#Perv!Steve

[tinythebunni]

Pervy Steve “the hair” Harrington and slutty stepdaughter reader!

!! The Sweetest Thing !!

Warnings !! AFAB fem!coded reader, perv undertones, slight dub-con even tho reader wants him really bad, slightly weird threats and dirty talk, FILTH FILTH FILTH!!

Thinking about absolutely perverse step daddy Steve! He’s such a sweetheart to you but you know it’s just because he’s trying to con you into letting him fuck his kids into ur cunt.

He’d sneak into your room while you’re showering just to go through your dirty clothes. He’d riffle through your draws to try and find a vibrator or a dildo so he can feel less guilty about wanting to corrupt you.

Yet, he comes empty handed. When he finally looks under your bed he finds the jackpot. A diary with your name on it and a pretty little bow. Steve’s never been one to invade someone’s privacy but you left it out in the open so it’s not really his fault, right?

Her read through the pages and read all about how your day was and how school annoyed you and how you hung out with ur bestest friend Emily.

Just normal teenage girl stuff. Until he goes to the back of the book.

Flipping through the pink lined book, he reads about your fantasies and you never mention a name, his smart girl.

But he knows it’s about him. The way you describe the mystery man’s hair, how he’s so much older than you that it’s sinful, how he teases you and makes you needy.

‘Oh your just the sweetest thing’ he thinks

Reading a bit further he finds out about the fantasies you have. The ones you don’t dare to even breathe a word of. The ones that have you bumping your cunny against your pillow and rubbing your clit raw!

He’s so hard now he could cry. Why wouldn’t his precious Angel mention this to him before? He could’ve satisfied you so well.

His poor little needy, slutty thing.

He can hear the shower turn off as you step out the bathroom. You don’t notice him at first, but he notices everything about you.

From your hard nipples, the slight pants you let out, how your legs are shaking a little.

“Was his baby touching herself in the shower? Oh no, we certainly can’t have that.” he thinks to himself.

He palms himself over his jeans as he watches you dry your hair in the mirror. Never once noticing your step daddy on your bed with your diary in hand.

You turn around to reach for a pair of panties but jump at the body on your bed. He smirks a little and you can feel your arousal already getting worse.

“Wanna tell me what this is all about?”

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[thecomfortgoth]

Peeping Tom Part 2

18+ MDNI (just don't, ok?)

Part 1 can be found here. Masterlist can be found here.

Eddie Munson x Fem Reader x Perv!Steve Harrington

Summary: Steve hadn't been able to get what he'd saw behind that gym block out of his mind. Even when he was fucking other girls. A confession, a confrontation and a deal is made.

WC: 8.2k

CW: unprotected p in v sex (use a condom, pls), booty call, masturbation (m), panty sniffing/licking, gaslighting, use of degrading pet names, use of praisey pet names, daddy kink, dom!Steve, ONE use of y/n (I tried avoiding it but I couldn't), face fucking, fingering (f receiving), Steve being a fuckboy and a pervert, very small & brief mention of a piss kink (only time this will ever happen), mention of squirting, posessiveness, jealousy, mentions of voyeurism/exhibitionism, violence (there's a little bit of blood), bullying/teasing, illusions to/discussion of cheating, dirty talk, kinda angst? all characters are 18+

Please let me know if I've forgotten anything and I will add it.

A/N: okay here it is, part 2 finally. It was originally going to end up being huge so please don't worry, this is NOT the end of this story, there WILL be a part 3. I am a little worried this will be a bit of a let down, but I promise part 3 is gonna be worth it, so bare with me, it's coming. Leave feedback, let me know if you enjoyed it!

My requests are currently OPEN and I write for Eddie, Steddie, Steve and Billy. Send me some stuff!

Smut (and a little bit of angst this time) under the cut

He knew he'd find you here. Standing at your locker, completely unaware of his presence.

He snorted a quiet laugh to himself as he thought of how that wasn't the first time you didn't know he was there. He watched you from down the hall, sorting through textbooks and putting some in your bag, taking others out and slotting them into their rightful place inside the small metal closet full of your belongings.

His eyes gazed over the little dress you were wearing today. A gorgeous deep wine red, strappy with a black t-shirt underneath, the fabric hugging at your waist and flowing out around your hips. Your legs were bare, they looked like they were so fucking soft. The whole ensemble finished off with a pair of simple black leather platform ankle boots.

Steve had never really been one for noticing exactly what a girl was wearing, usually too focused on getting them out of their clothes to be bothered with it. But with you? It was different. He kinda wanted to fuck you fully clothed, hiking that pretty dress up enough for him to slot between your thighs and slip inside that soaked slit between your legs that he'd thought about since it was first revealed to him last week.

Fuck, he'd thought about it almost every night. Even when he was balls deep inside whatever his flavour of the day was. But he also thought about having you completely bare and exposed for him too. Alot.

Before he knew it, he was moving forwards, smirking a little as he saw your eyes flash towards him, finally noticing him. Your cheeks turned a real pretty shade of pink and he just knew it complimented the colour of your perky nipples, and that it had flushed all the way up to the tip of your ears.

You'd been actively trying to avoid him. Apart from a few little winks in the corridors in passing which made you want to shrivel up with embarrassment, you'd managed to successfully do so. But now he was coming up to you. And Eddie wasn't here to hide behind or use as an excuse or a distraction. The hallway was filled with strangers as you scanned around for one singular familiar face, cursing under your breath as you heard the footsteps get closer.

"Looking for someone, pretty girl?" He crooned, smooth and his voice still a little thick with the morning. Turning your head you saw him leaning against the locker next to yours, a thumb slotted into the belt loop of blue jeans as his other hand held the strap of his backpack.

Fuck. You had to talk to him now. You didn't want to be rude and you definitely didn't want to just walk away. It'd look really fucking strange if you did that. As much as you wanted to, so badly. "Uh.. n-no I was just.. seeing if Eddie was coming, he should be here a-any second now" you stuttered out nervously, giving him a small tight lipped smile, trying to deter him by threatening the appearance of your large intimidating boyfriend. You definitely had scary dog privileges, and you were thankful for it right now.

"Oh I'm sure he's coming alright" he grinned at you, bearing his teeth like a shark, eyeing you up and down slowly, drinking you in. You found it somewhat threatening. Even if you couldn't help but think about just how perfect his incisors would feel sinking into the skin of your shoulder. You swallowed and shook your head a little at his comment, trying to get rid of your thoughts as the blush on your face deepened.

"Look, Steve, I-I know you saw us that day behind the gym block b-but-" you started, looking down at your feet as you closed your locker but were cut off by him laughing a little at you. Kind of meanly. You looked at him in confusion, reaching up and fiddling with the guitar pick necklace of Eddie's that you always wore. He'd told you it would show everyone you were his girl - even if everyone already knew that. It'd become somewhat of a security item for you now.

"B-but what?" He mocked you a little, cocking his head to the side and looking at you now like he pitied you, still with that fucking stupid grin on his face. "Don't sit there and act all shy, sweets. You definitely weren't when I sat and watched your boyfriend drill his dick inside you while you flicked your tongue at me and watched me cum in front of you" he chuckled low, getting a little closer to you.

You still couldn't look at him. You kept your gaze on the floor, shuffling uncomfortably from foot to foot. You felt like the walls were closing in the closer he got, feeling your back hit against the cool metal behind you and a hand plant itself next to your head, the sound of it making you gasp a little and your head shooting up. You looked at the hand. It was his hand. His big, thick fingers tapping steadily at the grate of the locker. Why did you clench your thighs at the sight of them, thinking about how they'd feel stuffed inside you?

You turned your face slowly to see him closer than ever, only inches from your face now. Jesus fucking Christ, what was he doing?! Eddie was sure to come around the corner any moment now and catch you two like this. And he'd fucking rip him limb from limb if he saw him up this close and personal to you. Even if he wasn't even touching you. "Y-you need to go" you squeaked out pathetically, your voice just above a whisper.

"Why? I mean, it's not like Eddie's gonna really care. He let me watch you two fuck, didn't he?" He grinned his teeth at you wider, the grin faltering a little as you ducked your head again. "Shit" he muttered under his breath. "He had no fucking clue did he? You let me see all that and he didn't even know? And you still haven't ratted me out? Wow, maybe you are a dirty little slut after all, keeping naughty little secrets like that from your boyfriend" he groaned a little, getting a tiny bit closer. "Wonder if you'd keep any more dirty little secrets from him.." he said in a raspy tone, making your heart flutter at a million miles an hour for more than one reason.

"You want me to make your cunt drip down your leg with my cum like he did that day?" He smirked as you gasped at his words, your face shooting up as you looked at him angrily now, Steve getting ever closer to you as his hot breath fanned your face. "He doesn't have to know, does he? Cause you can keep a secret, can't you?"

You'd had enough. You couldn't fucking take this bullshit anymore. You used all your strength and pushed him away from you, watching as he stumbled back and laughed at you, seeing you storm off down the hallway with the straps of your backpack gripped tightly in both hands. Your face was now matching the colour of your dress and your jaw clenched, lips pursed tightly against each other as you made your way to class, steam practically rising out of your head.

He'd got what he wanted. He'd successfully riled you up. And he knew you wanted him just as much as he wanted you. He smirked in your direction, watching the way the skirt of your dress would flounce around your ass as you briskly walked off. He couldn't help but kiss the air again in your direction, like he'd done that day last week, before he made his way to his own class. His mind now filled with a million dirty thoughts, a lot of them about throwing you in a janitor's closet and making a mess of that pretty little flushed face of yours and getting that little dress off you. As much as he'd love to be inside your cunt with it still draped over your every curve.

That night was just a normal Wednesday night, and Steve had no plans. His parents were gone and it wasn't quite the weekend so there was no use trying to throw a party. But he couldn't shake the thought of your pretty dress and the way it swished around your thighs, almost revealing your round, jiggly ass to him as you walked off.

How it hugged against your swollen chest as you huffed down the corridor angrily. He wasn't sure why he found the thought of you walking away all pissed off and embarrassed because he'd been teasing you at school so fucking hot. He smirked to himself, humming a little and feeling a tent in his pants form as he lounged around on the couch in his grey sweats and no shirt, his bare hairy chest fully exposed to the elements.

He palmed at himself a little, thinking back to what he had seen in that alley that day. The way you looked at him, the way you licked your lips, the way your mouth fell open and you made a really pretty noise when Eddie fucked you a certain way, probably hitting your g-spot with the head of his cock. Fuck. He groaned at the thought of that, how your pussy would flutter at having that special spot inside you battered against repeatedly with a thick cock.

Steve was rock solid now. He wanted to push his dick between your wet little lips and face fuck you into next fucking year, make your eyes water and your drool spill down your chin and neck, soaking the collar of whatever you were wearing. Or just your bare tits if he'd got you out of your clothes by that point.

But he can't, cause you're Eddie's. And yeah, maybe that did make him a little jealous, because he wanted to destroy you and leave you more of a mess than Eddie had. More of a mess than you probably had ever been.

Fuck it. He wasn't in the mood to deal with his boner himself, not when he could have someone else's hand wrapped around him at a moment's notice, the perks of being "The King". He pushed himself up off the couch, heading up to his room to find his little notebook of girls phone numbers he kept. You know, the kind that any popular senior high guy would have.

Or maybe it was just Steve. Chicks really digged Steve for some reason. He wasn’t sure if it was the hair, his charm or the fact that he was more than well endowed. Or maybe he just knew a lot of slutty girls. He looked through the book, trying to find someone who was even anything close to you. Although they'd never compare, not in a million years.

Not Tammy, she sounds like a fucking muppet even when she’s having sex, especially when she cums. Steve shuddered at the memory of it. Not Nancy, she's with Jonathan and definitely too much of a goody two shoes to cheat on him, even if he knows that his dick has to be bigger and better than that little rat looking fuckers. He scoffs a laugh as he flips past her name.

He finds a girls name, no last name, just written down hastily as “Claire from Chem class”. He couldn’t remember who that was for a minute, he had to think about it. Wow, was he really that much of a manwhore? He chuckled to himself as he thought of it, coming to the conclusion that he was but he didn't particularly care.

Suddenly his eyes went wide when he remembered that she was the girl who could deepthroat a cock without taking a breath for at least 5 minutes. And she’d let him cum inside her, she did last time. “Shit” he hissed out, rubbing at his erection over his sweats, mulling it over in his head. She did have the same hair colour as you. And the same body shape. So it would make imagining it was you much easier. He picked up his phone and immediately dialled her number, confident in his choice of fuckdoll for tonight. It wasn’t long before she answered the phone eagerly, giving him a sweet little “Hello?”

He smirked to himself, poking his tongue on the inside of his cheek as he lounged back against the headboard of his bed, the cord of the phone stretching over as he lazily stroked a finger up and down the outline of his clothed dick. “Hey babygirl” he said down the phone, turning that charm up to 11 as he heard Claire from Chem Class giggle and say his name down the phone breathily, clearly trying to be sexy. “What are you up to, gorgeous? You wanna come over? I’ve missed you”

It's not long before Claire is at his place, he’s grabbing at her and pulling her close the second she's in through the door, biting his lip at her and sliding his hands up her hips to her waist, pressing her against the wall next to the front door, her hands going to his shoulders and laying there, letting him feel her up as he pleased.

He does notice as she's trying to say hello to him that she’s wearing a nice little blue denim skirt and a white tank top that pushes her tits up nicely, they’re just about as big as yours too and they make him groan at the sight of them, surging forward and sloppily making out with her, all tongue and teeth and spit as she reached down and cupped his bulge. She fucking knew exactly what she was coming here for, the little whore.

The thought makes him stiffen further in his sweats as he moves his hands under her top, cupping at her bare tits, pinching at her stiff nipples a little meanly as she whimpered into his mouth. Fuck, no bra. And suddenly he’s thinking about you again. How you showed Eddie (and him) your tits behind the gym block that day. Completely exposing yourself for any wandering eyes to potentially see.

He fucking practically growled, picking the girl up who he’d basically asked to come over so he could use her like a fleshlight, wrapping her legs around his waist, carrying her upstairs and into his bedroom. He swatted a firm hand down onto her ass and listened to her moan out as he grabbed at it under her skirt, not bothering to close his door behind them. No one was home so it didn’t matter.

He quickly got her to the edge of his bed, stripping her off out of the few pieces of clothes she actually was wearing, tossing her pretty blue lace panties into the corner of his room. Not before he brought them up to his face and inhaled them deeply as she leaned forward and sloppily made out with his neck, flicking his tongue over the small wet patch of her arousal he could see darkening them. She wouldn’t be getting those back, that was safe to say. He’d be adding them to the pile of girls underwear he’d started collecting in the last few months which he’d started doing for… reasons.

God, what he’d give to have a pair of your panties, he doesn’t care what colour they are or if they were sexy or not, he just wanted to have something that had been pressed tightly against your cunt all day, soaked with your sweet wetness, something he could sniff and lick at just like he did a moment ago with Claire Whoever's, something he could wrap around his cock and get himself off with whenever he wanted. Or until it was too covered in his cum and he physically couldn’t use them anymore.

He tossed her onto his bed with a bounce, standing at the side smirking down at her as she looked up at him, licking her lips as her eyes hungrily watched him shuffle his sweats off, his cock springing up against stomach and already leaking a little. It was all because of the thoughts of you he’d been having. And maybe also a little because this Claire girl from chem class was actually pretty hot. He got onto the bed in front of her, spreading her legs and holding them apart for him, studying her shaved wet pussy that was spread open wide for him as he hovered over her.

Steve wasn't fussy about pussy hair or the lack thereof, if there was a hole and a clit for him to bully, he really didn't care about anything else. But yours had a tiny patch of hair, perfectly groomed that sat just above your slit. He wondered what it’d feel like against his tongue if he licked that little patch of hair on your cunt. If he’d be able to taste you from it before he’d even dipped his tongue into you.

He heard her whine a little, grinning down at her like she was his prey, rolling her hips towards him ever so slightly. “Keep your legs open for me just like that babe, yeah?” he said as he slipped a hand between her legs and slid his fingers up and down her already soaked slit, teasing her as he watched her whimper and gasp underneath him, leaning down to kiss and bite at her neck, not particularly caring if he was being too hard or not.

She didn’t say anything anyway, she just moaned out so he assumed she was enjoying it. He quickly remembered she was the type to like being used, maybe a little bit of a pillow princess. He wondered if you’d like that too, if you'd just lay there and let him do whatever the fuck he wanted to you, move you around however he wanted to.

“You gonna suck me off like you did last time, baby? I haven’t forgotten what you can do with that fuckin’ throat of yours” he groaned against her neck, licking over the teeth marks he’d just made in her skin. She nodded her head and placed her hands on his shoulders again, which he swiftly grabbed by each of her wrists and pinned above her head, pulling back to look down at her as he used one big hand to tightly bind her wrists together and push them into the mattress a bit more.

“I asked you a fuckin' question. I expect you to answer me, using your words. Or is that too much for your dumb little brain to handle?” he said through gritted teeth, clenching his jaw a little. Safe to say, Steve definitely liked to be the one in control in the bedroom, he liked overpowering girls, making them bend to his will and obey his every command.

“Y-yes daddy” she whimpered pathetically, and she almost sounded just like how he imagined you would if you said the same thing. He chuckled lowly, his cock twitching at what she’d just called him, leaning down and placing his other hand on her jaw, opening her mouth for him as he licked into it and then spat directly on her tongue, watching as she swallowed before shuffling himself up so he was straddling her chest, still holding her wrists in one hand as he lined up his cock with her mouth.

“Thats what I like to fuckin’ hear, atta girl. Now open wide, don’t keep me fucking waiting." he gritted out, watching as she parted her lips and suddenly thrusting his whole length into her mouth, moaning out as he felt her gag around him at the sudden intrusion, but welcoming him in all the same. He fucked her mouth just like that, closing his eyes and pretending it was your mouth he was fucking into instead, feeling her squirm a little underneath him and listening to all the little whimpers and whines coming from her between chokes and gags. He wasn’t exactly quiet either, moaning and groaning without abandon as he pumped himself harshly into her throat.

"Stay still, slut. I'll just fuck harder if you don't stop, leave your throat all bruised from the inside, that what you want, hm?" She sighed a breath through her nose and whined as he said that, stopping her writhing and just laying there, letting him use her mouth for his own pleasure, spreading her legs wider behind him, exposing her pussy to the cool air of his room. Just like he'd wanted.

He continues on like that for a few minutes, until she slaps her hand back on the pillow a few times to let him know she needs some air, pulling out and moving beside her, taking one of her hands and wrapping it around his cock. He moved it up and down, silently instructing her to stroke him, his hand slipping between her legs again and immediately finding her clit, rubbing harsh circles into it for a moment before sliding his fingers down to her entrance and pushing two of his fingers inside her, hearing her moan out his name, not really close to how he’d imagined you would but it would do.

He latched his mouth onto the nipple closest to him and sucked at the peaked bud, licking and slurping at it harshly. He pumped his fingers in and out of her fast and hard, feeling her pussy clench and flutter around his digits, groaning as he made her cum on his fingers after a few short minutes, listening to her moan loudly, calling her a dirty whore and asking her if she liked being used like this, to which she just whimpered and nodded, fucked out and drooling all over herself already.

Steve was too fucking good sometimes. He could have girls squirting with minimal effort sometimes, and yeah maybe he was a little cocky about it. Even if Steve really was only after his own release, he still made sure they had a good time. Good enough they'd come back begging for more and he could have a healthy collection of all kinds of girls he could take his pick from whenever he fancied it.

Soon after, he’s moving between her legs, grabbing both of her calves and pushing her legs right back, her knees almost touching her shoulders. “Think you’re ready for me now, baby. You want daddy’s cock filling you up nice and deep?” he moaned a little, reaching down to position himself at her entrance, not giving her a chance to respond before he was thrusting inside of her and bottoming out immediately.

He didn’t like to waste time with these girls, which is why he immediately got to thrusting inside her, leaning back on his heels as he held her legs up in the air, open wide for him. He listened as she cried out at the stretch of him, grabbing the pillow behind her tightly and screwing her face up as her mouth hung wide open, her tits bouncing obscenely as his balls slapped against her ass with each pump of his hips.

He imagined it was your gorgeous face. Your pretty round tits. You laying on your back underneath him, spread wide for him as he fucked into you faster and harder, groaning and cursing as he watched you lose your fucking mind beneath him, moaning louder and louder with each thrust. He closed his eyes and allowed himself to get lost in it, lost in the feeling of the girls tight cunt swallowing him up, lost in the fantasy of fucking you behind Eddie’s back.

He just had to break you down a little first, get you to the point you couldn’t resist and would just have to fuck him. He saw how you looked at him, how you licked those lips at him and your gaze stayed on him the whole time your boyfriend was railing you against the wall. Through his thoughts, he distantly heard a voice moan something about how his dick was so big and how she was gonna cum again.

“I know baby, I know, s’so big isn’t it? You’re so fucking tight jesus f-FUCK, you like being fucked like this? Like being used and being my little stupid cockwhore y/n? Bet you fucking do, such a slut fucking me while you're with Eddie” he moaned out loudly, not even realising what he was fucking saying. Suddenly the girl beneath him went quiet, but he continued on, still rutting into her, eyes closed tightly as he moaned at the thought of what you’d say back to him, imagining all sorts of filth coming out of your mouth.

“What did you just fucking say?” That wasn’t your voice.

Shit. He looked down at the girl beneath him who was giving him daggers, still fucking her but slowing down a little as he gave her a confused look, shaking his head and panting. “What? Do you not like being called a slut or something? I thought you liked it last time” He honestly couldn’t remember if she did or not, but he started to realise what he’d just said and was trying to cover his own ass.

“No, not that you fucking- get off me!” she said, sitting up and slapping at his chest, shuffling back from him as his cock slid out of her and he sat back on his heels, holding his hands out in front of himself and shaking his head again.

“What are you talking about then?”

“Who’s name did you just fucking say?”

“Yours?”

“You absolutely did not fucking say my name! You said Eddie Munsons girlfriend's name!” she barked at him, looking at him as her face screwed up angrily, her eyes narrowing in on him. “Were you just thinking about her while you were fucking me?!”

“What? I didn’t say her name! You’re fucking hearing shit, you’re that fucked out your making shit up in your head, come on babe, stop being fucking stupid and I can make you cum again and give you a nice big load of my mine” he tutted, sighing out loudly as he tried to reach forward for her, but she slapped his hands away, getting up off the bed as she looked around for her clothes. He watched her as she did so, seeing the glisten of her arousal leak down her thighs a little that he wanted to lick up with his tongue. Shit. He’d fucked up. But he only cared because his dick was painfully hard at this point and he really needed to cum. He reached down and began tugging at himself lazily, watching as she started putting her top on.

“Yes you fucking did. Stop jerking off, jesus christ. I thought you actually liked me, I thought that's why you’d called me and asked me to come over again!” she yelled at him, her expression a little hurt but mostly still angry as she hurriedly shimmied her skirt up her legs to her hips, toeing on her sneakers.

Steve was done with this shit. He fucking hated when girls assumed that they meant more to him than a quick dirty lay. He scoffed a laugh at her, shaking his head as he leaned back on his bed on an elbow, still jerking himself as he smirked at her and moaned out a little.

“Baby, you’re really gonna try that? You knew I was just calling you for a fuck, I already told you before I didn’t want anything serious with you” he chuckled, stroking the remnants of her slick over the head of his cock as he grinned at her, all teeth and sharklike. “Besides, what if I did say her name, hm? Can’t blame me, she’s a real fucking pretty girl. Got a pretty cunt too”

“Yeah, like you’d know, Eddie'd fucking kill you if you went near her so I know you haven't." Steve just shrugged and smirked at her, continuing to jerk at himself as he watched her roll her eyes and scoff at him. Oh if only she fucking knew. "Don’t fucking call me again, Steve. Lose my fucking number in that stupid little phone book of yours!” she yelled out, he could see tears pooling in the corners of her eyes as she stormed out of his room and down the stairs, hearing the front door slam shut as Claire From Chem Class left.

He knew he should feel bad, he’d clearly hurt her feelings. But he really didn’t. He’d literally just wanted to fuck her, dump his cum inside her or over her tits or something and then kick her out anyway.

He shrugged to himself, getting up and going over to the panties that she’d not even bothered to look for, taking them in his hand as he lay back against his headboard, wrapping them tightly around his cock and biting his lip, bucking up into his fist as he continued his fantasies about you, openly moaning your name and other disgusting things, rather than just thinking them, now that he was alone.

“Mmm.. you wouldn’t storm out if I said another girls name, would you baby? No, you wouldn’t, you'd be too fucking cockdrunk and gone for me.. Too fucked out with me licking your cunt, making you cum as many times as I could before splitting you open with my dick, you'd take it all baby, wouldn't you?.."

"I need to fuck you so bad, I don’t care if you have a boyfriend or if he knows or not, I need to be inside that fuckin’ dripping hole, need to feel it for myself.."

"Maybe you'd let me in your ass too, oh god, bet s'just as perfect as your pussy, you gonna show that to me too honey? Come on, spread those cheeks for me and lemme see, oh fuck.."

It wasn’t soon after that he was spilling out into the blue lace snug around his length and his hand, moaning out your name loudly. And it wasn’t the first time tonight he’d cum thinking about you. He had to throw those panties out with how many times he’d jizzed all over them while he thought about you and fucking every hole of yours available to him.

The next day at school, people were definitely talking. And Steve wasn’t sure why. He watched a few people whisper and look at him before quickly averting their gaze when he made eye contact. What the hell? He looked at them all confused, watching as a couple people walked by him and held their heads down, giggling as they did so. He sighed to himself, thinking that Carol was spreading more shit around the school about him.

He’d fucked her a few times behind Tommy H’s back, she’d said she was gonna leave Tommy for him because she loved him, Steve laughed at her and told her not to bother. She obviously didn’t take that too well and ended up making up some.. quite honestly entertaining and colourful rumours about Steve and the kind of things he was into. He’d set everyone straight when he revealed the real reason she’d been talking shit, Carol trying to deny that anything happened between her and Steve, but it was written all over her face.

Tommy dumped her on the spot and she chased after him, begging and crying for him to forgive her, saying that it didn’t mean anything, which is clearly not what she’d been saying before.

So he thought nothing of it, thinking she’d started up her hate campaign again because Tommy still wouldn’t take her back. The old rumours were quickly squashed by some other girls confirming that he definitely wasn’t into what she'd said he was and definitely didn’t have a piss kink. Okay, maybe the last one was up for debate a little, since he really did like it when he had girls squirting all over his hands, his cock or his face and he wasn’t sure if that was practically the same thing or not. He’d have to look into it to be totally sure.

He made his way over to his locker, not paying any more mind to the people around him, mentally shrugging it off since he really doesn’t care at the end of the day. He’ll still The King. He was practically untouchable, really. If he could deal with Billy Hargrove literally trying to dethrone him the minute he got here, and it still hadn’t happened? Then nothing could. He opened his locker and began shoving some random shit in there from his bag, picking up a calculus book that he knew he needed for class this afternoon so he wouldn’t need to come back later.

“HARRINGTON!” Eddie barked, turning the corner and immediately finding the exact fucking gross pervert he’d been looking for. He looked fucking livid, clenching his fists by his side as he stormed up to him, his big boots stomping along the linoleum.

Steve turned his head as he heard the angry voice calling his name, freezing on the spot. He wasn’t scared of Eddie, even if he did look a little intimidating and there were rumours about him being a Satan worshipper and a cult leader because of that little D&D club he ran. But the way he was coming towards him, looking a bit unhinged like was ready to kill someone, did give Steve a slight cause for concern. Shit, had you told him? Had he finally found out that you’d been making eyes at Steve behind his back while he jerked off and watched Eddie fuck you?

“Munson, what can I do for you? You look a bit.. pissed off, but that's nothing new really is it?” he laughed a little, shutting over his locker. He was about to turn around when he felt a hand grab at the collar of his shirt, dragging him along and into the empty classroom that was right across the hall from his locker.

Okay, maybe he was a little scared now.

Eddie threw him into the room and Steve stumbled a little, turning around to fix his shirt and brush himself off as he looked at the tall metalhead who was slamming the door shut and locking it, turning to face him again and slowly stepping towards the slightly shorter boy. Steve wasn’t scared at all now, he was just fucking annoyed. “What the fuck Munson?! Who the fuck do you think you’re laying your hands on?” he said, stepping closer to him and poking him in the chest as he did so.

“Whats this I just fucking heard about you fucking Claire Quinn last night, but moaning my girls fucking name while you were doing her?” he spat confidently, his jaw clenching tightly as he finished his sentence.

"Oh that was her name. Claire Quinn." Steve chuckled a little meanly. "Just had her down as Claire from Chem Class"

Eddie was well known to be protective and possessive over you. He didn’t like any guy looking at you for a little too long or in a certain way, always pulling you closer to him and giving them death stares. Sometimes it’d get the better of him though and he’d get physical with these guys depending on what they said or did. He’d punched Gareth once for saying that he thought you looked nice today. He soon apologised to him, realising that Gareth was actually just being nice. He'd smacked a cafeteria tray across Jason Carvers face once when he smiled at you. He didn't apologise to him.

The random guy that one time in The Hideout who grabbed your ass and said that your boyfriend didn’t need to know about it if you went home with him (when said boyfriend was stood right behind him as he said it) even after you'd told him you really weren't interested, deserved the broken nose, the missing tooth and both of you being banned from coming back for a month. It was worth missing a few gigs to Eddie, to know he’d successfully protected what was his. You’d ridden him in the back of his van 5 minutes later too, so he knew it’d turned you on and you liked it.

Steve just looked at him, blinking at him for a second before he burst out laughing, walking over to a desk and leaning back against it, folding his arms over his chest as he shook his head. “So that's what everyones been talking about huh?” he laughed quietly again, shrugging his shoulders and smirking at Eddie. “And what if I did?”

“Don’t fucking play with me, Steve. I really do not give a fuck who you are around here, I will knock your fucking teeth out if you even think about my girl again” he stepped right up to him, pointing a finger in his smarmy fucking face. Usually people would retreat by now, as soon as Eddie bared his teeth to them.

But Steve wasn’t. He continued smirking at him, keeping eye contact and Eddie was a little intimidated himself. After all Steve Harrington was the most popular guy in school and Eddie was literally fucking getting all up in his personal space right now. He could have Eddie’s life ruined in a simple trip to see Chief Hopper and a few mentions of the illicit substances that Eddie was well known around school to be in possession of at almost all times.

“You know you won’t” Steve grinned at him, licking across his teeth a little. “Come on, what's so bad about me thinking about your girl? I mean… I’ve already seen you two fucking behind the gym block”

The colour drained from Eddie’s face. Looking at him with wide eyes, blinking as he processed exactly what he’d just said. Fuck. Was he lying? No, he can't be. No one knew you had both been there or what you'd done. How much exactly had he seen? He scoffed, shaking his head and throwing his hands up in the air as he turned his back to him, slowly stepping away as he tried to think of what to do here.

He was even more annoyed now, especially since he knows for a fact that Steve had seen you in one of your most intimate moments with Eddie. But he also knew if he did to him what he did to that dude from The Hideout, he’d be immediately expelled and he would never graduate. He really needed that fucking diploma this year, he’d already had a do over. He absolutely couldn't do another.

Steve knew he had too much on the line to try anything, at least in school. But they didn’t really cross paths outside. Not really even at parties, since he usually made some girl get his weed for him, thinking he’d be able to get a discount if he did so. And just purely because he knew he could get certain girls to do anything for him and it amused him. “I mean, your girl totally enjoyed it. Shoulda seen the way she was looking at me, licking her lips and shit while I jerked off, she came quite a lot didn’t she? She ever squirted like that with you before? Nice puddle left behind, I'd have got on my knees and fucking drank it from her cunt if I coulda” he laughed, deciding he wanted to poke the bear a little

That was it. Eddie's vision went completely red, he was suddenly like a bull and Steve was the matador.

He turned around and charged towards him, grabbing him by the front of his shirt and slamming his back up against the nearest wall, punching him quickly and getting right into his face, almost touching as Steve laughs in his face with his eyes screwed shut, his nose aching from the ring clad fist that just smacked into it. “Don’t you fucking dare say that shit about her. She’d never do that shit. I fucking know my girl and she’s not fucking like that” he growled at him through gritted teeth, watching as Steve lifted a finger up, swiping the tiny amount of blood dripping from his nostril now and continued laughing in his face.

“I’m serious, ask her. She sat there and watched me and she didn’t say shit to you the whole time, she was fucking loving it to making all those noises for both of us” he said, still chuckling a little as he saw Eddie rear up to punch him again. Okay, time to try and deescalate a bit, he was really pushing his buttons and maybe going a little too far here. “Ask her! Just ask her first before you beat my ass, fuck dude" he laughed loudly again, watching as Eddie leaned back a bit, still keeping him pinned to the wall but lowering his other fist. “I know I'm laughing but I'm deadly serious, you need to ask her about it”

Eddie was still raging inside. But as he thought about it, now he was a little angry at you too, not just Steve. Why hadn’t you said anything to him? You had been the one who was so scared about someone catching you that day. So why hadn’t you said a fucking word to him when Steve had inevitably seen you both? He was a tiny bit hurt too, that you willingly let someone watch you both having sex. Especially Steve Harrington, one of the most attractive guys in school, probably in Hawkins actually. Even Eddie thought so, despite the fact he’d absolutely never admit to it.

He stepped back a bit more, letting go of Steve's shirt as he sighed and rubbed his hand over his face, trying to think of exactly how he was going to ask you about this. Trying to decide how he was going to deal with him, now he didn’t know if he actually had a good reason to be violent like he wanted to be.

“What’s it gonna take for you to leave my girlfriend alone and not look at her or.. Or even think about her anymore?” he asked, rubbing at his stubbly chin and finally looking at the annoyingly handsome brown haired boy who was currently trying to fix himself up a little.

Steve scoffed, shaking his head as he fished out a tissue from his bag. “You’re not gonna fucking like what my honest answer would be to that question, Munson. And I’m not exactly thrilled at the possibility of another knuckle sandwich” he chuckled slightly, finally finding a hanky and wiping his nose with it, shoving it back in his bag and ruffling his hand through his hair.

“Just fucking say it, I really don’t fucking care, you’ve already said enough” Eddie sighed a little defeatedly, shaking his head as he turned his gaze to look out the window, crossing his arms over his chest. He was honestly still trying to process what Steve had just told him.

He really couldn’t get over the thought of you just letting someone perv on the two of you and get off to it, encouraging it. And he was also slightly confused about the fact that he thinks he would have found it hot having someone watch, if you had told him at the time. It made his blood boil and his dick twitch all at the same time. This was definitely something he’d have to unpack later on.

Steve studied him as he leaned back on the desk again, shoving his hands in his jeans pockets, crossing his ankles over one another. He thought about it for a second, whether to actually say it or not. He absolutely didn’t need to think about what he wanted to do to you, what it would take. He’d been thinking about that for a whole fucking week now already since he first saw you both. And he’d always fantasised about you anyway, since he’d never even had a chance to get into your panties.

You’d been inseparable from Eddie since pretty much the first week you’d moved to Hawkins, even if you’d only been friends for a few months before you got together. Eddie had made sure of it that no one even got a look in, since he’d fallen in love with you the moment he saw you.

“I wanna fuck her. That's what it'd take. Just once, and then I’ll leave you both alone. If I happen to catch you guys getting it on again, I’ll walk away. It’ll probably make me stop thinking about her too, it’ll be out of my system or something” He fucking wouldn’t stop thinking about you, he never would. You were literally the one thing he couldn’t ever have and that made you even more desirable to him. And Steve wasn’t one to give up without a bit of a fight to get what he wanted. At least if he got to fuck you, he’d be able to dig up the memories while he jerked off or fucked some other girl.

Eddies head snapped round at him as soon as he said he wanted to fuck you, staring at him in complete fucking disbelief. He burst out laughing and shook his head. “Not a fucking chance in hell, Harrington. You can get that idea so fucking far out of your head” he chuckled, staring the boy down as he licked across his teeth and clenched his jaw again. Who the fuck did this asshole think he was? He’d just punched him in the face for saying shit about you, did he seriously think he’d just give you to him, like he was loaning him a guitar or something, and let him rail you?

Steve shrugged, looking down at his shoes as he toed a scuff mark off the side of one of them. “Then at least let me watch again” he said matter of factly, shrugging as he smirked and looked back at Eddie. “One last time, then I swear I won’t bother the lovely couple ever again” he chuckled, rolling his eyes at how ridiculous that sounded.

Eddie stared at him, poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue as he mulled it over. He really fucking didn’t want to let him watch. He didn't want him to see you as you fell apart under Eddie's touch again. But he also kinda really did? Besides, it would be a one off thing. And it’d keep Steve away from you. If you’d really already let him watch before, then he’d already seen everything…

“Okay, fine,” Eddie said quietly, throwing his hands in the air in surrender. “One fucking time. But I swear to god Harrington…” he stalked towards him, pointing a long thick finger at him. Steve wonders if he got close enough if he’d be able to smell you off of his fingers still, from the last time they’d been plunged inside you. “If I even so much as hear a single fucking thing of you saying her name again or talking about her or.. Or.. you even so much as breathing near her.. I’ll do worse than punch you in that big fuckin' nose again"

Steve smirked at him, keeping eye contact as he narrowed his slightly, licking at his lips slowly and not missing the way the tall metalheads eyes linger on them for a second too long. He felt his cock kick up in his jeans at the mere suggestion of seeing you exposed to him again. He’d have to go deal with that before class. He's sure he has a Polaroid or two of Pam in his bag that he stole from her bedroom the last time he fucked her that he could use as quick spank material.

“Deal.” he said, grabbing hold of Eddie's hand and shaking it, startling the long haired boy slightly. “Just let me know where and when, Munson. If that's all and we’re done here..” Steve said, grinning at him as he leaned down and picked up his backpack, slinging it over his shoulder as he patted the metalhead on his own a little patronisingly, making his way over to the door and leaving the room, heading down the hallway to get rid of the now uncomfortable bulge he was packing in his pants.

He had a smug fucking smile on his face the whole way to bathroom, thinking of how he would soon see your perfect body again.

Hopefully you'd love his eyes on you while you're spread out and being made to cum as much as you did last time.

I'd like to thank @elvendria @changemunson and @emsgoodthinkin for their help and encouragement on this chapter. I really REALLY could not have done it without you all, especially Elvendria who had to sit and listen to me have a fucking Menty B over a discord call because of some stuff that's now gonna be in part 3 lmfao.

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[hoppingonjim]

Open your hips- Steve Harrington

summary: in your golf swing you're having a little trouble opening up your hips, coach harrington is more than happy to help.

cw: (kind of) dark!steve harrington, perv!steve harrington, breeding kink, steve takes advantage of reader's innocence , touching w/o permission, lying, sexual thoughts, coach lusting after player, (both parties are 18+), afab!reader warning: don't read if you don't like this, if the warnings don't seem like your thing, move along <3

part two!

"coach! need help!"

he couldn't resist your little whine. he had been eyeing you hungrily the entirety of your session on the driving range. that little skort, the shorts tight around your creamy thighs. hugging and displaying the fat of your ass when the wind blew over. 

in a strut, he moved closer to you, wetting his bottom lip and using all the willpower he had to concentrate on your eyes. those large eyes, eyelashes long and curling upward, the black shadow highlighting your perfect pupils. 

he inched closer, eyes on your hips now, "take a swing for me."

he studied you, how you used the club to tap a ball out of the wired bucket. lining up and thrusting your hips inwards to perfect your spine angle. he watched your body coil as it turned back, the tight polo you wore stretching and flaunting your perky breasts that attempted to squeeze through the fabric. in brief gusts of cool wind, your nipples poked through the thin fabric, enchanting his eyes. they just begged to be sucked, to be twisted and circled with his tongue. 

they begged to be full and heavy with milk, leaking sweet milk for him in his mouth. all because he could fill you up, swell your belly with his perfect harrington prodigy. 

"hm, i see the problem," he leaned down, crouching next to your legs and holding onto your hips. his hands gripped tightly, earning a little- shocked- whimper from your lips.

"couch? whatcha gonna do?" your baby-like voice only made his pants tighten more than before. his cock was strained, fantasizing about shutting you up. ending that baby voice by shoving himself down your throat, making you choke on his fat cock, mouth drooling. spit dripping onto your little white polo.

"gonna hold these hips and make them fully turn, alright?" 

you could only meekly nod, a rose tint flush on your cheeks once you felt the tight grip he held on your hips. he re-gripped his fingers, curling them around the fatty parts. with the new view he could see your folds, snugged by the tight cloth for the shorts under your skort. they seemed so pretty, so needy for him to smack. 

there was a desperation he was facing, to bring two fingers up between those peeping folds of yours. to coat his fingers in your slick, hell he could see you weren't wearing any panties.. now he just wondered if you were soaked or not.

desperation had led to temptation, and steve harrington had no will power. he delivered a quick smack to your folds, legs shaking subtly at the sound of your little whimper.

"c-coach, what was that for?"

your innocence was just as sexy as your body. he could feel your slick on his fingers, licking each one, thankful for the net-like texture of the skort. 

"saw a bug on your, kitten parts, can't let such a pretty pussy have a bug on it, can we?" he cocked an eyebrow, gulping in hopes to hide the smirk. the flesh of your folds was still imprinted on his touch, wanting to squeeze the plump parts of your pussy, but knowing he couldn't.

not yet.

"n-no coach, thank you." you tried to smile, heart racing a mile a minute. he was just looking out for you, you didn't know any better. you didn't know he was lying, or that he squeezed his cock to visions of your perky ass before. 

"no need to thank me, you're the princess on the team, gotta make sure you're taken care of. now, take another swing for me, let me open up these hips."

#perv!steve #perv!steve harrington #steve harrington smut #dom!steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #stranger things smut #st4 #coach!steve harrington #tw: innocence kink #eddie munson smut #eddie munson #jonathan byers #golf #sexy sports #dark!steve harrington

[nooneaskedforthissmut]

18+

It's always perv!steve this or perv!eddie that and sometimes perv!billy. Which I'm all for, but I want to see more perv!robyn x reader. Especially bestfriends!robyn x reader

A/N: unedited mess obviously

tags: fem!reader, lowkey mutual!perv, bestfriend!perv!robyn X curvy!reader, and they were roomates, lil dubcon

You and Robyn met on the first day of college orientation. You two instantly felt a connection and became friends. You both hated your assigned roommates. Luckily, your RA was cool enough to let you swap and before the week was over, you and Robyn became roommates.

But after a while, Robyn wasn't sure that it was the best idea.

You slept in a tight tank top and panties. And she couldn't help but stare. Although if you noticed, you never said anything.

You were so playful with her too. Hugging her tightly. Your soft body pressed up against hers. So it wasn't her fault when she would pull you in closer. Try to feel your hard nipples against her or smell you.

It became normal for her to give your ass a 'friendly' squeeze or spank. And I mean, you must want her to. You must be doing these things on purpose. Just to tease her.

You would try on new bras in front of her and ask if they looked good. You wouldn't even cover yourself when you changed into new ones, basically shaking your bare tits at her when you were picking a new bra. She'd sit there legs crossed, her pussy throbbing while you bounced in front of her, asking yourself if they were supportive enough. She'd offer to feel if the material was nice, just to get her hands on you.

After showers, you'd stay in your towel for a while lounging in your bed. Sometimes your tits would spill out or Robyn would get a clear shot of your ass or your pussy.

A few times while getting ready in the morning, you'd slowly lotion yourself while having full conversations with her. She'd be in bed pretending to have a late class. But really her hand was between her thighs teasing her clit under the blanket. She'd wait for you to leave so she could ride her pillow while wearing your sweatshirt, and imagine her head between your thick thighs.

After a long day of classes when you get back to the dorm, she offers to give you massages. Because ' what are friends for'. It would be a great way to take your clothes off too.

"I don't want the oil to soil your new underwear, babes" She'd say in that sultry raspy voice.

After she has you on your back fully naked, lying on your front, head resting on your hands. She'd start by working on your back. And straddle your ass to 'get a better angle'.

The massage feels so good that you don't even comment when her fingers graze your side boob a little too much.

And when you really get into the massage, you start to moan as Robyn works out the kinks in your back with her long fingers. Her thumbs would rub deep circles into your back, in a rhythm you wished to feel on your clit. She almost loses it with the comments you moaning.

"Fuck Robyn those fingers"

"Oh, my gooooood. That's it, do that again"

"mhmmm deeper. you can go harder"

And when you moan your thank yous, she'd just tell you that's what good roommates do.

She usually tries to control herself and only takes mental notes for when she has time alone with your vibrator - yes. your vibrator-. But sometimes she slips up and gets too into it. Starts grinding on your ass a little. She tries to make it unnoticeable, tries to make it look like she needs to grind her core into your soft big ass to make the message better for you. You've never really commented though. Sometimes, when she massaged the right spot your hips would buck and she'd dig her hips down into you - make it look like she was bracing herself.

Except once. You had finally completed an exam you were stressing and Robyn offered to message the stress knots out.

She was grinding her hips ever so often- like usual. It felt so much better this time because she was wearing corteroid pants and the lining was grazing her clit just right. She wished she wasn't wearing panties that day. When she got too cocky and started grinding into you more frequently.

You moaned for her to stop.

She froze, her heart pounding. Wondering if she was finally caught.

Until you said, " Your pants feel nice, but they're a little scratchy. Can you take them off"

She swallowed and quickly got up to take them off. She could've sworn she saw your pussy glistening.

"Should I put some oil on your toosh? If my pants scratched you,"

She tried to say it in a fun friendly way but she couldn't hide how raspy her voice was.

You shook your head. "Lotion first"

She obliged and she took her time rubbing it in. First with the lotion, then with the oil. Before she straddled your now oily ass with nothing but panties on and her shirt. (She really, really wished she hadn't worn panties that day).

"You might be extra slippery now"

She said knowing she was going to grind into you more now.

#perv!steve #perv!eddie munson #perv!steve harrington #perv!eddie x reader #perv!robyn #robynxreader #robyn buckly #robyn stranger things #robyn smut #dubcon tw #maya hawke x reader #maya hawke smut #maya hawke one shot #robyn imagine

[creelteeth]

*thinks about reader accidentally walking in on perv!steve using a fleshlight and pretending its you(

SCREAMS i love this idea. gonna be roommate perv!steve for this one

c.w. 18+ content , gn reader , male masturbation/handjob

steve had your work schedule memorized. you worked nights usually, which wasn’t all too fun considering he worked days so you didn’t get to see each other often. he missed you more than he cared to admit.

though, your working nights also benefited him from time to time. on nights like tonight when he just couldn’t fucking stop thinking about you. couldn’t get rid of the ache between his legs, couldn’t get the image of your pretty lips and how they’d look wrapped around his cock out of his mind.

he had the apartment to himself, so he was gonna be able to take advantage of those thoughts.

he didn’t use the toy often— fishing the large plastic and silicon item out from the bottom of his dresser, he sat himself up on the couch. slipping one of the home movie tapes of the day the two of you went to the beach into the VCR, then sitting down.

steve had his jeans tugged down around his thighs, spitting in his palm to then rub the warm wetness around the swollen head of his cock. he coated every thick inch in saliva, eyes fixed on watching you run around on the tv.

“fuck.” he hissed, sliding the ruddy tip into the silicon reservoir.

he eased the toy down slowly at first, sinking his girthy pulsing cock into it trying his best to pretend it was you. though he knew you’d feel better. you’d be wetter, he wouldn’t have to spit at all. warmer. tighter. you’d moan back at him, that perfect hole of yours would squeeze his cock so much better than the toy would.

unbeknownst to steve, you’d managed to get off work early today. they’d overstaffed and you were dying to get home to steve so the two of you could hang out. you missed him just as much as he missed you. maybe more.

finally making your way inside, you were met with the sight of steve. the sticky squelch of his cock fucking up into the soft fleshy toy, his head fallen back against the couch, eyes clamped shut. he was too far gone to hear you come through the door. too wrapped up his thoughts about you, a mix of curses and your name falling from his mouth.

you stumbled a bit, dropping your keys by the front door. the clambering of the metal pulling steve from his stupor. his eyes flew open, the toy that was once on him landing on the couch beside him.

“shit, shit, shit—“ he gritted, trying to cover himself.

you couldn’t hide the giggle that came from watching him scramble around. also couldn’t deny the way you felt from seeing him like this— jerking off to , well , you.

“steve.” you breathed, eyes a little wide when walking over to the couch where he sat pillow covering his still hard cock.

“i-“ he stammered a bit, using his thigh to the tv remote in desperate attempt to pause the video. “not what you think, okay? listen- i can explain. i promise.”

you raised a hand up to silence him and his stuttering, taking a deeper look at the situation before you. you were on the screen, he was saying your name. he was getting off to the idea of you. his best friend. something about that made your thighs squeeze together. an ache forming in you that you didn’t expect.

“you were.. jacking off.. to me.” you spoke, stepping closer until you were in front of him.

steve didn’t know what to say, racking his brain for any possible way for this to make sense but there was nothing. swallowing thickly and awaiting your frustration, he stayed silent.

“what’s that?” you asked, nodding in the direction of the fleshlight poking out from under his thigh.

he didn’t speak, making an awkward laugh before shoving it further under him to get it out of your line of sight. when he did that you tutted, reaching down to grab the skinny end of it. he started to stand up to take it from you but remembered that he was still bare underneath the pillow in his lap. watching frozen in disbelief that you were there, examining the item that he was just pumping his cock into.

“hm. so this is what you use?” you hummed, turning it around to look into the slightly gaped open toy. it was still shiny and wet from the mix of spit and precum that coated him.

“what?” he choked, reaching up to take it from you but you swatted him away.

“you use this.. to get off. were you pretending it’s me?” you questioned, sliding a finger over the rim of the wet opening.

steve’s knee jerk reaction was to protest, bringing his hands up to wave no but he knew that lying wouldn’t get him anywhere better. eyes dropping to the ground he muttered a quiet “yeah.”

“show me.” you quipped, tossing it onto the pillow in his lap.

looking up at you dumbfounded, he watched as you took a seat next to him. all the hairs on his body standing up when he felt your body heat emanating onto him.

“what?” steve questioned, looking down at the toy then back to you.

“show me.” you repeated, raising your eyebrows to affirm what you were requesting.

he felt his cock twitch under the pillow. couldn’t quite understand why you were asking him to do that but, fuck , he’d been dying to get this close to you for god knows how long. following you request, he moved the pillow off to reveal just how hard he was. arousal pooled on his stomach where his heavy thick cock laid, wetness glimmering on the thick patch of hair.

he watched you hesitantly, waiting for you to tell him to stop, but you didn’t. you watched him closely, watched the way he grabbed at his cock. slowly smearing the wetness around before placing the spongey swollen tip at the opening of the toy.

the room was silent apart from his staggered breathing and the sticky sounds that came from him easing the toy down. you watched in awe of the way his cock slid inside it, every girthy inch disappearing into it. you hadn’t ever seen this much of him before. you knew he was big but, god he was huge. the toy was long, and you could tell the tip of his cock was prodding against the end of it with every slow thrust he made.

“don’t be shy now.” you taunted a bit, wanting him to get back into the pace he was doing when you walked in the door.

“w-why am i doing this?” steve shuddered, movements slowing a bit. he couldn’t help but feel like this was a test he was miserably failing.

when you noticed his strokes shortening, you placed a palm flat against the plastic end pushing it all the way down. he inhaled sharply, eyes fluttering feeling the gummy material swallow him down.

“what’s the big deal?” you asked him, grabbing the toy to draw it back up to then push down agains. “this is what you wanted right?”

“no—“ he groaned, hips involuntarily jutting upwards forcing his leaking cock deeper into it.

“no? then what did you want? ..did you wanna fuck me instead?” you pressed for more answers, dragging the toy up and down the pace rising quickly.

you could see him tense up when you asked. you knew the truth. had known for a while but it was fun to watch him in such a dilemma. no answer seemed like the right one so instead he just whined, his eyes squeezing shut. he was close before you walked in, getting him back to the edge was gonna be easy. embarrassingly so.

“jerking off here on our couch, s’like you wanted me catch you.” you leaned in, whispering the words against his neck.

“y-you, fuck, you’re early.” he rebutted, balls tightening feeling himself already creeping close to the edge.

“yeah.” you sighed, lips grazing over the prominent vein in his neck. “i wanted to spend time with you. missed you.”

maybe it was your admittance of missing him, or maybe it was the feeling of your mouth against him but he stiffened. hand coming up to grab at your wrist in desperate attempt to slow your movements down, wanting to savor this as much as he could— also just partly embarrassed about the idea of coming in front if you.

you swatted his hand away, picking back up the pace. mouth working sloppily against him planting soft wet kisses to his neck and jaw.

“please.” he whimpered, not really sure what he was asking for.

it was a wonder to see him like this. unraveling so easily, far more amusing than you’d ever fantasized about. you smiled at the increase in sounds. his breath staggering, balls tightening at the feeling of him about to spill over.

“c’mon, stevie..” you breathed, taking his earlobe between your teeth

he didn’t need anything else. moving quickly to pull your hand away, taking the toy off with it. hot sticky cum spurting out of him to then land all over his stomach snd thighs. steve’s body tensing up and trembling with each spurt.

“fuck— oh my god.” he exhaled, grabbing onto your thigh through the height of his orgasm.

you sat there silently for a minute, watching him intently. the pretty face he made, his lips parted into an o-shape, his stomach muscles twitching and tightening. the throbbing of his ruddy tip, shooting out load after load. it was quit the sight. there was an undeniable ache between your legs but you had no intention of bringing that up. he’d have to earn it.

steve cut his eyes over, feeling your hand place on top of the one that still held your legs. a moment of clarity hitting him when he saw how much of a mess had been made in his lap. he went to apologize again but stopped when he recognized the glossy eyed grin on your face. offering you a lazy smile in return, the silence lulled over the room.

“gonna let you get cleaned up.” you hummed, eyes flicking down to the mess over his stomach. tempted to help.

next time.

#casey writes #liberhoe #perv!steve #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut

[littlest-dark-age]

perv!steve headcannons? pls pls pls

Could you love me instead of all the boyfriends you get?

Headcannons for perv!stevie. mdni

Listen to while reading : wet dream by wet leg

Warnings : manipulation, slight babying, slight controlling steve, needy steve, Stevie's love sick, possessive and protective steve, stalking, face sitting, spitting, recorded sex, voyeurism, slight cnc, slight somno, worshipping, creampie's, slight exhibitionism. If I missed anything please let me know

Constantly trying to convince you that he knows what's best for you. That you should trust him with everything, so you won't worry your pretty little head over anything that's too tough for his baby. 

Will lay out your clothes for the day before he goes to work, as well as having things set out for you around the house. Your plate waiting at your seat on the table, a reminder to make sure you properly eat during the day. A new list on the fridge everyday with little things he wants you to do. Read a chapter in the new book he got you, make sure you pick out the two of you will be eating for dinner, etc. 

He doesn't like it when you bathe and he's not there. Steve has little rituals for once you're out of the tub or shower. Drying you off, rubbing your lotion and body butter in for you, taking care of your hair if needed, making sure you don't leave your dirty clothes in the bathroom floor and more 

Steve always asks if he got your order or something similar right, big brown eyes peering into your own with a desperate need of approval and praise. A wide smile spreads across his face when you tell him that he got it right, something in his core warming at the fact that he remembered. It sends a pleasant shiver down his spine when you tell him he did a good job. 

Gives you his card whenever you wanna go shopping or even just to the store, he likes having you dependent on him. Knowing that you're relying on him, the only condition being that you show him whatever you got. If it's clothes, he'll ask you to do a twirl in the pretty fabrics

Doesn't steal your clothes like Eddie does, although he does see the appeal. Steve would rather take things like stuffed animals or even a pillow, sure they're harder to smuggle out of your house but he can just use the excuse that you left it over at his when you question him on why one of your teddy bears is sitting peacefully on his otherwise plain bed. 

Will play up a simple injury or cold so you'll be his little doctor. He'll look practically dead but still be mumbling about how you don't have to be there with him if it's too much trouble, he doesn't wanna ruin your weekend by keeping you stuck inside the house. Yet his big puppy eyes just won't let you say no, and that's exactly what he wants. A small grin spreads across his face once you've tucked him into your chest, after rubbing vicks all over him and making sure his belly is full of yummy soup. 

He convinces you to give him a copy of your house key, telling you it's just for emergencies and in case anything ever happens. But Steve uses it for going and just…sitting in your room, laying on your bed as he soaks in the atmosphere that feels like where he belongs more than anywhere in the world. Like that's where he's meant to be. He doesn't usually take anything but he will search through your stuff. Making sure you're not hiding anything from him. 

Steve can't handle the idea of not knowing where you are, what you're doing, who you're with. He has to know. He just has to, otherwise he will go insane. Sneaking off when it's slow at work to call your house phone to make sure you're at home when you said you'd be. Asking who you're going out with when you tell him you plan on visiting a couple of stores. Probably telling you that he doesn't like you being alone with certain friends and that he'd rather you wait until he has a day off to go. 

Will tell you that the movie you want to rent isn't available so you'll keep coming into the store to check on it. He has no issue telling you that it's out yet again so he can get a glimpse of your precious pout. Leaning far too close over the counter to be considered just friendly, eyes roaming every inch of your figure he can see. Blatantly staring at your ass while you walk away as he chubs up behind the desk. 

He says he feels as if you've put him under a spell. Mentioning how consumed he has become with you, ever since the first time he saw you. You take up and occupy the darkest places in his mind, places he doesn't usually dare go. But you force him to go there, force him to need you with him constantly. Steve says he feels like he's burning from within if you're separated for too long, like his veins are pure fire. The need to see you all the time manifesting itself as stolen pictures of you, him burying his face into the soft skin of your stomach as he sobs for you to never leave him and love him till you die. 

Steve has a stash of little trinkets that remind him of you. A glass bead he found on the sidewalk that's your favorite color, a small ceramic cast of your favorite animal from the thrift stores, a plate and cup set from your favorite show and so much more. 

He will absolutely park his car outside your house, just watching. "Keeping an eye on you for safety" is what he convinces himself what he's doing. In reality, he wants to see if you'll change by the window again or if you bring anybody up to your bedroom. If he notices someone he doesn't like, which is most people when it comes to you, Steve will act as if he was on a late night drive and somehow ended up at your house on "accident" and wanted to stop by. Seeming shy when he knocks because of how late it is but telling you how he just started driving here without realizing it when he went cruising

nsfw

Wants you to sit on his face and smother him. Break his neck. He'll beg for it if you want him to, Steve just wants to feel your weight and have your thighs squeeze all coherent thought from his brain. Constantly dragging you back down when you try to run away from his mouth as he laps at you and presses kisses to wherever he can reach. Not caring how sore his throat and neck will be in the morning. 

Asks you to open wide after kissing you and to stick your tongue out for him. His cock practically a rock in his pants as he watches his spit land on your tongue and you greedily swallow it, and have the nerve to look at him all shy when he knows the only thought running through your head is him spitting in you in other places. He'd also let you spit on him if you wanted to, eyes blowing wide as he likes the idea of the role reversal

Thinks about bringing up recording the two of you having sex at least once a week. It would be so easy, and it's not like the tape would go anywhere it wouldn't need to be. Steve says he understands your hesitation when he finally brings it up to you but that it would be fun. Talking about it was if it's no big deal, and that he knows you'd enjoy it. After all, you enjoyed being filmed all the other times he did it. This time you'll just know about the camera..

Steve gets so worked up seeing you in his clothes, enough so that if they don't fit you comfortably that he would go buy more and wear them so they smelled like him like the others. You can see his adams apple bobble with every swallow as he watches you roam his house in nothing but your underwear and one of his shirts. A tent slowly forming in his boxers that he palms at with his eyes glued to you and your figure. 

Every time you stay over at his house, he can't keep himself from rutting up against you while you sleep. Hot puffs of breath fanning over your neck as he tries not to wake you with his jerky movements, one hand gripping the fabric of your shirt so hard his knuckles are white to keep from groping you. Although, at this point, what's the harm? He's already using your ass and thighs to get off so what's the point in denying himself feeling you up. 

Something in him gets even more desperate when the two of you fuck. A need that's always there but usually under much better control. He needs you to tell him how good he's doing, how good he makes you feel and the way he makes you cum harder than you ever have. Needy and hurried thrusts making his hips smack against yours, his hairy chest pressed against your back with his arms wrapped around you. Clinging to you like you are the air he breathes and the blood that flows through him. Broken moans in your ear as he begs you to tell him that he's the only one for you. 

He can't help but show just how desperate he is for you whenever you tell him you're horny. Eyes widening as he nods and looks around for a place to sneak off to so he can please you however you want. Steve's willing to ignore his borderline painful hard cock if you just wanna cum on his face, although he might slip a hand down to help ease the pressure. Always so eager to please yet he tries to hide it, in fear of you running off from how far he's willing to go for you….which is farther than most people think Steve's capable of…

Steve will, and does, worship you. Working his way up your legs with his kisses, starting with your feet and ankles. Ghosting over your hips, leading up to your chest. All while mumbling praise after praise into your skin, telling you how much he loves you. How lucky he is that you let him spoil you the way that he does. That he's thankful such a divine being like you uses him and his cock. 

He will offer to cook for you whenever you want but his food always has one special ingredient. Steve likes to pump his cum into whatever he can, eyes wide as he watches you eat whatever he made. Cock hardening again knowing that you're enjoying eating his cum, flush rising to his cheeks if you compliment him on it. He'll just smile and tell you he tried a new way of making it, just for you. 

Adores the sight of you bouncing on his cock and feeling your thighs slap against his. Feeling your hands grip onto his hairy chest for support. His eyes roll back as he moans out, head tossed back into one of many pillows he put on the bed in hopes you'd stay the night more. Can't keep his hands still, they roam your sweaty body and wrap around your waist. When he notices you getting tired, he'll plant his feet and start to thrust up in to you. 

Will ask you to not wear any underwear, especially in public. Thinks its fun to stick his hand down there and play with you just enough to get you frustrated and whining. Patting you on your butt, mumbling about waiting till you get home later. 

Steve always, always, always wants to finish in you. He complains about it being a waste if he doesn't, sometimes not even wanting you to swallow. He'll use a condom if you're adamant about it but would much rather prefer raw. Loving the feeling of nothing coming between you two when you're physically as close as possible without a way of crawling into one another

#steve harrington hc #steve harrington headcanon #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #perv!steve harrington #perv!steve #dark!steve harrington #dark!steve harrington x reader #perv steve #perv steve harrington #dark steve harrington #dark steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #stranger things blurb #stranger things vol 1 #stranger things hc #stranger things x reader #stranger things #stranger things x y/n #stranger things imagine #dark stranger things

[lipglossanon]

okay, this is such a rambling mess but I’m throwing it out into the world 🫣

Warnings: 18+, minors DNI, stepcest (if that’s triggering to some just keep on scrolling plz and thx), perv! Steve, stepbro!Steve, sex toys, dirty talk, heavy tension hehe

Editing to add: reader is 18+ and it’s modern AU cause I can’t write period correct fics to save my life 🙃

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Steve is so happy that you guys are just across the hall from one another. And now he’s enjoying it even more since the pipe in the neighboring bathroom burst and he’s having to stay in your room, sharing your bed while they redo the carpet and water damaged wall of his room.

one night he knows your still half asleep but he just can’t wait anymore and so pulls out his clear fleshlight and some lube and just starts jerking off next to you. you kinda come awake more and more to the sticky sounds of his lubed cock being stroked with the fleshlight. you groggily turn over to see Steve’s flushed face and dark eyes looking at you

“s’okay sweetheart you can just go back to sleep”

“mm stevie what’re you-“

He groans low in his throat as your eyes finally move down to his hand guiding the fleshlight up and down his cock and that sends a pulse of heat straight to your pussy. you let out a small gasp without meaning to

“My cock s’hard baby, gotta make it feel better huh”

You can only nod, eyes finally dragging back up to meet Steve’s

“You wanna help me sweetheart?”

you bite your lip and nod again, “sure stevie”

He pulls the fleshlight off with a slick noise and has you lay flat on your back

“m’gonna put this between your thighs and your gonna squeeze down tight, kay ?”

“okay” you whisper, shivering as he places the clear toy between your thighs and presses them together to hold it in place

He kneels over you, bracketing your thighs and placing his hands next to your head

“Ready?”

He doesn’t even wait for an answer and presses his thick cock into the toy with a low moan

“Fuck baby s’good for me, mmm, all nice and fuck n’wet”

You whine high in your throat, thighs clamping together harder which has Steve choking out another moan

“Good girl, so good for me sweetheart. wanna ruin your pretty little pussy but this’ll just have to do huh”

your hands grab onto his shoulders, nails digging in as you moan

“Please Steve”

“I know” he croons down at your wide eyes and plump lips “but we can’t, gotta be a good big brother to you”

You pull him down until your both breathing in the same air, his cock pumping into the fleshlight so hard you can feel the lube squirting out onto your thighs

“I want it though” your pouting up at him

“Yeah?” He mocks “too bad princess.. maybe next time I’ll let you drool all in my pocket pussy and use that as lube”

You arch up into him with a bitten off moan slipping past your lips. your panties are completely soaked and your clit throbs with every thrust. it’s not enough to make you cum which has you trying to press yourself closer to him.

“Fuck baby, so pretty. My pretty girl. Gonna fill up this tiny pussy until it’s gushing.”

Steve’s hips stutter as he slams down a bit harder, the sounds of your thighs slapping together so loud in the bedroom

“Want you to Stevie, need you to cum” you whimper, angling your hips up so he’s finally pressing onto your swollen clit

“you want it sweetheart? M’gonna give it to you, gonna cum in you until it’s dripping out fuck yes” he’s groaning now, eyes taking in your flushed face

“Kiss me stevie” your whisper falling into the scant space between both of your lips

“Want to baby, want to so bad but I don’t know if I should” he licks his lips

You hiccup a whine as his thrusts press down even harder onto your pussy as his cock bullies its way into the toy again and again

“please please please” you whimper “need it. i need you”

“Oh fuck sweetheart, how can I say no to that” his lips dip down just enough that they’re grazing yours with every breath

“Just this okay?” He murmurs, lips slipping across yours

You try to drag him closer but he holds steady

“uh uh this is all you get, gotta be a good girl f’me”

“i am your good girl Steve”

“oh I know, so good for me. shit so good that I’m gonna fill up this pocket pussy for you. you want that sweetheart, want me to cum in this fake pussy for you?”

“yes yes yes please please” your whining now, pressing your thighs together for leverage. the angle is just right, sending heat through your core as your clit is pressed against Steve’s pelvis.

“stevie, m’gonna cum too”

He buries his face into your neck to mask his groan but you can feel the hot gust of air across your skin giving you chill bumps

“I wanna see it baby, want you to cum for me” his lips brush your ear before he leans back over you

His hips are slamming into the fleshlight so hard you can feel the head of his dick pushing through the other side and grazing your cunt. a few more hard thrusts against your clit and your cumming, biting your lip hard and squeezing your eyes shut as it sweeps through your body

“Fuck me kitten that’s so hot. Shit I’m gonna cum. Gonna cum all over that pretty fucking pussy, get your all nice and wet, fuck. M’gonna cum, gonna—fucking hell”

And you feel it, hot jizz pulsing from the tip of his cock all over the underside of your pussy from where he breached the end of the toy. He thrusts down a couple of times, milking his cock until he’s spent.

Pulling back he eases the fleshlight out from your thighs and slips it gingerly off his twitching dick

“Shit didn’t mean to make such a mess. sorry princess”

But you can tell from his tone that he’s not the least bit sorry, especially the way his eyes are hungrily taking in the mess between your thighs.

“S’okay” you shrug, feeling embarrassed now.

A slow, boyish grin crosses his face, “mmhmm thanks for helping me, s’what family is all about right?”

#perv!steve harrington #perv!steve #stepbro!steve #stepbro!steve harrington #tw stepcest #stranger things smut #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #lipglossanonrambles #modern!au #stranger things #steve harrington x fem!reader

[stevenose]

We need to talk about mean AND perv!steve!! Like gross!steve who stands up right in front of you sizing you up without saying a thing, who sniffs you behind your eyes just to tease you, who loves pulling down your dress straps to bite your shoulder, who’s just utterly and completely gross and oh so delicious

you have spoken a holy language 2 me.

gross!steve is like my everything actually. being a little perv and an annoying cocky bitch? UGH. playing with your asshole while he’s fucking you from behind and insisting he’ll get his cock in there somehow. absolutely soaking your chest in his spit while he mouths at and sucks and tongues your nipples. stealing your dirty underwear so he can smell it. being big and tall over you, arms crossed while he insists he can smell your cunt from here and he’s happy to help clean you up. my god. jesus christ

#stevenose posts #ns/fw #steve x reader #mean!steve #sighs … will make another tag … #perv!steve

[ddejavvu]

Perv!Steve who steals your bras on sweaty days because of the underboob sweat.

Perv!Steve who can't have sex anymore because the last time he tried, he moaned your name.

Perv!Steve who is your neighbor and listens in to hopefully catch a glimpse of you

this post is 18+, minors dni.

perv!steve who jacks off with your bra stuffed against his face. He wants it to be your actual tits so bad, he imagines that he's buried his face in your chest and it gets him off to shove his face into your sweaty bra - he cums into a pair of panties that he stole from you, also on a sweaty day

perv!steve who paid off the poor girl he last fucked so that she wouldn't tell anyone that he moaned your name. he stuffed a wad of bills into her hand in the hallway and told her to zip it and she did, but he's always paranoid that she's gonna expose him. and now that he can't fuck anyone he uses fleshlights or makeshift ones and fucks himself raw imagining it's you

my bathroom backs up to my neighbor's backyard and i imagine the same layout for him so every night when you take a shower he's conveniently out there smoking or reading a magazine or drinking and he glances up at you through the window and if he's lucky he catches you undressing or stepping into the shower. sometimes he can see your silhouette and he has absolutely no shame, he jacks off to you washing your body

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington scenario #steve harrington oneshot #steve harrington one-shot #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington headcanon #steve harrington headcanons #steve harrington hc #steve harrington hcs #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fic #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington drabble #steve harrington dialogue #steve harrington x reader fanfiction #steve harrington au #perv!steve

[hoppingonjim]

Open Your Mouth- Steve Harrington 

summary: after running your mouth, coach harrington decides to fix that filthy mouth.

Coach!steve harrington x golfing fem reader (pt 2 of open your hips)

cw: dark!steve harrington, this is DARK, i promise. don’t read further if these warnings worry you. perv!steve harrington. coach!steve harrington. dumbification, heavy & borderline mean degradation w/o consent, dub con (imo), coach using a player for sex, coach lusting after a player, impact play, innocence kink (faint), oral (m receiving), rough manhandling, treating like an animal but not pet play.. steve makes reader lick cum off the floor, afab! reader

part one!

"come in,"

you walked in, hands in your lap while your eyes scattered across his body, his expression. unlike most times he didn't look pleased, smile lines rested and drooped into a disappointed frown- almost even a line.

you knew what you did wrong, you let your mouth run wild after a match once an opponent accused you of cheating. which you never did- well, didn't mean to. okay maybe you did mean to, but it was just to move a lie.

standing in the corner was all you could do, heart racing and palms sweltered. coach steve never was the angry type, until now. seething and huffing, he blew a gust of cold air out from his lips in the hopes of calming himself down.

steve would swivel to meet your lamb-like gaze, his hands tight around the ledge of the desk with his veins pulsing in agitation, "i'm fucking pissed off, y/n. can you tell? can you tell i'm fucking pissed off? beyond fucking pissed!"

a harsh gulp bumped down your throat followed by a timid nod, "y-yes coach."

his anger didn't halt purely at the scandal from the game, but at the attire you wore. a polo with the buttons halfway undone? exposing your cleavage? no one should be seeing those tits, he told himself that over and over. he should be seeing them, biting them, marking them. visions of you helpless for him were quite the reoccurrence, but with someone so innocent he had to tread lightly.

but he was at the point of blowing a fuse.

in a quick motion he stood up, his shoes pounding against the floor with each angry step he took towards you. there was the urge to clutch onto your cheeks, press the pads of his thumbs into either side and make you beg for forgiveness. yet, even someone so incredibly horny like coach steve harrington knew better.

"and you think a fucking slutty outfit is appropriate for a fucking match? always thought you were a smart girl but damn, you are turning into one dim fucking bimbo. y'know that? the fuck you gonna do in life as a dumbass whore-dressing bimbo? ain't no tour gonna want that you little-" and he stopped when he caught sight of your waterline greeted with arriving droplets of tears.

at the sight of such tears he could feel his cock strain, the jeans he wore fasten tighter around him, "you should be on your knees fucking begging for me to keep you on this team."

without a second thought you did as told, sniffling as you dropped down to your knees. the wood flooring felt like a punch to your kneecaps but you couldn't care now. sorrowful mumbles pass through your lips, all of which are apologetic and begging for his mercy, "please don't- don't kick me off the team coach. please don't, please-"

your mouth stops moving when your cheeks feel a sharp clutch on them, and your chin is lifted further upwards, bottom lip tugged down gently.

"i should put that dirty fucking mouth to work."

and he did as he said. the buttons of his jeans drew away from the slits with the hem of the denim crunched eventually down near his ankles. his fingers curled tightly around the waistband of his boxers, the outline of his cock bulging through the thin fabric. you couldn't process completely what was going on and you were only able to look up into his eyes, and see a sort of darkness you've never seen in him before.

steve snickers grimly, patting your cheek with his fingers, "bet that mouth can work, huh. always try to act innocent but i bet you're a damn good cocksucker. and i wanna make sure."

you have no control, but you only nod. you can feel your mouth water once his cock springs from the barriers of the cotton. tip swelled and dripping with precum, bright red as the rest of his length pulses. coach is no patient man, which is way he yanks down your jaw and rams himself between your lips.

once soft skin is stiff with veins protruding against the walls in your mouth. you gagged at the abruptness but he only cackled, tilting his head back and beginning to pound himself into you. his balls reach closer to slapping against your chin with each extra inch he shoves down your throat.

"that's it, suck it like a dirty slut, suck it for your spot on the team," he can't pull his eyes away from you, enticed by the sight of you gasping for air while jammed with almost all of him. gags spill from your mouth, echoing off the walls before he slapped your cheek, "take it all, take all of coaches cock, you little slut."

air is something you forget about, your passage ways stuffed with the fat cock of your lustful couch. beads of saliva start to bubble around your lips until you just begin to drool like an animal. steve can't stop chuckling, lowly and mockingly as you try to breathe in deep but only choke as you do so.

mascara clogs your view with stained tears once he yanks your hair back suddenly, thrusting all of his cock into your mouth. leaving you jam-packed and vulnerable. you can feel him stiffen, the precum on your tastebuds. for a second or so he twitches, "got me fucking close, you like that? making coach cum to keep your spot?"

you don't acknowledge.

"fucking nod that damn head-" and you do. you nod repeatedly before your mouth becomes overflown with cum. you spurt and couch, swallowing the best you could but letting droplets fall from your lips and onto the floor. but steve is groaning like a mess, head rigid from intensely watching your every move with a dropped jaw. trickling sweat raced down his forehead the more he followed your actions, "fucking shit, my perfect little whore, oh fuck, take every drop, every fucking drop." you only want to oblige, so you obeyed him, swallowing. you didn't expect to be greeted with a salty yet almost addictive taste- yet you could've never expected this to ever occur.

it took a second for a once throbbing cock to soften, still lined with excess droplets of cum which are seen once he pulled out, "hm," is the only word that he spoke. steve's eyes study the ground before returning back to you, a malicious smirk present on his face.

"told you to take every last drop, so do it."

it felt beastly to even imagine licking a floor, but with hooded eyes covering dark pupils you have to do as told. eagerly, you crouch down further and drag your tongue across the single drop of cum on the floor. coach laughed, mockingly once again before moved a hand to brush through the locks of your hair.

"good girl, what a fucking good girl." you pop your swollen lips, tinted with a faint color of an almost transparent red.

"thank you, coach."

you smiled, but paused when he spoke again, "been wanting to do that for so fucking long. however, i've got some other plans in mind now."

yet you're eager with a heart that raced while awaiting for whatever was next.

still of course, a little confused.

#perv!steve harrington #Perv!Steve #steve harrington smut #dom!steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #stranger things smut #st4 #tw: innocence kink #eddie munson smut #jonathan byers #billy hargrove #sexy sport #dark!steve harrington #stranger things #steve harrington fanfic

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

daisy, porn links vol. 5

this one plays a bit with the thought of if they were in a modern!au

there might be spoilers in this for the series

daisy series masterlist – p links vol. 1 – vol. 2 – vol. 3 – vol. 4

we back at it again with ace and Steve

those two adorable little idiots who are completely head over heals for each other

one is a total sweetheart

simply the cutest

and the other is just ridiculously hung

but now let's think, let's imagine if they lived in a different time... in our time...

first though? phones. and by phones you just know I'm talking about cameras

because damn this boy would film the shit out of you in a heartbeat

look at the camera, baby...

his always curious hands would often be accompanied by a camera

or maybe he’d even do it without you knowing...

just press record on his phone

and lean the screen away from you so you don't notice.

to you it just looks like his phone fell out of his pocket and is propped up weirdly against his bunched-up jeans.

also the stuff this guy would send you?

oh boy...

it's always a surprise to you, no matter how often he does it

and the way I just know he could convince you to do the same! just to check in

secondly? toys. motherfucking toys.

the things this boy would do if he got his hands on some...

this would probably be one of the first things on his to-do list. have you warm it up in your throat before he fills your ass up with it...

he already has the time of his life when he's playing with you

but if you added toys to the equation? damn... that would be wild

and of course he would ask you to send him videos

oh, come on ace, it's really for your own sake

i just wanna make sure that you’re not doing it wrong

wouldn't want you to accidentally hurt that pretty pussy of yours just because you don't know how to play with your new toys

never mind the jaw-dropping stuff he would send you

just like hey babe, was just thinking about you before I went to bed

don't let the bedbugs bite 😉

anyways, I just love these two so much, ok bye✌️

#lea’s writing #daisy #p link #p links #steve harrington #steve harrington smut #stranger things smut #stranger things p links #steve harrington p links #joe keery smut #perv!steve harrington x reader #perv!steve #perv!steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x female reader smut #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x y/n smut #steve harrington x you

[mamibaddie]

18+ only!! Minors DNI

Just got done watching Scream. Thinking about Eddie and Steve as Ghostface. Instead of killing, they’d use it to stalk you whenever they want to get a bit closer. You’d see shadows outside of your window, sometimes even glimpses of mask itself. They liked the scared look on your face. It’d scare you so much that you end up calling someone you trust the most. Eddie. You’d tell him how scared you were and he’d offer to come over. He snuck in through your window. It surprisingly didn’t take long for him to come over. He claimed he was already in the neighborhood. They’d definitely use the mask to threaten and hurt any guys that are talking about you in a sexual or even romantic way. Instead of calling you and questioning you about scary movies, they’d ask you more sexual, vulgar questions. Like, what does it take to get to the center of your cherry? Eventually they’ll get a little more sadistic with some yandere. Do you dream about a big, strong man to take you late at night? Maybe two? They’d tell you about how they certainly dream about taking you. They’d go from asking questions to telling you about their sick thoughts. How they’d like to handcuff you to a bed, lay you out spread eagle. How they’d love to make you gag and cry your mascara off. A mix of your drool and their cum running down your chin. They’d even leave letters for you in your locker, in your bag, and even underneath your pillow. Each letter would be them professing their love for you, talking about how beautiful you looked in your outfit, and how they go out of their way to buy things that remind them of you. Oftentimes gifting these things to you with the letters. The letters were borderline obsessive. Admitting their love for you from afar. But the thing is, is that they wouldn’t come right out and tell you that you have two admirers. They don’t wanna scare you, so they’d leave little hints. Eddie’s handwriting would be a tad bit messy and Steve’s would be cursive.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x black!reader #eddie the freak munson #steddie x reader #steve harrington x reader #perv!eddie #perv!steve #dark!steve harrington #dark!eddie munson #Steve harrington x black!reader #ghostface!steve #ghostface!eddie

[creelteeth]

a.n. i got this anon and had the idea to make it part two to this little blurb!

18+ content! MDNI

cw: overstim kind of , subby perv!steve , afab reader, thigh fucking

in typical casey fashion the ending is bad, pretend otherwise.

steve couldn't put into words how much power you had over him. he tried but he only babbled incoherent variants of "please" and "wanna fuck you." upon noticing just how desperate and weak willed he was you realized this entire event was going to happen as you wanted. deciding that after all the nasty things he'd been caught doing, he didn't deserve to fuck you quite yet. instead he had to settle for softest parts of your inner thighs.

laying flat on your back, your legs pushed together you let him climb up on top of you, his big hairy thighs straddling yours. tender achey tip pressing into the skin. he didn't seem to care that it wasn't a hole, far too dazed and caught up in the fact that you finally gave him some part of you. it was amusing the way he'd take anything you'd give him, the way his eager hips humped at the space between your legs.

his first orgasm hit him like a truck. he whined and shuddered, cum coating your inner thighs, spurting out to land on your pretty pussy. he wasn't allowed to stop, he knew that. you'd told him if carried on you might just let him stick his cock inside you. he was determined to appease you, despite the way the tip of his cock begged for a break. far too stimulated, the contact teetering an edge of painful. deliciously so.

“please… please I need you, need to fuck you—“ steve whined out the broken words, eager thrusts turning into sloppy slow ones.

his unsteady words cut off by your fingers in his mouth. your index and middle finger stuffing the lace pair of panties you were once wearing in past his lips to quiet him down. you made sure to lay the seat of the underwear flat against his tongue, giving him a taste of the arousal that soaked them. the taste of you make his hips jolt, sensitive tip plunging deeper into the sticky soft plush of your thighs.

"you wanna fuck me?" you questioned, cum covered thighs squeezing around his sensitive tip.

he mewled, drooling around the lace fabric that filled his mouth. nodding desperately in response to your question.

"alright, sit." you instructed, pushing him off you so that he could sit. hands motioning him to sit up straight.

you climbed over into his lap, his desperate hands coming up to grab at your hips but you swatted them away. steve was desperate to feel something, anything. his cock was a bright pink, balls heavy and tight against his thigh. he was nearing an edge of pussydrunk without even being touched by your cunt yet.

using one hand on his shoulder to keep you steady, the other grabbed the base of his cock, holding it still. he began to pant underneath you, eager to feel your soaking wet pussy wrapped around him, though that's not what he was met with. his eyes furrowing in pitiful frustration when you sat on his cock. the tip of his cock aligned with the hood of your swollen clit, folds laying against the shaft.

slowly you began to rock back and forth, your slippery cunt sliding up and down the underside of his cock. clit grinding down against the big thick vein that pulsed through him. your puffy lips engulfed him. using his cock like you would a toy.

"fuck, steve.. feels so good on my clit" you taunted him, fingers combing through the hairy patch on his chest, nails scraping against him tan skin.

if his mouth wasn't still full he'd be begging. his hands gripped at the couch cushions desperately. poor steve, completely overwhelmed by the filth of it all.

you were using him.

you were using him.

you were using him.

he didn't mind being the object of your satisfaction, in fact it drove him fucking crazy — but he was struggling to process it all. the way your clit pulsed when the hood of it got caught against his big meaty tip. the way you dripped and gushed all over his stomach and thighs. it sent shivers over his entire body. shockwaves.

he stared up at you with desperation, hips rocking upwards to meet your moments. the pitiful expression on his face softening you enough to pull the crumbled fabric from his mouth.

the second his mouth was free he was begging. "please—please,please,please..just put it in."

he panted, head falling back against the couch. he was going to cum again. you felt yourself growing needy too, cunt desperate to be filled by his big leaky cock, but you were stubborn. you wanted to push him farther.

'' do you deserve it? " you question him, reaching down to grab onto his balls, rolling them around in your palm.

" god- yes. please just fuck me, please. need to feel you." he hiccuped his words out.

without warning, the hand that fondled his balls moved up, grabbing the base of his cock to hold it up. you angled the swollen end towards your hole, pushing only the very tip of inside. your weeping cunt aching for more already.

"you gonna let me fuck myself on it, stevie?" before you could even finish the question he was nodding furiously. hips bucking up instinctively to push more of himself inside, eyes fluttering shut.

you took advantage of his eyes closing, sinking all the way down in one go. the head of his cock prodding right up against the most sensitive spot. the stretch of his cock made you hiss. you felt so full with him inside you. your walls held tightly around him, not yet relaxed from the intrusion but you began to bounce. sliding your soaking wet walls up and down, swallowing every last inch.

the new found contact made steve become considerably loud. if you didn't know any better you woulda thought this boy was a virgin. he sure acted like one. his hands flew to your hips, aiding in the rapidness of your movements. eyes screwed shut, lips hung open and panting.

"fuck! y-yeah.. fuck my cock. just like that. keep, fuck me, keep doing that." he encouraged you shakily.

the implication of his words made you clench around him. there he was, king steve, coming undone beneath you. you leaned forward, kissing and biting at the skin of his check. following from his clavicle to his neck, up to his ear. pausing to whisper.

"you like when my pussy milks your cock like this, don't you? bet like being used like my own personal toy." you tormented him.

his head fell to rest on your shoulder, body tensing up underneath you. "gonna cum." he spoke weakly, fingertips digging into the plush of your ass.

if you weren't about to spill too you would've made him hold off, but truth be told you craved him. wanted to feel him fuck you full of his remnants, so you egged him on. pressing kisses between each word. "give it to me. want you to fill me up."

being given permission to release inside you sent him over the edge. his arms desperately wrapping around your waist, holding you close and still so that he could fuck upwards into your slippery pussy.

his climax washed over both of you, the feeling of him emptying sending you over the edge. arms wrapping around his neck, hand sifting through the brown tufts of hair at the back of his neck. your sweaty trembling bodies entangling with each other.

you kept him inside you long after you'd come to, enjoying the feeling of fullness. steve still in a haze from the back to back orgasms he'd had, but he didn't let you go.

"I think you completely drained my balls." he joked, exhaustion evident in his face.

you clenched around him, smirking at the weak whine that came from him. "not quite finished with you yet, harrington."

#s.h. #perv!steve #Steve harrington x reader #Steve harrington smut #stranger things smut #perv!Steve is just a sub #the way I wanted the reader to call him puppy but I decided against it #next time... #casey writes