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steve ‘big dick’ harrington officially canon
thank u robin
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neighbor!dilf!steve.. oh my beloved perv. he’s been single for a years. a few hookups here and there but nothing longterm— the little girl sleeping upstairs with a stuffed rabbit didn’t help. though steve didn’t care.
but that seemed to change when you moved in next door. steve wouldn’t exactly consider himself a perv— he’s no jonathan byers circa 1983.. but you could change that about him. your bedroom was across from his.
the frilly lace blinds did little to conceal you from his ever peering eyes. he wanted to be a gentleman— he was a father fucks sakes.. if he caught your figure only cladded in a towel or just a shirt and panties; it was simply out of his control.
he started hanging out in the garage or the front yard. taking extra care of the once dead weeds. sweating and removing his shirt when he knew you were outside. he could practically feel your eyes on him— he loved it. it was a little game of push and pull— will you won’t you.
the dynamic only changed more when he came over one night. knocking on your door with a hurried and embarrassed expression.
“listen, i know this is really short notice— and you probably have better things to do. but i have a family emergency. these kids— dustin, you’ve seen dustin. curly hair, about this tall, and a little shit? anyway.. i really need to go but i couldn’t get a babysitter—.”
you stared at him with wide eyes as words started to spew from his lips before you barely got the door open. “steve, slow down.” you chuckled, wiping just a bit of spit from your cheek.
he grimaced, swallowing thickly.
“i can watch juno.” you confirmed, shrugging your shoulders.
steve smiled, letting out a breath of relief. “however,” you cut in quickly, “you owe me.”
steve couldn’t wait to pay his debt.
vol 1 got me inspired i feel refreshed i need to make a comeback someone pls send me asks !!
steve who loves getting his girls nails done. he likes to be there through the whole process. watching from the side of the salon, crossing his legs at his ankles. just watching you, trying to hide his boner. he loves when they’re his favorite color— preferably red. and all he can think about is seeing your freshly manicured hands wrapped around his cock.
hiii when you have time can you write for sub!gator and hes like whimpering how he’s a winner?? I love ur writing and I hope this made sense!! 💕
GAHHHH i love this and i love u <3
you’ve got him standing in front of the mirror, chest rising fast, fists clenched at his sides like he’s trying not to touch you—like he’s barely holding it together.
you’re on your knees between his legs, head tilted back, tongue out.
he twitches when you breathe over the head of his cock. it’s plum flushed, wet at the tip already—he’s dripping. you haven’t even done anything yet.
you don’t touch him. not yet.
just let a string of spit drip from your tongue to the tip. watch him shake when it lands. watch his hips buck forward just an inch like he couldn’t help it, like gravity pulled him into you.
“mm-mm.” you tap his thigh lightly. “not yet.”
he whines.
you flatten your tongue and lick a slow stripe up the underside of his cock. then kiss the tip—sweet, like he’s good. like he’s earned it.
he moans. breathy and shaky. his cock jerks in the air, twitching again when you spit directly on it this time—hot and slick, dripping down over the head, down the shaft.
you smile, finally pushing your tits together. “okay, baby. now you can fuck ‘em.”
he stumbles forward a half step, like his knees are already weak. like he’s been waiting for you to say those exact words all week.
you guide him in slow, let the tip of his cock catch between your tits, already slick with your spit. he groans, hands flying to the dresser behind you, steadying himself like he’s in too deep already.
“fuck—fuck—”
he starts thrusting, slow and shivery. your mouth is still open just above his cock, and when he pushes in deep enough, the swollen tip brushes your lips. you flick your tongue over it, quick and mean.
he gasps.
you do it again, softer this time. just a tease.
“shit—mama, fuck, i can’t—”
“you can,” you coo, voice thick with amusement. “you’re a winner, remember?”
he whimpers.
“say it,” you tell him, sliding your hands up the backs of his thighs to keep him still. “say what i heard you mutterin’ to yourself earlier. go on.”
he doesn’t answer.
you glance up, catch his eyes flicking down—trying to look at your tits, your mouth, the mess he’s making of you. not the mirror.
you slap the side of his thigh. “eyes up.”
he flinches. then obeys.
“again,” you whisper. “say it while you watch yourself.”
his voice cracks. “i’m… a w-winner.”
you tighten your arms around your tits, pushing them closer. slick and hot and tight around his cock, the tip dragging between them with every thrust, leaving your chest glistening.
“that’s right,” you breathe. “say it again, lizard. louder.”
he moans—deep, wrecked, desperate. “i’m a winner. i’m a winner, fuck—fuck—i’m gonna—”
“yeah, you are,” you purr. “you’re my winner. now make a mess of me and don’t you fuckin’ dare look away.”
he doesn’t. he can’t. his eyes are locked on the mirror, watching himself fall apart, watching the way your tits bounce with each frantic thrust, flinching at the way your tongue licks at the very tip of his cock right as he starts to cum.
he moans—loud, high, helpless—and spills between your tits, onto your chest, your chin, your lips. still trying to say it, the words breaking apart in his throat—
“i’m… i’m a—fuck—i’m a winner—baby, i—”
you smile. lick the taste of him from the corner of your mouth.
“you sure are, lizard.”
he is sick in the head.
joe keery-isms
firm believer that every joe keery character calls you honey.
thinking about baron so hard rn. he’s just so cute & awkward & he’s the type to try & please you wants to make you feel good. but he’s just so whiny so polite, nervous! calls you m’am, says thank you everytime you bounce on him. he’s too nervous to touch you, so you have to grab his hands and place them in your hips. and after that.. he doesn’t let go of you once. his nails are practically digging into your skin. he wants to belong so good for you, he’s worried that he won’t make you cum— cause he’s already came in the first like seven minutes but he’s too cute so it didn’t even matter. you just continue to ride him through it, milking him for all he’s worth until he’s shaking, on the verge of tears cause he had never felt anything like this. when he’s finally done, panting on the floor, he looks up at you. “th—thank you, s-so much.” he sniffled, his stomach quivering.
steve would prolly love shotgunning fuck
would love to hear your thoughts on perv!steve if you have any!
★ | perv!steve is my favorite steve he’s just so weird & icky & awkward he just doesn’t know what to do w himself i lov him so much he’s so weirdddddd also i fear when i get really excited about something i forget how to write things that make sense i dunno.. maybe i made him too weird.. or not weird enough >_<
꩜ | perv!steve who for sure has some type of foot fetish. there was another fic i saw where they talked about this (i think it was petalborn) but once i saw that.. my life was changed for the worse!! he loves to pamper you— especially your legs & feet, he’s just weird!! he loves to paint your toes, pressing a kiss to each toes knuckle. he always paints them his favorite color. loves having you wear frilly socks. stevie loves when the lace snags against his tip as he fucks your feet. a total fucking depraved mess.
perv!steve who would definitely have a thing for somno. he gets off on the thought of you just using him. being so needy for him that you can’t even wait for him to wake up and properly fuck you. he wants to wake up in the middle of the night and just feel you riding him or something.
perv!steve who loves seeing your tummy bulge!!! i’ve said it multiple times & i will die on this fucking hill i do not care. steve knows his dick is big. he remembers how other girls couldn’t handle his full length, they couldn’t compare to you. it wasnt even fair to try and compare. cause you.. fuck, you took him all the way. you had practically sucked him in and steve swore he had died and this was heaven. feeling you all around him, tight and sweet just for him. and it only got better as he fully bottomed out. seeing your tummy bulge from his tip. he was so deep. maybe almost too deep. but you were letting him and he was on the verge of tears of how good you felt. after that moment, steve made it his mission to see your tummy stuffed full of him every single time.
perv!steve who felt the need to apologize to jonathan again years after he broke his camera for taking pics of nancy cause.. steve got it. was it wrong, yes. but he understood. when he saw you, just unaware, in your own element. steve decided right then and there he needed jonathan to teach him how to use a camera cause he was sure he found his own muse.
perv!steve who acts so fucking weird around you once he realizes how he feels about you. how obsessed he is with you. he gets all flushed, & stutters over his words. the poor boy gets boners out of nowhere & is nearly making his lip bleed from how hard he is biting down on it.
perv!steve who goes down on you for hours. he lives for the time he spends between your legs. making you moan his name— making pride hit his chest like a fucking bullet. knowing he, him, steve harrington was making this girl, his girl feel this good. eating you out is enough for him to cum in his pants. making you squirt, drinking up every drop of your essence, not letting any of it go to waste.
perv!steve who would be down for anal.. maybe pegging. still iffy on that one but he would literally do anything you asked.
perv!steve who’s biggest turn on his breeding you. that’s all.
perv!steve who gets turned on by you potentially catching him jerking off to your picture. calling him out for how gross he is. how much of a pervert he is. calling him names, pulling his hair— just letting him have it & letting him finally, finally touch you like you’re his.
perv!steve who nearly cums in his jeans from you calling him yours. all he wants is to belong to you. be your toy. be your boy.
perv!steve who steals your underwear. sniffs them and uses them to jerk off. yk.. casual perverted stuff
★ | there’s prolly more, prolly way more but i cannot think anymore. steve is turning my brain to mush i gotta go..
modern camboy steve who only lets his girl touch him in videos & livestreams. he has the biggest heart eyes as he looks up at you or in the camera. he’s all flushed, lips bitten red and shining with spit, his tummy is quivering as he lets you edge him— making him all loopy. he whimpers & begs you to let him cum. he’s sitting on the edge of the bed. a perfect view for the camera directly in front of him. your kneeling behind him on the bed, arms around his waist, and one teasing his shaft. just tracing your finger down the prominent vein on the underside. and steve is losing it. his hips begin to buck, he’s seconds away from drooling and going cross eyed. his face is stuffed in your neck. “please, baby. i-i’ve been good— been s’good for you. wanna cum for you. i’ll do anything. please, honey.” he whines, his fists clenched around the sheets. all while people pay to watch you practically torture him— that’s what turns him on the most.
requests r open if anyone wants to send me asks :))
thinking heavily about season 3 steve right after the battle at starcourt. dragging you inside his house after the russians drug wore off of you both. sitting steve on his counter, cleaning up any blood and cuts that the ambulance didn’t clean in the heap of people that needed to be checked. steve couldn’t help but lean down into a kiss. claiming that he just needed to feel you. taste you. he almost lost himself in there. almost lost you. as the two of you made it to his bedroom, lips connected, ignoring the taste of sweat, blood and tears.. steve laid you two on his bed. touching you like you could break but deep enough to let you know he was still there. “jus’ need this. need my girl. need t’know you’re still here.” he would whisper hovering above you. wrapping himself around you, full body weight against you. but you didn’t care. after everything that happened, you relished in his weight. savoring how he felt inside you
thinking of having to beg steve to put it in all the way because he’s so big…i’m rlly thinking of anything about him being so…big 😭
★ | OH MY GOD PLEASE YES!!!!! big dick steve how i love u sooooooooo >_<
꩜ | steve’s back is pressed against the headboard, his family video vest still on. he was so desperate for you he could barely take the time to even change out of his clothes— he couldn’t even get his pants off all the way. the denim just sat bunched up around his thick thighs.
he’s nervous. and it shows as he looks up at you with his brown eyes all blown out. if you looked close, you could practically see the lust swirling around in his irises. it wasn’t the first time you two have had sex. not by a long shot. and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. but steve has never let you take his full length. too scared that he might hurt you— though he’s almost positive, at least now, at this very moment— you would probably like that.
“b-baby, just.. just— c’mon.” he strained out. the desperation was dripping from his words. “it’s too big. y-you’re not.. i can’t. fuck, honey.”
you were on top of him. eyes looking down at him with shared desperation. a shared understanding that you both needed this. needed to feel him as deep as possible. every inch, every vein— just needed to feel him as close as possible.
one of your hands were gripping his shoulder, the other holding the base of his cock. his squeezing your hips so hard the indents of his nails will be there for days. he was controlling the pace of your hips. making sure you didn’t go all the way down. but just enough where it felt like he was teasing the both of you.
“need it, stevie. need you so bad. please, please just give it to me. i-i can take it, baby.” you shuddered. a ramble of pleas leaving past your lips at rate you didn’t even know was possible.
“god. you can’t fucking talk like that while taking my dick.” steve muttered. his neck was flushed, the vein on the side looking so delicious. each mole, each freckle was a call for you to kiss. “you need it that bad, honey? tell me again. i need’a hear you.”
you could barely contain yourself. the way he was looking up at you. glossy eyes, pink lips parted and slick with spit from the kisses as you both walked through the door. with every stroke you willed yourself to take him deeper. deeper than the last.
“need it. please gimme it, stevie. i can take it. wanna feel you in here.” you whispered, eyebrows scrunched with an unbridled amount of need.
what made steve lose it. what made steve finally give you what you had been begging for was when you lifted one of his hands as you spoke, and placed it on your stomach.
steve was sure he could cum right then and there.
it was unbelievable. the sight of you made his chest ache, and his thighs shake. “you need me that deep? all in your tummy?” he asked, before flipping you over so he was on top.
“what my girl wants.. my girl gets.”