V8mpstamp - Smutty Thoughts Only

Summer days with Steve cooling off in the Lake <3 his hair's all wet and his curls get tighter from the mixture of the hot sun and the cold water, he's a little burnt and you're both all sweaty but neither of you care much, he's still picking you up and covering you in kisses, he carries you home when the sun goes down, your shoes tied around his wrists because no his girl shouldn't have to walk home on tired legs, most of summer is spent trying to find ways to cool down, Steve's quite quick to join you in a cold shower or to splash you with the garden hose, muttering something about how seeing you in a damp see through dress makes him dizzy, you're both rather content to spend everyday with eachother, finding little beaches of the coast the no one else knows about, jumping in lakes and wondering through the woods, hoping on the the hope that this summer might just go on forever <3

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emmy, darling, light of my life. if and when you’re ever feeling up to it, i’d love to request a steve blurb where he’s always trying to fight for dominance with reader cause they both little bitchy babes who like to be in charge. but of course, reader loses 😔.

carol, my actual smut hero, I burnt my spaghetti for you 🧡

18+

“Are you gonna be good for me?”

It would’ve been so much easier to say yes, considering Steve had you pinned underneath him, both of your hands trapped with only one of his. He had his other curled under your knee, hiking your leg higher up his hip, spreading you wider.

You were supposed to be a little helpless, pliant, begging for him, the way he liked. But you grinned and shook your head, chin tilted up to meet his gaze, always defiant.

His cock throbbed inside of you and you knew, just like he did, he that he liked you that way a little better.

So he let go of your hands, stopping your squirming, pushed one big palm to the soft of your lower tummy instead, holding you down that way. It made you feel everything a little more intensely, eyes rolling back as Steve pumped his hips into you, sitting back on his knees as he dragged you half into his lap.

It was too easy, the way he manhandled you, urging your legs open, pulling your hair, holding your hands behind your back when he thought you weren’t listening to him.

“Not gonna be a good girl for me, no?” He grunted, staring down at you with a sticky adoration, even as he fucked his cock into you that little bit deeper. Steve grinned when you cried out. “S’a damn shame, honey, you’re always so fucking pretty when you lie there and wait for my cock.”

You were panting, eyes hooded and lips parted as you did your best to wriggle free, having every intention of pushing the boy back by his shoulders and riding him until he could only chant your name. It had happened before. You could do it again.

If he let you.

“Just had to be a brat though, didn’t you?” Steve was still talking, pouring down at you as if he wasn’t canting his hips just the right way, his cock sliding in and out of you far too easily. You were soaked, messy, just the way Steve enjoyed, almost too gone as he stared down at where you were joined, your cunt glistening in the low light of his bedroom. “Needy little thing that can’t do as she’s told, huh?”

You chose that moment to moan out, back arching, ass lifting from his lap and Steve took the opportunity to deliver a swift tap to the dough of it, palm catching at the skin, smiling when it reddened.

“If you’re good for me,” he whispered, leaning in, shoving you into the pillows. Steve followed, one hand keeping your knee up to your chest. It was a white hot slice of pleasure, burning, dizzying. “If tell me what you want, like a good girl, I’ll maybe let you have it.”

His nose nuzzled yours, lips brushing, his top lip catching yours in a kiss he wasn’t nice enough to give you get, despite the way his voice was sugar sweet, candy cotton soft.

You gasped out as you tried to form words, your request stuck on your tongue as Steve’s fingers found your clit, rubbing in messy circles that only smeared your slick over you even more. He was laughing softly when you glared, lips jutting into a pout and if you could speak, you would’ve told him how unfair he was being.

You didn’t mind it at all, not really.

But it was fun to fight about it, acting up like you didn’t want Steve to boss you about, praising you all pretty when you finally gave in.

So you blinked up at him, lashes spiked with dampness, skin flushed. You managed to catch a kiss, a stolen touch that Steve relented to, groaning into your mouth when your tongue touched his and fuck, there it was, that stutter of his hips.

“Wanna ride you,” you murmured to him, voice all sweet.

Steve cooed down at you, face hidden in the crook of your neck as he delivered more kisses, the graze of his teeth making your hips buck up into his. “Say please, baby.”

He was an asshole.

You stayed quiet, lips pressed together to keep in the moans, eyes pleading despite the way you refused to ask nicely. You weren’t gonna let him win.

So Steve grinned, sat back up and out of your reach, slowing his pace down. It was agonising and you let him know so, letting out a cry, back to arching up and wriggling in his hold.

He tutted, but didn’t stop smiling, his hand finding your throat, fingers wrapping prettily around your neck. It was supposed to be a warning. “Guess I’m still in charge, honey.”

You wondered if he knew you didn’t care

always the goddamn babysitter

Favorite Part

steve harrington x fem!reader

🎵I’m tangled in his arms, this is my favorite part, suddenly there’s no worries anymore. 🎵

summary: In the middle of the night, you and steve miss each other.

word count: 1.5k

warnings: 18 + soft semi desperate spooning smut with no plot besides that you and steve had a long week apart, mentions of ass play (fem receiving), dirty talk, cream pie.

author’s note: adjusting to new meds has made writing not come easy, this little blurb is to help me get back into the swing of this. I hope you enjoy 🥹

Your bedroom was dark when you opened your eyes, nothing but the deep purple haze of the late night and the soft glow of street lights in the distance illuminating your four walls. The big tree outside your window dances shadows across your blinds, the low hum of wind carrying what’s left of the storm with it. You loved it best like this, surrounded by him, he’s warm like the sun that was somewhere shining on the other side of the planet, soft with sleep and the smell of spearmint fresh on his breath. The rich pine of his body wash still lingers on his skin from the shower you shared before climbing in bed too tired for anything but sleep. The rain tapping against your window in just the right rhythm to send you both into your dreams.

Your naked limbs lay tangled under the sheets, the dark patch of hair on his chest tickles against the dip of your back with every deep breath your boyfriend takes. The blunt edges of his nails digging into the soft flesh of your hips when he stirs like something exciting is happening to him in whatever place he’s lost in behind his shifting lids. A low puff of air exhales through his parted lips, fanning hot across the nape of your neck, goosebumps rising in its wake while his nose nudges against the shell of your ear. A tight grip by his big hands pulls you closer, strong arms caging you in. You wonder if he’s awake now, like you.

It’s only when you feel the softest press of his lips against your hairline that you know he is. Pushing deeper into his chest, he hums low in approval, wrapping himself even tighter around you, muscles flexing under a sea of freckles. His skin was tanner than usual from the beginnings of the summer sun and you swear you can still feel the heat it left behind while your fingertips trace invisible lines. Lulling your head back to rest against his shoulder, you open your neck up for more, enticing a path for his lips to go. You feel him smile, the stubble on his jaw a little more noticeable as he lights a fire inside of you with each kiss, the sweetness from before becoming a little more hungry when you grind against his hard length pressed between your ass.

“Sweet girl.” His voice is low with a warning he doesn’t mean, the hand on your hip working its way down to grab at the soft meat of your thigh, squeezing, encouraging.

Rolling your hips again, he palms the side of your ass cheek, his own hips meeting yours, his tip catches the entrance you’d only let him explore with his tongue or sometimes a thumb while he’d make you come undone. He taunts you with it, pushing just enough to have you whine, wiggling against him for more.

“That feels good, baby?” His lips brush against your ear with every word, nodding dumbly, the sleep is still so thick in his voice makes your eyes roll in the back of your head. “Is this where you want me?”

“Steve.” You huff already tired of his teasing, he chuckles in between sucking purple bruises where the one’s he’d left before had faded.

His palm curves under your knee to hook your leg over his hip and you can’t find it in yourself to be embarrassed when your thighs pull apart sticky, a disbelieving groan leaving his throat when his cock slides heavy between your slick lips. He can feel how wet you are from just a little bit of his teasing.

“Honey,” He sounds wrecked when he talks again, pulling your leg even farther back so his tip can catch your clit with just the right amount of pressure to make you gasp. “Were you dreamin’ about me or somethin’?”

Maybe you were, you couldn’t remember, not when he starts circling your entrance, your walls fluttering around his head with anticipation.

“Please,” your voice sounds small, pleading, as the week of not seeing your boyfriend starts to all hit you at once. “Missed you so much, please, I need it.” It sounds like you're throwing a fit as all of it starts to feel like too much and he’s not even giving you enough.

“Shhh, I got you, I got you. I’ll always give you what you want, so sweet for me. Asking so nice baby.” He coos in your ear, his words dripping with honey as he lines himself up, your back arching against him as he inches in slow enough for you to adjust to the big stretch.

It’s like warm silk the way you wrap around him, your walls giving into him no matter how impossible it always seemed at first. Whispered words of I missed you’s, and I love you’s flow freely from his wet lips while you take him to the hilt. The thick patch of hair that frames his base rubbing against your clit in a way that has you keening.

“Fuuuuck.” He huffs, his forehead pressing to your shoulder, his cock twitching against your muscles that flutter and constrict around him. Stilling your hips with a firm hold you can tell he’s trying hard not to cum.

He leaves lazy kisses along your back when he finally starts to move, he’s slow, taking his time so you can feel all of him. Every ridge and curve takes up space, stealing your breath with each punch to the spot only he can find. The tip of his nose runs along the back of your neck while his palm finds a new home on the swell of your breast, your nipples peaking instantly just for him.

“Takin’ me so well, look at you. Always so good to me baby.” His praise only adds to the lewd noises filling the room, sliding in and out of you with the kind of ease he usually only gets after he’s made you cum a few times. Steve feels like he might lose his mind.

You whine a little when he pinches your nipple, your own hand reaching behind to sink your fingers into his hair. You needed to kiss him. He obliges, always picking up on exactly what you want. What you need. His bottom lip connects with your top one in a messy way, the power of his thrusts making it hard for anything more than this. Panting into each other’s mouths, your tongues find each other, licking dirty in the middle. The animalistic need for each other finally comes to a head, when two of his fingers find your puffy ignored clit.

“Babbbyyy.” You're so loud and he loves the way you sound like you’re gonna cry, tightening around him like a vice.

His lips tug up in a smirk when he nods against your open mouth, silently telling you he knows. You make a mess of his fingers that circle the bundle of nerves with just the right amount of pressure to make your toes curl and your eyebrows pinch together.

“You wanna cum for me?” He sounds strained, teetering the edge like you despite the confidence of his words, his hips stuttering to prove it.

“P- please.” Your response makes him groan, his fingers picking up their pace as you meet each thrust with just as much vigor desperate to reach your high. White hot heat fills your insides as your body starts to come apart, the sound of your sweat slick skin smacking together bouncing off your walls.

“Saying please like that is gonna me cum too, you want that? You want it baby?” He eggs you on as your head falls back, your jaw going slack when he circles his hips hitting the deepest spot inside of you. “Say please one more time for me, come on.”

He’s practically growling for you to give him what he wants. A fucked out “please!” falling from your trembling lips before your body goes limp in his arms overwhelmed by all of him as your orgasm starts to rip through you like a tidal wave.

Your vision blurs from the intensity of it, mouth open in a silent scream as tears prick the corners of your eyes. He stills to paint your insides, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he bites down on your pulse point to keep from crying out. His whole body trembling against yours as he pulls you impossibly close. You’ve never felt so full, as he slowly starts to leak out.

An aftershock causes you to flutter, making him hiss against your bruised skin overstimulated by the intensity of it all before he’s finally soft enough to slip out of you. The sleepiness from after the shower returns to both of your spent bodies as he nuzzles his face back into you making no moves to untangle himself.

“I really missed you.” He mumbles, pressing a tender kiss to his favorite spot behind your ear.

“I really missed you too Stevie.” You hum content, the sound of the storm returning filling the quiet again.

A list of kinks I think Steve Harrington has 😋

Omg I loved doing this, let me know if you’re interested in a part two? Enjoy!

Master list:

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Loooooves morning sex, something about waking up next to you, and making you feel good early in the morning maybe before school or work, weather it’s his cock buried deep inside you or his head between your legs, he loves it especially in the morning, both of your guys messy hair, half asleep and slow.

Cock warming. Honestly I can see him, super sleepy and needy, maybe cuddled up next to you watching a movie, just needing to be closer to you some way “mmmm just wanna be closer baby” he mumbles into your ear and when you scoot closer to him he says “mm not like that, wanna be in you”. The way his whole body is pressed to you isn’t enough he needs to be inside you, not even to get you or himself off but just to be closer and connected to his girl. Laying with you and having hick cock deep inside you just makes him feel so connected to you. (Loved this concept so much you can read it here :))

Slight praise kink, Steve doesn’t seem like a very vocal guy during sex to me word wise, but if he’s gonna say anything it’s praises, loves telling you or just mumbling into your ear how good you feel as he rocks into you, how good you taste as he eats you out or how good you’re doing/ making him feel when you ride him or go down on him. His moans aren’t enough he needs to tell you.

MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH. Steve Harrington is a munch you cannot convince me other wise, loves going down on his girlfriend, literally does not matter where you guys are or what time it is. He loves just how good you taste and look when he uses his tongue and mouth just the right way to earn pretty noises from you. And ugh his nose is so perfectly nudging your clit. Bonus if you tug at his hair😩 he goes crazy, moaning into your cunt the vibration adding even more stimulation.

Master list: