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I just found you & I’m living for your Steve fics babe 😩

HIIII! Thank You! I try to post at least two fics a week or throw in some small thoughts or blurbs, I’m not tooooooo focused on how much I post right now because I don’t wanna stress myself out, I’m just kinda having fun with this account since I started almost a month ago! I’m already so greatfull for the feedback i’m receiving on here 🫶🏻 it’s definitely encouraging me to post more and giving me ideas. I’m working on even more stuff right now that i’m excited to share!!!

"you gonna be quiet enough so i can fuck you?” risky sex with steve, parents across the hall😩

Hear me out reader cant sleep because they're too horny for steve (whom is asleep right beside them), unable to do anything about it in risk of his parents hearing them, that is till steve wakes up sensing their frustration and just as hot and needy as reader, teasing and making reader promise to keep quiet, bonus if they’re still spooning while fucking

Oh i’m hearing you out😩 might have gotten a little carried away hope you enjoy!

Pairings: Steve Harrington x fem reader

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: MNDNI! 18+ smut, unprotected p in v sex, breeding + praise kink if you squint.

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you lay in Steve’s room, pressed against his bare chest, his parents just across the hall, clock hitting 2:42 AM.

You’ve been lying here horny and needy out of your mind for almost two hours. Steve’s snores, is the only sound that fill the room. Usually, his house is empty and you’d be rolling over to face him, waking him up and desperately telling him how wet you are for him, in which he responds with kisses and a smirk, immediately going to work, pulling you in and giving you whatever you need… but tonight you knew you couldn’t do that, you knew you couldn’t risk his parents hearing you guys. And you even told Steve earlier, when he was gripping your hips, whining into you, kissing down your neck that tonight he’ll have to wait :(, then promising that tomorrow, you guys can be as loud as you want in his empty house after his parents have left, but this time you were the one unable to wait, the throbbing between your legs growing stronger and stronger.

After what felt like eternity of you fluffing your pillow, shifting positions, and squeezing your legs shut waiting for that throbbing sensation to go away, you feel Steve’s grip on your waist tighten as he pulls you closer to his chest, your ass instinctively rolling into his hips, causing you to let out a very faint groan.

“baby what’s wrong?” Steve says in a sleepy haze, his breath hot on your neck, his hand moving just blow your belly button, the tips of his fingers resting on the waistline to your panties, toying with the small bow there. He knows exactly what’s wrong.

“mmm nothing” your body stiffens, as your caught off guard Steve woke up.

“why you so worked up? You dreaming about me or something?” he teasingly asks, voice sleepy, his hand slowly slipping into your panties.

You don’t even need to look at him to know a small smirk has formed on his lips as he places a kiss behind your ear, his cock going hard under his boxers.

“Steve” you warn in a whimper

“they won’t hear us” he asserted “you just gotta be real quiet for me, can you do that?” he coos, his fingers sliding down your heat.

You press your lips together, quieting the moans that want to escape, Steve’s finger barley grazing your clit “so wet, you been like this all night?” he questions in a pout, how could he leave you so needy like this :( his thick fingers soaking in your arousal.

“Shoulda told me sooner, cant have you like this and not help” he mumbles into your neck, his lips placing a soft kiss behind your ear again, his fingers moving down your slit, toying with the area, fingers spreading you open.

He brings his fingers to your poor needy clit and begins slow circles, clockwise, counter clockwise, clockwise, counter clockwise, the rhythm causing you to let out a pathetic moan.

He pulls away and you shudder at the absence of him.

“shhhhh baby gotta be quiet remember?”

“mmmm cant, it’s too hard” you protest in a pout

“i know baby doing so good already, you can do it” he praises, shifting so his hard cock presses against you once more, begging for you. “feel what you do to me? you gonna be quiet enough so i can fuck you?” he asks, voice low.

You practically beg, promising him just how quiet you’ll be for him, you need him and you need him now.

With that, he glides his pants down before sliding your underwear down your legs, your hands moving to help. His chest still pressed to your back he props your leg up with his knee allowing his tip to poke at your entrance, earning groans from the both of you as you try your best to stay quiet.

You turn your neck slightly so that your lips met his, letting his tongue explore your mouth, your hand reaching behind to grasp his length, swiping your thumb over his slit that leaks with pre cum causing his mouth to break from the kiss, mouth falling agape, his face burying into your neck.

He shifts his hips, his length running between your dripping folds, coating him perfectly as he rolls through you, a desperate whine escaping your lips when his tip catches your clit.

His large arms move to wrap around you, holding you in place, hips backing up till his tip meets your entrance once again, before moving back up and sinking inside of you. A shaky breath is released from Steve as he sinks in inch by inch, he can feel just how perfectly you clench around him, so wet and warm taking him so good.

He places small kisses on your shoulder as he begins to slowly pump, his hips rocking into you, his grip around you allows him to thrust perfectly inside of you, hitting your g spot. Moans forming like an army, fighting to be released.

You bury your face into his pillow, your eyes squeezing shut, hands griping his muscular arm that holds you close, the noises of your wetness and his length sliding in out of you fill your ears.

Heavy breaths fall from him, quiet whispered grunts of praises and curses only you can hear fall out in a haze.

You’re so distracted on how good Steve is making you feel you almost forget about the company you have down the hall so you grab a fistful of his blanket, bring it to your mouth and bite down on it to muffle your moans, his thrust are slow but hard as he’s trying not to rock the bed too much, the sensation causing the knot in your stomach to grow, slowly building up.

Before you know it, Steve’s lips meet your shoulder again instead of a kiss, he bites down, not hard enough to hurt you, but hard enough to sting, muffling his moans as his cock twitches inside of you, his body giving in completely, loads of his cum shooting far up inside you his thrust becoming slower, you bite down on the blanket even harder, reaching your orgasm at the same time he did, your chests moving in synch, both of you trying to catch your breath in a quiet manner.

Your whole body flushed in heat, legs shaking, your pussy still pulsing from your orgasm. He slowly begins to slide out of you, a small amount of cum still escaping his tip as he grazes your walls, cum falling out of your hole and down your thigh, warm kisses are placed all over your back/ shoulder and up your neck till he eventually reaches your lips, his arms still holding you tight.

“I think we did pretty good what do you say?” he asks, feeling proud as he pulls away from the kiss, voice still low.

Turning your body towards him you reply “me too, at least we know how quiet we can be when we need too” smiling up at him sweetly, leaning in to place a quick kiss on his cheek before nuzzling into him.

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Wallet Polaroid

Summary: Steve Harrington is home alone, not knowing what to do since you’re busy, suddenly he remembers a picture of you tucked away in his wallet, he uses it and jeez does it get the job done.

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Fem Reader

Word count: 500

Warnings: MNDNI 18+, male masterbation, descriptive language, polaroid of readers boobs

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Steve is sprawled across his bed, a tennis ball in hand as he throws it up in the air, catching it and throwing it up again. He tried everything to rid his boredom, went swimming in his pool, smoked a joint, tried to call you, to which you didn’t answer, took a shower and made some food, tried to call you again…to which you didn’t answer.

He knew earlier you told him you’d be busy tonight, but that didn’t stop him from calling you a third time that night, once again not getting an answer :/, with a roll of his eyes and a heavy pout on his face, he places the phone back on the wall, feet bringing him to his bed, his back hitting it as he flops down, letting out a heavy sigh.

It’s not till he gets reminded of the one thing he didn’t try tonight… he rises to his legs and begins to make his way to a pair of jeans discarded on his floor, he picks them up, searching his pockets till he finds his leather wallet, hands flicking it open, finger tips searching the compartments till he finds it, the dim light of the room reflecting off a shiny polaroid. His cock practically jumps beneath his boxers as he pulls out a polaroid of you, aching at the sight.

You hold the camera angled at your chest, dressed in a small light pink tank top, one of Steve’s favorite that you wear, it’s bunched up and sitting perfectly over your tits, your free hand propping them up with a soft squeeze.

He can feel his hard cock throbbing, the tension begging to be released, he feels his cheeks get red as he takes in the picture, his wallet dropping to his floor as he grips the polaroid between his fingers, carefully he sets it on the dresser in front of him, his hands moving to remove his boxers, they drop to his feet and he kicks them off, his cock springing free.

Right next to the picture is a bottle of lotion, he uses a squirt to lubricant his hand before quickly wrapping his fingers over his length, spreading the lotion down his shaft, a moan escaping as he grazes his red tip, his other hand grabbing the polaroid once again.

As he scans the polaroid he can’t help but notice how soft your nipples look, so pink and plush, ready to be licked and sucked by him. He runs his fist up and down his shaft, squeezing softly, pre cum dribbling out of his tip, he moves his hand up to swipe it away, gracefully moving over his slit, releasing a heavy groan from him.

As he stares at the picture, he imagines your hand squeezing your tits to show them off to him, imaging how good it would feel to squeeze your tits together and place his cock perfectly between them, grinding his hips so he can fuck them. He hears the pretty sounds of your moans caused by him, he feels the softness of your skin, the sweet smell of your hair, it’s all enough to send him overboard.

He pumps his hand faster on his cock, whiny moans fall between his lips, the sound of his hand moving up and down him is prominent in his room, his mind can’t help but to wonder beyond the picture, how just below the frame you sit in panties, your wet cunt waiting for his thick member to fill you up, your legs resting against the soft sheets in your bed, the bed he gets to fuck you in, the bed where you take polaroids of yourself for him! And for him to use in this exact way.

Deep grunts fall out as he gets closer and closer, unable to deny it any longer, his grip on his cock tightening as his orgasm tumbles out of him cum shooting from him. All sorts of noises fall out of him, pathetic groans and whimpers, any curse word you can think of. He imagines you finishing with him, how your face would be flushed with a red tint, your eyes squeezing shut as you moan his name, how he would pull out and cum all over your tits, still pumping and squeezing so that every drop falls out of him and he’s completely drained by you. He finally calms his breathing, eyes still on the picture, taking it in, he lets out a sigh as he painfully pulls his eyes away from the picture to look down at the mess he’s made, the mess you made him make, his cock limp and tired, his tip red and wet. He bends down to pick up his wallet, tucking the picture back where it belongs so he can use it for next time, before moving to clean up the mess.

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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

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

In some universe, Spiderman Steve Harrington is real and he's hanging out in the spider lobby badly flirting with fellow spiderman Eddie Munson.