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basementsmokecircle · 1 year

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WHERE R UUU

im so sorry for being mia, school has been ROUGH

here's a preview of something i'm working on as an apology :))

you always find yourself here.

no matter what you do, how long you wait, you always find yourself here - standing outside of eric foreman’s basement - nervous to knock on the door.

you’ve been nervous a lot recently.

a subtle kind of anxiety that creeps up on you, until you can’t feel your fingers and your arms have gone numb. smoking helped. it’s why you’re here now, knocking on your dealer’s best friend’s door. or at least, that’s what you tell yourself as you reach up and rap your knuckles against the wood.

the door gets ripped open, and the look of confusion that was marred on steven’s face slides into surprise. he’s wearing a washed-out band tee, and if you squint, you can see the remnants of a name there, but steven’s tapping his rings on the door, dragging your attention back to his face.

there’s a knowing grin on his face.

“haven’t seen you around in a while,” he states, trailing his eyes up the length of you. the pair of you haven’t seen each other since he tried to teach you how to roll, before getting distracted by one of kelso’s pranks. you nod and nervously twist at the hips, sending the hem of your skirt twirling.

“miss me?” you squint at him. you missed him. you never thought you’d think that. never thought that you would miss steven hyde, yet here you are. hyde raises his brows, tongue trailing the line of his bottom teeth as he tries - and fails - to hide his blushing smile.

steven pulls the door open and you glance around the surprisingly empty basement.

“been kinda anxious lately.”

“oh, well-” steven starts, patting his chest and looking at you triumphantly, “-hyde’s got something for that”

in a daze, you watch hyde as he lifts the joint to his lips. that anxious feeling tugging at your stomach has scattered, and been replaced with a giggly kind of calm. you let yourself gaze at his ringed fingers, at the way his lips wrap around the paper, at the way he inhales, the smoke wafting out of his mouth and his nose, settling around the room.

jim morrison is singing about an LA woman, and the music settles into your subconscious, the guitar prickling at the cloudy parts of your mind. hyde wordlessly hands you the joint but drops it on the ugly yellow couch. you start giggling, being quick to pick it up and pull it to your lips.

“you get so giggly when you’re high. it’s cute.”

the compliment washes over you, “you think i’m cute?” you giggle, furrowing your brows together and smiling, stupidly. hyde leans back against the couch and motions for the joint.

“mm-hm,” he sounds, casually, pulling the joint to his mouth. “i’ve never told you that?”

“no, you have. just wanted to hear it again.”

hyde’s face splits into a smile, “you’re evil. you come here just to get complimented?”

“s’not my fault you’re so good at it.”

you roll off the bed before he can respond, yelling, “music time!”

steven rolls his eyes and groans.

“i promise it’ll be good - no abba. besides, this album is basically over. i’ll pick something you like.”

“fine,” he dubiously agrees.

“what do i get if i pick correctly?”

he thinks it over, looking around the room to check if he has anything he’s willing to give you. then he smirks, leaning back on the couch.

“a kiss?” he offers.

you clap your hands excitedly, “okay, gotta slip into focus mode.”

you crack your fingers and roll your neck, giving his crates of vinyl a concentrated stare. you have a lot of options.

“does it have to be your favourite or one you’re just okay with?”

“oh,” hyde begins, getting comfortable on the couch. he’s manspreading, an arm behind his head, staring at you as he smokes.

if you weren’t so high, you’d be blushing.

“i want to hear my favourite.”

“you’re making this extremely hard; do you not want to kiss me or something?”

a shit-eating grin appears on his lips, “gotta make you work for it, doll.”

you blush and quickly turn away, flipping through the huge music collection. hyde pipes up from the couch as he watches you take your time.

“i’m getting nervous baby,” he calls, but you shush him, “shut up steven, you’re distracting me.”

bowie, hendrix, fleetwood mac, led zeppelin—you pause and frown at the album. noticing how worn the case is, you set up the record player. a surprised look of recognition floods hyde’s face as he hears the opening chords to black dog.

“no…” he trails off.

you smile excitedly. “did i do good?”

when the drum hits, he jumps from the couch and stalks toward you. your back gets pushed against the countertop before you even register that he’s there. it’s sudden enough that you make a small, startled sound, hands jutting out behind you to grab at the edge of the counter. he slides his hand around your waist, tugging your hips towards him by the small of your back and begins talking as if this isn’t affecting him in the slightest. you, on the other hand…

“you’ve been stalking me, haven’t you?” he asks, bending down; pouring his red-rimmed eyes into yours. all you can do is stand there and let out a shuddering, stuttering breath.

suddenly, you’re nervous. maybe it’s the drugs, maybe it’s the proximity, but as hyde flicks his gaze from your lips to your eyes -- up close and personal -- you’re a goner.

“no,” you whisper, gulping. “i’m just observant.”

“always looking at me,” he tuts, and he’s joking, but you nod regardless. nod because it’s true.

“yeah, you’re really pretty.”

hyde doesn’t expect that. he pulls a face and snorts, “what?”

“yeah, like,” you start, tone quiet. you flick your eyes down the length of his throat, fingers coming out to play with the hem of his shirt.

you briefly smile, “sometimes, i think it’s kinda insane, how pretty you are. you have really nice lips. the hair is appealing, too, of course, but i think it’s the whole package that just – has anyone ever told you that? that you’re pretty? i really think they should have; it’s so obvious—”

hyde shuts you up with a kiss.

he tightens his grip on your back and just kisses you, deep and steady, with no tongue, just the soft feel of his lips and the taste of weed and spit. at first, it shocks you and makes you pause, but then you’re there, moving your fingers to grab at his belt to tug him deeper, pulling away for a second, just to lean forward and kiss him again.“say that again,” he breathes, dark eyes catching yours.

#give me your thoughts!!#📨 - signed sealed delivered #hyde! ⋆｡𖦹°✩#hyde x reader #steven hyde #steven hyde imagines #steven hyde x reader #that 70's show #that 70s show #that 70s show imagines #that 70’s show imagines #fanfic

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basementsmokecircle · 1 year

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OMG CAN I BE AN EMOJI ANON?? if so, may i please be 🐰?? i definitely will be one of your regulars.

i have a request if that is okay - hyde being all intimate and loving with sub!reader's first time. i think it is so cute.

thank you !! 🫶🏻

pairing: steven hyde x f!reader

content: fluff, soft!hyde, lowkey nasty, overly descriptive cause we’re all whores

wordcount:

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a/n: YES OF COURSE YOU CAN BE AN ANON OMG!! im kinda freaking out this feels like ive made it

you shouldn’t be nervous, really. it’s just steven. he’s sitting across from you on the creaky yellow couch in the foreman’s basement, criss-cross-applesauce style. your steven, his big hands flailing in the air as he goes on and on about some car that runs on water, mouth etched into a smile, eyes red-rimmed and beautiful. the couch bounces with his enthusiasm, and you draw closer to him with each syllable. your steven, who is doing nothing out of the ordinary, and who is perfect as ever in tight jeans and a tattered led zeppelin tee - he doesn’t even have to try, and maybe these simple realizations are what cause the butterflies in your stomach.

“-its got a fibreglass air-cooled engine and it runs on - hey are you okay?”

if it weren’t for his drastic change in expression, you probably wouldn’t have realized what a trance you’re in. between the furrow of his brows and the amused tilt at the corner of his mouth, you come floating back to earth. his calloused hand pushes back a strand of your hair as if to remind you that he’s still here.

“i - yeah, yeah sorry i just,” you grab his hand by his wrist, pulling it into your lap so you can stroke the back of his knuckles. “got distracted s’all.” your eyes divert to where your fingers are connected, and the sound of his breathy chuckle has a string pulling at your heart.

“i’ll stop with the conspiracy talk. there’s only so much crazy you should be subjected to, y’know?”

it’s lighthearted, he’s smirking and looking at you with enough fondness to make your cheeks feel like they’re being stroked by fire. still, the implication that he may be annoying you in any way has you shaking your head and smiling.

“no, no that never bothers me stevie, don’t be silly.” you finally meet his glance. “you’re just handsome. really handsome, even when you’re talking crazy.”

“you’re fucking cute,” he breathes out earnestly, moving his arms around your waist and pulling you forward with minimal effort - right onto his lap. your arms find a resting place on his shoulders, and his curls tickle the backs of your arms. the proximity is intoxicating, for no reason at all.

“can’t believe you’re really staying the night,” he smooths the hair out of your eyes, and tucks it behind your ears. “i get to fall asleep with you’n my arms, wake up with you in em’ too. i’m one lucky son of a bitch, hm?”

he’s thinking out loud, but he’s too far gone to feel any shame, and when you tuck your face into the warm nook of his neck his arms squeeze you tight. he kisses the top of your head, smelling the fresh scent of your shampoo. your cheek grazes the side of his jaw as you meet him face to face, nose to nose.

you angle your head toward him and graze his lips with yours. hyde sighs into your mouth and kicks into gear. he pushes back, meeting your lips with force - hands wandering over the small of your back, to your soft hips, and upwards until his fingertips have passed your jugular and he’s holding your face tenderly.

it’s now when you feel the growing firmness beneath the rough material of his jeans. he tries to keep himself at bay, but it’s almost impossible when you’re letting out the sweetest sounds. he’s only a man.

and you’re a goddamn menace. as new as it all is, your body reacts, and you press yourself tighter to his lithe frame, hips moving against his hard-on in the process.

“mm, baby baby…” your pout is immediate when he breaks from your mouth, brows furrowed and lips swollen. for a moment, you think you’ve taken it too far too fast - he’s stopped you from moving completely.

“are you okay? did i do something wrong?”

“fuck no, i - sorry - i uh…” poor steven can’t bring himself to say it. you guys have barely been kissing for five minutes and he’s already hard as a rock. it’s only when you see how dark his pupils have turned that you connect the dots.

whoa.

the butterfly in your stomach threatens to take flight, and without any thought, your mouth is moving.

“you can undress me.”

his breath catches and his heart stutters as he gnaws on the inside of his cheek, and tries to calm the urge to fuck your brains out right now, right on the foreman’s couch.

“are you sure? you know you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” he almost feels guilty just thinking about it, until you lean over to kiss the corner of his mouth, fingertips grazing his stomach.

“yeah, please. want you to.”

he’s practically vibrating with excitement and doesn’t waste any time to scoop you up and bring you to his makeshift bedroom. you’re tossed onto the bed, and with an exhale your tee shirt is pulled over your head.

“christ,” he whines, and you’re captivated by the look on his face. it’s impossible not to feel flustered.

“can i-” you don’t let him finish.

“yes, please touch me.” you arch your chest upwards and into the warm, all emcompassing mass of his palm. he stifles a groan, and you feel like you’re losing your mind.

steven short circuits for about five whole second until he makes a bee-line to your chest, lips sucking your nipples into his mouth. you gaso, and your fingers fly to his curls. he’s sloppy, moving between the valley of your breasts to the other one, leaving trails of spit across your skin.

“steven, holy shit. that feels so good, can’t - mmph.” you’re a mess, and he’s a ghost, a head of hair across your sternum until he glances up at you with pink cheeks and a sweaty forehead.

“my sweet girl, can’t believe you’re all mine,” he’s muttering his words in between your breasts, “wanna make you feel good, give you anythin’ you want.”

your boyfriend is laying his full weight on you, and through the thin shorts you’re wearing, you can feel his dick beckoning you with throbs and weeps. you feel drunk of him, every sense surrounded by steven. your fingernails claw at the material covering his back, and you take it upon yourself to pull it over his head.

“want me to grab a rubber?” hyde mumbles his words between sloppy kisses, and hopes that you can’t hear the hitch in his throat at the prospect of doing it with you.

“yeah. yeah, please steven.” it feels just as surreal for you.

hyde can’t say no to you when you whine in that breathy tone, and he reaches over your head to pull open his bedside drawer to tear open the new box of condoms.

“god, you’re somethin’ else.” he’s mouthing across your jaw and underneath your ear. he does it so casually, throws his shirt with the rest of the discarded clothing and the stray items that live on his bedroom floor. you feel weak when he tears the condom package and pulls out the rubber, unraveling it before bringing it down his cock. you watch his face as he does, watching the way his tongue darts out and nips the top of his lip, brows furrowed in concentration as he fits the condom down his thick shaft; fighting the urge to jerk his cock at the sight of you.

when he meets your eyes again, you look completely overtaken with desire. your eyelids heavy and your breath bated. steven hooks his fingers underneath the shorts you’re wearing so that he can get rid of them.

you’re not wearing underwear. of course you aren’t. steven is convinced that your entire existence is designed to test the bounds of his composure and strength. the warm lighting from his lamp illuminates your body, highlighting your curves. your soft thighs only part when he places his palms between them, slowly encouraging them to allow him a look.

you reach out to stroke his arm as he separates your trembling legs, his jaw going slack, cock twitching just a few centimeters away from your opening.

“fucking hell … you’re so fuckin’ pretty.” he chokes out, swallowing hard as he touches you with hesitant hands, almost like he’s scared to break you. your hips lift, just enough to make contact with the tip of his dick and you whine.

“please, stevie. ‘want you inside me. please.”

his stomach tightens and he crawls over you to stroke your cheek with his thumb.

steven’s eyelids are heavy, and his breath fans your mouth as he lines up his cock with your entrance. your thighs lift towards your chest, ankles stationed at his waist, and you feel the welcome push of his tip as it glides over your slick.

you both take a shuddering breath in, your fingers moving to the back of your boyfriend’s neck as he pivots his hips forward and slips into the tight warmth of your cunt. the stretch causes you to hiss, both in pleasure and pain.

“you okay doll? let me know if i need to stop.” he grunts, kissing your collarbone.

“m’okay, stevie. don’t you dare stop.”

his chuckle comes out in a breath, and a choked moan leaves his throat as he comtinues to push into you, till he’s nudging against the softness of your cervix. your entire body shudders, and you kiss the bicep that holds him up over you.

you shudder, and he groans, dragging hinself back out and then back in. your whole body rocks with the movement.

“jesus christ, how do you feel s’fucking good. i don’t - can’t - fuck.” he’s slurring his words and beginning to form a steady rhythm. your moans are more like sharp gasps the faster he goes, increasing the lewd sounds between your legs that squeal with each drag of his cock.

“so pretty,” he whispers. “you’re so fucking pretty.”

“st-steven..” your words are hiccuped. you feel so full, it’s hard to speak at all. to say other than his name, so you recite it like it’s the only thing you know.

“steven, shit ” your words are punctuated with a whimper that starts from your diaphragm and crawls it's way out of your throat, pistoned by his hips and their grueling ministrations.

"oh, god, please." you cry out, heels digging into his back, hands splayed across the broad expanse of his shoulder blades. every breath that passes his lips is followed by a groan of pleasure. he's flushed, all sweat and shades of pink and red. his eyes are glassy, mirroring yours. you move his curls from his forehead and steven is sucker-punched in the gut with a wave of adoration.

"oh, sweetheart," he leans down, slowing his thrusts so that he can kiss you steadily, purposefully. somehow he feels deeper this way, impossibly so, and he nips your bottom lip when you flutter around him. "didn't mean to - to not show you attention. m'sorry, just...you feel so good. s'like heaven."

"keep - keep going, just like that. ohh.."

his arms shake with the fight to hold himself up, until he doesn't anymore, and slips his hands underneath you till they're sandwiched between the mattress and your back. his thrusts are deep and slow, meaningful instead of mindless fucking. which, he's not opposed to, but you're you. he wants to fuck you like he might not ever get the chance to again.

he’s breathing hard against the crook of your shoulder, and when he makes this noise that's almost pathetic, that coil holding you tight, snaps and all at once you're gasping, thighs a deadly grip around his waist.

"shit - i-i’m cumming." your walls flex and spasm around his length and steven thinks he might pass out. you're still twitching and whining his name while he’s emptying into the condom, nudging your cervix.

"fuck, just like that." he thrusts like he's fucking his cum into you, like he's filling you up.

he made you cum. steven's never felt this high before, and he's a fucking druggie. you feel his lips peppering soft, gentle kisses along your jugular, and your fingers trace lines up and down his warm back as his cock softens inside of you.

"i love you." he speaks tenderly, softly. it's scary and breathtaking all at once.

"i love you too, hyde."

and you do. you really do.

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#🐰 anon! ⋆｡𖦹°✩#📨 - signed sealed delivered #hyde! ⋆｡𖦹°✩#hyde x reader #steven hyde x reader #steven hyde imagines #steven hyde #that 70s show #that 70s show imagines #that 70's show #that 70’s show imagines #fanfic #smut #nsfw #that 90s show

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basementsmokecircle · 1 year

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More Steve Hyde smut please!!

pairing: steven hyde x f!reader

content: cockwarming, cannabis use, literally sitting on hyde’s dick as he rolls a blunt

wordcount: 598

a/n: ask and you shall receive <3

“ste-steven..” you whimper softly, rutting your hips up and earning a low hum from your boyfriend.

“just wait doll, gimme one more minute.” your chest grows tight as he shifts under you, adjusting so he could pack the weed into the paper better. but that was the problem, you couldn’t wait.

“hyde…” you whimpered again, louder this time, needier.

“thought i told you to gimme a fuckin’ minute.” your boyfriend’s tone is harsher this time, and it’s meant to intimidate you, but all it does is make you hornier.

he’s so hot when he gets like this. you can’t focus, you can’t even listen to the music blaring from his speakers anymore. the two blunts you smoked beforehand fucked up your head, and literally being able to feel hyde roll another one. every single thought in your brain is centered around how good hyde feels inside of you, how thick he is, and especially how he’s not fucking moving.

you can’t see it but hyde smiles from behind you as he shifts again, dropping the newly rolled blunt onto the table.

“alright pretty girl, lemme feel you move on me.” steven finally says, and you let out an audible gasp. he lifts your hips up, deliciously dragging his cock out. you whimper, and dig your hands into his thighs.

“hy-hyde…” your eyes squeeze tight as he kisses your neck. he’s so close you can feel his breath on your neck, the moans and gasps that tumble from his lips fan in your ear. you can hear the filthy sounds of your pussy squelching throughout the room.

“what’cha thinkin’ about pretty? what’s got you squeezing m’cock so fucking tight?” hyde gasps in your ear.

your eyes shoot open as you feel fingers on your clit, rubbing slowly. you’re so close you can practically taste it.

“mm-nothing!” you squeal, hips twitching as you feel your orgasm grow closer. he laughs in your ear softly and the sound travels right down to your core.

“m’not believing that for a second. y’fucking gushing baby, c’mon baby, tell me.”

hyde’s pace grows faster, and seemingly rougher. his hands move to your thighs as he lifts them higher for a better angle. then he pistons his hips, fucking into you at an almost animalistic pace. his tip just barely pounds into your cervix, making you go completely dumb. you’re babbling and whimpering, tears pricking at your eyes from the blinding pleasure overcoming you. your toes curl as you let out a sob, mouth falling open and ears ringing.

“hyde! i can’t!” you cry out, overwhelmed at the feeling of his fingers rubbing your clit again. he’s everywhere all at once and it’s clouding your brain.

“come on baby, cum on m’fucking cock. wanna feel it, wanna feel you.” his words push you over the edge and you cum. hard. your pussy twitches with sensitivity as the movements on your clit grow softer. his hips start to move again, and fucks into you slowly. you whine and try to move away, but hyde moves a hand to still you.

“please hyde! i can’t..” you whimper, the after-shocks of your last orgasm still coursing through your body. you’re so sensitive, but hyde doesn’t slow down. he bends down to your cheek and presses a sweet kiss to it.

“one more.” he says, and it’s not a request. it’s an order. you squirm again and his thrusts grow harder, more erratic. your poor, swollen pussy aches, but it’s so fucking good.

“one more doll.” hyde demands. your eyes close as you feel another orgasm approaching.

one more.

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#📨 - signed sealed delivered #hyde! ⋆｡𖦹°✩#hyde x reader #steven hyde x reader #steven hyde imagines #steven hyde #that 70s show #that 70s show imagines #that 70's show #that 70’s show imagines #fanfic #smut #nsfw #that 90s show

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basementsmokecircle · 1 year

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sweet girl of mine -

pairing: steven hyde x f!reader

content: just pure smut, praise, overstimulation, slightly mean!hyde, pet names

wordcount: 500

a/n: guys if you want me to write for anyone other than hyde you have to tell me or else i’ll just keep being horny for him also sorry for the awkward ending

you’re beyond sensitive, so when you feel the head of steven’s cock rubbing up and down your folds you can hear your wetness. your entire body trembles as his tip makes contact with your sensitive clit; swollen and burning from hyde making you cum with his mouth more times than your mind could keep count. it could’ve been 4, it could’ve been 6. your brain fizzled out with that lust-filled haze after the second one. the only thing you could feel, could focus on, was hyde and his tongue devouring your cunt. making your back arch from the mattress, your hands pulling his curls, pleads on your lips for him to keep going—or to let up.

the slow drags of his tongue, his lips wrapping around your clit, his fingers fucking your weeping hole: it was all so good. hyde knew everything you needed, and he loved feeling you fall apart on his tongue and pleading even as your hips couldn’t help but stutter against his tongue. he loved it even more when you were overly sensitive, like right now. hyde loves the way your nails dig into his scalp as you shake underneath him.

“i can’t take anymore,” you whine. steven’s cock is still rubbing slowly against your throbbing clit, making your legs shake.

“yes, you can.” one of his hands is on your hip, moving from your skin to hold his cock. the other is on your neck, his thumb below your bottom lip as he pulls your face up ever the slightest to meet his lips. “know you can take it, baby.” his words are hot against your lips when he whispers them between kisses. before you can give him another plead or whine you feel him pressing into you slowly, so fucking slowly that it makes your walls burn at the stretch. no matter how wet you are, hyde’s cock always stretches you in a way that burns deliciously.

a gasp falls from his lips once he’s fully inside you. you feel so full, so warm. hyde’s hips start to move slowly and you’re mewling and whimpering into his neck. your nails dig into his shoulder blades, and it’s all so good and your body slowly switches gears. your body begs for more, the exhaustion once felt devoured by the pleasure steven is giving you as he fucks you. “that’s it. that’s my girl.” hyde groans against your lips. his are swollen and wet from your own. while his cock works in and out of you at the perfect speed, the perfect motion, the perfect drag; his mouth works against yours just as perfectly. the whimper you let out when you feel the pad of his finger press against your clit burns your throat. your body is craving more of what you know will leave you numb, fucked out, and exhausted, but you know you’ll give it to him. you’ll let your body be taken over and over by his mouth, his fingers, his cock.

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#hyde! ⋆｡𖦹°✩#hyde x reader #steven hyde x reader #steven hyde imagines #steven hyde #that 70s show #that 70s show imagines #that 70's show #that 70’s show imagines #fanfic #smut #nsfw #that 90s show

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basementsmokecircle · 1 year

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hyde's rings leaving indents on your thighs while he eats you out :( he has to hold your legs open because you’re so sensitive from already having several orgasms. the cold metal on his fingers trailing up and down your legs to tease you while recovering from your climax just before he smirks and yanks your legs apart again.

“c’mon baby, you’ve got a couple more in ya. i’ll do all the work, you just lay there and look pretty for me ‘kay?” :(

#hyde! ⋆｡𖦹°✩#lynne talks #i turn into a WHORE when the clock strikes 12am #steven hyde x reader #hyde x reader #steven hyde imagines #that 70's show #that 70’s show imagines #that 70s show #that 70s show imagines #steven hyde #hyde

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basementsmokecircle · 1 year

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Psst can you do more hyde smut please I haven't been able to fund much and you write him so well

aaa thank you!! that literally means the world <3 this isn't my best work, but I kinda like it :)

pairing: steven hyde x f!reader

content: this is kinda soft, cannabis use, pet names, unprotected sex

wordcount: 511

a/n: third tumblr fic and it’s STILL porn. this is kind of different from my other work. let me know if you guys enjoy it!!

having high sex with steven hyde has quickly become one of your favourite past-times.

it’s the same every time - he comes over, you smoke a joint together, and then he fucks you.

it’s lazy, with low words whispered against your lips and airy giggles. his nose inches from you and his bouncy curls brushing against your forehead. always face to face, with your back pressed against the sofa. warm breath wafts across your lips. the earthy smell of the weed makes you light-headed sometimes, the world swimming past in a disjointed haze. the only thing you can feel is how good it feels when hyde rocks into you.

your fingers tease the curls on the back of his neck, and your voice breaks into a groan as you murmur his name and tell him just how well he’s doing. the combination of the praise and the weed has him whining, and his words come stuttering in response.

honestly? the fact that you have that effect on THE steven hyde?? it might be your favourite part.

“good boy,” you whisper. “just like that.”

your fingers twist into his roots and you tug - hard. the resulting pain is dulled by the high and hyde only gasps, mouth agape. his lips are bruised from the catch of your repeated kisses. dimly, you think about how perfect he looks when rolling himself deeper and deeper inside of you like this.

“so pretty,” you whisper. “you’re so fucking pretty.”

hyde’s face lowers and he pants into the crook of your neck. his mouth is soft as he peppers kisses across your skin. your legs tighten around him, pulling his body even closer to you. his cock drags in and out of your core - it’s a delicious stretch. his tip rubs that spot deep inside you and a breathy moan leaves your lips, fingers tightening so that your nails bite into the skin of his shoulders. he knows your body so well that he can recognize that the sharpness is encouragement rather than a plea to stop.

and so, he keeps going. keeps bumping into you a bit clumsier than usual. still, he gets the angle right. he always does.

there’s low heat coiling in the pit of your stomach, simmering underneath your skin. the warmth mixes with the weed haze, leaving your mind floating when you finally come - clenching around him and seeing stars.

it takes him a little longer, it always does when he’s high. the cannabis dulls his senses, and therefore the sensitivity of his cock. hyde manages to coax out two more floaty orgasms from you.

when you tighten around him he shudders, and drives himself impossibly deeper into your sobbing cunt. he lets go and a low groan vibrates through his chest as he releases into you.

you curl your fingers through his - now matted and sweaty - hair and listen to him pant and gasp as he gathers himself. when he eventually rolls his body off yours, a smile twists your lips.

“i think i have another joint somewhere if you want?”

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basementsmokecircle · 1 year

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heaven's on fire

pairing: steven hyde x f!reader

content: corruption kink if you squint, pet names, hair pulling, teasing, one slap, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!!)

wordcount: 992

a/n: second tumblr fic and it’s still porn!! hyde wears rings argue with the wall

“y’know steven, i’m starting to think you're a bad influence.”

long fingers run down your thigh, playing with the hem of your skirt, slowly inching it up to reveal more of your skin.

“what makes you think that sweetheart?” he feigns disbelief, words muffled as he presses kisses onto your neck.

“well, for one, making me sneak out for you? it’s a bit crazy, don’t you think?”

steven laughs, the sweet sound making a smile pull at the corners of your lips. “i’m so sorry angel, how dare i corrupt you!” his fingers run up your side, and you shriek as they dig into your waist, “but you’re still in my bed, hm? my star cheerleader.”

you bring your hand up to his curly hair, tugging softly, “i’m here completely against my will.”

“mhm, ‘course you are sweetheart.” steven continues pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses onto your neck, his hand pulling your skirt up to the crease of your thighs, exposing your cotton panties. the rings on his fingers feel cool against the increasing temperature of your skin, and a shudder runs through your body as he ghosts his fingertips across your mound.

“don’t play around,” you breathe out.

“aw, feelin’ needy already?” he asked teasingly. “i haven’t even touched you yet.”

“i swear to god i’ll leave, hyde,” you begin, pushing yourself forward and off his chest.

“hey, hey, hey!” he exclaims, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you in closer, “patience goes a long way, angel.”

steven’s free hand pushed your skirt further up, the hunter-green material bunched up around your stomach and leaving you exposed to him. leaning your head back, you softly groan as he pushes your panties to the side, middle finger moving up and down your slit impossibly slow.

your head buzzes each time you feel his metal ring nudge against your clit, his zeppelin cassette playing softly in the background the only thing that kept you grounded as he adds another finger.

“relax,” he mumbles, nimble fingers dragging your slick up to your clit, circling it softly. eyes squeezed shut in pleasure, you feel the muscles in your thighs tighten as he speeds up his pace.

“oh sh-shit, just like that, steven.” desperate moans leave your lips as he circles your bud, his fingers moving faster until you can’t do anything except grip his bed sheets. flashes of warmth rush over your body like waves, the coil in your stomach so close to snapping—until he drags his fingers away from you.

your eyes shoot open, hands loosening from the sheets. “hyde!—fuck you, i was so close!” you cry out.

steven grins and scoots up the bed until his back hits the headboard, his large hands maneuvering you until you’re sitting on his lap, facing him.

“c’mon, you didn’t think it would be that easy, did you?” his voice is condescending, head tilted to the side as he takes his sunglasses off and folds them, tossing them to the floor. his eyes glint beneath the dim bedroom lights, “i wanna see you cum on my cock.”

pausing, your lips part in disbelief before you place your hands onto his shoulders, lifting your body to rest your knees on either side of his thighs. the buckle of his belt clinks as you undo it, fingers moving skillfully to loosen it and unbutton his pants. steven watches you hungrily as you shove his jeans down until you can see his briefs.

you get his jeans halfway down his thighs before you give up, your fingers moving to pull at the waistband of his briefs impatiently, taking your bottom lip between your teeth as his cock springs free.

“be good to me.” your boyfriend brings his hands onto your hip and squeezes it.

scooching closer, you raise your hips to lower yourself onto him, the stretch drawing a low moan from your lips. steven watches the way your face contorts in pleasure as you take him all in.

bringing a hand up to your scalp, his fingers curl around your strands of hair as he pulls them. the action causes your mouth to open with a moan, and he takes the opportunity to yank you into a fervent kiss, the clash of teeth and tongue making him grin against your lips. you taste like mint chapstick and weed, the odd combination intoxicating to steven.

“takin’ me so well doll,” he mumbles against your lips, his desperate hands moving beneath your pleated skirt to grip your hips as you find a steady rhythm.

“how’re you so—fuck, big,” you drawl, throwing your head back in pleasure.

steven chuckles, “you feel like heaven.”

his fingers tighten their grip around your hips and he bites back a moan, “look at you, so fucked out.”

you suck in a deep breath as your stomach tightens, “you made me this way, hyde,” you reply with a faint smile. “absolutely corrupted me.”

he lets out a laugh, bringing a hand between you and runs his thumb up to your clit. a broken moan escapes you as warmth blooms beneath your skin.

steven begins pistoning up into you as your movements become sloppier, and his curls stick to his temples with sweat, his exposed forearms flexing. you clench around him as your orgasm washes over you, your thighs shaking while gasps escape your lips. he talks you through it, soft praise contrasting against his cruel pace. the sensation of your tight cunt is enough for him to cum right after you, warmth spreading inside of you as you hiccup, and try to catch your breath.

forehead dropping to rest against steven’s chest, you close your eyes at the sound of his rapid heartbeat.

“so, how does a sleepover sound?” he asks sleepily, the sound of his head knocking against the headboard making you laugh softly.

“it sounds really, really good.”

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#hyde! ⋆｡𖦹°✩#that 70s show #steven hyde #steven hyde x reader #steven hyde imagines #that 70s show imagines #hyde x reader #that 70's show #that 70’s show imagines #fanfic #smut #nsfw #that 90s show

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basementsmokecircle · 1 year

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riding hyde for this first time and he tells you, "just the tip." when you go to sit on his cock. says he doesn't want his pretty baby getting hurt. just. i love him i really do.

aaa first ask!!

he holds you under your thighs as you gently lower yourself onto him, the fat head popping inside your tight little hole. you try to take more of him but he squeezes you and holds you in place, "just keep inside you like this, baby. just the tip."

whining and clenching around him, thighs shaking. "w-want more." trying to lower yourself, to take more, but he holds you up, holds you steady.

"i know you do. but we're taking it slow-" his nails digging into your flesh when you rock back and forth. "slow. be good and take what you're given, sweetheart,

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basementsmokecircle · 1 year

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⋆｡𖦹 ° ✩ steven 'james' hyde ✩ ° 𖦹｡⋆

#📸 -> hyde!#hyde! ⋆｡𖦹°✩#that 70s show #steven hyde #steven hyde x reader #steven hyde imagines #that 70s show imagines #hyde x reader #that 70's show #that 70’s show imagines #fanfic #moodboard #retro moodboard #vintage moodboard

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basementsmokecircle · 1 year

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shut up -

pairing: steven hyde x f!reader

content: this is porn. praise, kinda mean!hyde, overstimulation

wordcount: 596

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a/n: first tumblr fic and it’s porn. starting strong!

enjoy ⋆｡𖦹°✩

your hips jerk against hyde’s face, whimpers leaving your mouth in a mess of pain and pleasure. his forearm is firmly placed over your hips as he attempts to keep you in position, but he’s distracted by your taste, the way you clench around his fingers, and your whines. at this point, he’s eating you out for his pleasure.

he told you to count how many times he’d make you cum, but you’ve long lost count.

“st-steven,” you reach down to try and push his hands and mouth away from your core, but he roughly grabs your wrist with his free hand and pins it against the bed, “s’too much.”

the small sobs leaving your lips are dry until you feel tears prick the corners of your eyes. you begin to think he’ll ignore your desperate pleas until you hear a growl, “i don’t care.”

steven starts with a strong lick up your slit, humming quietly against you before pulling back, spitting down on your slick and messy cunt. he wraps his lips around your clit harshly, sucking hard. whining loudly, your hips buck up towards his face. you hear his growly voice again, “i know you’re close sweetheart, cum for me.”

as much as your brain tells you that you can’t take anymore, your body's ever-tightening coil finally snaps. your hips lift off of the bed again, this time in abrupt pleasure. a pornographic moan spills from your mouth, a whimper of pain slipping through.

“good girl, good fucking girl,” he coos, (you keen at his words, even in your delirious state) and curls his fingers inside of you like he’d been doing for the past - through your hazy eyes, you glance at the clock - hour?

steven’s fingers still inside of you before he pulls them out, and for a moment you think he’s finally gonna give you a rest before you feel him lick a broad stripe up your cunt, collecting all your cum. he exhales at the taste of you, “so good.”

shoving his fingers back inside of you, you squeal as you try to scramble back up the bed, away from him. sobs and pleas fall from your lips without you fully processing them, “please, p- hyde. no more. hurts.”

steven ignores you, humming. the arm splayed across your abdomen seems to loosen up its grip, hyde's thumb rubbing soothing circles on your hip, “and how many was that?”

you rack your brain, but nothing that would get you out of trouble comes up.

“dunno,” you quietly mutter the word, afraid of him getting frustrated, but he heard clearly. your boyfriend nods, clearly not too bothered by it.

your hips jerk against hyde’s face, whimpers leaving your mouth in a mess of pain and pleasure. his forearm is firmly placed over your hips as he attempts to keep you in position, but he’s entirely distracted by your taste, the way you clench around his fingers, and your whines. at this point, he’s eating you out for his pleasure.

he told you to count how many times he’d make you cum, but you’ve long lost count.

“st-steven,” you reach down to try and push his hands and mouth away from your core, but he roughly grabs your wrist with his free hand and pins it against the bed, “s’too much.”

the small sobs leaving your lips are dry until you feel tears prick the corners of your eyes. you begin to think he’ll ignore your desperate pleas until you hear a growl, “i don’t care.”

steven ignores you, humming. the arm splayed across your abdomen seems to loosen up its grip, hyde's thumb rubbing soothing circles on your hip, “and how many was that?”

you rack your brain, but nothing that would get you out of trouble comes up. “dunno,” you quietly mutter the word, afraid of him getting frustrated, but he heard clearly. your boyfriend nods, clearly not too bothered by it.

“that’s okay, angel. you're doing so good for me, yeah? so pretty,” he pauses before continuing, “you're going to give me one more, okay?”

before you can even shake your head in protest, his mouth is back on you and his long fingers pick up speed. "you whine a lot for someone enjoying themselves," steven remarks as his fingers are met with reluctant enthusiasm. you beg him to stop, it hurts. but he doesn’t seem to hear (or care), your words going in one ear and out the other.

“steven, w-wait-!“ you try to pull your hips away, but his mouth just chases them, his grip on your hips bordering on painful.

“shush pretty, i can feel you clenching 'round me. you’re close, huh? yeah, i know you are. be good and cum.”

“steven-“

your shriek cuts you off, as he sucks on your clit once before muttering,

“just shut up and cum.”

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