#steve harrington babygirl | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

joellkeeny · 2 years

Text

✧*:･ﾟtoxic!steve x fem!reader

warnings: smut. douchebag/cocky steve. a bit of angst.

part 2.

— ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

☁︎ Steve and his fat cock, going around the school and taking each of the girls for a ride in the backseat of his car or any other place he could bring them to, hearing them come back to school the next day with incredible stories of Steve; his abilities, his horse-like cock, and that sweet mouth of his making almost every girl crumble at just the thought.

☁︎ eventually, one day, one of your closer classmates turns up to school after a party with a similar story of how Steve took her in Tina's bathroom against the wall. Which, by her details sounded otherworldly, and frankly, ridiculous to you. No way he could be that good and have all the girls drooling over him while striding through the halls with that insufferable smirk of his and perfect, shiny hair.

☁︎ so you keep yourself tucked away in the little corner in the lunchroom where you and your small group of friends usually sit, until one when The King himself slides into the seat next to yours. You're baffled for a moment, even more so when his honey-like eyes, glazed with mischief and trouble, settle on you, introducing himself ─which of course he didn't need to do─ before he steals a fry from your tray. You should've found the gesture annoying, or too cocky, but Steve Harrington was probably the only one who could pull that off.

☁︎ at the end of history, your only shared class, he writes his number on your wrist, shooting you a wink which under no circumstances should've made you as giddy as it did. You knew he was not looking for anything serious, but you still let yourself fall willingly into his trap nonetheless.

☁︎ when you finally build up the courage to call, he's more than pleased to invite you to the bonfire him and some of the other kids from school are planning on Friday night. And how can you say no when he says there's going to he s'mores? And so, on Friday night, you dress in one of your better dresses, nervously doing your hair in the mirror before hearing Steve honk, signalling he's already in the front of your house, his BMW purring loudly as he waits.

☁︎ 'a few' people, turn into more and more until at least half of the seniors and a few juniors were bunched around the large bonfire by the lake, warming themselves up as the wood cracked away under the heat of the golden fire. Steve didn't hesitate to offer you his jacket wrapping it snugly around your shoudler, flashing you a smile as his hand smoothly slips around your shoulders, pulling you into his side while you cook your marshmallow, Steve already waiting with the biscuits and chocolate in his lap. And just as smoothly, he wipes some melted marshmallow from your lips, sucking his thumb clean, and he know he has you in his trap when you lick your lips where his thumb has previously been, blushing as you look back down at your converse, kicking a small rock.

☁︎ not even half an hour later, he's walking you back to the car, your shivering body pressed tightly against his while you apologize profusely for not putting on something more accommodating for the current weather. "Don't worry, I don't mind. Can't leave a pretty girl to freeze to death, right?" Though you know he's teasing you as he squeezes your shoudler, you can't help but let out a small laugh, your head leaning against him. You're back to his car in no time, letting you climb inside with a brush of his hand down your back, pulling away dangerously close to your ass. It's like he knows every little touch that makes you tic, every word that brings out the warm blush in your cheeks, despite the cold-ish weather.

☁︎ one thing leads to another and you find yourself face to face, almost nose to nose with him as he tries to admire your eyes. Of course he used that cheap line which otherwise wouldn't have worked on you, but as everything tonight, makes you open up to him a little more. "You have beautiful eyes, you know? Mind if I take a closer look? It would be a shame not to." And so, his warm and calloused palm holds your cheek as he gazes into your eyes, noticing the sudden swell of your pupils and hitch in your breath, your eyes growing heavier expectantly. He knows the signs, he's done this a million times before, so he knows this is the moment.

☁︎ his lips finally push to yours, the kiss is far from gentle, his hand slipping at the back of your neck to keep you in place while he bends over the console. His lips are needy, demanding, taking from you what he wants and you just have to stay there and take it, you wouldn't have it any other way. But then he's leaning back, taking you with him, settling you on his lap and the cold which was once running through your body now completely gone. He's biting and tugging on your lip, abusing the soft pillowy flesh and you can't help but whine and cant your hips down, your clothed cunt pressing to the front of his jeans.

☁︎ he chuckles, even tutting in a mocking manner while he gazes at you, your lips kiss swollen and flushed a pretty red color, just as you cheeks. You pant, your hands fisted at the front of his shirt, eyebrows pulled together at the sudden lack of contact."You knew what you were getting yourself into when you called, didn't you?" He knows that, don't even need to ask, yet he hums when you nod frantically, giving a slight tug on his shirt, his jacket now thrown in the backseat. "Trying to act coy and innocent, making me seek you out." He makes you sound like a prize, a trophy, a notch on his belt, because for him, that's what you are. Just another good story which he'll remember over a few years."Think I don't know how jealous you are of your friends?" Then his hand moves lower from where it was previously resting on your waist, to your thigh and then up again under the skirt of your dress. You can't help but whine, pushing your cunt into his hand, the warmth and wetness undoubtedly seeping through the thin material while his fingers feel you up over it.

☁︎ after teasing your puffy cunt, you finally get to take a breath when his hands leave your body to unbuckle his belt expertly. Seeing the opportunity, you lean down and kiss at his neck, hearing the pop of a button and slow ripple of a zipper, followed by a groan. Though the car is pretty spacious, you choose to press yourself close to his body, seeking out every ounce of warmth he has to offer, breathy pants making the windows foggy. And then you're pulling back, breaching your hands on his shoulders as he lifts you up with his hips to shuffle his constricting jeans down his thighs. You swallow, looking down at his lap, and through the dark of the night and the limited light from the full moon you can barely make out the proeminent bulge in his black boxers.

☁︎ he's pulling you in for another kiss while he grasps your wrist and pushes your hand against his cock as if to scold you for how hard you made him. Your mouth runs dry, a gasp leaving your lips as you feel him up, not needing your eyes to assess the situation. "Jesus-" It's all you can get out as you squeeze him, the fucking pillar between his legs only making one thought flow through your head. 'Jesus; the stories are true, and he might just split me open with that thing.' He relaxes for a second as you seek out the waistband of his boxers before he's pulling himself out, the throbbing length slapping almost painfully to his stomach, if you squeezed him tight enough you would be able to feel him pulsing in your hand.

☁︎ "Not getting cold feet on me now, are you?" He chuckles, being awfully cocky, though having every reason to while he shuffles under you, pulling your hips over his length impatiently and moving your underwear to the side, brushing the pad of his thumb over your clit just to feel your hips jut against him with a soft whimper. Shaking your head vigorously at the mention of wanting to dump him, you raise your hips, glancing down where the bulbous tip of his cock is pressed against your entrance and you take a deep breath. He knows what he's dealing with, so he just keeps his hands on your hips, not moving you, just letting you do it at your own pace.

☁︎ and then you're sinking on him, albeit only taking the first few inches before stopping and shuddering, your lip quivering before you tuck it between your teeth, muffling your sounds. And he knows, he can feel that you're fighting the stretch, feeling your cunt constrict around him and even though he loves it, he knows he won't be able to go any further if you don't relax. "C'mon baby, don't fight it, need ya to relax." You hate how soft his tone is, you hate the fact that this is going to be the only time you're going to hear him call you 'baby'. The said nickname melts your heart and makes you go almost slack in his hold, walls releasing some of the tight squeeze and you're able to slide even lower, your nails digging into his shoulders and squeezing while you wait to adjust.

☁︎ but he's so fucking sweet because he knows that's how he'll get you to behave and do as you're told. He's not sweet because he might be caring for you, or because that's his true nature, no, he's sweet to you just to feel his cock slide in deeper, just to make you take another inch in. And so you do, falling into the trap of his sweet words and gentle touches as he tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear with a soft gasp, his thighs end up flush to your ass.

☁︎ you just want to cry from how mind numbingly big he is, stretching you to your limit, the tip of his cock reaching your cervix and pressing against it. "Attagirl, takin' this big fucking cock all the way in. Gonna go to school tomorrow and tell your friends what a good girl you've been, hmm? Having The King's fat cock up this tight pussy all night while he took you in his car, not even four hours after picking you up?" There's too much and not enough you want to say, not that your mouth is able to do anything else than stay there and let him ruin your insides without even moving yet. You sniffle, a pathetic little sound while you collapse to the side, your face pressed up against the window of his car, thighs twitching from the seemingly never-ending burn between them. "St-Steve...s'hurtin' me." You babble, the fullness pulling out a stray tear from your waterline even though you try to trap it in place by squeezing your eyes shut. "I know, baby, I know. Just gotta be strong for me. I'll make it fit." He surely was amazed, though not letting that show in neither his tone or his face, never has he encountered a girl so determined to take him, most would just give up a bit over halfway in, only using that part to get off, but here you are, fully sitting on his lap, his cock pushing so far inside you it makes him feel lightheaded.

☁︎ and when he thought it couldn't get even better, you give the first rock of your hips, hands trembling as they push up into his hair, gripping the strands. Normally, he wouldn't have anyone messing with his hair, but now he couldn't care less while he gazes up at you, taking in the way your features seem to slacken and get loopy just because of his attention, desperate to please, to be good. His hands tighten their grip on the fat of your hips, helping you rise the slightest bit before pushing you down again. You let out the first moan of the night, and he knows he never heard something so raw and beautiful, so he does it again until you slip into a rhythm, movements getting bolder and harsher, as if having him ram into your insides was the only thing you ever needed. Your arms wind around his neck, resting your forehead against his, your thighs burning and straining, already predicting the trouble you'll have walking tomorrow. He takes that as a sign to help you out so he starts fucking up into you faster. Grunts and moans spilling from his lips while his head swims with that dizzying tight fit around him, milking him for all he's worth.

☁︎ you cry out with each slam of his hips, his length so full that is stroking your sweet spot perfectly, head throwing back and he can't be more eager to press his lips at the expanse of skin, sucking some marks on it that say 'Steve Harrington claimed me' from miles away, there's no doubt that you'll be the talk of the school tomorrow, but you can't care less, not when you get more cockdrunk with every nudge of his dick inside of you. He's panting, pushing you back slightly to gain a better angle, and you body immediately tenses, a sharp cry mixed with a squeak falling from your lips, jaw slack, head lolling to the side. Normally, you would be embarrassed to act like that, like he's fucking you so good your mind is empty and you're completely dumb, ruined by him.

☁︎ by the time you feel the coil in your stomach tighten, he's fully driving inside of you, the car rocking with the rapid movements, dirty words and sounds falling from both of you. "Fuck─ tell me, can I fill this pretty cunt up? Can I send you home with my cum dripping down your thighs?" His voice is straining, and you know he's anticipating his release just as much as you are, body shaking uncontrollably in his hold while you cry out loudly, cumming on his cock before you can even think of an answer, squeezing and milking him, eager to feel him follow you into the sea of bliss."Y-yeah, mmm-Steve! Please give it to me!" You beg and he just about dies on the spot when he hears you say so prettily for his cum, his heavy length twitching inside of you wildly before he stills, pushing hips hips up into you with a guttural groan as he cums inside of you, abs twitching and eyes screwing shut with each spurt of cum inside of you.

☁︎ that night, he drops you off, leaving you a cryptic."See you tomorrow." Though that's what he always says, you know it because you've heard it from countless girls around the school, it breaks your heart a little, for a moment expecting to hear something different, somethng more reassuring of a possible next 'date', but you knew when you first picked up that phone and called what you were getting yourself into, so with a nod and final kiss you leave. The next day, is plain and clear to everyone what happened on Friday night at the bonfire as you're almost limping through the halls, hissing and cursing each time you sit down or get up, you cunt almost begging for that stretch and fill again. And when you see him through the halls again he's not even looking at you, talking with his friends as if you were in the past, while he's planning the next girl who's going to fall for his charm and looks.

#stranger things #steve harrington #x reader #stranger things s1 #steve harrington is pretty #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader #steve the hair harrington #steve the king harrington #steve x reader #toxic!steve x reader #joellkeeny #stranger things blurb #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington babygirl

505 notes · View notes

libraryofgage · 10 months

Text

Steddie brainrot continues to worsen to a concerning degree but here's a crack idea that is absolutely sending me:

Famous Spicy Six in which Jonathon is a director who decides to work on a passion project: a Scooby-Doo movie. His ideal cast is as follows:

Nancy Wheeler (investigative journalist with a few special appearances on crime dramas) as Daphne Blake

Argyle (an actor with a habit of playing small parts; he acts only because he thinks it's fun, so he's not concerned with significant roles) as Shaggy Rogers

Robin Buckley (a well-known voice actor who is more well-known for her social media posts and clap-backs) as Velma Dinkley

Steve Harrington (basketball star who is also more well-known for his social media clap-backs and for being Corroded Coffin's number one fan) as Fred Jones

Eddie Munson (frontman for Corroded Coffin, an insanely popular metal/punk/rock band and "infamous" for unashamedly posting Steve Harrington thirst tweets) as the voice of Scooby-Doo

Corroded Coffin is also creating an entirely new, original soundtrack for the movie

And because I think it's funnier this way, this is also an AU where the Upside Down still happened, so Jonathon just calls his friends up and is like "Okay, so hear me out"

The absolute insanity that breaks out when both the movie and cast are announced because nobody can figure out how Jonathon managed to convince all these powerhouses to join his movie.

The further screaming online after one of the movie promo interviews where a reporter asks how they all agreed to the movie and Nancy hits them with, "Well, Jonathon asked, and he never asks for anything."

Which leads to the discovery that they all knew each other in high school, and the reporter jokingly asks if that means they've all dated each other, too, which leads to Eddie jumping in with absolute delight like, "Well, that's a funny story, there. See, Stevie here dated Nancy, who then dated Jonathon when they broke up, who then dated Argyle after they broke up. And I thought Stevie and Robin were dating, so I was very confused when I saw Robin and Nancy kissing. But then I found out that Robin was a true-blue lesbian, which meant Stevie here was open for the taking, and we've been banging ever since."

and Steve is just sitting there, head in his hands while Robin cackles and decides to tell the reporter all about Steve's "fuck I have a crush on Eddie" crisis

This interview, of course, leads to even more freaking out online and comments like "I know I asked for poly Scooby gang, but this is ridiculous," and "I can't believe that in this, the year of our lord 20xx, ScoobyXFreddy became a canon ship," and "if I had a nickel for every romantic relationship the Scooby gang actors have had with each other, I'd have five nickels, which is way more than any of us fucking expected to have," and "suddenly Eddie Munson's thirst tweets make a lot more sense, but can we talk about Steve Harrington's CC tweets now," and "everyone say thank you to Eddie Munson for revealing that mess of a relationship map," and "finally, the canon lesbian velma and daphne we deserve"

The movie is a box office hit, btw, and bloopers from filming roll with the credits, among which is Eddie Munson making Steve Harrington lose his shit laughing on set while dressed in a Scooby Doo onesie and singing Corroded Coffin songs with his Scooby Voice

#Steddie #Steve Harrington #Eddie Munson #Jonathon Byers #argyle stranger things #Nancy Wheeler #Robin Buckley #scooby doo #Scooby Doo is my special interest btw #I know more Scooby lore than you could dream of babygirl #thoughts of this AU completely send me into absolute fits #please appreciate the sheer crack-value of it all I'm begging

3K notes · View notes