#bottom steve

[topbuckyandbottomsteve]

on the bank of Potomac

[harringroveera]

Answer the question Steve!

Billy’s version

[eros-telesse]

Jonathan : Hey Steve, I think we need to be a little quieter.

Steve : Why? We have the house to ourselves.

Jonathan : Your neighbors came and knocked on the door and said "Hey Jon, could you guys possibly keep the noise down?"

Steve : Did they tell you why?

Jonathan : They didn't have to.

Steve : ?

Jonathan : I never told them my name before.

Steve : O- Oh.

[aeon-of-neon]

Big dick bottom!Steve Harrington is so special to me.

Just imagine it bobbing back and forth between his legs with each thrust as he's absolutely getting railed from behind by Billy, who can't stop talking about how how tight Steve is, how good he's taking it, what a pretty, pretty boy he is, while holding his arms locked behind his back, one big hand wrapped tightly around Steve's wrists and the other on his hip holding him in place while he fucks him, Steve's big dick remaining untouched and useless as he goes crossed-eyed, moaning with the need to cum and begging Billy to go harder.

The kink just writes itself! 😚👌💕

[endeacent]

Isn't he pretty under that blue light?

(uncropped version on my twt)

[symphony-klane]

I'm soooo happy that stonathan is becoming more popular, BUT! Don't fall for the propaganda. Steve Harrington he's a fucking bottom! I will die on these hills. Please stop making a top 😭😭😭

[stevesjockstrap]

Tangled Up

For @stmonstercalendar and heavily inspired by this post

Steddie • rated E • read on ao3 comments make writing happen bbs • sort of Elf Eddie, porn with not a lot of plot, monsterfucker Steve, shape shifting as flirting, autoerotic asphyxiation :)

He wouldn't have been able to explain how it had happened; a bit too buzzed and horny while trying to untangle his Christmas lights, maybe.

Steve had flung a loop of lights over his head to work on the infuriating ball, then when he'd gotten frustrated and yanked another loop, the string tightened perfectly across his throat.

His dick had taken over at that point.

Finding himself flat on the floor in front of his undecorated tree, pulling on the wires around his neck and his throbbing cock, a low voice startled him. "Well well well, what do we have here?"

Frozen, he could only stare at the figure perched in his recliner.

"Don't stop on my account, I'm enjoying the show."

Steve blinked. "What? Who?" There were several other questions he'd like to ask, but those were the most important, and easiest to say at the moment.

The stranger's eyes lingered over his face, down to his neck and a pink tongue came to wet his bottom lip as his gaze dropped further to Steve's hand still around his dick.

"That's really what you want to talk about, right now?"

Steve's hand slid up his length, his other hand leaving the lights. He smirked as the stranger let out a small disappointed noise.

"Okay, alright. I get it." He got to his feet quickly, albeit begrudging. Clearing his throat, and putting an air of importance in his voice, he continued, "Greetings mortal, I am Edwifkin, spirit of Christmas." He gave a bow and a flourish of his hand.

Steve stared.

"I was summoned here as there was a wealth of, ahem, Yuletide cheer. This," he gave a wave of his hand, encompassing Steve still sprawled on the floor, "however, is a new one for me."

"Me too," he offered.

The stranger hummed, returning to perch on the chair, face in his open palm, at rapt attention.

Steve felt his cheeks heat, a little late, and tried to remember the man's speech. "Tell me your name, again?"

He smirked. "Edwifkin, but you can call me Eddie. Any of my other names would make your little human brain explode."

Steve gulped. "So, you're not?" There was a beat where they stared at each other. "Not, um, human?"

Eddie chuckled, "No, sweetheart, I'm not. But that's fine, right? This, uh," he gestured down at himself, "visage is what you wanted me to appear as. Well, with my own style added in."

That made even less sense to Steve, but he could agree the look worked for him. Big dark eyes with long lashes, long dark curly hair. Black jeans and a dark red and green flannel button down, but the tears across the denim and the rolled up sleeves showed off swoops of ink across his pale skin.

"Yeah," Steve breathed. So he had a type, sue him. Speaking of, "Um, Eddie? If you're not human, does that mean, well, can you still …?"

Unable to find the words, he instead gripped himself, staring pointedly at where Eddie's legs were spread in his tight jeans.

"Naughty boy," Eddie teased. "I assure you, I can do anything you'd like, with whatever necessary appendages as you'd like."

Steve screamed as he came for the second time, Eddie pulling just right on the lights around his throat from behind as he used them as a rein to fuck him back onto his cock.

Steve panted, untangling himself with a groan from both the lights and the body around him. "I need some water, but then you're going to show me what else you can do."

"Merry Christmas, indeed," Eddie laughed.

[superman-creampieing-batman]

Nodding sagely at the "favorites are the bottoms". And it just so happens most of them are black cat, probably (or canonically) committed a crime type of characters and has at least one golden retriever friend-ish character to ship them with. And then there's Steve and Kirishima (mha), the exceptions lol

So true anon 🙂‍↕️

There's something about all these traumatized girlypops cunty depressed pathetic men who needs a good pounding and so much love that calls out to me spiritually.

95% of my ships are just golden retriever top x black cat bottom in very different fonts. Except stony as you know.

I'm very true to what I like lmao, and I'm a creature of habit.

And another thing about me is that my bottoms are the most princessy adorable amazing precious people ever and my tops are just some random men who get the blessed opportunity to worship the ground my bottoms walk on lmao (jk...I think)