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stvharrngton · 5 months

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Alr I got one for u pookie

“That’s it, fuck, that’s a good girl/boy.” But it’s reader saying it to Steve 😏😏

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pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 1.3k

warnings: smut, 18+ minors dni, mutual masturbation, dom!reader, sub!steve

prompt: “that’s it, fuck, that’s a good boy”

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Steve watched you through heavy eyes as you removed the thin, lacy black material that covered your heat. He was already naked, from head to toe, as he sat back against the headboard of your bed, propped up by plump pillows.

It was the only item of clothing you removed. The matching bra was still squeezing your tits together, the suspenders and stockings hugging your hips and legs so perfectly.

Steve’s jaw was slack, his mouth dry and his heart beating outside of his chest as he watched you saunter to the end of the bed. He curled his fingers into the sheets either side of him as you crawled towards him, that devilish look in your eye. The one you always coined when you were in the mood to tease, or rather torture, him.

“What do you want, Stevie?” you asked, all sweetly. Twirling a strand of your hair around your finger, “Use your words, honey.”

His brain took a second to respond. Not that he didn’t know what he wanted, fuck, he wanted you in any which way you would give yourself to him but he was so entranced and captivated by your oozing confidence and sexiness that he didn’t know if he was coming or going.

“Y-you,” he stammered out, the tips of his ears going a deep shade of red, his stiff cock twitching with every move you made, “want you to touch yourself, want you to touch me.”

“Yeah?” you breathed out, inching closer to where his cock sat against his stomach, “Do you think you can watch me make myself cum, baby? Without touching yourself?”

“I—, fuck,” he groaned, the mere thought of it, the image of you playing with yourself when Steve isn’t able to do a damn thing about it turned him on, an insane amount at that.

“No?” you teased, your hand wandering south, skimming over your soft stomach, “I might let you cum if you can keep your hands to yourself, Stevie.”

He swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded frantically. Hairs flopping across his forehead as he did so. You smirked in response, leaning in to brush your lips over his ever so softly, whispering a ‘good boy’ into his mouth.

Steve didn’t know how he was going to last. His cock was already rock hard, his length leaking precum from the angry red tip. His balls were heavy and ready to be touched, his cock ready to be milked for everything he had. But he was determined, nonetheless. He wouldn’t want to disappoint you, after all.

You took your position at the end of the bed, your legs spread wide, revealing your pussy to Steve. He groaned loudly at the sight, your slick already coating your lips and arousal leaking from your hole. God, he wishes he could taste you right now.

“Hands on your thighs, baby. Where I can see ‘em.” You instructed and Steve did as he was told. Once satisfied you took your index finger and teased your pussy, collecting your juices and spreading it around your cunt, your middle finger joining soon after.

You let a teasing whimper slip as your fingers brushed over your clit and Steve grunted at the sound, his blunt fingernails digging into the meaty flesh of his thighs. You sped up the pace of your fingers, rubbing circles over the sensitive bud as you watched Steve carefully through your lashes.

“Fuck, Stevie,” you mewled, your bottom lip settling between your teeth as you continued to spread your wetness around your pussy, “feels so good, so hot,” you moaned, slipping a finger inside your hole, “but it’s nothing compared to your long, thick fingers.”

You knew it would rile him up. That it would make his task seem even more impossible now. He whined at your words, his hips canting up to try and catch some friction on his cock from the thin air, his cheeks rosy red.

You chuckled at him sympathetically, bringing the finger that had just been inside of you to your lips. You swirled your tongue around the digit, sucking all your juices from it. Steve was itching to touch himself, itching to touch you. He knew he couldn’t keep this up for much longer.

Bringing your fingers back to your pussy, you slipped two inside your cunt now. Doing your best to curl them and scissor them to stretch you out but more importantly, to give Steve one hell of a show.

Steve whined pathetically at the sight, essentially fucking his cock into nothing as he did. “Baby, please,” he groaned, “fuck—, I can’t, ‘m gonna fuckin’ explode.”

“What’s the matter, Stevie?” you cooed, your fingers never letting up as you continued to fuck yourself with them. You couldn’t help but notice how wet his eyes looked, the boy desperately trying to blink away the tears at the corner of his eyes.

“Please, I can’t—,” he stammered, fingers now pulling at his locks in frustration, “need to touch my cock, please baby, I can’t take much more. I’ll be good.”

You contemplated his request for a moment, debating whether he had ‘suffered’ enough. You loved to dominate Steve, to put him in his place. But you could be sympathetic too.

“Go ahead, baby. Stroke that big cock for me.”

Steve wasted no time in lathering his hand in his spit and wrapped his fingers around his hard cock. He started off gentle, soft teasing strokes, like you would do. But the faster your fingers moved inside your pussy, the faster Steve fisted his cock.

He moaned loudly, a pretty little high pitched whine emanating from his soft pink lips. Your cheeks grew hot at the sound, the way Steve looked so fucked out, his hair wild and all over the place, his eyes glassy, it almost had you drooling.

“That’s it, Stevie. Feels good, huh baby?” You praised him, feeling the pressure in your lower stomach build as you rubbed over your clit harshly. And Steve wasn’t far behind.

You both knew it wouldn’t take much for the spurts of sticky white to shoot from his length, you’d been teasing him for too long and he was ready to see stars.

“Gonna cum, Steve,” you moaned, “fuck, want you to watch me cum all over my fingers.

Steve nodded frantically, his fingers squeezing at his cock as he worked himself to the edge. He was panting, his brow sweaty, beads of sweat working their way into the ringlets of his hair. He watched you with a slack jaw as you came. Your back arching as you tried your best not to squeeze your legs together. Your orgasm washed over you as you cried out Steve’s name.

“Oh, fu-uck,” Stevie whined. His eyes traveled down your body, his pupils blown at the sight of your pussy. Dripping wet and a white creamy ring forming at your hole. As you came down from your high, you made quick work of getting Steve to his.

Plunging your fingers into your spent cunt, you collected your juices as you took your place on Steve’s meaty thigh. He was in awe of you, as he most often was, warm brown eyes blinking up at you as he continued to fist his cock.

“Open wide, honey.” You whispered, breathing softly down his neck. You brought your wet fingers to his pretty pink lips, “Want you to suck on my fingers when you cum.”

Steve’s eyes rolled back as his tongue swirled around your digits, feeling the pressure become too much, he squeezed at his cock as ropes of hot cum shot out from the tip, trickling over his hand and stomach.

“That’s it, fuck, that’s a good boy,” you mewled, stroking at his firm chest with your free hand, “I’ve got you, baby, doing so well for me.” The boys eyes scrunched together as he whined around your fingers, his hips rocking up and fucking his cock into his fist.

You removed your fingers from Steve’s mouth, his eyes still closed as he laid back, spent, against the plump pillows. You pressed soft kisses all over his flush face, “Such a good boy.” you cooed.

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galexystern · 3 months

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eyes on the road - 18+

pairing; steve harrington/f!reader

rating; E

warnings; smut (MDNI), teasing, blowjob, fingering, p in v sex, car sex, fluff

word count; 2,350

desc; bored on the road, you come up with a challenge for your boyfriend.

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the lightbulb goes off in the middle of the roadtrip. steve is driving and you’re doing your job as passenger princess perfectly, pointing out farm animals, marveling at the pretty sky, and singing along to the radio, all to keep steve smiling and alert. his hand has been stuck to your thigh since you started the day.

now you’re bored. and as you study steve’s long, meaty fingers, you feel something ripple in your lower stomach. you love steve’s hands—they’re big and soft and gentle—and you love them inside you. you let your mind ruminate on the situation as the heat inside you grows hotter. and then it comes to you.

“baby,” you say innocently, not even looking at him.

“yeah, pretty girl?” your boyfriend asks in response, gripping your leg tighter and making you work to hold in a gasp.

“how good of a driver do you think you are?”

“obviously, i’m a great driver.” he scoffs. “always get everyone there in one piece, don’t i?”

you don’t think that’s the best indicator of good driving, but keep it to yourself so you can continue your mission. “yeah? wanna prove it?”

steve’s eyes narrow and you grin. he can’t resist a challenge. confirming, he replies smugly, “sure, i bet i ace it.”

“okay,” you squeal, making him smile. “only rule is that you can’t stop or pull over, otherwise i stop.”

“stop what?”

but you’re already unbuckling your seatbelt and leaning over to delicately place your lips on his neck. you feel him swallow as you kiss languidly across the open skin, heating underneath your attention. “oh,” he says uselessly, voice croaking a little.

smirking, you keep going, pressing open-mouthed kisses everywhere you can, leaving marks that’ll bruise nicely tomorrow. you kiss over his pulse point and thrill at how fast his heart is racing already. you’ve barely done anything.

you reach down and palm him through his jeans. steve yelps, not expecting it, swerving in the highway lane.

“careful, baby,” you purr, continuing to stroke his clothed cock, delighting in how it hardens under your ministrations. he gulps and nods haphazardly, placing both hands on the wheel and steeling his composure.

or tries, at least. when your other hand joins the first and undoes the button and zipper, revealing his sky-blue boxers, half-hard dick straining at the fabric, he whimpers. but he doesn’t jerk the car to the side of the road, you’ll give him that. you decide to increase the difficulty of the challenge because you can.

“such a good boy for me,” you coo as you slowly pull down the waistband of his underwear to free his cock. it stands at attention for you already and your mouth and cunt get wet at the sight. “barely anything and you’re ready to go.”

“angel,” steve whines, but the pet name cuts off into a groan as you take him in your hand and start stroking him, firm but slow.

“remember,” you sing, “if you stop, i stop.”

you lean down and cover his cock with your mouth. the discomfort of the gear shift digging into your stomach is absolutely worth the filthy moan your boyfriend lets out as you swirl your tongue around the head, licking into the slit to pick up precum as offered. you smile around him; you love being able to practically ruin him, turn him to mush. the power of it goes straight between your legs, and you squirm in your seat as your underwear grows uncomfortably soaked.

one of his hands settles in your hair, not moving you, just gripping the strands as you work. on a particularly hard swallow, he pulls a little and you moan, vibration causing him to jerk his hips a little.

“oh, baby,” he whimpers out. “you’re so good to me.”

you pull off with a pop. “don’t forget this is a test,” you say with fake sternness. he nods stoically. you move your hand to stroke him again, faster this time, and smile manically when his face spasms in brief ecstasy.

“can i have a kiss?” he asks with a petulant edge and pout.

you cock your head, considering. “okay,” you decide, “but a quick one.”

he nods and turns his head so you can kiss him. he tries to turn the tables for a split second, make you open your mouth to his control, but you pull away before he can make it happen. he whines but brings his eyes back to the road, where the car is still driving like nothing out of the ordinary is happening inside it.

“this is very impressive, stevie,” you note, only half-teasingly. “but can you hold on for the climax?” he groans in response as you squeeze the bottom of his shaft in anticipation. you lean down and take him into your mouth again, bobbing your head quickly. his hips start moving periodically, unable not to when your throat is pressing against the head of his cock so deliciously. you hum here and there to enhance the sensation; his fingers tighten in your hair when you do.

“baby, baby, ‘m gonna cum,” steve mumbles out, and you ready yourself just in time for the first squirts of cum to shoot into your mouth. you swallow it all happily as he continues, until he seems exhausted in more ways than one.

you sit back up and wipe your mouth, watching as he pants in the driver’s seat, car still in the middle lane with seemingly no trouble at all.

“that was amazing,” he breathes. “and i did good, didn’t i?”

you shrug. “sure, for the first part.” he glances at you, possibly a little scared. “you don’t think that was the whole thing, right?” you smirk.

as your boyfriend watches from the corner of his eye, you tug off your pants and underwear, and spread your legs across the passenger side, putting yourself on display. he sucks in a loud breath as you part your lips, slick sticking to your fingers as you move them through.

“look at what you did to me,” you pout, and lift two fingers to his face to show him. he darts forward and takes them into his mouth, sucking them clean and moaning. he loves the way you taste. “it’s not fair to leave me unsatisfied, right, honey?”

he shakes his head and you grin. “this is the second part of the test, baby. you think you can ace it still?”

“yes,” he says with all the confidence he can muster, which is not very much.

“well?” you prompt, and he briefly looks at you in confusion. “aren’t you gonna help me?”

he still seems at a loss, so you reach over and grab his hand, moving it so it rests against your pussy. he whimpers as he feels how wet you are, and you sigh happily as he runs his fingers up and down the space. your breath catches when they reach your clit; steve notices, and keeps his fingers there to rub in tight, quick circles.

“oh, fuck, right there, stevie,” you whine, lifting your shirt and bra to play with your nipples. he glances over and his jaw drops at the sight, hand speeding its motions and making you jerk into it.

“you’re so beautiful, angel,” he murmurs, eyes darting between you and the road faster than they should. but the car doesn’t go anywhere and one hand is still locked on the wheel, holding on for dear life. “wish i could taste you right now. i’d devour you. i’d eat you whole.”

your bite your bottom lip at the idea. “please, baby,” you beg mindlessly.

steve knows, he always does. his fingers move from your clit to your entrance and circle it enticingly. “is this what you need, pretty girl? need my fingers inside you?”

you nod with a wanton moan.

“what’s the magic word?”

“i already said it,” you whine.

he chuckles meanly. “not that one. the other one.”

your jaw clenches at the realization, and then you groan out, “please, daddy.”

“that’s my girl,” he praises, and slides one finger in. he pumps it slowly, and soon enough, you’re begging for more. thankfully he listens without preamble, and adds a second finger to thrust into you. his thumb sneaks up to rub your clit, and you whimper. you clench around him as his fingers curl up and hit that spot that drives you crazy. “that’s it, sweetheart,” he soothes. “cum all over my fingers. wanna see you fall apart.”

a few seconds later you do, body tensing and then relaxing into jelly as your orgasm washes over you. steve’s hand slows to a stop and then he removes his fingers, sucking off your juices with a happy hum. you gaze at him, vision hazy, relaxed smile permanently etched into your expression.

“well?” steve prompts. “did i pass?”

“just like you said you would,” you reply warmly.

“told you. now, can i please pull over?” he motions down with his head and you follow his gaze to his cock, swiftly on its way to becoming fully hard again.

you giggle. “already, handsome? that’s more impressive than passing my test.” he growls softly and you smirk. “i guess it’s only fair you get a reward, baby.”

almost instantly, he’s switching lanes and taking the first exit you come across. you thank the stars that you’re in a particularly woodsy area and it’s relatively easy to find a secluded spot; just seeing how ready he is for round two is getting you going again very nicely.

as soon as he’s pulled into a random stretch of foliage and thrown the car in park, he’s reaching for you and you’re leaping at him all at once, mouths crashing together violently. you both groan at the taste of each other—the remnants of you on his tongue makes you push in further to chase it.

steve hauls you over to his side of the car, moving the seat back so you can sit comfortably without the wheel pressing into you. he grunts when your drenched cunt rubs against his hard dick, the feeling so delicious that you keep your hips moving.

“angel, sweetheart,” he says between desperate kisses. “you ready for me?”

“beyond ready,” you breathe against his lips, and you can feel his smirk. he helps you sit up and then lines himself up with your entrance, stroking himself a few times before letting you sink down onto him.

you keen loudly as his jaw drops, the stretch and burn exquisite. every ridge, every vein, slides against your walls, you feel it all as he bottoms out, tip sitting pleasantly just against your cervix.

“move when you’re ready, honey,” steve says, voice strained, and you feel a wave of love for him wash over you. he never rushes you, never makes you do anything until you want to, never wants to hurt you, especially during something that’s supposed to be so enjoyable and intimate. you lean forward and catch his mouth in a sweet kiss, slowly raising up and then slowly sitting yourself back down, swallowing the moan he lets out at the pressure of you around him.

you start gradually but soon your movements are fast and hard, feeling like you can never get enough of him, like you’d rather swallow him whole than let him go again.

“oh, i love you, angel,” your boyfriend murmurs, eyes closed tight and hands in a death grip on your hips, and you whine at how he can seemingly read your mind, or how he’s feeling the exact way about you that you are about him in this moment, or how his cock pulses inside you, or all three. he takes that whine as direction—maybe it was that too—and lifts you so he’s pistoning his hips so hard the sound of slapping skin fills the car, mixing with the smell of sex.

“love you so much, daddy,” each word of yours matching the tempo of his thrusts, and he moans, almost delirious with love for you.

his actions start stuttering at some point and you know he must be close. proving it, he says, “can you cum with me, sweetheart?” at your nod, which he echoes, he continues, “go on, touch yourself for me, baby. ‘m so close, feel like i’m gonna explode.” you press two fingers to your clit and move them erratically, bottom lip going white as your teeth clench into it so hard. “that’s it, angel,” steve soothes, looking like he’s hanging on by a thread. “look so good riding me like this, never wanna see you do anything else.”

“oh, oh, oh, i‘m cumming!” you wail as your orgasm bursts inside you, making you clench around steve’s cock rhythmically, which in turn makes him finally let go and spill into you. you groan and then collapse against him, breathing heavily.

“that’s my girl,” steve says softly as he holds you close, stroking down your hair and back, kissing your temple and cheek as you come down from the high with him. when you feel stable enough, you start matching his kisses, eventually finding your way to his mouth and kissing him sweetly, lips moving with no specific intention, just loving the feeling of his on yours like always.

you lift yourself off of him slowly, and he helps you settle back in the passenger seat. he opens the middle console and pulls out tissues—the softest money can buy—and hands them to you, knowing you usually like to do it yourself. you give him a loving look that he returns before wiping yourself and righting your clothing. steve does the same, checking the area for peeping toms, but it’s deserted.

he starts the car and pulls onto the road, hand coming back to rest on your thigh as he gets on the highway.

“maybe you should come up with challenges more often,” your boyfriend muses, “if that’s the outcome.”

you laugh, and he glances at you with all the adoration in the world, as you drive towards the setting sun.

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thyme-in-a-bubble · 1 year

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entangled

a/n: you asked for it and here it is! some fucking hentai level smut

warnings: devil!Eddie Munson x reader x angel!Steve Harrington, smut, tentacle sex, kissing, oral, dirty talk, fingering, unprotected sex, vaginal penetration, anal penetration, double penetration, squirting, creampie, impact play, choking, multiple orgasms, bondage (but like with their tentacles...)

word count: 2918

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Kneeling at the foot of your bed, you blissfully closed your eyes as both of the towering creatures in front of you tapped their heavy dicks upon your presenting tongue and spit-covered cheeks. Gently lulling your head from side to side, you gave each of them little kitten licks and sloppy kisses, squeezing your thighs together as your arousal flowed just as freely as your saliva dripping down their lengths.

At your next light peck to Eddie's tip, he bucked forward and caused your eyes to momentarily go wide at the sudden mouthful. “Look at me, sweetheart,” and your bright eyes found his dark ones, “that’s it,” he growled as he then proceeded to feed you more of his girth than you thought possible. As he came to tickle the beginning of your throat with shallow but confident thrusts, you felt your body tense and your head instinctually reeled back from the nauseating sensation, but even as you tried, your head just wouldn’t move back, something at the base of your skull was preventing it to.

Gagging lightly as you glanced down to realise that it wasn’t any of the men’s hands that had, without you noticing, fastened in your hair, them clearly being glued on the bases of their lengths and therefore not the source.

“Fuck, your throat feels so fucking good when you make that sound,” you heard, your hands shooting up to the devil's hips as he rocked deep enough down your throat for the imprint to be seen from the outside.

Borderline slapping him pleadingly on his meaty thighs, the sudden exclamation from Steve, “stop it!” somehow caused the hold on you to disappear enough for you to tumble back. Heaving and panting, you blinked your watery eyes up to witness the blissed-out, curly-haired man being yanked back by some unknown force your blurry vision could not yet detect, “seriously, Munson? I told you not to pull that shit.”

“Oh, come on, man,” Eddie chuckled, seemingly restrained against the far side wall, “lighten up, I was just helping her along.”

“We talked about this,” your vision gradually cleared up and what you first thought was just your tearful eyes playing tricks on you turned out to be something that made you swap out your visceral coughs for an audible gasp, “don’t just spring that shit on her without at least a warning first.”

“Um, guys?” you stared at the translucent robes that shimmered around Eddie’s form, “what-… what is that?”

At the sound of your small voice, Steve’s face dropped any sign of anger and glanced back at you, the hold around Eddie suddenly dropping, causing him to sink back down to his feet. “It’s-, um…” he tried, as you slowly peeked down to see long tendrils, black as tare, retract down your back and slither against the mattress around you. It was like a monster, creeping out from under the bed, just slowly sliding around you like snakes. “It’s okay, it’s alright,” Steve rushed towards you and picked up your shocked expression in his hands, “it’s just us.”

“What?”

“It’s-, um, th-that’s us,” he stumbled, worried that you might let out a scream in terror.

“…that’s you?” you felt Steve pick up your hand as you looked around at the strange tendrils and came to rest your eyes upon Eddie.

A black and glossy length bigger than any of the ones around you appeared not too far from the cocky devil as he flashed you a soft smile, “that’s me,” and the tentacle unexpectedly offered you a small wave, making it impossible for you to stop the small giggle the bubbled out your slightly sore throat, “but the sneaky ones there is Steve,” he grumbled and gestured to the almost invisible ones that twinkled with the purest of gold and silver, still slightly on guard behind him.

“Hey,” Steve shot back at Eddie as his tendrils began to swirl into witty shapes, “cut it out.”

“Oh, come on, just look at her,” he chuckled, not slowing down, “she loves it.”

He wasn’t completely wrong there. Glancing back at you, Steve caught sight of your slowly blooming smile.

Gently summoning one right beside him, seemingly making it slink down from the lightbulb glowing above you, Steve checked, “do you, sweetheart?” as you carefully reached out to touch the see-through slither, the sparkles within it brightening around your fingertip’s touch, “it’s okay if you don’t.”

With the smile upon your lips not dimming one bit, Eddie strolled back towards you and commented crudely, “of course you fucking do,” his amusement rubbing off on you, “should have known a little slut like you would be into this.”

With both back at your side, your vision drifted back down towards their throbbing cocks and you felt the angel let go you’re your hand. Glancing back up at them, you wordlessly parted your lips and stuck your shiny tongue out just enough for them to get the message.

With a light chuckle, you smiled as Steve gave his dick a few short pumps before getting a bit closer, letting you travel the rest of the way before your swollen lips were stretched around his girth. As you lifted one of your hands up to aid in your efforts on his generous length, it was quickly swatted away by his own gentle fingers, “no hands, sweetheart, please, I just wanna feel that hot little mouth of yours,” eyes crinkling up as you smiled around his girth, you bobbed your head gently.

Slipping off his tip with a pop, you ran your tongue down the side, glancing up at him as you traced the prominent veins. Out of pure instinct, you lifted your fingers once more, but just as they came into contact with his heavy sack, one of his glistening tendrils wrapped itself around your wrist and yanked it down.

“I said no hands,” he repeated, cocking his head in light-hearted warning, “not on me, not on Eddie.”

“Honey,” one of Eddie’s black lengths slithered around your other wrist as he jerked his leaking cock inches away from your face, “there would be no doubt in your mind if we wanted you to simply jerk us off because your little hands would go completely numb from how hard we’d have you grip us.”

Lapping another gentle lick to Steve’s tip, Eddie’s thumb came to press your chin down, parting your lips further, “open wide, sweetie,” as he nudged himself up beside his partner, his bulbous head breaching your soft lips at the same time as Steve’s did, both of them prodding your tongue, though the addition of a flickering length teasing your tingling clit soon made it difficult to do anything other than moan against them.

Glancing at each other, the guys then gave each other a small nod and silently agreed on a move that made you lose your breath completely. Feeling a cluster of both of their tentacles snake around you more and more, wrapping you up and caging you in like a comforting vest surrounding your bosom, a few also swirling around your clenching thighs before your world was suddenly flipped on its head. A sharp yelp was pushed out of your lungs as you tried to orientate your new perspective, your body now lifted off the bed and suspended upside down with your thighs spread wide.

“Oh my god!” you exclaimed, an amazed chuckle seeping out as well.

Landing a sharp slap to your glistening folds, you heard Eddie whisper, “you shut the fuck up,” the adoration clear in his hushed tone as one of his inky lengths soared down to stuff your mouth full, successfully muffling your moans.

Craning your head to look at more than just their legs, you watched as Eddie moved to stand behind you, his touch never leaving your skin.

“Look at that,” Steve’s fingers came up to pinch your puffy lips together, rolling your clit within the hold, “so fucking pretty,” he let go with another small tap.

Gliding a finger through your soaked petals, Steve slowly sank one into your quivering hole, only managing to bury half of his digit before another one slid in beside it, though it wasn’t another one of his own, it was Eddie’s, the devil being too greedy not to feel your warmth himself now that you were essentially spread out on a silver platter for him.

“Shit,” Eddie breathed as you felt their prodding fingers retract, though your centre didn’t stay bare for long as the devil then bowed down for a taste, sucking in your clit like it was a sour candy and releasing it again with a pop. Both of his palms were spread out on your ass, one on each cheek, smacking it as he enjoyed the way your abundant wetness trickled down even there, “barely even begun and look what a mess you’ve already made…” he purred as your knees came up to bend a bit more, your heels briefly resting upon his shoulders till he straightened back up.

What you then briefly mistook as their curious fingers spreading you apart was actually a few of Steve’s smaller iridescent strands pulling your folds to either side, “she’s so perfect,” a dollop of his spit landed in the glistening valley and quickly pulled down to mix in with your own juices, “crying out for us like that,” he slapped your clit again, then kept his palm on you like a magnet, sliding it down, “begging us to stretch you out till you fucking pass out,” you whimpered around the dark girth as he plunged a finger not only into your pussy, but also extended a long one down to press against you little rosebud, feverishly rocking into both your holes and making his fingers kiss through the thin wall inside of you.

“We are gonna fucking destroy you, sweetheart,” Eddie kissed your inner thigh sloppily as Steve’s fingers stopped their hungry examination.

Barely even registering as the black tendril was suddenly ripped out of your mouth and the rest of them swiftly flipped you around once again, leaving you a swaying mess as the blood rush back down from your head.

“Fuck,” you panted, dizzily blinking up at Steve as you saw Eddie in your periphery kiss your flush cheek.

“I have a question for you, baby,” Steve asked as he raised one of his twinkling treads up to brush the hair out of your face, “do you want these?” you watched as his fingers danced down your body, dragging down over the many contrasting tentacles woven around your body like a lattice cage and similar to a marionette doll keeping you up, “or do you want us?” his travelling hand left your body completely and grasped the base of his cock, wagging the stiffness playfully near your exposed cunt.

Genuinely torn, you mumbled, “I, um, I…” wanting both so badly that your whole body shook.

“Tick tock, tick tock,” Eddie pressed his cheek against your own as he slid his palms over your waist, “what’s it gonna be?” his own hardness rolled against your lower back.

“You-, you!” you blurted out through your haze, “I want you!”

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” Eddie chuckled directly in your ear, “they aren’t a one-time offer, we’ll make sure to have some fun another day…”

Rotating your head to gaze at him, it didn’t take more than a single shared breath before his mouth was on yours, tongue messily dancing against your own as your thighs soon jumped slightly from the much-anticipated pleasure of the bulbous head of Steve’s dick parting your sobbing petals and nudging against your buzzing clit till you were crying out against Eddie’s tongue.

Absconding from the sticky kiss, your head fell back against the devil’s shoulder and your eyes fluttered shut, “please,” you whimpered.

“Please what, sweetheart?” Steve tapped his heavy cock rudely against your folds, causing your restrained hips to buck up in search of more, “what do you want me to do, huh?”

Feeling Eddie’s hands glide up to fondle your tits, harshly tugging at your nipples, you pouted, “you know w-what, please stop teasing.”

“Oh, you don’t like it when I tease?” he laughed, “since when did that happen?”

“P-please,” you nearly sobbed, feeling yourself nearing the edge already, “please, please, please.”

“You gonna be a good girl for us?” Eddie whispered in your ear, “not complain and trust that we got you?”

“Y-yes,” your voice shook from the intensity as you felt Steve press his lips against yours, muffling your moans as he slowly pressed into you, not stopping till you were filled to the brim.

“That’s it,” he pulled back, a string of saliva still connecting you, “there she is,” he commented on the way your eyes rolled back from the force of his building rhythm, “there’s our girl. That’s what you wanted, huh?”

But your answer didn’t come in the form of words as a trembling orgasm washed over you.

“You know what, Steve? I think it was,” Eddie chuckled, kissing your blissed-out form as he willed your still-bound hands to meet each other over your bottom, conveniently right where his twitching length was grinding into you, leading him to instead begin to fuck into your relaxed fists.

Rolling his hips into you, slowly clawing you back from that cloud you had briefly floated away on, you heard Steve grunt, “Munson,” feeling your ass magically spread apart, “get in there, yeah?” one of his glistening tendrils flicked against your rosebud.

“Yeah? You sure she’s up for that today?” he teased.

“Please,” the angel chuckled, pressing a few of his thin lengths into your empty hole, “just listen to how fucking wet she is, should be easy enough.”

You moaned, squeezing Eddie’s cock in want as the glimmering tendrils found the same pace as Steve’s dick, though also gradually opening you up in a presentational fashion for the devil to come a-knocking.

“You wanna be filled up, sweetheart?” you felt Eddie add one of his own to the party.

“Do it, please, I’m ready,” you blubbered through your enchanting moans, “I’m ready, I’m-”

And with that, your hasty words morphed into a breathy cry as Eddie in one swift motion slid out of your grasp, sufficiently retracted the tendrils, and buried his tip into your ass.

“F-fuck,” he shuttered, growling in the crook of your neck, “you feel so good,” he slowly started giving you more, ever so gradually working you up to his full length.

Just like a puppet strung in between the two creatures, you were at their complete and total command, just the slightest tug of a string and you were arranged exactly how they wanted you.

Glancing down at how your pussy was gripping onto Steve’s fat girth and staining his base with a ring of your desperate cream, you heard Eddie’s ragged voice find your ear once more, “you sure you don’t want us to stretch you out even more?” one of his black tendrils snaked up your body and slithered around your neck, “sneak some more of us into you? You wanna be stuffed to the brim, huh?” his palm found your cheek with a few sharp taps, “filled up so much you start crying? Or is this already too much for you?”

“Too much, too much!” you gasped, still feeling his handprint on your blissed-out cheek.

“Oh yeah, you sure about that?” Steve chimed in, locking his hazy eyes with your own, “because I think you can take it,” his fingers dug into your sides as he attempted to persuade you, “for me, you can,” his own fast-approaching end reading clear in his fuzzy expression.

“No, no, no, no, no, I can’t!” the words flowed out of you like running water, “you-, you’re-, fuck, you’re so fucking deep! I-, I can’t take any more than this!”

“Yet,” you could hear the smirk on Eddie’s lips, “you can’t take any more yet,” a translucent length slithering around to flick your clit rudely, although when lowered your vision you look at where all three of you met, you saw the tentacle swell and grow, no longer just tickling your sensitive pearl, but pressing down and rubbing it so hard your legs began to shake.

When the angel then gutturally emptied himself within you, you were nearly too gone yourself to notice, screaming out in protest as you felt his hard pace slow down, “keep going! Don’t stop! Please!”

If your hands hadn’t been restrained you would have surely yanked him back in as he pulled himself out of your squelching pussy, a small spurt of your blissful rain chasing after his cock.

“Don’t worry,” Steve nearly laughed at your desperation as he swiftly replaced his dick with another glistening tendril, the angle it drove at forcing more liquid to squirt out, showering the entity in front of you with your euphoric juices, “I’ve got you, honey,” he smiled as your body convulsed before him, spilling everything you had as Eddie bit down on your shoulder harshly and likewise tumbled over the same edge.

“That’s our girl,” you peeked open your dazed eyes to see Steve kneeling in front of you, “look at that, baby,” he admired as Eddie took a step back, letting his softening cock slip out of your twitching hole, “look at how much you came,” you glanced down at the collective juices dripping out of your swollen centre, “made such a fucking mess for us.”

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steddieasitgoes · 5 months

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Pulling triple duty with this one.

Written for @steddiemas Day 29: Holiday Parties and @thefreakandthehair Spicy Six Winter Fanworks Challenge. It's also a holiday sequel to my big bang fic Signed, Sealed Delivered, I'm Yours

My prompt for the Winter Fanworks Challenge was: “If I wear that sweater to work, my boss will kill me."

Tags: Established relationships, Christmas Fluff, Christmas Party, Mailman Steve, Platonic Soulmate Steve Harrington & Robin Buckley, Slice of Life

wc: 4003 | Rating: T

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The Brookbridge Post Office holiday party is a tradition that dates back long before Steve joined the ranks. Every year Warren splurges on renting out a private room at a restaurant or banquet hall before passing all the planning off to his assistant of the month. The only rule, as far as Steve’s aware, is that it has to be tied to some charity organization so that he can write the whole thing off later.

This year is no different as the invitation he finds shoved into his work locker has the Toys for Tots logo front and center. What is different is the attire section that requests all guests break out their best holiday sweaters for the occasion.

Steve’s not sure what constitutes a holiday sweater, but he has a closet full of knit red and green ones that’ll surely work. No sweat off his back. Especially since he’s also done with the toy shopping.

The holiday party isn’t Steve’s favorite way to spend a random Saturday in December, but he always sucks it up and goes. Usually drags Robin along with him so they can stand in the corner getting drunk off free drinks while making fun of Tommy and his gang of mini-me’s as they try to hit on everyone’s plus ones.

It’s not the highlight of their holiday season by any means, but it's a tradition they’ve had going for years now. One he’s not sure he wants to break this year even though he could take Eddie as his romantic plus one. Which is exactly what he tells Robin during their Saturday movie marathon.

They’re sprawled out on the couch, Dumpster between them, with Christmas Vacation playing in the background. They’ve seen it enough times to quote the entire thing from memory so neither minds the interruption. It’s not like they ever actually watch movies on their Saturday movie afternoons anyway.

“Are you kidding me, Steve?” Robin snorts, lobbing a pillow at his head. “Of course, you’re taking Eddie!”

“But we always go together.”

“Only because you never have a date!”

“So, what? You’ve been going all these years as my pity plus one?” Steve asks, nudging her with his knee.

“I’m sorry, did you think I liked hanging out in some stuffy banquet hall listening to Hagan and his little groupies try to hit on me?”

“Don’t forget the year Warren hit on you.” Robin retches, startling Dumpster from her slumber. The cat yawns before slowly climbing off the couch and down the hallway in search of somewhere quieter to sleep.

“Take Eddie. It’ll be fun!”

“Don’t you think two months of dating is too soon to be taking him to work events?”

This time it’s Robin’s bony knee that jabs into the meaty flesh of his thigh.“Jesus, Robs,” he hisses, pulling the hem of his shorts up to check for instant bruising.

“You’re dumber than I thought if you really think you and Eddie have only been dating for two months. What about all those months before, huh?” Steve doesn’t say anything, just rolls his eyes in silent protest. She��s not wrong, but she’s not right either. “Besides, it’s not like he hasn’t already met some of the people from work when he goes to the post office.”

“I mean, yeah, I guess you’re right,” Steve sighs. Still, there’s something lingering in the pit of his stomach. A gnawing, unpleasant weight that he can’t shake. He takes a moment to collect his thoughts before he brings a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose. “Tommy’s going to be there, though.”

The same Tommy who has been a Grade-A douchebag since getting removed from Steve’s route and put back on sorter/greeter duty. Steve’s not sure why he doesn’t just quit if he’s so miserable but every day he finds himself on the receiving end of a lackluster death glare.

Also, the same Tommy who gave Eddie the nickname “Mr. Dreamy.” The same Tommy who relentlessly hit on Eddie until he finally got thrown out of his house once and for all.

The same Tommy who has no idea that the guy Steve is seeing, because yes, Tommy knows Steve is seeing someone and teases him about it daily, is said, Mr. Dreamy.

Bringing Eddie into that is a recipe for disaster. One Steve’s not sure he even wants to subject himself to, let alone Eddie.

“On second thought,” Robin says, scrambling to sit up. “Can you take two guests? I will suffer the gross gazes and bad pick-up lines of your male coworkers just so I can see Hagan’s face fall when he realizes you’re dating the guy he was after.”

Steve laughs despite himself, shaking his head. If there’s one thing Robin loves, it’s being a fly on the wall for some good, old-fashioned drama.

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With Robin officially denying his plus-one invitation, Steve sets out to ask Eddie.

It’s not a big deal in the grand scheme of things, he knows this, but something about it also feels like a Big Deal — with a capital B and D. Sure, they’ve branched out from their routine lunch dates — they have a standing Sunday brunch double date with the girls and make a point to go out at least once during the week, plus Steve regularly stops by the shop now, but it's different inviting Eddie to go to a work event with him.

It’s another step in their relationship.

One toward a more permanent future and Steve doesn’t want to fuck it up by scaring Eddie away.

So he spends a week testing the waters. Asks Eddie about his holiday plans over Toasty Treats’ legendary holiday turkey sandwich on Tuesday. Brings up Tommy’s latest fuck up over chili leftovers on Thursday to gage Eddie’s feelings about him (“Jesus H. Christ he really is an idiot,” he laughs, clearly poking fun, but not in the teasing way he does with Steve that always makes his cheeks heat up). During brunch on Sunday, he goads Robin into sharing a fun anecdote from last year's party where one too many cocktails had her and Steve taking over the karaoke machine serenading guests all night with off-key renditions of Christmas carols.

When Steve steals a glance at Eddie he finds him smiling and laughing along with the story.

And just like that the seed is planted.

Steve finally gets the courage to ask the question he’s been dancing around for a week on Tuesday over leftover Chinese takeout.

“Course I’ll be your plus-one, Stevie,” Eddie answers mouthful of Chow-Mien. “I’ll be your plus-one anytime, anywhere, any—”

“Alright, you sap,” Steve laughs, leaning over the table to steal a kiss.

“Does this mean I’m finally going to see the back room where the mail sorter fairies work?”

“Unfortunately not. The party’s at the banquet hall in town.”

“Dammit,” Eddie sighs.

“Oh, and you have to wear a Christmas sweater.”

“Love me a good theme!”

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Turns out, what Steve considers a Christmas sweater is very different from what Eddie considers a Christmas sweater. A fact he’s currently in the midst of learning as he glances around Eddie’s bedroom.

“Stevie, sweetheart, love of my life,” Eddie says, clasping his hands in front of him as he rocks on the balls of his feet. “That is not a Christmas sweater.”

Steve glances down at the knit sweater he’s wearing before fisting the hem and pulling it away from his chest to get a better look. He’s not sure what Eddie’s talking about. It’s totally a Christmas sweater!

“Yeah it is, Eds,” he defends. “It has a reindeer and a tree on it. That’s pretty Christmas.”

Eddie gawks for a moment before scrubbing a hand down his face. Steve knows he only does that when he’s frustrated so he braces for whatever he’s going to say.

“Objectively speaking, yes, it is a Christmas sweater. But it’s also not a Christmas sweater.”

This time it’s Steve who gawks at Eddie. He’s used to Eddie getting worked up over random things, but this is a new one. “Okay Christmas Sweater expert, what is an appropriate Christmas sweater then.”

“I’m glad you asked,” Eddie grins before stalking over to the pile of clothes on his bed. He shuffles through the clothes for a moment, tossing a few shirts to the wayside before he shouts victoriously and turns around clutching a red sweater in his hands. “Now this is a Christmas sweater.”

Steve can’t help the cackle that escapes him the minute his eyes land on the sweater. It’s a red monstrosity with an upside-down snowman sprawled out over the entire thing. A plastic carrot of some sort protrudes off and hanhs low, blending with the tinsel on the hat and two blue ornament balls that also dangle low

“If I wear that sweater to work, my boss will kill me,” Steve says through laughter.

“Oh come on, it’s not that bad!”

“Eddie!” Steve squawks, brows knitted together. “It’s literally a dick and balls!”

“Warren is a buzz kill,” Eddie sighs, tossing the sweater aside. Without another word, he reaches for another sweater from the mess on his bed and turns around. “What about this one?”

This one is green with a gingerbread man smiling in the middle. It looks innocent enough except for the fact that the gingerbread has bloodshot eyes and the words “let’s get baked” are stitched in big white letters followed by a marijuana leaf.

“Are you trying to get me fired? Again!”

“Hey,” Eddie scolds playfully. “I didn’t get you fired, I got you demoted. And we agreed it was both our fault. Don’t be putting the blame on me! Besides I’m just sticking with the theme.”

“Baby, the theme is Christmas sweaters not whatever this is,” Steve says waving his hands in the air.

“These are Christmas sweaters.”

“I mean, yeah, they’re technically Christmas sweaters but they’re not appropriate!” Steve laughs. “Where did you even find them?”

“Are you forgetting I work with artists all day? Me and the guys make them.”

“You made these?” Steve asks, snatching the sweater from his hands to get a better look.

Up close it's easier to tell that they’re homemade. The stitches are slightly askew, a missing thread or two here and there. Overall though they’re store-like quality. He didn’t even know Eddie could sew let alone sew an entire inappropriate Christmas sweater. If the tattooing thing doesn’t work out, maybe he and the Hellfire guys should start a clothing line.

“That’s pretty impressive actually.”

“So, does that mean you’ll wear one?”

“To my work party? Absolutely not,” Steve laughs.

“Come on,” Eddie whines. “Nowhere on that invite does it say it has to be appropriate!”

“I’m pretty sure it’s implied! Maybe you can get away with that at the shop's holiday parties, but Brookbridge is full of stuck-up employees. Warren might be sleeping with his assistant but I don’t think he’ll appreciate this,” Steve says, lifting the gingerbread sweater.

“I guess that means I should change then.”

“Wait, you’re wearing one of these right now?” Eddie nods, coaxing another chuckle from Steve. “What does yours look like?”

“Thought you’d never ask.”

With eyes shining with mirth and that crooked smile, Steve loves so much, Eddie slowly peels off his leather jacket revealing the Christmas sweater he’s been wearing. It’s hunter-green and looks incredibly soft to the touch. Unfortunately, the words “Well Hung” are stitched in a bright green across the chest. Four baubles are stitched on underneath in various sizes trying their best to make the phrase Christmas-appropriate instead of the innuendo it is.

“Oh my god,” Steve wheezes, doubling over in laughter. It takes him a minute to compose himself and when he does Eddie is standing there beaming with pride. “S’clever and definitely true.” Eddie’s smile grows even wider at that. “But yeah, I think you should change, baby.”

“Ugh, you’re no fun,” Eddie groans.

“Hey, I’m plenty fun,” he says, quickly closing the distance between them. Steve gets his hands on Eddie, wrapping them around his middle and pulling him flush with his chest before searing a kiss to his lips. “But I don’t want to give Tommy any ideas. Don’t think he’d back off if he saw you advertising yourself like this.”

Eddie hums in consideration before reluctantly agreeing. Wiggling out of Steve’s grasp, he yanks the sweater off and tosses it onto the bed with the other rejected sweaters. Then, he sulks over to his closet to search for another sweater. A few minutes pass, nothing but the sounds of plastic hangers clanging against the metal rod filling the room before Eddie turns around with a huff.

“So, turns out I don’t have any appropriate Christmas sweaters.”

Steve laughs, shaking his head. “Don’t worry, I have a spare lying around. We’ll just stop by my place before heading over.”

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They get intercepted by Debbie as they’re trying to leave, costing them an extra ten minutes they don’t have to spare. That added with the detour to Steve’s place and the inevitable quickie that follows when they realize Robin isn’t home makes them an hour late to the party.

But it’s not a big deal. Hardly anyone but Betty even realizes they’re late. And the only reason she notices is because she’s smoking outside the door when they get there.

“You clean up nice,” she says like she does every holiday party. Tossing the cigarette to the floor, she snubs it out with the toe of her boots before slowly dragging her eyes up Eddie. “You do too, Eddie, right?”

“Uh, yeah, I’m Eddie. And thank you, ma’am.”

Betty tsks, waving her hand in the air. “None of this ma’am crap. Just Betty is fine. Steve’s told me lots about you. Have you made a decision on that P.O. Box yet?”

Steve has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from snorting. That day doesn’t leave the best taste in his mouth considering how it ended, but it did start out with a lot of promise.

“Oh, uh, I don’t think it’s for me. S’much easier to have my mail delivered to me. Especially when he’s doing it.”

Betty glances at Steve and gives him another slow once over before winking at the both of them. “M’sure it is,” she laughs. “You boys better get in there. Don’t want to miss the fun.”

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The banquet hall is decorated just as it always is. A giant Christmas tree sits in the middle. A handful of tables surround a small dance floor. There’s a buffet of food on one end, the donation table on the other. A small band is set up on stage, serenading the crowd with a mix of Top 40s and holiday hits. No karaoke machine this year much to Eddie’s chagrin.

After a round of drinks, Steve gets to mingling, introducing Eddie to the handful of coworkers he actually likes. The introductions are brief and his co-workers are quick to share embarrassing stories about Steve’s early days on the job with Eddie who listens and laughs along.

Eventually, Warren finds them, his wife draped lovingly on his arm while his assistant throws daggers his way from the bar. Steve puts on his best smile and expertly navigates the small talk, making a point to compliment Warren’s wife and joke about her being out of his league. Warren’s quick to excuse the both of them after that.

“He gives me the creeps,” Eddie shivers, watching as he guides his wife through the sea of people with a hand on the small of her back all the while making eyes with his assistant across the room.

“He’s definitely a douchebag,” Steve agrees.

He takes a sip of his drink as he scans the room. They’ve been here for almost two hours now and he hasn’t spotted Tommy once. Usually, he’s the center of attention at these things. Dancing up a storm and making it a point to flirt with everyone’s plus ones. Maybe he’s already staked his claim on someone and is getting lucky in the bathroom, Steve thinks before shaking the thought from his head. Who is he kidding, Tommy doesn’t have that kind of luck.

If he’s honest with himself, he’s sort of bummed that Tommy hasn’t made his presence known to him yet. Not because he wants to see him, he’d be happy going the rest of his life without having to share the same room with the guy, but because he wants to show Eddie off. And, okay, maybe he also wants to see Tommy’s face fall like Robin wanted to.

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Steve is swaying with Eddie on the dance floor when the devil that is Tommy shithead Hagan finally materializes. He’s beyond tipsy, uneven on his feet, and freckled face flushed redder than Steve’s ever seen it. His eyes are glossy and his lips are curled in a way that sends alarm bells blaring in Steve’s head.

Trouble is afoot.

Afoot? Christ he’s spending too much time with Eddie.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t Harrington.” He practically spits before whipping his head to stare at Eddie. “And oh, look what the postman dragged in. Yesterday’s mail!”

“I’m sorry,” Eddie says, taking a step toward Tommy. He gives Steve a mischievous look before cocking his head to the side as he gives Tommy his full attention. “Do I know you?”

“Oh don’t play coy in front of your little boy toy, darling,” Tommy slurs, reaching out to rest a hand on Eddie’s shoulder.

It takes all the strength in Steve’s body not to reach out and yank his arm away. Thankfully, Eddie does it for him, shrugging the offending hand off with more force than necessary.

“Oh come on,” Tommy scoffs, more of a whine than anything else. “Don’t pretend like we didn’t have the best times when Harrington got himself demoted. What’s it like getting my sloppy seconds, Harrington?”

“Watch it, Tommy,” Steve scolds, taking a step closer to Hagan. He’s not going to make a scene, he’s not. But he’s also not going to stand here and let him talk about Eddie like that.

Eddie scoffs, shaking his head. “If I’m anyone’s sloppy seconds I’m Steve’s. And they are very sloppy if you catch my drift.”

Steve bites the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. He knows he shouldn’t encourage this, but it's hard to be the bigger person when Tommy is standing right there purposely antagonizing him for his own gain. Sue him for wanting to play the game just a little.

“Sorry, Tommy, but Eds here is right,” Steve says, placing a delicate hand on Eddie’s shoulder before squeezing it. “Don’t you remember, I got demoted for hooking up with a “bombshell” in the van? Well, guess what, you’re looking at him.”

“That— that’s not what happened,” Tommy says, directing his words at Steve, not Eddie. “You weren’t with him! Aaron said you were with…”

Steve watches the metaphorical gears turning in Tommy’s head as he trails off. Can tell the moment things start clicking. He really had no clue that the guy Steve had been seeing was Eddie. Steve watches the stunned look spread across his face the same way it spread across his all those months ago when he caught Tommy leaving Eddie’s place. The gross realization that they actually do have the same type after all.

“Why don’t you keep moving Hagan,” Steve says, nodding his head in the opposite direction.

“Nah, I think I’m good right here, actually,” he says, confidence returning.

This guy just doesn’t know when to quit.

“Tommy seriously,” Steve tries again. “Go bother someone else. We’re not interested.”

“Oh, so you’re speaking for him now too?”

“Please,” Eddie scoffs. “You know I’m not interested in you. Never have been and never will be.”

That does it.

Steve sees the moment Tommy’s confident facade breaks. The rosiness of his cheeks grows into an angry red, flooding his body. His eyes, once glossy, are now laser-sharp and squinted. His fingers curl into fists at his side as he readies himself.

Steve’s faster though, stepping in front of Eddie at the same moment Tommy lunges. It would be easy to put an end to this once and for all. Give Tommy the gift of a black eye or bruised rib with one skilled punch that Steve would love to throw. But Tommy shithead Hagan isn’t worth losing his job for, so he reigns in his own anger and instead gets his palms on Tommy’s chest to hold him back.

“Don’t be stupid, Hagan,” Steve says. “Warren’s watching. Do you really want to lose your job for good this time?”

The words are supposed to knock some sense into the guy, calm him down. But it does the opposite, riling him up even more until Steve can practically feel his skin vibrating under his hands. Thankfully, Aaron and the rest of his minions are there in an instant, pulling him away and holding him back.

They try their best to calm him down but Steve can see Tommy’s anger growing by the second. He’s only seen him this angry once before — two months ago when Warren removed him from the route. He doesn’t need to see an encore performance so instead he reaches for Eddie’s hand and drags them away from the impending doom.

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“Part of me still thinks you should have let him have it,” Eddie laughs, shoveling a mouthful of chocolate chip pancakes into his mouth.

“Tommy’s not worth it.”

“I would have been so pissed if I missed you deck him,” Robin says, working her way through her own mountain of pancakes.

“That’s the real reason you didn’t punch him, isn’t it?” Eddie teases.

“Oh yeah,” Steve deadpans, rolling his eyes. “Promised Robin I wouldn’t punch anyone unless she was there to witness it.”

“Does she also have to refrain from punching people,” Chrissy asks.

Robin shakes her head. “Why? Is there someone I need to punch in your honor?”

“Not yet,” Chrissy says, nuzzling into her side. “But if Eddie makes us go to the Birchwood Holiday party in these tonight, you might need to. Debbie’s nephew is in town and he keeps staring at me from the window.”

“Again with the sweaters,” Eddie huffs, letting his fork clatter to the table. “They’re cozy and hilarious. You guys are just boring! Besides, people are going to love my sweater. You’ll see. They’re going to be all the rage one day.”

“Debbie already thinks they are,” Chrissy giggles. “I saw her wearing the one that says “I’m So Good Santa Came Twice” the other day while she was taking out the trash.”

“You gave Debbie one?” Steve shouts, nearly spitting out his orange juice in the process. Robin does spit out her drink, through her nose as usual as she chokes on her own laughter.

“She cornered me and I panicked! I didn’t think she’d wear it!”

“Look on the bright side, Eddie,” Robin says between shrieks of laughter. “With Debbie’s help, every suburban mom in Brookbridge will be walking around in one by next Christmas.”

“It’s a good thing you know a great delivery man,” Steve teases. “Because they’re going to be flying off the shelves.”

“I’ve made a terrible mistake,” he groans.

As the table erupts into another fit of laughter, Steve can’t help but tug Eddie towards him before giving him a soft, syrup-infused kiss. And if he whispers something about feeling inspired by the inappropriate sweater Eddie’s picked out for him to wear later, well, that’s between him and Eddie and whoever’s bedroom they end up in when they leave Murray’s.

Besides, he still owes him for not punching Tommy himself at that holiday party.

And Steve always delivers.

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wroteclassicaly · 2 years

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A/N: This has no title, it’s unedited, I started writing it last night because I’m just a slut for Joe K’s hands. And I’ve been in a Steve mood for a few days, so here is this trash… lol.

Warnings: Language, NSFW, smutty content, & grinding.

Steve Harrington’s hands are gonna be the ultimate undoing of your young adult life. The prominent veins that path across the top of them and through his defined forearms. The tendons that flex with each movement the limb makes, whether it’s to grip your hand in his, hold onto a weapon to defend your formed family, or even use a pen at work. Then there’s how his fingers taste, depending on whatever he’s eaten, today, however, they like the sugar off his cinnamon twist donut he’d previously scarfed down, as they press on your tongue, wiggling, while his fat sock is nestled against your thighs, pushed into your swollen labia, not yet venturing inside. His tip is red, cock throbbing, jumping at every brush your dripping slick makes, catching on his member and stretching between you two with a sticky shine. His jugular looks deliciously snack worthy, as his tongue is bared to glide atop his bottom lip, sucking it between his teeth to bite down, his hand (that isn’t in your mouth), paused around your thigh.

You’re practically purring like a little kitten, rocking into that hefty palm of his. “Stevie, touch me. Please?”

You fumble to find your top and tug it off with a bra cup, lacing your fingers through his left hand, hoisting him into a splayed caress. Your nipple immediately hardens against his stimulating touch, and you lose all self control, his fingers popping free from your tongue. “Yeah, daddy?”

Steve’s pupils are blown so wide, it’s a mere hazel ring, flecks of cinnamon floating within his pupils. “Oh, honey, please.” He’s begging, fighting every carnal urge not to take hold of his cock and fuck you until your muscles are sore, body weak, and your cunt full of his spend for the rest of the day.

You leave his guided hand on your breast, your hands pushing beneath his shirt and sweater combo, running through tufts of thick chest hair. He moves to cradle your jaw when your nails pinch his nipples, mouth lowering to attack his neck with your littering bites. He tosses his head back against the headrest, swallowing into a particularly warm flick of your tongue over his adam’s apple. His windows have long since streaked with winter’s condensation and shared panting breaths. Steve isn’t even inside you yet, but he’s close to coming before anything begins.

You smirk as he places a meaty hand across your lower back for further support, his spread legs stretching out beneath you, hairy thighs tickling the backs of your calves, his pants and boxers around his ankles, his belt buckling clinking with his movements. “Swear m’ gonna cum if you don’t stop that, sweetheart.”

“Already? You’re not even inside me, baby.” Your hands remove themselves from his sweater, greedily messing up his chocolate tresses, tugging, making his cock jump against your clit, a sopping wetness spilling from your cunt and slicking the curls at the base of his shaft with your cream.

It’s an audible noise within the confines of his fancy car, and it has you both looking down to see where you’re close to connecting. Steve’s mouth is swollen and shining with spit, a thoughtful consideration indenting a pout into his lips. “Don’t think I’ve ever seen your pussy this wet before. Fuck.”

“I want your hands all over me. Need you so bad, Steve.”

Like a dose of electrified endorphins, Steve is squeezing your breast, rolling it within his heavy handed vice, his other curling at your neck’s nape. “Yeah? Only me?”

It’s always him. Only him.

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queenimmadolla · 2 years

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𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐄

(Steve Harrington x afab!Reader SMUT)

summary: you give Steve some fanfuckingtastic brain (head).

warnings: smut, reader is a spunk gobbler (cum eating), Steve can look but can’t touch, and yeah, reader is once more in control (go us). a/n: combined this prompt with this one. enjoy and, as always, let me know what you think! **if you know who made this gif, let me know so I can switch it out with the one linked to their tumblr.

Days off were so bittersweet for you. You loved not having to go into work or deal with the general public but you always wound up so bored.

It wouldn’t have been all that bad if you had Steve but he wasn’t lucky enough to have the same days off as you. In fact, his schedule rarely lined up with yours. It was something you detested not being able to work around, especially considering your current dilemma.

See, you hadn’t seen your boyfriend in about a week. That was incredibly unusual, regardless of how busy your work schedules were. A week without Steve, meant you’d gone a week without his cock. A week without his cock, specifically, in your mouth.

Giving Steve head was a powermove on your part, gave you a real sense of control. Sometimes you let him think he was the one with the power, let him guide your head along his cock or hold it still while he fucked your throat but it was his dick that needed your mouth to cum. Who’s really in control in a liaison like that? You’d called Steve at work, asking him to come over later to which he happily promised you he would. When he finally showed up, letting himself in with the key you’d made him, you’d been counting on him making himself comfortable and he didn’t disappoint, giving you a quick kiss before he slipped past you to get to your room where you planned on trapping him.

He paid no mind to you as you shut your bedroom door behind you, locking it while he pulled out a pair of sweats from one of the drawers you’d emptied just for his stuff (he practically lived at your place since his was always empty and you knew how lonely he got) and quickly discarded his shirt.

You waited for him to undo his belt before you struck, pushing him onto your bed.

Steve let out a surprised grunt as he fell back onto your soft blankets, staring up at you with wide eyes and holding himself up on his elbows.

You were impatient, though, hands eagerly pulling the belt from its place before your fingers made quick work of the button on his jeans, then you were yanking both his jeans and his briefs down his meaty thighs, mouth watering as his hard cock bobbed upwards once free and nudged along the hairs of his happy trail, pearlescent bead of precum smearing along it to give it some shine.

Steve let out a moan and you hadn’t even touched him yet.

“Baby—,” he started, quickly cutting off on a guttural groan as you wrapped your hand around the thick base (fingers unable to even fully wrap around him) and took him into your mouth, sucking on the mushroom head with nearly reckless abandon.

Your eyes fluttered shut at the salty taste of him and the heady scent of his musk invading your nostrils, mouth going slack as you took him further into your mouth with your tongue sliding against the prominent vein that ran along his length. You could feel him begin to writhe underneath you as your jaw began to ache and you’d only gotten started, but you were used to the sensation; Steve’s cock was the largest you’d ever handled, he was hung. It had been intimidating at first but now you reveled in the pain, because with it came a whole lot of pleasure.

Steve seemed to agree, if his moans were any indication to go by. He had his head thrown back, eyes blown wide as he stared at the ceiling, trying to hold back from cumming too soon by sheer will. His skin had broken out into a sweat as your fingertips dug into his slick thighs, trying to find purchase so you could hold him down when his hips began shallowly thrusting into your mouth. You loved it when he face-fucked you but right then, you were in control so you couldn’t have any of that.

He was desperate for contact that he made the mistake of reaching down to cradle the side of your face, something you knew he did when he planned on continuing his attempts at rutting into your throat so you slapped his hand away, pulling off with a string of spittle still connecting your lips to the head of his wet cock, red and angry as it twitched, seeking out the warm suction of your mouth. “No.” You hissed before you dove forward again, head bobbing in earnest while your fist jerked over what you couldn’t fit in your mouth (unless he was just sitting in your throat) and Steve let out a pathetic sounding whine, high in pitch as he panted, a hand gripping tight at the sweat soaked roots of his hair while the other nearly ripped into the blankets below him. Steve tore his gaze away from the ceiling when he felt you swallow around his bulbous head, and though he knew watching you suck his cock would bring him to his end much faster than he’d like, the visuals were too much for him to miss out on; your cheeks were ruddy, lips stretched wide around him as you struggled–and god, he fucking loved how you struggled–to take it all. The sight of you and the feel of your hot, wet mouth sucking him in over and over again was almost too much for him, but it was when you pulled off of his cock with a particularly brutal suck and trailed kisses down his length that he knew he was in trouble.

For a moment, Steve thought you were giving him a break but he should’ve known better; you never went easy on him when you blew him, always eager to take him to the edge as fast as you could. “Oh, god, honey–please!” He begged when you sucked one of his balls into your mouth, giving it the same avid treatment you’d shown his cock. His freehand twitched but he knew what kind of response he’d get if he touched you again and he didn’t want you to take your mouth off of him for a single second, so he moved the hand that had been gripping the blankets to his cock, jerking it furiously as your spit provided the perfect amount of lubrication.

You’d been with Steve long enough to know his limits, how to get him to cum fast, how to draw it out for him, how to make him beg but you needed that mouthful more than anything, were absolutely greedy for it. Steve’s panting turned into a lewd gasp as you moved to his other sac, sucking a little harsher than you had before until you felt his thighs begin to jitter underneath your palm. Then you let it go, pressing a kiss to both of them as you moved his hand away from his leaking red tip so you could take it into your mouth, focusing on it as you sucked fervently; the taste of his precum coating your palate as the amount he secreted increased with the pleasure you were providing him. You stared up at Steve and watched the almost painful look cross his pretty features. His hairy chest rose and fell rapidly with his panting as he stared back down at you with pleading eyes, a leg repositioning itself on the bed in preparation of cumming. You caught him off guard when you sank all the way down, the head of his cock lodging in the back of your throat as you gagged on it and Steve was helpless as his mouth dropped open, thighs tensing while his balls pulled tight to his body to pump one, two, three long bursts of cum up his shaft and into your throat. You choked only for a moment–and Steve let out a cry that you felt as well as heard when you did–pulling back to keep just the tip in your mouth as your hand resumed jerking him off so you could catch the rest of his spend in your mouth while you drew it from him.

When you were sure he’d given you everything, positive that you’d milked him dry, you pulled off and let his cum sit on your tongue for a few seconds, satisfying your own gratification before swallowing.

Steve sank into your bed, breathing harshly as he came down from subspace and let out a weak moan when you began licking his cock clean. Despite having had the cum sucked right out of his balls, almost quite literally, his dick twitched with interest. “Fuck, you’re gonna kill me. You’re gonna be the death of me, honey, I just know it. Jesus, Mary and Joseph…” Steve ran a hand down his face before he threw an arm over his eyes as they squeezed shut, feeling almost fatigued as you climbed up the bed and curled into his side.

“That's the plan.” You sang, wiping your mouth as you smirked and admired the mess you made of him, his hair in disarray, face red and sweaty along with his body. He was going to need some major recovery time. Yeah, powermove.

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mymisfitsbabe · 1 year

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Fatal Things

Trigger warning for Blood, gore and ghosts.

Billy licked his lips, he stared at the door trying desperately to hear past the pounding of his heart. For a split second Billy thought he’d imagined the sound, but whatever was behind the door shifted thudding against the floor and Billy felt his body go cold. Taking a deep breath Billy lifted the camera obscura with one hand, reaching for the door with the other. His stomach clenched, and a wave of nervous nausea rolled through him With trembling fingers Billy caught the handle and yanked it open, jerking back he snapped a picture of the small closet space.

A muffled scream rang out from the closet and Billy caught the scrambling figure of Steve Harrington, the cab driver, as he tried to cram himself as far into the corner of the closet as he physically could. The punk man was white as a sheet, his mouth duct taped shut, blood dried to the side of his head and down his chin. Heaving a sigh of relief Billy dropped the camera to his side letting it dangling from the strap across his shoulder.

“Thank fuck.” Billy half laughed as he bent down to show Steve his face. “It's just me, it's just Billy, man.”

It took a minute for Steve to calm down, his eyes were searching wildly around the room and he pulled his knees up into his chest trying to make himself as small as possible. Billy put his hands out, palms facing Steve in a placating manner trying to show that he wasn't going to hurt him. Harrington stopped searching the room and looked at Billy, really seeing him in the closet door frame for the first time. Harrington let his body sag against the wall breathing out a whimpering sigh behind the tape.

The punk made a muffled sound then started to get to his knees, his hands were somewhere behind his back and Billy assumed they were tied together since he’d made no move to use them. Steve had only made it half way out of the closet before his eyes went wide and he jerked back so hard his shoulder slammed into the closet wall. Indistinct panicked yelling came from Steve’s fallen form. Billy’s whole body went rigid, spinning on the balls of his feet. Turning to face the room Billy expected to see another ghost, but it was empty.

Confusion settled across Billy’s face for one fleeting second before he heard the muffled yelling turn to muffled screams. Billy had managed to turn halfway before Steve was being dragged past him out of the closet by one of his legs. Startled Billy snatched the punk’s thigh trying to stop him from being dragged away.

“What the fuck?! What the fuck?!” Billy bellowed as he dug his heels into the ground to slow them down, his ass sliding across the dirty floor as he was dragged forward.

Steve was on his right side, his back toward Billy, hands taped behind him, his left leg was lifted about three feet off the ground while the right scrambled for purchase under him, Billy had his arms wrapped around Steve’s left thigh holding Harrington like rope in a game of tug of war.

Billy watched in horror, mouth agape as Steve was slammed down into the ground his body roughly twisted down flat so Steve was on his back face up. Steve tried to gasp but sounded like he was choking when he couldn't breathe past the tape, Billy’s hold loosened from the surprise and he almost lost Harrington when the man was suddenly jerked toward the door.

Scampering forward Billy grabbed Steve’s arm, yanking the punk into his lap and wrapping one arm around his chest while the other hooked into the space between Steve’s arm and ribs. A terrified scream tried to break free from the tape around Steve’s mouth, Harrington’s head snapped down and he shook it side to side as he tried to say something, his legs kicking out at nothing.

Billy opened his mouth to ask what was happening when he snapped it shut, watching in complete shock as Steve’s tattered band tee pushed up to his ribs. Teeth imprints started to sink into the soft meaty part of Harrington’s side just above his hip bone. The punk’s whole body tensed and his muffled scream turned up in pitch till he was shrieking and jerking around in Billy hold as the imprints broke skin and started ripping deep holes into the delicate pale flesh.

Startled into action Billy snatched the camera from its place at his side and snapped a picture of the tearing skin. An inhuman howl filled the room, it echoed off the walls and amplified to an almost ear splitting sound before being forced out of the room in a whoosh.

Jolting up Steve got to his knees and wiggled his bound wrists in Billy’s face. Still shocked from what had just happened, Billy's whole body shook, his fingers and toes were numb and he was struggling to get his breathing back to normal. Scrambling Billy tried to shove his hand into his pocket to fish out his switchblade, but he was still too panicked, adrenaline pumping a little too hard for such a delicate task. Steve’s breathing started to come out in ragged pants, too close to hyperventilating for Billy’s taste.

“Okay, okay, it's okay. I’ll untie you, just don't fucking panic!” Billy said in a tone mixed with shock and something close to soothing.

Clenching his teeth Billy forced his hand to steady enough to grab the knife from his pocket, slinging it open Billy slid the blade between Harrington’s wrist to free him. Steve scurried to his feet, stumbling and nearly falling back down to his knees. Billy shot up, folding the knife back down so it wouldn't impale anyone and caught Steve’s shoulder trying to steady him.

Jerking away from Billy, Steve pulled up his shirt and tucked it under his chin so it would stay out of his way while he inspected his wound. Billy slipped his backpack off his shoulders and started rummaging around for his small med kit. He wasn't sure how much help it would be against a wound like Steve’s being mostly Band-Aids and gauze. The sound of groaning made Billy turn back toward Harrington who had out a metal flask and was pouring clear liquid over the bite mark.

“What the hell are you doing?” Billy hissed as he yanked the kit from his bag.

Harrington’s whole body was shaking, his breathing ragged and shallow. Steve was on the verge of hyperventilating as he wiped at the wound with the sleeve of the shirt tied around his waist, trying to clear the blood away. Billy jumped to his feet and snatched Steve’s wrists to stop him from hurting himself. The punk growled at him, yanking free and grabbing the closed knife from Billy’s hand before shoving him away and turning to look back at the supernatural bite.

“Stop you fucking idiot! You're just going to make it worse.” Billy hissed.

The punk man glared up at him, his mouth still taped shut, hair falling into his face as if to say “Fuck off”. Harrington’s chest heaved, his nose flaring as he struggled to breathe too eager for oxygen, the wound still flowed freely causing blood to soak into the waistband of Steve’s pants, seeping into one strap of his suspenders that was hooked through his studded belt.

“Give me back the knife, I can help you stop the blee-”

Snarling Steve flicked Billy off and turned his back to him. Billy watched with his arms crossed over his chest as the punk untied the plaid shirt from around his waist. With trembling fingers Steve flipped open the knife and started cutting the red fabric into long strips. Turning from the punk man’s mutilation of clothes Billy did his best to get himself together, if Harrington didn't want his help then he could bleed out for all Billy cared. Taking deep calming breaths as he tried to forget what had just happened Billy crouched down searching his pack for the makeshift map that he’d had been using to try and find the main shrine.

After mulling over the layout Billy was sure he’d gone the right way, he was sure he should be in the main shrine, but the building they were in was way too small to be the one Max was being held in. Again the sound of groaning pulled Billy’s attention over his shoulder to Steve who was pressing a thick bunch of cloth into his wound while trying to wrap a long strip around himself to hold pressure. Harrington’s whole body seemed to be covered in a thin sheet of sweat, the muscles in his back and abdomen tense as he tried to bandage himself. Billy sighed.

Moving slowly, like a hunter approaching a wild animal, Billy took the strip of fabric from Steve’s quivering fingers. “Let me.”

There was only enough cloth to go around Steve once, but the knot was tight and the blood seemed to slow. The punk had groaned and nearly buckled under the force Billy had used to bind the wound, Steve’s hand flying out to grip onto Billy’s shoulder was the only thing that had kept him upright.

Taking a step closer Billy reached out to take the tape off Steve’s mouth, Harrington stayed eerily still while Billy’s fingers brushed against his cheek to move the hair that had fallen into his face. For a moment Steve had looked pale, sick even, but the color seemed to leech back into his skin with Billy’s touch and that made Billy’s gut clench.

The punk’s brow twitched downward, his eyes softened with curiosity and he took an instinctive step closer to Billy. Peeling the tape away slowly Billy noticed two rips in the punk's lip where his piercings had been. Gently pressing his thumb into the middle of Steve’s lip Billy checked the wounds, the hole closest to the coroner of the punk’s mouth was only a little torn, the other hole was ripped clean through leaving an odd gape in the meat of Steve’s lip.

“Fuck,” Billy breathed out wondering what the hell happened.

Harrington’s throat clicked as he swallowed, the sound was almost startling against the silence of the room and Billy jerked his hand away from Steve’s lips.

“I-I don't have a bandage for that.” Billy huffed, shaking his head.

“I’m not worried about it.” Steve answered in a husky voice.

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stvharrngton · 7 months

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kinktober: day twenty two

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

kink: thigh riding

warnings: smut, 18+ minors dni, reader isn’t wearing any underwear, softdom!steve, public sex sorta

word count: 0.7k

taglist: @inkluvs @dukesmebby @sweetbabygirlsworld @kennedy-brooke @gvf23 @wheel-of-hyperfixation @mooonyweasley @steveshairspray @jjmaybankswifes-blog

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

You didn’t like to see your boyfriend suffer, of course you didn’t. But you did like seeing the cute little pout that would form on his mouth every morning he’d put on that sailors uniform. The red, white and blue one with the shorts for the job that he didn’t really care for.

On the other hand, you liked the uniform. A lot. You loved watching Steve run around in those silly shorts, the red and white t-shirt that hung low around his neck, allowing the thatch of hair on his chest to peak out at you.

You especially loved the shorts. The ones that hugged his thighs just right when he’d sit atop the counter, the material stretching to sit around the meaty skin. You found yourself constantly staring when you thought Steve wouldn’t notice, when you’d drop by on your lunch break, when you’d come for ice cream with your friends.

He noticed though, Steve always noticed. So when you called in after hours to meet him after he closed up, Steve decided he’d call you up on it. But when you strolled in wearing that one particular skirt, the one with the pretty pink chequered pattern, the one that Steve loved, his plan changed slightly.

Steve curled his fingers around your wrist, pulling you through the big silver door and into the back staff area. His frame towered over yours as he pushed you up against the wall, his arms caging you in. He crashed his lips to yours in a searing kiss, catching you off guard completely.

“Steve,” you breathed against his lips, trying to make any sort of sense of his behaviour.

“I see you,” he started, speaking between kisses, “staring at me when I wear this, hm? And now you come to Scoops wearing this damn skirt?” Steve let one of his hands wander to the hem of your skirt, his fingers delving beneath, “And no panties? Oh, baby…”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, feeling the heat rise to your face as Steve pulled you towards the tables and chairs, sitting himself down in one of the plastic chairs. He urged you down onto his lap, settling one of his thighs between your legs.

“Come on, y’gonna show me how much you like these damn shorts?” Steve teased, letting his large palms sit pretty on your hips, “Be a good girl for me and get yourself off on my thigh.”

Steve’s demand sent a shiver down your spine, it had the arousal pooling in your pussy. You nodded timidly, your demeanour completely changing from when you first sauntered into Scoops earlier. Nonetheless you began to roll your hips softly, dragging your pussy over Steve’s thigh.

You moaned pretty above him, a high pitched whine that echoed throughout the small break room you found yourselves in. Steve’s eyes were fixated on you, how your chest heaved and your hips swirled over his thigh.

“Oh, my pretty girl,” Steve cooed, his fingers pushing up your shirt hastily, revealing your tits to him. He mouthed at your tits, his tongue circling one of your nipples, “so wet already, huh? Makin’ a mess of my thigh.”

Your words came out strangled, struggling to form a coherent sentence as you began to rut your hips quicker over Steve’s thigh. Steve’s hands gripped your waist tightly, fingertips digging into the skin above your skirt, the boy bucking his thigh to try and meet your thrusts.

“Oh, fu-uck, Steve,” you cried, the pleasure rolling throughout your body as your head rolled back. Your limbs were burning red hot, your orgasm creeping up on you thick and fast.

Steve’s eyes were glued to the way your slick coated his thigh with every roll of your hips, your juices matting the hair that resided there together. Your pussy fluttered as his thick fingers encouraged you to grind down on him, his limb catching your clit just right.

“Don’t think I don’t know you’re close, baby,” he teased, his voice taunting and sexy, his lips kissing on the sensitive skin of your neck, “go ahead, want you to cum for me, pretty girl. Wanna hear it.”

Warmth spread throughout your body at his words, his demand for your orgasm, the muscle of Steve’s thigh hitting your clit at just the right time. Relief washed over you as a string of moans and cries for Steve tumbled past your lips. Your head rolled back, pushing your tits into Steve’s face as your hips stuttered, soaking Steve’s thigh with your cum.

This isn’t where you thought you’d end up when you made the trip to meet your boyfriend from work, but fucking hell, you weren’t about to complain any time soon.

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stvharrngton · 8 months

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kinktober: day fourteen

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

kink: swallowing

warnings: smut, 18+ minors dni, oral (m receiving)

word count: 0.7k

taglist: @inkluvs @dukesmebby @sweetbabygirlsworld @kennedy-brooke @gvf23 @wheel-of-hyperfixation @mooonyweasley @steveshairspray

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

Steve loved to have you on your knees.

Loved seeing you sat all pretty for him, your hair scooped up into a ponytail as your lips wrapped around his aching cock. Sucking and tongue swirling around his length, your nails digging into his meaty thighs as you struggled to take him all the way in.

What Steve loved even more was the finale. Feeling his cum leak into your wet, warm mouth, still sucking and licking to milk every drop he had to offer. You would never spit, always swallowing like a champ. Steve’s eyes always glued to you, to how your throat moved when you did. The boy was trapped in a trance.

He could never stay quiet about it either, of course. Steve was always running his mouth, filthy words that got you all riled up trickling from his mouth with ease. Humming words of praise as he shot his load down your throat.

Now, you found yourself before him once more. All your clothes discarded across the bedroom as you were left in your bra and panties, a pretty purple lace covering your skin. Your knees to the floor, your lips tightly wrapped around Steve’s cock. The pink lipstick you had been wearing a little smudged from your actions.

Steve leaned back on his hands, his toes curling into the carpet as you swirl your tongue around his length. He let his head roll back, pretty pink lips parted as he let out a groan.

“Fuuuck,” it came out a rasp, a gravelly moan tumbling from his lips, “suck my cock so good, baby.”

You hummed around Steve’s length, fluttering your lashes up at the boy. Your eyes bright and innocent, a look that really went straight to his cock. He all but lost it once your hand came to his balls, cupping and rolling them in your palm.

“Shit—,” he whined, “want my cum, pretty girl? Gonna suck my cock fuckin’ dry, huh? God,” Steve mused, “you feel so fuckin’ good.”

Pausing momentarily, releasing Steve’s cock with a pop to speak, “Yeah, Stevie,” you hummed, “want your cum so bad.”

Steve’s hand came to cup your cheek, fingers stroking softly over the hot skin. A sweet gesture that turned lustful as he brought his thumb to your lips, popping it into your mouth for you to suck.

“Good girl,” Steve breathed, eyes fluttering closed as you took him in your mouth once more, “y’gonna swallow my cum, yeah? Fuck, I’m gonna fill this wet little mouth of yours, baby.” He moaned all sweetly, all hot and desperate.

“Want you to hold it in your mouth though, sweetheart,” Steve hushed, his thighs beginning to tense, his orgasm growing closer and closer, “wanna see it in your mouth. Can you do that, baby?”

You hummed in agreement as Steve’s cock became rock hard in your mouth. The firm muscles in his stomach tensed, his cheeks grew rosy and his breathing became heavier as he let out the sweetest little breathy moans you had ever heard.

“Oh, fuck,” he whined, “that’s it, baby. Jesus, I’m fuckin’ cumming, shit—“ Steve’s hips lifted off the edge of the bed as he came, shooting hot cum into your mouth, the warmth hitting the back of your throat.

It took a minute for Steve to compose himself as you pulled your mouth from his length, his cum still sat in your mouth. Steve brought his fingers to his hair, raking his nails through the strands as he came back down to earth.

His eyes met yours, you still on your knees as you awaited Steve’s instruction. He brought his thumb to your lips once more, gently pulling your lips apart so he could see his seed in your mouth.

“Open up,” Steve whispered, groaning softly when you complied. He let his thumb slip into your mouth, dipping into his own cum as he pulled on your bottom lip, letting a slither fall from your lips, “good girl, now swallow.”

You did as Steve said, like always. Letting his warm cum travel down your throat, eyes fixated on Steve and how he watched your every move with heavy eyes. His lips tugged into a smirk as he leant into you, pressing his lips to yours, his tongue dancing into your mouth to swirl with your own.

“That’s my girl.”

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stvharrngton · 1 year

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Congrats on 1k, darling! I'd like to be apart of the celebration 🍾

My request is sub!Steve + edging and spit pretty please 🖤

thank you my dear! and thank you so much for requesting this one 🥺 i had a lot of… fun writing it and definitely got a little carried away oops hehe hope you enjoy 💜

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 1.3k

warnings: smut, 18+ minors dni, sub!steve, edging, spit play/kink, heavy on pet names, minor thigh riding

taglist: @sweetiestevie @dukesmebby @sw34terw34ther @sweetbabygirlsworld

You rolled your hips in a dirty grind across Steve’s crotch, his cock stiff beneath his jeans. Your pretty little skirt hiked up your hips, the material bunched at your waist. The thin pink lace of your underwear catching over the denim so hotly.

The boy mewled beneath you, “Please,” he whimpered. His voice strained as his head rolled back in pleasure against the headboard.

“Please, what?” You asked, tone teasing.

Steve groaned, a rasp rumbling in his throat as you snapped your hips particularly hard over his bulge, “Baby,” Steve whined, “y’gonna have me cumming in my pants like a fuckin’ teenager.”

You giggled, a cheeky grin painting your features as the seam on his jeans caught your clit just right, “Oh,” you mewled against his skin, “I don’t want you to cum yet, Stevie.”

“Oh, fuck,” Steve moaned as your hips never stopped, your lips pressing sweet kisses along his neck. His hands flew to your hips, fingertips digging into the flesh there in an attempt to get you to slow down.

Safe to say, it didn’t work.

A devilish smirk tugged at your lips, one Steve felt against his skin. Your breath hot and heavy against him, a fiery tingle shooting up his spine and straight to his already throbbing cock.

“Mm,” you hummed, “poor Stevie, cock’s so hard in those tight little jeans, I can feel it right here,” you cooed in his ear as your fingers came to rub over your clothed pussy, “and it’s all f’me?”

“Fucking hell, yeah, shit—“ Steve cried, hips bucking up into your core, breath panting and lips wet as his tongue darted out to lick them, “all yours baby, ‘m so hard for you.”

A pretty little sound escaped you, a cruel breathy laugh that had Steve screwing his eyes shut, “Stevie,” you cooed, “will you be a good boy for me? Be a good boy and I’ll take your cock out, baby.”

Eyes positively rolling to the back of his head, brows pinching together, fingers curling into your skin, the boy groaned sweetly, “Yeah, yes, I’ll be good,” he huffed, “promise, I’ll be good. Please, baby, fuck, I can’t— Need you to touch me, please.”

Steve rambled on, pleading with you, begging you to give into him. You would give in to him, like you always did, pressing sweet kisses along his jaw as you unbuckled his belt and popped the button of his jeans.

Your boyfriend was wound so tight, already so fucked out and you hadn’t even touched him, barely put your lips on him. His hair wild from where you’d both been tugging at the soft locks, cheeks flushed a pretty pink and his eyes glazed over with desire.

So you shifted, moved so you could tug his jeans and boxers down his legs until they sat around his ankles. Steve’s cock sprang to his stomach, thick and heavy as the pink tip leaked beads of pre-cum over the shaft. He hissed as the cool air of the room ghosted over him, cock twinging at the sensation.

Tugging your panties to the side, you sat your bare pussy down on Steve’s meaty thigh, for no other reason than to rile him up even more. It was cruel, but you knew it drove him crazy. Feeling your wet slick smear over his skin, your cunt sitting pretty on him.

You moved your hips absentmindedly over his thigh as you cradled his face in your small hands. Smattering sweet butterfly kisses over his face, one to the point of his nose before finally brushing them against his own lips. Steve sighed into the kiss, a pretty keen in the back of his throat.

You pulled your lips away, smirking as Steve chased your kisses. Bringing your thumb to his lips, you stroked over his bottom lip, whispering, “Open your mouth, Stevie.”

Steve blinked up at you with those big doe eyes as he parted his lips ever so slowly, long eyelashes fluttering. The boy unprepared for what followed.

And with that you leaned over him, fingers hooked under his chin as you let a trickle of saliva leave your lips and land directly in his mouth. Your wet tongue darting out to lick into him so hotly.

Steve didn’t think his cock could get any stiffer but your obscene gesture had his shaft twitching and his thighs clenching. His toes curling beneath his socks, his fingers squeezing your waist as you kissed each other. It was wet, messy and downright sloppy but fuck, was it hot.

Steve’s gaze was heavy on you as you pulled yourself away from him, eyes watching you carefully as your fingers ghosted over his aching cock. His hips fucking up into thin air.

“Fuck,” he whined, “baby, I can’t— please can you touch my cock?”

“Oh, Stevie,” you teased, “want me to touch your big cock, huh? Want me to make you cum, sweet boy?”

Steve groaned, voice strained as his head rolled back at your words. Pleasepleaseplease, he mumbled into the quiet of your bedroom.

His gaze snapped forward, though, when he felt you shift back on his thigh, wet slick dripping over his skin, as you spat on his cock. Letting your saliva dribble down his length, your fingers wrapping around him.

“Oh,” he moaned, “fuckfuckfuck, that’s so hot.”

“Mm,” you hummed, “cock’s so big Stevie, can barely fit in my little hand.”

Steve cried out below you as you finally squeezed at the base of his cock, hand jerking him to spread your spit all over him. The pace was slow and painful, a slight flick of your wrist serving only to tease the boy.

You could feel he was somewhat close, after all the goading and torment you’d put the boy through, you couldn’t exactly blame him. Forehead slick with sweat, brows pinched together as he tried his best not to succumb to the feeling in his stomach.

Hushing his cries you began to work his head, fingers circling the most sensitive part of his cock as you squeezed ever so slightly, “Oh, baby, please, fucking Christ—“

Steve fucked his cock up into your hand, desperately trying to chase his high, so you removed them, placing them on his firm chest, pushing him back against the headboard. “Ah, ah, Stevie,” you tsked, “thought you were gonna be good f’me?”

This is Hell, Steve thought. He was so needy, so desperate to cum and he wanted to be good for you, he did, but the push and pull of your hands felt too good, too hot. Your voice velvety smooth in his ear.

You picked up your ministrations again, hand wrapping around his thick cock as you picked up the pace. Fingers barely able to fit around him, working his cock just how he liked it. A fast jerk with a squeeze to his leaking tip.

“Baby,” Steve whimpered, “I can’t, shit, can’t hold it much longer. Need to cum.” His fingers gripping the fat of your hips so hard, his eyes glassy and lashes wet.

“Oh, you wanna cum?” You asked sweetly, voice cute and innocent.

“Yeahyeahyeah, so bad,” the moan was strangled, a warble from his throat as you pumped his cock quickly, “Please, angel, fuck.”

“Okay, sweet boy,” you cooed with a kiss to his lips, “go on, cum for me.”

And just like that Steve was gone. Fucked out and blissful as his orgasm crashed over him, his hips bucking up into your hand as he pained his shirt with his own release. His skin white hot and vision starry eyed as he called out your name like a song.

His hands on you in a bruising grip as his back arched into you. You swallowed his whines and whimpers in your kiss, his thighs and stomach tensing. You pressed kisses all over his flushed face, hand stroking through his hair as he rode out his high.

You gave him a minute or two, your nose brushing along the edge of his jaw as you spoke, “Y’okay, Stevie?”

“Never better.” He chuckled heartily.

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