#steven hyde

[peeta-mellark]

THAT 70’S SHOW 3x08 "Jackie Bags Hyde"

[hellowisconsin]

“Maybe you like her cause I kinda think you do.”

[mozzarella-stickz]

sweet leaf // steven hyde x f! reader

hyde loves when just the two of you get high

cw: slightly dubious consent (reader is very high), smut, oral f! receiving, slight dom/sub dynamics, friends with benefits dynamic but you both want to be more, hippie reader

"my hands just feel so...bubbly!"

hyde looked down at you like you were crazy. of course, it was not your first time getting high, far from it, actually, but the mix of staying up past three in the morning and having been smoking since a little before eleven pm was really catching up on you. currently, you were laid across the foreman's basement couch, your legs lazily draped across hyde's lap.

"jesus, you say the weirdest shit when you're high," hyde said, "and when you're sober. you're just a weirdo, aren't you?"

"nuh-uh!" you protested. "you say weird shit too, like how the government is out to get you and is going to put chips in our arms one day!"

"yeah, cause they are. you just say weird shit, like that."

you pouted. you and hyde had been doing your thing for a few months now. it was easier when his mom was never home, but now since he was living in the foreman's basement it was getting harder to sneak around. just yesterday eric had come downstairs to get laundry from the dryer and caught you sneaking out the back door in hyde's black sabbath t-shirt and pajama pants that were way too big for you. of course, eric wouldn't snitch (after all you had heard all about their escapades from donna), but one day you were certain red, kitty, or even laurie were gonna come down the stairs and then you would be in deep shit.

hyde was never one for showing affection. even after sex, he mostly just laid next to you and sometimes asked if you needed water. but he fucked you so good you didn't even care. yeah, maybe that meaned you needed just a tad bit more self-respect, but it was the goddamn 70s! women could have fun and sleep around! it wasn't a crime. still, you often caught him with a hand rubbing your arm when he thought you were asleep or too high to remember. right now, you could feel a big hand caressing your knee. you began to squirm under the feeling.

"yeah?"

"s-shut up."

hyde laughed, his voice low and dark. his hand continued further up your leg, reaching your inner thigh. you were wearing a long skirt, with nothing underneath. your feminist book club had said it was good to let her breathe down there when you could.

"nothing under there, huh?" hyde said, sliding his hand right in between your legs. "you really are a slut sometimes."

that too. easy access was another big plus.

"h-hyde," you whined.

"tell me what you need."

"need...fingers!"

"i think you can use more words than that, right?"

"please! i need your fingers!"

you lifted your hips, sliding the long skirt completely off. hyde's fingers slightly danced against your clit, before he began rubbing it gently in slow, small circles. how he got so good at this, you didn't wanna know. but it felt so good. you felt your core tighten, the weed making you feel everything even more intensely than usual.

"gonna cum already, slut?" hyde chuckled, beginning to rub your clit even faster.

"yes, ugh! please...fuck!"

you felt your core tighten and very, very quickly, you felt an orgasm wash over you. your legs spasmed and felt like jelly.

"t-thank you," you muttered. you started to reach for your skirt, but hyde pulled your hand away.

"nah, i think you can give me another."

this time, hyde scooted down, half laying on the couch and half kneeling on the floor, face right in between your thighs. donna had said eric had only done this a few times, and jackie said kelso flat-out refused, but hyde seemed to love it. it was one of the only things that could make him break that laissez-faire "whatever" chill asshole thing he had going.

hyde's mouth quickly capture your clit, sucking on it gently. since you were still sensitive from the first orgasm, you whined excessively as hyde's tongue poked your clit gently. your hands tangled into his curly hair, tugging as hyde was basically sucking the life out of you from between your legs. his tongue poked your entrance, before he slid his tongue into the wet, dripping hole. you bit your lip, trying desperately to not let out the loudest, naughtiest moans of your life.

hyde gave your clit one last suck, before you once again felt yourself cum.

"needy girl," hyde said. "you think you got one more for me, huh? you wanna feel me inside your pussy?"

"yes, hyde please!"

hyde undid his belt, pulling his jeans down with his boxers. he positioned himself at your entrance, slowly sliding in. your eyes rolled back as he slid out almost entirely, then slammed back in. his dick felt so good inside you, stretching you out.

"all i need to do is get you a little high and you're the neediest slut in the world," hyde said in between thrusts. "who are you a slut for, baby? come on, tell me."

"you, hyde! just you!"

it made you feel good to admit this, but hyde never lasted long inside you. your third orgasm hit quickly, and hyde pulled out just in time, releasing on your chest with a moan. he sat there on his knees for a second, before grabbing a box of tissues off the side table, wiping your stomach with them. while you laid back, trying to recover from your three orgasms, hyde picked your skirt off the ground. you tried to stand, but your shaky legs wouldn't let you. hyde rolled his eyes.

"here, i got you."

hyde picked you up, something you had never seen before from him. he carried you to his small room in the basement, covering you with a blanket before crawling in next to you. the last thing you felt and heard before drifting into sleep was a gentle kiss on your forehead and a

“sweet dreams.”

that next morning…

you found the back door quickly, pulling it open.

“now what the hell are you doing in my basement, flower child!”

you turned your head slowly in fear, red foreman glaring daggers at you.

“uhh…nice to see you, bye!”

you bolted out the back door, not wanting your ass to become a hat, as eric would say.

“now when are going to ask her to be your girlfriend?” red shouted at hyde after you had left. “stop being a dumbass!”

hyde said nothing. instead, he smiled to himself. soon. very soon.

[lovisus]

Burkhyde for the soul🍒

[zmbienii]

hiiii I noticed you write for Steven Hyde from that 70s show and I was wondering if u take requests? If u do can you write something abt Steven who has a gf w nipple piercings?

،، happy birthday ✶

omg this is actually like beautiful, i'm obsessed with this idea

pairing steven hyde x reader

summary you had an idea to surprise him for his birthday. you didnt know that he would be so obsessed.

w/c 1.07k

steven's birthday was coming up quicker than you would've expected. with the days dragging on and the chaos of the christmas season creeping up. you didn't want to go too full out now, save something special for christmas you know? but there you were, in the point place piercing shop.

as you sat on the cool bench, the breeze of the fan dusted over your body. with your shirt pulled up and dots placed on either side of your nipples, you shuddered quietly.

right in the moment where the piercer held the metal needle to your breast, thats when you really wished you had brought someone else with you on this adventure.

with a yelp the needle slid through your skin and you sighed in slight relief. right until the jewelry went through.

and with how quick the first one was finished, the less time you had to prepare for the other one. soon enough, and with quite a lot more pain later, you waltzed out of that piercing shop feeling like a brand new woman.

you had knew what you were doing, and you hoped that you would have enough time to heal slightly before revealing this present to your boyfriend.

the same boyfriend who already drooled over your boobs in the first place. the boy who played grabby and who you felt like constantly had a hand close or on one of your boobs.

you really hoped that you could conceal this for long enough to keep it a surprise.

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with a few weeks moving past, your nipples began to feel less sore. you felt like you could actually breathe now. holy shit were you thankful.

you had planned a night for you and hyde. a little birthday party if you will. just you and him, and his present he was soon to see.

the two of you laid on the couch as you talked about the newest bullshit kelso had pulled. snickering as you made fun of the boy. topics changed and you felt the ambience change dramatically.

the familiar tension had fell over the room just like it had many many times before. soon enough your lips found each other. your hands slipped up his neck and into his hair just as his slipped down your waist.

"i have a present for you," you spoke as you pulled back slightly.

"oh really?" he mumbled in reply as his hands slipped underneath your shirt. the grabby digits wrapped around your bra line, holding you there like you were his to play with.

you pressed open mouth kisses down his neck as you listened to his breath hitch.

"wanna see it?" you whispered, which resulted in a quick nod and "fuck, yes."

your hands found the hem of your shirt. the soft fabric now slipping over your head. revealing your black bra -- one of his favorites. you led his hands to the clasp that helped contain your breasts.

his hands fiddled with it just before the garment slipped down. your boobs now on full display. the metal bars gleamed in the dim lighting of the room.

his eyes locked onto them in an instant.

"woah." he mumbled.

"happy birthday baby," you spoke as you pressed a kiss to his cheek. his mouth stayed open while he gawked at your breasts. "you like em?" you questioned softly.

"like em?" he scoffed with a smile, "i love em." his hands scooped up and around the skin. thick thumbs coming up to play with the ultra sensitive tips of your nipples.

his lips connected with your neck in a flash. hot and needy kisses trailing down towards the stars of the show. with heaving breaths his mouth latched onto your right breast. toying with the metal bar and kneading the other boob within his hand, you could feel his hard on grow underneath you.

as he kept occupied with the girls in front of him, your hips moved against his. movement erupting a groan from the boy.

sucking on the skin alongside the casual pull on the bar, soon enough your chest was filled with hickeys and other tracks of hyde.

"so pretty" he mumbled as he stared at his work. with a small giggle your hands fell onto the hem of his shirt. tugging it up and over his head revealing his chest. your hands trailed up his abs as you wrapped you hand around his neck and pulled him into your lips.

as your hips rocked against his, you could feel him growing antsy. his eyes seemed to never leave your chest. the piercings practically mesmerizing him.

soon enough your hand palmed him through his jeans. a small groan erupted from his throat. with a jerk of his hips, you slid down to your knees. your hands trailed down his thighs as you silently teased him.

with your chest still on full display you reached up towards his fly. slowly playing with the button and zipper, you helped him shimmy his jeans down. now only clad in boxers, you saw the full effect this present had on him.

with a small giggle you slipped your hand under his waistband. as your hand wrapped around his length you felt him shudder underneath you. "whatcha plannin' down there baby?" he spoke softly. with a kiss to his tip you smiled sweetly. "you'll see"

as your eyes met his, you smirked quietly. salivating slightly you dribbled on your chest. as you used your hands to basically oil yourself up, you watched his cock jump in response.

you smiled to yourself before scooting closer towards him and his length.

"gonna let me fuck those pretty tits?" he hummed lightly as he picked up on the signs you were laying down. you nodded with a smile as you watched him line his dick up right between your breasts.

just as fast as the two of you entered that position. you giggled as you watched him struggle to hold on just a little bit longer. you didn't know if it was just your chest that was sending him over the edge or if it was the metal that gave him that bigger push. whatever it was, you ended up in a giggling fit as your piercings, chest, and just a smidge of your face was now covered with a quite sticky substance.

"happy birthday, handsome." you smiled before bringing him along with you to clean up.

© zmbienii 2025

[lolastung]

THAT ‘70S SHOW (1998-2006) 3.08, “Jackie Bags Hyde”

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GET TO KNOW ME MEME : [1/??] PLATONIC / FAMILIAL DYNAMICS ERIC FORMAN & STEVEN HYDE (that 70s show)

[sourwinchester]

fat lip ; hyde intro

steven hyde x punk!reader

slight nsfw so no minors!!

he just thinks she’s so cool. with her dyed, bright red, messy hair. (it’s red right now, but it’ll probably be blue next week, she changes it so often that she jokes about going bald before he does). she cuts it herself and it’s choppy and messy, like her, but he thinks it’s so fucking pretty and probably soft, too. he doesn’t understand how she gets it so soft when she dyes it a new color every two weeks.

her eyeliner is something he admires often. it doesn’t matter if it’s a crazy design, or if she does it messy or bold, he likes to imagine watching it run down her cheeks while he fucks her real good. her leather skirt folded up over her hips and her pretty fishnets ripped, while he watches her eyes roll back.

he’s convinced she’s cooler than him, and for some reason, he doesn’t seem to care when it’s her. and when she mentions going to a protest to protest the government, he thinks he’s died and gone to heaven. kindred spirits or some dumb shit like that. he likes to watch her graffiti. her spray paint always coats the skin on her hands for a few days after, it just never seems to come off when she washes them.

he likes her like that, though—messy, bold, loud—never anyone but herself. and he thinks, maybe, she was sent just for him.