jen

she/her 20 smut blog bc im a whore 18+ pls

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💕about me: jen, 20, joe keery enthusiast! bisexual, enfp, college student, smut blog, mdni! 🎀

requests are open!! i mostly write small blurbs on whateva :)) i write sporadically, as a student i can get quite busy, i apologize in advance if it takes me a while to get around to your request ://

currently writing for steve harrington and other joe keery characters <333

masterlist:

steve harrington:

blurbs (rambles, couple hundred words): 

big dick steve

steve fucking you in a headlock

dry humping with steve

steve fucking reader in a santa costume

touching steve in the car

throat training with steve

cockwarming

creampies

steve ‘breeding kink’ harrington

squirting

mommy kink

morning sex

steve touching himself while hes going down on you

giving cocky!steve head

sharing you with eddie

letting him hit it raw

best friend perv steve 1 | best friend perv steve 2

steve with innexperienced reader

toxic ex bf steve and toxic ex gf

titfucking

dilf!steve having a daddy kink

getting caught by dilf!steves ex wife

dilf!steve taking care of you

tummy bulge

ex!bf steve getting jealous

dilf!steve x mirror

unfinished

cockwarming dilf!steve

oneshots (1k+ words):

just for comfort

using a fleshlight on sub!steve

steve and insecure reader

weekend getaway with hubby!steve

thoughts (100-200 words, small ideas :p):

steve fucking the attitude out of you

he cant pull out :(

working out with perv!bsf steve

making love in the shower <33

sitting on dilf!steves face

fluff (omg fluff in a smut blog?!!!!):

showering after the final battle

running into bf steve after the russians

kissing steve with lip plumper

raspberries :,)

gator tillman:

blurbs (couple hundred words):

fucking in the back of his cruiser

facefucking

kurt kunkle:

blurbs (couple hundred words):

touching kurt for the first time

teaching kurt how to touch you

overstimming kurt

virgin!kurt

kurt wanting your attention

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after hours (walter keys mckey x reader)

warnings: smut (18+, mdni), p in v, public sex, switch!keys, mouth obstruction (panty stuffing), creampie

wc: 1.1k

you were supposed to be staying overtime with keys to help him with a glitch in the game, but somehow you ended up in his lap, on his chair, grinding against his clothed shaft. the usual bright fluorescent lighting in the office is now dimmed with the soft glow of unoccupied computer monitors on empty desks, and faint noises of a vacuum being run by the janitor from outside the cubicle. his hands are everywhere, first groping your tits through your blouse, now kneading the globes of your ass beneath your skirt helping you rock against him.

your lips move together messily, tongues gliding against each other. keys cant help the groans that fall from his mouth, youre such a good kisser, it makes his head spin. the condensation from the heat and intensity from your kiss had caused a light fog to build up in his glasses, which slowly cleared up as you pulled away from his lips. you move to unstraddle yourself off of his lap.

“heyhey,” his hands grip your hips, the wheels of his chair gliding against the floor as he rolls closer to you. “where’re you going?”

“take off your pants.”

key scoffs, slightly caught off guard. he could feel his pants tighten, you werent asking him, you were telling him.

“here?” he asks, his voice higher than usual.

“yes, here,” you roll your eyes playfully.

he fiddles with the end of your skirt.

“keys, no ones here.”

“i know, its just,” his gaze drifts to the office doors, the muffled sound of the vacuum audible out in the hall. “what if we get caught?”

“we wont,” you shake your head, “they only vacuum the office mondays and wednesdays.” you trace your finger along his jawline, “do you know what day it is today?”

keys looks up at you with glossy eyes, his lips slightly parted. “uh-huh,” he nods, already unbuckling his belt and unfastening the zipper of his pants to free himself. “tuesday.”

“thats right,” you smile. “but since youre so worried about getting caught, i guess ill have to shut you up.”

you hook your fingers underneath the hem of your panties and allow them to pool around your ankles.

“im not! its just—” his eyes widen as you stuff your panties in his mouth, abruptly cutting him off.

you giggle at the surprised sound he had made. you straddle his lap again, his desk chair creaks with both of your weight on it. you waste no time stroking him slowly, hes hot and heavy in your hand. you hoist your hips up, gliding the tip of him up and down your core. a muffled groan falls from keys, just feeling how wet you are makes more precum ooze out of his tip. you both moan the moment you sink down on his cock and fully bottom out.

one loud and audible, one quiet and muffled.

you take a deep breath, letting your body accommodate to the size of him. its something you could never get used to, the stretch of him burned so good. his hands grip your waist, his big hazel eyes boring into your own through his glasses. you feel his thumbs affectionately rub either side of your hips, as if its his own way of saying take your time, i got you. you bite back a whimper and slowly start rocking yourself up and down his length.

“fuck, keys.”

you wrap your arms around him and bury your face in the crook of his neck, moaning softly into the skin. keys tenderly rubs one of his hands up and down your back, while the other remains on your hips for leverage as he makes an effort to thrust up into you. he times his movements perfectly with each lazy bounce you give him. you can feel every vein of his length, while he can feel every crevice of your velvety walls, and it both sends you reeling.

you lick a stripe up his neck, working towards his earlobe, and nibble on the flesh gently. you feel him twitch inside you and he whimpers at the action. you slowly loosen your arms from around his neck, and brace your arms against his chest for better stability. you ride him with more enthusiasm now, moaning and gasping his name. like earlier, his hands fly to your ass, squeezing the flesh to move you against his cock more efficiently. the desk chair is squeaking rhythmically at every movement.

“mhm?” you whine, “that feel good?”

he hums eagerly against your panties.

“what about this?”

you intentionally lower yourself as deep as you can and swivel your hips against his cock.

keys stomach flips, his back arches ever so slightly off of the chair and his eyes roll back.

you tut, “asked you a question.”

keys nods eagerly at you, desperately moaning, although his sounds were dulled by the fabric. he started drawing quick, uneven breaths through his nose that made his chest rise and fall rapidly.

grasping the hair at the nape of his neck, you tug back gently to get a better glimpse at him. keys eyes are glossy as they meet yours, his glasses skewed. you can tell that your panties are now soaked with a mixture of your arousal from earlier and his saliva. you move one of your hands to take out your bunched panties from his mouth.

“still scared about getting caught?” you grin

“fuck no,” he shakes his head, scoffing. “just keep riding me like that. shit– im so close.”

never shifting the position, he sits up just a little bit more on his chair so youre properly chest to chest. he tugs your hair back to give himself better access to your neck, kissing and biting at the sensitive skin.

“fuck, fuck, fuck,” a needy whine falls from him while hes desperately bucking his hips against yours.

“keys–” you gasp, “im gonna cum.”

“do it,” a cocky smirk plastered on his face, “cum for me.”

this time, he wasnt asking you, he was telling you.

your body stutters as your walls clamp down and flutter against keys length euphoria rushes through your veins and thats all he need to feel to trigger his own orgasm. suddenly, keys arms wrap around your waist as he thrusts up into you one last time, it isnt long before you feel his load fill you up. he lazily grinds up into you, riding out both of your orgasms. you hum contently as the post orgasm haze starts to hit you. keys showered soft kisses on your collarbone as you both catch your breath, the soft hum of the vacuum still moving up and down the hallway just right outside the office.

“they might have to start thoroughly cleaning this place on a daily basis because of us if we keep staying overtime.”

[harringtonstar]

headcanoning that when you’re making out with Gator Tillman, his fingers will suddenly grasp at and tangle in the hair at the back of your head so he can tug it back to break the kiss, tilting your head just so he can spit in your mouth.

[s111ut]

after hours (walter keys mckey x reader)

warnings: smut (18+, mdni), p in v, public sex, switch!keys, mouth obstruction (panty stuffing), creampie

wc: 1.1k

you were supposed to be staying overtime with keys to help him with a glitch in the game, but somehow you ended up in his lap, on his chair, grinding against his clothed shaft. the usual bright fluorescent lighting in the office is now dimmed with the soft glow of unoccupied computer monitors on empty desks, and faint noises of a vacuum being run by the janitor from outside the cubicle. his hands are everywhere, first groping your tits through your blouse, now kneading the globes of your ass beneath your skirt helping you rock against him.

your lips move together messily, tongues gliding against each other. keys cant help the groans that fall from his mouth, youre such a good kisser, it makes his head spin. the condensation from the heat and intensity from your kiss had caused a light fog to build up in his glasses, which slowly cleared up as you pulled away from his lips. you move to unstraddle yourself off of his lap.

“heyhey,” his hands grip your hips, the wheels of his chair gliding against the floor as he rolls closer to you. “where’re you going?”

“take off your pants.”

key scoffs, slightly caught off guard. he could feel his pants tighten, you werent asking him, you were telling him.

“here?” he asks, his voice higher than usual.

“yes, here,” you roll your eyes playfully.

he fiddles with the end of your skirt.

“keys, no ones here.”

“i know, its just,” his gaze drifts to the office doors, the muffled sound of the vacuum audible out in the hall. “what if we get caught?”

“we wont,” you shake your head, “they only vacuum the office mondays and wednesdays.” you trace your finger along his jawline, “do you know what day it is today?”

keys looks up at you with glossy eyes, his lips slightly parted. “uh-huh,” he nods, already unbuckling his belt and unfastening the zipper of his pants to free himself. “tuesday.”

“thats right,” you smile. “but since youre so worried about getting caught, i guess ill have to shut you up.”

you hook your fingers underneath the hem of your panties and allow them to pool around your ankles.

“im not! its just—” his eyes widen as you stuff your panties in his mouth, abruptly cutting him off.

you giggle at the surprised sound he had made. you straddle his lap again, his desk chair creaks with both of your weight on it. you waste no time stroking him slowly, hes hot and heavy in your hand. you hoist your hips up, gliding the tip of him up and down your core. a muffled groan falls from keys, just feeling how wet you are makes more precum ooze out of his tip. you both moan the moment you sink down on his cock and fully bottom out.

one loud and audible, one quiet and muffled.

you take a deep breath, letting your body accommodate to the size of him. its something you could never get used to, the stretch of him burned so good. his hands grip your waist, his big hazel eyes boring into your own through his glasses. you feel his thumbs affectionately rub either side of your hips, as if its his own way of saying take your time, i got you. you bite back a whimper and slowly start rocking yourself up and down his length.

“fuck, keys.”

you wrap your arms around him and bury your face in the crook of his neck, moaning softly into the skin. keys tenderly rubs one of his hands up and down your back, while the other remains on your hips for leverage as he makes an effort to thrust up into you. he times his movements perfectly with each lazy bounce you give him. you can feel every vein of his length, while he can feel every crevice of your velvety walls, and it both sends you reeling.

you lick a stripe up his neck, working towards his earlobe, and nibble on the flesh gently. you feel him twitch inside you and he whimpers at the action. you slowly loosen your arms from around his neck, and brace your arms against his chest for better stability. you ride him with more enthusiasm now, moaning and gasping his name. like earlier, his hands fly to your ass, squeezing the flesh to move you against his cock more efficiently. the desk chair is squeaking rhythmically at every movement.

“mhm?” you whine, “that feel good?”

he hums eagerly against your panties.

“what about this?”

you intentionally lower yourself as deep as you can and swivel your hips against his cock.

keys stomach flips, his back arches ever so slightly off of the chair and his eyes roll back.

you tut, “asked you a question.”

keys nods eagerly at you, desperately moaning, although his sounds were dulled by the fabric. he started drawing quick, uneven breaths through his nose that made his chest rise and fall rapidly.

grasping the hair at the nape of his neck, you tug back gently to get a better glimpse at him. keys eyes are glossy as they meet yours, his glasses skewed. you can tell that your panties are now soaked with a mixture of your arousal from earlier and his saliva. you move one of your hands to take out your bunched panties from his mouth.

“still scared about getting caught?” you grin

“fuck no,” he shakes his head, scoffing. “just keep riding me like that. shit– im so close.”

never shifting the position, he sits up just a little bit more on his chair so youre properly chest to chest. he tugs your hair back to give himself better access to your neck, kissing and biting at the sensitive skin.

“fuck, fuck, fuck,” a needy whine falls from him while hes desperately bucking his hips against yours.

“keys–” you gasp, “im gonna cum.”

“do it,” a cocky smirk plastered on his face, “cum for me.”

this time, he wasnt asking you, he was telling you.

your body stutters as your walls clamp down and flutter against keys length euphoria rushes through your veins and thats all he need to feel to trigger his own orgasm. suddenly, keys arms wrap around your waist as he thrusts up into you one last time, it isnt long before you feel his load fill you up. he lazily grinds up into you, riding out both of your orgasms. you hum contently as the post orgasm haze starts to hit you. keys showered soft kisses on your collarbone as you both catch your breath, the soft hum of the vacuum still moving up and down the hallway just right outside the office.

“they might have to start thoroughly cleaning this place on a daily basis because of us if we keep staying overtime.”

[steddiesprettiestgirl]

⋆˙⟡ in too deep

ᯓ★ boyfriend!steve harrington x f!reader

⋆.𐙚 ̊ cw — mdni, smut, p in v, unprotected sex, rough sex, spanking, degradation, dumbification, pet names, praise kink, steve’s verrrryyy cocky, belly bulge, big dick steve obviously

⋆.𐙚 ̊ summary — after a very terrible 48 hours and some mean comments, steve decides he needs to put you in your place.

⋆.𐙚 ̊ authors note — hi guys! this is kinda like head-cannon style but i literally wrote this in 30 minutes so it def kinda sucks but i lowk kinda like it??? anyways, working on the sex chocolates smut and sparks still!!! please send in any smutty or fluffy requests you have :p

⋆.𐙚 ̊ wc — 1.95k

⊹₊˚‧︵‿₊୨ᰔ୧₊‿︵‧˚₊⊹ please do not copy, rewrite, or repost my works on any other platforms or pages.

season 5 steve would definitely be such a brat tamer. he’s always slightly annoyed, ready to snap at the smallest of inconveniences because of the never ending crawls and his ongoing feud with dustin.

and he loves you soo much. you’ve never had to doubt that for the entirety of your long relationship. he treats you better than you could’ve ever imagined. he loves you loudly and unapologetically. he’s the literal epitome of your very own prince charming from those cheesy movies he used to always take you to see.

but with everything happening lately, he’s just always so on edge and so pent up. and you’d caught him on a particularly bad day.

the night before was an absolutely terrible crawl. dustin had been running late, steve had been forced into the van with jonathan, they’d gotten lost, then caught shit about it from dustin and hopper for hours after.

it was safe to say his fuse was extremely short the next morning at the station.

and so was yours.

robin had been on one all morning, clearly not having a great day either. she’d been hurling insults practically every five seconds out of pure frustration. usually a shift like this would be filled with lighthearted banter and giggles, not sideways glances and snappy comments.

and sitting in the muggy sound booth was like literal hell. the atmosphere was akin to a live wire waiting to be set off any seconds.

and robin had really pissed you off now. and unfortunately for steve, he was catching the brunt of it.

“steve, wrong button!”

“dude, you missed your cue!”

“can you stop chewing so loud?!”

“are you even listening to her at all?!”

“god, do i have to do everything myself?!”

you should’ve known to just shut up when he’d gone eerily quiet. he didn’t snap back with some crude insult— he never did— but he usually had some sort of comment. whether it be a quick “sorry,” or “my bad.” he always had something to say nowadays.

he just leaned back in his chair, deathly silent and cold.

and the moment you got into your shared apartment and into your bedroom, he was sitting down and bending you over his lap. your soft, flowy skirt was bunched up around your hips and your bare skin was on perfect display for him.

“you think you can just yell at me like that? because what? you’ve had a bad day?” and his heavy, big hand would come down onto the supple skin with a loud smack, making you jerk against his thighs. “hm? think you can get all mean and expect things to go back to normal?”

there’d be zero sympathy in his voice because everyone has truly been pushing his buttons for the last 48 hours.

his calloused palm was sooth over the reddening skin slowly, giving you that false sense of relief that made you think it was over.

smack.

you’d cry out brokenly, your legs kicking up at the sharp sting. “stevie—“

he’d cut you off immediately because he knows where you’re going with this. he always knows. “not today, baby. can’t sweet talk your way out of this one.”

smack.

the tears prickling in your waterline would begin to finally trickle down your cheeks, leaving trails of dark mascara to smudge. your bottom is starting to burn now but you know it’s far from over.

“you done bein’ a little brat to me? or should i keep going?” he asked mockingly, squeezing at the fat of your ass. you couldn’t help but whine in pain. “you gonna apologize to me? tell me how sorry you are? how this won’t happen again?”

and when you try to start pleading your case and beg for it to be over, promising it won’t happen ever again and you’ll be so nice, he’d kinda chuckle to himself and be like, “hmm, it’s funny ‘cause i think that’s exactly what you promised me last time.”

and his heavy hand would come down on the untouched side of your ass with another loud smack, making you choke out a sob. he’d stop if he truly thought he was hurting you, but he knows you better than anyone. and he knows how much you fucking love it.

“count ‘em up, honey,” he’d command, his hands kneading the flesh as he geared up for another spanking. “you know the rules. miss one and i start over.”

and he’d make you count all the way to 14 including the previous 3, an even number on each cheek. by the time he was done, your skin would be red, irritated, and literally on fire so when you went in the station tomorrow and had to sit for the long hours, you’d be uncomfortable and restless. it’d be a long reminder of your behavior and it’s consequences.

you’d be all teary and blabbering out apologies, begging stevie to forgive you. you swear it’ll never happen again and you’ll make it up to him.

after smoothing over your burning skin, he’d have you face down on the bed with your ass perched up into the air, drilling all the of attitude out of you. he’d be sooo transfixed on your creamy little cunt just fucking sucking him right back in and leaving a milt ring around the base of him.

“this what you wanted, baby? just wanted to be punished like a little slut?” he’d coo, his hands holding your waist in a bruising grip, pulling you back to meet each thrust. “fuck. pretty pussy’s just fuckin’ cryin’ for it, huh?”

he’d be so mean and teasing, leaning over you so he was buried impossibly deep. his hand would be pressing the side of face down into the sheets as you cried, fingers bunching at the blankets uselessly to try and ground you.

his hips would be moving so much slower, rolling against yours and making a new home in your guts. you could practically feel him in your throat. and you’d be mumbling out absolute nonsense. begging for more? maybe begging for mercy? he could never decipher it.

“the fuck are you even saying right now?” it came out as a breathy laugh, that lazy, confident smile splaying across his face. the hand on the side of your face moves to your hair, tugging the the roots gently before sliding around to hold your neck. he’d pull you upright so your head was back against his shoulder and his arm was looping around to splay a big hand over your stomach, feeling the head of him bulging against your tummy. one particularly hard thrust would have you screaming and arching away from him. “c’mon. be a good girl and use your words. tell me what you want.”

a choked scream spilled past your swollen lips, biting down hard to stop yourself frim letting out another when you felt a deep punch of his fat tip against your cervix. “wanna cum! hmph! please, stevie. right— right there! yes, yes, yes!”

he’d reach around to rub at your puffy, neglected clit until your jerking against him and crying out in pleasure. even when he was pissed off at you, he’d always ensure that you came first.

“that’s it, pretty baby,” he mumbles against the shell of your ear, repeatedly abusing that sweet spot inside of your gummy walls. “taking my fat cock like a fuckin’ champ. you were made for this, weren’t you?”

your nails would be digging so brutally into the forearm around your throat that was almost keeping you in a headlock, but he’d be so lost in the tight warmth of your cunt that he wouldn’t even care. he’d fucking eat it up every time. in the same way that you loooved his firm bicep pressing against your neck. if you were a little more conscious, you’d surely be taking a big bite of them.

with your shaking, spent body, he’d finally lay you back down and slide a pillow under your hips before pressing his full weight on top of you from behind. he’d push himself so far up your guts that you’d be genuinely seeing stars. and his arm would be locking around your neck again, his lips neck to your ear as he moaned lewdly.

“shit. i fuckin’ love when you get all bratty with me,” he’d admit in a low purr. “love getting to have you all dumb and pretty on my cock. hearing you beg me to let you come— oh, fuck. and deep down, i know how much you love getting this little pussy punished. can feel how tight she squeezes me, how fuckin’ wet she gets the minute i get inside you.”

“oh— oh, stevie! please, feels so good,” you cried, jolting forward with the force each hard thrust. “i love it! mmph! love when you punish me!”

and he’d be sooo fucking cocky about it, biting and nipping at your ear as he chuckled. “yeah? tell me how much you love it, baby. tell me how good i make you feel.”

you’d be crying, shaking beneath him, barely able to form another comprehendable sentence when he begins rolling his hips into you, so deep and slow that you feel like you’re suffocating. and steve’s scent, the expensive cologne and his natural musk, is all around you. it’s so entirely him that you’re literally drunk off of it.

when he knows you’re close again, mostly because you can’t say a single intelligible word, he’s rubbing at your clit with his free hand and snapping his hips into yours a little quicker. you can’t even scream when the coil in your stomach snaps, you just have to lay there and take the immense pleasure running through your blood.

and he’d finally start to get all soft on you when he thrusts a few more times slowly before feeling his balls draw up, fully emptying himself inside your dripping cunt. “there you go, honey. yeahhh, just fucking’ take it,” he moaned sweetly into your ear, peppering the side of your sweaty face in loving kisses. “such a good girl for me. fuck, i love you. love you so much, pretty.”

and steve would certainly keep you stuffed full for a few minutes while you caught your breath, kissing all over every inch of your skin. he’d sit up and away from you just to gently paw at your ass, placing the most tender kisses along the bruised skin all while muttering about how much he loves you and how good you were for him.

he’d gently spread the skin apart so he could watch his fat cock pull out from your messy pussy, loving the way his thick cum slowly gushed out of your hole. just to tease you a little, he’d sometimes run the tip of him down your slit to collect his seed and shove it back inside of you, making you let out a choked gasp and grip the sheets beneath you.

his lips would find the space between your shoulder blades, kissing all over you and then pulling out for good.

and steve looooooves aftercare. so of course he’d be rolling you over, pecking your pretty lips and running a soft, warm towel along the stickiness between your legs. he’d be kissing all over you the entire time, praising you, mumbling “i love you, honey,” over and over and over.

and then when you’re all spent and docile, he’d hold you in his big strong arms, smoothing the hair from your face and smiling at you all lovesick and sweet, resulting in the both of you apologizing for being so grumpy all day and cuddling even closer in the comfort of your warm bed.

[andvys]

oh my god

[joekeerysbellybutton]

Breeding kink Stevie in action when drunk………………..

Steve’s the kind of guy that gets drunk on life I swear and I’m imagining him if you’re guests at a wedding together and the whole day he’s getting drunk on love and friendship and you and wine….. so so so much wine

And I think wine drunk Steve would be so freaking clingy

Of course the whole day he’s telling you how gorgeous you look in your dress and how pretty you’d look in white and as the reception drags into the night, the two of you on the dance floor slow dancing while all the other couples are whispering sweet nothings into each others ears.

But Steve… Steve is slurring the most diabolical stuff into your neck

“Wanna make you mine….. marry you…… put a baby in you–fuck–honey I need it so bad, need to feel you.”

He’s subtly rubbing his obvious hard on against your thigh (as subtly as drunk Steve can do anything that is)

“Steve, not here.,” you try to protest but he’s already ushering you off the dance floor to the nearest bathroom.

Once you’re in, he’s on you like rash. Hands grabbing at your dress so much you think he might rip it. He’s tugging your panties down and he doesn’t even notice how pretty the lace fabric is because he’s too focussed on getting inside you.

He yanks you up onto the sink, frantically releases himself from his trousers and pushes his now painfully hard cock into you.

It’s hurried, and messy, and loud. Steve clamps a hand over your mouth and sucks your neck into his mouth to stop his moans escaping. But the slapping sound is deafening……

At that moment, Steve feels his only purpose is to fill your cunt.

“Gonna get you so fucking full of my cum, yeah, you want that baby”

It’s not really a question but you answer anyway, nodding your head against the heat of Steve palm.

“Yeah you do, you take it so good, gonna be such a good mommy for me.”

You clench at the praise and it makes Steve see stars.

“Fuck, just like that, milk me.”

[s111ut]

need that.

[mr-joel-keeny]

LATAM Keery was something else entirely😮‍💨

[moonstoneandmoonlight]

HARD NOT TO FALL | steve harrington

Steve Harrington can't be casual with you anymore.

pairing: steve harrington x reader words: 1.6k contains: (18+ smut!! minors dni) mention of p in v, fingering, oral (female and male receiving), frenemies with benefits to lovers, jealous!steve, steve harrington yearning, female reader, no use of y/n, she/her pronouns for reader.

author's note: request by @scoopstroops0704 | this fic is more of a fluff with smut elements to it, it was also meant to be a blurb but went just over 1.5k words. shock! horror! please enjoy 🧡

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Steve Harrington had a problem. A pretty fucking big problem.

The problem being was that he was ninety five per cent sure that he was in love with you.

The other five per cent was convinced that he just really loved fucking you. That he really loved the way he knew your body like the back of his hand—knew that you loved it when he made out with your pussy like it was the best damn thing he had ever tasted (it was), knew you liked it when he lifted your thighs to rest of his shoulders while he fucked you stupid, knew you loved it when he called you pretty girl while two of his thick fingers were buried deep in your cunt, curling once, twice, just so he could listen to your needy whines. Even the thought of those noises were enough to make his cock thicken beneath his jeans.

So, of course Steve loved fucking you. In fact, he loved it so much that he wasn’t fucking anyone else but you.

He told himself that it was because he didn’t have time for anyone else. He told himself that your lips around his cock just felt right, that you just gave him the best head because you knew he liked it when you got messy with him, coating his dick in your saliva and looking up at him with those fucking bedroom eyes of yours.

But none of that explained why his heart beat a little faster when you were near, why he felt so desperately sad when you didn’t stay the night or why when he saw you talking to Ryan Williams at a party he wanted nothing more than to punch the nearest wall (or Ryan, whichever was more satisfying).

He was being stupid—he knew he was. You were technically not even friends. In fact, when you weren’t fucking each—you two were arguing. Not only that but you and Steve were not together and you were able to talk to any guy you wanted.

But it didn’t mean it didn’t kill him a little inside when you laugh at something Ryan had said while Steve watches from across the room.

Fucking Ryan.

Steve was deep in some sort of twisted daydream of socking Ryan in the face when someone taps his shoulder.

He turned around and was met with a pretty brunette who looked vaguely familiar. Amy something, or maybe it was Amanda, some girl who he had gone to high school with. Some girl who was fluttering her lashes at him and giving him every opportunity to be his distraction for the evening. He briefly considered it, knowing it would have certainly made him feel a little better about you and Ryan.

But he didn’t give in. Because despite the fact you annoyed the fuck out of him, he loved you. He knew it now he had seen you with someone else. He really fucking loved you. And he knew fucking someone else wasn’t going to stop that.

And so, instead of going upstairs with Amy or Amanda or whatever her name was, Steve went home. Trying not to think about you going home with Ryan, trying not to think about Ryan kissing you or fucking you or—

The sound of his phone ringing as he grabs a drink of water pulls him out of his thoughts. He didn’t know how but he knew almost instantly that it was you calling. And so, Steve answers. Because of course he does.

“Hi,” was the first thing he says when he answers the phone, trying to keep his voice casual, normal, like his heart wasn't beating out of his chest already. 

“Where—wherey’d you g-go?”

From the sound of your voice, Steve could instantly tell that you had been crying.

He felt his stomach drop instantly,

“Home,” he says, sitting upright instantly and straining to listen to the sounds of the party around you. But there was none. No music, no drunken yelling, no Ryan—

“Baby, where are you?”

The petname slips out before he could stop it. He only ever used it when he was feeling particularly needy—when you were on top of him, tits bouncing in his face and fucking yourself on his cock. When you would slowly roll your hips just as he was about to cum, making him lose his damn mind. That was the only time he called you baby.

Until now, that was.

“I-I left,” you tell him in a small voice. “I sa-saw you g-go and I—”

“Where?” Steve interjects, already standing up and grabbing his car keys that lay nearby. “Where are you? I’ll come and get you and I—”

“—I th-think I love y-you, Stevie.”

Everything stills. Time itself seems to slow down. Steve feels as though he has forgotten how to breathe. Because you felt the same, you felt the same.

But he couldn’t focus on that right now. Not when you were god knows where, sad and probably alone.

“I—I’m sorry I just—I saw you and Amanda and I—I—it felt like my whole world ended and then you were gone and I thought—”

“Tell me where you are,” Steve demands of you somewhat gently, jaw clenched as the words you had just uttered make him feel things he had been trying to ignore for months. “C’mon baby, I—I just need to see you so tell me where you are and I’ll come and get you.”

You’re quiet for a moment before you tell him you were at some payphone right outside of Melvald's and Steve tells you not to move, tells you to stay exactly where you were.

Steve drives to Melvald's, breaks a few traffic laws on the way that he wasn’t proud of but he makes it to the parking lot outside the store in less than five minutes. 

He spots you almost instantly, sitting on the edge of the sidewalk with your arms wrapped tightly around your legs as if it could protect you from the cold.

Steve practically stumbles out of his car in his haste to get to you.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he murmurs, taking off his jacket without even a second thought and dropping it over your shoulders. “What were you thinking? Walking home alone like this, why didn’t you—”

“—be-because I thought you l-left,” you say quietly, your eyes shining as you look back up at him. “A-and I th-thought you left wi-with Amanda and—”

“—no,” Steve says with a shake of his head, dropping down onto the sidewalk beside you so he could cup your face with one hand to wipe away a stray tear that had fallen. “No, I didn’t go home with her. I-I wouldn’t do that.”

You breath hitches, you try not to think too much about the implication of those words but it was impossible not to do that when he was so close to you.

“Why?” You ask him quietly, barely daring to look away from him for even a second. “Why wouldn’t you—”

“—because I—because I love you too.”

Your eyes widen, lips part and Steve looks momentarily terrified that he’s said something insanely stupid, that perhaps maybe he had misheard you over the phone when you had told him you loved him.

But then you’re leaning in, closing the gap between you and pressing your lips firmly against his.

The kiss was anything but romantic—it was desperate, your fingers running through his hair as his hands roam over your body, grabbing at your thighs, your ass, anywhere he could touch, as though he was trying to map it out. It was the sort of kiss that left your core aching, made you want to pull him into his beamer and let him fuck you until sunrise. 

You weren’t sure how long you made out with Steve Harrington on the sidewalk but you knew it was Steve who was the first to pull away. You let out a noise of protest, something between a whine and a whimper as your eyes flicker down to his lips that were swollen from your kiss and covered in a mix of your spit. 

“Why did you—”

Steve presses his finger against your lips, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Because my girl deserves the best,” he tells you simply, the words making something in your gut squirm, the look in his eyes making your cunt clench around nothing.

You feel one of his hands brush along the bare skin of your leg. The subtle touch starts a fire in your gut, your eyelids flutter as he slowly drags his fingers up to your thigh in a tantalising dance that makes your blood hum with need.

“So let me take you home and then—”, he murmurs, fingers disappearing beneath your skirt and pressing his fingertips firmly against the damp patch that had formed in your panties. The moan that leaves your lips as a result should be embarrassing but you found that you didn’t care all that much when Steve’s fingers were circling your clothed clit, when you could see the thick outline of his cock through his jeans, “—then I’ll take care of you. Give my girl what she needs, yeah?”

You couldn’t do anything but nod your head frantically. Because he had called you his girl, his girl, his girl.

Steve wastes no time before he leans to kiss you again—this kiss much softer, gentler, everything you and Steve had never got the chance to be. He can’t help but smile into the kiss because when it came to you? It was hard not to fall but you had been right there to catch him.

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an appreciation post for joe keery's acting steve's subtle facial expressions

[s111ut]

Heeeyyy, that anon made me want to ask another burning question haha. What do you think Gator’s body count would be? It’s probably a bit harder because there’s not much context in the show so I’m curious what you’ll think. I loooved your analyses for Steve 😘

FANTASTIC question. for me, this was super fun to think ab since it's honestly just a lot of interpretation since not a lot is really known about gators personal life.

okay so we do know that gator has grown up in lehigh, which is a small town in north dakota. its also mentioned in the show that he was an all state quarterback, and i think that really proves how he peaked in high school, considering how he mentions that to roy in an attempt to gain some approval after he had fucked up. that being said, i think its fair to say with him being a star quarterback and an arrogant little shit he probably got a decent amount of play when he was in high school. the school he went to was probably very small considering its already a parasitic town, and correct me if im wrong but i do think a lot of people in the town are in support of roy tillman, whether it be out of fear or genuine admiration. and because of that, i think because of the status his family had, he didnt have a hard time getting what he wants, especially with girls in high school. THAT BEING SAID i could see him having some experience and maybe having a couple of bodies, like 3 ish.

i think after high school and when he becomes a sheriff's deputy, he gets really cocky and definitely abuses his authority to get what he wants. i could totally see him being all flashy with his badge to try to get in some ladies pants, and god damn it,, it fucking WORKS because yes hes an ignorant little shit but hes hot and a lot of ppl around his age probably treat him as a microcelebrity bc of his dad LMAOO. gator is very emotionally stunted, i could see him just having a lot of hookups/booty calls as opposed to genuine relationships. its probably one of the only things that makes him feel like a winner because in his brainwashed misogynistic mind, nothing is more powerful than having a beautiful woman beneath him while he fucks them, he probably thinks sex is one of the good things hes good at. it probably just gives him a sense of control and is a good stress reliever. ALSO this fucker literally has handcuffs on his bed so i think its safe to assume that he has used them before and likes to keep them for show to prove his “manliness”.

AND AND AND i think in ep 9, roy had asked where gator is, and bowman had responded with something a long the lines of him being balls deep somewhere. this lowkey has two meanings like it could easily be interpreted as him actually being busy with doing something, OR its a sexual innuendo. for the sake of this analysis, im going with option number two, considering how roy and a lot of the other sheriffs kinda belittle him because hes deemed as the irresponsible and dumb son of roy. i think it could be reasonable, especially as hes getting older and hes constantly seeking validation in one way or another, that after high school his body count increased by a good amount. i could see him overall having a body count of like 8-11.

LET ME KNOW IF YOU GUYS THINK ITS REASONABLE BC IM TRYING TO BE MINDFUL OF HOW HE DOES CANONICALLY LIVE IN A VERY SMALL TOWN

thank you for coming to my ted talk.

[harringtonsdiary]

Steve lovesss giving open mouthed kisses on your inner thighs. With each kiss he slowlyyyy scoots closer to your center, and slowly opens your legs wider and wider while he pants hot breaths into the wet shine he left on your skin. He loves licking, nipping, and moaning. He loves hooking his arms around them, pressing his fingers into the flesh, kneading it as he spreads you out. And god he can’t help but praise every inch of you. He’s sure if he tried he could make you cum like this… but as much as he loves your thighs… he loves your wet pussy more.

[s111ut]

Heeeyyy, that anon made me want to ask another burning question haha. What do you think Gator’s body count would be? It’s probably a bit harder because there’s not much context in the show so I’m curious what you’ll think. I loooved your analyses for Steve 😘

FANTASTIC question. for me, this was super fun to think ab since it's honestly just a lot of interpretation since not a lot is really known about gators personal life.

okay so we do know that gator has grown up in lehigh, which is a small town in north dakota. its also mentioned in the show that he was an all state quarterback, and i think that really proves how he peaked in high school, considering how he mentions that to roy in an attempt to gain some approval after he had fucked up. that being said, i think its fair to say with him being a star quarterback and an arrogant little shit he probably got a decent amount of play when he was in high school. the school he went to was probably very small considering its already a parasitic town, and correct me if im wrong but i do think a lot of people in the town are in support of roy tillman, whether it be out of fear or genuine admiration. and because of that, i think because of the status his family had, he didnt have a hard time getting what he wants, especially with girls in high school. THAT BEING SAID i could see him having some experience and maybe having a couple of bodies, like 3 ish.

i think after high school and when he becomes a sheriff's deputy, he gets really cocky and definitely abuses his authority to get what he wants. i could totally see him being all flashy with his badge to try to get in some ladies pants, and god damn it,, it fucking WORKS because yes hes an ignorant little shit but hes hot and a lot of ppl around his age probably treat him as a microcelebrity bc of his dad LMAOO. gator is very emotionally stunted, i could see him just having a lot of hookups/booty calls as opposed to genuine relationships. its probably one of the only things that makes him feel like a winner because in his brainwashed misogynistic mind, nothing is more powerful than having a beautiful woman beneath him while he fucks them, he probably thinks sex is one of the good things hes good at. it probably just gives him a sense of control and is a good stress reliever. ALSO this fucker literally has handcuffs on his bed so i think its safe to assume that he has used them before and likes to keep them for show to prove his “manliness”.

AND AND AND i think in ep 9, roy had asked where gator is, and bowman had responded with something a long the lines of him being balls deep somewhere. this lowkey has two meanings like it could easily be interpreted as him actually being busy with doing something, OR its a sexual innuendo. for the sake of this analysis, im going with option number two, considering how roy and a lot of the other sheriffs kinda belittle him because hes deemed as the irresponsible and dumb son of roy. i think it could be reasonable, especially as hes getting older and hes constantly seeking validation in one way or another, that after high school his body count increased by a good amount. i could see him overall having a body count of like 8-11.

LET ME KNOW IF YOU GUYS THINK ITS REASONABLE BC IM TRYING TO BE MINDFUL OF HOW HE DOES CANONICALLY LIVE IN A VERY SMALL TOWN

thank you for coming to my ted talk.

[kassy-djomunson]

fuck you and your big brown eyes and your pink pouty lips and and and

[s111ut]

I HATE HIM

(I wanna fuck him)

[kassy-djomunson]

fuck you and your big brown eyes and your pink pouty lips and and and

[djohours]

say yes to heaven masterlist

dilf!steve harrington x fem!oc

chloe’s had a crush on her best friends dad since she met him. but things get interesting when the harrington’s open their home to her and steve’s in need of a secretary…

cw: 18+, minors dni, age gap, cheating, slow burn

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[eddiessweetgirl]

okay so big dick harrington is confirmed—but what about steve fucking you to the point where you’re physically unable to speak?

steve pressing you over the counter, fucking you nice and slow to the point where your breath hitches, eyes rolled back into your head as your back arches off of his chest and you weakly claw into the countertop—his arm around your neck—anything in reach

steve fucking you into his bed, your breath hitches and catches in your throat as you forget to breathe for a moment—he just feels so big, and you feel so good—so tight and pliant underneath him as he pins your hips to his bed, your back arching off of the mattress as the whites of your eyes are visible, drooling into his pillow—a sudden, loud moan being punched out from your throat as steve suddenly gets a little meaner and gives you a rough thrust

steve making you cum around his cock and squirt all over his messed-up bedsheets as he presses your face into his pillow, just barely muffling your loud moans and whines as stars and white cloud your vision, drool seeping into the fabric below, his bare chest pressing against your back

it takes maybe a solid hour for you to recover afterwards—too dazed and blissed out to even form a single coherent sentence as steve holds and caresses you in his arms, your body twitching as you let out soft whines, steve kissing your forehead—the crown of your head, murmuring how you did so good for him—you’re so good, taking everything he gave you

(someone make a fic like this + tag me i BEG)

[keer-y]

Antagonizing

pairing: steve harrington/gator tillman/f!reader wc: 1700 tags: threesome (mmf), established relationship, MDNI//SMUT: snowballing, hand jobs, come eating, mentions of a blowjob a/n: from @lofi-fics's prompt - here. fill #8 for my 1000 follower special🩵 &&

“If we’re playin’ Fortnite, I don’t want the Switch,” Gator said.

Your ears perked up, because you were currently standing next to the entertainment center, with your hand on the Switch, about to sit down to play.

“Well, I don’t want the Switch either,” Steve said. “The controllers are too small.”

“Yeah, ‘nd we got the same size fuckin’ hands,” Gator replied. “I’m takin’ the computer.”

“Like hell you are, man,” Steve said, and you sighed. Because they always fought like this, and then within the hour were kissing and making up (literally, sometimes).

You did pick up the Switch though, because you knew if Gator was relegated to the console, he’d immediately give in and let you keep it, because he had wrapped himself around your little finger willingly and, you’d even go so far as to say, enthusiastically.

“Then we’ll switch off after each match,” Gator said, and you heard him stomping from the spare room to the den. (Steve also had Gator wrapped around his little finger, though both were much less wont to admit it.)

And there you stood, Switch in your hands, smiling weakly as Gator rounded the corner.

“Aw, come on, man,” he said, then turned around. “Harrington, Fortnite’s off, you better let me on that ‘puter so I can do my fantasy football instead.”

“Huh?” you heard Steve call, smirking to yourself. Your home wasn’t that big一he’d absolutely heard what Gator said.

“I said you better let me on that fuckin’一”

“Sorry,” Steve called back, “I had Fortnite too loud in my headphones. What?”

“Man, fuck both’a y’all,” Gator said, huffing, then stomping into the living room to flop down onto the couch, dislodging the snapback he’d been wearing backwards. It fell over his face and stayed there. Gator grumbled.

“I’ll go get him,” you said, stepping over to Gator, plucking the hat off of his face and leaning in to kiss him, tender and sweet, your lips catching one another’s before you pulled away just enough to meet his eyes. “We’ll all have some playtime together, ok?”

Gator’s eyes shone for a moment, until he realized you were still holding the Switch. But he didn’t say anything, in case you meant the adult version of playtime. He didn’t want to fuck up his chances.

He just fiddled with his hat in his lap until he heard Steve yelp一you’d probably done your patented move of yanking off the communal headphones that you all shared for computer games, and then after another few minutes, you were marching back into the den with Steve, Switch in one hand, Steve’s wrist in the other. You nestled your second boyfriend down onto the couch beside the first, placed the Switch back in its dock, grabbed the Joycons, and then took your spot beside Gator (which appeased him).

“If you two can’t get along, we’re going to sit here until you do.” You navigated over to the game you wanted to play: Tiny Bookshop.

Gator groaned and Steve exhaled heavily一he was more open to cozy games, but Gator absolutely hated them. You glanced over.

“Hold hands,” you said. Gator didn’t move, his arms firmly crossed over his chest, while Steve sat with his hands on his thighs. You loaded your save, then looked over again. “You heard me.”

“We weren’t even fighting,” Steve said.

“You were antagonizing each other,” you replied, eyes back on the TV. You checked the in-game newspaper, chose a location, then went about filling the shelves in your trailer to sell books to the locals.

Beside you, Gator turned to Steve. Steve returned the scowl. Then一to his surprise (not yours, because you were very much not looking), Gator uncrossed his arms and laid his hand onto Steve’s atop his leg. For a moment, Steve genuinely thought Gator was listening to you一he made to turn his hand over, willing to hold Gator’s hand if it got them back into your good graces一but no. The moment Steve’s hand twitched, Gator’s slid up his leg further, fingertips trailing along his inner thigh, until he was cupping Steve through his jeans and Steve looked over at him, a little shocked. It wasn’t that Gator never usually initiated, it was just一he usually waited until all three of you were ready to go. You currently had your back to them, intently focused on bookselling.

“What are you doing?” Steve whispered.

Gator answered, his voice just as quiet. “Girly thinks we’re antagonizin’ each other when we ain’t. Let’s antagonize her fer once.”

Steve scoffed, almost a laugh but not quite, and then realized一oh, no, Gator was serious. 

“Shouldn’t we一”

“Hush up, Harrington,” Gator said, shifting himself a little on the couch. You didn’t even acknowledge it, because a patron in your bookshop had just asked for a recommendation and you were perusing the titles you still had available.

And then, behind your back, Gator leaned in to kiss Steve, his hand still working over him roughly through the denim. Steve reacted一he always did一his hips bucking into Gator’s hand, the couch moving beneath the three of you.

“If you two are fighting back there,” you said, “I’m turning this off and we’re all gonna play Blue Prince. I know how much you love that game.” They hated it with the fire of a thousand burning suns.

“We ain’t fightin’,” Gator said, breaking the kiss before diving right back in, and Steve hurriedly moved his hands to his waist, unbuttoning his jeans and lifting his hips up, pushing them down so Gator could slide his hand right into Steve’s briefs.

“Definitely一not fighting,” Steve added. Your head cocked to the side, and you started to turn, but just as you did, another customer in the game asked you for a recommendation, and so that captured your attention for another minute or two.

Your boyfriends’ lips met again, and this time, when Steve grunted quietly because Gator took his cock out to stroke, you paused your game and whirled around to scold them.

Except you couldn’t find the words. Because they didn’t need to be scolded.

“Wh…” you started to say, the words fading to nothing as you took in the sight before you. Gator’s broad back was toward you, but you could see the muscles flexing as his arm moved, ostensibly jerking Steve off on the couch as they kissed. Inches from you, and they’d been so quiet and stealthy you had no idea that they were fooling around with you right there.

“See?” Gator said, breaking away from Steve to speak, though not turning to face you. “Weren’t fightin’.”

“Well, let me see what you are doing then,” you said, turning to sit the other way on the couch, facing them now, and you saw Gator shake his head, mutter something to Steve that made them both chuckle (Steve’s a bit breathier, admittedly), and then Gator stood up and moved to Steve’s other side.

“Just gettin’ him nice’n ready for us,” Gator said, his hand back on Steve’s length, pulling gently at his cock, mouth on the corner of his lips. “Figure once ya have a great day makin’ money”一he glanced at the game screen一“sellin’ some books at the Lighthouse, ya might wanna relax with yer boyfriends.”

“I’m”一you looked back at the TV screen too一“almost done.”

“Well, peachy,” Gator said. “We’ll be here waitin' for ya.”

And as you watched, reaching absently for the Switch controllers, Gator bowed his back and let his tongue drag over the head of Steve’s cock, teasing the slit.

You turned back to the TV, resuming your game, fumbling most of the customer requests because now that you were listening for it, you heard the sloppy, wet sounds of Gator sucking Steve off, of Steve’s mumbles and moans一and they were all your name, you noticed一and once the day concluded, you practically tossed the controller onto the coffee table and crawled over the couch to get to your boys. Pulling Gator up by the chin, your wrist brushing the underside of Steve’s length, you moved all three of your faces together for a kiss, first licking into Gator’s mouth, then Steve’s, and then all three of you were moving together, your hand on top of Gator’s as you slid them over Steve’s cock, both touching him at the same time. His chest kicked as you let your hand slip off of Gator’s, now moving over him in tandem, opposite the other, rubbing at him until he was gasping against your lips, turning to press his nose into Gator’s cheek, his body roiling at the attention he was getting from you and Gator一until finally, his hips kicked up once, twice, three times.

You felt his hot release on the back of your hand, smeared over his velvety cock by your fingers, as Gator withdrew his hand to lift it to Steve’s mouth.

“Made a mess,” Gator said, angling his come-covered fingers toward Steve’s lips. “Clean it up, ya sloppy motherfucker.”

Steve’s tongue moved over Gator digits, licking between them, gathering his own spend and collecting it on his tongue. Gator pulled his hand away, and Steve leaned back, but you raised your arm, proffering your hand to Steve too.

“Wait,” you said, and before Steve could swallow what was already in his mouth, you had him licking his come off of your hand too, gathering it all up onto his tongue, and you moved your free hand to hold his jaw, keeping his mouth open. You looked at Gator, then flicked your eyes at Steve. “Go on.”

Gator’s lips curled for a brief moment, but then he leaned in, kissing Steve deeply, their tongues moving against one another’s, and Gator lapped up the come from Steve’s tongue, holding it on his own. He showed you, smug, before leaning forward to kiss you right in front of Steve, passing Steve’s spunk to you. You moaned a little at the taste of him, of Gator too, and swallowed it down before Gator nosed in to you again, licking into your mouth, and then tipped you both toward Steve, letting him join in the kiss too. Your hand wandered down Steve’s front again, then moved to Gator’s. You tugged at the hem of his shirt upward while the three of you made out, games forgotten一you’d fully succumbed to their antagonizing.

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