#steve harrington dubcon

[hellhue]

𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒔𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 ⋆ steve harrington x reader

wc: 4.1k

summary: after getting split from your friends, you and enemy Steve encounter new plant life in the upside down. wonder what it could be?

tags: frenemies to fwb to ??, sex pollen upside down smut with no plot, unprotected sex, rough sex, squirting, brief throatfucking, no aftercare

tw: sex pollen, dubcon

minors dni 18+ below cut

All you could hear was the thick flap of leathery wings beating around you, and the thump of your sneakers hitting concrete as you tried outrunning the colony of demobats that had found you and your friends.

Your lungs ached for air as you ran, one hand held above your face for protection while the other was gripped tightly in Steve’s as he pulled you behind him, trying to find the closest point of shelter in the short time you both had.

During the midst of the chase, Eddie, Nancy, and Robin got separated from you. Since then, you and Steve clutched to one another tightly to prevent further losses, thick worry creeping into the dark pits of your minds, partially for your own safety, but mostly for your friends.

“There!” you heard Steve shout, and then felt a heavy tug on your hand as Steve flung you inside in front of him before slamming the door behind him. He rested his back against the heavy door, spreading his arms to serve as a barricade while the demobats bashed against the wooden frame, over and over and over.

You tripped over your feet as you flew inside, and landed on the wooden floors of the entryway, narrowly missing the cluster of tendrils spread across the hardwood. Both of you heaved as you tried to catch your breath, taking a moment to let the hammering of your hearts settle.

“Did you have to throw me on the ground?” you complained through deep gasps, glowering at the wood grain below you as you propped yourself up with your knees and hands. The skin stung where you impacted.

He couldn’t help but roll his eyes, “a ‘thank you for saving us’ would’ve worked” he grumbled sarcastically, ear pressed against the door as he listened to the creatures, taking a moment to cool the burn in his throat.

You scoffed at him, dusting yourself off as you hauled your body from the dirty floor. Now that you had a moment to glance around, you noticed the room was filled with thick black vines curling around the deserted entry way, and twisting up and across the walls. Neither of you attempted to move from your spots, eyes meeting one another’s, panic starting to brim as you noticed your surroundings. This isn’t any better.

“Suffocation by tentacles or snack pack for the demobats?” Steve offered, trying to lighten the mood as tension creeped through your necks. 

You’d never tell him, but you appreciated it. As much as you could, when it came to Steve.

“You take both and I’ll take the opportunity to get out of here.” you smiled sweetly at him. Steve would serve as a worthy distraction.

“Jeez, forgot who I was with,” he groaned. He moved on, starting to tiptoed from the door, trying to make his way further into the strange house, “you would make me the sacrificial lamb. I grabbed the wrong person.” he mumbled the last part, pausing his advancement to examine you, eyes filled with regret while weighing his mishaps. 

Your face dropped, not because of what Steve said, but because of the brief mention of the others. That same worried feeling starting to gnaw at your edges again, “do you think they’re okay?” you asked, teasing tone now replaced with an unusual gentleness, one Steve very rarely heard.

The sourness in his face morphed into something softer, sweeter, you couldn’t exactly pinpoint it. He just nodded, letting his eyes drop from your face before continuing his expansion into the house. 

“They slipped inside the Powell’s a little ways up,” he spoke over his shoulder as you followed closely behind him through the narrow hallway, copying his exact footsteps to prevent accidentally alerting the creepy Upside Down hive mind, before he stopped abruptly before the first closed door.

Somehow you ended face first into his back with a sharp inhale of surprise. 

“Steve!”

Your arms wrapped around the front of his torso tightly as you held him flush against your front, hoping to stop him from bumping into the door in front of him from your impact. 

His body was hardened, stiff as it pressed into your soft, pliable one. You both stood motionless, seemingly unaffected from the crash, as far as the vines go, anyways. 

“Watch where you’re going,” he gritted between his teeth, pinching between his brows harshly as you held onto him.

“Don’t just stop like that!” you retorted, face muffled against the denim of his vest. How could he be blaming you?

“Just..don’t move.” he gave up, knowing an argument would not help the current predicament. 

Mine, hers, mine, hers.

He noted the alternating pattern of your feet against each other, noticing how both sets were a centimeter off from skimming the surrounding vines.

With one hand, he reinforced the hold you had around him, hoping to keep you steady so your feet didn’t slide as he leaned forward to the door, reaching his other hand around the doorknob and pushing in.

The door opened slowly with an eerie creek, the silver glow of the street lights spilling through the window into the dark room. It was mostly clear, no thick vines invading the space of the bedroom.

Steve let out a breath of relief. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.

“This looks safe. We can wait the bats out then meet up with the rest of them.”

As much as Steve frustrated you, you were a little glad you were with him. Despite hating him all throughout high school, he was smart with this stuff, and good under pressure. With him by your side, you knew you’d all make it out of here okay. It brought a small peace to your mind.

Entering the room only proved your point further, as there was no ichor, or thick black tendrils invading the space. The only residue of The Upside Down tainting it were the usual dark particles, as well as some thinner vines, adorned with dainty black flowers, growing across the walls. They were pretty, and seemed easy enough to avoid. 

You and Steve rotated around the room, taking in the posters on the wall, toying with the scattered knickknacks and mixtapes spread across the strange room. Whoever’s it was, they seemed to be around your and Steve’s age. You couldn’t help but wonder if you knew them.

But keepsakes could only keep your attention for so long before the silence turned awkward, and boredom overtook you. Maybe waiting alone with Steve really is as bad as it sounds.  You sighed audibly, moving onto the strange flowers decorating the wall.

As you got closer, the petals flickered, as if they could sense you. They threatened to push out, as if about to blossom.

“Wh- don’t touch those.” Steve chastised you like a child, pointing accusingly as you got closer to the blooms.

“No kids and I’m somehow still the babysitter.” he whined to himself, “I would’ve had better chances with Dustin.”

It was your turn to roll your eyes at him, “oh poor Stevie.” you feigned with false empathy before turning your back to him, attention back to the flowers. You brought a pinky finger up, and as if it could feel your aura, the petals fluttered and pulsed around the proximity. You were slow with your movements, being careful to not touch any of the petals, until suddenly, a large hand clasped your shoulder.

The unexpected contact startled you, causing your pinky to accidentally nudge the specimen. Shit.

Suddenly a puff of black particles blasted from the pistil, a dark ooze following behind it, dripping down the now opened blossoms of the flower.

You coughed, and coughed, and coughed as the fine particles invaded your eyes, nostrils, and throat with a thick burn. Steve pulled you back from the spill in a hurry, unsure what to do.

“What the fuck, Steve!” you shrieked, eyes clasped closed, tears spilling from the sides as you rubbed furiously at them, further smearing the black pounce across your face.

“What a safe fucking room!” you added in frustration, panic coating your voice as the sting spread.

“Don’t blame me! I was trying to get you away from it!” The panic in his voice matches yours as he wrapped one hand around the back of your neck, pulling you in front of him. He brought the ends of his vest up with his other hand, using the rough material to wipe the black dust off your face. He was gentle, tracing it softly over the creases of your nose and the bottom of your lips. 

Soft cries left your lips as Steve wiped it clean, the denim agitating the burn more. 

“Almost done..” he whispered encouragingly, his thumb moving in a comforting circle at the front of your neck. As the granular spray spread further into the room, he could start to feel the burn as well, his eyes beginning to water. He cleared his throat, “there.”

You both sat there, unmoving and in pain. Until finally, the burning started to subside to a dull pulse. You peaked one eye open at Steve, who was already looking at you, “I think that helped.” you admitted before opening your other eye, “thanks..” 

“Sure.”

He took a step back, dropping his hand from your neck.

And immediately, the burn returned. Only this time it was at your neck, where Steve had just let go.

You instinctively reached for Steve, sucking in the air between your teeth, holding onto the ends of his vest as you tried not to cry out for the growing sting, “fuck, was it on your hands?” you winced up at him as he wrapped his fingers around both your wrists as you held the fabric, shaking his head.

“No, no, they’re clean. Look!” he brought his hands up, still clasping your wrists as he showed you his hands, free from any charcoal.

Just as fast as it returned, the pain subsided again. You took another deep breath in relief before shaking your head, “it’s gone.” you confirmed, before you both let go of one another.

And again, the burn returned. This time hotter as it crawled around your wrists, matching where Steve’s fingers were just wrapped.

He could also feel it, the pain starting at the tips of his fingers as it outstretched into his palms.

“What the..” he muttered, staring down at his hands.

You reached out for him again, one hand on each side of his neck, your fingers cooling the growing heat of his skin.

Gone. 

It clicked.

“Steve, it’s when we touch…” you whispered towards him. 

A part of you felt morose, normally the thought of touching any part of Steve disgusted you, but there was this small nagging at the back of your mind, one you didn’t want to think about, but it continued to bully its way through.

Thoughts about his solid back pressing into your front at the door, thoughts of the way his thumb caressed the front of your neck so softly as he wiped your face clean, thoughts of how you wanted to touch him, wanted to run your hands down the bare of his chest, like it was an instinct.

The images caused a bolt of excitement in your throat, and it traveled lower down your chest into your belly, until finally it shocked right at your core, and you let out a soft gasp.

“y’okay?” Steve huffed, drawing your attention from your thoughts to the man in front of you. Your fingertips could feel him gulp as it traveled down his neck, his skin warming as if he had a fever.

Your eyes melted into his as you met his gaze. It was different, you were used to his usual golden brown eyes that always held a bite of distaste whenever they met yours, but this time  they looked darker, almost hungry. And hot.

He looked like you felt, and that caused another pang to ignite, shocking with enough force you had to bite your lip.

“Steve,” your voice was a whisper, “I don’t feel right.”

His eyes never left your lips, watching as the plush skin moved against one another. He could feel your soft breath brush against his skin, he could smell the soft mint from your toothpaste, almost as if his senses were stronger. He closed his eyes in relief, the slightest touch from you cooling his searing skin. He’d turn to ash without you.

“Sit?” he offered, voice husky as he reached to grab your hips, intentions to move you to the bed.

You nodded, but neither of you moved. 

You wanted to, but it’s as if your body was being piloted by something other than yourself as your feet stayed planted in their place.

Steve opened his eyes at the lack of movement from either of you, meeting eyes through thick lashes.

A beat of nothingness.

And then you were both pulling one another into each other, crashing your lips against his, or his against yours, neither sure which one took the plunge first.

There was no sweetness, or hesitance in the kiss as your lips moved sloppily against his, your tastes intertwining between spit and shared breaths. You wanted more, wanted to taste and feel the rawness of him. 

His hands wandered over the expanse of your back, moving up towards your neck before they slid down to your bum, giving a harsh squeeze to the fat of each cheek, spreading them as much as he could through the fabric.

There was relief that accompanied the touching, and the kissing. All pain turned into something more pleasurable, something that warmed the core of your stomachs, but it wasn’t enough.

“I want you, Steve, please.” you begged as you felt his rough touch, grinding your front against his.

His hands held your ass tight as he pushed you back towards the bed, “yeah, okay, fine.” he breathed, head empty of thoughts, unsure why he was giving in so easily. All he knew was he wanted you too, and now.

His lips moved up and down your neck, leaving kisses and bruises as he suckled from the underside of your ear to the point of your shoulder 

You felt the sturdiness of the mattress behind your knees, so you fell back, arms around Steve as you brought him with you.

In the back of your mind, you knew this was wrong, but the thoughts were buried as you felt Steve’s hardened cock thrust against your clothed core.

“I’m sorry.” he moaned against you, dry humping into you like a dog in heat, “I can’t stop myself.” he gritted, already breathing heavily as he felt up and down your body.

The friction was tantalizing, you already felt an orgasm budding from the heightened senses, from the burning of every single nerve.

“I don’t want you to.” you admitted, helping him out by grinding yourself into his shoves.

Your fingers were unsteady with anticipation, fumbling with the button of your jeans between Steve’s body before finally it came undone. As soon as the small button was free, Steve grabbed the tops of your jeans and panties, pulling them both off in one sweep. 

A soft gasp left you at the force, and the sensation of the cool air hitting the hot wetness seeping from your heat. It felt heightened, the heat of his breath against you, the softest graze of his fingers, everything burning the tips of your nerves.

Steve dropped to his knees as soon you were bare, eyes set on the sweet cunt in front of him. He gripped your calf, smelling your skin as he dragged his face up the smooth skin before  resting his nose at the crease between your thigh and mound.

He drew a shameless sniff, trying to inhale as much of you as he could. He could smell the sweet hints of your favorite lotion mixed with the fresh remnants of your shower gel, and underneath it all was a soft, sweet, savory smell, that was naturally you. 

That smell caused an insatiable hunger to brew inside him, his cock hardening more as it pressed up against the side of the bed, “god that smell,” he growled, leaving opened mouthed kisses to the area, relishing the salty taste of your skin.

You sat in anticipation, thigh muscles tightening as you waited, whimpering for relief to your core, but Steve was taking too long, busy admiring the dribble starting to seep from your tight hole. 

As if your body was acting on your own, your hips bucked up, grazing your folds across the side of his face. You couldn’t even bring yourself to feel embarrassment with the trail of wetness your cunt left on him, too desperate for friction.

It was all the encouragement he needed. He turned his head, shoving his face into your pussy, lapping the juices from your hole before dragging his tongue further into your folds, trying to taste every crevice before circling your bud.

The silence of the room was filled with your whimpers and moans as he tasted you, holding your legs apart as you squirmed from his nose brushing against your clit as the warm muscle moved inside you, shoving in and out of your hole.

The thought of Steve Harrington tongue fucking you sent you over the edge, your heightened senses sending a shuddering orgasm through your body. You could feel it move down your shoulders into your cunt as Steve drank the nectar spilling from you.

“Look at you..” he chided, “sweet girl cumming from the mouth she hates so much.” 

The pain in his cock was unbearable. Hearing your moans and pants as he went down on you enlarging him more and more. He couldn’t take it anymore.

“I need to be inside you baby,” he grunted as he pulled you to the end of the bed, your ass nearly hanging off the end, “I can’t wait any longer.” he leaned

his body against yours, pressing opened mouthed kisses to your neck, asking permission with his kisses.

Knowing he needed you made the burn more intense, you needed him too. 

You nudge his face with yours, making him look you in your eyes, “take whatever you want Steve.” you stared at him between your lashes as you snaked your arms down to the top of his jeans, helping him unbutton his pants before he slid them to his ankles.

And he did. He pumped his cock once, twice, thumbing the weeping fluid from his tip before lining up with your hole. Without any warning, he shoved his thick girth into you, sheathing himself fully inside your warm hole.

It stung in the best way possible, you couldn’t help but moan out loud from the stretch of your hole. 

He only paused for a moment before dropping his elbows by the sides of your face, leaning his weight against them as he pumped long thrusts into you, grunting as his cock slid in and out of your warm pussy. 

You felt so full, and the warmth of his grunts tickling the inside of your ears only heightened the building feeling of your second orgasm. 

“I’m gonna cum.” you whined, gripping below his bum as you tried to push him deeper inside you. You wanted to feel him in your stomach.

“Not yet,” he breathed, his strength out matching yours as he pulled his dick from you, “I want to play with your pretty little hole a little longer.”

You clenched around nothing as he climbed ontop the bed on his knees, straddling your body. You missed the feeling of being filled, whining at the loss.

He shushed you and grabbed the back of your neck, holding your head up before using the head of his cock to drag down your bottom lip, “be a good girl and open up for me.” 

The praise from Steve had you keening, something that has never happened before. You opened your mouth happily, tongue out, wanting to show him how good you could be for him.

“I like you like this.” he continued, before shoving his cock deep into your throat.

You gagged at the intrusion, not expecting your mouth to be so filled so fast. He was big. 

You tried to breathe through it, gagging harder as he thrusted in once, twice, a third time. Your eyes watered, snot leaking from your nose, spit spilling from the sides of your mouth. 

“Messy girl.” he chided through a moan, continuing to bully his cock down your throat with harsh thrusts, no mercy as he bruised your larynx.

Your pussy watered at the abuse, enjoying the way he used you for his own pleasure, not caring if it was too much for you. 

After a moment of bruising thrusts, he slid his cock from your mouth, giving you a short moment to catch your breath before he shoved his middle and ring fingers into your mouth, pressing his fingers against your tongue, making it impossible to swallow any of the dribble spilling from the sides of your mouth. 

He used your jaw as a grip as he slid back off the bed, lining himself up again before he thrusted into you, in, out, in, out. They were heavy, harsh, thrusts, your lungs barely getting a breath as he slammed his cock inside of you. He was like an animal, feral for the feeling of your spongey insides clenching around his thick cock. 

It was overwhelming, the feeling of him gagging you with his fingers while he slammed into your little cunt.

Another wave hit you, so strong not even Steve could stop your orgasm from forming this time. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as a spray of wetness spurted around Steve’s cock, he continued to bully his dick into you through the orgasm, splashing the squirt everywhere.

“Dirty girl, squirting on my cock,” he was breathless, you splashing around his shaft, soaking his curly brown pubes sent him over the edge. His thrusts became erratic as he jackhammered into you, hitting his release. 

You could feel the spurts of warm cum inside of you, and as he coated your insides, there was an instant relief from the life threatening arousal brought from the strange flower, his cum cooling down all the misery and the burning desires as he slid his softening cock in and out of you slowly, the mixed cum squelching around it.

He sat inside you for a second, then two, as you both settled down, your heads finally clearing, finally feeling like you were in control again. He slid his softening cock from you, both of you hissing at the loss of contact and overstimulation.

There was another beat of nothingness as you both breathed heavily, laying side by side, trying to catch your breath for the second time this night. 

With the overpowering arousal gone, and both of you feeling relieved from whatever ailed you previously, it turned awkward fast.

You knew Steve hated you, but never in a million years did you think he’d fuck you like he hated you. 

You sat up abruptly as clarity overtook you, thighs twitching from the abuse in between your legs.

“We can’t speak of this ever again.” 

Steve sat up next to you, both of your half clothed bodies pressed side by side. Awkward.

“Ever.” he agreed.

As you both got up, there was a sound from the entryway, like a door opening a closing, 

before a voice called your names.

Robin.

Your eyes widened, both of you half haphazardly throwing your clothes back on, avoiding eye contact, trying to hide yourself from the other as you got dressed, as if all decency wasn’t thrown from the window when he was pumping his cum inside of you.

After a quick pat of your hair, and a half-assed attempt to clean your running mascara, you both made your out 

The two of you looked terrible and disheveled, but you were attacked by demobats. Surely, they wouldn’t know. They couldn’t know.

All the incriminating evidence was hidden, your wetness on his cock hidden on the inside of his boxers, smearing against the fabric, while his leaking cum was held safely against your folds by your stained panties.

Keepsakes. 

Steve cleared his throat, glancing at the rest of the party as you finally met up, “all clear?” 

Nancy nodded, “yeah, for uh, a while. We came looking for you two.” 

She was hesitant in the way she spoke, glancing at Eddie and Robin besides her with an unsure look after taking in your appearances. 

“We should probably go then, I’ve had enough of the upside down today.” you piped up, shoving your way through the welcome party and out the door. 

Steve followed behind, trying to keep a respectful distance to not look suspicious.

There was a brief moment as the trio watched you two make your way down the driveway, an uncertainty settling between them.

Eddie glanced over at the two girls, “So they totally fucked, right?” 

Nancy pursed her lips, furrowing her eyebrows, while Robin bared her teeth with a nod, “Totally.” 

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See How They Run

Author’s Note:  Well- Happy Halloween!  Here’s my sequel to Mousetrap and I hope you enjoy! Pairing:  Plus Size Reader x Steve & Eddie

Summary:  It’s Halloween Night and you’re supposed to be watching Horror Movies with your friends, that is until things get distracting. Warnings:  DUB CON - dubious consent, my friends.  If this ain’t your bag, I respect that, but you’ve been told!  SMUT ensues!

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See How They Run - A Hawkins Halloween Sexy Story

Why had you come?  That was the right question to ask yourself as you move through Steve’s living room once more, Halloween and its unforgettable party already days behind you.  If Robin hadn’t insisted on a Horror movie night, almost bullying you into joining her, you wouldn’t have bothered leaving the house.

Since the night of Steve’s party, you’ve been struggling, to say the least.  Your mind keeps going a mile a minute, head full of thoughts too snarled to untangle, and the worst part was you couldn’t seem to get the memory of Eddie and Steve out of your mind.  Something about Eddie’s controlling grip and Steve’s stern instructions, the powerful way that they kissed you into submission- you weren’t sure if you would ever be able to put it behind you.  And what’s worse?  You weren’t entirely certain that you wanted to.

You had kept it to yourself, not even telling Robin, the person you normally blabbed everything too.  And boy, had she tried to break through the mental fog you have been living under since that fateful night.  Robin worked every angle, using every trick she knew to get you talking and when it didn’t yield any results, she’d put her foot down, demanding your attendance at tonight’s mini-movie marathon or face the ending of your friendship. That was a threat with bite, so you had pulled on some jeans and the baggiest sweatshirt you could find, going to great lengths to make yourself look as unappealing as possible.  You had no desire to tempt fate or the two boys who had so recently used your compromised situation to their advantage.  Instead, you swallowed down your regrets, tied up your Keds and agreed to meet your best friend at Steve’s place. Which is why your guilty conscience was on double duty as you pulled into the driveway.  You know that she only wants to help, be supportive, but how could you tell her about the complicated feelings that warred inside of you?  How can you explain what you don’t understand, at least not fully? Because the awful truth is this:  you know, deep down, that you should not have liked what happened to you in Steve Harrington’s living room.  You shouldn’t have enjoyed the sore stretch of your muscles the next day or the lavender marks along your thighs.  

And you absolutely should not be getting wet at remembering the sounds you made when you were trapped under Eddie.  Or touch yourself when you recall Steve’s demeaning demands.  Above all that, you shouldn’t become aroused at the idea that it could happen again.  In fact, you really should stop thinking about it all together.  Being taken like that, pleasure pulled from you when you least expect it, was something that should have made you angry.  It should have sickened you, maybe hurt your feelings, considering what was said and what was done.  Only, it didn’t.  Not even a little bit. You didn’t want it to happen again.  At least you think you don’t.  And that’s why avoiding your best friend and by extension, Steve and Eddie, has been your key to survival.  You can stay out of trouble if you can stay away from the troublemakers, right? Clearly, you had no business being around Steve and Eddie.  Not tonight.  Not right now, when your heart and head were at odds.  But still, you were already walking towards Steve’s open door, head down as you wonder, who will win?  Your needy body or your wounded pride? Surprisingly, it was going to be a small group tonight and that was not ideal.  You were expecting, well, everyone:  Nancy, Jonathan, the Sinclair kids, Dustin.  Instead, you were in for a night of concentrated time with Robin, Steve and Eddie and that was going to make this evening that much harder.  Inhaling a deep breath, you made a promise to yourself:  Keep your eyes on the movie, your hands to yourself, and your clothes on.  If you could do that then you would be just fine. The second you step inside Eddie’s eyes are on you, following every move you make, the same way a hungry dog tracks its dinner.  Before too long he’s at your side, crowding your personal space, “Hey babe!  How ya been?” His hug squeezes you hard, your breasts pinned to his broad chest until you wheeze, “Oof- Good Eddie.  You?” Low, so only you can hear, Eddie hums, “Better now that you’re here, little mouse.”

Swallowing hard, you peer up at him, eyes rounding at his chosen term of endearment.  Is that how he sees you still?  A little mouse, easy to corner, easy to cage?  Steve, so casual, so cool, welcomes you with hugs and smiles, his look lingering on you just a bit longer than you think it should but before you can address it, his attention is called away to answer the ringing phone.  You take it as a sign from some benevolent universal force and are grateful for the intervention, sneaking towards a comfy spot on the sofa and you hope out of everyone else’s way. Only, Eddie beats you there, wrapping his strong arm around your waist in an overly familiar way that makes you suck in a breath, “Whoa!” “What?  Sit down already!”  Flopping against the arm of the couch, he pulls you down next to him, his forearm laying across your shoulders.  It’s a friendly posture, one you’ve enjoyed countless times, but tonight it just feels weird.  Too familiar.  Too close.  You don’t get much time to think about it because Steve enters the room carrying an overfilled bowl of popcorn, a bag of Halloween sized peanut butter cups and a smile.  He’s crammed half a dozen Coke cans into his jean pockets and is hugging two bags of chips in his arms “Robin’s out.  Something about staying home on candy duty.  Looks like it’s just the three of us.”  Wait, what?  You can’t quite believe what he’s saying.  Robin was ditching you?  Oh, no.  The wave of nervous heat that rolls through you makes sweat break out across your brow.  Worry reflects on your face as you flash your gaze between both guys, “Um, maybe I should go- let you have your boys night.”

But the second it leaves your lips, you realize it’s not the answer that Eddie or Steve were looking for; you watched four eyes cloud over with a rolling fog of regret, two sets of perfectly plump lips pouting in unison.  No, if you leave now there will be questions.  Questions you don’t want to answer.  Questions you don’t think can ever be answered.  Steve takes the open seat next to you, laying out all the junk food he’s setting up, “Aw, babe, don’t go!  You can’t!  I got all the good stuff- candy, Doritos, there’s beer in the fridge.  And, uh, and, I grabbed your favorite-” Together you say, “Friday the 13th.”  He looks so sweet, teasing you like this with those brown eyes shining, his smile full of fun.  Your old friend Steve is back.  When he looks at you like this it’s difficult to remember why you feel so uncomfortable around him.  It’s hard to recall why you didn’t want to come and watch scary flicks while getting sick on the worst food imaginable.  It’s only Steve, after all, who looks at you almost pleading, hair falling over his face, “Why would you wanna leave me all alone on Halloween with Munson, huh?” “Yea, don’t know if I can trust Steve to keep his hands to himself if you’re not here to chaperone.”  Eddie adds his tart two cents, reaching for a bag of M&Ms before tearing the package open with his teeth. This is not a good idea.  Your brain is shouting at you to get up.  Go.  Leave.  Hadn’t you given yourself rules to follow?  If only you could remember them right now.  Silence grows around the three of you, your brain working overtime to sort out right from wrong.  Steve and Eddie though, they figure on waiting you out.  You’re too nice, Little Mouse.  Too sweet to deny them, especially when they ask you to hang around, all by yourself, so nicely. Shifting on the sofa, you know you’re going to stay and you kind of hate yourself for it.  How could you possibly say no now?  A heavy sigh falls from your lips as you struggle for a playful tone, “Well, if it means you’re not trapped with Eddie all night, I guess I can- uh, hang out.  For, for a little while, at least.”  Only, you do need a little room, a little space away from the scent of smoked weed and Brut that follows Eddie everywhere and the cloying clean smell of Harrington’s Tide.  No, you need distance and you need it right now.  You start to stand up, only to feel a strong hand on your wrist, pulling you back, “Where ya going, doll?”  This time it’s Eddie, puppy dog look on his face, the chain bracelet he wears clanging.  There’s a fancy, comfortable, easy chair just a bit closer to the television and you’re mad that you didn’t take that seat first.  Now, it’s exactly where you want to be- sitting alone and out of the reach of your two friends. “Um, the recliner?”  Too soft, your voice sounds so little when you answer, like you’re asking his permission when you should be declaring your intentions. Steve pats the empty spot between the boys, “Uh, no.  If you sit over there, who’s gonna keep you safe from Jason, huh?  Plus, you won’t be able to reach the popcorn bowl.” Finding your bottom lip, your top teeth pinch into it cruelly.  That trapped feeling fills you again and you realize that your resolve is crumbling under the begging looks from two sets of burnt caramel colored eyes in the dim light of Steve’s family room.  Tugging at your hand, Eddie pulls you closer, “Just sit with us.  Please?”  But you don’t move.  You sway on your feet, still struggling to decide how far to give in, when Eddie yanks again, “Pretty please?  With sugar on top?” It makes you smile.  You wish to heaven it didn’t, but something in his youthful phrasing makes you think about ice cream cones on the park bench and daring each other to climb trees.  When he swings your hand again, you give in, allowing Eddie to settle you on the couch between him and Steve. Using the remote, Steve pushes play and the screen fills with the horror flick you like the most.  Hyper-focusing, you don’t let your eyes wander from the television.  You don’t wanna know what Steve and Eddie are doing.  “Popcorn?”  Eddie asks, without looking at you, holding the bowl in front of you. “Sure.”  Somehow, the bowl winds up in your lap, two broad boy hands grabbing at kernels as the opening scene starts rolling.  Eddie shifts near enough that his thigh is pressed hard against yours, cuddling you closer with an arm around you, as if you were on some sort of date.  Steve’s just as close, tucked into your side, so you angle yourself into the warm space where Eddie’s arm meets his torso in order to stay comfortable almost without thought. But that creates another problem.  Resting on your hip, you need a place to tuck your toes now that Eddie’s practically curled you to him.  Fidgeting, you’re stopped by Steve’s firm hand over your socked feet, “Here.  Get comfortable, k?” Plopping them into his lap, he expands to take up even more space on the sofa, covering your tootsies with wide palms.  And that’s how you wind up nearly laying across both of them, the bowl of popcorn in your arms forgotten as Eddie begins running his fingers through your hair, stopping to rub behind your ears until you hum out a relaxed sigh.  Steve’s hands gently knead at the soles of your feet, eyes focused on the film, but aware of the way you melt under his touch.

It’s nice, being petted with soft hands and soothing touches.  For a second you let your guard down, just enjoying the comfortable sensation of snuggling with your boys.  Sighing contentedly, you wiggle further into the couch, feeling better than you have since you last saw Steve and Eddie. Eddie gets bolder.  Skating under the heavy fabric of your sweatshirt, his calloused fingertips graze your ribs.  He lets his hand trail down your arm, thumb working in small circles, first on the outside of your arm, then sliding against the soft, sensitive underside.  It sends shivers down your spine, the kind which settle in your abdomen, making your muscles tense.  Reason takes over so, pressing against his leg, you make a move to reposition yourself, but he shushes you, his soft voice in your ear, “Sorry baby, does it tickle?” “Um, kinda, but-” Your sentence is cut short by the climbing reach of Steve’s hand.  His sweeping massage has skated high enough that he’s rubbing the tender flesh of your inner thighs over your jeans.  You kick your feet, attempting to shake him off, but it doesn’t work. Scolding you with a heated look, Steve pinches you, “Shhh!  This is a good part!”  “Sorry!”  Your lips move soundlessly, even though you toss your head with a sassy little snap.  Something dark moves over Steve’s face, a lean, hungry look that makes your mouth go dry, and you press your thighs together, praying he doesn’t notice the effect he has on you. “I know how to keep you quiet.”  Eddie’s free hand traces the curve of your cheek, pulling your mouth to his before you can react, the impact of his lips on yours eroding all your reserve.

You’ve forgotten just how sweet he can be, the warring flavors of buttery popcorn, flat soda and green bud filling your mouth with every sensual swipe of Eddie’s thick tongue.  Steve grabs the snack bowl, moving it to the table, so that it doesn’t spill off your lap, as Eddie leans further into you.  It forces you onto your knees as he supports your upper body, Steve still bracing your legs tightly. In the glow of the television, you're illuminated in silver, Eddie’s hands cupping your face as the kiss gets meaner.  Wetter.  Rougher. Nudging into the mix, Steve’s eagerly tugging at your ankle draws your attention away from Eddie and his talented mouth.  Hands on your waist, tight and firm, help manipulate your figure, settling you in Steve’s lap.  Brushing stray hair out of your eyes, his brown orbs reflecting the unattended movie, “Hey pretty girl.” “Hi, Steve.”  And that’s all you get as a warning before Steve’s lips meld with yours, his hold on your middle allowing him to rock you into his hardening length continuously. Your natural instinct is to moan, but Eddie’s at your side, his voice guttural and groaning, “Keep quiet, little mouse.  No noises.  Don’t want to interrupt the movie.” Nodding, you understand the stakes here but Steve makes it difficult to comply when he starts kissing down the column of your throat, peppering your skin with purpling bruises created with every nip from his perfect teeth.  Biting into your bottom lip you watch, wide-eyes staring, as Eddie shimmies out of his black jeans.  He’s not wearing any boxers, so his hefty erection is able to spring free with no impediments.  Steve is busy.  Twiddling with the rivets of your jeans, he slips a finger under the waistband of your pants, jerking you forward roughly by the hips.  One by one he snaps open the brass buttons, fingers toying the elastic of your panties but going no further- not yet.   Now he’s working your sweatshirt up, exposing your tummy first, then your bra covered breasts, as he lifts your top off.  When he tosses it beside him, a broad smile on his face, he has the audacity to smirk, “Look at you, huh?  So sweet for us, aren’t ya?” The praise makes you preen and your body responds with a flush of heat that radiates off your skin before pooling in the lowest part of your belly.  Turning your head in his direction, Eddie kisses you again, as quietly as possible so as not to compete with the scripted dialogue.  His hands tangle in your hair, directing your movements, holding you where he needs you while his pouty lips pummel your own. Yanking hard against your scalp, you’re jerked toward his waiting cock, coral hued and proud.  Your whimper is muffled by the gagging presence of him filling the wet cavern of your mouth.  Struggling with his size, you try to lift off Eddie but his hold on you is firm, and you raise teary eyes to his as he coos, “Damn, you look so fucking good, baby.  Taking me so well.  Can you- shit, can you swallow?”

Using your throat, you will some of the building saliva and salty pre-cum down, making Eddie moan pitifully, “Fuck.  Just- just like that.” Setting a steady rhythm, Eddie lays into the cushions, legs spread wide as you begin to service him in time with the push and pull of his hands on your head.  It’s easy to get lost in the task, focusing solely on bringing Eddie pleasure, and that’s why you don’t notice that Steve is no longer underneath you. When you’re hovering over Eddie, Steve takes advantage of your opened button fly, rolling the jeans you’re wearing down, down, down.  A high, thin squeak at the sudden draft sneaks past the seal you’ve created around Eddie’s cock.  All three of you freeze at your loudest response yet and you’re unsure of what the consequences will be. The huge clock on the mantle ticks- once, twice, three times, before Eddie moves again.  It’s Steve’s rumbling tenor that barks in your ear, “That was too loud, Miss Mouse.  Makes me think you want to get caught.  Is that it?  You want someone to find you like this?” The threat shouldn’t make your panties damp, but it does.  It shouldn’t make you whimper, small and meek, around Eddie’s throbbing shaft, but it does.  And Steve should not love the wild, fear-filled look in your eyes as they roll up, shiny with tears at his words, even as your mouth is stuffed full of his partner in crime. But he does.  Steve loves everything about it.  How compliant you are when he and Eddie box you in, your brain shutting down as theirs kicks into overdrive.  The way you play hard to get only to fall open, ready and wanting, once they have their hands on you.  Shit, it’s enough to drive him out of his fucking mind. Guiding you back to the very long, very large task before you, Steve lets his hand glide over your shoulders, down your bare back, to the edge of your newly exposed panties.  Sucking his lip between his teeth at the way you shiver when he cups your upturned bottom, his fingers move soundlessly into the gap between your thighs.  

You’re excited.  There’s no denying it, not when he can feel the damp heat staining the gusset of your underwear.  He grunts in appreciation, drawing Eddie’s attention with a voice that’s light and even, “How’s she look Harrington?” “Like she’s having a good time, Ed.”  That’s when Steve rubs a knuckle over the soaked center of your underwear, pushing against the fabric to tease your lower lips apart. Scooting lower, Eddie scoffs softly, “She- shit, she really likes that, man.” “Yea?  You like this honey?  Like me touching your pretty pussy while you suck on Eddie’s cock?”  He knows you can’t open your mouth and respond, Eddie’s hold on you ensures that, but Steve likes taunting you just the same.  Pulling the ruined garment aside, two fingers, ruinous and rigid sink inside your warmth only to slide out covered with slick.  Steve licks you from his fingers, grinning. The surprise intrusion makes you inhale sharply, giving Eddie the chance to bump against the back of your throat, your sigh lost to his impossible depth.  He’s close.  Every nudging thrust gets sloppier, less contained, and you’re desperate to give your aching jaw a break.  Choosing to ignore the guy behind you for the one in front of you, you bob down Eddie’s length quickly, hollowing your cheeks to create suction. “Oh fuck.  Fuck.  Fuck!”  Somehow he keeps his exclamations lower than the television’s volume.  Stiffening, Eddie’s grip on your neck tightens as he humps into your waiting mouth once, twice more.  His sticky spend splashes over your tongue in several bursts and you gulp around him, swallowing all you can.

Deflated now, Eddie thumps his head back into the pillow, tugging on your shoulders, “Come ‘ere.”  His lips meet yours savoring the taste of himself on your breath, kissing you clean, his fingers bruising your upper arms with the intensity of his grip.  Manhandling you, he pushes your back into the couch beside him, helping Steve wiggle you out of your drawers. They sit on either side of you, fully clothed but with open flies while you’re naked.  Exposed like you are, the chill air gives you goosebumps and pebbles your sensitive nipples.  Dragging one leg over his, Eddie parts your thighs rudely, your sex entirely on display should anyone else walk into the room. Steve mirrors this action, keeping you open wide, but his insistent hand on your cheek draws your mouth to his.  The thick muscle of his tongue plunges into you and for a second you think that he’s seeking out whatever might remain of Eddie’s oral encounter, but you push the thought aside at the sensation of warm, wet lips on your breasts.  The devil of Hawkins is sucking lewdly at your tight nipple, teeth barely there but threatening, and you arch your back simultaneously wanting more but terrified that Eddie will deliver. Moving to your neck, Steve sucks a vicious red mark onto the skin there, uncaring about who’ll see it and have something to say.  Eddie has licked up to your clavicle, the tendon of your throat receiving a nip before a soothing lick washes away the pain.  His ring-covered hand skims the little touched area of your inner thigh, nails dragging over the untested skin, urging close to your unprotected core. Steve, he husks into your ear, “Been so good for us baby.  Can you be good a little longer?”  The quad trapped between his denim covered ones trembles at the feeling of his strong fingers sliding higher, toying at the crease where your leg becomes hip, and weakly you nod in agreement.  Eddie finds your clit first, his fingertip making small circles, lightly- so lightly that you almost don’t believe his touch is real.  On the other hand, Steve’s fingers draw up and down your seam, collecting your dewy discharge, rubbing at your opening without entering.  Your mouth is millimeters away from his when your lips start moving, “Please.  Please?  Please, Steve.  Please.” Inhaling your pleas, Steve shakes his head in understanding, brushing his plush mouth against yours- not kissing you, but lingering close enough to feel every shuddering, panting breath you take.  Eddie’s finger slips inside of you, easy and eager, your pussy finally, frantically clenching around something of substance.  Steve watches as your eyes widen into owlish circles, your mouth a perfect “O”, as his middle finger presses into you, stretching you around their double intrusion.  Both boys are fingering you, one of them glancing against your spongy g-spot, the other pressing down on your inner wall.  Together they withdraw before surging forward, switching positions, and dragging a shattered sob from you. “Gotta stay quiet, little mouse.  Here.  This’ll help.”  And Steve’s gently pushing your balled up panties between your teeth, a makeshift gag that tastes like your excitement, but lets you hum helplessly as Eddie and Steve slide their fingers in and out of you. Your hand curves around Eddie’s head, tangling in his curls, delirious and dripping around his finger.  Steve takes your other hand and presses it to his expanding bulge, the intention clear: he needs you to get him off.  Whatever willpower you started the night with is gone now.  Steve knows it.  Eddie knows it.  And you affirm it when you wrap your fist around Steve’s girthy member.  Jerking him in smooth strokes, you spread his pre-cum downward, your fingers circling him loosely.  His velvety skin is hot to the touch and you whimper at the way he jumps in your palm, as if his cock wants this as much as he does. It’s Eddie who kisses down your sternum, over your round tummy, and across your pelvis before lifting his brown eyes to yours.  He has the audacity to wink, a wicked smile on his lips, as his spit covered tongue laps against your clit.  Spasming underneath his attention, your hips buck, searching for more.  

Steve shamelessly grinds into your grip, fucking into your hand the way he remembers fucking into you, letting his mouth run hot in your ear, “Look at you, little mouse.  Getting so wet, so turned on that you let your friends fuck you with their fingers.  And- er, shit-” he stutters, clamping down on his bottom lip to stave off cumming too fast, ”- and at the same time?  What a dirty slut you are, huh, little mouse?” The terrible talk sets you alight as Eddie uses his mouth to drive you higher.  As your orgasm begins to build as you whine, squeezing your eyes shut as if you could will your body to stop its inevitable decay into debauchery.  Pivoting, you fully face Steve, cheeks streaked with tears, lips puffy around your make-shift gag.  He sees your eyes roll back, a violent shudder coursing through you, as you wail thinly through the fabric in your mouth. That is all it takes; the sight of you sex drunk, humping your pelvis onto the fingers of each of the guys, your head draped over the couch’s back as a bead of sweat rolls down your neck.  Steve’s release arrives then, coming in creamy waves that drip over your hand, as he quietly chants, “Oh shit.  Oh fuck.  Yessss!”       

Eddie has not stopped, his talented fingers making up for any delay on Steve’s end but now they can both focus on making a complete mess of you.  Kissing hotly along your jaw, Steve yanks your gag free, “Don’t make me regret this.” “I- I won’t”  your purr hoarsely as Steve bites into your earlobe. Your body is contracting, muscles locking up when Eddie sucks against your pulsing bud wildly, making your burning thighs shake uncontrollably.  There are two fingers curling inside of you, but they don’t belong to Steve.  No, he’s bringing your cum stained fingers to your lips with a throaty command, “Clean yourself up, baby.” At the taste of Steve’s spunk your breath runs raggedly, chest heaving, a high pitched sigh escaping your dry lips.  Your ears fuzz over like the end of the VHS tape, static-y and snow-filled.  Collapsing from the inside out, you shake your head, as if you could deny the oncoming orgasm threatening to overwhelm you.  A hand, your hand, yanks hard on Eddie’s curls as both boys work you through your climax.  Somehow you manage to keep from screaming out your pleasure, biting your lip bloody, until you can inhale normally.  Making a show of it, Eddie sucks his finger clean, “Hmm, baby, I swear you’re my favorite flavor.”  Then he’s pushing his lips to yours, the tang of your intimate elixir fresh on his tongue, and you lean into his warmth. 

It feels too good.  The afterglow of being used by Steve and Eddie makes your tendons jelly and your bones soft.  One of them hands you a Twizzler as you smile absently.  Whatever resistance was in you, whatever fight you might have put up was destroyed the minute your mouth accepted Eddie’s kiss.

“You ok, mousie?”  Steve elbows you playfully, that perfect smile filling his face. “Uh huh.”  Eddie faces you now, a look that is close to concern coloring his features, “You uh, you seem pretty out of it, babe.”

A tear, one solitary tear crept over your cheek, through your shut eyes as you offered the pair a small smile, “I just wanna know one thing-”

“Yea?  What’s that?”  Blinking slowly, you swing your head between the two dark haired boys who you are sandwiched between, “How- uh, how did you know?” It’s Eddie who answers, confusion evident in his question, “Know what?” “That-” inhaling a shaky breath you will yourself to sound strong, “-that you could, ya know, do- uh do this to me.” Steve curls an arm around you, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “Oh baby, is that what you think?  That we did this to you and not for you?” “Princess, Stevie and I, we’ve wanted you for a long time.  A long fucking time.  And-” Interrupting, Steve continues with a heavy exhale, “And we found your diary.  Ya know the one where you talk about both of us?” “What?  Where?”  Just when you thought you couldn’t feel more embarrassed, the idea that the guys had found your journal and had a chance to read some of the intimate and private thoughts you once committed to paper causes your stomach to flop.

“You left it here after sleeping over.  I should feel bad about reading it, I guess-” leaning his forehead to yours, Steve sighs, “-but I don’t.” Eddie’s pushing against your side, turning your chin so he can really see you, needy for your attention, “And, we heard you.  We saw you, uh- you were, um, touching yourself in Steve’s bed on Labor Day, when you thought you were alone.  How you whimpered my name when this little hand-” snatching at your fingers, Eddie threads his through your own, placing a dainty kiss to the knuckles, “-this little paw was rubbing your pussy, shit.  I haven’t stopped thinking about it.” Swallowing thickly, your eyes roll shut at the memory.  You had been swimming all day in the sun, Steve and Eddie looking so delicious in their swim trunks, one chest toned and tan, the other fair and tattooed.  It was a moment of weakness, a moment when you gave into your base desires.  Now a moment that wasn’t as private as you initially thought. “But- what happens now?”  It was the question that hurt your heart and head the most.  Almost afraid of the answer, you lick over your bottom lip, hands nervously toying with the fringe of Eddie’s jeans so you didn’t have to look either boy in the eye. “Now?  We watch Nightmare on Elm Street.” Rolling your eyes, you land on Steve’s handsome face, “I mean, what happens between us three?” Eddie grins sheepishly, “Oh, well, we were talking about it and think that dinner is a good start.  Maybe a movie?  Or, if you wanna keep it simple, we can go to the lake-” “Eddie.  I’m serious.”  And you are.  You need to know what to expect, if you should expect anything at all, from Steve and Eddie. “So are we.”  Steve’s tone is firm.  Final.  And somehow reassuring. “Can- Can we do that?”  Your voice is whisper light, timid and searching. “Miss Mouse, we can do whatever the hell we want.”  Eddie closes the narrow gap between you, kissing along your jawline, before pecking down your throat.  Steve mirrors his attention, sucking at your pulse point, his sharp teeth nipping playfully, making you hum. “Whatever- uh- whatever we want?”  You repeat the words like a parrot, mind buzzing at the implication of their words and their deeds. Steve licks over your nipple, drawing gently against the sensitive skin there causing your back to arch, your fingers scratching against his scalp.  The calloused fingers of Eddie’s hand pinch at your other nipple, making you stutter, “I- I want you both.” “We know, sweetheart.  That’s what we’ve been trying to tell you.”  And Eddie’s lips meet yours as Steve’s shift lower, his weight laying over your legs.  You’re being kissed senseless again and no longer have a reason to fight against the rising pressure of pleasure that both guys are bringing your way. — That Halloween night, when the moon is waning and clouds shroud the stars, you please and are pleased in equal measure by Steve “The Hair” Harrington and Eddie “The Freak” Munson.  Maybe you have been blind, blind to what you need, what you want, what the boys can give you.  But not any more.  Now, now you can scurry towards exactly what you need, exactly who you need.  You are one happy little mouse.

When Robin calls you on November First to apologize for ditching you, your voice is froggy, your body is sore and you’re barely awake.  She asks about meeting up but you tell her you can’t.  You have plans.  Eddie and Steve are due over at your place at any minute.

----FIN----

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[solarmorrigan]

I have a lot of thoughts about Steve who craves physical affection, who thinks of his worth in terms of what he can do for other people, and who got very drunk at high school parties. This is one of them

CW for heavily implied past dubcon (not between Eddie and Steve). Please take care

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Eddie has never seen Steve drunk.

At least – not up close. There had been a few high school parties back in the day where Eddie had passed by the “Keg Stand King,” but since he’s come to know Steve personally (intimately), Steve has barely touched alcohol.

He’s told Eddie the story of being drugged against his will and how he doesn’t want to repeat the feeling of losing control, and how he doesn’t like not being able to drive if he needs to, and how the hangover would probably just trigger a migraine anyway – and, really, he just doesn’t drink much anymore.

Yet tonight had been a special occasion: Robin’s birthday. She herself isn’t much for alcohol (for at least some reasons that match up with Steve’s), but drinking, she said, feels like a part of the birthday experience. She’d somehow gotten Steve to match her beer for beer, for “emotional support,” and it hadn’t taken long for the both of them to become entirely inebriated.

Time has apparently greatly eroded Steve’s tolerance.

Eddie had distantly expected him to be kind of a bitchy drunk—and he had become a bit cattier, for sure—but mostly he’d just become affectionate. There had been hugs for nearly everyone, and he’d spent the latter half of the party slowly migrating into Eddie’s lap, plying him with constant kisses on the cheek and giggling ridiculously at nearly everything Eddie had said.

It had been sort of adorable (not that Eddie will tell him that; no, he’s going to sit on that information until it benefits him).

It’s a little less fun now that he’s trying to cart Steve up to his room and into bed. Steve is a bit wobbly, and a lot heavy, and is much more interested in trying to cling to Eddie like a koala and bury his face in Eddie’s neck than he is in actually walking anywhere.

“Y’know, we could cuddle to your heart’s content if you’d just let me get you to bed,” Eddie points out when he and Steve have stalled out partway down the hall, leaning against the closed door to the bathroom.

Steve hums vaguely, tightening the grip he has on Eddie’s t-shirt. “But you’re out here,” he mumbles, nuzzling into the crook of Eddie’s neck.

A shiver travels down Eddie’s spine at the feeling of Steve’s warm breath ghosting across his throat, but it doesn’t go much further than a gentle, dying flutter in his gut. As affectionate as Steve has been, as hungry for contact as he’s acted all night, there’s been nothing sexual about it. It’s been all hugs and sweet kisses, not heated embraces and sloppy make outs.

Besides– Steve’s drunk. Eddie’s not going to take advantage.

He wedges a hand between himself and Steve and gently pushes Steve back.

“I’m coming to bed with you, you colossal dork,” Eddie says.

Steve blinks at Eddie, slightly unfocused. “Oh.” He finally heaves up and away from the wall, grabbing Eddie’s hand to tug him along as he weaves unsteadily down the hall. “Well why didn’t you say so?”

Eddie rolls his eyes, all affection. “Where else would I be going?”

Steve stops when they get to his room, apparently pondering the answer.

“Away?” he finally volunteers, half-questioning, as if he’s hoping he’s wrong.

“No, baby,” Eddie assures him immediately, leaning in to give him a quick kiss. “I’m staying. Gotta make sure you don’t choke on your tongue after you pass out, anyway.”

“’m not that drunk,” Steve says; he rolls his eyes and then immediately seems to regret it, reaching out for Eddie’s shoulder to steady himself.

“Uh huh,” Eddie drawls. “Okay, time for bed, big boy.”

Grumbling, Steve releases Eddie to shuffle over to the bed, where he flops down on his back with a sigh, jeans and all.

“Alright, not exactly what I meant, but I can work with this,” Eddie says, kneeling on the bed by Steve’s hip.

They’d managed to ditch their shoes in the entryway, but they’re otherwise fully dressed, and Steve is going to be uncomfortable if he tries to spend the whole night in his belt and jeans.

Steve squirms a bit when Eddie reaches for his belt buckle, as if he’s not quite sure whether to move away or not.

“Eddie…” he groans – an exasperated sort of groan, rather than the usual way he groans Eddie’s name when he’s squirming on the bed.

“Just hold still,” Eddie shushes him with a quick pat to the hip.

He gets as far as pulling the tongue of the belt through the buckle before Steve’s hands shoot out and grab Eddie by the wrists. His grip is surprisingly strong, considering how uncoordinated he’d been tonight, and Eddie stills immediately.

“Steve?” Eddie looks up to see Steve staring down at him, wide-eyed and apprehensive; hell, if Eddie didn’t know any better, he might say Steve looks… sort of frightened.

“Not– not tonight,” Steve says, enunciating carefully, and Eddie’s confusion only increases.

He doesn’t want his belt off tonight? Is that what he’s worked up about?

In the wake of Eddie’s baffled lack of response, Steve only grows more insistent, tugging Eddie’s hands away from his waist.

“Not while I’m–” Steve breaks off, licking his lips nervously. He shakes his head and adds quietly, “Please.”

Brows furrowed, Eddie stares at Steve a second longer. “Not while you’re…?” Then the penny drops, and Eddie jerks away from Steve so quickly that Steve barely has time to let go. “Oh shit, no. That’s not– no, I’m not– Steve, fuck, no, that’s not what I’m doing.”

Steve stares up at Eddie, the anxiety he’s a little too drunk to mask still lingering in his eyes.

“I promise, I was only trying to get your belt and pants off so you’d be more comfortable. For sleeping!” Eddie says quickly. “But you can keep them on if you want. Hell, put on more layers. Do you want a jacket?”

Distantly, Eddie realizes he’s rambling and tries to stop; it doesn’t seem to be helping.

“I– I know I was kissing you,” Steve says, then glances away with a grimace, seeming a bit more sober now. “Practically throwing myself at you. ’m sorry, I just–”

“Don’t be sorry. Don’t be,” Eddie says firmly. “Even if you were throwing yourself at me—even though you weren’t; like, I can tell the difference between cuddly you and horny you, okay?—but even if you had been, you can still say no. You can always say no. But I swear, Steve, I was only trying to get you comfy, that’s all.”

For a moment, Steve just breathes, processing Eddie’s words as carefully as his sloshed brain will allow.

“Are you still going to stay?” he finally asks. “Even though I don’t want to have sex?”

“Of course,” Eddie blurts, some dizzying combination of baffled, anxious, and incensed. “I’m only gonna leave if you tell me to.”

And even then, he’d only go as far as the couch downstairs (just in case).

Slowly, Steve nods, then reaches for his belt to pull it off in a series of determined, clumsy movements. He drops it on the floor when he’s done but makes no move to remove his jeans.

Eddie, following suit, resigns himself to an uncomfortable night. He strips off his jewelry and his own belt but leaves his pants on.

All the lights go out, save for a small, dim lamp on Steve’s desk, and then Eddie crawls on top of the covers with Steve, pulling the blanket from the end of the bed—a gift from Claudia—up over both of them.

A little of the churning, anxious mess in Eddie’s chest eases when Steve immediately plasters himself to his side, resting his head on Eddie’s chest (and Eddie just knows there’s going to be drool there come morning, but he can’t bear to move him). All the same, even as he hears Steve’s breathing even out into sleep, Eddie can’t get his mind to rest.

What has he done to give Steve the impression that he’d try to fuck him when he’s too drunk to really say yes? What has he done to make him think he’d leave if Steve doesn’t put out?

Nothing.

Genuinely and truly, Eddie can’t think of anything. There have been plenty of times they’ve hung out, even shared a bed, and they haven’t had sex. Sure, they’re active, but they do actually do other things together.

There have been other nights where sex has seemed like a sure thing, only to be halted by an apologetic look from Steve and the start of a migraine. There have been times Eddie’s called it off because his anxiety has reared up and bit him in the ass. There’s never been anger over it.

That leaves two options: it’s either an imagined scenario stirred up by anxiety and insecurity and alcohol, or… it’s based on a different experience, in a different time and place.

All things considered, Eddie has a terrible, sinking feeling that he knows which one it is.

#is Eddie's attitude a little more socially aware than is warranted by the time period? maybe 🤷 #sometimes it's just like that #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #eddiesteve #solar wrote #cw past dubcon #cw past noncon #let me know if there are other/better tags to add!

[bimbobaggins69]

Stepdad!Steve showing his buddy, Eddie, his wife’s daughter’s OnlyFans.

And he’s just bragging about you to Eddie, as they both pervertedly stalk your page, and talk about you… fantasize about you… think about what to do with you :)

STOP IT!!!!! I was gonna do something along these lines but I’m like ‘does anyone really want another steddie fic from me??’ I mean I’d totally be down to do this version, cause I’m foaming at the fucking mouth for it!!!! 🫠🫠🫠🫠 y’all lmk

#tori’s asks જ⁀➴ 💌 #steddie stranger things #steddie x fem!reader #steddie smut #steddie x you #steddie x y/n #steddie x reader #steddie fic #steddie x reader smut #eddie munson smut #steve harrington smut #dubcon

[nooneaskedforthissmut]

18+

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

A/N: unedited mess obviously

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fuck Robyn those fingers"

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

"mhmmm deeper. you can go harder"

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

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

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

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

You moaned for her to stop.

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

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

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

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

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

You shook your head. "Lotion first"

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

"You might be extra slippery now"

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

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

[poppy-metal]

I want to be smushed under big ol Stevie while he fucks me<333

so you ever think about steve gently making fun of you for liking being pinned under him so much. because i do. him fucking you on your tummy, with his thick thighs slapping into the backs of yours with every heavy thrust. his hairy chest pressing against your slick spine so you're just trapped under his body weight as he fucks in and out of your clenching pussy.

notices how you're so turned on the squeaks coming out of your mouth are almost soundless, he gets worried at first, thinks hes pinning you too much, that you're suffocating under him or something and eases up, but then you whine and throw your hand back out to clutch at his ass, push him back down over you. "no, please." you'd whine. "stay like that. fuck me like this- dont stop."

and he gets it. huffs and doubles down then. until your chin is smooshed against the pillows and your tongue is lolling out of your mouth and you're so smothered and covered by his thick weight slamming and pushing you down, it takes the breath right from your lungs.

"you like being pinned by daddy?" he grunts, fat balls slapping your ass hard as he comes down over you again and again. you're dizzy with the thought that you couldn't wiggle out from under him if you tried. "like when i make you take every inch of this fat fucking cock in your tiny little hole? in your little princess cunt? naughty girl."

#ask #dies #stevie #tw: dubcon #but not really #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut

[prettybabybaby]

¡ 18+ only ! ¡ minors do not interact !

content: DUBCON, THREATS OF SUICIDE, toxic relationship, possessive!steve, fem!reader, manipulation, coercion, unprotected sex, forced (?) breeding

¡ stranger things masterlist !

"Break up?" Steve said incredulously. "What do you mean 'break up'?" He runs his hands through his hair, shaking his head slightly, "no, you can't leave. We're not breaking up."

What has gotten into you? You've gone insane, surely. There was no way you'd get away from him. He felt anger and frustration at the way you stood near the door. Your hair was nicely done and your clothes were ironed. He could smell your sweet perfume and see your lucky socks poking out from your favorite shoes. You're trying to build confidence. You're still weak.

"I-" you paused, looking away from him, "I can't do this anymore, Steve."

"Why not? You promised. You remember that, don't you? You said we'd be together forever and what, now you're leaving me because of some stupid mistake?" The thought of you slipping through his fingers made his skin itch.

"It wasn't a mistake!" Your lips wobbled, "You're insane, Steve! You're making shit up, twisting reality. I can't do it anymore." You look dejected, tired.

Steve scoffed, "making shit up?"

Your piece of shit coworker has a crush on you, it's clear as day. He meddles in your relationship, planting false ideations into your head. He's a little too possessive, he tells you, that can't be healthy. Who is he to speak? He doesn't know you or Steve and he sure as hell doesn't know anything about your relationship.

"Steve," you plead, "he's my friend. He's just a friend looking out for me."

"So you agree with him? You're ridiculous. He got was coming to him." Steve's expressionless, staring at your look of disbelief. He can see the wheels in your head spinning, trying to figure him out.

"You've lost it," you breathe. "I'm sorry, Steve, but I really can't do this anymore." You turned to leave.

Slipping, slipping, slipping.

Your fingers only brushed the door handle when he spoke again, panic laced in his voice, "baby, please, I can't live without you."

You stopped and he could hear your breath hitch. "I'd rather die than live without you." It's a sensitive topic, he knows that but what else was he to do? You've left him with no other choice. You're silent for a few seconds, "what would I do without you?"

"Stevie, please don't say that," your voice is small, weak, and broken.

"I will if you leave me. You don't want me to hurt myself, do you?"

Your back moves as you sob, head falling forward, "no."

Steve feels a sense of satisfaction. Your hand dropped from the handle and moved to cover your face as you cried. He stood and walked over to you, wrapping his arms around your shaking body, "s'okay, baby, I'm safe as long as you're with me. We can get through this."

You nod, finally meeting his eyes. Your eyes are lined with smudged makeup, red and glassy from crying. He leans in to kiss you, happy when you melt into his touch, eagerly kissing him back. Your tears slide into the cracks of your lips and the salty taste makes him sigh.

Steve picks you up, carries you to your shared bed, and gently climbs over you. Your skin is soft under his fingers as he feels up every crevice of your body, focusing on the places you liked most. How could he be a bad boyfriend if he had every part of you committed to memory? You're the only thing on his mind, day and night.

He sucks your thighs, leaving marks as he gets closer and closer to your little cunt. You whimper when he takes your clit into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue and diving into your folds. He pulls away once he's satisfied, savoring the taste of your - his - pretty pussy.

His cock aligns with your clenching hole that aches to be filled. He sinks in with a shaky breath, slowly thrusting into your dripping heat. He'll never tire of the look of pleasure on your face as you squirm under him, tears still leaking from your eyes and mouth slightly ajar, whining and whimpering.

He can't believe he almost lost you. It could never happen again. It would never happen again. "I told you we'd be together forever," his voice is raspy as he reaches to cradle your face, passionately kissing your puckering lips. "I love you so much."

You'll be his forever once he fucks his cum into your womb, breeding you, tying you to him. A symbol of your love in the form of a growing entity. A piece of him tethered to you.

"M'gonna cum inside you," he groaned. The head of his cock kisses your cervix as he thrusts harder.

The look on your face shifted from pleasure to pain and he found himself just as entranced by the hurt so evident in your eyes where he could see the light flickering almost like you were succumbing to your fate. He knew you wouldn't resist with the threat of his life hanging above your head.

You may not want it now, but you will. Eventually, you'll see and feel what he does. You don't need anybody else.

#tw dubcon #threats of #tw sui #tw suicide #i had a plan for soemhting else but i ended up with #this #i cant figure out how i feel #steve harrington (belle’s version) #by belle ! #possessive!steve #toxic!steve harrington #dark!steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x reader smut #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x you smut #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x y/n smut #dark!steve #toxic!steve #steve harrington smut #steve harrington drabble #steve harrington blurb #stranger things smut #stranger things drabble #stranger things

[sems-diarie]

there is a severe lack of steve on this blog so im here to plague the masses with my ghost. frat boy steve harrington n his insane corruption kink that he’s itching to let loose on the cute lil political science major who likes to challenge him in his sociology lecture 🥺

i’m…. ur evil.

enemies to lovers… except only you really consider him an enemy. he’d never tell you, but steve admires you. admires that you don’t take his shit or anyone else’s shit.

frat boy steve who really does try to be nice after the first few weeks of class he’s spent antagonizing you. he sets up the bait, and you take it. always. it’s fun. but then you start getting a little too hostile, a little too mean. you’re breaking his heart, baby.

so he reels himself in. talks to one of his closest buddies—you’ve seen them together a lot. he’s younger, got a head of curly hair and checks steve way harder than you do. needless to say, dustin sets him straight. steve’s not in elementary school anymore; being mean to the girl you like isn’t cool, it’s juvenile.

so really, steve does try to be kinder. he does. tries so hard it makes him nervous—but he’s come to find that when you smell blood, you dive for it. one stutter, one awkward pause, one fuck up of any kind, and you pounce. rip him apart with quick quips and slick-talking.

(all as payback for the last couple of weeks you’ve known him. which isn’t even accounting for the last few years you’ve known of him.

“my reputation proceeds itself, i see,” he tips his chin up.

“yes. steve harrington—resident drunkie,” you flash him a smile. “shouldn’t you be embarrassed?”)

but anywho, after he gathers himself—after dustin gathers him—steve has been giving you roses. he’s leaving you notes, offering to hold your two-ton book bag and walk you to class—something you, intelligently, never refuse. he’s been trying to atone.

and you don’t let him off the hook, ever, it seems.

“it’s like you’re determined to hate me.” he scoffs at you one day.

“you’ve given me nothing to like, baby!”

and that’s exactly how you end up with your wrists wrapped in steve’s hands, knelt between his thick, hairy thighs as he groans above you. hips flush to your nose as he fucks his thick, throbbing cock down your throat ‘til drool and precum bubble down your chin <3

he’s reached his boiling point with you—but can you blame him?

#he cleans u up n sends u off to ur last class of the day <3 #promises to make it up to u since he’s been so mean <\3 #steve h. <3 #dubcon tw #dubcon cw #stranger things <3 #stranger things smut #steve harrington smut

[stevenose]

take

day 5 - praise kink (flayed!steve and flayed!reader)

ao3 | masterlist

summary: you’re steve’s and he’s yours - and you both belong to the upside down.

contains: dub con!!! steve and reader are both flayed!!! while they’re enthusiastic here the lines of consent are murky - read only if you’re okay with that!!; gender unspecified reader, penetration (reader receiving; can be read as piv or anal); praise kink (reader and steve receiving); breeding kink; lots of talk of breeding; coming inside; slightest bit of aftercare; mind break; lovers in peril

word count: 1k

18+ only!!! minors and ageless blogs dni!!!

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You’re so easy to slide into. So pliant and open. Able to take Steve’s cock all the way in with one clean thrust upwards, sighing and wrapping your arms around his neck when you’re fully seated on his cock. He grins wickedly and watches your face closely as your eyes close in ecstasy. He even cocks his head under yours to get closer to you, dark eyes drinking you in.

“Always taking this cock so well,” he praises, strong fingers digging into your fleshy hips, bruising. “So good to me.”

“So good,” you repeat, slowly moving yourself up and down. You were stupid and pliant for him the moment he crawled through your window, doing the same thing he does every night. First poised as keeping you safe as the world burned around you, you’re now desperate for him, craving him. Thinking of him nonstop through the day even when the earth quakes and cracks.

And Steve - real Steve - he knows it’s fucked up, but this is all he’s ever wanted. Someone to come home to and love, to worship and to worship him, to breed. He can’t find himself caring as his cock slips into your perfect walls again and again, always leaking him when he leaves and ready to take him when he returns. Wet and stretched out because he - the entity - has such a hold on your mind.

It’s all you’ve ever wanted, too, even if you can’t think of it now. To be taken care of, to be safe, to be Steve’s. To be his partner forever, to help him, to take him however he wants.

Steve’s polite when he fucks you, even though he doesn’t want to be. The entity chose a bad host. Steve’s too loving and hard to control, but there’s you, getting filled up over and over, helping expand and build. He’s filled with evil and yet compliments you the entire time, unable to stop himself.

“You’re beautiful,” he pants, kneading the flesh of your ass with his big, calloused hands. They’re freezing cold. “Look how I slip right into you. Where do you feel me?”

Whining, you reach down to the pouch of your lower belly, groaning because you really can feel him through the skin. He’s tearing you up and it’s so pleasurable, so hypnotizing. You clench down on his cock in a vice. “Here.”

Steve rests his hand on top of yours and his cock kicks at the feel of him sliding in and out of you. “This belongs to me, right?” he asks, sliding his hand down to play with you.

“Belongs to you,” you say. “All belongs to you.”

His teeth clash against yours, the only sound in the room your arousal and pants. He kisses you cruelly, unlike his words, biting and sucking on your lips. It’s messy, like he’s never kissed before, like that part of Steve has somehow stayed suppressed. His hands fly up to grope your chest harshly and you groan. The pain only melts into pleasure.

“Steve,” you moan into his mouth, mind consumed with nothing but him and his cock.

“You’re going to help me,” Steve says, pulling back and glaring up at you through his hooded eyes. “Going to help me populate. Build. Take over.”

“Yes,” you whimper. “Anything.”

“Anything,” Steve affirms, fucking into you harder, deeper.

You feel him everywhere, even where he isn’t - in your chest, your throat, your hands, your legs. Your core, stuffed with him, ready and eager for him. It’s overwhelming and you have to rest your head on his shoulder as he keeps fucking you dumber and dumber.

Steve turns his head to whisper into your ear as you slump against him. “Perfect. So perfect. My perfect little thing. Going to keep you. I’m never going let you go.”

“Never,” you slur, legs shaking around his in anticipation of an impending orgasm. He wraps his arms around your back to keep you steady and seated on him.

“You’re mine. You always have been. Haven’t you?”

“Yes,” you moan. Your fingers dig into the muscles of his shoulder blades.

“I’m yours,” he assures, cock hitting against your sweet spot. You cry out and wail as he continues fucking it, working to break your mind with the intensity of his thrusts before he fills you up. “Look at me. Need to see you.”

Hazy with arousal, you pull yourself up to meet Steve’s eyes. They’re dark - pitch black - all the way around, but it doesn’t scare you. You’re past the point of being scared of him.

“There’s my pretty thing,” he says, smiling. His pace never falters. “Cum.”

It hits you fast. You writhe in the white-hot blindness of it, Steve gripping you hard keep you firmly planted on his pulsing dick. He watches your eyes go cross and that’s when he lets go, pushing far into you and coming in thick spurts. He buries his head in the crook of your neck and bites, making you cry out again in nothing but pleasure.

You’re always so spent after. Steve lifts you off of his lap and down onto your mattress, crawling back on top of you to kiss you again. His thumb brushes over your cheekbone and you both have the slightest second of understanding - a wide awakening to what’s transpiring - but you fall back under as Steve’s tongue slides sloppily over your own.

“Pretty,” he repeats. You’re prettiest like this, fucked and filled, staring up at him like he’s the moon, the stars, the world. Worshipping him with every look and sound and movement. His lips slot over yours once more before he pulls back and slides your sheets over your naked figure.

“Stay,” he commands. “And keep me inside.”

You nod languidly. “O-okay.”

“I’ll be back for you. My pretty thing.”

And he is, the next night, repeating the same motions as terror hangs around you.

#steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader #tw dubcon #flayed!steve #ns/fw #stevenose posts #steve x reader #kinktober #this sucks. i’m so sorry 🫶🏻

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

With the devil and angels Steddie au ur so right about dark vibes, like what if they start sabotaging her romantic life so she can’t get a date, and they can keep her all to themselves

omgomgomg yeeeeeeessss! and like also, ANOTHER THOUGHT, they don't sleep! not when they are there with her. so when she's asleep they're just there... watching... and who knows, it's a super long night and they might get bored or their minds might start to wander... maybe they they play with you a little bit... UH! WAIT! what if they have powers!?!?!??! like ones you could use for sexy purposes? uh uhhhhhh. now I've just got straight up hentai floating around my brain. damn. okay. OKAY. now that changes things.

#angel & devil steddie #lea answers #tw somnophilia #tw dubcon #stranger things smut #steve harrington smut #eddie munson smut #perv!eddie munson #perv!steve harrington #perv!eddie #perv!steve #steddie smut #steddie x reader smut

[undeaddisillusion]

Jonathan takes the creepy photos of Steve late at night and then Eddie comes over at the crack of dawn the next morning to help Jonathan develop them in his back-yard-dark-room-shed. With both of them working together they get it done pretty quickly, and with how many times they've done it, they work like a well oiled machine. Then they have the rest of the day to do whatever they want together...

Ohhh oh your mind- ooh yes

They spent the whole day jacking it together and talking about the absolute heinous things they would do to Steve given the chance. Talking about even making that chance happen, neither of them really think Steve is entirely straight, especially with multiple rumors going around about Steve 'accidentally' sneaking peaks in the boys locker room...

#steve harrington #stranger things #steddie #eddie munson #bi steve harrington #tw stalking #dubcon #stalker eddie munson #dark eddie munson #stalker jonathan byers #dark jonathan byers #stonathon #steddathon

[hoosurdaddy]

Apols.

Dark!Steve Harrington x Reader.

(TW: NON-CON, DUB-CON, slut shaming, sexual abuse, implied past sexual abuse and abuse within relationship. DNI IF THIS UPSETS YOU).

All you wanted a lift home.

Some part of you deep down knew that that this would happen. That Steve would just humiliate You, but you never knew he would do this, even when no one could see. It took him one minute to corner you in the back of his car, twenty seconds to rip your clothes off and even less to force his mouth against yours.

Steve's hand reached down, covering your face that had been drenched in tears and snots as you begged him to stop. You had become too distasteful for him to look at. You cried silently, accepting your fate while Steve used your holes.

“Fuck, Y'N." Steve muttered, pressing your face into the carpet of his car. “You’re so tight, fuck.”

“‘Ste--”

He pinned down your arms - the same arms that were trying to push him away. Steve was big, strong and he was a part of the wrestling team. You tried to fight back, but as his lips turning into a smirk as your body squirms under his, he just laughed at your efforts. Steve was the king in Hawkins, no one could tell him different. He got what he wanted and that was you.

“Sluts don’t talk.” Steve hushed you quickly, his thrusts speeding up. He threw his head back in pleasure, his nails digging into your back. Steve bends his knees slightly and starts thrusting harder as you cling on the seats, ignoring th sounds of your skin slapping together. You’re doing your best to space out the world around you, to space Steve out. You felt dirty, you felt disgusting, you wanted this to stop. You hated how your body reacted to this, you couldn’t even form the word no as Steve would only hear a yes.

Steve eventually came inside you. You felt yourself cringe and die a little on the inside. Silence for a moment as Steve cleaned himself up before helping you clean up. As you sat in the back seat, staring at the bruises on your thigh, Steve sighed and wrapped his arms around you.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” You hated when he done this.

“I promise it won’t happen again.” That’s what Steve said before.

“Can you forgive me?” No.

You nodded.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #Tw dubcon #tw noncon

[buckyhad]

On the road

wc: 1674

pairing: Soft!Dark!Billy Hargrove x fem!reader, mentions of Steve Harrington

tw: dub-con, non-con (just for safety), voyeurism (Steve Harrington), public sex, breeding kink, toxic relationship (I think that’s it).

I had like the principal idea for this but while writing it turned totally different, so I hope yall like it, also english it's not my first language so any correction it’s welcome.

Billy met Y/N when he was 18; she was 15 and Max's friend.

He immediately feels in love with her, or what he thinks its love, in his weird ass concept of loving someone who isn't him.

He made sure that everyone in the town knew that she was his, so of course no boy came near her.

When Y/N was 16 Billy started to give her flowers, he was 19 so of course he wasn't going to take her on a date, he still wanted to hook up with other girls, again, weird ass concept of loving.

Y/N turned 17 and Billy decided that it was time to win her mother's heart, so he brought flowers to her mom, and a little car to her brother, her dad wasn't around so it was even easier.

Her mom was fascinated with him, who wouldn't? I mean, he was tall, and charming and has the prettiest hair in the town.

When Y/N turned 18 Billy went crazy, it wasnt even her birthday when he was knocking the door to finally kiss her and took her on their first real date to a restaurant in the center of the town.

Of course everyone was shocked, Billy Hargrove finally setting with a girl? It's not something you see every day.

Their first year went amazing and filled with love.

She has her first time with him, of course he made sure no lame boy touched her, she was his, and he was going to make sure she was his in every aspect.

And thats when everything started to go down the hill.

Billy was angry or drunk almost every day.

He was mad when she talked to another boy, it didn't matter that it was because she was working, he would get angry at her and scream how much of a whore she was. And after that he always hate fucked her. So of course she loved to make him angry.

She decided to quit her job after a while.

And Y/N wasn't that behind him either, while he works at the pool, she sits beside him to make sure neither of those old bitches, as she liked to call them while fighting with him, looked at her boyfriend.

He has been angry with her, but nothing like that day.

He fucking humillated her.

And she loved it.

Its was a hot day and Y/N wanted an ice cream, so she went to the best ice cream shop in Hawkins, first mistake, Steve worked there.

Billy hated Steve, he said it was his worst enemy.

Actually, Steve didn't do shit to him, but anyways, after a few punches, Billy hated him even more.

Y/N entered the shop to order an ice cream, and there was Steve, in his blue uniform, Y/N sighed, praying that Billy didn't see her. She wasn't in the mood to fight with him today.

Billy liked to fuck Y/N in every single place, so she always wore the prettiest little skirts, just like she was doing while shopping.

— Hey Steve!.— she cheered. Steve looked around looking for her crazy boyfriend, sighing happily when he wasn't there.

— Good evening, Y/N.— Y/N and Steve where friends before Billy, he was always with her friend group, almost babysitting them as he says, (actually he loves them a lot) so for him it was really sad seeing one of her kids being in such a toxic relationship.

— I would like a cone please, strawberry ice cream.— she smiled.

— Right away.— He said.

And she never got to eat her ice cream, because there was Billy, driving his blue camaro, stoping when he saw her. Cursing God when her prayer didn't work.

She knew what was coming next, so she smiled at Steve with an apologetic smile.

Billy entered the shop stomping towards her and Steve frowned watching the scene in front of him, and got closer to her just in case, with her cone in hand.

— Here you go, than... —

— I told you to dont fucking speak to him, are you dumb or just too horny to care?.— Billy talked throught his teeth.

— Dont talk to her like that.— Steve tried to interfere

— Its none of your damn bussines.— Billy responded without looking at him.

— I'm just buying something to eat, fuck off.— she stated rolling her eyes.

— Wait in the car.— Billy said to her while looking at Steve.

Y/N handed Steve the money while grabbing her cone and skippin towards the car.

Billy entered the car, not even looking at her.

— Do you want some?.— she said liking her candy.

— Are you dumb? Im serious, I FUCKING TOLD YOU DON'T TALK TO HIM!.— he smacked the steering wheel in between his last four words —Don't roll your eyes at me.— he whispered the last part while grabbing her ice cream and throwing it out the window.

— WHAT THE FUCK IT'S WRONG WITH YOU?.— She screamed and looked at him gasping.

— With me? What it's wrong with me? WHAT ITS WRONG WITH YOU, being a fucking slut all the damn time with every single boy you see.— Billy was driving like a mad man at this point.

— I was literally just buying something to eat, you are crazy, really crazy.—

— You want to be a whore?.— Billy stopped abruptly the car at one side of the road — All right, i'm gonna treat you like one, get out of the car.—

— What? I'm no... —

— It sounded like I was fucking asking? Get out of the car.—

Y/N did as he said, expecting to be left there, but Billy also got out of the camaro and that's when she felt real panic.

— What are you doing?.— she asked shaking a little bit.

— Hands on the hood, and i'm not going to ask you twice.—

Y/N placed both of her hands on the hood and felt her boyfriend standing behind her.

— You know who drives through this road to go to his home? That's right, your little friend Steve. — he said while placing his hand on the back of her neck and pushing her so all her upper body was on top of the car, and leanded to keep talking to her.

— Stop, you're really scaring me.—

— There is no reason to feel scared sugar, you're really going to enjoy while I fuck your brain out in here.— Y/N felt a cold run through her spine, already ashamed of the wet feeling in between her legs.

— No, let go of me, i'm deadass serious.— she wiggle trying to scape him when she started to feel Billy pulling down her underwear.

—Watch your mouth.— he hissed —You know which it's the best part? Steve's shift is over in 5 minutes, so he is probably going to see you get fucked.— he let out a mocking laugh.

— Billy, please, you can fuck me all you want when we get home, please.— she heard the sound of his jean opening.

— I love when you beg me like that, just get me even more horny.—.

Billy let his dick spring out of his boxers, already fully hard with the idea of fucking her girlfriend raw in the middle of the road, and he was even more excited to show Steve that Y/N only belongs to him.

He spitted on his free hand and fisted his cock, tucking at it a little bit preparing himself.

Y/N was still shaking, with shame and anticipation.

He lifted her skirt a little bit, and prodded his tip on her pussy, spreading her wetness and his spit.

— God, always so tight for me.— he said after fully pushing inside her.

He thrusted his hips at a slow pace, and lifted his head when he heard another car, smirking when he recognized it.

— Look who it is sweetcheeks, your friend, say hi to him.— he grabbed her hair making Y/N arch her back and look at Steve, who stopped when he saw Billy. Y/N was just moaning really low while her eyes rolled in her skull.

— What the fuck are you doing? This is fucking illegal Hargrove.— Steve shouted.

— Yeah? Well, too bad, I just couldn't resist my girl you know. Yes, you probably know, because you love to flirt with her.— he powered up his pace making Y/N moan louder.

— You are really sick man, you really are.—

— Im not the one watching his friend get fucked and getting a fucking boner.— he chuckled.

— He is right Stevie, you are real... fuck, really enjoying this.— Y/N talked for the first time in a while. — Fuck i'm going to cum, Billy, please.—. Her boyfriend reached his hand to her front, rubbing her clit.

Steve was just mesmerized with the sight in front of him, frozen in place watching his friend cum.

— Oh dear God, fuck, Billy so good.— he fucked her throuhg her high, overstimulating her — No more, too much, stop.—

— You wanna see me cum too Steve?.— Billy was really getting off in showing power over his girl. — Wanna see me breed her? Cum inside her? Because i'm gonna put a fucking baby inside her, because she is fucking mine.—. Y/N almost screamed while her second orgasm of the evening hit her after Billy talked about putting a baby in her.

— Oh man you really are crazy.— Steve whispered loud enough for them to hear.

Billy came inside her after a few more thrusts, gasping while grabbing Y/N face to give her a depp kiss. Steve was still standing there, horny and shocked, not knowing what to do.

— You can already leave to go touch yourself Steve. Don't talk about this with anyone.— Y/N laughed a little to ease the tension.

— Yeah, yeah, of course.— he rushed inside his car and left as fast as he could.

— Put your underwear back on, and don't stain my car.— Billy tucked himself back in his jeans. — You did really well sugar, I love you so much.— he hugged and kissed his girl.

— I love you too.—.

#billy hargrove smut #dark!billy hargrove #dubcon #billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy x reader #billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove x y/n #stranger things #billy hargrove imagine #billy x reader x steve

[animalempathy]

Metalsandwich WIP

Priest x Demons AU

"Don't worry, Father. It's just a dream. It'll be over soon."

#stranger things #metalsandwich #steddilly #billy hargrove #steve harrington #eddie munson #my wips #dubcon

[poppy-metal]

STEPDAD STEVE?!

mmmmm imagining overhearing your mom tell him to go upstairs and wait for her, blindfolded. you want to gag at the image, but steve quickly goes upstairs to do as she says. you're so ecstatic when your mom accidentally dozes off, knowing just how stale her and steves sex life has become. your mom just isn't putting out anymore like she used to.

you take the opportunity, slinking up the steps. the master bedroom door creaks open when you push it and you bite your lip. steve is spread out on the bed, naked except for the black tie around his eyes. you swallow at the sight of his big hairy chest, thick thighs and tight abs, flushed cock. straining against his belly. ruddy and thick.

he tilts his head when he hears you come in, "honey?" he sounds excited. you know this is probably the first time he'll be touched in like, months. your mother really is so neglectful.

you don't want to give yourself away so you only hum. coming to kneel in front of those thick, flexing thighs. your hands rest on them, and his skin is so warm. steve groans when you touch his cock.

"baby...." he sighs, head tipped back. "i missed this."

poor daddy. you nuzzle his dick and lick a fat stripe up it, all the way to his weeping slit. his hands curl in the bed. "that's so good. your mouth is- is it tighter?"

lifting his cock so you can kitten lick his fat sack. you moan when his thighs jump and clamp around your head, big hand coming to rest in your hair. "oh, jesus." he sounds broken. "y-you've never done that before- honey-"

you suck one of his balls into your mouth, the flesh altering your voice when you mumble "mm, daddy."

you feel his sack tighten in your mouth. "oh, fuck. baby, babygirl."

you hum against his balls, let him pull you up to feed his cock down your throat. "i don't know what it is," he pants, dragging your lips up and down over him. "you're so slutty for me tonight. oh, daddy loves it. wanted this for so long- didn't think you'd like it, but. you do? you like daddys big cock, baby?"

you gurgle around him, spit bubble popping and slicking over his shaft. you're in heaven.

"m'gonna cum, sweetheart." you look up to see his half covered face. flushed pink and big chest heaving, nipples hard and poking through the hair on his chest as he fucks your throat. "daddy's gonna fill that little throat. my little girls throat- oh fuck-"

as thick ropes of his cum coat the back of your throat, you have to wonder. if its really your mother hes thinking about right now.

(It isn't)

#ask #tw: dubcon #tw: stepcest #tw: daddy kink #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut

[off-phelia]

Could someone recommend me vampire!Eddie or kas!Eddie fics?

I came across one the day before yesterday but it disappeared (u writers are really fast) :(

The synopsis was something like reader and steve crying over Eddie's death and one day they hear a knock on the door (?)

Help

#eddie munson x reader #steddie x reader #steve harrington x reader #vampire eddie munson #kas eddie munson #pls no r*pe or dubcon fics #eddie stranger things #eddie munson imagine #steve harrington imagine