Installment One: Words (Un)SaidāThe world is probably ending and thereās only one thing you can think about. Steve.āend of the world angst!!! love confessions, kissing, a little heavy petting
Installment Two: The Other-SideāYou and Steve survive the end of the world togetherāSmut MDNI like nasty-then-sweet stuff (check chapter warnings before reading)
Installment Three: Lifeās Little PlansāPost-Upside-Down life has all sorts of little blisses for you and Steveātooth-rotting fluff, kissing, some sexy stuff
Installment Four: Put Me In, CoachāSteveās got a new job and a new uniform thatās really doing it for youāSmut MDNI (check chapter warnings before reading) also more sickeningly sweet fluff thrown in
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Eddieās personal hell being dealing with his roommate Steve and Steveās adorable girlfriend..
What started as a good idea to save money slowly began to drive him insane. He tried to be a good sport about it, but he completely forgot how obsessed Steve is with his girlfriend! It meant you were always in the house. He would come home from work and see you both cuddled up on the couch watching a movie, and then the next morning just minutes after waking up he would find you guys cooking breakfast together, and other times he would find you both just sat in the bathroom getting ready togetherā¦was it ever enough? How close did you guys need to be?!
Youāre just so sweet to Eddie, it almost intimidates him. You always invite him to movie nights and offer to let him pick the movie, you always make him a plate for breakfast, you always want to talk with him. āHi, Eddie!ā āWanna watch a movie with us, Eds?ā āGood morning Eddie!ā āAre you busy tonight, Eddie?ā He just didnāt understand you! He didnāt get why such a Barbie Doll looking sweetheart was so set on talking with him!
You were practically a third roommate. Always around, always cleaning, trying to be friendly and chat with Eddie like you werenāt always in his friendās bed-
Oh donāt get him started on the thin walls. Itās nearly every night he can hear you and Steve. Muffled moans, bed frame creaking and occasionally hitting the wall-heās wondered what it sounds liken when you guys arenāt trying to be quiet. Not in a weird way! Justā..curiosity? He did end up finding out what it sounded like when he came home from work early.
āFuckāfuck, Steve-ā āMhm?ā He hums, āyouāve been waiting to get loud, huh?ā He coos, never once slowing his pace. āSh-shut up..you know I have to be quietā ā-No you donāt. Cāmon, baby..he likes you too, yāknow, he wonāt mind hearing you all pretty like thisā he coos softly, halfway teasing. āWhenāre you gonna let me ask him, hm? Donāt you want him in here?ā You whine, weakly giggling between moans. āD-donāt say anything to him..h-heāll think ām weird.ā Eddie had gotten closer to the door after you had told Steve to shut up. He swears heās not perverted for listening, he just happened to be close! Fortunately for him, coming home early that day certainly brightened his attitude towards his best friendās girlfriend, pretty much his third roommate, the sweetest, most perverted doll ever.
Oh to have Joeās mustache ticking your thighsā¦
Why haven't I gone like, publicly feral on how much I love that fucking mustache yet?
From the first touch you can feel how coarse it is - it's not like that sandpaper-rough feeling, it's alive. Thousands of individual hairs, each one a tiny spark being sent across your skin as he presses his mouth to your inner thigh.
You can feel the heat of his lips underneath, the wet warmth of his tongue, but it's the frame around his mouth that has you gasping. That brush of hair dragging slow and deliberate across you, scratching just enough to remind you where he is. Every movement sending shivers racing up your spine - your nerves are confused, overwhelmed and unable to decide between ticklish and erotic nature.
He starts to move higher and the sensation intensifies. Softer skin meets coarser hair. You feel each individual strand catch and release, catch and release, as he works his way toward your core where you're aching. Your fingers are digging into his scalp, holding on - needing something, anything, to support yourself against the overwhelming feeling.
When he does finally tastes you, it's the contrast that wrecks you. The soft, wet heat of his tongue, surrounded by that persistent scratch against your most sensitive area. He groans and the vibration travels through the hairs, doubling the sensation - so wet and rough, soft and sharp, all at once.
You arch into him more without meaning to, chasing the feeling, and he obliges. His jaw works and the mustache starts to scrape rhythmically now, a steady friction accompanying every lick. It's too much and not enough at the same time, the tickle building alongside the pleasure until you can't separate them anymore - until the scratch of him against your skin is as essential as his tongue inside you.
When you cum, you feel it everywhere. The spasms of your release, yes, but also the texture that is him marking you, claiming you in this absurd, fucking intimate way. The aftershocks make you twitch, so oversensitive, and even that small movement grinds his mustache against your thigh, prolonging the feeling further.
After, when he crawls up to kiss you, you catch his face in your hands quickly. Running your thumb across that ridiculous, perfect brush of hair. You can still feel it everywhere he touched- a ghost lingering on your thighs, a hightened sensation that makes you shiver when you press your legs together.
"Still hate it?" he mumbles against your palm.
You pull him down on your mouth to show him exactly how you feel.
thinking about beefy!steve fucking you in a headlock!
you're both a little drunk from the party earlier, clothes scattered across the floor like forgotten promises. steve's beefy frame presses down on you as you lie face down on the bed, ass lifted just enough for him to slot in behind. his thick arms cage you in, one hand planted beside your head while the other snakes around your neck in a loose headlock. not tight enough to hurt, but firm, possessive, his bicep bulging against your throat as he holds you there.
āfuck, you feel so good,ā he whimpers into your ear, hot breath fanning your skin. his voice is all ragged edges, that usual cocky confidence cracking under the weight of how bad he wants you. you can feel every inch of his muscular bodyābroad chest heaving against your back, thighs like tree trunks bracketing your hips. his cock, thick and heavy, nudges at your entrance, slick from your earlier teasing.
you arch your back, pushing your ass up to meet him, and he groans low, the sound vibrating through his chest. āsteve, please,ā you murmur, voice muffled against the pillow. that's all it takes. with a shaky exhale, he thrusts in, burying his fat cock to the hilt in one go. your pussy stretches around him, walls clenching at the sudden fullness, and you cry out, fingers twisting in the sheets.
he starts moving right away, hips snapping forward in a brutal rhythm, the headlock tightening just a fraction to keep you pinned. his free hand grips your hip, fingers digging into the soft flesh hard enough to bruise, pulling you back onto him with every drive. āshitā so tight, baby,ā he whimpers again, lips brushing your earlobe, teeth grazing the shell. the vulnerability in his voice sends a thrill straight to your core, making you drip around his length.
prone bone like this, you can barely move, just take it as he fucks you deep, cock dragging against your g-spot with each plunge. his balls slap against your clit, wet and obscene, the sound mixing with your gasps and his desperate little whines. āyou like that? me holding you down like this?ā he pants, arm flexing around your neck, the muscle pressing just right to make your head swim.
āyesā harder,ā you beg, turning your face toward him as much as you can. sweat slicks his skin, dripping onto your shoulder, and you feel his abs contract against your lower back with every thrust. he's relentless now, pounding into you like he can't get deep enough, the bed creaking under his weight. his whimpers grow louder, needy, spilling right into your earā āgonna fill this pretty pussy, i love youā
pleasure coils tight in your belly, building fast from the angle, the pressure of his arm, the raw need in his voice. your thighs tremble, pussy fluttering around him as he grinds deeper, cock throbbing inside you. āsteveā i'm close,ā you gasp, and he shudders, burying his face in your neck, hot and damp.
ācum for me, please,ā he whimpers, voice breaking, hips stuttering as he chases his own edge. that's itā the plea tips you over. your orgasm crashes through you, walls spasming, milking his cock as you soak him, juices squirting out around his base. he doesn't stop, fucking you through it, his arm loosening just enough for you to breathe but keeping you locked in place.
with a final, broken whineā āfuck, babyāā he slams home, cock pulsing as he floods your pussy with thick ropes of cum. you feel it all, hot and sticky, filling you up until it leaks out, mixing with your wetness on the sheets. he collapses over you, still inside, arm draped loosely around your neck now, both of you panting in the afterglow.
āmine,ā he murmurs softly into your ear, pressing a kiss to your damp skin, and you smile.
A/N : best idea ever @keeksandgigz & i havenāt written in soooooo long!! i never went to my notes app this fast
steve harrington x afab!reader
summary: what it says on the tin. you ask steve harrington to spit in your mouth.
contents: 18+ MINORS DNI NSFW!!! steve harrington x reader, afab reader, established relationship, making out, vague dry humping, spit kink, mutual consent, minor degradation vibes (bc of the spit kink yk)
wc: 1.1k
a/n: since y'all wanna kink shame..... this is me writing spit kink out of spite. this is the year of shaming kink shamers. scroll on by if you don't like it please and thank you <3
ao3. divider by @dividers-are-us
Sounds of quickened heartbeats and lips smacking flood your ears as Steveās frame hovers above yours with practiced ease. He looks and feels like a sculpted statue, solid and sturdy. One of his legs is slotted between yours, providing some much-needed friction to your throbbing clit while his hands wander towards all the right places.
All of it is natural, lived in, comfortable. The two of you have done this dance together hundreds of times, each step memorized to the point of perfection. Itās as easy as waking up on a Sunday morning, or counting to ten, or breathing.
Despite this, you feel your mind wandering elsewhere as Steveās tongue glides over yours repeatedly like youāre something he wants to devour. Itās not uncharted territory. You think about it whenever he kisses you this insistently, with this sort of reverence that suggests you hung the moon.Ā
The pull is especially strong during these moments in particular, when Steveās lips are so swollen he instinctively slicks them with saliva as soon as he pulls away. Itās a brief intermission for a breathāwithin seconds heās kissing you again, his nose knocking into yours haphazardly. The next time he comes up for air, your thighs clench as you notice a string of spit connecting your mouths. The bond breaks as soon as Steveās tongue darts out across his pillowy lower lip.
Itās all you can do but stare at him with hearts in your eyes, pupils blown and irises cloudy as you contemplate the sight above you.
āYou look so pretty when you're lost in thought,ā Steve admires out loud.
You hum absentmindedly at his compliment, an idea rolling and rattling around in your head. One thatās proving to be difficult to ignore.
Steve brushes some hair away from your face. āWanna tell me what youāre thinkinā about?ā
āDo you think we could try something tonight?ā you ask earnestly.
Steve hums a noise of encouragement in response. āLike what?ā
āIwantyoutospitinmymouth.ā
Steve swallows in shock at your forwardness, a strangled noise escaping his throat before he finds his words. āYou want me to what?ā
You squirm under his gaze, shrinking into yourself. āDonāt make me say it again.ā
āSorry, pretty sure my brain just short circuited,ā he says with a shake of his head. āI need you to tell me again. Please.ā
A large hand reaches out to cup your face, the pad of Steveās thumb swiping over your cheekbone gently in a reassuring motion. Nothing feels embarrassing with him anymore, yet the vulnerability of the moment still makes your cheeks burn. Maybe you should have kept this as an inside thought, but itās too little too late nowāthe catās out of the bag and Steveās patiently waiting for you to repeat yourself.
A shaky breath rattles out from deep within your chest as you summon up your courage. āI want you to spit in my mouth, Steve,ā you assert with conviction.
Everything stops. Steveās doe eyes flit over your face and study your body language carefully. They canāt miss the way youāre laying restless beneath him, hips pitching forward slightly against the muscle of his clothed thigh.
Steve eventually sucks in a breath through his parted plush lips. āThatās really dirty, baby.ā
You blow some air out through your nose. āThatās why I want it,ā you challenge, refusing to back down. āWant you.ā
Now itās Steveās turn to be lost in thought, a crease forming between his eyebrows as they marry in the middle while considering your proposal. You reach up to smooth it out, your touch seeming to ground him as you watch the rise and fall of his chest even out.
Steve rests his forehead against yours. āYouāre sure?ā
āSteve,ā you groan, growing impatient.Ā
He presses a soft kiss to your temple. āI just havenāt really considered this before,ā he admits, his usual bravado dimmed a smidge. āBut Iāll give you anything you want, obviously.ā
āI donāt want to do anything you donāt want to do.ā
āNo, I want to.ā He shifts to press his pelvis against yours, the obvious bulge in his pants proving his point. āI want you.ā
You card a hand through his hair. āThen kiss me like you mean it, Harrington. Iām yours.ā
A groan rings out along with the clink of clashing teeth as Steve hurriedly brings his lips down to yours again. The kiss is hot and heavy, filled with want and untamed desire. Heās practically panting into your mouth as his tongue works against yours again languidly, guided by passion and a strong need to please.
Steve brings a hand down to envelope your jaw, touch bold but not forceful. āOpen,ā he instructs, voice low and gravelly.
A small, needy noise leaves your mouth as Steveās thumb catches on your bottom lip. You do as youāre told, jaw hinging to give him unrestricted access. Your clit pulses with anticipation as you watch him lean in to close what little space is left between you.
Itās slow and sensual. Steveās kiss-bitten lips brush against yours as he practically drools into your mouth, spit dripping sloppily onto your waiting tongue. Itās warm and wet and filthy and everything you wanted. You blink up at him, feeling overwhelmed with admiration and lust as your senses flood with something that is so undeniably Steve.
Steve notices the way your breath hitches in your throat and flexes his fingers around your pulsepoint. āSwallow.ā
You obediently close your mouth to take everything heās given you, throat contracting as you swallow down every last bit of him. Steve curses under his breath as he watches you. Itās criminal what youāre doing, looking up at him so innocently but following through with something so obscene. A breathy whimper escapes your lips involuntarily as soon as the last of Steveās spit slides down your throat.
Before you have time to think Steveās on you again with a tortured moan, hands moving brazenly up your shirt to pull you in impossibly close. His kisses are somehow even sloppier and more open mouthed than before, dirty and determined. You revel in the sensation as Steve feverishly tastes himself on your tongue. He graciously lets his spit spill into your mouth and coat your lips messily, his saliva almost sparkling in the low glow of the room. You moan Steveās name with need as he separates himself from you, both a plea and a confirmation of how much youāre enjoying him.
āCan I take these off?ā Steve rasps against your lips while toying with the fabric of your waistband. āāCause now I wanna spit some other places, too.ā
very much uneditedā kind of just word vomit blurb
18+ mdni, smutsmutsmut creampie, cockwarming, sort of overstimulation???? steve is soft but hardens inside reader. no plot whatsoever, (also have no idea if this is even possible but it's possible because i say so) only induldging in pure freakzoid hours
told someone to write this idea but everyone bullied me into doing it (but really no one bullied me i was impatient to wait for someone else to do it)
steve's headboard thumps against the wall in a heavy cadence, mixing with the grunts of the boy, slick with sweat, curls clinging to his forehead, eyes half-lidded. he's pulling his cock out of you, nearly all the way before he snaps his hips forward, plunging back inside.
your legs are spread wide, you're open for him all pretty and dripping, wanton moans drooling from your perfect mouth. his hands roaming your perfect body.
perfect.
thats what steve always thinks of you. beautiful and perfect for him.
he's knelt on his bed, your back arched on a pillow as he drives into you. his hands grip your ankles, spreading you wider. "baby, you look so sexy taking me like this. i could do this all night."
"feels so good, baby," your voice is ruined the moment he bucks another unrelentless thrust, your pussy squelching, his cock twitching from how your velvety walls grip onto him.
he knows he's close, leaning forward, pressing a sloppy wet kiss between your breasts. the angle change making your cry in satisfaction. he leans back again, taking his hand in yours, kissing your knuckles, licking your fingers, dragging it down his chest so that your fingers rake the unruly hairs. "m' so close..." he groans.
"me... oh fuck... yes....me too." you pressed the back of your head further into his pillows. they smell like him. soap and leather. you turn your head, so your nose can fully engulf the smell, now mixed with this heated moment.
he let go of your hand and grips your hips, palming the soft flesh, picking up his pace. his nails dig into your skin, your eyes rolling back, your hand flying to your forehead like it might keep you from coming undone.
but steve starts to move you, making you match his rhythm of filfthy thrusts. you feel him throbbing inside you, and your stomach begins to feel like static. one brush from steve's thumb over your aching clit has you cry, "fuck! stevesteve!"
your own name spilling out of his parted pink mouth as he comes to his own finish, filling inside your pussy. he's panting, breathing hard, his soft tummy moving. the hair on his chest and downwards are damp and sticky, even his freckles and moles have a sweet like honey shine glistening on them.
his head is bowed forward, trying to compose himself.
you feel him trying to slip out of you but you find yourself wrapping your legs around him, stopping him. he looks at you, the curve of his dirty smile making you nearly gasp out another orgasm. because that's what steve harrington has done to you. turns you on by just flashing his stupid perfect teeth.
neither of you move, you force him to stay right there, his soft exhausted cock nestling inside you. you can feel the warmth of his cum slick that everytime you let out a slow breath, you can feel his cock faintly glide against your walls.
steves hands lay stupidly on your stomach. you both frozen in this moment, like this is the actual part that is euphoric and toe curling. his thumb circles the base of your tummy, where once he could see his own cock buldging outā barely.
"baby, you gonna let me go eventually?" steve chuckles, and if he weren't trapped by your legsā though he'd probably be able to escape if he wanted to, but he thinks he likes where you have himā he'd kiss your swollen lips.
you shake your head, "mm-m." then you bite your lip and squeeze his hips, making your pussy squeeze against his cock inside you. "you said you could do this all night, didn't you?"
he whines. "oh shit... fuck... baby. don't tell me you need more?"
you grin wide, ear to ear, eyes bright. "yes baby. i want more. need more."
and because you're perfect and beautiful. and because he loves you. his body immediately reacts. his cock twitches inside you. "you think i can recover that fast?" he laughs.
and all you do is bat your eyes, lashes fluttering against the apples of your heated cheeks. your tongue swiping your bottom lip like you're starving.
and it destroys every bit of swagger and smugness, any bit of control he thought he had when it comes to the bedroom. because all you did was have your eyes sparkle, pupils blown wide, and a soft "please," carol from your lips.
steve runs both his hands through his hair as he whimpers. he feels his own cock harden inside you, stretching your pussy as it swells.
you cry at the feeling of him, arching your back to feel his heated tip graze a sensitive spot.
"so fuckin' greedy and needy," steve complains, smiling despite it. his hips already beginning to rock back and forth in a slow agonizing pace.
husband!stevie letting you ride your anger out on his cock <3
husband!steve harrington, who lets you fuck your stress out bouncing on his dick <333 praising you about how beautiful you look bouncing on it and how much he loves you when youāre frustrated.
husband!steve, who lets you have your own rhythm above him, only with his hands on your hips; not to guide you or smth, to have his hands on you.
husband!steve, who is a mess when he hears you angrily ramble about how bad your day was, because he loves seeing you angry.
husband!steve, who adores when your nails rudely dig into his chest, and carries them around like a proud man afterwards.
husband!steve, who tries to calm you down, āitās okay baby.. theyāreāfuck, theyāre idiots. take all you need please, i need it.ā āyeah, fuck! youāre doing it s-so wellā. while sweetly caressing your waist or your thighs.
husband!steve, who has you wrapped on his arms after sex, stroking your back up and down, kissing your temple. āthank you baby, i love youā āi love you too, mad womanā.
