#jays 1k sleepover

[hungharrington]

What do you think is one thing that would just break Steve's brain? I think it would be going somewhere with him in a skirt/dress and no underwear, waiting until you've arrived to tell him and then teasing him all night. I feel like you'd just be IN for it when you get back home

BABY YOU BROKE MY BRAIN WITH THIS ONE and stopppp not the no panties under the dress? god the exhibitionist in me is creaming my pants at the fucking thought

this. this breaks steve's brain — it hits every switch for horny in his brain, along with a few of the posessive switches and maybe some jealous switches too. and god waiting until you're there to tell him? steve has to think back to how you two had made out in the car before coming over, you in his lap in the drivers seat, your bare cunt just inches away from his fingers - if only he had been a little more eager for it and less interested in the party, he could've had you bouncing on his cock in his car, far far away from this party.

but instead, you've waited until he's settled in a bit and gotten a drink in his hand, the two of you situating yourselves onto one of the couches. he sits first and, as always if he can, you're pulled onto his lap — sideways, so you can properly curl into his side. it's then when you lean and scrape your lips against his ear and whisper, "did i mention that i'm not wearing any panties?"

steve freezes. the words process, his stomach burns hotly and fuck, if his cock doesn't give a twitch at the thought, even if he's not sure it's true. he turns to look at you, wide-eyed and you smirk, "don't believe me?" and ever so slightly, your thighs on his lap begin to part — steve's hand shoots out and grabs your knee, yanking them back together instantly.

he takes a deep breath, his hand on your knee flexing a bit as you nose along his neck, dropping a delicate kiss or two. your perfume, the dress, the mere knowledge that his fingers could just slide up your thigh and find your sweet slick waiting for him— steve coughs awkwardly, ducking his head to hide his face, unable to properly function for a whole ass minute.

"we're going home," he rasps, giving you knee a quick tap to signal for you to stand. you pout and play it up, "what? but we just got here, baby. don't you wanna stay?"

steve heaves another deep breath, his hand on your knee already inching higher as he leans in closer to murmur in your ear, voice dangerously low, "unless you wanna see how well you can stay quiet in front of all these people while i fuck you on my fingers—"

you squirm at the thought, at the mounting desire as steve's fingers toy with the hem of your dress. he's so close to your cunt, he swears he can smell how wet you are.

"—then, i suggest you get up so we can go home."

you go home.

[topperscumslut]

My Idiot (Jay Kelso x Reader)

Summary: Reader is Hyde’s daughter and staying with the Formans while he’s in jail, the new generation has a sleepover at the Forman’s house and there’s only one bed for Jay and (Y/N)… Note: Jaya (JayxLeia) does not exist in this imagine

Word count: 1k

“Okay you guys,” Leia said with a deep breath, “Grandma and grandpa actually said you guys can stay the night, so we can’t screw this up. I’m staying in my dad’s old room and (Y/N) is staying in Aunt Laurie’s old room, as usual. Can you guys all find somewhere to sleep in the basement?”

“Sounds good to me,” Ozzie popped up.

“Nikki and I can take the couch,” Nate said.

“Yeah, that should work,” Gwen added, “it just sucks that Jay isn’t here.”

You nodded half heartedly. Your best friend - and crush - Jay Kelso was working a long night shift at the video store, and you were bummed that he was missing your first (and probably only, considering how Red Forman was) sleepover with the gang.

Almost like clockwork, the basement door opened.

“Hey guys!” A familiar voice spoke up. Jay’s voice. “They let me off early,” he said as his eyes briefly floated to where you were sitting on the floor, then shyly finding their way back to the rest of the group.

“Well shit,” Leia sighed, “I mean, we’re glad you’re here! But Red let us have a sleepover for once, and I don’t think there will be enough room in the basement for you…”

“Well that’s not convenient,” Jay said with a flat face, sheepishly sitting down next to you.

“Hold on you guys, I’ll be right back. I don’t imagine in a thousand years my grandpa would let you stay in my room, but I have a couch and (Y/N) doesn’t, and I don’t want to make her offer her bed to you if she isn’t okay with it.”

You shifted awkwardly, silently hoping you could share your bed with Jay. “I mean, I wouldn’t mind if we have to…” you trailed on quietly, Jay looking at you shyly, his cheeks noticeably heating up.

The rest of the group hadn’t heard you but Jay had sitting so close to you. “You sure?” he asked and you nodded, lacking the courage to look at him.

Leia ran upstairs and it only took a few seconds before you heard the booming sound of Red yelling.

“If that boy goes even close to your bedroom, my foot is going even closer to up his ass! Absolutely not!”

Leia hurried down the stairs with a defeated look on her face. “So that’s a no go. (Y/N), are you sure you’re ok with sharing a bed with Jay?”

You shrugged, now bright red. “Yeah, sure, I don’t mind.”

The seven of you spent the rest of the night together, laughing, watching My So Called Life, and getting high, before finally around midnight you all started to crash.

“Should we call it a night, you guys?” you asked through a yawn, anxious to spend the night with Jay.

“Sounds good to me.”

“Yep.”

“I’m tired.”

“Well, goodnight you guys,” Leia spoke, “see you all in the morning.” With that you, Leia, and Jay stumbled your way upstairs while the others stayed in the basement getting comfy.

You quickly brushed your teeth and got cleaned up for bed, putting on your favorite lacy nightgown, your heart beating out of your chest before you heard your name called from downstairs.

“Y/N! I need to talk to you!”

Shit. It was Red.

You made your way down the stairs, feigning sobriety, into the Forman living room.

“Yes Mr. Forman?”

“Sit down.”

“You know (Y/N), I remember your father sitting on this exact same couch when he was your age. He was a good kid, even with all the dope he did. He was nice to people.” Red sighed, “I remember that boy’s father too, and how he used to fool around with young girls like you, even my own daughter.”

“But Jay isn’t like-“

“I know, I know, that kid hardly knows his own father. But as you’ve been staying with Kitty and I, you’ve become like another grandkid to us. I always feared I’d be raising Steven’s kids…” he grumbled. “No funny business in there, okay? You’re better than to be screwing a Kelso. I know you think no one’s caught onto your little crush on this boy, but I’ve seen these things before. And if he so much as lays a finger on you, my foot will go so far up his ass he won’t even be able to feel his fingers!”

“We’ll be good,” you smiled, rolling your eyes. “Now goodnight.”

“Goodnight (Y/N).”

You hurried back up the stairs to find Jay already all cozied up in your bed.

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

His eyes scanned your body in awe and he hid a smile as you made your way into bed.

You both squirmed awkwardly for a little while, not talking, not looking at each other, and especially not touching.

“I’m sorry (Y/N), I’ll try to let you sleep. I know you didn’t really want me in here…”

“Wh-what do you mean?”

“I could tell you were uncomfortable in the basement and just trying to be nice. I can sleep in the living room if you wa-“

You shut him up by kissing him, to his surprise. Jay closed his eyes and let himself melt into the kiss. It was slow and sweet, innocent, loving.

“Of course I want you here. I was nervous because I have a crush on you, doofus.”

“Well you could’ve just said that,” he laughed. “But, uh, I’m glad you didn’t. I have a crush on you too. Have for a while,” he smirked, kissing you again.

You laughed as the kiss ended, rubbing noses together. “Go to bed, idiot.”

He cuddled his way into you, pulling you in by your waist and spooning you, nuzzling his face into your neck. “I may be an idiot, but I’m your idiot.”

You smiled, cheeks turning a baby pink, still not sure if this was all really happening. “Yeah, Jay, you’re my idiot.”

[ilove-bloo]

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[hungharrington]

you already know i’m way too soft… so i give you: [ CLOSE ]  sender wrapping their arms around receiver who is on top after they’ve finished,  holding them close against their chest with their face hidden in their neck while they recover. 

special bonus if you somehow can make this the softest thing ever (the reward is a fat kiss)

you know what auttie u were the only one who picked this one but bcos it's you, imma do it anyways <3 MDNI this entire blog is 18+

One thing you can't say about Steve Harrington is that he is not a determined person.

Other people might use the word competitive but you know better; within him is burning determination that drives him to do better in everything he does. Loving you is one of those things. Loving you in bed... is another.

You're particular. You used to hate it — that you like this but not that, but you like this sometimes and that if you do it a certain way. It feels overly picky and for a long time, before you had Steve, you weren't sure if you allowed to be that picky.

But Steve meets your particularness head on.

So, if it means you need a little longer to cum? Well, it's simply of a challenge of stamina and working a little harder for it. Steve always rises to the challenge.

Tonight, you're wound extra tight— frustrated that it's taking you so long to get near your peak even with Steve doing all the right things. But he's more than pleased with letting you take what you need, giving breathy little groans just at the sight before him.

He's beneath you, one hand helping your hips rock forward and back, his throbbing cock buried deep in your wet cunt. You've been at it awhile, a slow ride on his cock, bringing both of you closer and closer— but Steve's focus is all on you.

"Fuck, you're so—" His words get swallowed up in his moan as you rise up on your thighs an inch and drop back down, the roll of his hips still so gentle. The sex is never too rough when you're on top. Steve doesn't care in the least, he likes it, he loves it. Adores when it's soft and slow and you take what you need from him.

"Oh f-fuck, honey," He whines, his hips bucking up and pressing his cock up into you. A flame of white hot pleasure licks up your spine as Steve's fucked out rambling continues. "So pretty—y'so fucking gorgeous."

It's a time where you have no choice to believe him completely — with the reverent expression on his face, flushed cheeks and cherry red lips, gazing up at you atop him like you're everything. The knot in your tummy burns hotter. A desperate whimper tumbles out your throat and your hips move a little faster.

"You getting close? Y'need my help, mm?" He asks. Normally, there would be that slight condescending lilt that makes you gush but tonight, it's just love. You nod, whimpering again as you do. You're close, so close— but not close enough.

"Yes," you gasp. "Please, Steve- more, I need— can you—"

"Hey, sh sh," Steve shushes you, hearing how you're getting worked up just trying to ask him for more. His hand slides from your hip across your belly, palm flat and warm, til his thumb finds your clit. He rubs fast circles, just the way you've taught him you like, and he's rewarded with a long whiney moan. "There we go, that's what you need, yeah?"

You're nodding, chest beginning to heave as the edges of your orgasm trickle in. Your hips move desperately, fucking yourself on his cock as his thumb gives the extra stimulation on your clit you need.

"S-Steve," you pant, a whimpery warning. "Steve, fuck, I'm— you're gonna make me cum, you're gonna—"

You cut yourself off with a loud whine, all high pitched and breathy, as your orgasm finally washes over you. You flutter around his cock and feel the grip of his hands tighten, Steve's own orgasm tipping over after holding off for so long. You can't help how your buckle, leaning forward and onto Steve's chest as you quiver and moan— Steve dutifully milking it as he fucks the both of you through your highs.

It's delirium, it's overwhelming, it's so much — you cum hard enough to see stars and bury your face away in his neck, safe to ride out the waves. You're still panting, cunt still clenching around him and Steve's hands move, dragging up your sides so he can wrap his arms around you in a big hug. One of his big hands strokes down your spine soothingly, his own heavy breathes beginning to slow.

"That was a big one, hm?" He murmurs, soft and low. You can see feel him throbbing inside you, can still feel bursts of pleasure making your thighs tremble. "Mm, I know it was, I know. You did so good, baby, so good."

You try to speak but another muffled pitiful noise escapes you instead and Steve's arms tighten their hug; his hands stroke over your hair this time, fingers drifting through to scrape at your scalp softly.

"Did so good f'me," He continues, finally feeling your body start to relax against him, recovering slowly from the intense high. Faintly, he can feel you press a kiss to his neck and it makes him smile. "So, so good. I love you, y'know?"

"I know," you manage to speak, words muffled against his skin. "I love you too."

Steve's smile transforms to a blinding grin, even though you can't see it — you swear his chest glows a little bit hotter beneath you. You kiss his neck again. God, he loves you well. You should move probably now that you've caught your breath— the sweat is beginning to cool.

One more minute, you think, happier than ever just where you are.

[hungharrington]

for your 1k celebration sleepover🍾🎉congrats eeek!!! You deserve it so much <333 your writing makes me feel things i’ve never felt before thanku for making tumblr great again🫰 –; ik im sending this quite early but i did not want to miss out 😭

(Even if you don’t choose this one just know ily, okay? thanku)

FOR A BLURBBB

“ [ COAX ]  the dominant partner gently moving the shy or overwhelmed submissive’s hands from covering their face so they can kiss them,  breathing praises against their skin. “ from that first prompt list

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“ you're so good for me, so fucking good around me, fucking made for me. “ from the second😫😫 i literally just believe that we need more praise in this world amen😮‍💨😮‍💨💞💞

thank u so much my love!! oh my, feeling things you've never felt before?? that's such a big compliment omg thank u!! this was such a delicious combination & i sorta took the shy part and ran with it- hope u enjoy! <3 MDNI this entire blog is 18+ afab!reader

Steve adores your shyness. Especially when it seems to pop up when he's least expecting it.

You're beneath him, cocooned in his arms, and you just look so pretty getting worked up on his cock that Steve can't help but stare. There's a pinch between your brows, eyes scrunched shut with your mouth hung open — and every breathy noise you make goes straight to his cock. He rolls his hips expertly, hitting the spot inside you that makes you keen.

It works perfectly and he feels his cock twitch at the raspy moan you make, the way you grip the sheets that little bit tighter. Fucking beautiful.

"So pretty," he says lowly, more to himself, but its enough to make you open your eyes. "Y'so pretty."

He's staring at you, intense and reverent. His brown eyes lock onto your own, skirting up and down your skin to drink in how you moan for him. You feel a spool of embarrassment flush through your system, your usual shyness making you squirm for all the wrong reasons. It's too much — the gentle fucking, his slow thrusts, paired with his sweet gaze that's taking you apart. It's too much, you feel too on display.

Your hands come up and you smother the next whimper out your mouth with your hands, your legs tightening their grip around his waist. Steve shifts, his hands moving your hips deftly to change the angle and this time when he fucks back in, sinking his cock deep into your cunt, a loud cry escapes your lips.

Too much, too loud — your hands creep up and you hide your face in them, trying to catch you breath, trying to keep from being too overwhelmed under the heavy gaze of Steve's love.

"Hey, hey, no, don't hide," Steve's murmurs. He noses closer, nuzzling against your fingers to try get you to move them. There's a little flickering worry in him that has his thrusts slowing to a stop, wanting to check you're alright. You stay hidden, breaths still laboured.

The hand holding your waist travels up and gently wraps around your wrist. He doesn't tug. Instead, he presses a soft kiss to your fingers, trying to coax you out with his words. "Please let me see you? Honey, I-"

He pauses to drop more kisses along your hands, beginning to tug gently on your wrist to guide your hand away. "Sorry, f'staring, sweetheart, you're just so pretty, s'just I can't help myself, okay?"

You let him pull your hands back and Steve's glowing smile makes it worth it, reminds you of who you're with, of how much you trust him. The urge to hide doesn't dim but the want to share in this moment with Steve outweights it by a million.

Especially, when Steve says, "There we go. Hi, baby."

He leans down and kisses you, lips pink and plush and good against your own. You kiss back fervently, lit afire from how Steve moans into your mouth. The kiss breaks and you can't help but smile too.

"Hi." You whisper back.

Steve's grinning so much his eyes are crinkling at the sides. He nuzzles down again, a wet kiss placed on your cheek before he steals another from your lips. "Y'okay? Got all shy on me, did you?"

You're too shy to even admit it aloud, so you nod instead, a loud gasp pushing out your lips when Steve starts moving again— his cock nudging your sweet spot so deliciously. You can feel your slick dripping down your thighs, your tummy burning hot.

"That's okay," Steve assures you. His voice is low, barely a hum. Words just for you. "You're being so good for me, letting me see you, mhm."

The praise makes you clench around him and Steve's hip stutter for a moment, a sharp whine falling for his lips. His pace is still slow but his thrusts get deeper, all as he continues his praises against yours lips, "You're so good for me, aren't you? So fucking good around me, fucking made for me."

You mewl at his words, the coil in your tummy turned tighter and tighter by pleasure and Steve melts, feels his lust build higher and higher. It blazes hotter, knowing that you trust him to see you like this— to let him see your moans and to take his in exchange. Steve lets another moan drip through his kiss and presses his forehead against your own as his lips leave yours, close enough to count your eyelashes.

"So pretty," He murmurs again. "So fuckin' pretty on my cock, aren't you?"

[hungharrington]

omg a huge congrats again on hitting 1K bae!! u deserve it sm and I'm so excited for this sleepover teehee

soooo if it tickles your fancy I figured I'd send smth in early for our communal bf steve, could be as long as u want it to be!

[ GAZING ]  receiver taking sender’s jaw and saying “look at me” during sex or foreplay.

oh and have an amazing day ofc <3

aster! thank u so much honey :') feelin v loved and im glad u were as excited as me!! here's to the communal boyf <3 enjoy <3 MDNI, fem!reader, this entire blog is 18+

You're trying not to be overwhelmed but it's a lot.

Everything feels turned up to 11; the very sound of your heartbeat in your ears, the pulse of lust that thrums through your body, the feel of Steve's cock gliding in and out of your wet heat in a deliciously slow drag. It's a lot.

You can feel yourself trembling, just a little bit, your hands around Steve's shoulders sinking tighter in their hold.

"Steve," you cry, tugging him closer. You need to hide your face away, need to have him closer, need him to go slower— no, faster. You don't know what you want, so you just press your face into his shoulder and mewl his name again. "Steve."

The sound of your slick is loud, a lewd sort of squelch as Steve fucks you into the mattress, his body pressed above yours. He's moaning lowly, one hand on your hip, one fisting the sheets beside your head. He looks fucking ethereal — hair messy and that slight flush to his face, pleasure contorting his features.

His hips meet yours in a teasing pace, deep enough to have your back arching with every thrust and yet not enough. The fire in your gut coils up tighter ever so slowly. You want- you want— you want more. But god, it's so much.

You shift your legs, sliding them up til they wrap snug around Steve's waist — you pull him closer, need him closer.

"Y'good, honey?" Steve asks, voice raspy and breathy. "My girl okay?"

His words only succeed in winding the knot in your belly tighter and you pull him closer, eyes scrunched up as you silently urge him to go faster. You're not sure if you're capable of saying anything except his name. Whiney little noises escape your mouth, chest heaving. You sound completely fucked out.

Steve's hips slow in their pace and the whine that escapes you it pitiful, your legs around his waist tightening in hopes he'll continue. You can feel Steve's tummy press against yours as he shifts closer, his hand moving to move some hair out of your face. He hasn't stopped, his hips still roll into yours, cock fucking in and out of your hot cunt, but it's tantalizingly slow.

"Hey, hey, hey," He starts, voice a low little whisper. "Lemme see your face, hmm? C'mon, look at me." His fingers move, tucking under your jaw and nudging you out from hiding away in his shoulder.

Your eyes crease open, mouth already hung open in a whimpering moan and Steve softens completely at the sight of you; his girl, all teary-eyed on his cock. He purposefully nudges his cock in deeper, his hand on his hip holding you in a place and you mewl out pathetically — Steve surging forward to capture the noise with his kiss. He stays close, forehead pressed against your own.

"Oh, baby," He coos, not unkind. He gives a sloppy kiss to your cheek at the same time his hand travels off your hips, his fingers finding your clit. You gasp into his mouth, back arching up so your tits scrape against his chest, and Steve grins. "That's it, just take it. Good fucking girl, taking what I give her, yeah?"

"Steve," you gasp, fingernails digging into his skin by now. You feel delirious, can feel the beginnings of white hot pleasure teasing at your edges.

"I know, I know," Steve murmurs sweetly, his thrusts starting to pick up the pace. The sounds of your slick mix with the slap of skin on skin as he starts to fuck properly, his fingers still dancing on your clit. You moan louder. "You just take it and feel good, mm? That's it..."

[hungharrington]

this might sound a bit weird, but personally i find comforting someone and like. boosting their confidence really fucking hot. like i get off to fixing someone’s insecurities

like maybe an insecure steve about how he’s not the same person he was in high school, thinks he’s lost his charm and attractive looks or whatever due to his scars as well as change in body (he’s not 16 anymore, he’s gonna have a bit of pudge)

just like body worship and, in the best way i can describe it, fucking the belief into him that he’s still gorgeous. like lots of praise

hot or not?

HOT !! HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT!! i'm not sure if 'fix' is the right word for it but i am GOBBLING up what you are putting down my god <3 lots of praise is my fuckin JAM MDNI this entire blog is 18+

i actually don't think that steve is overly that insecure, especially to do with his appearance-- most of the insecurities that pop up with him are to do with his abandonment issues :( but that does not mean there aren’t little moments, yknow?

sometimes it’s a comment, sometimes it only takes an old photograph, especially something something from his earlier years when it was just sport after sport after sport— and look, he likes that he's not as lean as he used to be but then, well sometimes old jeans just don’t fit right and his tummy pushes over the waistband and steve doesn’t hate it, he swears he doesn’t, he just spends a couple extra minutes in the mirror.

he thinks you won’t notice— thinks there wouldn’t be any way you would be able to tell and honestly, he thinks he gets away with it- his usual charm gets all the laughs and you seem to be more giving with your kisses tonight, on his neck and cheeks whenever you can, but he doesn’t make the connection at all. but then back at his, when the kisses get more heated and you’re sprawled in his lap, both of you half undressed, steve starts to notice the extra attention. the lingering lovebites on the inner of his thighs, the nuzzling along his happy trail and tummy — these these motions that draw attention to these parts, these fickle little moments of insecurity, all while you douse him in pleasure.

steve doesn’t mean to let you lead, to let himself squirm on the sheets while your hot tongue licks up his cock but you have a determination in you tonight that he’s far too willing to submit to. every moment your lips aren’t stretched around him, not making him cry out and tremble with how good it feels, you’re whispering into his skin— “feeling good, baby?” you murmur sweetly, pulling your mouth off and pumping the length of him in your hand, teasing at the top. steve nods quickly, arching his back as you speed up your hand. you kiss the skin where his thigh meets his pelvis, your free hand soothing up to his tummy.

“mm, good,” you hum, lightly tonguing his vein, as your hand slides back down from his tummy, gripping into the flesh of his thigh. “s’want you to feel good, stevie— want you to feel good always, cos you are. so fucking good and so fucking beautiful, hmm? my beautiful boy.” and god, steve knows what you’re doing now, a loud whimper slipping out his throat at the realisation - that you’d somehow picked up on his own disappointed looks at his appearances and taken them in stride, showing him in a way he’d understand just how easy it was to love all of him.

steve moans loudly, the noise all high pitched and pitiful, his hands pawing at the sheets for one of your hands to hold, that familiar hunger in his gut boiling hotter and hotter— you release your hold on his thigh in an instant to reach out and lace your fingers together, squeezing tight, and when you take him back in your mouth, steve whines again loudly— feeling hot, feeling loved, and the sour thoughts about the extra pudge on his tummy far far from him now <3

[hungharrington]

Does Steve prefer cumming inside or out?

whew okay, i feel like most people agree on this one but stevie totally prefers cumming inside, mainly, due to the intimacy of it :") i mean, yes, his horny little brain goes NUTS at the idea of breeding you but even if you're on birth-control and not about that, steve still cannot control himself and he will always ask to cum inside in he can, raspy growls as he hides his face in your neck, "gonna-- fuck, sweetheart, where do you want it? please, please let me cum inside," and this lustful fury whips up inside him when you plead for him to cum, "c'mon stevie, give it to me-- wanna feel your cum, wanna feel it all day, wanna feel it inside. please?" and he'll fuck you harder, hands gripping your hips tighter and tighter while all his moans turn into pathetic little whines and oh god when he cums and eventually pulls out, he can't help himself. he always pushes your thigh back, spreading your cunt for him to watch it seep out of your messy pussy, just so he can scoop it with his fingers and work it back into you, going sh sh sh just a second if you squirm because nothing, nothing gets steve going like knowing you walk around with his spend dripping down yours thighs long after he's fucked you good <3 so yeah, he loves his creampies <3

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[hungharrington]

[ CONTROLLED ]  receiver stops stimulating sender and tells them the have to be still if they want to continue

i love sub steve sm and you write him so well !🩷

gosh... two request for sub!steve.. i didn't realise i was known for my lil sub!steve <3 MDNI this entire blog is 18+

You're feeling a bit mean tonight, so it seems.

Steve's not entirely sure where the dominant streak is coming from, nor the cooing condescending voice you put on that makes his tummy throb hotly — certainly not anything from earlier. Before you'd both shed your clothes and swapped spit, hands roaming desperately, you'd been so nice and loving. Doting even. It makes this even hotter to Steve, knowing you're doing this just because you adore seeing him fall apart for you.

"That's it, aw, you look so cute when you're all frustrated." You say sweetly. You're pouting, perched in his lap with one hand holding the side of his face gently, your thumb tracing over his freckles. The other hand is wrapped around his cock, fisting it in the space between your bodies. You're being mean.

Steve can feel his hold body shudder when you hand twists up and you start thumbing over his slit, a loud cry coming from his mouth. His hands, twisted in the sheets on either side, wind up tighter. You've told him he's not allowed to touch you.

"Please," Steve says breathily. He's fighting to keep his eyes open, fighting to stop his hips from bucking up and chasing your touch but fuck, you're teasing him hard tonight.

You remove your hand completely for a moment, delighting in how Steve deflates with one big jagged exhale, before you hold your palm out flat. You rub it over the tip of his cock slowly, arousal sparking and catching at how it drags the most pitiful noises out of Steve. It's the barest touch and yet, you finally get to hear the sound you love from him most. A loud and needy whimper.

"Please, please, please," He whines, one of his hands flying off the duvet to hold your hip — and your hand on his cock stops moving. Steve groans, loud and long, already aware of the mistake he's made. His hand retreats off your hip and grabs the sheets again, chest heaving as he tries to rein in his breath. He opens his eyes, unaware of when he had closed them.

"Stevie," you start, another loving swipe of your thumb along his cheekbone.

"I know, I'm sorry," He gasps, hips shifting beneath. He can't help it, he's so keyed up, just aching for you. His cock bobs between you, the tip of it flushing red. "Please touch me again, I'm sorry, I'm sorry—"

"Sh sh sh," You hush him softly, leaning in to dot his nose with a kiss. Steve's head tilts up instantly, searching for your lips and you grant him them, kissing him deeply, tongue swiping against his own. You can feel the vibrations of his moan into your mouth. Breaking the kiss you pull back, "Y'gotta be still, baby. Think you can do that for me? No touching or I stop touching, okay?"

Steve's nodding fervently as you speak, his hair flopping over his eyes. You push it back without being asked, not daring to hide any of his beautiful blush. "Yes, yes, I'm sorry, please- please— ngh—"

His pleas drown into another moan, as you hand reaches back down— ignoring his cock and rubbing against his balls gently, fondling them in the way you know drives him mad. Steve leans forward, hands still at his side, his head bowed as he presses his forehead into your shoulder. Weak pants laced with whimpers escape his mouth as you tease his balls so more, driven by his sweet noises.

"Stevie," you murmur, your hand on his face nudging him to sit back up. He does reluctantly, putty in your hands when you finally curl your fingers back around his cock tightly. He keens loudly and you coo in response, adoring how his cheeks glow brighter.

"That's better— mm, yeah, look at me, okay? I wanna see how I make you feel good..."

[hungharrington]

Hot or not … Steve with a pornstache??

HOT!!!!! HOT HOT HOT!!!! god i love that u can see the start of one growing in s4, the wispy baby one on his top lip…. he’s such a baby boy my god

pornstache steve would be insufferable about it as well— like you see how well he takes care of his hair? he’s got the most primped and primed stache around, this thing is clean and styled (even if the style is to let it grow a lil messily hehe) and oh my god, he would be so annoying about it— all your kisses turn into an opportunity for him to rub it against your face like a cat because you always scrunch your nose up and go “steve!” and he loves that, loves that u pout and go ‘it’s so scratchy, stoppppp’ but are grinning the whole time so he knows you’re not really that annoyed. and he gets an excuse to nuzzle you which he sorta always wants to do :’) besides, he knows you definitely love the subtle scratch of it against your thighs when he eats you out, they’re just like little tiny extra kisses on your soft skin that just add as he spreads you and fucks you with his tongue and oh my god, one time you pull on his hair too hard, writhing beneath him because he’s working your clit just the right way and steve pulls off you to get you to ease your grip— but when you look down, about to ask why he’s stopped, you see your own slick on his face, down his chin and on his stache and he just presses a sweet kiss to your thigh, murmurs, “not so hard, okay honey?” before he dives back in and christ, if you can’t help but picture that every time your brain goes wondering— so yeah, u like the pornstache. hot :)

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[hungharrington]

hehehe okay, this or that

top!sub!steve or bottom!dom!steve. difficult decisions… as in steve on top of you but you’re guiding him the whole way through, or steve underneath you telling you what to do. oooohohohoho

BABE what a fantastic question to start on.... but what a fucking choice to offer....

top sub!steve would have his face all buried in your neck and you'd be coaxing it out, cooing all this praise him just to watch how it makes him flush red, "you're so good at giving me what i need, yeah?" and forcing him to answer your questions even if it's just a whimpery 'yes', and it makes his thrusts stutter and speed up and you have to tut and tell him to slow down, just to tease him and oh my god it would be glorious

but bottom dom!steve... i fear i may lose my mind thinking about this because oh my god he's so soft dom, he would have you ride him and have his hands on his hips but he's not fucking helping at all -- he's just watching through low-lidded eyes, rasping instructions laced with praise, just "keep goin' honey, that's it, ride my cock, mhm-- c'mon, go a little faster f'me, yeah? good girl," and moving your hips with his huge hands if you slow down for too long, like god

number two pls ☝️ i luv sub!steve with all my heart but holy fuck does number two sound good

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[hungharrington]

hmm this or that first date with steve, drive in movies or picnic in the woods

SCRUMPTIOUS... how's a girl to choose??? AND ITS A FIRST DATE?? i fear this will be all sweetness cos i'm not a lady to fuck on the first date lmao

like on one hand, you've got the picnic and this is just pure and utter sweetness. this date is totally more forward in his affections, like steve totally takes the time to make little sandwiches and cut them into tiny triangles and hey, the chocolates melting off your strawberries but they taste divine so you don't even care. it's so obvious he likes you a whole lot, given the time and care he puts into the date. the summery outfit you have on makes him so so nervous, he nearly forgets to put the moves on you :') but he does and he relishes in holding your hand for the whole date before getting to kiss you at the end sitting amongst the wildflowers :")

but the other hand, drive in movie-theatre my beloved. in this, steve is trying to play it more cool maybe cos he's aware of just how much he likes you and is trying his best not to scare you off. he totally reads the wrong day on the pamphlet and thinks it's gonna be a gooey romance film, perfect for snuggling up in the backseat and getting closer, but instead it's a freaking horror film and steve's just mortified - how is supposed to flirt when there's guts and bloods being thrown across the screen? however you react to the film, it doesn't matter because you spend so much time talking with steve and sharing your snacks and maybe, sneaking a kiss or two that you don't really watch it :)

ok i think u can tell from my thoughts which one i love more tehe- we don't have drive in movies where im from! i think they're soooo cute so definitely drive-in move :D also, bubble pop electric anyone? that's the drive-in movie hookup song so yes please

[hungharrington]

im embarrassed that i never saw your sleepover post sooner... BUT i come with a very pressing question... fuck, marry, kill... but its versions of steve ive written edition... so that leaves you with hot neighbour dilf steve, roommate steve, and last but certainly not least best friend steve

have fun with this!!

but you're not late! we have only just begun my dear <3 now... fuck, marry, kill..... why did i even include a kill in this, i'm changing that to kiss right now why would i ever wanna kill my pookie. im trying think who u would have the hottest sex with LMAO but..... i think.... come along with me for this as i try convince you....

fuck hot neighbour dilf steve. listen! this has the highest stakes for the hottest sex! this is like, the dude that's spent enough time in bed so he knows what he's doing and he can play your body like a goddamn instrument. it's ravenous but not like 'fuck-in-the--backseat-of-the-car-we-dont-have-time-to-go-elsewhere' its like 'my-big-house-is-free-lets-fuck-on-every-surface' yanno? :) like you guys fuck in the kitchen, you ride him on the couch, he takes you on the back balcony, and then many many times in the bed - he treats you right and you get at least more than one orgasm than you're expecting. and then you guys totally eye-fuck each other every time you see each other at the grocery store :)

kiss sweet roommate!steve. this is just sweetness actually :') how does one accidentally kiss their roomie? this is the kinda kiss that spirals off into both of you realising that you actually want to do that and a lot more. all of the time. this is the kiss that changes it all! maybe its a drunken party and there's a game of spin the bottle (because there always is) or one of them is in a tiff about a bad date they went on but either way, the kiss with roommate!steve, the hot guy you live with who you definitely think about too much in the shower, is the definition of a kiss with fireworks. it would be bomb and after a big song and dance, a little miscommunication angst, u guys absolutely end up dating and happier than ever <3

now.... cmon now auttie, you know i have to marry best friend!steve.... he's my best friend!! that means you goddamn stuck with him through all of the events of the seasons-- you're there post breakup with nancy to hold him together, there when billy beats the shit of him, pressing the tiniest bandaids on his face because you want to help, you're there when he starts scoops! and you provide ample teasing for the shorts even if they drive you crazy -- so of course, you're there when you all go down in the russian elevator and experience the worst night of your lives. so naturally, best friend steve and you? bonded to hell and back. your love would be easy, it would feel as warm as daylight on your skin and as sweet as the first fruit of summer -- and steve would love you so well. he dedicates himself to you, entirely, loves how you push him back out into the world and stand as his number one supporter and how you make each other better. there is no better foundation for marrying someone than being best friends and it just means that, some nights end in tender-loving ooey-gooey in love sex and some nights end in a pillow fight :D it keeps u on your toes

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[hungharrington]

pssst... it's a sleepover! — now closed!

and you're invited!

firstly, a great big fat thank you!! this whole sleepover is for all of you & to give a little thanks for all the sweet sweet support i've received in such a tiny time! and so, here's a tiny celebration for hitting 1k <3 my loves u spoil me with asks, with your beautiful ideas, and with your love! everybody have a big kiss, on da house <3 this celebration will run on saturday the 8th for the day and as always, this post and this entire blog is 18+ & if you are an ageless blog, you will be blocked. more info below x

do ya wanna talk about boys?

these are da sleepover games :D i'm pretty open to whatever this means but to jog your memory, this could be a fuck, marry, kill or this or that (nsfw edition? 👀), hot or not, etc. come talk to me! tell me whats the goss, all about ur crush (steve or otherwise), any rambling steve headcanons you have, whatever babeys <3 i'll hear it all (and do my best to talk back to ya!)

or... we could watch a movie?

if you're one of the people who voted for sum blurbs, here ya go! there's a prompt list here and here. if you send something from the second list, you must connect it to a prompt from the first.

here's the catch - because this blog already runs off asks, i'll probably only do an idea if i really love it or multiple people ask for the same prompt (just a way for me to keep it manageable!) if yours doesn't get written, i'm sorry! but know i'm always thankful for anyone who sends something in :)

i'm setting this up now but, again, the actual sleepover will take place on saturday the 8th (that will be my sunday!) as i am a busy bee all the way up to that day <3 you're welcome to send stuff in early but anything that gets sent past 08/07 will be deleted, sorry!

[hungharrington]

Hot or Not, Steve in fishnets or typically feminine attire🩷

oh honey, this is so easy. hot.

steve has such killer fuckin legs and i am certainly not immune to a boy in a skirt <3 besides, i think if steve was to ever wear something like that, it would go like two ways;

one, classic standard embarrassed man. he enjoys it but can't stop blushing at how much he enjoys the skirt. probably stands in the mirror before you come over, just twisting his hips to see it swish -- and he gets why people wear these now. thinks his thighs have never looked better <3

two, he breezes right through it and his confidence just absorbs it hehe- he can talk about all the benefits it has over pants and he loves if it gets you riled to see him in one. he knows his thighs have never looked better. he's steve fuckin' harrington okay? he can pull anything off, but especially fishnets and a skirt.

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