies. Even over the phone you can hear that smug grin.

"Not one bit, Harrington."

"Well I think you've made pretty sure I'll behave the whole weekend." He says, with a laugh.

You laugh back, slipping your hand into your pocket and gently squeezing the padlock key you hid in there earlier.

"How do I know you're still wearing it?"

There's a pause on the other end of the line, then a light jingling sound as Steve carefully moves the padlock over the metal of the chastity cage.

"Good enough for you?"

"What a good boy." You purr. "It gets me so hot knowing you're wearing that for me."

Rolling over onto your back you breathe heavily into the phone, nestling the handset between your face and shoulder as you unbutton your jeans and push them down around your hips slightly.

"I don't think I can wait until I get home to you, Harrington."

"No?"

You groan performitavely as your hand slips down into your underwear.

"I can't bear it Steve, just the sound of your voice is so.... mmmphh... I've just got to touch myself."

Steve is quiet on the other side of the phone, but you can hear a slight tremour in his breathing as he listens to your sighs.

"Bet you wish you were here don't you, sweet thing? Letting me touch you like this?"

"Yes..." Steve's voice wobbles slightly.

"How's it feel, baby?"

"Tight." Steve replies. "Feels good. Fits just right."

"I picked it just for you." You coo. "I knew you couldn't be trusted home alone. You're mine Harrington, all mine, and you don't get to play without me. Understand?"

Steve mumbles a shaky "mhmm" as your hips buck up into your hand, making you groan long and loud.

"Just you wait until I get home." You whisper in a strained breath, your jaw tightening as your fingers chase a peaking orgasm. "I'm going to fuck you so hard."

"Please..." Steve whines. "I'm all yours, I need you to come home and ruin me."

The pathetic tone of Steve's voice as he begs for your touch pushes you over the edge, your head rushing as your body jerks under your own touch.

"Oh don't you worry, sweet thing." You murmer, head still swimming. "When I'm done with you the only thing you'll remember is my name."

#very very important you all picture steves pretty half-hard cock while reading this #squeezing against the bars of the cage you picked him #for being a brat #anyway in the mood to bully steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #gender neutral reader #jerryhorneskink

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hii do you think you could do a smut one shot of (steve x fem reader) steve being sweet and carful with the reader until they tell him to be more rough and he goes ballistic LOL

I am so so bad at slow burn so Steve goes ballistic pretty quick in this I'll admit lmfao but hoo doggy do I love me some dom!steve so I really loved writing this one 💖

1176 words

18+ only

Smut

Steve Harrington x Female Reader

Tags: dom/sub; dom!steve; sub!reader; brat!reader; switch!steve; reader has vagina; rough sex; face fucking; incapacitation; eating; vaginal fingering; vibrators; mild edging; pet names; baby (steve/reader); brat (reader); offensive language; bondage; collaring reference

Steve's touches are soft and slow. His lips just barely brush over your skin. His arms tense under your fingers as you hold onto him.

"What's the matter, baby?" You whisper softly, pushing him away slightly to see his face.

"Nothing."

He smiles at you, its warm and sweet but unconvincing.

"You seem all worked up."

"Have you looked in the mirror lately? How could I not be. I just..." He traces a finger along your shoulder as if he's hoping to find the answer written there. "I think you're sexy that's all..."

You can feel the heat creeping into your cheeks at the compliment, but notice that Steve's face is burning a hot crimson colour. You smile at him. His hand slips down and he starts to gently rub his fingers over the fabric of your underwear. You can hear him whining a little under his breath as he realises how wet you are.

"You don't have to be gentle with me, you know."

Steve's eyes widen.

"No?" He asks.

You shake your head and smile. Steve grins, grabbing your wrists and pinning them firmly above your head.

"You sure about this, baby?" The uncertainty in his voice has vanished, replaced by a steady almost playful tone.

"Do your worst, Harrington."

Your stomach flips as Steve's fingers roughly push your underwear to the side, his thumb pushing up into your clit and making you whine. He towers over you, pushing your arms down into the mattress with one impressively strong arm. Your back arches as Steve's middle finger slips into you, his thumb still massaging your clit.

"That all you've got?" You do your best to keep your voice steady as Steve's fingers work over you and make your body shudder.

Steve let's out a soft laugh and shakes his head. You throw your head back into the pillows as his ring finger moves to join his middle finger, both curling inside you and making your breath hitch.

"What's got into you?" He asks with a smirk. "Acting like a little brat all of a sudden."

Brat. The word rings in your ears and makes your head spin. It sounds so sweet the way it drips off Steve's tongue. It's rare that Steve's the one to be dominant, and you can't help but grab the chance to coax him into playing rough. You clench around Steve's fingers and moan.

"Don't act like you don't like it." You hiss.

Steve's fingers curl again making you grunt heavily. His thumb against your clit is making your thighs shiver.

"I think you might want to shut your mouth before it gets you into trouble."

"Why don't you shut it for me?"

Steve smiles, there's a cruel glint in his eye and he glares down at you.

"Now that's a good idea."

In an instant Steve has pulled your arms from above your head and pinned them by your sides. He swings his leg over you, pinning your arms against your torso with his knees. Roughly grabbing your hair he tugs your head forward and shoves some extra pillows under your head, forcing you to crane your neck so that his cock is in your eyeline. He moves so quickly you're not even sure at what point he managed to get his underwear off. Steve's hand grips your jaw and roughly pulls your mouth open, his other hand on his cock repositioning himself so that the tip rests on your bottom lip. You can taste him as precum drips into your mouth. He leans forward, pushing his cock into your mouth and planting his hands by the side of your head. You feel a gentle tap against your thigh as he nudges you with his heel. You tap back to signal you're okay.

"Think it's cute to be a brat?"

You make an attempt to reply, mumbling around Steve's dick as he starts to pump his hips.

"What's that, baby? I can't quite hear you."

Even without looking him you can perfectly picture the cocky smile that's spread across his smug face. He grunts roughly, his calves tensing around your body as he fucks your face. Unable to move your head you instead focus on gliding your tongue up and down his length as his hips dip down towards your lips.

"Fuck that feels good." Steve groans.

On either side of your head you feel Steve's fists tightening around the bed sheets as he pushes in deeper. You swallow, bracing yourself to take more of his cock.

"Such a mouthy little brat, aren't you. Not so talkative now though, are we?" Steve moans as your tongue tenses around him. "Still, just you wait, I'll have you making plenty of noise later when I ruin that tight little cunt."

The tone of Steve's voice makes you throb. You'd beg for him right now if you didn't have your mouth full.

His hips keep pumping harshly, jackhammering into your face, his moans growing louder as he fucks into you. As his balls bounce against your chin you can feel them starting to contract. His cock twitches and swells in your mouth. You groan desperately, clenching around nothing as his cum spills into you and pours down your throat. He pulls out of you and you swallow it hungrily. Steve hangs over you grinning,

"Damn, I should have pulled out sooner. I'd love to see that pretty face all messy with my cum. Still... maybe later."

He moves to the edge of the bed and begins rooting through one of your bedside drawers.

"B-but Steve... I thought..." Your voice is weak and raspy.

Steve turns and looks at you, a cold smile on his face,

"I thought, I thought." He says, mimicking your voice. "You thought what? I was going to fuck you? Don't worry about that, baby, I will. I'll fuck you senseless in fact."

He leans over you. Looking up you spot what's in his hand. It's a pink, leather collar fitted with a delicate silver heart that reads "BRAT" which you had bought for Steve. He lifts your wrists and holds them against the bars of the headboard, buckling them in place with the collar. Turning his back on you again he reaches into the drawer once more and pulls out a small bullet vibrator. Clicking it on he holds it up in front of you.

"I'll fuck you, baby, but not until you're begging me for it. And I mean begging. I want you so desperate you'd do anything to feel this cock inside you. Little brats don't get the things they want, understand? You've got to play nice."

He rips your underwear off and rests the tip of the bullet just above your taint, dragging it achingly slowly up the length of you making you twitch and moan. Just as he's about to reach your clit he pulls it away sharply making you whine.

"Oh, and one more thing." He leans in close to you, his nose almost touching yours. "You don't cum until I say so."

#answered #writing requests #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #gender neutral reader #dom!steve #jerryhorneskink

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going to put your hair in a ponytail but steve stops you and says that’s his job and he HOLDS YOUR HAIR WITH HIS HAND

STOP 😭 I cannot stand this omg him just immediately switching into dom mode when he sees it!! I am obsessed thank you sweet anon!

(my dear sweet steddie followers PLEASE feel free to imagine reader as eddie)

866 words

18+ only

Smut

Steve Harrington x Gender Neutral Reader

Tags: dom/sub; dom!steve; sub!reader; hair pulling; praise; blow jobs; deep throat; cum shot; cum eating; pet names; baby (reader); sweet thing (reader); pretty (reader); reader has long hair

Steve's old couch creaks as you shift your weight around on it, shoving your hands under blankets and cushions. Clambering onto the floor you get on your hands and knees and peer under the couch, letting out a disgruntled sigh.

"What're you looking for?" Steve asks, peering down at you.

"I'm sure I hand a scrunchie here somewhere... I just... did I leave it in the bathroom maybe...?"

"What do you need that for?"

"I'm too hot, my hairs in my face." You pull your hair up into a ponytail and hold it in place with your hand. "I just want it held up."

Steve leans in close to you, a cruel smirk on his face,

"Well you don't need a scrunchie for that, sweet thing." He grabs roughly at your ponytail, knocking your hand of the way and gripping it tightly. "That's my job."

The instant you feel Steve's hand tighten against your head a switch flips in your brain. You remain kneeling, straightening your back slightly and folding your hands obediently in your lap. Steve smiles coldly, tugging at your hair to pull your eyes up to his,

"Such a polite little thing, aren't you?"

You nod as much as the grip of Steve's fist will allow. Setting your jaw you resist the urge to let your eyes wander lower as Steve undoes his jeans with his free hand.

"How would you like a little treat for being so well behaved?"

Keeping your eyes fixed on his you make another small nod, running your tongue slowly over your lips in anticipation. Steve shifts his weight, bicep tensing as he pushes his jeans and underwear down around his hips one-handed. The tension becomes too much, your eyes flick down to soak in the sight of Steve's cock. Your mouth starts to water just at the sight of it. A sharp tug at the back of your head pulls your eyes back up to Steve's face.

"Ah ah ah, no treats for disobedient brats. Eyes on me."

Steve leans forward slightly, pulling at your ponytail to guide your head, turning it back and forth to admire your face.

"Such a pretty face..." He murmers, almost absent mindedly. "Lovely eyes.... such cute cheeks.... and these lips...."

Steve's thumb rests on your bottom lip, pulling it down slightly.

"I can only think of one thing that could make that mouth look any better."

Your head gets dragged forward. You open your mouth in preparation and let Steve guide you gently down onto his dick. A rich groan pours from his throat as you pull him into your mouth. Steve's hand stays wrapped tightly around your hair, slowly moving your head up and down and setting the pace. With each move of his hand you follow as instructed, never struggling against him. You can feel your face flushing as he praises how well behaved you're being. He starts to move you a little faster, bobbing your head in his lap and groaning hungrily.

"Shit. That feels so good, baby."

You feel Steve's fist tighten as your press your tongue into the underside of this cock. Steve's fingers twirl in your hair, wrapping the length of your ponytail around his knuckles for a better grip.

"Think you can take some more?"

You make a choked attempt at a reply.

"Shush now. You know you shouldn't talk with your mouth full."

You brace yourself as Steve's hand pushes down on the back of your head, the tip of his cock sliding back into your throat and making your eyes water slightly. Steve's hand moves in long strokes, dragging your mouth up and down the full length of his cock and grunting every now and then as your face sinks down against his body. You can feel his cock twitching in your mouth.

"Hold on a second, baby."

Steve moans, tugging at your hair and pulling you away from him. He places his free hand on your chin and smiles at you.

"I want to see that pretty face when I cum."

He tugs at your ponytail to tilt your head back and, without even having to be told, you let your mouth fall open. Taking his cock in his hand Steve starts pumping long, fast strokes with his fist. Even as his body strains he keeps his eyes fixed on you. You can tell he's close from the way his neck tenses and his jaw tightens. Taking the opportunity while he's right on the edge you flash your eyes away from his face to his arm. It's worth the risk of punishment. The fabric of Steve's shirt strains around his bicep, which is flexing with the force that he's fucking his fist. Another tug at your hair pulls your attention back to Steve, just in time to see his mouth fall open, his body jerking as you feel his cum, hot and glossy, shoot onto your tongue.

Releasing your hair Steve leans over you and smiles.

"What do you say?"

"Thank you." You whisper.

Steve lifts his finger and wipes a dribble of cum from your chin, holding it up for you to suck clean, which you do gladly.

"You're welcome."

#answered #writing requests #steve harrington x reader #dom!steve #stranger things fan fiction #steve harrington smut #gender neutral reader #jerryhorneskink