#mean steve

I am going feral just think about it 🫠

A/N: I know I've had these for a while. It takes me a hot minute! This is my first time utilizing Frat Boy Steve but alas...I love him in that hat so here we go.

Not a Dream (Frat!Boy Steve & Plus Size Y/N)

Warnings: Mean Dom Frat Boy Stevie & Subby Fem Plus Size Y/N, breeding kink, p in v, dirty talk, humiliation (calls her a slut and whore). Fluffy ending :)

Word Count: 1091

Summary: You finish a little too soon and Steve makes fun of you for it, so of course you get him back.

Warnings: [18+] Smut

Listen while reading: Love language - SZA

“Oh f-fuck!” You moan, clenching the sheets of Steve’s bed as you, embarrassingly, cum a little too early.

“Um.. What just happened?” Steve says, his hands raised in the air as he watches you writhe and shake underneath him.

You breath heavily, still on your hands and knees as Steve’s dick stays seated inside of you.

“Um..” You breath, your face heating up in embarrassment.

“Did you just-” Steve cuts himself up with a sharp and breathless cackle.

“Stoooop” You whine, face turning red as you bury it in the pillow in front of you.

“Oh baby, it’s okay.” He says sweetly, but still laughing as he pulls out of you and turns you to face him.

You try to fight him, not wanting him to see you, but he’s much stronger. He rolls you over and you immediately cover your red face with both your hands. You can’t bare to look at him after cumming in less than a minute.

In your defense, you hadn’t had sex in at least a week, both of you too busy with work and school.

“Baby, lemme see you.” He murmurs, burying his face in your neck and placing soft kisses at the flushed skin there.

“I can’t. I’m so embarrassed.” Your voice is muffled behind your hands.

“S’not your fault. I just fuck you too good, huh? Missed me?” You can feel his evil smirk in the crook of your neck.

“You’re bein mean.” You mumble.

He lifts his head up and pulls your hands from your face, forcing you to finally look at him after the most embarrassing moment of your life. “You like when I’m mean. Bet you’re clenching around nothing right now, huh?”

You hate that he’s right. Being mean to each other was basically your guys’ love language.

“S’okay baby, still too sensitive or you gonna let me have my fun too?” He smirks as he says it and you hit his chest in annoyance. “C’mon, just gave you an orgasm in 30 seconds and you’re not gonna return the favor?”

You know what he’s doing, trying to rile you up. Unfortunately it works and you immediately reach down to squeeze his cock that’s been so neglected. His hips immediately jerk forward and a whine comes from him.

“Let me feel you. Barely got any time, missed your sweet pussy.” He pleads, another whine leaving him as you slowly stroke him.

“I would but I’m just too.. sensitive.” You exaggerate the word, clearly getting back at him for teasing you so much.

His eyes meet yours and he realizes that the tables have unfortunately turned, he was the pathetic one now, wanting nothing more than to be inside you again.

“P-please baby, I’m sorry.. didn’t mean it.” His pleas make an evil smirk form on your face, your hand is moving so slowly, a feather light touch that is nowhere close to enough for him.

“I don’t forgive you.” You speak calmly, “How about we see how sensitive you are?”

Before he can understand what you mean, you press the pad of your thumb hard into the head of his cock. A loud, startled moan escapes him and then his arms start to shake from where they are holding himself up on either side of your head. You watch his biceps flex, and then you feel it.

Long ropes of cum hit your stomach, some even reaching up towards your breast. Steve can’t stop moaning as it happens, whole body tensing. You look down and watch how his abs flex and his hips stutter.

You don’t think you’ve ever seen him cum so much.

When he’s finally done, chest heaving and hips still stuttering in small aftershocks, he meets your eyes and he immediately regrets looking up at you.

You’re staring at him with a small smirk on your face and then you use your fingers to swipe his spend off one of your breasts and you bring it up to your mouth, sucking and moaning at the taste of him, all while never breaking eye contact.

And then he cums again.

His face scrunches up like he’s in pain and you watch him come undone for the second time, “F-fuck, baby.”

He falls on top of you, whining into your neck and gripping you by your waist so hard you know he left bruises. You could feel his cock twitching against your stomach as cum continually leaks out like he can’t even control it. He moans your name over and over like a plea, like you can somehow help him when in reality you just make him worse.

Once he’s finally calmed, breath fanning evenly across your neck where his face is buried, you begin to laugh.

“Shut up.”

“You’re not listening!”

“No ____, you’re not listening!” He exclaimed, and I followed him into the area where they air their own radio show.

“Are you even hearing yourself right now?”

“I’m hearing myself perfectly fine right now, in fact. It’s never been clearer, that you’re trying to get yourself killled.”

“That’s literally not why I want to go on the crawl tonight.”

“Oh? Then what is the reason?”

“I want to help, I’m sick and tired of you wrapping my ass in bubble wrap and duct tape. I can handle myself.

“Well, you wouldn’t exactly be of use to us if you get killed or taken, now would you?”

“Steve…” I said, feeling extremely hurt. “You think I can’t do this, do you?”

“Sure, sure. If that’s what you want to believe.”

“Well, you didn’t exactly deny it.” I watch as he fumbled with the prerecorded tapes of sound effects. “It’s true then, isn’t it?”

“You.. You know what I think?” Steve started and looked me dead in the eyes. “I think you need to leave.”

“I’m not leaving, you need all hands on deck for this one.”

“Go.. home, ____.” I was going to open my mouth and fight back, but.. “Please.”

He was adamant and refused to let me stay so I ‘left,’ and by that, I pretended to close the door and hid behind the wall.

“Trouble in paradise?” Robin said, as Steve walked over to her.

“They doesn’t understand I’m trying to protect them.” He said, and sat on the couch.

“And you don’t understand that they aren’t a baby anymore.”

“Wow, gee thanks. I didn’t know that Robin, you’re.. soo smart.”

“If you want them to know then, I don’t know… Maybe tell them?”

“They wouldn’t understand.”

“Try me, Harrington.” I said and walked over to him, standing on the side of couch.

He sighed, annoyance lightly draped over his face, but relieved nonetheless.

notes: he just wants to keep you safe in the craziness that is hawkins 🥺✋🏽

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The first time Steve realizes Bucky’s doing it on purpose, it’s almost laughable.

Almost.

Because Bucky has always been a little shit—mouthy, reckless, pushing every boundary just to see what happens—but this? This is different. This is deliberate. Calculated.

rating: 18+ — steve is MEAN

pairing: steve harrington x reader

word count: 785

summary: steve is mean & abusive but reader has stockholm so she stays

A/N: SUPER out of character steve!!! its typical to have billy be the abusive one but i wanted to fuck around & twist steve’s character. WE DO NOT SUPPORT ABUSE IN THIS HOUSE THIS IS FICTION ONLY

you’re not sure how you got here, but here you were.

you’d come home to steve in a rage. you didn’t know what set him off but you were scared and anxiety bubbled in your stomach. he was standing with his back to you, the anger radiating off of him was so heavy that you swore you could physically grasp it in your hands. the clink of your keys on the table made him spin around, arms crossed tightly over his chest.

“where the fuck were you?” he spat, venom seeping through his words.

“i— what? i was at work, steve. you know i had a shift at the diner.” you spoke gently, cautious that any other tone would cause his anger to hit a flare.

“yeah, sure you were. why was your apron on the table when i came home, then?”

“i forgot it today. i borrowed one from the pile of extras we have at work…”

steve groaned, his anger flooding red into his cheeks and his eyes were dark. you just noticed the pile of cigarette butts in a new ashtray on the table. you’d been so used to the smell that it wasn’t noticeable when you walked in the door.

“steve, you’re smoking again?” your voice was small, too scared to talk any louder.

“yeah, so fuckin’ what? you gonna get on my ass to quit again?” he took a step toward you, nostrils flaring. “gonna whine like the stupid bitch you are?”

you stumbled back when he got in your face, back hitting the edge of the table causing the ashtray to spill a couple butts. the laugh that rumbled out of steve’s chest made you nervous.

“good fuckin’ job, babe. always so fuckin’ clumsy.”

what came next made your vision blurry. steve picked up a butt, grabbed your jaw and held the butt up to your mouth.

“eat it.” he demanded, eyebrow lifted in a silent challenge. “clean up your spill and fucking eat it.”

you shook your head best you could, hands coming up to yank his grip away from your face.

“why’re —“ you started but as soon as you opened your mouth, he flicked the butt into it and held your jaw shut.

the taste was horrid, making you cough and gag. because of his grip, you couldn’t do anything but swallow it so you didn’t choke. steve watched you swallow and let your jaw go.

“wasn’t so damn hard, was it? so much easier for you to just listen to me.”

tears threatened to spill onto your cheeks but you’d know that would just set him off again. instead, you swallowed them down and started to clean the mess you made. you were madly in love with steve, no matter how mean he was, you couldn’t muster the want to leave him. when he wasn’t full of rage, he was sweet. he dotted on you, listened to your hard days, gave you the most gentle kisses. the anger was only temporary even if it did appear more than you’d like.

after cleaning the mess, you went to the fridge and grabbed two waters, handing one to steve before you cracked yours open. catching his eye, you noticed his pupils were smaller and his expression had softened. you let out a breath.

“stevie, do you want to smoke a blunt?” your voice was even, calmed down now that you’ve noticed he’s relaxed.

“sure, sweetpea, will you roll for us?” he asked in reply, chugging half his water in one go.

“yes! absolutely.”

your enthusiasm seemed to please him, your brain silently pleading for him to stay calm. you gathered all the items needed to roll and got started at the table, keeping your space tidy and clean. steve did love when you rolled, it was always pretty and perfect.

once finished, you lit it for him and passed it across the table to him, a delicate smile on your face. steve inhaled sharply then let the smoke roll out of his mouth, his lips looking good as always. he passed the blunt to you, eyes raking over your face as you smoked.

“i’m sorry, my love. what i did was extremely rude and i shouldn’t treat you like that. my anger was running the show and i just let it.” steve said with what you understood as truly genuine. you knew you shouldn’t forgive him but the words that left your mouth betrayed your thoughts.

“it’s okay, stevie. i forgive you. i know you love me.”