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ssweetleaf · 11 months

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just like heaven. part ii

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pairing— best friend’s brother!steve harrington x fem!reader

♡ summary— after catching steve in the act, you couldn’t help but admit to him how much you enjoyed his little show.

♡ includes— SMUT 18+, perv!steve, slight perv!reader, cum eating?, tit worship?, praise, unprotected p in v (please don’t do this in real life, use protection), size kink (in the steve being hung kinda way), creampie, breeding kink, terrible ending because i’m so bad at endings sorry!!!!

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“I-I can explain!”

Steve rushed to pull up his boxers, fist all sticky and warm, smearing against the fabric when he tucked himself inside. He really couldn’t explain, not really, not when you had watched the whole thing— his big hand enveloping his cock and stroking it like his life depended on it, your name trickling from his lips all slurred and breathy whilst he came in thick, long ropes.

Yeah, he was totally screwed.

You were as quiet as a mouse, stood awkwardly against his door, mouth stuttering like a fish out of water, just wondering what on earth to say in a moment like this— especially now that your thighs were clamped shut, rubbing together to try and get a little friction on your poor little clit when it started to pulse.

“Sweetheart, I’m sorry— I know this is a little strange,” he rushed, sitting up now, thinking of reaching out for you, but deciding against it considering the state of his hand. “J-just please don’t be freaked out.”

Your eyes were as wide as saucers, blinking down at him with fluttering lashes, eyes flitting between his honeyed irises and his softening cock from underneath the confines of his boxers. Back and forth, back and forth— it didn’t help that it was still so big, clouding your mind with the filthy thoughts of getting fucked by your best friend’s older brother.

“Please don’t tell Tiffany, she’ll fucking kill me—” he rambled on and on, pleading you and apologising, though you weren’t really listening, too focused on the way the lower part of his stomach glistened with the sticky traces of his pearly cum. “—I’ll do anything, I swear! I’ll—”

“Steve-” you spoke, voice cracking a little from your lack of speech, huffing a little when he didn’t listen, just continuing his uttering, brows furrowed and his chest heaving, hair all haphazard and messy from his hands constantly tugging at it.

“I’ll understand if you never want to speak to me again, it’s just—”

“Steve!” His gaze snapped up towards you, bottom lip suckled between his teeth and he had to try and stop the sudden throbbing of his cock— you were a fucking picture before him, skimpy shorts and all, eyes all wet and swarming with something he couldn’t quite put his finger on.

He wondered if that’s what your pretty eyes would look like if he had his cock down your throat, but he quickly shook that thought away.

“I’m not-” you cleared your throat, fiddling with your fingers and peering down at your feet, face flushed and searing. “I’m not freaked out, Stevie.”

Stevie. He inwardly swooned, you had been calling him that ever since Tiff had introduced the two of you, and it didn’t help the swell of his cock. Such a fucking perv, he thought to himself.

“You’re not?” His eyes were big, somewhat hopeful, shifting towards the swell of your tits from underneath your top every once in a while, gulping down the spit that gathered under his tongue at the thought of your nipples all hard and pretty, his lips wrapped around them just suckling so—

“Nope.” You shook your head, “I- well I kind of liked it, I guess.”

Your cheeks burned, a flush travelling all the way down to your neck, completely embarrassed, though you hadn’t any need to be, especially since Steve literally came at the thought of you. Enough said.

Steve’s mind was in a tizzy, lashes fluttering as if he couldn’t believe the words that you had spoken— he licked his lips, reddening them further and his mouth twitched up ever so slightly.

“You did?”

“Mhm.”

There was a beat of silence, gazes heavy and warm, gulping down breaths in his stuffy room and toeing nervously at the carpet.

“Come ‘ere,” you could barely hear him, voice so soft and smooth, eagerly watching you step towards him, standing between his legs and letting your hands clutch nervously at his bare shoulders.

His eyes traveled along your body, soaking up every little bit he could get, spying every little thing that made his cock already half-hard— the picture before him just bound to stay tucked in the back of his mind until the end of fucking time.

“So pretty,” he cooed, breathy still, transfixed on the growing wet patch between your thighs, “this all for me?”

Steve’s hand, the one not covered in cum, cupped at your mound, groaning at the feeling on his palm, all warm and wet, just begging to be taken care of.

You nodded, pout prominent on your spit-slick lips, stroking at his shoulders and down his thick biceps, squeezing softly when he put the tiniest bit of pressure upon your clit.

You caught sight of his other hand— your mouth watering, a little too eager to have a taste, running your own hand along his arm before hooking your fingertips around his wrist.

You brought his hand up to your lips, pushing two of his sticky fingers between your plush lips, eyelids fluttering closed at the salty taste on your tongue, humming around his thick digits.

“Christ-” his breath hitched, caught in his throat, completely transfixed by your sweet lips and how beautiful you looked when you had your mouth full.

You pulled them out of your mouth with a pop, lips twitching up when you caught sight of his open mouth.

“There you go, Stevie-” you were so fucking sweet, “all cleaned up.”

Any more and I’ll blow my fucking load, he thought, trying to slow his breath and compose himself, thumb tracing back and forth along the pudge of your cheek while you smiled all gooey and soft down at him.

“Didn’t think you were such a dirty girl,” he hummed, stroking his knuckles along your chin and down your neck, resting along your collarbone before his fingers wrapped loosely around your throat, bringing you forward in his hold and pressing your lips together.

The kiss was messy, full of tongue and spit, pulling back to suckle on lips and teeth clashing when you tried to get closer— you had been waiting for this, dreaming about it, just like Steve had. Fuck, you didn’t have enough fingers to count how many times you had touched yourself over the thought of him, getting all worked up if he was even in the same room as you, always fighting so hard to excuse yourself and fuck yourself knuckle-deep in their family bathroom.

And when you were walking along the landing, completely minding your own business, just wanting a glass of water from downstairs, you could hear him. Whining and moaning and crying out— the slick sounds of him fucking his fist making your mind all fuzzy and you were sure you’d started to drool, so naturally, you made your way into his room.

Fuck, I’m such a perv, you thought.

Maybe you and Steve were a lot more alike than you thought.

“Come sit in my lap, honey-” you wasted no time, pussy gushing at the rasp of his voice, rumbling throughout his chest and letting a moan slip once you scrambled up into his lap, already rutting down onto his hardness, letting your breath hitch when he kneaded the soft, doughy globes of your ass. “There you go- such a needy little thing, hm?”

You keened at his touch, sighing into the air when his mouth attached to your neck, suckling at the delicate skin, leaving little bite marks before swiping his tongue over them.

“Shit,” he muttered through kisses, mouth back on yours, still hot and sloppy, pulling back between words just to connect the two of you again. “what about Tiff?”

“She passed out a little while ago-” you whined, his fingers dipping under the elastic of your shorts and slipping beneath your underwear, middle finger running up the length of your slit, feeling how wet you were, how wet he had made you. “just want you, Steve.”

“Yeah? You wanna get fucked by your best friend’s brother—” he smirked up at you, “she’s only behind that wall, honey, and you’re still so desperate f’me.”

He used his other fingers to spread your folds apart, dipping a finger into your hole, collecting the wetness there to lube up the peak of your clit, pressing down so deliciously and rolling it between his fingers.

“So wet f’me, too,” he hummed, pressing a chaste little kiss to your flushed cheek, “can’t wait to eat this pretty pussy, bet you taste so sweet, honey.”

Your eyes began to roll back, whining at his crude words and the thought of those pretty lips of his wrapped around your clit, just suckling and licking and eating you like you were his last fucking meal.

But that was for later— he’d have his head between your thighs for as long as you’d let him, though he couldn’t resist the ache of his cock, so hard he thought he would pop and he had only came merely minutes before.

“You like the sound of that, sweet girl? Once I’m done fucking you, you can have whatever you like, how does that sound?”

You were nodding furiously, all cock-drunk and dumb, pouting at him with glistening eyes, tears starting to ebb over your waterline.

He tugged at the neckline of your top, pulling it down so the weight of your tits popped out of the material, on display for him to marvel at, nipples stiff, mouth-wateringly so.

“Been hidin’ these from me, honey-” he clicked his tongue, cupping them in his big hands and thumbing over your pebbled nipples. “how could you keep these pretty things all to yourself, hm?”

Any chance of you answering his question was out the window as soon as his lips puckered around your nipple, sucking it into his mouth and flicking his tongue over it before pulling away with an obscene pop.

“Oh, Stevie!” You crooned, taking a fistful of his hair, tangling your fingers into the strands and tugging at the roots, earning a few whines from him as a response. “they’re all yours— all f’you.”

He hummed at that, sponging little kisses along the valley of your tits, lips so slick and messy, you had to pull his face away he was that desperate to have your tits in his mouth.

“Stevie, come on,” you whined, pressing your mouth to his, but pulling away promptly— pout ever prominent. “Want you to fuck me.”

“I know, sweetheart, I know.” He cooed, “gotta be patient f’me though, honey, or I won’t give you what you want.”

Steve pushed at your hips— up, up, up, he had said, helping you stand while his fingers hooked under your shorts and panties, pulling them down the thickness of your thighs and having you kick them off to the side. He made a mental note to keep them panties for later, y’know, for scientific reasons…

“Oh look at her-” he was cooing at you, almost mockingly, cupping your hot pussy and feeling you drip onto his palm. “She loves me already, honey— such a pretty fuckin’ pussy.”

You were growing restless, antsy on your feet, thighs squeezing around his wrist and clawing at his shoulders, a small Stevie, please, falling from your puffy lips, and he couldn’t deny that pretty face even if he tried.

“On the bed, baby,” he shuffled on the mattress, kneeling now, watching while you climbed onto the bed, “hands and knees- that’s it, you know what to do- such a good girl.”

You settled yourself, sinking down so your face was smushed against his pillows, your ass in the air, wiggling up at him, so eager for his cock to split you open.

His boxers were pushed to his thighs, cock hard, achingly so, his pre-cum dripping in long, silvery lines and smearing along your pussy lips when he swiped his head against you.

“Look at that, pussy’s fuckin’ drooling,” his tip swiped along your folds, nudging against your clit with every pass over and you had to bite at his pillow to stop yourself from crying out. “how bad d’you want it, sweet girl?”

“So bad, Stevie!” You whined, eyes practically rolling to the back of your skull, “want your big cock inside me- want you to stretch me out and fill me up so good!”

“Filthy girl.” He didn’t waste any time, pushing into your slick entrance, slowly inching in, feeling you stretch so deliciously around him— barely going halfway before deciding that was all you could take for now.

“S-so big,” you cried, squeezing around him and gasping breathily when he grabbed at your ass to steady you.

“Fuck- stop squeezin’ me, honey, or I’ll fucking cum.”

If you weren’t so delirious, you would’ve laughed— you probably would’ve called him pathetic, though you were sure that you were just the same.

The two of you took a breather for a minute or so, basking in the warmth of his cock inside you, filling you up to the brim, his chest pressed tightly against your back now, the course dark hairs on his chest tickling at your skin.

“Move.” Your whine was more than enough to have him pull out all the way to the tip, just to push back inside again, being careful not to give you too much— he was so big after all, so long and incredibly thick, it would be a long while of you getting used to him to take everything he endowed.

Back and forth, back and forth, thrusts so hard and reaching the deepest spots, nudging at your g-spot and causing your toes to curl— his shaky breaths fanned along your neck, lips against your ear while he let out those cute little moans.

“Shit- that’s it-” he gasped, “can feel me in your fucking guts, huh, baby?”

You were crying out, tears streaming down your puffy cheeks and soiling his pillows, meeting his thrusts as you bounced back onto his cock.

“Not gonna-” you stuttered, sobbing into the sheets at a hard jab of his cock, “can’t-”

“What is it, honey? Use your words like a big girl.”

Fuck, how could you when he was fucking you so good, practically in your stomach— you were dripping all over him, a creamy ring of your arousal around the base of his cock, and you knew that coil in your belly would snap soon.

“Not gonna last,” you sighed, “gonna cum.”

“Atta girl,” he smacked a kiss to your sweaty cheek, “cum f’me, sweet girl. Soak my fuckin’ cock.”

It was a flurry of stars and swirly sparkles when you came, flooding your irises and clouding your vision for a short while, unable to think nor see, just feel— his fat cock still pistoned inside you, and your clenching walls had his hips stuttering and his breath all heavy and hot in your ear.

“Shit— you’re creamin’ me, honey-” you felt so filthy in the best way, arching your back even further if it was even possible, craning your neck to the side to connect your mouths together, kissing and licking into his mouth, anything to muffle your moans and sharp whines— you just hoped Tiffany would stay in that deep slumber of hers.

You could feel him throbbing, stomach muscles tensing, his thrusts starting to falter and turn sloppy.

“Steve—” you kept kissing him, eyes rolling at the overstimulation, cunt completely abused and raw, though you couldn’t help the swelling of another orgasm. “Want— want your cum.”

“Christ, you can’t just say something like that,” he whined, thinking back to when he had his cock in his fist, daydreaming about you all round and full with his babies.

“I mean it, Stevie— want you to fill me up, just cum f’me, please!” The ruts he made had fastened in pace, the weight of him heavy against your back, the feeling so delicious it made your clit start to tingle again.

“Yeah, my good girl— gonna cum, fill this pussy up— make sure we don’t waste a drop, gotta make sure it takes- shit, sweetheart!” Steve was babbling, sweat dripping down his forehead and causing his hair to stick, chasing his orgasm, and after already cumming once before not too long ago, he knew it was gonna be powerful.

He spilled into you with a drawn out moan, slowing down and breathing heavier than before, thick ropes of cum painting your insides, and filling you with an endless warmth.

Steve pulled back to watch his cum dribble from around his cock, before slipping out of you, just to push back inside again, over-sensitive and quivering, making sure he stuck to his word and every drop of cum was pushed back inside you.

There was a little voice in the back of his mind, wondering what it’d be like if you did get pregnant— what would Tiff say? Shit, he couldn’t think about that, not while he was still inside you.

He felt you shift underneath him, pressing himself against your back again, sponging soft, chaste kisses to the back of your neck.

“What is it, honey?”

“Don’t want you to pull out yet.” He could tell how delirious you were, still dumb and drunk on his cock, mind all fuzzy and in a subby haze. “Want you to stay inside.”

“Alright, greedy girl,” he teased, “can stay here as long as you like.”

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ameliora-j · 6 months

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Stepbrother!Eddie x stepbrothers!friend Steve? Maybe reader and Eddie have been together before and Eddie invites Steve to join?

𐐪𐑂 it’s twisted tuesday! send in ur requests ᵕ̈

content: stepcest, stepbrother!eddie, brothers bestfriend!steve, unprotected piv, spit roasting, slut!reader (idk how else to put it LMAO), pussy eating, hair pulling, degradation, anal play, impact play, DARK CONTENT, THIS IS AN 18+ BLOG MDNI

you jump as your door slams open, causing your eyeliner to slide across your face. “eddie you ass! you ruined my makeup!” you yell, throwing a stuffed animal at him. he smirks, catching the makeshift weapon with ease as he shakes his head.

you groan, standing up and beginning to try and shove him out of the room. “get out! why are you in here?! mom!” you yell in annoyance, slapping at his chest.

“cool out dude, our parents aren’t home” he laughs as his hands are up, defending himself from your slaps. “besides, i was coming to ruin your makeup anyway, pretty girl” he pouts mockingly, wrapping his arms around your waist. “so cute all feisty” he chuckles, kissing your nose softly.

“awh… you think i’m gonna let you get your dick wet after you annoyed me” you give him a mocking pout back. “that’s cute” you giggle softly, easily slipping out of his arms and walking back over to the vanity to clean off your makeup.

he waits a bit, his arms crossed over his chest as he watches you with a smirk of amusement. he hums, walking over and kneeling behind you as you’re bent over in the mirror. “what are you doing?” you ask, furrowing your brows. you shriek as eddie pulls off your robe, leaving you practically bare.

to say you weren’t expecting this would be a lie. you wore a black lacy set that had crotchless panties—leaving nothing to the imagination even with all the straps and garters. “you naughty slut” eddie tuts, slapping your ass. he hums softly, twirling the little bunny plug you had nestled in your little hole. “you wanted this” he chuckles, licking a bold stripe over your wettening cunt.

“i think the sweetest thing about you,” he hums as he pushes you to be bent over the dresser. “‘s no matter how many times i use your holes…” he hums, licking from your clit to your pulsing hole, moaning at the taste. “you still think i need permission to take what i want” he growls, diving into your cunt.

you gasp, moaning loudly as you grip the edge of the dresser. “eddie!” you whine. “fuck eddie please!” you moan loudly.

eddie is everywhere and nowhere all at once. his mouth envelopes your cunt, his tongue twirling around your clit before teasing at your hole, then going back again. you’re practically crying with pleasure as you grind back against his face, your eyes rolling and your jaw dropped as continuous moans spill past your lips.

his tongue pushes into your weeping hole and you let out a loud whine, reaching back and pushing his face closer. he groans, slapping your ass cheeks a few times as he assaulted your cunt with his mouth.

“‘m… eds i’m gonna cum. i needa cum” you beg, whimpering pathetically as he pulls back. “edsss” you whine, turning and frowning at him.

“i want to feel you cum on my cock, baby” he hums, slapping your ass a few times. “go lay on the bed for me,” he commands lowly. you hurry to do so, climbing on your bed and positioning yourself on your hands and knees. you arch your back, presenting your ass for eddie as you wiggle a bit.

eddie palms his cock through his pants as he eyes you, groaning softly as he takes his lip between his teeth. “missed that pussy, baby” he murmurs as he walks over to you.

you hear him undoing his belt behind you, and that’s all the warning that you receive before he’s forcing his cock into you in one go. “eddie!” you practically scream, clenching tightly around him as you reach back and try to push his hips away. “please…” you whimper.

eddie growls, slapping your ass roughly. “hands off” he demands, pushing your hand away. “behind your back. hold your forearms” he grunts. you whimper softly, pouting as you follow the order, holding your forearms behind your back as eddie begins to pound your cunt mercilessly.

with your parents gone, you’re free to let loose all the moans you want to, practically screaming out eddie’s name as tears of pleasure flow down your cheeks. he forewent a condom, causing you to feel every dip and ridge of his cock. the ruddy, leaking head presses against your gspot over and over, and eddie assures you can do nothing but lay there and take it.

you’re so deeply lost in the pleasure of being pounded by your stepbrothers cock that you fail to hear the door open, nor do you hear steve harrington calling out eddie’s name. your eyes are rolled back as loud moans tumble past your lips with each drag of eddie’s cock against your sensitive pussy. the man behind you slapping at your ass and spewing swears and profanities, pussy drunk with the feeling of finally being able to take you however he wanted with your parents gone.

when you open your eyes, you see the man leaning against your doorframe and whine softly. you clench tighter around eddie at the knowledge of being watched, your hips twitching as your cunt becomes impossibly wetter. “you hear that, harrington?” eddie chuckles, pausing his thrusting. he pulls back then pushed back in slowly, still pounding against your gspot causing you to whine. “she likes that you’re here” he taunts.

before either men can say more, you whine, looking up at steve with wide eyes. “please stevie… lemme suck your cock” you pout, moaning again as eddie picks his pace up once more.

“see that? a perfect slut she is” eddie taunts to steve, speaking as if you’re not in the room. “she’d do anything to have a cock in her” he chuckles, twirling the plug in your asshole before slowly pulling the toy out. “she loves being full” he whispers, beginning to thrust the toy in your tiny hole.

you gasp, your eyes rolling in pleasure as you push back against him. “please…” you beg desperately.

“i can’t deny a pretty beggar like that” steve taunts, pulling his hardening cock free from its constraints. he spits on his hand, stroking it as he walked over to you. your mouth was open and waiting, tongue out and awaiting the treat of his cock.

unlike eddie, steve gives warning. he grips your hair gently in one hand, pushing it back as he uses the other to rub the head of his cock over your tongue. he lets out a low moan, pushing his cock into your mouth and forcing you to meet him halfway until he’s pressed deep into your throat. you let out a harsh gag, pulling your head back.

eddie growls, gripping your hair and dragging you up until your back was against his chest. “don’t you fucking embarrass me bitch” he grunts, slapping your tits roughly, assuring that his cold rungs come in contact with your hardened nipples.

“sorry ‘m sorry!” you shriek, sobbing and flinching at the hits.

“take his cock the proper way, bitch. the way that i know you fucking can” he orders. you nod rapidly and eddie shoves you forward again. steve laughs mockingly at you, giving you no warning this time before beginning to fuck your face harshly.

the two men push and pull you on and off of each other’s cocks, making it abundantly clear that this was in no way about your pleasure, but instead their own. eddie holds your hips, beginning to fuck you harder as his hips stutter a few times.

“you better not cum until you milk us both whore” eddie reminds, slapping your ass. you whine, nodding as best you can around steve’s thick cock as he forces you to deepthroat him. your nose presses against his pelvis, making you swallow a few times to force down your gags.

steve groans as he thrusts into your mouth harder, forcing his cock into your throat repeatedly, uncaring of your comfort or pleasure. “shit… oh fuck i’m gonna cum bitch. gonna fill this slut pussy with my babies” eddie groaned, his head falling back a bit.

at the same time, you feel steve’s cock twitching in your throat, and your legs begin to shake harshly. “come on whore… cum with us i know you want to” steve mocks.

steve and eddie both force you down on their cocks, filling you to the brim with their cum as you cream all over eddie’s cock, whining repeatedly around steve. you whimper softly, swallowing all his cum as he slowly pulls out, whining as you lose the contact of both him and eddie.

it’s not long before you’re feeling pleasure once more, eddie leaning down and cleaning his cum from your cunt. he wraps his mouth around your pussy, licking and sucking, slurping at his and your mess combined. steve groaned, chuckling a bit as he watched. “you two are fucking sick” he chuckled, causing you to giggle dazedly.

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creelteeth · 2 years

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quiet down ( steve harrington x reader )

summary: you spend the night at your best friend’s house and her older brother steve decides to join you for movie night. somehow, some way, the two of you end up alone and things get heated.

word count: 5.3k

content warnings: smut (18+ only) , afab reader, virgin reader, mutual pining, some angst, oral (both receiving), throat fucking, innocence kink (kind of), praise kink, reader is in high school but they're 18.

just like every other friday night, you found yourself at your bestfriend's house for movie night and a sleepover. it was ritual at this point, she'd pick you up for school that morning and you'd return home sunday evening.

today was not much different except for the fact that Steve, her older brother, would be joining you. His job at Family Video seemed to benefit you guys. you always got the discounts— you’d also get to have first pick of the newly released tapes. When the two of you heard that Top Gun had finally made its way to Hawkins, you begged him to bring it home. normally, Steve would just deliver the movie and you'd watch it in her bedroom but, his condition for this particular film was that he would get to watch too since he also wanted to see it. and you.

Your friend whined a bit at the idea of her obnoxious brother joining in on the movie, since according to her, he hogged the popcorn and talked too much. you, on the other hand didn't mind if he joined in, though you'd never admit it to anyone, you had a massive crush on Steve. That of which showed itself a bit when you made sure to pick the cutest pajamas you owned for this weekend's slumber party. The Head Harringtons were out of town so you settled for something rather skimpy. Lucky for you, your best friend was too oblivious to recognize the extra efforts you'd put in.

the two of you laid out in living room floor talking about the day you had while waiting for steve's shift to end. somehow in the midst of all your conversations the topic of boys came up. she had her high school sweetheart, ricky, who she absolutely adored. you didn't have the same luck as her, which didn't matter much. apart from your crush on Steve, which you obviously couldn't spill the beans on, you didn't have much to talk about.

"come on, there's gotta be someone you like? what about Jason Carver?" she sat up to show the Hawkins High 85' yearbook to you, finger pointing to the picture of the basketball team.

you looked over the picture, eyes fixing on the person standing next to jason, that person being steve.

"ugh, no. jason is so annoying, plus he's all over chrissy this year." you shrugged off her question, reaching out to close the yearbook.

you knew the crush you had on steve was unrequited. you figured if you waited it out, once you went away for college you'd find someone else to spend your time fawning over. though part of you was also convinced that steve was the perfect person for you. he always felt so close, made you feel so safe, but he was always stuck on nancy wheeler or some other girl and you'd continue to be just kid to him. and of course, above everything else, your best friend would absolutely murder you.

it was about this time that steve arrived home. he managed to convince robin to cover the rest of his shift so he could get home to the two of you. he didn't wanna leave you home alone for too long, and truth be told he was excited to be able to hang out with you guys.

you'd been too occupied with your conversation to hear him come in the house. steve rounded the corner to see you laying on your stomach with a pillow stuffed under your chin— your feet up in the air swaying mindlessly.

the position you laid in made him stop in his tracks. he stood silently for a second, taking in the sight of you and the unreasonably small pajamas you'd decided to wear tonight. the little blue shorts you wore had hiked up a bit with the position you were in, showing off the soft curve of your ass. your thighs spread far enough apart that he swore he could see the perfect outline of your cunt. he'd never seen this much of you before, the sight before him making his mouth go dry.

it didn't take long for your friend to notice steve standing silently in the arched entry way. she'd been in the middle of stretching when she looked over her shoulder to see him gawking.

"ahh! Steve, you creep what are you doing home so early?" she yelped, sitting up to grab the nearest pillow to throw in his direction.

"sorry, sorry! " he repeated, stepping to the side to dodge the item sent in his direction. "I got off early so you wouldn't have to be alone in the house." he explained, clearing his throat at the end.

when you noticed him standing behind you, you scrambled to sit up. you yanked the nearest blanket over your legs suddenly regretting the bright idea you had to dress for his attention. he hadn't even looked at you yet, part of you was relieved while the other part of you was bummed.

"okay, fine, but don't creep up on us like that...did ya bring the snacks we asked for?" she spoke, batting her eyes up at her older brother, reaching out for the plastic bag that dangled off his fingers.

steve finally walked into the room, handing off the bag to then go place the tape he brought home into the VCR. why won't he look at you?

"yep, razzles for you and watermelon ring pop for the kid." steve hummed, plopping down on the recliner across the room.

the kid. he always called you that, or some variation of it, but for some reason it was extra frustrating to hear this time. the night had only just begun and you already felt incredibly stupid. you'd talked yourself into the idea that if you dressed up and spent some time with him that maybe he'd see you differently but clearly that wasn't going to happen. not when he wouldn't even look in your direction.

while you argued with yourself silently, steve was doing the same. he wasn't intentionally ignoring you, but he knew that he couldn't look cause if he looked, he'd stare. he took notice of your change in attire, his ego telling him that you dressed that way to catch his eye. if that was the case, you certainly succeeded.

steve had always prided himself in being good to you while also respecting his sister's wishes. if he had it his way, he'd have you but, he knew that wasn't going to work out. didn't stop him from thinking about it though. the image of you laid out in the floor was playing on repeat in his mind. he only saw it for a second but he was sure he had a perfect, practically photographic memory of what it looked like.

you sat through majority of the movie in silence, focusing your attention on the watermelon candy. you had it stuck on your pinky, lips wrapped around it. you'd pull back with a quiet puh! sound every once in a while.

the dimly lit room made it easy for you to remain unaware of the side eyes steve was giving you. he'd been doing his best to stay focused on the film, but he was majorly regretting buying that specific candy for you. every time he'd look over you'd be focused heavily on the movie, eyes fixed on tom cruise while your lips and tongue worked around the candy. his stomach churned knowing he shouldn't be looking at you in the way that he was. he felt awful, not just because you were his sister's friend but because he knew what you were doing was innocent. unfortunately, steve couldn't help the things it made him think about.

your friend had fallen asleep just before the end, snoring in the floor on a pile of pillows. when both you and steve recognized the noises you looked to the middle of the floor where she laid, then up to each other. it was the first time all night steve had looked you in the eyes. the tv illuminating his face enough for you to see his big brown eyes soften at the sight of you. the silence grew when the end credits rolled in, the two of you seemed to be waiting for someone to speak first but no one did.

instead, you got up to carry the empty popcorn bowl into the kitchen. Steve sat back in the chair, watching you walk off. he argued with himself for a minute. this was the first, and probably last time he'd ever get any chance to be alone with you before you left for college in a few months. he knew that if he didn't try now, there'd be no other opportunities. with that, he followed behind you, tiptoeing through the room careful not to wake his sleeping sibling.

you were standing in the kitchen drinking a glass of water when you heard footsteps. your stomach dropping at the sight of Steve. he was still dressed in his clothes from work. the navy blue polo hugged his muscles so well, well enough to make your stomach flutter. the way he looked when he walked in made it seem like he wanted to speak so you waited, both hands wrapped around the glass.

steve didn't really have a plan for when he got you alone, he could hardly focus when he saw you there in the outfit you wore. eyes scanning over you slowly, drinking you in.

the slow scan of your body made you cower a bit, sitting the glass down to cross your arms in front of the part of your stomach that was showing.

watching you shy away brought a faint smirk to his lips. he stepped forward, leaving only a few inches between you. as much as he would've loved to ease into it, he didn't know how much time he had.

"steve?" you asked, looking up at him like a lost puppy.

"hm?" he hummed, hand coming up to grab at your chin, his thumb smoothing over the edge of your jaw.

you could feel your heart pounding inside your chest, body frozen underneath him. there was absolutely no way this was happening. no fucking way.

you wanted to speak but no words made their way out. all you did was stand there, big puppy dog eyes staring up at him.

"did you dress like this for me?" steve asked, his hand moving away from your chin, finger tracing the extremely low neckline of your top.

the question made your breath catch, were you that obvious? you considered an answer for a second, before ultimately giving him a sheepish nod.

"ah, use your words." he tutted, finger grazing over the exposed parts of your chest. he couldn't help but smile at the way he could see your nipples begin to protrude the thin fabric, hardening into stiff peaks with just a few light touches.

"yes.. I did— ‘m sorry." you breathed out, eyes dropping to the floor embarrassed by your desperate attempts. you weren’t sure why you chose to apologize, it just felt necessary.

steve didn't reply with words, instead his hand came back up. this time he took a firmer grasp on your chin, tilting it back so that he could duck down. his closeness pulling a whimper from you.

"you've got my attention now, sweetheart. what do you want with it?" he spoke into the curve of your neck, lips planting small kisses up to your jaw.

you stammered a bit, eyes blinking shut.

steve was kissing you.

just as you were about to admit your wants — a slew of word vomit ready to spill from you , your friend began to toss n' turn. the sleepy moan reminding you both where you were. you choked down the speech you wanted to give about how much you adored him, loved him, needed him. instead, you settled for something much more feasible.

"want you.." you muttered, a brave hand coming up to press flat against the already growing bulge in his jeans.

steve was shocked by your sudden confidence, a groan vibrating out of him at the sudden contact. he reached down to grab your wrist, pulling the hand off him so that he could step back. he looked over his shoulder at the girl who was still asleep. sending her a telepathic apology. he knew he was going to pay for what was to come but god he couldn't help it. steve never had the opportunity to be selfish, tonight he was going to do exactly that.

he looked back over to you, then to the stairwell. bringing a finger up to his lips to shush you, his other hand still on your wrist guiding you to follow him up to his bedroom. you did your best to stay quiet, though you could hear your own heartbeat echoing in your ears.

you made it up the stairs and into his room successfully. the second the door was shut, his lips were on you. the kiss was sweet at first, he walked you backwards to lay back on his bed — once you wrapped your legs around his waist it became hungry and desperate. sloppy wet noises echoed around the bedroom, his hands eagerly roaming about your body, slipping under your shirt to paw at your chest.

you moaned into his mouth, back arching up against his touch. you felt yourself become dazed, eager hands finding his body the same way his found yours. you wanted to take your time with him, to let him be the person who took all of you— but somehow admitting to him that this was going to be your first felt embarrassing.

rather than admitting that, you turned the attention on him. tugging weakly at the button that held his jeans together until eventually you got it to pop open. you attempted push his pants down but he swatted them away— his swollen lips working against yours. you wanted to be close, as close as possible, wanted to exhaust every fantasy you'd had over the years but there just wasn't enough time.

"steve," you mumbled against his lips, pulling back to catch your breath.

he took the break to catch his breath too, brushing his messy hair off his face.

"need you.. please" you whined, hips raising off the bed to connect with his.

steve couldn't even begin to explain how badly he wanted to fuck you. he was dying to feel your pussy wrapped around him, but even more than that, steve needed a taste of it. he needed to have his face buried in between the puffy lips he caught somewhat of a glimpse of hours earlier.

"gonna take care of you, I promise." he nodded, kissing you one last time before moving down to be eye level with your sex.

you became a bit self conscious seeing him to close it, even more so when he pulled your shorts and underwear off in one fell swoop. your hands came up to cover your face, thighs clenching together. It was around this that made steve realize you were probably a lot more inexperienced than he'd imagined. he grabbed at your thighs, pressing a kiss to both of them.

"hey.. don't hide from me, let me see you." steve spoke quietly, his tone bringing you some comfort.

you sighed, keeping your hands over your face while slowly parting your legs. steve groaned, his mouth practically watering at the sight of you. you'd gotten so wet he could hear it when you legs parted, a string of slick connecting your folds.

"fuck, you're perfect." he insisted, hands coming down to rest on either side of your puffy mound.

he used his index fingers to spread you even farther apart, licking a long flat strip up the center. the contact causing you to gasp, your leaky hole spasming against his tongue.

"taste so fucking sweet. even better than I-" he mumbled against your sex, pausing between words to press a kiss to your sensitive button. smiling at the way it jumped under his touch. "..- imagined."

"please," you whined, your hands that were once covering your face now gripping at the bed.

he didn't need much more than that— still spreading you open with his fingers, steve began to lap at your hole. the tip of his tongue circling and dipping into the opening, his nose bumping against the tender bud. the new found contact pulled the most pitiful whimpers out of you, your thighs clamping shut around his head.

"steve, oh my god!" you'd almost forgotten about the fact that you needed to keep quiet. for a moment you didn't care but then remembered who was asleep downstairs.

you bit down on your bottom lip to stifle the noises, slippery wet walls clamping down around nothing while steve licked through your folds. he eventually worked his way up to your clit, lips wrapping around the throbbing button. he sucked harshly on the area, pulling a high pitched squeak out of you.

your thighs trembled desperately around his head, hips rutting upwards to hump against his face. he knew you were going to cum, drunk off the taste of you gushing into his mouth.

he kept his attention on your clit, his tongue making circles around it. he let you ride it out however you needed, a moan vibrating against you when you yanked on his hair.

" 'm gonna - fuck - im gonna cum steve" you mewled your words out, orgasm coming with the words spoken.

he kept his attention on you, letting you rutt against his tongue to ride out your orgasm. when you finally stopped trembling so much he pulled away. sitting back on his knees to look down at you, lips swollen and glistening with your remnants.

"c'mere" he exhaled, grabbing loosely at the base of your neck to pull you up into a kiss. the taste of you still fresh on his lips.

after a moment he pulled back from the kiss, smiling at you "see that? tastes so fucking good."

"better than you, imagined?" you repeated back the words he spoke to you moments before this — trying to wrap your mind around the fact that he imagined what you tasted like in the first place.

"yeah, baby. so much better than I'd imagined." he emphasized the last word, knowing that's what you were holding onto.

steve was not expecting anything in return, doing his best to ignore the painful mess going on between his legs. he looked at the clock by his bed, wondering if you two even had any time to do anything else. he was not yet ready to part from you, even if it meant just holding you.

you had other ideas though, sitting up on your knees you crawled forward to where he sat on the bed. his jeans were still on, hung low around his hips, low enough to show the tip of his cock pitching a tent in his boxers.

you watched him with those big wet eyes, ducking down to kiss over the clothed tip.

he hissed lowly at the contact, watching the arousal that soaked through the fabric smear across your lips.

"my turn?" you asked, looking up at him with the softest expression.

even if he wanted to, he couldn't say no to you. after so many hears of knowing him, you knew how to break him. all it took was batting those eyelashes at him for him to give you what you wanted.

"fuck, yes. your turn, baby." steve spoke, lifting his hips up to pull his bottoms off for you.

your eyes practically bulging out of your head at the sheer size of his cock. you knew it was big, it was always visible in whatever he wore, but you didn't expect it to be that thick. the swollen tip of it slapped against his stomach, a bead of pre dripping down the side.

"uh…stevie" you spoke, wrapping your hand around the base loosely.

"hm?" he replied, eyes watching you intently, cock jumping from the slightest contact.

"what do i do with it?" you kept your hand there, thumb tracing over the thick vein that ran up the side of it.

something about the question you asked made him exhale sharply, cock twitching in your grasp. maybe it had to do with the dumbfounded expression on your face.

you didn’t know how to touch him.

“oh, honey..” he whispered, hand coming up to cup your cheek, brows raising slightly. “you gotta put your mouth on it.”

you nuzzled against his palm for a moment, enjoying the softness before ducking down to let the swollen tip prod against you lips.

steve felt a moan get tangled up in his vocal chords— watching you kitten lick over the head of his cock made his body tense up. truthfully, he could probably cum from just this. seeing you treat his cock so sweetly was driving him absolutely insane.

he let you do what you wanted for a minute or two, but you didn’t go past taking short licks across the spongey pink tip. his balls tightening with every wet stroke of your tongue.

if you weren’t operating on short time, he’d have let you carry on for as long as you wanted but he needed more. rather that pushing your head down and risking your likely sensitive gag reflex he decided he’d teach you.

"poor thing, doesn't know how to suck cock?" he taunted you a bit, a lazy smirk playing across his lips.

the torment made your body heat up— you tried to come up with an excuse or reasoning but there wasn’t one. shaking your head no to his question, an embarrassed pout forming on your kiss swollen lips.

“oh, baby..” he sighed, “don’t worry, i’ll teach you everything you need to know.”

being the first person to fuck your throat was going to be so fun for him.

he pushed your hand off, replacing it with his own. angling the fat mushroomy tip for your mouth, letting it graze your pretty pink lips.

“spit on it.” he instructed, nodding when you tilted your head in confusion.

you did as you were told, letting a glob of spit drip off your tongue onto the head of his cock. you kept your eyes on him the entire time, waiting for what to do next.

“fuck— good job, just do what i tell you to. ‘kay?” steve breathed out, smearing the wetness around the girth.

you nodded, eyes dropping down to watch him stroke himself. he squeezed it tightly, making long slow strokes that pulled very gruff sounding noises out of him.

steve lifted his hips up, pushing his cock against your pout for you to taste him. instructing you through all of it.

“open up for me, wide.. wider— fuck there we go, good job, baby.” he groaned, eyes fluttering feeling your hot wet mouth wrap around the sensitive tip.

he knew that your gag reflex was probably very sensitive. more than that he also knew that his cock was going to be a lot for you to take, regardless of past experience— so, he was careful not to push very far in. stopping about a third of the way, he kept his hips still , wanting you to do the work.

your hand came up to grab at the base again, this time squeezing tighter. trying your best to mimic what he was doing, making shallow pumps.

“yeah, don’t be scared of it— there we go, just keep doin’ that.” steve moaned out his praises, his hand resting lightly on the back of your head. he had no intention of pushing it down, but he wanted to grab onto your hair if need be.

you caught the hang of it pretty quickly, hallowing out your cheeks to suckle on the half that was stuffed in your mouth.

it took everything in Steve not to lurch forward. he wanted nothing more that to lodge his big fat cock in the back of your throat, but he knew better than to do that. giving the back of your head some encouraging pets when you began to bob up and down.

"just like that, angel." he groaned, jaw hanging open.

he made the prettiest sounds. sounds that encouraged you to keep going, to get more brave with your actions.

slobber started to spill down the sides of his cock. Steve couldn't get over the sight before him.

"fucking hell, get it all wet f'me. " he slurred, cock throbbing in your mouth.

"you look so pretty like this, drooling all - shit - all over my cock. d'you like it? does it taste good?"

the words sputtered out of him, encouraging you to up the ante. you moaned an mhm around his cock at his question before pushing your head down as far as you could get it.

you didn't get very far before your throat started to protest the intrusion, gagging at the feeing of him prodding the back of your mouth. you were determined to carry on though — grabbing hold of his big muscular thighs to steady yourself, you tried to keep going but your throat tightened.

feeling your warm wet throat clench around him made nearly made him whimper.

he knew you were struggling against your gag reflex, he found it amusing how you determined you were.

" s'okay baby, you don't have to make it fit all the way." as much as he wanted you to swallow all of him, he didn't want you to push yourself. he was already nearing his edge, the tears welling up in your pretty eyes more than enough to send him over.

you gargled around him, whining in protest to his remark. you wanted it, wanted to take it.

"okay, alright, just sit there i'll help you fit it in. you gotta relax, let me push it in. whenever, fuck me, whenever you feel like you're gonna gag need you to swallow."

he did his best to explain the technique, hand pressing firmer against the back of your head so that he could begin sliding in. your slippery warm throat spasming around the sudden intrusion but to his surprise he got it in.

Steve reached one hand around to the front of your throat, finger tracing over the bulge.

you wiggled down as closely as you could go, nose buried in the thick patch of hair that grew around his cock. the scent of him was enough to make you dazed, eyes screwing shut to just feel him. feel every inch of him stuffed inside your drool filled mouth.

after some time steve started to rock back and forth slightly, his strokes were short and sweet but you loved it. flatting your tongue against the underside of his cock, swaying it from side to side to egg him on.

"shit.. gonna cum"

that seemed to be all he managed to say before his cock began to twitch violently. you could feel him pulsating inside you, cock remaining lodged in the back of your throat. every lasting drop of his hot sticky cum spilling into your mouth, you had no choice but to swallow it.

he stayed inside for a second longer to catch his breath. easing his way out of you so that you didn't sputter too much. finally having your mouth free against you coughed and hiccuped, using the back of your hand to wipe the drool off your chin.

Steve sat there panting, looking at you, he admired the way you looked. that just-got-fucked look wore so nicely on your pretty face.

"hey, come here." steve instructed, grabbing at your chin to pull you to eye level, planting yet another kiss to your lips.

this one was a bit sweeter than before, he let it linger a minute — but when the kiss ended the air in the room suddenly felt heavy. both of you realizing what just happened, it was a mix of post-coital bliss and existential dread.

you reached for the blanket on his bed, pulling it over your bare half. could feel your stomach doing flips. he was everything you ever wanted, maybe even more than that, yet you couldn't help but feel bad.

steve just looked at you for a minute, taking in the way you looked, thinking back on the way you felt. he contemplated going in for more, but then he remembered the time.

every morning at five, his sister gets up for a run. there wasn't much time left to be spent with you, only two more hours. he didn't have the heart to kick you out, not yet at least.

"Steve." you sighed, the buzz of it all starting to wear off when you noticed how late it was.

he only nodded, moving up to shimmy his boxers back on. he grabbed your discard clothing too, handing it to you. once you were dressed he got into bed, peeling back the covers on the empty side for you to climb into if you wanted.

he let you get settled, dropping an arm around your waist. you had laid facing him, nuzzling your face against his chest. it felt nice to be held by him, even though the pit in your stomach was only seeming to get heavier and heavier.

"it's gonna be fine, I promise... i'm not gonna say anything."

the beginning of his sentence soothed you in some way, but all that comfort got yanked away at the end. you had a secret now. a dirty one. you didn't regret it, neither of you did, but it felt like a ticking time bomb. the idea of sneaking around was exciting, of course, but you knew this was going to be the end of it.

"can we just stay like this for a bit?" you muttered, already dozing off in his arms.

you'd fallen asleep on his chest, the most out of those final hours before you heard the alarm blaring from the next room over. the thin walls working in your favor for once. you sat up quickly, trying to pry his heavy sleeping arm off your body so you could run to the other room before she came upstairs.

"steve.. steve move! " you whisper yelled until finally he turned the other way, groaning at you for disturbing him.

all the sleep leaving you when you heard her echoing a "hello?" from the bottom of the stairs.

you got up and ran into the bathroom, thanking god for the face that they seemed to share one. you bolted from one room to the other, throwing yourself on the mattress, covering yourself with the quilt. you kept your face buried in the pillow so that she'd think you were still sleeping.

to your surprise it worked, tiptoed in to grab her running shoes before worming her way back out.

once you were alone, it all set in. your throat was sore from the prior events, but you liked being able to still feel parts of him. the bruise at the roof of your mouth was going to stick around for a few days. it didn't feel real to you.

after a couple of hours of real sleep, both you and steve seemed to wake up at the same time. it was now around nine am on saturday, the both of you walking like zombies down the stairs to grab breakfast from the kitchen.

"jeez — what's gotten into you two? were you up late?" she looked over you, both of you having the same tired and dazed looks on your faces.

her question made steve cough into the cup of coffee he was sipping. you did your best to remain nonchalant, focusing heavily on the piece of toast you were smearing butter on.

he peered at you over the coffee mug, waiting for his sister to look away so that he could send you a wink. your hands fumbling over the butter knife.

this was going to be so very fun for Steve.

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From Alibi to Reality

A little something different, I hope you guys like it! Title brought to you by @nburkhardt. Please leave your thoughts in the comments!

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Steve knew he was going to act as Eddie’s beard for the cops and the town. That was a no-brainer, it was the only way to clear Eddie’s name. He discussed it with Hopper, the kids, and Robin. Everyone determined that the shock factor of Steve “The Hair” Harrington dating the town freak was the only thing that was going to change Powell’s mind and make him drop the charges. The thing no one could agree on was how to broach the subject.

Dustin thought that telling the police directly would be the best way, Robin thought they should build up to the declaration, and Nancy thought it was a stupid idea because no one would believe that lady-killer Steve Harrington was into a guy (little did she know). Regardless, all of his friends thought talking was the best course to take.

But Steve was a man of action, not words. All of the Party’s plans involved discussing their “relationship” like civilized adults. The problem was though, they weren’t talking to civilized adults. They were talking to his brother, a known dumbass, and the new Chief of Police that wanted to hunt down a bunch of kids because Jason fucking Carver told him to.

So he was going to handle this the way he handled every shitty situation thrown his way. He was going to wing it. It had worked for him thus far and it hadn’t failed him yet. So, for the rest of the Party’s meeting, Steve zoned out. He thought about how fucked he was going to be when his parents found out about this, how much shit he’d have to take from the rest of the town, and how ostracised he’d be. But it was the only way to clear Eddie’s name.

Eddie had jumped into the lake after him and saved his life before protecting Dustin from demobats. He was a part of the Party now and Steve would do anything to protect the Party. So, he was fine with ruining his reputation and probably being disowned by his parents for tainting the Harrington name. As long as Eddie was okay in the end, nothing else mattered.

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They neglected to tell Eddie the plan. He hadn’t seen any of the Party members since the police realized he was being treated at the hospital and barred anyone from seeing him until they questioned him. He was just minding his own business, ignoring the two doofus cops trying to question him, and looking forward to whatever the Party came up with to clear his name. Eddie wasn’t sure if whatever their plan was was going to work or even if they meant what they’d said. However, he had hope. Mostly because the only other option would be joining his dad in a cell for murders he didn’t even commit.

That’s when it happened. Steve stormed into his hospital room with a flourish, slamming the door against the wall and scaring the two cops.

Eddie watched as the tall one’s eyes narrowed, “Steve, you better have a good explanation for this one-“

He didn’t pay attention to what else was said. One minute, he was looking at an angry Harrington walking into his room and the next, said Harrington was kissing him. On the lips!

Mother of fuck, Eddie had died and gone to heaven because all of his dreams were coming true. He didn’t know what Steve was playing at but Eddie wasn’t complaining. He just slipped his eyes closed and kissed him back with equal fervor.

He was pulled from their passionate kissing by a loud, “Son of a bitch, Steve! The murderer?! What the fuck? I thought your taste was bad when you were dating the priss but now this? Jesus Fuck, bro!”

“Officer Callahan, please maintain your composure.”

“My composure?!” His voice was shrill as he shrieked in his own defense. “Powell, my brother is macking on fucking Munson! What the fuck? How am I supposed to maintain my composure?!”

Eddie pulled away from Steve, “your brother is Officer Callahan?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. Did that not come up when you were defiling my baby brother?!” Callahan yelled at him, waving his hands in the air maniacally.

“No, actually. It didn’t,” Eddie told him.

Callahan let out a sound of frustration before pointing at Steve, letting out another frustrated noise, and stalking out. Steve and Eddie turned to Powell who just looked tired.

“I assume this is why you wouldn’t tell us your alibi for the night of the murder, Munson?” He sighed.

“That’s right, there was no way in hell I was going to out my boyfriend. Apparently he does it himself though,” Eddie gave Steve the side eye. Why had he chosen to do this? He’d known the guy for like two weeks and he was just throwing his life away to protect Eddie. What the hell?

Powell turned to Steve, “is that true? Mr. Munson was with you the night that Chrissy Cunningham was murdered?”

“That’s right. We were watching The Rocky Horror Picture Show and Alien before going to bed. He stayed the whole night laying in bed next to me, there’s no way he could’ve murdered anybody,” Steve nodded.

Powell just shook his head at them, “fine, Munson. I’m clearing you but don’t leave town.”

“I won’t sir, thank you for doing your due diligence. It was at my expense but still, thanks,” Eddie said sarcastically.

He shot them one last disbelieving look before following his partner. Then all that was left was Eddie and Steve.

Eddie whipped his head around to Steve. “Now what the hell was that?!”

“Hey! Don’t talk to your boyfriend that way!”

“Seriously Steve-”

“Eddie, I swear to god if you don’t kiss me again in the next twenty seconds, I’ll go get Powell and tell him I changed my mind,” Steve threatened him with narrowed eyes.

How was Eddie supposed to refuse him after that?

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sheets - brother’s best friend!steve harrington x reader

warnings - 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, brother's best friend!steve x inexperienced!afab!reader, smut (unprotected sex [wrap it before you tap it], fingering, oral [reader receiving], p in v, loss of virginity + pain, blood), size kink if you squint, steve being a softy

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a/n - this started as a 200 word headcanon but now we're here lmao. hope you all had a lovely thanksgiving if you celebrate :D

It was shaping up to be a boring night. You were home from college, your parents weren't home for the time being and your brother had a friend over. They kept to themselves for most of the night so you wouldn’t have to interact with them at all.

That was until you wandered into the kitchen looking for something to drink when you saw him, Steve Harrington, slumped over a pizza box while your brother complained about something you couldn't care less about. You knew him from high school, he was in your brother's grade but to the best of your knowledge they didn't really talk to each other.

"Yeah, Steve trained me at Family Video and we've been attached at the hip ever since." Your brother explained, batting his eyelashes playfully while Steve tried to keep in his laughter.

"Wanna slice?" You looked to Steve, and nodded, taking the piece from his hand. When you skipped off to your room you could feel his eyes on your back, trailing down to your ass cheeks that peeked out of your shorts as you climbed the stairs.

Steve had always been a terrible sleeper. Once your brother had fallen asleep he found himself staring at the ceiling and decided to wander around and explore. He discovered the upstairs bathroom decorated like the beach, the wall covered in family photos and childhood artwork, and an oversized dying plant that sat in the corner of the hallway.

Eventually, Steve came across a room with light colored walls, soft looking sheets, and stuffed animals on the bed. Oh god, he thought, this was your room.

Before he could even process the thought you stood behind him in the door frame. He jumped, you apologized and invited him in. "Couldn't sleep?" Steve shrugged at your words "Me either."

Steve caught himself staring at you. Your arms held the stuffed bear in your lap as you went on about classes and your crazy roommate. "I have better friends than I did in high school, though. They're a lot nicer, and there's more of them." You giggled.

"You've probably got a smart, sweater vest wearing, ‘The Jesus And Mary Chain’ listening college boyfriend too, huh?" You both froze. Steve was surprised by his own words. Sure, he knew of you in high school and you had been talking for the better part of an hour at that point but he didn't consider the two of you to be close. Actually, he was quite close to you physically, close enough to hear you gulp when he mentioned you having a boyfriend. "Sorry, I don't know where that came from I just-"

"No it's fine, I don't have a boyfriend. Haven't ever really had anything serious actually." Steve watched as you got nervous, squeezing the bear in your grip a little tighter. Even he could feel how he was holding the blanket under him in his fist subconsciously. It was so soft, delicate.

When Steve looked up from his hands he caught you burrowing your eyes into him. Your face warmed and you bit the inside of his cheek while he chuckled.

Something about you was making Steve ache, maybe it was the implied innocence that came with your comment, or the gentleness of your room. Whatever it was made him adjust his spot on your bed.

“But you’ve kissed a boy before, right?” He prodded, moving impossibly close to you. “Uh huh, I just,” You trailed off, averting your gaze while Steve continued staring. He could pick up on the tension in your quiet voice, and surprisingly it was making his dick strain in his plaid pants.

“Nobody’s ever touched you, huh?” Steve took a big hand to your thigh, getting a gentle gasp from you as he did. It was a bold move, something more akin to his high school days. You had awoken something in him, and he barely knew what to do with himself. “N-No, I’ve never, I-” He cut you off with a squeeze to your skin.

He wanted to kiss you, touch you, fuck you. Steve wanted to be your first.

Steve noticed how close you had gotten to him, the way you were unsubtly staring at his lips. He took his hand from your thigh and heard you sigh before moving the hand to your face. He pulled you closer to him and kissed your mouth softly.

You stayed like that for a moment before Steve began to move your lips a bit. He was gentle with you, like you were fragile and might fall into pieces in his hands, though inside you felt like you just might.

“Y/n,” Steve could feel you shudder as he rested his forehead against yours. “I wanna make love to you, would you let me do that?” Your face was hot against his. “Please, Steve, please.”

Cautiously, Steve laid you down on the bed beneath you. His lips briefly returned to yours before pressing against the underside of your jaw. He nipped at the skin, taking in your scent and the desperate sounds you were making. “Never had anyone hold you like this, huh?” He could feel you shake your head. “How about we take your pants off? Would that be okay?” You didn’t give him an answer, instead you went for the jaw string of your cotton shorts and slid them down your thighs.

Steve could have fallen to his knees at the sight of your panties; pastel pink with the tiniest white bow and the biggest wet spot over your cunt. You started to get nervous when Steve got quiet, his head hovering above your crotch as he studied you intensely. “So pretty.” He whispered, slowly moving himself down to kiss you through the soaked cloth.

You shrieked, loud enough to concern Steve. “Hey, gotta keep it down, okay? Can’t wake up your brother, alright?” You bit your lip in an attempt to suppress your groans, though Steve knew that would be little help to you.

“So fucking needy, I kissed you through your panties and it made you moan like that? How are you gonna handle it when I actually touch you?” Steve took his fingers and rubbed little circles through your underwear. You covered your own mouth, it only muffled your noises a little. Your legs kicked a bit to his sides, so Steve took his free hand to hold your thigh down.

Steve continued his slow work, taking in the sweet cries you mumbled into your pillow. He took the soft fabric into his fingers and pried them to the side, darting his eyes up to you to check in. “I’m gonna touch you without your panties, if that’s-” You interrupted, reaching a hand up to your headboard. “Okay, okay. Just do it.”

In an instant, the pad of his fingertip was pressing through your folds. You yelped, though Steve tried to shush and talk you down. “You’re so tight, baby, ‘doubt I’m gonna get another finger in there.” Your eyebrows pressed together as you sat up a bit to look at him. “But I thought you were gonna have sex with me. Can we just skip this and like, you know.”

Steve removed his finger slowly, making your face twist up a little bit. “I gotta stretch you out if you’re gonna take my cock, babe. But I don’t even know if we're gonna get that far.” You frowned even harder and threw your head back.

Your frustration just made Steve hell bent on fucking you. He rested himself back between your thighs and kissed them softly. Testing the waters, Steve planted a kiss on your bare pussy, absorbing your moans as he did. He worked his way to eat you out, lapping up the wetness of your cunt as his nose nudged your clit. You bit down on your lip so hard you thought it might bleed.

All you had known was your own fingers, occasionally the plushness of a pillow between your legs, but nothing could compare to the feeling of Steve’s mouth, his lips, his tongue. You were addicted, maybe a little determined because you figured the only thing that could top that feeling might have been the dick Steve was pressing into the mattress.

Your stomach turned in a familiar way, one of your hands held Steve’s shoulder. “I-I’m gonna cum, Steve. God, don’t stop.” His hands came to your hips and pressed down as he continued to lick you. Your orgasm came quickly after, and Steve moaned through your body while you came. You tugged at his hair, his famous locks that had the entirety of Hawkins High School in a chokehold not too long ago. But he was older now, mature, no longer that hot senior you saw striding through the halls. Back then he was untouchable, but now he was in your arms, eating up your arousal.

When Steve looked up at you, his face was damp, his mustache shiny with your slick. He licked his lips, wiping his cheeks with his hands and sucking the wetness off of his fingers.

“Steve,” He hummed at you as he kept licking his fingers, the sight of which made you want to groan, “can you make love to me now, like you said you would?” He shot you an empathetic smile, pulling himself up to your eye level. “Y/n, I don’t know if it’ll fit, baby. It might hurt you.” You scoffed at him and crossed your arms over your chest. “I’m sorry.” He mumbled, pressing lips to your collarbone.

“Can we at least try, please?” He had only really known you for a short amount of time but he couldn’t say no to you. The idea of being the first person inside of you, the first person to fully feel all of you, was hard to say no to.

Without another word Steve was sitting up and removing his clothes, first his shirt, shortly after his pants. You could see the outline of his dick in his boxers, it suddenly made you aware of how serious he was about not fitting. Shoving the thought down, you took off your own shirt and revealed your bare breasts. Steve’s eyes lit up, mouth practically salivating at the view.

He carefully rested on top of you and started kissing you again. Steve’s hands found your tits pretty quickly, giving them a good squeeze that made you groan into his mouth. As nice as his touch was, you were starting to get impatient. “Steve, I need it, fuck.”

“Okay, okay, just tell me if it’s too much. If it hurts at all we’ll stop, alright?” You exhaled harshly. “Okay.”

Steve started to line himself up at your entrance, switching his glance from between your legs to your eyes to check in. You looked so pretty, he thought, so eager for him to ruin you.

His dick twitched as the tip felt through your folds. They felt like velvet on his cock, he couldn’t help the loud, guttural moan that fell from his lips.

Quickly he gathered himself, looking to you to make sure you were alright. Your mouth was agape, eyes rolled back into your skull, tears were starting to form. “Everything okay?” One of his hands came to caress your cheek as you nodded. “Mhm, yeah.”

Steve was right, the further he pressed into your cunt the more it hurt. You knew the pleasure was coming soon though, it had to.

He bottomed out, the entire length of his cock shoved deep into your pussy. “Gonna stay like this for a little bit, okay?” Steve kissed your ear, pushing back stray hairs and mumbling praises into your skin. Steve’s heavy breathing consumed you completely, you

You felt your eyes start to water, the pressure from Steve’s heavy cock was overwhelming. He frowned, his fingers rested on your scalp. “What’s wrong?”

“It hurts.” You confessed. It was frustrating, something as simple as sex was bringing you to tears. You were grown, everyone you knew had no issue with this kind of stuff, it didn’t make sense why you were having such a hard time.

Steve sat up a little bit, taking a better look at your shivering body. “Do you want me to pull out?” You shook your head. “Different position?” You thought for a moment before shaking your head again.

“What if I'm super gentle?” You found Steve’s eyes then, big and brown and kind. You nodded, whimpering out a ‘please’ as he leaned down to lock your lips. It was short lived, interrupted by him sitting up and pulling out of your pussy. You sighed in defeat, watching as Steve spit into his hand and rubbed his cock that was already covered in your slick.

He readjusted in between your legs, carefully reinserting himself. You were better prepared this time and the small amount of lubricant he added made the stretch slightly easier. Steve stayed put for a moment, holding you tightly underneath him. He kept his eyes on yours as he pulled out just a bit before pushing back in, creating a steady and slow pace. “How’s it feeling?”

Though you tried to keep your cool, it was still a little painful. You tried to say anything but the word’s weren’t forming, but he seemingly got the message. Steve kissed your neck, sucking at the skin experimentally and biting down harder as you moaned.

“So fucking beautiful.” Steve mumbled into your shoulder, giving your thighs a tight squeeze. You shrieked, Steve’s hand quickly came to clamp down on your mouth. “Don’t want your brother to come in, baby.” His palm stayed in place as he rocked back and forth.

Your bedroom was filled with the sounds of your muffled whimpers and your bed frame rutting against the wall. Steve would shush you every now and then, cursing under his breath.

It was intimate, an act of love and appreciation though you had only known the guy for such a short time. You were glad Steve was there, not for the bragging rights of him taking your virginity, but for how sweet he was. It was unexpected, just from the look of him you had figured his love life was just a string of loveless hookups, but here he was kissing your face and telling you how pretty you were.

Absentmindedly, you mumbled out “M’so happy you’re my first, Steve.”

You could feel Steve’s cock twitch inside of you, his brain short circuited. He buried his head in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent and letting out a heavy breath. “F-feel good?” He stuttered. You hummed into his hair, quickly realizing it wasn’t a lie, you did feel good.

Quickly, Steve brought his fingers to your clit. You began to moan, though he shut you up quickly with a rough kiss. It was passionate, a little sloppy like his thrusts were becoming, your lips were soon wet with his spit.

Steve continued to rub little circles in your cunt, fucking you faster with his cock. You were whining, but neither of you seemed to care. Both of you were chasing your highs, the idea of your brother sleeping peacefully down the hall was long forgotten about.

Your pussy squeezed him unintentionally, forcing a moan out of him. Steve wasn’t very vocal, but part of you wished that he was after the cry he let out.

“You’re gonna cum, I can feel your-fuck.” His head hung down and got his hair in your face, the softness of his locks tickled your forehead. “Go’head, cum on me babe.”

You creamed around his dick, locking your legs behind Steve’s back and hugging him tightly. He helped you ride out your orgasm before pulling out quickly and sitting on his knees. “Can I come on you?” He sputtered.

He looked so pretty like that, fucked out and sweaty, hair sticking to his forehead. He continued jerking himself off, his panting drowned out by the wet sounds of his hand around his cock. You nodded your head as you tried to catch your breath, sitting up on your arms to see him better.

Hot cum spat onto your stomach. Steve’s eyes were screwed shut, he mumbled something incoherent as he tugged at himself. You looked at him with wide eyes, your cheeks grew warm as he came back down from his high.

Once he finished and began to blink his eyes open, you dragged a finger across your belly to pick up a small bit of his seed before bringing it to your mouth and sucking on it hard. As the saltiness mixed with your saliva, Steve looked down at you in awe. “You’re gonna be the death of me.” He leaned down to kiss your forehead, then your nose and finally your lips.

When Steve cleaned you off, he left little pecks on your skin. He took time on your inner thighs, noticing how it made you squirm. He mumbled an apology before pressing a wet kiss close to your swollen cunt.

He balled up the towel in his hands once he finished. It was one he found in the bathroom cabinet after you gave him out of breath directions, a small old one with color drained purple bows printed on and a rip in the corner. “You bled a little bit. You’re probably gonna be hurting for a day or two.” He mentioned before tossing it in your laundry bin. You saw a bit of red flash by before it disappeared into your dirty clothes and Steve crawled into your bed with a shirt and pair of underwear for you.

You laid next to each other, your only contact with him being your hooked pinkies.

“Was it good for you?” Steve whispered, turning onto his side. “It was so good, thank you.” You brought a hand up to his hair and stroked it. “W-was it good for you, though?” You stuttered, only swiveling your head a bit.

Steve chuckled and took your chin in his hand, rubbing your face gently enough to tickle you. “It was good for me, too.”

“You’re lying.” You frowned, adjusting to look at the ceiling again. There was no way you were good at sex, and from what you knew Steve had a lot of it before you. He was experienced, and it was impossible for you to be considered anything but mediocre to him. All you did was lay there and whine.

“M’not.” Steve’s voice was louder as he sat up to hover above you. “You made me feel good, babe. Swear to god.” He lifted a hand with a laugh before kissing your cheek. “And I wanna fuck you again sometime, if you’d let me.” Butterflies erupted from your belly when maneuvered himself back down onto the mattress and brought you into his chest.

He held you for a while, not even speaking as you listened to each other breathe. He noticed yours even out soon after, looking down to see you fast asleep.

Steve tucked you in, noticing the stains left on your soft, fluffy seats and blushing. He deflowered you, and to his surprise that fact turned him on.

He dressed himself and turned your light off, leaving one last kiss on your hairline before wandering back to your brother’s room. He was still fast asleep, mouth opened and drool spilling onto his pillow.

He felt a little sting of guilt, though he pushed it out with thoughts of you spread out taking his cock, the moans you cried out for him to fuck you. Steve crawled under a blanket on the air mattress, quickly drifting off to sleep as those images swirled around his head.

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bogwitchlesbian · 1 year

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Dustin, tweeting after receiving a raunchy message from Steve that was meant for Eddie:

“my best friend is dating my brother and every day it has me edging closer to a murder-suicide”

#you decide who the best friend and who the brother is #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #dustin henderson #stranger things #steveddie

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three-possums-playing-human · 2 years

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Robin, in a high voice, holding barbie: hey ken! I was thinking about going back to school and starting a career!

Eddie, in a deep voice, holding ken: nonsense, barbie. you’re staying home and having my kids

Steve: what the fuck are you guys doing?

Robin and Eddie, in sync: playing Systemic Oppression

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poppy-metal · 2 years

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this steve (omg i love that outfit SO MUCH) gives brother’s best friend!steve or best friend’s brother!steve and im such a slut for those tropes. and imagine seeing him in the family dinners or every day after school, always so sweet and respectful with everyone, so atentive with the little details around him. so when your innocent flirting with each other starts growing into something more, he notices. notice the way you start wearing those short skirts more, pressing your body against his when your past through the hallways or in the kitchen or in the couch.

one day you’re over for dinner (or viceversa idk) and you slide your foot up his leg, you see the way his holding the cup or how tense his jaw looks while you make your way up.. up.. until you reach his bulge. when your foot is slowly massaging, his eyes meet yours and while he’s making chat with someone, and you can read the warning in them. you don’t care, of course not, so when he grabs your ankle and slowly push it away, you think all of your plan was thrown out the window.

then maybe you get fucked against the door of the bathroom, with your tits out and the skirt up your waist, a hand against your mouth while steve is whispering in your ear “keep quiet sweetheart, they can’t know im fucking you here, can they? mhm no, this gonna be our dirty little secret”

no because.......I'm gonna combust.

i don't know why but the thought of teasing steve with your foot....think hes into feet i rlly do....

and when he gets you in the bathroom he's got you folded like a pretzel against that door. stupid polo and jeans still on, while ur naked, just his cock through the slit in his jeans, pushing inside your little weeping pussy. so you can feel his belt buckle against your ass with every thurst that smacks you back.

your socks are still on, toes around his shoulders as he grips you under your ass. "told you not to push me, little girl." he grunts, slamming you onto his cock, "happy now, huh? with some dick in you."

#ask #WHINES #brothers best friend steve.. oh lord #stevie #steve harrington smut

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every-dayiwakeup · 2 years

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Currently missing Dacre Montgomery and Joe Keery Hours

The last one... Dacre please 😭

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hope-drunk · 2 years

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- start me up | s. harrington

| brothers best friend!steve

| content warning! 18+ PLEASE daddy kink, oral (m receiving), masturbation (f), readers a tease, probably way too much build up but i’m a sucker for tension, feel like i’m missing something but also think that’s all

You knew you had a crush on Steve the moment you met him all those years ago. Before he was “The King of Hawkins” or “The Hair”. You had practically grown up beside him. You’re two years younger than Steve, and quite frankly, you’re tired of acting like there isn’t a tension between you.

So who could blame you when you finally decided to find a way to get his attention. Steve had always been protective over you, honestly more than your brother ever was. It wasn’t uncommon for Steve to come over to your house even when your parents and brother weren’t home, he said his house was boring and claimed you had “the good cable”.

You looked at yourself in the mirror one last time, yanking down the top you had on so you had a little bit more cleavage. This shirt paired with the tiny skirt you had on was sure to get his attention. You knew he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from saying something. Walking down the stairs quite loudly into the living room, you see the back of his head on the couch. You round the corner and sit down next to him.

Before you can even get a word out, Steve says, “Please tell me you didn’t wear that outside.” he looks you up and down with wide eyes, mouth open just a little bit. “What? You don’t like it?” you pout back at him. Turning your body just slightly towards him, giving him a better view down your shirt.

“I- I never said I didn’t, like it. I just don’t think anyone should see that much of you.” He’s looking you dead in the eyes as he says all this, practically fighting the urge to glance down at your breasts, your hips, your legs. “What d’ya mean ‘that much of me’? I wear clothes like this all the time, Stevie.” You’re fully facing him now, knees digging into the couch.

“You definitely haven’t worn anything like that before, honey, trust me I would’ve noticed.” He scoffs at you and looks back to the TV. “What’s that supposed to mean?” You ask, crossing your arms, pushing your tits together in the process. “I’m just saying that you’ve never worn something that revealing, that’s all I’m saying, that’s all!” He puts his hands up in protest, sending your chest a tiny glance. “But do you like it, Stevie?” You pretend to fix the top, obviously just pulling it down more. You sit up straight and put on a big grin. Trying your best to pose for him.

“Yeah, you look great, sweetie.” he smiles at you, and doesn’t look away this time. His eyes start scanning your body, really taking in the outfit. You sit and let him look at you, staying completely still while he practically devours you with his stare. He groans, and runs a hand through his hair. Once he looks away, he shakes his head no.

You sit like that for a while, just watching TV with him. He has his elbows on his legs, which are bouncing. “Are you okay? You seem nervous.” You ask, genuinely wondering if he’s alright. “Nervous isn’t the word I’d use.” Steve lets out in an airy tone. He leans back into the couch and puts his hands over his face. “Okay, well what word would you use?” You move closer to him, your confidence is pretty much gone at this point, you feel like you made him uncomfortable. Through his hands he spits out, “The word I would probably use is horny, princess.” You feel a pulse go straight to your cunt. You let out a small oh and move back onto your knees like you were before.

Steve takes his hands off of his face and looks at you, really looks at you. “You walk down here in this little outfit, if you can even call it that, and sit next to me all doe-eyed. Asking me all these questions if you look good. I’m a man, y’know, you can’t just do that to me, sweetheart.” He’s moving closer to you, looking straight at your lips while he’s giving his speech. “Well, why don’t I help you then, since it’s my fault?” you say, barely above a whisper, scared to hear his answer.

“God, you can’t just say things like that! How am I supposed to say no to you? You’re my best friends kid sister, you know we can’t, you know it.” He’s running a hand through his hair again, battling with the emotions he’s feeling. “Why not? C’mon Steve let me help you! Feel really bad about it.” You slowly move to the floor and go between his legs. You’re both just staring at each other, waiting to see who’s gonna make the first move. Steve purses his lips and then says, “Go ahead, take what you want, little girl.”

You giggle and sit up on your knees at lightening speed. Undoing his belt and zipper as quick as you could. Once you saw how big his cock was, you were rethinking your choices. You knew there was no way it was gonna fit in your mouth, he knew it too. Steve was letting out shuddering breaths. He took your hand and guided it to his dick. “C’mon baby, I know it’s big but this is what you wanted.”

You nod and move your hand up and down on his shaft. Red tip leaking pre-cum. You lick your lips quickly and then wrap them around the head, sucking gently before taking more of him into your mouth. “Thaaaat’s it, honey. Just like that. Oh god.” He has one hand behind his head, and the other on your skull. Shoving your head down lightly so you take more of his cock in your mouth.

You start to gag a little bit, you knew Steve’s dick was going to be big, but not this big. The length of it is one thing, but the girth is what really gets you. You’re squeezing your thighs together while spit bubbles come out the sides of your mouth. He lets you up for a second to breathe. He’s wiping the spit off of your cheeks when he says, “Doing so good for me. Such a good girl, sucking daddy’s cock. Play with your little pussy for me, yeah? Wanna see you touch yourself.” You immediately comply, shoving your skirt up and tucking a hand into your panties. He lets out a sharp moan at the sight and moves your head back down onto his cock.

You’re bobbing your head up and down on him, it’s becoming hard to concentrate on sucking him off because you’re so close to your orgasm. You can tell Steve’s almost there too. His thighs are shaking and he has his head thrown back, face with an open mouth and furrowed brows. He spurts out, “Shit, baby, gonna cum.” He looks down at you. “You gonna cum too sweet thing, hm? Gonna cum with daddy? Yeah you are, good girl.” He yanks you off his cock just as you start to cum. You’re whining and clenching your thighs together as you see thick white ropes go all over you, mostly on your top.

You’re both panting and trying to regain strength. Once Steve has caught his breath, he pulls you up onto his lap and gives you a quick kiss. He has a loopy grin on his face as he brushes your hair out of your face. He lets out a short laugh and says, “Now you really can’t go out in this top, huh?”

#steve harrington #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things smut #brothers best friend #steve !

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aphr0d1teh · 2 years

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steve taking his favorite son to his first dance

#steve harrington #dustin henderson #steve and dustin #stranger things 2 #stranger things #mama steve #dustin and steve #mother and son #best friends #first dance #winter ball #stranger things 4 #stranger things 3 #duffer brothers

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dontcallmeeds · 2 years

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Trying to explain to my best friend who doesn’t like or get Stranger Things that I only watch it for the characters that I headcanon as queer

#he finally was like….so you watch it for the characters and actor choices??#YEAH LITERALLY THATS IT #I do like the spooky stuff too but i really don’t like the suffer brothers anymore #also my best friend kept me up until 4 trying to make me listen to his unhinged ship ideas #I can’t remember half of them but one was Nigel thornberry and rick sanchez #stranger things #eddie munson #steddie #steve harrington #byler #ronance #will byers #mike wheeler #robin buckley #nancy wheeler

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creelteeth · 2 years

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i. need. more. bestfriendbrother!steve.

oh. my. fucking. god ! this was so GOOD.

bestfriend’s brother!steve is my kryptonite i swear !! i’m not sure yet if i’m gna do a part two to that particular piece but here’s a lil thing!!

it’s been a few weeks since you and steve began this… entanglement.

it was almost as if steve couldn’t stay away from you now that he had a taste of you. he did a fairly good job at keeping up his poker face when his sister was around. lucky for him, she was far too wrapped up in her own little world to notice how much he’d been hanging around lately.

however she did pick up on the fact that you changed your wardrobe a bit. your skirts had gotten shorter, tops tighter, you even rolled into first period with a poorly covered hickey on your neck this week. she was convinced you’d taken her advice about jason carver, and to keep her off your trails you didn’t deny it. you’d mastered the art of answering her vaguely enough to where she’d leave it be.

today was no different from the last few, steve had started taking his lunch break at work around the same time you had free period. lucky for the both of you, there was only a small patch of woods that separated the school from the family video parking lot.

there was a giant oak tree in the middle of the wooded area, that being the place steve designated as yours. eventually, he planned to bring a knife out to carve your initials into it but he didn’t wanna seem too gung ho about this whole arrangement you had going on. even though, his excitement showed when you rolled up to the tree every single day. he was always five minutes early, leaned up against the bark with that annoyingly charming lopsided grin on his face.

“there she is.” he sighed, opening his arms up for you to walk right into them.

you practically crashed into him, unable to contain your giddiness. he had only just gotten his arms around you and you could feel yourself weaken. heat washing over your entire body.

“missed you.” you muttered into the red fabric covering his chest.

you wanted to stay like this forever, but you two didn’t have that long.

when you calculate how long it takes to walk there and back you have exactly thirty minutes to spend with him each day. it wasn’t a lot, in fact it was not nearly enough but you two made it work.

“i’m here now, pretty girl.” he assured, leaning back to look at your face, examining it like anything would’ve changed since yesterday.

the way his eyes scanned over you made you want to slink away, but the grip he had on your waist made that impossible.

steve hated the fact that he never got to take his time with you, though you never seemed to mind. in fact, most of the time you showed up already soaking wet just from thinking about him. he thought it was precious the way you were so eager, so willing to share this dirty secret with him. though, he had no idea what he was gonna do with you when it finally came to thinking you were ready to be fucked. he wanted to give you move than just a cold pile of leaves in the woods or the backseat of his car, however; he didn’t know how that was going to work.

he did his best not to dwell on those things, as did you. instead he focused on what he could have with you. he’d grown very fond of your hands and your mouth, you were always so pretty when he stuffed his cock down your throat. he made sure you knew it too.

today, he wanted to make it about you though. he began by planting a line of wet kisses down your neck, licking over the faded purple marks he left on your skin from prior meet ups. he contemplated making more but remembered how much his sister went on and on about you and jason carver’s supposed relationship. steve felt ridiculous for being upset with that, he knew they came from him, but for some reason he hated seeing someone else get the credit for it.

he settled for kissing you sweetly, lips and tongue making their way around your neck before moving up your jaw and eventually finding your mouth. he kissed you until he couldn’t breathe, your soft wet lips moved against his like velvet.

“gonna let me make you cum today, sweet thing? you did so good for me yesterday I feel like you deserve little something extra.” he chimed, both hands sliding down your back to grab your ass cheeks, kneading them loosely.

you practically melted against him, nodding weakly at his words.

“ah, we talked about this didn’t we? need you to use your words for me.” steve reminded you, his grip tightening just a bit.

there was something so embarrassing about having to say these things out loud, but steve liked to push it out of you.

“yes, steve.” you mustered the words out.

“yes, what?” he questioned.

“yes.. i want you to fuck me.” you admitted through your bashfulness.

the words you spoke made him groan, he wanted to so bad. he wanted to stretch your perfect little hole open with his cock more than anything but you were still new to this and he was dead set on making it special. his fingers and tongue would do for now.

“well, since you said it so politely..” steve joked, moving you so that it was your back against the trunk of the tree.

he watched over you intently, hands beginning to roam and grope you everywhere. planting one final kiss on your lips before lowering to his knees, the tip of his chin gliding down the front of you. he paused at your stomach, kissing the soft areas before moving down to where he wanted you most.

“you know..” he paused, lifting the perfectly ironed pleats of your skirt up for him to examine you. “i wonder what your friend would think if she knew you’d been wearing panties to match the color of my shirts.”

his words taunted you, the mention of getting caught always made you throb a little extra. you pushed your hips forward, whining in response.

it was a cute way of showing you off, secretive enough that no one would know besides the two of you. when he proposed the idea you couldn't help but get butterflies. he wanted to lay claim on you, in as many ways as possible without getting caught.

"stevie" you huff, hands finding his hair combing through the brown locks.

"don't have time, just, please. " you were a bit more desperate than normal.

your reminder that you were operating on borrowed time made him wince a bit but he shook it off. he leant forward to nuzzle his face in against your covered cunt, licking a few stripes over the red lace.

just a few licks over the cloth and he could already taste you, god— he loved the taste so much.

big warm hands grabbed at your thighs, bringing one of your legs up to hang over his shoulder.

once he finally pushed the panties aside he took a second to look over you, eyes landing on your already engorged clit. it was beautiful to him, swollen enough to poke out past the hood that held it.

"you've no idea how much I love this pussy of yours." he exhaled, fingers spreading you apart to watch your slippery folds come apart.

you were practically dripping already, needy hole desperate for more than just his tongue this time. he knew you were getting use to feeling him, so you were not granted as much warmup. Steve dove directly in, tongue sliding about your folds. making languid movements with his tongue, starting at the opening of your cunt going all the way up to your swollen clit and back down.

steve had the right idea giving you his shoulder to hold yourself up with, the minute his tongue was on you, you were spent. knees becoming wobbly at the feeling of his nose pressing against your swollen button.

you kept a hand in his hair while the other attempted to muffle your cries, though you could hear both the sickly wet slurping coming from Steve as well as the pitiful whimpering that fell from you.

"oh, oh my god- steve!" your words coming out muffled against the fabric of your sleeve.

he spent some time on your clit before moving down to your leaky hole, shoving his tongue inside. when it slid in with ease, he decided you might be ready for something bigger. warning up the opening a bit before bringing his index and middle finger up to the hole.

he spread some of your arousal around the tips of his fingers to help them in with ease. detaching his mouth from you so that he could watch and let you get use to the new feeling. the stretch of his fingers burned a bit, but the minute he curled them to hit against that sensitive spot you mewled. your hips bucking forward to push them deeper into you, the new found fullness making you quiver.

steve couldn’t help but groan at the way your pussy tightened around his fingers. he couldn’t wait to watch that tiny fuck hole get spread wide open from his cock.

“hey, look at me. how does it feel, hm? my fingers deep in this pretty pussy of yours.” he taunted you between licks, his fingers working mercilessly inside you.

his words coupled with both his mouth and fingers made you see stars. you struggled to keep your eyes open, jaw slack, the most pitiful whines spilling out of you.

your hips rocked forward, body heating up with that familiar burn.

“cumming. steve— i need to.” your words slurred together, an unintelligible sentence coming out of you.

he smiled against you, sucking harshly on your swollen clit.

your legs nearly gave out when orgasm hit. fingers tugging on steve’s hair, hips stuttering in attempt to hump against his face.

“fuck! oh my god- steve. fuck me.” you hiccuped, slippery wet walls clenching repeatedly around steve’s thick fingers.

once he was sure you were finished he pulled them out. the sudden emptiness making you wince. your fucked out hole dripping with your mess.

he stayed on his knees for a minute, looking over the glistening wet swollen mess that was your pussy. giving it a few final licks to clean up the remnants of you.

“ just so fucking pretty. “ he praised, kissing the sensitive bud before placing the thin fabric back over it.

“steve.” you sighed, voice weary.

he only nodded, looking at the watch on his wrist to see how much time you two had left. he did his best to not frown when he saw it was nearing the end. hands coming up to smooth down your outfit again before pulling you into his arms.

“you did good, pretty girl. ‘m proud of you. “ he offered, but you only hummed.

the worst part about these get togethers were the endings. you never wanted to let him go, but you also felt incredibly annoying for being so attached to him despite how fresh this all was to you.

it wasn’t just you who got bummed out by the way these seemed to be going. steve wrapped himself around you, wracking his brain over the guilt he faced for going after the one person his sister begged him not to.

“two minutes.” steve sighed, giving the warning like he always did.

that warning only prompting you to squeeze him tighter, your face nuzzled into the dip in his chest.

no one had ever made you feel like he did. even if all you got from him was messy sex in the woods.

“hey, “ he spoke, leaning back to look at you. “movie night tomorrow , right? i’m bringing home risky business.”

he wiggled his eyebrows at the seemingly fitting title. that goofy grin on his face making you smile half heartedly. you were excited to be at the harrington house again, hopeful that you’d be able to stay up long enough to sneak a few kisses once your friend hit the hay.

“do you think she’ll notice if you sit next to me on the couch? maybe even share a blanket?” you blinked up at him, wondering if he’d be on board.

“i dunno about one blanket but i’ll sit by you. might even hold your hand in the popcorn bowl.” steve winked, you knew he was joking but the idea of having such sweet intimacy with him made your stomach flutter.

those flutters quickly went away when the clock on his wrist began to beep. time was up for now.

he pulled you in for one more hug, leaving a kiss on the top of your forehead.

“i’ll see you tomorrow, kid.”

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Win Some, Lose Some

Based on a prompt from @mysticcrownshipper. Thank you and I hope it meets your expectations! Please leave your thoughts in the comments.

~*~*~*~

Steve was pretty sure he was unlovable. It was the only reason that made sense as to why everyone always treated him like this. What about him made people feel the need to put him down in every conversation or ignore him completely? Neglect wasn’t a new feeling to Steve. No, he was all too used to being uncared for and left alone. He had been since his parents started leaving him for weeks at a time to go on business trips and vacations when he was nine. Neglect wasn’t new to him nor was the underappreciation and ignorance that was constantly present in the Party. Every person he talked to made him feel like an inconvenience and he was sick of it.

Robin was supposed to be his best friend, his platonic soulmate with a capital P, his ride or die. So why was she belittling him and downplaying his feelings every chance she could? Any time Steve wanted to vent about Eddie or talk about his feelings, she would shut it down. She’d tell him that Eddie was just new to relationships and that his feelings were misplaced. She made him feel the worst out of everyone in the Party because she was the one he expected to be on his side the most. Steve ignored it mostly because what else could he do? Call her on it and risk losing her completely? No, it was best to push down his ‘misplaced feelings’ and pretend to laugh when she put him down. It’s not like he didn’t have the practice.

The kids were just as awful as they always were, completely taking him for granted. They expected Steve to give up everything without giving anything back. He has a date with Eddie that night? They want him to drop it and give them a ride to the pool. He has a headache and doesn’t feel like doing anything? Who cares, they need him to watch their DnD campaign. Oh, he doesn’t have enough money for groceries that week? He has to have enough to give them some for the arcade though, right?

Eddie certainly wasn’t helping either. He was constantly neglecting their relationship and placing it as his lowest priority. Steve would go out of his way to make plans with him only for him to cancel last minute or neglect to show at all. He’d go without calling Steve for days, blow him off when he did something nice for him, and poke fun at Steve’s expense to make the others laugh. It was to the point where it wasn’t making just Steve uncomfortable but the Corroded Coffin boys as well.

He thought he was hiding his hurt feelings pretty well but when Eddie said a comment that hit a little too close to home for him, Steve ducked out of his own dining room to smoke a cigarette he definitely didn’t need. When he heard his sliding door inch open, he hoped that it would be Eddie coming to apologize but it turned out to be a worried Jeff instead.

“Hey man, you alright?” He asked him, his eyes glimmering in concern.

“Yeah, man,” Steve nodded before taking a long drag. “It’s fine, he does that all the time. It’s cool.”

Jeff didn’t look convinced and narrowed his eyes at the half-burnt cigarette. “It’s not cool at all. Why are you smoking, I thought you quit?”

Steve sighed, “yeah well, I couldn’t kick it completely. It makes a good excuse for when I need a break. Plus, Wayne is a really bad role model and keeps buying an extra pack for me when he gets his. I don’t have the heart to tell him I’m thinking of quitting, he’d be crushed.”

“I get it.”

There was a moment of silence between the two of them when Jeff spoke again. “Hey, you want to hang out at band practice with the guys and I on Monday? Eddie won’t be there but you could just hang with us.”

“You want to hang out with me without Eddie? You guys don’t even like me.” Steve told him deadpan.

“What? Yes we do! We think you’re cool and if you ever want to swing by, we’d love to have you. We need an unbiased judge for our music.”

Steve hummed, “okay, what time on Monday?”

“Um, I think eleven. AM, not PM. Just come and hang out with us in Gareth’s garage. His mom is making tuna salad for us,” Jeff added.

“Well how could I ever resist tuna salad?” Steve laughed, it felt like a long time since he’s done that.

Jeff pointed at him, “that’s what I’m saying! And ditch the cigarettes, you won’t need a break with us. We won’t treat you like that.”

Steve nodded as Jeff went back inside. It was nice to be invited somewhere without an ulterior motive. Steve found himself looking forward to Monday so he could just relax without having to fake a part. He was excited and he couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt that way.

~*~*~*~

Word must have spread after that because suddenly, everyone outside of the main Party members wanted to hang out. The Corroded Coffin boys were teaching him how to play guitar and making him sing choruses alongside Jeff. Nancy was inviting Steve over for girl’s night to talk shit about Eddie and Robin. Murray was luring Steve to his bunker with promises of authentic Russian vodka and “sticking it to the man”, Steve didn’t accept that offer but he did appreciate it. Even Hopper and Joyce were inviting him out for milkshakes and basketball practice.

Steve was having the most fun though with Phil and his new boyfriend Dio. Dio was a goth, twenty something with a sarcastic personality and a stupid sense of humor that complemented Phil’s. Just looking at him, Steve could tell that he and Phil shared a type (a fact often laughed at by Dio). It seemed they both went for alternative guys with shitty tastes in music. When Phil had first introduced the two, they had both been wary of one another; Steve because the guy looked like the type to stab his enemies and Dio because this preppy jock could out him and ruin his life. They soon found common ground however over their love of horror movies and Queen music. Now, Steve saw Dio as another older brother of sorts and couldn’t picture Phil with anyone else.

They invited him over biweekly for dinner and movie nights with horror films that left Steve itching with anxiety. But he was finally having fun. With all of the unexpected invites, he didn’t have any time to spend with the Party. Soon, he found out that that was intentional.

He made a comment to Phil and Dio at one of their dinners that he hadn’t seen any of the Party in a while and that it almost seemed like he was avoiding them to hang out with other people. They both just looked at him blankly and Phil told him deadpan, “Well, duh. We made a plan to keep them away from you, we’re not going to make it easy on them. Now eat your green beans before they go cold.”

Steve just blinked at him. “What do you mean you made a plan? I’m confused.”

Dio gave Phil the side-eye and smiled a strained smile at Steve. “Alright look, we heard from your band friend that your other friends were being dumbasses and decided that they needed a time out. But you didn’t deserve to suffer so we made plans with you to keep you busy and to keep them away. Got it?”

No, Steve did not ‘get it’.

“Why would you do that? That’s just how they are.”

Phil whipped his head up and almost knocked over his glass of chocolate milk in his haste to point a finger at Steve. “Excuse me?! They’ve been this way the whole time? Then why the hell are you friends with them?”

Steve blinked. “Because they want to be friends with me. It’s not like many people want to.”

Both Phil and Dio stared at him in sadness. They clearly didn’t see that coming. They looked at each other, back at Steve, then back at each other before Dio spoke.

“We have to step it up then and really make them suffer. Here’s what we’re going to do, we’re going to make them jealous. If they haven’t realized that we’re trying to steal you already, they will soon enough. I’ll make the calls and we can really escalate things.”

“What the hell, um no. Let’s not do that? I just- what?” Steve stammered.

“No, just trust me. We can make them really jealous with this plan. I’ve done it before, I’m a pro at getting revenge,” Dio smirked at him.

Steve just stared at him and Phil nodded in agreement.

“That’s true,” he said through a mouthful of green beans. “He’s gay and vengeful, that’s the worst kind. But remember, I’m an officer of the law so you have to keep it legal this time.”

“This time?!”

~*~*~*~

Dio wasn’t kidding about his revenge plan. He started coming around to Family Video on his lunch breaks in an attempt to confuse Eddie. He had the Corroded Coffin boys inviting Steve over almost daily and even Uncle Wayne taking him out for coffee and donuts. It was all Steve had ever wanted and deep down, he was a little sad that it had to be an act.

Three weeks in though, the Party started to notice and it was all worth it. The kids came in to glare at the random goth weirdo that was monopolizing his time at work and complained to each other that their calls to the Harrington house were going unanswered.

Robin was stuck working with Keith when Steve switched his shifts and her attempts to brag about Vickie went unanswered on the walkie. She couldn’t help but wonder where her best friend had gone or what had caused his absence.

Eddie kept seeing Steve leave Gareth’s garage right as he got there and whenever he asked the guys, he got a disinterested, “yeah, we’re teaching him how to play the guitar. He was just stopping by.”

He reached a breaking point when he walked into Family Video to see a goth standing shoulder to shoulder with Steve in the horror section. Steve was smiling and nodding along to whatever the guy was saying and Eddie had had enough.

“Hey! Who are you? Why are you standing so close to him huh? He’s taken!”

Steve just looked at him unimpressed. “Oh, are we still dating? I wasn’t sure considering you haven’t talked to me in three weeks.”

“What, three weeks? It hasn’t been that long. Even still, you’re going to go after a goth? What the fuck, Steve?” Eddie shook his head at him like Steve was in the wrong.

“This is my brother’s boyfriend, Dio. We’re trying to pick out a movie that’s going to scare Phil. Not that it’s any of your business.”

“Oh, um. Can we talk?” Eddie murmured, chagrined.

“No, I don’t think we should. There’s literally nothing you could say to make me forgive any of you. You, Robin, and the kids have ignored me for weeks and I didn’t even do anything wrong. And now you’re jealous because I’m talking to a guy that’s not you? No.”

Eddie’s face dropped. “Are you, are you breaking up with me?”

Steve’s mouth twisted, this hadn’t been part of the original plan but it did feel right. “Yeah, I am.”

“Um, okay. I’m gonna, I'm gonna go,” Eddie whispered before darting out of the store.

Steve sadly watched him leave as Dio just looked between him and the door. “Well goddamn, you broke up with him? The whole plan was for everyone to make him jealous so he treated you better. I didn’t know that you wanted to dump him.”

“I didn’t either. But these past few weeks have taught me that the Party really aren’t great friends to have. And Eddie isn’t really a good boyfriend. I don’t want to go back to how it was,” Steve murmured. His chest felt heavy with loss and he could feel a tension headache creeping in.

“Hey, look at me,” Dio met his eyes and laid a comforting hand on his shoulder. “You have to do what’s right for you and if that means cutting ties with toxic people, that’s what you have to do. There’s no shame in that.”

Steve nodded at him and broke away from his hold to get back to work. It was going to take some adjusting to losing the Party but it was the best thing for now. He’d been put down and mistreated too much by them to let them so easily off the hook once again. It was about time he put himself first, even if it meant losing the friends he’d thought he’d never lose.

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