Happy Monday! Heres A Little Short Im Freeing That Sat In My Drafts Forever!

Happy Monday! Here’s a little short i’m freeing that sat in my drafts forever!

cockwarming with gamer steve (michevious laughter)

Word count: 500

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With a sigh you walked up to Steve whom is sat in front of his PC with his headphones on, you wrap your arms around his back, your hands resting on his chest, “Steveeeeee” you pleaded, drawing out his name in a whine.

He moves one side of his headphones off his ear so he can hear you, his head turning slightly, his eyes still fixated on the screen, “what is it honey?” he asks sweetly. With a drag you pull your arms from off him and move to his side, your hands fiddling with his arm “Can we go to bed, I miss having you close to me” you plea softly.

His head turns again, a small pout forming on his lips. “Baby, just a few more rounds, okay? I promise.” he says, his gaze briefly meeting yours before returning to the screen.

Frustration welled up inside you and you couldn’t suppress the hint of sassiness in your tone, “No, Steve now” you whined once more.

Steve’s eyebrows lifted and he paused, his eyes shifting from the screen to yours then back to the screen, a mischievous grin spread across his face, his gaze meeting yours once again. “Well why don’t you keep me warm while I finish up?” he says, one hand moving from his keyboard, gripping your waist “You wanna be close? Then let’s be close. Come here.” he says, his hand pulling at the waist band of your panties a hint to remove them, you allow him to slide them off for you, holding your hand as you step out of them, then he pulls you to him before helping position you on his lap, your legs wrapping around him.

It’s a joined effort to get his pants down his legs, his hands were back on his keyboard as you took it upon yourself to sink onto his length, the feeling sends electricity down your body before being filled with warmth as you let him bury inside of you, molding perfectly to your walls, your head nuzzling into the crook of his neck. “That better baby?” “mhm” you hum nodding your head softly.

It’s quiet as Steve moves onto his next round, your eyes falling shut as you lay on him, keeping his cock nice and warm inside of you where it belongs, his relaxed breathing bringing you to sleep. You stir a bit in his lap but it causes his cock to move slightly inside of you, forcing his breath to jump and his attention to snap from his game, “Fuck baby can’t do that when i’m trying to focus” he coos into your ear, you mumble out a tired apology, burying your face into his neck even more, “s’okay baby, let’s get you to sleep” he says rubbing circles on your back, you hear his PC turn off and feel him stand up with you, bringing you guys to his bed before he softly lays you down, his body pressed close to yours as you fall asleep.

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“You good down there, pretty girl?” Steve coos sweetly, a buttery candied tone that disputes the brutal snap of his hips, large hands enveloping your wrists crossed over your chest. His weight is heavy on your ribs, skin squeezing red raw and the threat of future bruising already blooming under his crushing fingers.

Your head is tipped back at the edge of his bed, and Steve’s throbbing cock is stuffed so far down your throat that any answer you could possibly give is just another pathetic wet whimper, spluttering around his length to choke out obscene reams of sticky saliva. He knows that, revels in the fact, threatening to burst his bottom lip that is latched between his top row of pearly whites.

“Fuucckk” he drawls crudely, a feral sort of sound that has your neglected clit throbbing in perfect torturous synchronism with his unforgiving thrusts.

“You love taking me like this, don’t you?” he laughs, one sinister and somewhat cruel, and you’re squeezing your thighs together and rutting where you need him the most against nothing. It’s almost too much to bear, glassy eyes rolling to the back of your head as your brain swims with that familiar staticky warmth.

“Look at that pretty little throat” Steve cups your wrists with one hand now, ensuring to keep you planted exactly where he needs you. The other encircles your spent neck, right over the lewd bulge that his girth stretches and stretches and stretches some more. You don’t get to breathe until his say so, not when he’s wallowing in such intoxicating euphoria.

“Stretched so fucking wide for me. So fucking good” you can hear the grit of his teeth, picturing the protruding veins in his neck throbbing with hot blood, and the blissful strain painting his beautiful features.

Poor Steve had been wound so tight these past couple days. Working overtime and double shifts, both passing ships in the night with barely any opportunity to give the other a kiss on the forehead, let alone be intimate.

“Missed you. Missed this” he groans with a ragged breath, a particular sharp roll of his hips has your stomach retracting in a dramatic gag. Hair stuck to the beads of sweat stippling his forehead, mouth taking form of a sweet little ‘o’ when you attempted to swallow around him, a completely involuntary action that has you thrashing your legs.

“Hang on, honey. I’m so fucking close, gonna cum. You ready? Take it all f’me, angel. Show me how good you are”.

You couldn’t even register the flood of Steve’s release, bleary eyes streaming white hot tears that coated Steve’s bedroom carpet beneath you. Your hair was mussed, the majority tangled in spit strings as if you had been caught in a thunderstorm.

“Atta girl, atta fucking. girl.” Another brutal slam of him hips, heavy balls cutting off any chance of air supply through your nose as Steve buries himself into you, vision sparkling with black spots and the blood rushing ruthlessly to your head.

Steve released your hands then and you had to push the man away from you by the thighs before you passed out, his cock still connected to your puffy lips with frothy buntings of drool.

Steve’s hand is pushing back your hair once you’re on all fours, coughing hoarsely and throat ripped to complete shreds. Though you lent into the touch, the gentle scrape of his nails at your scalp, down your reddened cheeks to cup your chin, titling your watery gaze up to his own.

“Such a good job, my angel. Now let me take care of you”.

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just a little something bc i’m feral feral feral for my steve rn 😩🤭

coming from your list of steve kinks, i would love something abt cockwarming <33 it’s so steve

it is so Steve🫶🏻 Ugh I have so many ideas! Enjoy!

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem! reader

Word count: 500

Warnings: MDNI 18+ Cockwarming, fluff, idrk

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Its late at night, you lie in your bedroom, your back pressed to Steve’s bare chest. The window is cracked just enough to let the faint smell of summer rain through-cool air weaving it’s way around your room. The dim glow of the moon filtering through the curtains, casting a shadow across the room, followed with a distant sound of crickets. Tiredness heavy on the both of you.

You wonder if Steve is still awake, but before you know it, there’s a shift in the air as Steve’s warm hands glide beneath your long T shirt answering your thought, his hands find your hips with a firm yet tender grip as he pulls you closer. His soft lips brushing against the sensitive skin behind your ear.

A soft sigh escapes your lips as you melt into him, eyes heavy and tired.

“baby” Steve whines against your skin in a sleepy mumble, his kisses growing bolder.

You don’t say anything, instead you roll your hips back into him, letting out a soft groan.

“mmm, i wanna be closer” he says, voice warm and low, hands roaming your front, as he nuzzles even more into your neck.

As if you can get any closer, you press your back to him even more, sinking into him, letting him swallow you, arms holding you tight, shielding you from any uncertainties that lay beyond the room’s walls.

“no, wanna be in you”

He says eagerly and desperately, his voice mixed with a whine, a plea. His hips rolling away from yours then back to you, the hardness beneath his boxers grow, and the ache between your legs intensifies, your whole body craving him.

Too tired to say anything, you turn your head to meet his lips, his mouth catching yours, kissing you deeply telling him just exactly what you want. His hand slides under your knee, propping you up for him, before sliding his boxers down and moving your panties to the side exposing you.

“just wanna be close” he mumbled again.

His hands slide back up to your arms, so he can hold you closer, a subtle shift of his hips makes you let out a moan as his tip taps your entrance, ready to be filled by him. He takes his time sliding his thick cock into you, slowly filling you up. He’s going slow so you feel every inch of him, every vein and curve. Causing your eyes to squeeze shut. He loves nothing more than filling you up like this, not completely sexual either, he just wants you in every way possible.

“mmmmm much better” he praises into your ear as he fully sits in you, his breath hot on your neck, your walls perfectly hugging him.

You lay like this with him for the rest of the night, back pressed to his chest as his cock sits inside you. Completely relaxed and content with each other. Your guys breathing is synchronized, every breath you guys take together, his cock moves slightly inside you shooting electricity all over your body. When he places a kiss to your neck, or rubs his hands along your arm, it causes you to clench around his cock, making him catch his breath, his dick twitching inside of you, his grip on you tightening.

With each passing second, your bodies grew heavier and your minds eased as you drifted off to sleep. Steve still connected to you, in a way no one has ever been, nuzzled deep inside you like a puzzle, feeling so close and safe.

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Summary: Steve playfully throwing you onto the bed and tickling you till he gets a peek at what’s under your skirt, teasingly exploring the area till you take it upon yourself to give him access.

Warnings: oral fem receiving, forced tickling for a second, dirty talk, p in v, cream pie, breeding kink

Pairings: Steve Harrington x fem reader

Word count: 875

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With a mischievous grin, Steve playfully tosses you onto his bed, eliciting a burst of giggles from you as your body takes the impact.

“Hey watch it!” you yelped as you tried to wiggle from steve’s grasp

He was relentless, his fingers dancing over your sides, tickling you mercilessly, a mix of yours and his laughter filled the room, mingling with the faint hum of the night just past his open windows.

As you wiggle under his touch, your black skirt finds its way creeping over your waist exposing your thighs, the cool air kissed your now exposed thighs, making you arch your back and press your hips upwards towards Steve.

Seve’s hands stop their assault and in a second his lips are at your thighs, like a hungry animal he teasingly kisses and nips the area, causing you to giggle and squirm even more under him, “what do we have here?” he asks, his hands pushing your skirt up even more, revealing your panties to his hungry gaze, his lips eagerly move to kiss your sopping cunt over your panties, he moves his hands to tickle you some more causing you to let out a bunch of giggles and moans,. Suddenly his hands calmly come to a halt and begin tracing tantalizing patterns up and down your sides and your hips causing you to let out a quiet moan of his name, your fingers grabbing onto his hair as he places kisses on any skin available to him.

But then, as suddenly as it had begun he pulls away, leaving you with a pout on your face, only for it to be quickly replaced by his lips meeting yours, his hands find their way to your head and he brushes his fingers through your hair, it’s then that you find yourself inching your hand down your body, snaking your underwear down your legs and widening your thighs, Steve looks down amused and places another kiss to your lips, a silent invitation that Steve eagerly accepted.

“Want me to taste you huh?” he taunts, your only response is a nod of your head and a small hum, his body moves down so his lips meet your pussy, he doesn’t hesitate to start devouring you, his tongue licking between your folds, gathering all your wetness, the tip of his tongue dauntingly circles your clit causing you to once again lift your hips as you arched into his touch due to the overwhelming sensation.

He sucks your clit into his mouth, his tongue massaging at the same time as he rolls the sensitive bud between his soft lips, your hands uncontrollably grabbing fist fulls of his hair causing him to moan into your pussy, the vibration boosting your arrival even more.

“Taste so fucking good” Steve manages to push out between groans “you like when i’m like this, don’t you?…fuck” he groans into your cunt, licking at your pussy, the pleasure drunk haze you’re in leaves you dumb and unable to say anything in response, only pretty little sounds leave your lips, one of which was Steve’s name. Your vision blurred as you became a moaning mess, your orgasm washing over you in one big wave, cumming all over Steve’s tongue.

You don’t even realize it till you’ve finally and fully come down from your orgasm, Steve hovering over you the bulge in his boxers evident as it pokes at your entrance while he kisses down your neck, you’re quick to help him pull off his boxers, freeing his hard cock. He winced, a mix of pain and pleasure crossing his face as your hand rubbed over his throbbing pink tip.

He’s eager to smash his lips hard into yours, pushing you into the bed, Steve waste no time guiding himself into you, one large hand wrapped around his length as he pushes his cock into your waiting heat, the extend of his large cock stretching your pussy is enough to make you dig your nails into Steve’s back as you suck him in.

“Doing so good taking me like this, fuck…look at you” he gestures between your bodies, his hands cupping your face, “All mine” he grunted out as he began his first thrusts, each one hitting just the right spot to send sparks of pleasure coursing through your body.

“I wanna hear you say it” he demands in a low growl, his lips attacking your neck again “mmmm all yours Steve” you mutter out weakly “a-a-all, yours!” you gasp as he increases the pace of his thrusts and finds your clit with his thumb, applying just enough pressure to send a shock of bliss through your legs, causing you to clench down on him.

“Wanna cum in you, that alright?” Steve asks, his free hand finding your plump tits through your shirt giving them a squeeze, once again you’re unable to give out a response that’s anything other than a moan or a cry. “You’d like that wouldn’t you? I know you will, fuck i’m close” he answers for you placing a soft kiss to your skin.

Before you know it Steves thrust become slower as he spills his cum as deep as he can inside you, your body clenches around him, desperate to milk every last drop of pleasure from his throbbing cock, your hands clung around his back in a desperate plea to be even closer, leaving crescent shaped marks wherever you touched as you ride through your orgasms together.

Once recovered Steve examines his aftermath, slowly, he drew his cock out of you, watching intently as his sticky cum clung to your skin and seeped out of you, he dipped his tip in the excess and slowly stuffed it back inside your cunt, a subtle moan escaping his lips as he felt the warmth envelope him once more before he withdrawals. With a tender smile he places a soft kiss to your forehead, his fingers trailing gently over your skin as he savored the moment before getting up to clean you off.

me rn: 💦

probably spent way to much time on this

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dreaming of late spring/early summer with steve harrington <3

In honor of 4/20 here’s a little blurb or whatever you wanna call it of 4/20 Steve!

Warnings: short mention of reader having a disagreement with family & tears, mentions of weed and smoking

Word count: 455

overall just chill and calming no smut for once😱

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You sat on your bedroom floor your fingers deftly tying the laces of your sneakers, the rhythmic motion was a soothing balm to your restless mind, a momentarily distraction from the ache in your head and the tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

All from a stupid disagreement you got into with your family, your emotions teetering on the edge of control. In a reach of desperation you did one thing you do best, reached for your phone and dialed Steve Harringtons number.

Within a few rings his familiar voice trails through your ears from the other end, you mumble out a “hi Steve” and just your tone is enough for him to question a “what’s wrong?”, you explain the situation in the shortest way possible, the words tumbling from your lips in a rush of emotion. And Steve doesn’t hesitate for a moment, promising to be on his way.

It’s not long considering he’s only 3 houses away till his familiar knock echos through the stillness of your home, you swiftly make your way to the front door, swinging it open, without a word you open your arms clinging to his chest and without missing a beat Steve gracefully wraps both his arms around your body meeting your hug with equal fervor, his warmth seeping into your bones.

He only lets go when you let go, his eyes immediately softening when he catches that slight gloss in your eyes from the tears, his gaze searching yours for answers.

He’s about to speak but closes his mouth and In a gesture that spoke volumes of his understanding, Steve reaches behind his ear, and pulls out a neatly rolled blunt with a knowing smile—a silent offering of solace. Your eyes land on the blunt in his hands and you let out a relived giggle as you lean into him and he pulls you to walk with him, your lips curve into a greatfull smile as you took the blunt between your fingers, a silent understanding passing between the two of you.

You place it between your lips and Steve’s hand cups around you, shielding the wind as he lights the tip of it for you. As you took a deep inhale and exhale, the smoke followed the wind, carrying away some of the weight on your shoulders. You take one more hit before passing it off to Steve, allowing him to get a couple hits in.

Your feet fall into an easy rhythm as you two strolled down familiar trails and winding paths in Hawkins, every step you engulf more and more into the forest, your shoulders tapping here and there, a subtle warming reminder that Steve is by your side. Any visible sky is tainted a light yellow, and the air tingled with the scent of spring blossoms, a cool breeze picking up and down consistently, causing a rustle of leaves to accompany the conversations between you and Steve.

As the sky sets more and more the air grows colder and you find yourself inching closer to Steve, allowing him to wrap one large arm over you, pulling you as close as possible to him, in this moment the world feels a little less daunting and the sound of Steve’s voice and the rumble of his soothing chest as you lean into him lets you temporarily forget about any other issues that lies beyond his arms.

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