#stalker!steve

[urhoneycombwitch]

mkay how do we feel about a little bit stalkery Steve. secret guard dog Steve. like he already has you but can’t help to want more. maybe also in a he-eats-your-stray-eyelashes way. freak type shit 🤗💗😁

[dearramiel]

𝐓𝐚𝐠, 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐈𝐭 | 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧

✧ - fluff in the beginning of the story, will eventually get dark, undertones of off setting steve, he's kinda stalking her in the beginning, anxiety/paranoia, steve is 28, reader is at least 21, yes I want to be steve's housewife(a lot of those undertones are present throughout the story so steve has a housewife kink), we listen to stevie nicks and honestly it was by pure coincidence, domestic vibes,

You look beautiful..

In that cute little dress, you'd make the prettiest housewife in town, if you'd just let him in. But all he can do is look, as you walk down the driveway of your house, a little empty basket on your arm. He figures that you're running Saturday morning errands. He shuts the blinds of his window, quickly running out of his own house.

"Y/n!" His voice calls out to you, you whip your head around and spot Steve Harrington jogging towards you, car keys in hand. The rattling of his keys come to an end when he catches up to you.

"Steve, Good morning!" You greet, your voice melting his insides.

"Morning, Sweetheart." He says, trying to ease his nerves when he notices the visible reddening on your face, or the way your smile gets bigger.

"Heading out to the markets?" Steve asks, to which you nod.

"I need to pick some stuff up for dinner today." You reply.

"In that little thing?" He motions to the basket.

"Well I'm only making something for myself, my mom and dad are out on vacation.." You giggle, "Unless, you want to join me?"

The older male is a little shocked, is that even a question?

"I don't wanna bother, but I also wouldn't want a little lady like you to be all alone." He grins. "How about I drive you there?"

The next two hours were spent with you trying to politely decline Steve paying for your groceries. You couldn't deny what it made you feel. You felt like you and him were together, walking around the market places as you picked fresh vegetables and canned goods, shoulders bumping by accident, accidentally brushing your fingers against his, even eying a dress.

All which Steve noticed, encouraging you to try them on in a makeshift dressing room that looked to be an extra storage room, mirrors in place where you could twirl in the dress. After deciding on a couple, you step out, showing Steve who was sat on a chair.

"What do we think?" You say, "it's a little long but maybe I'll grow into it." You joke. Steve doesn't speak for a solid second or two, his heart is racing because you look gorgeous.

"I think you look amazing. You should definitely get it." He smiled, looking at how it hugged your upper body, hoping one day he would see underneath.

"There's another, but I'll save it for later." You say, twirling another time to really show him everything. And again, he's nearly speechless.

"I'll be back." You say, going into the room to change back into your own dress. Carefully untying the little bow, blushing when you remember Steve's face.

Once out, you see Steve with the old lady, the owner of the shop. He's smiling to her as he gently pushes her hands full of change back to her, where she then bows her head to him, smiling ever so gratefully. The act is enough to make your pulse pick up, she hands him a bag big enough to fit the articles of clothing on your arm.

Steve noticed you close the door of the dressing room. "Here." He opens the bag, to which you then put everything in.

"You didn't have to, you know ..pay for it.." you say, feeling bad that he's practically been spoiling you all day. You weren't fortunate to have the money he did, and you definitely didn't want to make it look like you were trying to take advantage of his generosity. Most of what you did have was hard earned money coming from your parents, the house you lived in from your grandparents. It's why you pushed them to take a vacation for themselves.

"Don't worry your pretty little head about it, besides, I think that little dinner will make up for it." He suggests, a sweet smile on his face. You return it.

"Well, thank you for doing this." You play with your fingers, forgetting that he's holding everything. And he doesn't mind because it plays more into his fantasy.

"It's really not a problem."

It's 12 p.m by the time you get back home, Steve has walked you to your front steps, promising to stop by at 6:30 for dinner with you. The thought has you excited, almost throwing yourself into the shower before remembering that you already had, prior to stepping out.

After the excitement settles down, you realize that an unsettling feeling begins to wash over you. Being alone in a big house comes with perks like those, paranoia.

It leaves you feeling unnerved, and it's hard to shake off. It's not the first time you've felt this way, but it's also never been so intense.

You figure that the only way to ease the tension that begins to weigh down on your shoulders is by putting a vinyl into its player. A sense of relief comes down as Stevie Nicks plays throughout the living room, spilling into the kitchen. It helps just enough that you're able to focus on what you want to make, especially now that you want to impress Steve.

You settle on spaghetti and meatballs, after that, a pie to go as dessert.

1:00 p.m. becomes 2 p.m., which becomes 3 p.m., 4 p.m, and then 5:30 p.m, cleaning, cooking, and baking had you distracted, you wash your hands before quickly rushing upstairs to your room, bag in hand, the dresses Steve had bought you now on your bed. You figured that wearing the one he hadn't seen you in would be perfect.

You weren't sure why you were trying to impress Steve, maybe it was the growing crush you had on him, whatever it was, it began to make you feel a little insecure. Trying to live up to his standards, he was known to have any woman wanted, and they were usually really pretty.

You shake away your nagging and negative thoughts, choosing to put on very light makeup, a little bit of eyeliner, lipstick, blush, and eyeshadow, going for a natural look.

You slip out of your dress, embarrassed as you think about also changing your undergarments. It's not like Steve would see you in your underwear anyway.

But.. just in case...

You pick out a matching white lace bra and panties set, then slipping the dress on. You button up the dress, until you reach the last two buttons, leaving a very visible sight for your cleavage. Your chest on display, collarbone showing. Your hair is simple, a low messy bun with some loose hair scattered everywhere aside from your face. By the time your done, it's barely 6:15 p.m, giving you 15 minutes to yourself. With those spared minutes, you slip into your black flats, hanging the other dress in your closet, walking to the kitchen, serving two plates of food, two cups of water, and taking the pie out of the oven, setting it on the counter for it to cool off.

Setting the plates and cups on the table, you're finally done.

Then the ring of the doorbell has your heart jumping out of your chest. You smile and pat down your dress, quickly rushing to the door, opening it swiftly, face heating up when you see him.

Steve Harrington in a suit, holding roses in one hand, the other in his pocket, and you can tell that he's nervous.

He's not moving, stuck in a trance as he looks at the dress you're wearing, down to your legs, before looking back up to your face. An innocent smile on your pink lips, Steve finally moves.

"Hey Sweetheart."

[ameliora-j]

hey baby!!! okay so i love this twisted tuesday idea you have!! Ive never sent in something like this i hope im doing this right, but can we have a little smutty stalker!steve blurb 👀👀👀

hi angel!! you did it right,, but for next time add a scenario :)) i goctchuu tho i love stalker!steve

𐐪𐑂 it’s twisted tuesday ! send in ur dark au requests :>

content: nsfw, masturbation (f!receiving), cumplay, degradation, stalker!steve, ALL ACTS ARE PERFORMED BETWEEN CONSENTING ADULTS! THIS POST IS 18+ MDNI!

𐐪𐑂 𐐪𐑂 𐐪𐑂

you know how bad i want you… steve’s voice rang in your head as you read his handwritten letter to you. it was covered in a weird, slimy, sticky substance. you were straddling your pillow, rutting your hips against it in the sweatshirt steve had given you earlier. he’d come out of nowhere, truly.

you were standing in the bleachers with your friends, shivering violently, teeth chattering loudly. you’d worn a skirt and a small crop top and were regretting it now in the brisk november. the wind was whipping hard, frost biting at you cheeks when suddenly… steve appeared.

“christ, yln, ya look like ya freezin your ass off” he tsked softly. “why didn’t ya cover up petal?” he frowned.

“d-didn’t… didn’t think it’d be s-so… c-c-cold” you stammered, teeth still clanking together loudly, causing the sensation of vibrations to flow through your jaw.

steve frowned deeply, you looked like you were close to tears—and if there was one thing steve hated, it was seeing his pretty princess cry. “here, sweet thing” he murmured, shuffling the sweatshirt he wore under his jean jacket off of his body and over your head.

“thank you, stevie” you’d murmured, smiling as you leaned into him for more warmth… you wear those slutty little skirts for me. you know i can see your little ass cheeks peeking out of them. and you know how much it turns me on, slut…

you gasped as you continued to read the letter, gyrating your hips against the curve of the pillow. you pushed the hoodie flush up to your nose, causing butterflies to swim in your tummy and your heart so skip a beat. you looked at the clock, then at your window. steve would be there any minute. you knew where her hid, but he was unaware you knew. in truth, you enjoyed his attention. having your own personal little pervert.

you saw the trees rustle and smiled as steve appeared in the window. this is where the real show began... i see you every night, grinding on your little pink pillows, whimpering and whining like the pathetic slut you are…

you stuttered over your next breath, reaching climax quicker than you had anticipated. your hips developed a mind of their own, chasing your orgasm clumsily with no rhythm… i want you to do me a favor when you cum, sweetheart. rub my dirty perv cum all over your face and smile for the camera. i know you know where it’s at…

that last line sent you over the edge. you gripped the pillow tightly, your hips bucking wildly against it. your pushed your fingers into your mouth, licking and lapping at his cum that was dripping down them as you looked at steve through the window.

you registered the flash of light, and smiled knowing that you had a new cum stained picture to look forward to in the mail next week.

[bloodibambiidoll]

I will posses your heart 💭📱❤️‍🔥

[mixsethaddams]

Last Line WIP Game!

rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words.

I was tagged by the wonderful @penny00dreadful @strangersteddierthings @steddieas-shegoes

This is from the climax of my long promised stalker!Steve dead dove which is finally making progress. (Inspo). I’ll put it under a cut because it’s very slightly unsettling.

There’s so many words so I’m not going to tag that many people but I will tag these beauties, without pressure or expectation of course. Anyone else that wants to take part too, consider this an open tag:

@kickassfu @mojowitchcraft @henderdads @riality-check @lostinadmiration @loveinhawkins @eddywoww @infinite-orangepeel

“Steve leaned in and brushed his lips against Eddie’s wet lashes, letting his tongue slide forward to swipe the barest touch over his eyeball; drinking the very essence of Eddie’s fear right from the source”

[thegirlnextdoorssister]

stalker!bucky or stalker!steve breaking into your house while you sleep and lucky for them you sleep naked and they do this^ and whisper “soon, my pretty, soon.”

[marvel--for--life]

Part Two of the Serial Killer AU

One night during his usual watch, Steve is standing across the street, hidden from view on the abandon fire escape when he sees something that causes his blood to boil. Bucky - he learned his name once when he was out with a blonde man and a red-haired female - has had the same partner ever since Steve saw him that one night. His partner - Steve thinks he remembers Bucky calling him Brock, but the only thing that Steve thinks to call him now is dead fucker - full on decks Bucky, causing the smaller male to drop to the ground.

He doesn’t remember everything in perfect detail, but when the storm clears from his mind, Steve is standing over the bloodied remains of Brock. Blood is dripping from his hands, and there’s even some sliding down the side of his face. When he raises his head, Bucky is cowering against the wall, mouth agape and a dark purple bruise already forming on his jaw and body covered in odd but beautiful patterns of splatter. Steve moves quickly, but Bucky screams before he reaches him. Silencing the man with his hand, Steve makes the decision in an instant. This one is coming with him...

Part One.

[dearramiel]

UPDATE: chapter one is out !!!

Mood board for an upcoming fic I've been working on for a bit. I've always loved the wolf from MM1 so we gonna use him;)..

Supposed be something like Big Bad Wolf! Steve x Reader, was thinking about incorporating Steddie x reader into it so it could also be Big Bad Wolf! Eddie. Though I think I want it to be its own one-shot so I can write a full Steve Harrington fic. We'll see how it rolls out, chapter 1 coming soon;).

Incase we ever bring Eddie in ,(maybe his own fic alone too)