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busy right now | Steve Harrington
Summary: The phone isn't enough to interrupt you and Steve in the middle of sex. Little does Eddie know what both of you keep doing on the other line.
Pairing: Steve Harrington x f!reader
Warnings: SMUT (+18 DNI), p in v (unprotected), slight fingering
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The rhythm of your hips doesn't falter as you bounce on Steve's thick cock, your pussy grips his shaft with every slam as you lift and lower your hips. His length buries deep into your cunt, stretching your slick walls, the wet sounds of your bodies fills the room.
Steve's hands press into your ass cheeks, spreading them as you grind down, his balls pressed tight against your perineum. Both your juices of arousal coat his length, making each thrust feel smoother and faster.
Suddenly, the nightstand phone rings with a shrill that breaks the atmosphere. Steve's eyes jolt wide open and he glances at it, but you don't slow, rolling your hips to swirl the head of his cock against your cervix. The sound cuts off, then starts again immediately â insistent, relentless. It rings a third time before silencing, only to ring again once more.
Steve groans with frustration, still high in his pleasure.
"Ignore it," you murmur, lowering your hips hard enough to make him hiss.
But it keeps going, the fourth ring pierces through the air and Steve's eyes meet yours, pleading.
"It's Eddie," he pants, thrusting into you and grunting. "He won't stop until I answer."
He knows it's Eddie because the metalhead is the only living person who won't take hanging up to his face as an answer.
You smirk, lifting high so just his tip ghosts into your entrance, and then dropping fully, forcing a choked moan from him.
The phone rings a fifth time, and your eyes roll with the disturbance.
"Fuck, baby. Slow down," he whines.
You pant, digging your nails into the skin of his chest. "Just answer the fucking thing."
He stretches his arm for it with a curse, snatching it up as you resume your punishing pace. It's deliberate strokes that make his thighs tremble. He brings the phone to his ear.
lying to my therapist
pairing: steve harrington x reader summary: after a bad breakup, you start therapy to fix your intimacy issues. your new therapist, steve harrington, is younger than expected and far too way attractive. what starts as professional help slowly turns into something more complicated and probably forbidden. wc: 8.9k warnings: porn with plot, +18 (minors do not interact), explicit nsfw, therapist / client relationship, thigh riding, cheating mention, fingering, unprotected sex, oral sex (f receiving), creampie, dirty talk, female masturbation, semi-public if you squint, internal conflict, p in v, consensual sex, kinda forbidden sex, big dick steve. author's note: hihiii sorry for not posting tysm for 490+ followers and ty ani for the idea & nic for the help. i have a lot of exams but i wanted to post this before locking in and coming back with all requests and fics <3 love yall
18+ giving steve, also known as your best friend, a head while heâs in his scoops ahoy uniform | wc: 799 âĄË°
a/n: i need scoops ahoy steve.
âoh fuck, babyâŠâ
steveâs pants and briefs were wrapped around his thighs, his thick cock on full display, hard as a rock and standing against his stomach while you stroked him lazily, teasing him with your mouth.
his soft moans echoed through the small space of the back room at scoops ahoy.
Pull Over
Pairing: Steve Harrington x Female! Reader
Word Count: 1.7k
Warnings: Smut (18+), P in V sex (protected), dryhumping, praise kink, semi-public sex (parked car), softdom! Steve (kinda), WAP! reader lmao
A/N: This is definitely my favorite piece of writing so far. Very very filthy so if you know me Iâm sorry. Let me know what you think! Enjoy xoxo
You tease Steve all through dinner.
It starts with you grazing your heel-adorned foot over his calf under the table as you sip your drink. You donât miss the way he straightens slightly in his seat, leaning toward you.Â
âHow was your day today?â You smile sweetly at him, setting your drink down.Â
âNo complaints. Kids were good. They all turned in their final projects, which I wasnât expecting.â He laughs. âOne of them wrote a song about abstinence that I canât wait to hear.â
âIt would do you some good to listen to that song,â you tease, cocking an eyebrow.Â
He rolls his eyes in response. âCâmon, I didnât hear you complaining after our last date.âÂ
That shuts you up, and you sip your drink again as the two of you exchange a knowing glance. How could you forget? He nearly drilled you into the mattress, and you came four timesâ your personal record.Â
Youâre fantasizing about what the night has in store for you when his voice snaps you back to reality.Â
âHow was your day, gorgeous?â He prompts, taking your hand in his across the table. You begin telling him about your day, tracing figures into the palm of his hand. Your fingers meander to the inside of his wrist, swiping over the band of his watch before you let your hand rest in his again. Â
After youâve finished your food and seduced him thoroughly, Steve slips a wad of cash into the little black book and helps you up from your seat.Â
In the alley outside the restaurant, he pulls you close for a minute so he can murmur in your ear. âI know what youâre doing.â Goosebumps form on your arms at the tone in his voice. Â
âHmm?â You play dumb, wrapping your arms around his neck.Â
He wastes no time pressing you against the cool brick and planting a hot kiss to your mouth. You pull him closer as he kisses from your ear to your collarbone. âLookinâ all pretty for me. Turninâ me on in the restaurant. I know what you want, baby.âÂ
The pet name goes straight between your legs. âAnd what are you gonna do about it?âÂ
He straightens up, looking down at you as he slides a hand over your waist. âIâm gonna take yâhome, if youâll have me.âÂ
You nod, suppressing a grin as you slip your hand into his and lead the way to his car. He opens the door for you, and you shoot him a mischievous look through the windshield as he walks around the car.Â
You admire him, eyes flitting over his hand, his arm, his irresistible face. The key turns, and youâre off.Â
You havenât even reached the first stop sign before his hand is on the inside of your thigh, pinky slipping beneath your skirt. You take the opportunity to slide your hand up his arm, squeezing his bicep.Â
âYouâre so strong, Steve,â you purr, and the grip on your thigh tightens. His gaze slips away from the road to you for just a second to take you in.Â
They snap back to the road, and the knuckles on his left hand turn white against the steering wheel. âKeep talkinâ like that, and weâre not gonna make it home.âÂ
The tension in the car settles over you, and you rub your thighs together in an attempt to do something about it. He kneads your thigh, eyes still steady on the road, but you catch the way the corners of his lips turn up in a smirk.Â
You donât know whether Steve is taking you to yours or his, but youâre still about ten minutes out either way. You look around, observing the empty road, and decide that you canât wait any longer.Â
âPull over,â you plead, and he does as you ask, tires crunching against the gravel on the side of the road as they roll into the nearby pull-off.
âYou okay?â He shifts the car into park, his hand sliding off your thigh.Â
âNo.â You sit up in your seat, leaning over the center console. âNeed you to kiss me. Please.âÂ
He tugs his bottom lip between his teeth, cupping your face with his hand. His thumb roams over your chin before swiping over your bottom lip, and you waste no time sucking it into your mouth.Â
âSo pretty,â he whispers, but itâs loud in the otherwise silent car. âCanât say no when you ask me like that.â
Soon enough, heâs pulling you in and kissing you. Itâs slow and soft at first, but when your fingers grip the collar of his shirt, his tongue slides against yours. You moan into his mouth, spurring him on.Â
If there was any doubt about where the night was going to take you, it dissolves quickly when he mutters, âCâmere,â and pulls you across the center console.Â
You settle in his lap. Itâs a little cramped, but you donât mind the door digging into your leg when heâs kissing you like this.Â
His hands find your hips, grinding you down on him, and you feel his hard length press against you. âSee what you do to me?âÂ
You nod, letting your head hang as you grind against him again, letting out a moan this time.Â
You kiss him again, pressing your chest to his as you roll against him, desperate for any friction you can get. Every movement has your body on fire, and you think you could come just like this.Â
Steve sees how good youâre feelingâhow you moan into his mouth and writhe against him, and he urges you on. He pulls you against him, pushing his hips into yours at your pace.Â
You know that any second a car could drive byâthe police, even. Itâs not even that late, actually. The fear brings more urgency to the situation, and you move faster against him.Â
Youâre so turned on that Steve can feel the dampness seeping through the clothing separating you.Â
âFuck,â he groans, pulling away to look at you while continuing his motions. âWant you to come.âÂ
âMâso close,â you whine, legs starting to tremble above him. You catch his eyes, and the desire behind them sends you over the edge. You writhe above him as his hands explore your hips and back.Â
Your hips slow to a stop, and he moans against your lips as he kisses you. Heâs hard beneath you, cock straining against his jeans in a way that you know must be painful. You move to unbutton them, trailing your kisses down his jaw and neck.Â
He helps you pull his jeans down, freeing him. âNeed you so bad,â you breathe, wrapping your fingers around him and stroking him slowly. âBeen waiting for this all week.âÂ
âSo have I,â he responds, eyes fixed on the movement of your hand. âCondoms in the glove box, can you reach?â
You turn and open the glove box, pulling out a brand new package. You wave it in front of him. âFresh pack, just for me?â you ask teasingly, opening it.Â
âMânot seeing anyone else,â he responds, squeezing your hip. After a moment, he asks, âAre you?â Â
You shake your head, your face flushing. Then, you smirk. âIn the glovebox? Were you expecting this? Here?â You raise your eyebrows.Â
âWell, I had a feeling something might happen, and safety first, right?â He takes the condom from you, opening it and rolling it on with ease.Â
âRight.â You bite your lip, hovering over him. He pushes your skirt up your hips, crudely yanking your panties to the side to get a good look at you.Â
âFuck, youâre perfect,â He rubs his cock from your entrance to your clit and back, collecting your slick.
You expect him to slide into you, to give you that delicious feeling of being stretched out, but he doesnât. He continues to tease you, sliding between your folds and basking in the feeling.Â
When he finally enters you, you sink down on him slowly, breath catching when he grazes the spot only he has ever reached. You start to ride him, thighs burning but unable to stop.
âIâve been hard since dinner,â he moans, sliding his left hand up your shirt to cup your tit. âThatâs what you wanted, right?âÂ
You try to answer, or at least think about answering, but you only stutter out a moan as he starts fucking up into you.Â
âCâmon, answer me.â He grabs your jaw with his other hand, directing you to face him. âYou wanted this, didnât you?â
âYes!â you cry.Â
âGood girl,â he praises, releasing your face and sliding his hand down to rub your clit with his thumb. He feels you clench around him as you ride him faster, panting.Â
âOh, yâlike when I call you that? My good girl?âÂ
You moan, nodding into his shoulder as you let your head drop again. Youâre dripping down his balls now, pulsing around him.
âFuck,â he groans. âYâgonna come again?â His thumb continues circling your clit as you fuck yourself on him.Â
âMhm,â you whine into his neck. âFuck, please donât stop.â
âNot gonna stop baby. Gonna come with you,â he pants. âKiss me.âÂ
You turn your head to kiss him messily, one hand on his chest and the other behind you, bracing yourself on his thigh. He licks into your mouth, rocking his hips into yours and rubbing your clit until you come undone.Â
You shudder, breaking the kiss to moan loudly into the car as you ride out your orgasm. Heâs right behind you, flooding the condom and grazing his teeth over your shoulder with a muffled moan.Â
âShit,â he pants, his head falling back against the headrest as he slips out of you. âWe made a mess.â You look down between you, both covered in your sticky release.
âDonât worry,â you giggle into his neck. âSaw some tissues in the glove box next to the condoms.âÂ
He rolls his eyes, reaching in and grabbing a stack of them. He wipes you up first as best he can before he does the same to himself, leaving the tissues and used condom on the mat by his feet.Â
âGross.â You scrunch up your nose.Â
âGross? Thatâs all you, babe,â he teases as you settle back into your seat and fix your clothes. âWanna spend the night? Weâll swing by yours and get some stuff. You can keep showinâ me how good you are.â He winks, and you blush all over again.Â
You wonder if youâll break your orgasm record tonight.
Two Little Words - Gator Tillman x Reader - One Shot
Gator decides he needs to figure out what sort of nickname âgets you goingâ - so what happens when you turn the tables on him?
a/n donât ask why or how this entered my brain . doesnât matter.
TW/CW: pet names but no use of y/n, fingering, grinding, softer Gator (ish)
wc: 3.8k
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The television droned on in the background, some reality show you werenât actually watching, but it was good noise to fill the apartment. Gator Tillman was sprawled on your couch, boots kicked up onto the coffee table despite the glare youâd shot him earlier. He was fidgeting, bouncing his leg, tossing your phone up and catching it repeatedly.
The two of you were still in that grey area - the "sort of dating" phase where you spent most nights together but hadn't truly had the "what are we" talk. He was decent company. When he wasn't being a pain in the ass.
"Would you quit that?" You didnât bother to look up from the book you were trying to read on the opposite end of the couch. "You're gonna break my phone.â
"Can't help it," Gator drawled, tossing it onto a cushion. He turned his head, studying you with that intense, slightly manic stare. "Iâm thinkin'."
"Awe, be careful. Iâd hate to see you hurt yourself."
Making him watch
word count: 3.8k | steve harrington x fem!reader | (18+) smut. mdni.
summary: steve got grumpy over no pda >:( , now you're making it up to him by showing him just how needy he's been.
warnings: established relationship, slightly bratty steve, sub steeeeb <3, handjob, mirror used for teasing :P, edging?? HAHA, uhh cum eating (#happytrailmentioned)
a/n: HAI!! i've been sitting on this idea for a while and finally locked in. needy and eager steve is the red sauce that makes me go crazy.
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For once, you and your boyfriendâs schedules aligned, and you were actually able to spend some time together. Just the two of you. No babysitting. No interruptions. Just you and Steve.Â
You had both agreed to go out for lunch, chatting about anything and everything. Then got some shopping done, picking out new outfits for each other, but not before ending up lip-locked in the dressing rooms. You guys had some time to kill before you were supposed to be heading to catch your movie anyway.Â
You take note of something though.
Steveâs been clinging to you all day.Â
His hands always seem to find their way to your waist, keeping you close. Heâs been showering you with kisses. Both in and out of the dressing roomsâŠ
Mumbling compliments laced with temptation into your neck. You can tell heâs getting into a certain mood.
You both finally make it into the theater and settle into your seats. Itâs pretty packed for a mid-day screening. Halfway through the movie, Steveâs attention is fully on you. Heâs not even looking at the screen anymore. He has a hand splayed over your lap, fingers curling around your inner thigh. He leans in and nuzzles his face into your neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses on your skin and you feel his teeth moments later.
âSteveâŠâ you whisper.
âHmmmh?â he hums back, hand gripping you harder as he leans his face further into you.
Your hand digs in his hair and you give him a few light scratches.
âSteve, c'mon....not here-â your voice is soft and gentle. Normally, youâd never put up a protest for a good time, but you were well aware of the families and groups of strangers in the seats surrounding you. You can already sense the attitude to come.
As predicted, he pulls away with a huff of irritation, but stays close enough that your faces are nearly touching. Your hand lands on top of the one he has on your thigh. You intertwine your fingers with his.
His eyes are big and his lips form into a subtle pout. Eyebrows furrowing, making him look a little annoyed.Â
There he is. Your bitchy boyfriend. <3
You take his attitude as a blessing in disguise sometimes, because of how ridiculous it seems: heâs cranky because he canât jump your bones right here, right now. Like, it irritates him to the point where he starts to get snappy. Only Steve Harrington. <333
The corners of your lips twitch into a smile and a giggle escapes.Â
âYou mad at me?â
Steveâs eyes dart around your face.
âA little,â he pouts.Â
You raise your eyebrows at his response, âYeah?â
He purses his lips to the side and nods his head repeatedly.
Somehow heâs still incredibly endearing even when heâs being bratty. You lean in and press a soft kiss to his lips.
âWill you forgive me?â you ask, batting your eyelashes at him.
He looks at you with half-lidded eyes, scanning every bit of your face.
âMmm. Maybe. If you make it up to me later,â he says as he lets go of your hand and crosses his arms over his chest, turning his attention back to the movie.
Ouch.
Your mouth falls open into a smile as you let out a scoff. You lay your head on his shoulder.
âThat was mean, baby,â you tease.
You feel him press a quick kiss to your hair, because of course he would. Underneath the attitude, heâs all whipped and soft for you, kind of like frosting. Sweet and addicting.Â
âI donât like being shut downâ
You lift your head up to look at him.
âWeâre in public, Steve. People everywhere,â you whisper with a lighthearted tone.
He practically rolls his eyes, âYeah, whatever.â
The movie ends and you two start walking back to Steveâs car. You cuddle up to him, hugging an arm around his waist, knowing heâs still probably bitter about earlier. He snakes his hand into your back pocket and you feel his fingers settle around the curve of your ass. Good sign.
âWhere to?â he asks, keys jingling in his other hand.
âMy place?â you suggest. âWeâll have the house to ourselvesâŠâ you add, knowingly.
He looks at you, fighting back a smirk, âSounds good to me.â
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After hanging out on the couch for a while, Steve follows you into your bedroom. He takes a seat at the edge of your bed. Youâre drawing the frilly floral curtains decorating your window. A faint golden light shines through.
âHey,â he calls out, leaning back on his hands.
You turn around, taking in the sight of him. He scans the room as if heâs scoping the place out.Â
âHuhâŠlook at that. Weâre no longer in public,â he says with a smug look on his face, referring to earlier when you put a stop to his advances.
You exhale with a laugh. A smile forming on your lips. You take slow strides across the carpet towards him until youâre standing in between his legs. His eyes stay on you the whole time. He sits up and his long fingers wrap around the back of your thighs. Your own hands drape around his neck.
âI dunno, Harrington. You were kinda harsh back there,â you tease, looking down at him with a faint smirk. He looks up at you, eyes big and gleaming. He starts to place soft kisses along your arm, watching you like a puppy dog.
âI didnât mean it, baby-â he switches to your other arm, speaking in between pecks, âjust been. aching for you. all day.â
You comb through the front of his hair softly and settle your hand on his cheek, swiping your thumb across his skin.
âYeah? I could tell.â Thereâs a subtle sultryness in your voice.
A low hum vibrates in his throat, âWhat a tease.â
âHmph. You have no idea,â you say before you meet his lips in a slow kiss.
He smiles into it before he pulls back, the tips of your noses touching.
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â he canât hide the excitement in his tone.
âWanna find out?âÂ
He moves his grip up your skin, palming your ass in his large hands.
âYes maâam,â he replies contently.
You like the sound of that. And the sight. Heâs completely pliable for you. His fixated gaze makes you realize you have full control right now. Your fingers cradle his chin and the way heâs looking up at you sends a rush through your body. You canât help the grin that stretches over your lips.
âLose the shirt,â you direct softly.
âHappily.â
He listens right away, hands moving quickly to pull his shirt over his head as he tosses it behind him somewhere.Â
Watching him closely, you notice the urgency he takes on. A pleased hum materializes in your chest. He seems to receive it as a nonverbal praise by the way his eyes soften and pupils double in size.
Your hands grip his bare, meaty shoulders as you lean in and press a kiss to his cheek. On his jawline. Right below his ear. Down his neck. You slide your hands down his chest as you drag your mouth all over him.
His skin is soft, tan, and covered in moles. You love using them as a guide, kissing and licking wherever theyâre scattered.
He places his hand right where your shoulder and neck meet, massaging into your skin. His touch is gentle but filled with a pleading invitation.
Lowering yourself on your knees, you continue peppering his skin with kisses as you reach his torso.
His skin becomes bouncier as you reach his belly. A soft pudge pools over the waistband of his jeans. Your mouth grazes over his happy trail, the dark patch of hairs tickling your nose as you spend a little extra time admiring him there.
You come back up and kiss him lovingly. He meets your lips with haste, deepening the contact. His hands scoop your face tightly, pressing your mouths against each other harder.
Hearing his breathing become ragged, your own hands take charge of undoing his belt buckle in a few short motions.
âJeans off,â you make sure to specify. He moves to lift himself up briefly and slides the denim down and out of the way. Leaving him now in only his boxers. You place both hands on his knees and slowly, very slowly, slide them up. The faint tickle of his hairy thighs prominent underneath your palms.Â
You look up at him and he seems to be bracing himself. Teeth biting down on his lower lip. Nostrils flaring ever so slightly. Eyes droopy with desire. Your fingers dip underneath the hem of his boxers, moving up just enough for him to shutter at the sensation.
You keep one hand placed on his thigh as you take the other and pull him in for another kiss. He moans at the feel, melting into you.
As you kiss him messily, you let your hand wander up his thigh, fingertips juuust barely making contact with the bulge in his lap. He groans into your mouth. You hear the way heâs starting to unravel.
His tongue slips past his teeth and finds yours. Wet and needy. Heâs practically sucking your face, growing more and more eager by the second.Â
The intensity brings a moan from your throat and into his mouth. He swallows it and reciprocates. Louder. More frantic.
Your hands move against him again. This time, palming him through his boxers. He feeds a whimper into your open mouth. It pulses right through your core.
If there was one thing you loved most in the world, it was turning Steve into a needy, whimpering mess. He looks so pretty with his eyebrows furrowed and his perfect pink lips parted into an open gasp. It fuels you right up.
His hips grind against your hand, dying for more contact. Once. Twice. Something comes over you and you know exactly what kind of cards you want to play.Â
With a third roll of his hips, you sit back on your heels the moment you feel him move. Both of your hands in your own lap.
âWha-âÂ
He looks down at you, confusion taking over his previously angelic expression.
Your mouth hangs open, trying to find the right words.Â
âHoneyâŠall I want you to do is to sit back and let me take care of you. Alright?â Thereâs a slight rasp in your voice, but quiet and calm enough to get through to him.
He doesnât register what youâre telling him for a moment, but he nods along. Throat bobbing as he swallows. You can tell heâs just so eager and impatient at this point.
âFu- yeah, okay,â the words fall out of him in a quick whisper, barely audible.
It looks like heâs in a trance. A literal trance.Â
Every time you take the lead, he gets shy and nervous.Â
Nervous that he wonât be able to last long enough to see your tactics through.Â
You know this. He always tells you about it after. How he finds it âso fucking hotâ. Knowing that youâre able to wear him down like this fills you with immense pleasure â in every sense of the word.
Your eyes land on the tent in his boxers. Itâs hard to miss. Heâs gripping the edge of the mattress with white knuckles.
Both of your hands land on either side of his hips. You lay your face on one of his thighs, his erection in your direct line of sight. The outline of his dick is strained hard against the fabric. His tip threatening to bust through the large dark spot he managed to create with his precum.
âAwwwâŠthat looks like it hurts,â you tease softly as you stare at the sight. Saliva starts pooling in your mouth.
Steve closes his eyes shut and swallows dryly.
âMmhmâŠngh. NotâŠhelping-â he mumbles weakly.
You bring your face to his lap and kiss his tip right through the wet fabric. His mouth hangs open with a groan as he tenses under you. Your tongue now swirling lazy circles around his head.
âFuuucck,â he drawls out.
He brings a hand to cradle the back of your head as you lick him.
You pull back at the feel of his touch and you begin to stand. Steve quickly turns his focus on you in anticipation.
âTake those off,â you direct as you climb onto the bed next to him. With a brief rustle, Steve peeled off his boxers in record time. You position yourself so that youâre just slightly behind his body. He automatically starts to shift himself towards you, but you wrap your hand around his jaw and snap his head forward, stopping his motion.
âUh-uh,â you interject.
Both your eyes and his are watching each other in the large full-length mirror across your bed. You lean down and align your lips to his ear.
âI want you to just watch. Can you do that for me?âÂ
You can practically see the words seep into his brain and rush straight down to his dick.
He lets out a small breath he didnât realize he was holding. His eyes finally start to blink, catching up to the present moment, watching you stare back at him.
He begins to nod with an open mouth, âOh, fuck,â his voice is strained, âYeah. Yes. Done.â
âGood,â you press a kiss to his face and turn to look back into the mirror. He looks thrilled. Eyes glossy and pleading. Lips curled into a faint smile. If he had a tail, it would be wagging a mile a minute.
You take your hands and start them off on his shoulders, running them down his chest, making sure heâs watching you in the silver glass.
âI donât want your eyes leaving this mirror. I want you to watch yourselfâŠ...want you to watch me.â
Your hands reach his torso and soon they slide flat against his thighs. Just inches away from his crotch. His eyes follow their path in the reflection before him.
âAnd hands off, okay? Donât move a muscle,â you warn him, waiting for a response.
He watches your stern expression in the frame in front of him.
âYeah, got it,â he nods.
âJust....please, baby,â he turns his head to nuzzle into you as he leaves open-mouthed kisses on your skin.
âHurts so bad. Please. I need you,â he whimpers into your body before he returns his gaze on the mirror.Â
You look down over his shoulder and see for yourself. His shaft is pulsating with veins. His tip is glossy and bright pink. So fucking pretty.
Before you touch him, you bring your right hand up to his mouth.
âSpit.â
He turns to look at you, a little taken aback for some reason, but he obliges and spews his saliva onto your hand. You slide your fingers across his mouth, collecting every drop. His tongue wets his lips.
You bring your hand to your own mouth and do the same. Youâre both looking into the mirror as you wrap your fingers around his base. Dragging up and down his length. Mixing your spit, warm and slick.
Steveâs jaw went slack. He lets out a moan that connects straight to your walls, leaving you clenching in around nothing.
Moving up his shaft, you swipe your thumb across his slit, spreading the precum that was beading over.Â
He closes his eyes and throws his head back.
You let go at an instant.
He snaps his head to look at you over his shoulder, a pout forming on his face.
âNghâŠBaby, whyâd you stop??â He whines, looking completely devastated.
âYou gotta listen to me, Steve. Eyes on the mirror.â
Letting out a huff, his eyes lock in on you ahead, urging you to keep going.
Your hand wraps back around him and you start stroking him again.
Working him at a steady pace, you trail your eyes over him in the mirror. Heâs looking right back at you with his eyebrows pulled tight together. His lips are parted into an âoâ shape.
You bring your eyes down to where your hand connects with him. His eyes follow. Your gaze is back on his face, studying his expressions, wanting to burn them in your memory.Â
While heâs watching your hand glide up and down, you start twisting at the tip. Fingers finding the sensitive spot on the underside of his head. He lets out loud, breathy moans. Whimpering and groaning like his life depends on it, since being vocal is the only thing heâs allowed to do.
You nuzzle your face into his neck while your hand keeps its motion.
âSo loud for me tonight, you make the prettiest soundsâŠâ you mumble into his skin.
Your mouth finds the vein jutting out from his neck and you press several kisses against it, feeling his pulse point thump against your lips. His heartbeat is frantic.Â
He grunts out a couple of soft gasps now that youâre pressed close against him. You move your mouth up and bite his ear. He loses his mind. With your touching and teasing, Steveâs as needy as ever.
He bucks his hips up into your fist. Tsk Tsk. You let go again.
âShit, âm sorryâŠfeels sâgood. Please, I-Iâll stay still.â Heâs out of breath and eager.
âI told you-â
âI know, baby. I know. Iâll be better.â
Thereâs a hint of agony in his voice. Dipping down between his words. He wants this so bad. Youâve got him all hot and bothered to the point of no return.
You notice how his gaze never deviated away from the mirror. Heâs learning.
âAre you sure?â you decide to tease him about it for a moment, leaning back enough to watch his profile.
âYes. I promise,â his throat bobbing in a dry swallow, âPlease?â
You smile at the sound of his begging.
âTry not to ruin the best part.â
Steve shakes his head, âI wonât. I wonât.â He whispers the last part, almost like heâs talking to himself. Seeing him so strung up is feeding something within you.
Taking his length back in your hand, he twitches at the contact. A proper wince leaves his lips. Heâs so incredibly sensitive now. His tip growing a deep red. You pump him a few times, rolling your wrist as you twist around his head again.
You hear him mumble under his breath as he keeps his eyes straight ahead, just like heâs been told.Â
You see his eyes take in everything before him. Now heâs actually watching.
Watching you jerk him off. Following your hand. Up and down. His breath hitches as he feels the mirror start to make sense to him. Itâs starting to click, why you were so insistent about keeping his eyes glued to it.
You see his eyes move their way up his body and to his face. He stares at himself for a while and it makes your stomach flip.
You place your chin on his shoulder as you both now study his face. You squeeze your grip around his dick, feeling the veins along his shaft against your touch.Â
His face contorts as he hisses through gritted teeth.
âNow you see?â
His eyes shift over on your face next to his.
âSee how needy and desperate you are?â
Your hand slows its speed, but drags harder against him, squeezing his cock with purpose. It drives him crazy. Moans becoming loud and whiney again as he watches his dick twitch in your hold.
âHow easily you come undone for me? Hmm?â
Steveâs hands are pale as he grips the edge of the bed with all heâs got. He feels you stop your motion for a second, but you donât let go yet. Youâre waiting for a response. His eyes jump to your face at an instant.
âYes. Oh my go-od, yes,â his voice wavers out of pure panic that youâll let go again.
The sound you make in response makes his face burn hot. You continue your calculated strokes and bury your face in his shoulder. Kissing along his skin while your other hand snakes into his hair and tugs. Whimpers leaving his throat.
You lean over and drop a glob of spit directly on his tip. You both watch it drip down his shaft and pool at your fist before you spread it around.
âFuuuckk,â he groans, almost cocking his head back, but stopping himself before he breaks contact with the frame.
You can tell heâs close by the way heâs starting to flex his tummy. Muscles contorting as you work him up to his approach. He starts mumbling in flustered whispers.
âSteve?â you press a kiss to his temple, coaxing the words out of him.
âFaster. Mmmnhm. Go faster,â he urges.
His hips twitch briefly before you pick up the pace, stroking him faster. The warmth of your spit feeling heavenly against his dick. His jaw hangs open and moans start rolling out.
Both of your eyes dancing in the mirror. Watching everything all at once. The sight of him losing composure makes you feel feral. You can feel yourself soaking through your panties.Â
âHaa. Honey- fuck âmso so close,â he hisses weakly.Â
A whimper of your own escapes your lips and goes right through Steve. He looks worn out.
âHmm yeah? Go ahead, make a mess-â you encourage him, feeling a tingle burst through your chest at the sound of his voice.
Steve starts tensing beneath your touch with broken whimpers. As he approaches his climax, he brings his arm up and his hand takes hold of the back of your head, fingers curling into your hair. Itching to grasp onto something. You time it perfectly so that when he finishes, you control his aim towards his stomach.
He covers his tummy with his own cum. Warm white ropes cling to his skin.
You keep pumping him until heâs shaking and convulsing. The moans that fill the air are like music to your ears.
You let go and kneel in front of him, wedging yourself in between his legs.
He drops his head down to watch you, chest heaving from his high.
You lean in and lick the mess he just spilled over himself, swallowing his salty release. A guttural moan leaves his throat. Heâs finally able to roll his eyes back comfortably. Lucky him.
The patch of hairs lining his stomach cling to the sticky substance. You hover your mouth over his happy trail, sucking and licking until every last drop is gone.
Steve grabs your arm and pulls you up to the bed with him. He takes your face and kisses you with a hungry passion. Tongues brushing against each other eagerly. Youâre sure he can taste traces of himself, sending a warm feeling to your core.
âDefinitely forgiven,â he pulls back just enough to watch the smile on your face.
House Visit âȘâȘâ€ïžâ âč
synopsis: Gator likes upsetting your good-for-nothing boyfriend. words: 1.9k
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Another bright, sunny afternoon blurred into another round of drinks and yet another argument between your partner and his friends. Your relationship had long since settled into something dysfunctional enough that scenes like this had become familiar, an unfortunate routine.
It always started the same way, a few sharp words, half jokes that turned sour, blooming quickly into open threats once the alcohol and tempers took hold. Before long, most of his friends had drifted off, leaving only a couple lingering and his attention, sharp and unkind, had turned toward you.
You tried to calm him, to keep your own frustration in check and not escalate things further. But it didnât last. Soon enough, you were trading back your own comments, small digs, more from exhaustion than anger.
Eventually, you gave up altogether, retreating into the small kitchen you both shared. Outside, he carried on as if nothing had happened at all.
You flicked through your phone, anger and hurt settling into something heavier. The familiar ache of it all. You hadnât been scrolling long when a message lit up your screen.
G. â Everything alright? Had a call come in for your place? Something about a domestic?
Gator knew, kind of. He knew your relationship wasnât violent or dangerous, but that it often tipped into something heated and messy. It was something youâd talked about with him more than once.
He was intrigued by you. Fascinated, even. Like he wanted to pull you out of whatever you were stuck in and keep you for himself. Heâd learned to keep his distance, though. The one time heâd tried to kiss you, youâd ignored him for weeks after. Not forever, but enough to make him careful.
And still, that wasnât enough to make him stop hovering at the edges of your life. As long as he got to see you, often in quiet, undisclosed places, he stayed close. Those moments were always the same, charged silences, gut wrenching eye contact, fleeting touches that lingered like sparks, conversations that felt like they could stretch on endlessly if neither of you ever pulled away.
You â Yeah, just a silly argument. Wasnât aimed at me until it was.
G. â Doesnât realise how good heâs got it.
You â If only. Iâm sure heâll forget about it soon enough.
G. â Maybe someone needs to remind him.
You left it there.
That was typical of Gator, always pushing, always testing the edges of what youâd let him say. Sometimes you wondered what you were even waiting for. But you werenât ready to walk away from everything youâd built, even if Gator was standing on the other side of that decision.
Youâd settled into the newest Netflix documentary, drink in one hand and a blanket pulled up over your knees, when the sound of heavy tyres grinding over gravel cut through the quiet.
Your stomach dropped. A cruiser rolled into view, STARK COUNTY emblazoned across the side.
And then, a very familiar figure stepped out. Before Gator could take more than a few steps, you were already moving, crossing the yard to meet him halfway.
Your expression was calm. But the look in your eyes said something entirely different as you stopped in front of him.
âCan I help you, officer?â you asked sweetly, voice dripping with politeness and pleasantries.
âHi, darlinâ,â he replied. His eyes passed over you. You were thanking yourself that you'd make an effort earlier. Hair curled, favourite dress. You could tell he appreciated it.
His voice carried easily through the air, drawn out in that deliberate, slow cadence that always did something irritatingly effective to your nerves.
You didnât need to look around to know what it looked like from the outside. Every pair of eyes in that yard was on the two of you. Your partner, his friends, even the people passing by slowing their steps just a little too long.
It felt like a performance now. Like you were both aware of the stage and refusing to step off it. And you knew, whatever came next, you had to deliver.
Gator leaned one arm against the open cruiser door, completely unhurried despite the way every set of eyes in the yard had fixed onto him. His gaze stayed on you the entire time.
âGot a call about a disturbance,â he said casually. âFigured Iâd come check it out myself.â
You folded your arms. âAnd here I thought you were just bored.â
A crooked smile pulled at his mouth.
âWell,â he drawled, âthat too. Pretty face like yours makes my day better." Every word was followed with his intense way of looking at you. The kind that lit a fire right through you.
Behind you, someone shifted in their chair. Your boyfriend muttered something under his breath, low enough that Gator ignored it entirely.
âEverything alright out here?â Gator asked, finally glancing past you toward the group. His tone was official enough, but there was something taunting underneath it. âNobody put their hands on anybody?â
âNo,â you answered quickly. Gatorâs eyes slid back to yours.
âYou sure about that, darlinâ?â he asked softly. âWouldnât be the first time somebody tried to downplay things for me.â
Your stomach flipped at the tone alone.
âSmall disagreement, all sorted,â you said. âThatâs all.â
âMhm.â He nodded slowly, unconvinced in a way that felt deliberate. âAnd youâre okay?â
âIâm fine.â
He stepped a little closer then, enough that you caught the scent of cigarette smoke and aftershave beneath the evening air.
âDonât look fine,â he murmured. He reached out, his fingertips barely nudging your elbow in an attempt to encourage a few more words to fall from your lips.
Your boyfriend finally stood from his chair. âOfficer, we already said everythingâs handled.â
Gator looked at him for the first time since arriving. His face unimpressed and slightly disappointed. That was who you were choosing over him?
âDidnât ask you,â he replied flatly. Silence cracked across the yard. Then, just as quickly, he smiled again. Easy, charming, dangerous.
âPart of the job,â he said lightly. âGotta make sure everybody here feels safe.â
His attention returned to you instantly. âShe feels safe with you?â he asked, voice deceptively casual.
Your boyfriend bristled. âCourse she does.â Gator tilted his head slightly, studying you instead of him.
âThat true?â The question hung there. Heavy. Personal.
Your pulse hammered so loudly you were convinced everyone could hear it. âI said weâre fine,â you answered carefully.
Gator hummed under his breath like he knew better. Your boyfriend stared at Gator for another tense second, jaw working like he was trying to decide whether punching a sheriffâs deputy was worth the trouble.
âJesus Christ,â he muttered eventually, throwing his hands up. âUnbelievable.â
âHey,â Gator called after him mildly, âdonât leave yet. I still got questions.â
âAsk somebody who cares,â your partner snapped, already stalking back toward the house. The screen door slammed hard enough to rattle the frame behind him.
Silence settled over the yard again, thick and awkward. A couple of his friends suddenly seemed very interested in their drinks. One quietly excused himself altogether.
Gator looked entirely too pleased with himself.
âYou enjoy causing problems?â you asked under your breath.
He stepped closer, boots crunching softly against the gravel. Close enough now that nobody else could reasonably hear him unless they were trying. âOnly when theyâre already there,â he said.
You shook your head, trying not to smile despite yourself. âYouâre unbelievable.â
âMhm.â His eyes dragged over you slowly, shamelessly. âYou're a pretty little thing, yâknow that?â
Your breath caught embarrassingly fast. âDeputy.â
âNo, I mean it.â His voice softened then, lower, rougher around the edges. âBeen standing there trying to do my job while youâre looking at me like that. Damn near distracting.â Heat rose through you. His friends were definitely listening once again now.
âYou are not doing your job.â
He grinned. âLittle bit.â You rolled your eyes, but he noticed the way your shoulders loosened around him, the way your anger had started dissolving into nervous warmth.
That smug look settled onto his face immediately.
âThere she is,â he murmured. âKnew I could get you smiling.â
âIâm not smiling.â
âSure, darlinâ.â
His gaze flicked briefly toward the house before returning to you.
âYou know,â he said casually, âyou could do a hell of a lot better than this.â
You crossed your arms tighter around yourself. âDonât start.â
âIâm serious.â He leaned in slightly, voice dropping low enough that it felt private. âSweet girl like you in that kitchen alone while he drinks and picks fights outside?â
His eyes searched yours for a second too long. âThat donât sit right with me.â
Your pulse fluttered hard in your throat.
âGatorâŠâ
âWhat?â he asked quietly. âYou think I like hearing your name come over dispatch connected to some domestic call?â
You looked away first. That seemed to encourage him.
âIf you were mine,â he continued, almost conversationally, âyou wouldnât be wondering whether somebody was gonna turn mean after a few drinks.â
âYou canât say things like that.â
âWhy not?â His smile turned softer this time, less cocky, more dangerous somehow. âTheyâre true.â
You swallowed hard as he stepped even closer, the toe of his boot nearly touching yours now.
âWell,â he said at last, all lazy charm again, âif thatâs everything, little miss, Iâll leave you to enjoy your evening.â
The title shouldâve sounded patronising. Somehow, coming from him, it only made heat crawl higher up your neck.
âBut,â he continued, reaching into his shirt pocket, âif anything changesâŠâ
He pulled out a card and held it toward you between two fingers.
âDonât be afraid to call me.â
Your eyes flicked down to it. Not the station number. His number. Gatorâs mouth twitched when he realised youâd noticed. Showboating. Something that would get left on the kitchen counter to piss off that boyfriend of yours even more. He didn't need to give you this, you already had it. But to Gator this was a game, and that was his winning move.
âThatâll get you through to me directly,â he said smoothly. âReal quick, too, if you need anything.â His gaze lingered on you for a beat too long. âAnd I mean anything.â
Your fingertips burned when they brushed his taking the card from him. Behind you, somebody shifted awkwardly in their chair. Another muttered a quiet Jesus Christ under their breath.
Gator didnât care. He was still looking at you like the two of you were alone out there.
âSee you around, darlinâ,â he said softly. You hated how easily your voice caught.
âYeah,â you managed. âSee you around.â His eyes dragged slowly over your face one last time, shameless and lingering enough to make your pulse stumble all over again.
Then he stepped back toward the cruiser. Just before climbing inside, he glanced at you through the open door and lifted two fingers to the side of his head in a lazy little call me gesture.
The wink that followed nearly finished you off entirely. A second later, the engine roared back to life, gravel crunching beneath the tyres as he pulled away.
And somehow, with your boyfriend angry inside the house and half the neighbourhood likely talking already, all you could think about was the when you would get to see Gator again.
Through the Rearview Mirror
 âĄÂ You hold it in your eyes until you can hold each other
Warnings: 18+ / MDNI! âąÂ Established but secret relationship, semi-public sex (car), fingering (f receiving), oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, slight exhibitionism, dirty talk, soft dom!Steve, praise
Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!Henderson!reader
Word count: 5.5k
Summary: It starts in the rearview mirror. In stolen glances, almosts, and everything you don't let the others see.
You and Steve are good at keeping things quiet, careful, hidden in plain sight. Right up until youâre finally alone...
Authorâs note: Inspired by this post
The WSQK vanâSteveâs latest rideâisnât exactly a babe magnet.
Thereâs always something on the floor that shouldnât be thereâcrushed candy wrappers, a stray cassette case, the kind of mystery debris no one ever claims or throws away.Â
The seats are worn from too many bodies piling in and out, the air permanently carrying a mix of sugar, soda, and, unfortunately, BO. And thereâs almost always at least one of the kids hovering somewhere nearby, like the van itself has become less of a vehicle and more of a moving meeting point Steve canât escape.
Itâs loud. Itâs chaotic. Itâs never just his.
But lucky for Steveâhe doesnât need it to be.
Because he has you. And God, does he love you.
THE HAT
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gator and that damn vape
thinking about Gators thick fingers sob
oh you mean how him just curling even one into you feels like a lot so he backtracks a little
how heâd press the tips against your mouth to get you to open up and suck on them and youâd choke around them when heâs not even doing all that much
how heâd push them down your throat on purpose then, so you gag around them and both of you revel in how sick it is, how he likes the way you sound and you like the way it makes you feel
how he pulls them out of your mouth and spits on them himself, too, just to make sure theyâre wet enough to slide into your tight heat
how heâd throw one of your legs up and over his shoulder to give himself the room he needs to ease them both into you
how your stomach would clench up at the intrusion
how heâd twitch them upward to tease you, make you think heâs gonna look for your spot but no, not yet
how heâd fuck you with them slow, until the backs of his other fingers were pressed up against you too, framing where heâs entering you, and how heâd scissor them apart as he drew them back out
how even with three fingers pounding away in you itâs still not enough to really prepare you for how big his cock is
how heâd leave you gaping and loose when he lifted his hand from between your legs and licked his fingers clean, before offering them back to you and youâd suck them off, tasting yourself and him on them too
yeah ok i see the vision
Rotten to the Core.
Joe Keery as Travis âTeacakeâ Meacham COLD STORAGE (2026)
djolings and giving them road head (i feel like keys would say itâs too unsafe lmao)
đŒSteve: This would quickly turn into one of Steveâs favorite activities to the point where if youâre alone in the car with him on a longer drive, he starts shifting around, adjusting himself in his pants until you get the message. Heâs a very good driver so luckily you donât really have to worry about crashing unless his orgasm is really intense, and even then you just helped steer the wheel for a moment until he comes back down to earth. The first time it happened you had teasingly brought the idea up to him and he was almost instantly hard in his pants.
love your headcanon posts and I have so many thoughtsđ
what do you think the djolings reactions would be to you ruining their orgasm ?!
đââïžđââïžđââïžyes yes yes I love this. For the sake of these letâs say theyâre all being sucked off or jerked off just to make ruining their orgasm a little easier to ruin hehe18+ mdni
đŒSteve: Steveâs sprawled out on the bed on his back, chest rising and falling heavily as you stroke over his throbbing cock. Youâve been working him up for a while now and heâs so eager to come, so eager for you to make him feel so, so good. âIâm right there, fuck Iâm right thereâŠâ Heâs whining, hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. You just hum, continuing to stroke him. The second he starts coming, you pull your hand away and he lets out a broken whine âno! No, no fuck please! NoâŠâ heâs so sad about it, pouting his bottom lip as his cock twitches, his ruined release only half of what it would have been had you stroked him through it. âWhyâd you do that?â Heâs asking, looking up at you with wide eyes. âAre you mad at me? Did I do something wrong?â He just couldnât understand why youâd punish him like this. You just shrug, cupping his cheek. âJust wanted to see.â He groans, leaning his face into your cheek, even if youâre the reason his orgasm was ruined.
Feelin' You
Pairing: Travis "Teacake" Meachum x fem!reader
Summary: It's your first day on the job when you and your new coworker stumble upon something that's not for your eyes to see.
Warnings: 18+, filthy smut, oral (fem!receiving), overstimulation, praise, unprotected sex, creampie, kinda (?) public sex.
W.C: 9k+
a/n: took a break from stancy fics cuz I just couldn't stop thinking about this man.
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