#stomarol

[jonathanbiers]

steve/carol/tommy + incorrect quotes

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[momotonescreaming]

Our Sweetness

Rating: T | WC: 1.4k | Steve/Tommy/Carol Polyamory, Established Relationship [also on ao3]

“Okay, so,” Carol starts, capping her pen. The fluffy end bobbles as she gestures with it, looking over at her boys. She’s sat cross legged at the end of her bed, weekly planner in her lap. Music plays softly in the background — a mixtape Steve made for the three of them — from a boombox she has resting on her desk on the other side of the room.

Steve looks up at the sound of her voice from his place in Tommy’s lap. Sat in between Tommy’s legs, his back pressed to his stomach, arms braced over Tommy’s thighs — splayed wide. He’s comfortable. Tommy’s hands carding through his hair, smoothing out the strands and ruining his carefully styled locks. Melting into it, blinking slowly. It’s a little thrilling, that they get this. They’re allowed to ruin his hair, to hold him, to make him feel comfortable.

“I’ve got our week all figured out, so listen up.” She continues, looking a little pointedly at Tommy. He lets out a quiet but indignant ‘Hey!’ as Carol barrels on. Tapping the page with the end of her capped pen, looking down at her careful cursive, and then back up at Steve and Tommy’s tangled bodies. “Monday I have a haircut and style, and I will not be rescheduling. So you two can hang unless there’s anything else you haven’t told me?”

“Nah,” Tommy replies, still absently running his hands through Steve’s hair. He looks down at the man, tilting his head up gently so they can lock eyes. “Wanna come over then, baby? Parents won’t get home ‘til late.”

Steve just sighs, sinking into the feeling. “Can’t. I still have that Social Studies essay to work on, and I’m rapidly running out of time.”

“Study date, then?” Tommy says, grinning. And Carol knows he does not have any actual studying in mind.

“Monday.” Carol says, talking over him, smothering any answer Steve might have. “I’m at the hairdresser, Steve is studying, and Tommy is jerking off alone.”

“Hey!” Tommy exclaims, hands stilling, and Steve just laughs. Brings one of his hands up to rest on Tommy’s side. Runs his hand in small circles, a comfort. “What the hell Carol!”

“We will be graduating together, if I have anything to do with it,” She continues. “Plus you two need to keep your grades if you want to stay on the team.”

Tommy scoffs, but Carol can see he carefully doesn’t move out of Steve’s hold, away from his hand. He grabs it actually, pulling it away from his side, and brings it to his mouth. Places a soft kiss to the back of Steve’s knuckles, at the soft hair there, and Steve smiles. Soft, and sweet, and looking up at Tommy.

Fuck, she loves them.

“Tuesday Steve has swim practice.”

“Yeah, and it might run late too, with the meet so soon. So no hanging out after, I’m afraid.” Steve adds, sighing, not letting go of Tommy’s hand. He sounds a little disappointed.

“No worries baby,” She says, voice dropping into something saccharine sweet. Comforting. Reassuring. She always takes care of her boys. “I can have time with Tommy, and then we can make it up to you later.”

She deliberately keeps her tone sweet, not dipping into something sultry. Because as much as she loves making it up to Steve — taking care of him, making him feel good and taking him apart. Sometimes he needs it a little sweeter. Non-sexual intimacy. Massages and baths, cuddling while watching a movie. That they’re in it for him, and not just his body.

“Okay,” Steve replies softly, and she can see how much he yearns to reach out and touch. But they have to organise their week, or they’ll never get anything done.

“Wednesday Tommy has the dentist with his Mom after school.” She starts, pointing at the appointment in her planner, time carefully recorded. Tommy scoffs, but doesn’t interrupt. “And I have a study/hang with Nicole.”

She doesn’t say anything, neither does Tommy, but they both look at Steve.

“It’s okay,” He says. “I’ll go to the gym, go for a run. It’ll be good.”

“Keeping those muscles warm for us, huh?” Tommy jokes, mouth curling into a smirk.

“Oh you know it,” Steve replies, looking back up at Tommy, and then back to Carol, smile on his face.

“Thursday is basketball practice, obviously,” She continues, lest the boys get lost in their banter, their flirting. “So if you guys want to have a date after, I’ll have some me time.”

The boys basketball dates, Carol knew, were quite often sweaty gross things. Full of shower sex, rough hand jobs, and manly grunting. They needed to get it out of their system, flirt on the basketball court, work themselves up, and then fuck it out.

And most of the time it was best if they did it without Carol. They had a system, it worked. They got to have their jockish hookups, and get it all out so they could be good for her.

She watched as Tommy and Steve looked at each other, grinning, sinking into each others gazes. It was sweet — or it would be if she couldn’t tell they were being horny about it.

“Friday we’re totally free,” Carol says, adjusting her posture. Finally. That was the thing about they dynamic they had, the relationship they had built — all three of them — was it was occasionally very, very, hard to find a time they were all free. No extracurriculars, no appointments, no other commitments with friends. “So date night? All of us?”

“Matty from swim has been talking about throwing a party,” Steve adds. “We could go let loose? Dance? Have a few drinks and then go back to mine?”

“I thought your parents are home?” Tommy asks, brow furrowing as he looks down at Steve, still reclining serenely in Tommy’s laps. Cradled by his legs, his warm thighs. It’s a good place to be, Carol knows. She’d almost be jealous if she didn’t love the sight of it so much.

“They are,” he replies with a sigh, chest moving with the sheer force of the air leaving his lungs. “But they’re driving out of town for some dinner party. They’ll be back Saturday afternoon.”

“Well that’s plenty of time for us to have some fun.” Carol adds with a cat-like grin. “We can go out Saturday morning, get some brunch? Get Steve out of the house?”

“Please,” he says with another sigh. “They’re always a nightmare when they get back.”

“Perfect.” Carol says with finality, snapping her planner closed. She rests her fluffy pen on top, and pushes it off to the side. “That’s it then. So please, for the love of all that is holy, please remember it all.”

“Could never forget you, hot stuff,” Tommy flirts, holding out his free hand for her to take. That glint in his eye, that curl to his lips, the look he gives her. It’s addicting. It’s charming. She rolls her eyes, of course she does, but she grabs Tommy’s hand. Lets him pull her closer, into his grasp. “Love your organisation skills.”

It sounds like a joke, like he’s teasing — and Tommy sort of is — but she knows he genuinely means it. The way she merges their lives together in her little planner. Everyone’s sports, and appointments, school due dates and family commitments.

She lets herself tumble down onto the bed, into Tommy’s hold, Steve shuffling over to make room for her. They’re curled together like commas, Tommy holding onto them both, sharing the same breath.

Steve hooks an ankle over hers, anchoring her, and brings his free hand up to gently brush across her face. Her flushed cheeks, her sharp jaw. Tilting it up with a gentle press of his fingers.

“Thank you sweetheart,” he says, and she feels a gasp hitch in her chest. It’s the way he says it, that always gets her. The warmth, the sheer emotion in all his words, his tone. He cares for her, for Tommy, and for all of them together. It leaks out of him, like it’s too big for him to contain.

She loves it. Lets her eyes drop down to Steve’s lips. Plush and pink and right there. He sees this, Tommy sees it, and a shiver runs down her spine. “You gonna kiss me, or what?”

“With pleasure,” Steve whispers, voice dropping low as he closes the distance between them.

#stranger things #steve harrington #tommy hagan #carol perkins #stomarol #steve/tommy/carol #My Writing #rip to all my other projects this fic just happened

[thestobingirlie]

mean girls trio pt. 4 <3

#mean girls trio #carol perkins #steve harrington #tommy hagan #stomarol #stommy #starol #? ​is that steve/carol’s ship name? #what’s tommy/carols? #tarol #cammy #stranger things #st txt posts

[meangirlstobin]

#stomarol #of course the regular couple in question are madly in love fag4dyke

[devondespresso]

Background details about Tommy and Carol from Season 1, and how they are with conflict

&lt;very much not an all exhaustive list, i just saw this gif with something interesting and pulled up the whole show to look into it>

Now the one i saw was slightly longer, showing carol and tommy's continued reactions, so ofc we had to learn how tf to make gifs so i can show you guys what im talking about (this ones at .75 speed)

Specifically, to include not just their initial reactions, but also the next thoughts.

Lets start with Nicole, the redhead on the far right, who obviously isn't nearly as close to the trio as they are to each other (she's basically only around at school and this scene and doesn't stick around after they run from the cops). She's our control (if this were an experiment), the normal reaction. She's surprised in the entertained way. Steve's girlfriend slapped him, things are getting interesting.

Then Carol, who's probably got my favorite reaction. A similar surprise and "Oh" as Nicole, but her eyebrows don't stay up if they even jump at all. Then she looks at Nancy and she's mad, clearly on Steve's behalf. Steve's girlfriend slapped him, how dare she.

Next we have Tommy, the only person in this scene to noticeably flinch, bringing an arm up in front of him and playing it off with the cigarette to his mouth and marveling at the event. To me, it reads as a kind of empathy: if he were in Steve place in that moment, he'd block/shield himself and he has the reflexes to do it even when he's standing several feet away. I could be reading into it, but i still think its interesting he make more movement than the two people closer to them, and even the guy getting slapped (who doesn't even turn away, the momentum of the hit changes his angle slightly).

Then another (im sorry its pretty hard to follow, again, just learned how to make half decent gifs) showing interesting stuff from the fight i never noticed until looking for it. Most notably, extra lines/ad-lib from Tommy and Carol I've subtitled, like Tommy telling Carol to leave (the implication that she didn't want to as Nicole grabbed her, combined with her line worrying about him), Tommy hauling Steve up and Steve stumbling like we see in season 2 after his concussion (not definitive proof he has a concussion or something close to it since hes able to run and talk fine after, but its interesting)

Then we get the conflict afterwards, showing up differently for Carol and Tommy.

With Carol, its arguing. It's jabs at Nancy and it jabs at Tommy and Carol. What i think is really interesting is that the shit Steve says genuinely surprises her. Before she's goofing off with Tommy, the both of them trying to lighten the mood and Steve snaps. And her response isn't "calm down" or "what's gotten into you" (that's more in Tommy's lines), shes genuinely taken aback.

And then at the end, Steve raises his voice (not loud enough for a yell, but combined with the motion it feels like one) and Carol visibly backs up, out of frame entirely for a second. (followed by Tommy blowing up at Steve for yelling at her, and the following lines expressing again how its out of character for him)

That, combined with her reaction to Steve yelling from a previous scene (where he's going to check on Nancy and they tease him for caring) (also at .75 speed)

She's definitely got something going on with yelling specifically, especially since Tommy doesn't even look upset after, an expression similar to Nicole's "shit got interesting" expression from earlier.

Then there's Tommy's conflict, which is probably most memorable because its physical aggression (and very... tense.)

(yes i cut out over half of that moment the file size was massive im sorry)

We see from the Carol gif before and in this one that he gets aggressive. One shove when Steve yells at Carol, then the second Steve pushes back he escalates and even after Steve stops responding we get Tommy slamming the car door and hitting the outside even as Steve is driving out.

Its much harder to tell with him what the deal is, especially since he doesn't get the same vulnerable looks as Carol does. I think you could headcanon him having a similar thing as Carol, or as just macho-jock bullshit he learned to stay on top, or even it all leading back to having a crush on Steve.

This also doesn't really prove or disprove Tommy's actual ability to fight (i remember seeing people talk about it but I can't remember specifics) since he could either be a solid fighter who knows how to hit and protect from a hit, or he's talking out of his ass and sticks to intimidation and blocking when he needs to. Again, up to you (i certainly don't know which I find more interesting yet)

I personally also like to think the three of them were really good friends for a while, at least since middle school (but im also a sap especially for best-friendships) I wish we could've seen more of how Carol was taking the split up in season 2 and maybe something from Tommy other than how he hangs out with Billy now. Maybe Carol and Tommy split after Steve left, maybe it happened when Tommy tried replacing Steve with Billy in their trio, maybe they never split and Carol avoided Steve afterwards.

(tho i am kinda glad the story let them go after 2 seasons, we get a lot more room to play around with what-ifs and read into their scenes)

#carol perkins #tommy hagan #steve harrington #stomarol #stommy #steve and tommy and carol #mean girl trio #do tommy and carol even have a ship name??? #tomarol #??? #steve and tommy #steve and carol #tommy and carol #stranger things #gif #feel free to use my gifs btw just tag me 💕 #devon thinks sometimes

[findafight]

Anyway - Stobin makes perfect sense to Tommy and Carole. Their only surprise/double take is that Steve’s managed to find someone else other the same weird sense of boundaries as Steve i.e. it’s months into their friendship before either of them thinks to ask for each others’ number, but they think nothing of attempting to sneak into each other’s houses at three in the morning.

It’s a bittersweet feeling; on the one hand, there’s NO way they’re getting him back now. On the other hand, they’re not responsible for trying to “look after” him (keeping him from presenting as “too” neurodivergent/queer) anymore. Looking back, he was kind of high maintenance…

Tommy and Carol crying screaming throwing up seeing stobin galavanting around town because that's THEIR job!! That's THEIR weird boy best friend what is Robin Buckley doing hanging off him and laughing with him and getting rides from him and wearing his sweaters?!? It took them years to build up to that (because they were kids lol) and Buckley comes in and within a MONTH of working together they're inseparable?? Where's the justice in that??

She's not even being his friend right! Instead of making sure he acts "normal" and doesn't draw attention to himself they are both acting openly strange in public! Steve had gotten worse when he started babysitting the middleschoolers but now? It's like he doesn't care! He's making weird faces in public with her, and she's encouraging this!

God they're never going to win him back now. Even though it was tough trying to get him not to act too weird or help figuring out WHY people were acting a certain way (Steve was always good at reading what people were feeling, but not necessarily the why of it all. Like why be annoyed at questions? WhyWhy pick on someone you barely know when they're just standing not doing anything? Why walk on lunch tables making speeches? (That last one Tommy and Carol couldn't answer either) which maybe led to sort of ignoring people he didn't know or care about?) They miss it now they no longer get to...

#stomarol #mean girl trio #steve harrington #carol perkins #tommy hagan #stobin #steve being an excellent reading and knowing someone is going through it but not registering the why. #maybe he can read people and knows how to manipulate that but struggles interpreting the why? #stranger things #findaanswers #anonasaurus #stommarol

[qprstobin]

An important part of my stomarol dynamic is they are all very stupid but very smart at the same time, hope that helps

#stomarol #mean girl trio #love them your honor #steve #tommy #carol #walkie chatter

[cranberrymoons]

loving all of you

prompt: rare pair (discord drabble) rated: e (18+) tags: established polyamory/throuple (stomarol), morning sex, future fic, cunnilingus 😇

“Someone needs to get coffee,” Carol says one morning when the three of them have woken up but are still piled together in bed, lazy and naked and tangled up in the sheets. 

There’s a soft beam of light coming in through the window of their bedroom, making everything glow in a way that feels like they’re living inside a dream. She pushes her hand back through Steve’s hair where his head is pillowed on her chest, tugs at the roots enough to make him grunt. 

“Coffee.”

It’s an instruction, not a question – a command, if anything. He picks his head up and blinks up at her, yawns and pushes up into her hand like a cat. 

“Make Tommy.”

“Dude.” Tommy lands a punch on his arm, but it’s light and is followed immediately by his mouth as he rolls onto his side and arches toward Steve, teeth raking over his skin. Muffled into his shoulder, “Not cool.”

Steve just smiles to himself, ducking his head to hide his smile in the space between Carol’s breasts, miles of soft, warm skin. She shifts her hand to the back of his head to cradle him there, holding him in place as his mouth starts to move against her, kissing down toward her stomach.

He’s not really sure when it started between them. Maybe when they went away to college, which was the first time it really happened. Maybe before that, or maybe after. It’s been years now, the three of them. Long enough that it’s hard to put his finger on it.

Maybe that’s the thing – maybe it never really started at all. Maybe it’s just always been a part of who they are, this and them and the flames of it licking at the backs of their heels. Tommy licking at the backs of his teeth and Carol’s hands in his hair and all of Steve’s skin on fire, top to toe.

He thinks he’d probably be okay with catching fire, as long as it meant staying here. As long as it meant clinging tighter to whatever it is they have.

“Go,” she says. She shifts her hips to let her legs fall open as Steve makes his way down, hands skittering over her skin. “Tommy.”

Tommy lets out a little breath, distracted and lingering as he watches Steve with a half-open mouth. “But –”

“Go,” she says again, and this time, her voice has a breathy edge to it that sets Steve’s skin on fire. He sucks a kiss into her pelvis, pushing her legs further apart without needing to be told. “You can have your turn when you get back.”

Tommy hesitates for another beat, just long enough for her to get impatient and wave a hand at him. He climbs out of bed with a hand trailing over Steve’s back, light and shivery. 

“You promise?”

Steve spreads her apart with his tongue, follows it up with two fingers, and she gasps, thighs closing around his head to muffle everything else in the room as her back arches off the bed. She moans, and her fingers clench in his hair, and he pulls her clit between his lips.

“Promise,” she gasps. “Double if you bring croissants.”

[also on ao3]

#stwgdailyprompt #steve harrington #carol perkins #tommy hagan #stomarol fic #stomarol #starommy #stranger things #my fic #discord drabble

[starryeyedjanai]

you can tell me what you want

stomarol | explicit | kinktober prompt: pegging | wc: 2486

cw: transmasculine steve, squirting mention

Read on ao3 or below the cut

Steve has become accustomed to the odd things Tommy and Carol ask of him. Not odd, really, just - in the context of their relationship, friendship, some people would say it's a little weird.

It started out with Carol asking, begging, Steve to give Tommy some tips on how to eat her out because she was too impatient to try and teach him.

This was right before he came out to her so he was flattered that she'd heard enough about his pussy eating skills from around campus to ask him to give Tommy pointers about it.

And listen, he tried.

He tried so hard to keep it at just that, just miming what he'd do - in the air at first, so fucking awkwardly, and then on a peach.

And Tommy's a hands-on kind of learner, but trying to eat out a peach wasn't helping because it's not at all the same - none of the taste and texture and reaction of a person's cunt.

So they went back to Carol, the two of them, and Steve asked if he could teach Tommy in a real hands-on kind of way.

He came out to her then ("since you and I have similar equipment, maybe I could really show him how it's done?") mostly because the thought of Tommy kneeling between his legs for however long it took him to get it right had him sweating and jerking himself raw the previous night.

Carol said yes immediately, anything to help Tommy make her orgasm with just his mouth.

So he made Tommy kneel in front of him and spread his legs for him and showed him how to touch someone with a cunt.

He brought himself off in front of him, fingers working his dick with tight, fast circles. Tommy was leaning forward to taste before Steve was even done shuddering through his orgasm, tongue licking over his clenching hole.

He grabbed fistfuls of Tommy's hair like they were reins and directed him right where he wanted him, talking him through it the entire time, telling him how to flick his tongue, when to use the flat of his tongue on his clit, to ask if he can put his fingers inside instead of just assuming.

He came with Tommy sucking on his clit, two fingers inside pressing up, and he shivered at the wave of possession that flowed over him. He didn't think about it before, but he's the first person Tommy was able to get off like this.

He doesn't subscribe to the whole virginity thing like some guys, so he wasn't sure why being Tommy's first something was really doing it for him. But he knew if they asked again, he was going to say yes. If Tommy needed tips on something else, he'd say yes.

And they did ask.

Tommy asked if he'd help him with "finding the g-spot" and Steve put some towels down on his bed and put a cock ring on Tommy and had him fuck him until he found it. Tommy fucked him until he was squirting, his eyes crossing from the stimulation of Tommy fucking into him with shallow, even strokes, hitting his g-spot on almost every thrust after he got the angle right.

He also asked Steve if he'd help him find his prostate because Carol asked to finger him and he wasn't sure if he'd like it. So Steve pressed his fingers inside him and curled them up, pressing relentlessly on the spot that made Tommy nearly shout the first time he touched it. Tommy came, hole clenching and quivering around his fingers, with barely a hand on his cock.

Tommy and Carol both came to him to ask him if he could fuck Tommy because they wanted him to do it in front of Carol so that she knew how to do it. And so he went over to Carol's dorm since she lived alone - her roommate from last semester is studying abroad and they didn't have anyone replace her, so she had an extra bed that she pushed together with hers. (Tommy told him he almost slipped through the crack between them one night before she got a mattress pad to join them together.)

He put Tommy on his back with Carol sitting right next to them on the bed and fucked his strap into him slowly, telling Carol everything she needed to know about anal - they hadn't asked for anything like this other than when he fingered Tommy, so he's almost certain Tommy's never fucked Carol's ass before.

He was thorough and he took his time taking Tommy apart. Tommy came untouched on his dick with Carol moans filling the air she touched herself to the sight of them.

So he's used to the requests by now, and knows that when Tommy has a late night question for him, it's usually about whatever sex thing he and Carol are working through right now.

So it's not a surprise when he gets a text about something sexual.

The surprise is that it comes from Carol, asking him to bring a harness and a dildo over.

He heads over to her dorm and she tells him she's afraid she's going to be bad at fucking Tommy, that they haven't tried it because she's nervous.

She says, "You made him come without even putting a hand on him and now I'm getting in my head about it. I'm obviously not going to be as good as you the first time."

She looks so put out by it that Steve can't even make fun of her.

He says, "You know Tommy's gonna be happy with whatever you give him, right? He's pretty easy to please."

Carol still looks pouty, so he asks what she needs him to do and she tells him exactly what she needs.

And when they text Tommy to come over, Steve's already helped Carol into her own harness and showed her how to move her hips when she's fucking someone. Her dildo is still dripping with his slick when Tommy opens the door.

The sight of Tommy on his knees, licking his slick off Carol's dildo is something that's going to be in his spank bank for the rest of his life. Tommy's so enthusiastic about it, groaning like he can't get enough of the taste. Steve suspects he's going to get a text later about helping Tommy hone his dick-sucking skills so Carol can shove her cock down his throat whenever she wants.

When Tommy's done lapping up the slick off the dildo, he gets on the bed and Carol gets between his spread legs.

Steve steps into his own harness, snaps his dick into place, and gets behind Carol on the bed.

He's tall enough that he can meet Tommy's eyes over Carol's head and he can't bite back the smirk at the heat he sees in his gaze. Tommy's so easy for them.

Steve puts his hands around Carol, one hand guiding her head to the side so he can lick into her mouth, the other coming up to cup one of her tit's and thumb at her nipple. He kisses her deeply until he hears the snick of the lube bottle opening, Tommy trying to signal them to get on with it.

He pulls away from Carol's mouth slowly, pecks her a few times chastely, before grabbing the bottle of lube from Tommy. He watches as Tommy spreads his legs a little wider and strokes his two fingers coated in lube over his hole. He only presses them inside briefly, not even up to the second knuckle - he discovered that he doesn't mind the stretch when Steve presses in nice and slow.

Steve coats his hand in lube and slicks up Carol's cock and says, "Turn over," to Tommy.

Tommy scrambles to turn over, wiping the excess lube of his fingers on the towel next to him.

Steve keeps his hand on Carol's cock and guides it to Tommy's hole.

It's quiet in the room, just the sound of their labored breathing, as Steve helps Carol press the head of her dick inside Tommy. The head pops inside and Tommy sighs softly.

"Go slow," Steve says to Carol, "like I showed you earlier."

Carol puts her hands on Tommy hips and presses inside just like she had earlier when she was pressing into Steve's cunt. Steve drops another dollop of lube onto where Carol and Tommy are joined when she's about halfway through getting her dick inside him, and the slide inside goes easier.

Carol lets out a deep breath when she bottoms out and she asks, "Is that okay, Tommy?"

Tommy moans and says, "Perfect, so fucking perfect."

Steve whispers in Carol's ear, "See? I told you."

Carol scoffs and pulls out a bit, still slow and careful, before pressing back inside.

"You ready?" Steve asks her, ready to turn the bullet vibe that's positioned at his clit on and slip his cock into her.

"Just a sec," she says, utterly entranced with the way her dick is splitting Tommy open. Her eyes are glued to Tommy's hole, watching the slow slide in and out and in again.

Steve sits back on his heels and turns the vibe on low, content to wait until she's ready or to slip his harness off and use his dildo to fuck himself if she decides she wants this moment to be just her and Tommy.

Carol fucks into Tommy another handful of times before reaching a hand back and tugging Steve close again. She says, "Fuck me, fuck me now."

Steve notches his dick up against Carol's pussy and presses inside, slipping inside easily with how wet she is.

He puts his hands on her hips and fucks into her, deep at first - short, choppy thrusts that have her bracing herself with her hands on Tommy's shoulder.

He grinds into her, chasing the feeling of the vibrator being pressed tight against his dick for a few moments before he really starts to fuck her.

He strokes in deep, hard enough that it presses her hips to Tommy's, and they both moan.

He fucks them both like this, his cock sliding into Carol, hers fucking into Tommy by proxy. He sets an even pace and grips Carol's hips tightly so he can move her with him, doing most of the work for her.

She's not complaining by the sounds of it - she drapes herself over Tommy's back after a few minutes and lets Steve take what he wants, just spreads her thighs a little to get better leverage and lets him move her how he wants.

Tommy's hands are gripping the pillow beneath his head as he gets plowed through the mattress by them, the moans falling from his mouth at increasing frequency the further they get into it. No one's touching his cock, but Steve knows he has to be dripping so much precome onto the bed.

Steve's orgasm sneaks up on him - he'd already come on Carol's strap twice before Tommy even got here. He's not expecting to come so soon, but something about this is really doing it for him. Seeing Carol giving up control, hearing Tommy's whimpers as the force of Steve fucking Carol carries over to the dick inside of him.

He's tensing up and shivering through it before he even knows it's coming, hips pressed against Carol's, grinding in deep to keep the vibrations against him. His hips jerk as he crests through it, gritting his teeth and groaning.

He puts his hands on Carol's shoulders and pulls her back upright, kissing her neck.

He says into her ear, "You got this," before pulling out and flopping onto the bed next to them, reaching down to turn the vibrator off.

He's going to watch Carol get Tommy off and there's no doubt that Tommy will bury his face in her cunt after this, so he doesn't feel that bad about not getting her off yet.

Carol locks eyes with him and starts up a rhythm of her own, fucking into Tommy with the same shallow thrusts she practiced earlier. Tommy's answering whine makes her grin, a wicked expression on her face as she gets into a groove.

Steve presses closer and kisses Tommy's shoulder, reaching underneath him to grip his cock.

Tommy pushes up and turns his head and Steve gives him what he wants. He presses his mouth to Tommy's and eats the sounds right from his mouth as he strokes his dripping cock.

Between Carol's precise strokes into him and Steve's hand, Tommy doesn't stand a chance.

He whines into Steve's mouth and shoots off into his hand before long, his entire body shuddering with the force of it. Carol fucks him through it and Steve pulls back from Tommy's mouth to look at her.

She's pleased, her cheeks pink and the corners of her mouth quirked up as she looks down at them.

She pulls out when Tommy starts sounding overwhelmed, his whines and shivers more pronounced.

Steve sits up on his knees to pull Carol into a kiss, soft and sweet, as he loosens the straps on her harness.

He slides off the bed and pulls her to her feet to help slide it off her. His hand is between her thighs before he can think about it, fingers sliding into her wet pussy as he grips her neck and kisses her again, this time harsh and biting.

She's worked up, hasn't come in the time that Steve's been here, so it doesn't take long to make her come like this.

He gets his thumb against her clit and works her over with quick circles, tucking a third finger inside her.

She moans into his mouth and her hips buck forward as she comes, clenching around his fingers, the sound of his fingers in her getting louder with the added wetness of it.

He works her through it, fingers slowing to a stop when she stops clenching around them.

He pulls his fingers out and pulls away from her mouth. He locks eyes with Tommy as he slips his dripping wet fingers into his mouth, licking the taste of Carol off of them.

Carol lays back down onto the bed and Tommy slips on top of her, pressing a soft kiss to her mouth before sliding down her body.

Steve climbs onto the bed beside them and they both watch as Tommy sighs contentedly and laps up the wetness between her spread thighs.

"Didn't I tell you he was easy?" Steve asks, on his side next to her, his right hand coming up to cup her breast.

Carol doesn't reply and Tommy doesn't stop to even defend himself.

She just yanks Steve into a kiss and Tommy keeps working, the wet noise of him sucking her clit loud in the quiet of the room.

#stomarol #stranger things #stranger things fic #kinktober 2023 #steve harrington #tommy hagan #carol perkins #janai.doc #transmasc steve harrington

[thorniest-rose]

I see your “having a threesome isnt going to solve any of their problems but they should do it anyway” about Steve/Tommy/Carol and raise you: having a threesome would make them worse which is exactly why they should do it

God yes yes yes give me Steve, Tommy and Carol as the messiest most toxic throuple who are weird, intense and codependent just as friends and incredibly jealous when one of them starts dating anyone outside the circle, but it just becomes 100 times worse when they start sleeping with each other.

#asks #stomarol

[salamandergoo]

@strangerthingswritersguild Prompt: “I can’t lose you”

Carol hit the brakes a little harder than necessary as she pulled up to the Harrington house.  It looked the same way it always did, imposing and empty.  Tommy hissed a curse as he jerked forward.  "Jesus, Care."

"Don't be a wuss."  She reached over to grab her purse from the floor by his feet.  "Come on, you've been dragging your feet all day, it's time to talk to him."

"He's a dick, we don't have to talk to him!"

"He was my friend first and I say we do.  You've been pouting and I miss him."  She hopped out and smoothed down her sweater, hands on her hips as she waited for him to make his way around the truck.  "Come on!"

"I'm coming, fuck."  He was pouting.  Carol rolled her eyes and walked past the familiar BMW and up to the front door.  She knocked firmly three times and waited.  "He's not here, let's go."

She huffed and reached to grab Tommy's arm.  "Give it a second.  God, you're impatient."

She wanted to turn tail and run too.  She'd been best friends with Steve since first grade, when he'd been the quiet kid in the back of the room.  His hair had always been so pretty, she'd thought it was prettier than hers.  She'd started sitting next to him, and they'd been inseparable ever since.  Tommy had come around a year later, and then the three of them were always together.  Until this last week after the creep Byers had knocked Steve around and fucked something up.

She crossed her arms over her chest and rocked on her heels a few times, head jerking up when the door opened.  "You look like shit," Tommy said, voice softer than he usually let it get.

And Steve did kind of look like shit.  His bruises were mostly yellow now, and she could see where he'd been picking the scabs on his lip and nose.  And the bags under his eyes were dark.  She knew he'd use concealer over them when they got bad, when his dad was home for extended periods of time mostly, but she knew his parents weren't due home for another couple weeks at least.  Steve stared at them for a long moment before started to close the door.

"Hey!"  She jerked out her arm and tried to catch the door, hissing when it crushed her fingers against the door frame.  "Ow, fuck!"

The door flew back open, Steve reaching out to cradle her hand in his.  "Shit, I'm so sorry Carrie..."

"It's fine, It's fine."  She grimaced.  It wasn't broken, she'd broken enough fingers and toes as a cheerleader to know that, but it hurt.  "Can I get some ice for this?"

"Yeah, come on."  He glanced at Tommy warily before turning and leading them inside.  They'd been here enough times that she could probably navigate the house blind.  Steve kept it uncluttered enough that she wouldn't even trip.

She took off her shoes at the door, more on instinct than anything else, Tommy copying her.  It was quiet in the house.  They'd usually be laughing or yelling over each other or watching a movie, filling the space with noise.  It felt unsettling.  All the curtains were drawn, making it feel later than late afternoon.  She perched herself on the counter and held out a hand to take the ice pack Steve offered.  She pressed it against her hand and when it was quiet for too long, when it felt like she could hear the throbbing ache in her hand, she jerked out a leg to kick Tommy.  "He has something to say."

"I do?"  He squinted at her and yelped when she kicked him harder.  "Ow, Jesus, okay."  He looked at Steve with the same sour expression he'd been wearing all week.  "I'm sorry.  I'm sorry, okay?  Can we just go back to normal?"

Steve let out a sharp little laugh.  "Go back to normal?  No!  Nothing is normal anymore, man.  We can't just go back to what we were."

"What's that mean?"  Carol frowned, studying him.  "Steve, did something happen?  Is it creepy Byers?"

"No, it's not- Jonathan didn't do anything, okay?"  He grimaced.  "The pictures were creepy, but Nancy forgave him, and like, they were of her, not me, so I guess it's fine."  He crossed his arms in the way that looked like he was hugging himself instead of being angry.  "It want anything he did."

"He beat you up!"  Tommy threw his arms wide, nearly poking Carol in the eye.  "And who cares if that slut forgave him?  She's sleeping with him, of course she did.  You don't have to."

"She's not sleeping with him."  Steve curled in tighter on himself and it looked like he would lash out if they kept poking.  "It was a misunderstanding.  Her little brother is friends with his brother and they'd been looking for him.  She's not a slut, we shouldn't have done that.  I didn't want to do that."

Tommy shoved his hands in his pockets and took them back out, seeming unsure of what to do with them.  He was going to lash out too.  And Carol didn't want that to happen.

"Yeah, okay.  It wasn't cool of us to call her a slut, we fucked up," she conceded.  "Not sure how we got away with that," she admitted.  "I kind of expected Chief Hopper to call Mr. Hagan."

"He was... preoccupied."

"Yeah, yeah, finding the Byers brat, I know."  She narrowed her eyes.  "And Nancy...?"

"I fucked up my chances with her.  Wouldn't be surprised if she never looks at me again.  Or she wants to be friends?  She's giving mixed signals."  Steve untensed just a little.  Good.  That was good.  "I apologized to Jonathan.  I shouldn't have talked shit about his family.  I mean, everyone knows his dad sucked.  And I called him a... well."  Steve leaned against the counter.  "I broke his camera, man."

Tommy frowned.  "He.. had it coming though."

"Maybe.  Maybe.  But it's not like he can get a new one.  It's not like when we broke your bike after running into that fence when we were twelve, like, your parents got you a new one.  Jonathan works so they can pay the gas bill and for groceries, you know?"

Tommy just about snarled until Carol put a hand on her shoulder.  "So now that freak is your best friend?  What about us?"

"What about us, Tommy?  You made it pretty fucking clear that we-"

"Hey."  Carol cut in, holding up her hands.  "Look, you apologized to Byers.  That's fine, you can do that.  But we're trying to apologize to you.  Are we really throwing away the last ten years over this?  We... miss you, Stevie.  We can't lose you, not like this.  We haven't been apart this long since... god, since your parents made you go to New York all summer in middle school."

"I don't want to be an asshole anymore.  I don't like what we've become.  I've been too afraid to lose you guys, but... I can't keep standing by while you spread rumors about the drama geeks or pushing Munson's friends around."

Carol scrunched up her nose.   "It wasn't a rumor, Mandy totally got chlamydia from fucking some dude on vacation, I heard her talking about it in the bathroom."

"And they're fucking dweebs who play that satan game, they don't matter, Steve."  Tommy crossed his arms again, but was notably less agitated.  "And they make fun of us anyway."

"Yes, they do matter.  Okay?  No one's gonna care about who we pushed around in high school once were out of here."  Steve kicked at the ground.  "None of that shit matters, not when-"  He closed his mouth so fast Carol could hear his jaw click.  He shook his head and she leaned in closer.

"Not when... what, Steve?  What happened?"

"I can't tell you."  She almost couldn't hear him.  "I'm not allowed, I... signed these papers."

"That's bullshit."  Carol hopped off the counter.  "Tommy, your dad is a lawyer, anything Steve signed is like, void or whatever."

"That's not how it works."  Tommy took a slow step towards Steve.  "Did someone hurt you?"

"...not exactly."  Steve rolled up the sleeve of his shirt.  There was a stitched up gash in his arm.  "I wish I could tell you.  I can't, though.  They'll... I don't know what they'll do."

Tommy touched Steve's arm, gentler than he was even with Carol.  "Stevie," he whispered.  "We'll... we don't have to be assholes, we can ignore the freaks, okay?"

Steve nodded slowly.  "...okay."

Carol stepped up to Steve's other side and stood on her toes to kiss his cheek.  "What can we do?"

"Nothing."  Steve swallowed and shook his head.  "I just... I want to get through the next few years so we can leave this fucking town."

"Okay."  Tommy pulled him in closer.  "Okay, we'll leave someday.  I promise," he whispered.

Later that night, the three of them tangled in Steve's room like they hadn't been since they were kids, Carol and Tommy made eye contact over Steve's head as he snored softly.  "...thanks," Tommy whispered.  "For making me come over here."

"We weren't going to lose him over something stupid."  Carol shrugged as she held Steve's waist.  "Not after this long."  She sighed.  "Are we really gonna have to, ugh, be nicer?"

"It looks like it.  He's worth it though."

"Yeah."  Carol laid back down with a hum.  "Yeah, he is."

#stwgdailyprompt #stranger things #carol perkins #tommy hagan #steve harrington #starommy #stomarol

[hawkinsincorrect]

Carol, about Steve: You know what? Fuck that dickhead.

Tommy: I'm trying.

Carol: What?

Tommy: What?

#incorrect quotes #stranger things #stomarol #carol perkins #tommy hagan #source: ??? #stommy

[momotonescreaming]

You can blame the STWG for this one. T | 743 words | Established Stomarol

“Did you hear that Wheeler chick has a crush on you?” Tommy says absent mindedly, looking over at Steve from his place reclining on his bed, throwing a baseball into the air. It’s casual, effortless, in one smooth motion. Steve follows it with his eyes, the curl of Tommy’s hand, the flick of his wrist, the expanse of freckled skin on display as his sleeve rides up. Lets his gaze drift across his body, from his hands to his arms, to his chest and up to his face. Soaking it all in. He gets to look, knowing Tommy’s looking back.

“No way, Tommy.” Steve snorts, although not unkindly. He picks up one of Tommy’s tapes, stops flicking through the stack, and focuses his attention on him. “Stop kidding around. There’s no way I’m her type.”

“I’d argue you’re everyone’s type,” Tommy smirks, throwing the baseball again, catching it in such a way he can show off his biceps. The flex of muscle. He knows Steve will look. Wants him to, in fact. “You’re mine. You’re Carol’s.”

And oh, Steve thinks. Isn’t that nice to hear. A warmth spreads inside him, sweet and sticky like honey, coating his insides. He belongs to Tommy, and Carol, and TommyAndCarol — and they belong to him in return. He grips the tape tighter, feeling the plastic creak underneath the palms of his hands, his calloused fingers. “Well in that case I don’t need to worry about if I’m anyone else’s type. I’ve already got the only two that matter.”

The flush immediately spreads across Tommy’s cheeks, pink and pretty and perfect as it smothers his freckles. Steve likes having this affect on him. Didn’t think he would, didn’t think this was an option, but now that he has it he doesn’t want to let it go.

“That so?” Tommy replies, letting the baseball drop off the side of his bed. It thumps against the carpet, but neither of them care where it lands. He doesn’t look, doesn’t worry about it hitting anything, just keeps his eyes on Steve. Inhales, polo shirt straining against his chest, legs propped up on the bed. Lets his legs dip, spreading wider, jeans pulling against him. Bites his lip, just slightly, drawing Steve’s eye to the pink plush of his lips.

“I don’t think you need a reminder,” Steve says, voice dropping low, licking his lips as he looks over at Tommy, displaying himself for Steve. Waiting. Like something ready to be eaten. He puts the tape down on top of Tommy’s dresser, not looking, still focused on Tommy. Steps towards the bed, watching the bob of his throat as Steve towers over him. “Do you?”

“Well maybe I want a reminder.” Tommy replies, his own voice getting lower, quieter, just for them. They’re in their own little bubble here, they’re safe, they’re together. “Can you show me, baby? How much I’m yours?”

“If you insist,” Steve replies, crawling onto the bed, knees digging into the mattress. Doesn’t stop until he’s hovering over Tommy, hands above his head, knees in between his, hair falling into his face as he looks down at him. Looks at Tommy’s flushed face, his bitten lips, the way his breath catches in his throat as Steve’s gets closer.

He watches as Tommy’s eyes flutter shut as he leans down to kiss him. Inches their bodies closer, feels the heat building between them. The slick slide of lips, the musky inhale of his cologne, merging sweetly with his own. With their sweat and the scent of them.

Steve brushes his hands across the mattress, smoothing down the comforter, as his hand seeks Tommy’s. Clutching tightly as they meet, fingers entwining together as they kiss and kiss and kiss.

“When’s Carol getting here?” Steve whispers into Tommy’s mouth, letting him swallow the sound. Pushing his body down onto Tommy’s, grinding ever so slightly. Smiling as Tommy groans and spreads his legs wider, opening up his hips. Creating the perfect space for Steve.

“Soon.” Tommy mumbles back, his free hand clutching Steve’s back, rucking up the fabric and drawing him closer.

“Good.” Steve replies, hovering above him, panting, catching his breath. Looks down at Tommy, as he looses himself in his kisses. In the sweet friction they’re building together.“ Lets give her a show for when she gets here then, yeah?”

“Oh fuck yeah,” Tommy replies, surging up to kiss him. Wet, and deep, and exactly what Carol likes to see.

[Part Two]

#stranger things #steve harrington #tommy hagan #carol perkins #stomarol #Steve/Tommy/Carol #My Writing #the stwg discord got talking about stomarol and this possesed me #i wrote this in one sitting if you see any mistakes no u dont #sorry not sorry nancy

[thestobingirlie]

mean girls trio pt. 2 <3

#steve harrington #carol perkins #tommy hagan #mean girls trio #stomarol #stommy #stranger things #st txt posts

[stobinesque]

another prompt: stomarol + shiver

I opened my notifications for a minute and barely read this prompt before the first bit of it was writing itself in my head, so take your stomarol filth, janai! i may or may not expand on this at some future point.

I have lots of prompts whose fics won't need to exist below a cut, but this is not one of them!

prompt: 'shiver' | wc: 250 | tags: Stomarol, oral sex, face-fucking, light manhandling

"Bet I'm better at eating pussy than you, Stevie." 

Steve cocked an eyebrow Tommy's way. "Why do you think that?"

"I've been doing it longer."

"And I've done it with more girls!"

They both turned to look at Carol, who regarded them with barely concealed amusement.

"What? And I'm supposed to be the judge of that?”

"Fuck, Tommy," Carol moaned. Her bare chest rose and fell with each gasping breath, and Steve's gaze was fixated on the swell of her breasts. "Steve— move him a little higher."

Steve used the hand he had tangled in Tommy’s hair to tilt his head up at Carol's request. "Y'know, I feel like this is cheating?"

"D-don't care. Fuck, right there!"

"You want his fingers now?"

Carol puffed out a small breath and shook her head. "You didn't use yours— wouldn't be fair." 

"Oh yeah, now you care about fairness." Steve rolled his eyes. "I just think you wanna get a couple good orgasms out of us."

Carol snorted. "if I wanted to get good orgasms I'd use my own h-han—ohhhh, fuck." Shivers traveled the length of her body, and her hips bucked up against Tommy's face uncontrollably.

Steve wasn't going to let Tommy up for air until he'd brought Carol over the edge, so he shot back a comeback on his behalf. "You were saying?"

"Oh, sh-shut up, Harrington."

"Make me, Perkins."

"Gimme a minute and I will."

"So, verdict?"

"Nuh-uh, if I pick, neither of you are gonna do that again."

I’m celebrating 250 followers! Send in a pairing and a (one word) prompt for a drabble!

#stomarol #read writes #janai 💜 #this happens at some indeterminate time in some indeterminate universe in which they're all 18+ and still (or again) friends #don't think about it too hard #also this is more implied than anything #but carol and steve tag-teaming tommy is so real to me #read microfic

[griefabyss69]

Congrats on the 100 followers!!!

I'd like to request the prompt 'chocolate' everything else is up to you 💜

Haha remember when I said I could get SO romantic with this prompt? Well I didn't <3 <3 <3

Stommy + Carol - Rated: M - 573 Words College AU where they're all still friends but like more 🤙🍫 (Full thing under the cut)

It starts with Tommy waving his fingers in Steve's face.

He’s got melted chocolate on them; it's summer-hot out, Tommy's hands are always warm, and he took the whole bar out of the wrapper to hold while he ate it.

He's laughing, acting like he's gonna touch Steve's face and get it all gross, and Steve’s acting like it’s not bothering him even though he literally just showered a half hour ago after practice, and he doesn't want to have to wash his face for like the hundredth time today.

Though with all of the sweat, he might.

It's a few days away from the end of their freshman year of college, both of them somehow landed at the same place, even though Tommy's grades fucking sucked and Steve barely even thought about any of his applications. But it’s too hot even for May.

"What're you gonna do?" Tommy asks, his smirk too goofy looking to be threatening even though Steve knows he would, and would smear it in his hair too if he got the impulse.

He doesn't answer, just gives him a disinterested look, trying to replicate the ice in Carol's eyes since she's not here to glare at him.

There's a little twist in his heart when he thinks about that, thinks about how she fucking smacked their heads together and kissed both of them on the lips before snapping her gum, the kind of smirk on her face that Tommy wishes he could pull off.

She'd said goodbye and gotten into her car and drove off to the hot-smart-rich-girl University she was breaking hearts at right now.

Tommy hadn't even been mad she kissed Steve, they had broken up on paper so they both could, as Tommy put it, "fuck around without all of the drama", but he had stared at Steve's mouth for way too long after Carol's car was out of sight.

Steve thinks about that, and it’s his gut twisting this time as he glances at Tommy before opening his mouth and sucking two of his fingers into his mouth.

"Jesus! Steve!" Tommy shouts, going stiller than Steve's seen him maybe ever.

He just makes eye contact and sucks harder, using his tongue to start to clean him off, like he does to his own fingers after he's finished making a date cum. Tommy's gaping at him, hand frozen as he lets him do this, a hot flush coming out to mingle with the freckles over his face.

It's not really a stalemate, clearly Steve's the one here hip-checking the knight or whoever the special winning piece is, but it probably looks like one even with the way Tommy presses his fingers in further.

Steve wishes he could telepathically communicate just so he could antagonize him about that with his mouth full.

But he can't so he just sucks, flicks the tip of his tongue over the web between his fingers.

Eventually Tommy pulls his fingers out, maybe his brain finally started working again or he just decided he wasn't gonna win that one, but he stares down at his hand, two fingers still messy with chocolate and two just absolutely covered in Steve's spit.

Steve palms himself while he's not looking, tries to adjust himself in his shorts to hide the way he’s aching right now.

"Uh," Tommy says, looking back up at him, holding his hand out. "Can you do that with the rest?"

#griefabyss69 writing #stommy #stomarol #steve x tommy #steve x tommy x carol #fun things #chats from the abyss