#and poor stevie just wanted to relax

[luveline]

I don’t have a specific scenario in mind- but please give us some more Steve X Shy reader, I’m living for them!

hi I hope this was a request because I took it as one <3. Steve trying to comfort you when you worry his friends don't like you 🥺

Steve finds you outside, sitting on the edge of the hood of his car, picking at your nails. You must not see him approaching — he steps down onto the gravel driveway and you flinch hard. 

You’re relieved to see it’s him. “Oh, Stevie.”

He dislikes and loves the nickname. Stevie sounds like someone’s great aunt, but it’s you saying it.

He lets it slide. 

“What are you doing out here?”

You flatten your hands over your thighs looking as high strung as he’s ever seen you, taking noticeably shallow breaths. “It’s so…” you scratch at your denim jeans. “It’s so loud in there. Right?”

“Right,” he agrees quickly, the car bouncing beneath you as he sits by your side, close enough to feel the heat coming off of your arm and thigh but not quite touching.

“I don’t…” again, picking at your nails. Your shoulders are slumped forward, dejected. 

“What?” he asks. 

“I don’t think any of your friends like me.”

“Of course they do,” Steve says. Doesn’t miss a beat. 

He doesn’t know if he’s being truthful. Certainly none of his friends dislike you; they’ve got no reason to. Steve thinks you’re perfectly pretty and charming, soft-spoken maybe, but striking in what you do say. Big-hearted. 

You get meaner, scratching at your cuticles, pushing them back with the pad of your thumb over and over. Steve cringes at the sight. 

You turn to him abruptly, sounding acutely miserable. “Why is this so hard?” you ask. 

Somebody knocks something in the house and you flinch for the second time. Steve nudges his knee into yours, thinking of what to say. Thinking, if they like me then they’ll like you, because you’re twice the person that I am. But saying something that earnest aloud is hard not because you don’t deserve to hear it but because Steve doesn’t know how to do that, how to comfort someone, not properly. 

You’re the first person besides these damn kids and Robin to show him a silver of tenderness. He doesn’t want it to go unpaid. 

He tries not to overthink it as he takes your hands into his. He pries them apart gently, soothing your sore skin before tucking them into his lap. You flex your fingers under his but don’t pull away.

“God, you’re cold,” he says, bringing them to his lips. He blows on your hands, once, twice, rubbing your knuckles with his thumbs in tandem. 

Your shoulders relax. Steve can’t help cataloguing your hands, your wrinkles, your veins and divots. The fine hairs at your wrists, shining in the porch light. He realises his distraction and covers your hands with his completely to stop from ogling. 

“Does it matter to you? That they like you?” he asks. 

“Of course it does. They’re your friends.”

“Right, but if they weren’t.”

“Yeah. Yeah, it matters to me. I want people to like me,” you say, voice small. 

He can’t understand why his chest hurts. Why his heart is pounding. 

“I like you,” he says. 

“I know,” you murmur. 

Steve purses his lips, feeling like this is a puzzle he can’t solve. And frankly, it’s a little ridiculous, not your feelings but the idea that you’re worrying about it. “Why wouldn’t they like you?” he asks, genuinely not understanding. 

Your hand twitches against his thigh. You shudder. He doesn’t think it’s from the cold. “I can barely speak to them.”

It clicks, then. You’re upset because you’re shy. There’s no point denying it, and he wouldn’t. Steve likes you exactly how you are, though preferably with less scratches on your poor hands. 

“Baby, they speak enough for themselves. They’re self-contained. Like an agar plate. Or a warm yogurt.”

You snort and the sound is like a lifesaver being thrown to sea. Steve swims for it. “They’re like if you put a few parrots in a cage with a Teddy Ruxpin bear. Just, repeating each other until the words lose all meaning.”

“That’s mean,” you say through giggles, not sounding very stern. 

“My point,” he says, squeezing your hands lightly, “is that they don’t need you to speak up. Not unless you want to. God knows there isn’t a room where silence and Dustin Henderson both exist.”

“I don’t want them to think I’m a priss.”

“None of them think that.” 

You steal one of your hands back to fix your hair. Steve allows it grudgingly, leaning back on the hood, one hand braced behind him. The other he pulls to his chest, your joined hands over his heart. 

“Max likes you,” he says. 

You look at him with too much hope. He needs to have a talk with you about self-worth. 

“You think so?” you ask quietly. 

“Definitely.”

You shuffle closer to him until your shoulders are wedged together and the two of you look away from the living room window, alight with the TV colours, and up. The sky is dark. Steve can’t see any stars, though he looks. 

Your head falls on top of his shoulder. 

“Can you see any?” you ask. 

He looks down at your face, finally serene, your eyes bright and shining, then back up at the sky. Corny, cheesy, rom-com style, he thinks, yeah, I can see one. 

“Nah,” he says. “Fucking pollution.”

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[hungharrington]

Hey jay I was wondering since it’s stranger things day aka steve Harrington day do you have any pegging Steve thoughts?

hi angel! i’m sorry if i’ve neglected any of ur previous pegging asks, it’s on my list of to-write but i really want to do it justice 😭 u can have this random ramble tho! love u <3

i think, even though it’s him bent over on the bed, back arched, nervously running his hands down his own thighs all jittery, i’m willing to bet steve still has an attitude. he’s all like, “oh yeah, like you can talk” when you teasing him for quivering beneath you, even though you’re being gentle to start with — working him up with just one finger to begin with, letting him relax, letting it slowly burn hotter and hotter in his gut. and he’s still soooo snarky, all “c-can’t believe i can have you moaning with one finger when this is what it fe—“ and the word gets stolen right out his throat as the pad of your fingers brushes his prostate and he gasps and moans. and then it’s game over for stevie baby :) he’s trying to keep his composure, even as he moans like a bitch in the heat, but now you’ve found that spot you’re bullying it, trying to hit it with every thrust of your fingers — and poor steve can’t keep up :( he’s trembling, his heavy cock just twitching between his legs as he fists at the pillow and drools onto it, panting and whining, his hips rolling back to meet your thrusts with a mind of their own. when you finally slow down a bit, he wails a bit, muffled into the pillow and when he pulls his face out, he’s peering over his shoulder babbling, “no, no, no, don’t stop— please, keep- fuck, keep going,” and you know, considering how snarky he was to begin with, it takes almost no time at all to get him to beg for another finger :)

#it’s not technically pegging tehe! #I NEED TO WRITE IT I KNOW #I KNOW!!!! #ITS ON MY LIST!!! I SWEAR!!! #along with a thousand other things #jay answers #anon #steve harrington x reader #steve x reader #steve harrington #jay writes #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader smut #sub!steve

[thefreakandthehair]

my fiance walked into the kitchen last night to me in a rolling stones tee shirt and sweatpants, glass of wine in hand, bopping around to linkin park while cooking for easter. and it gave me a cute lil idea! enjoy!

It's a strange thing, holidays with a large family.

Eddie and Wayne don't really do Easter, it having been just the two of them for so many years. Sure, Eddie had woken up to baskets with plastic grass of various pastel colors when he was a kid, when Wayne was determined to give Eddie as normal of an upbringing as possible, but they've never had to plan a meal. There've never been assignments, or coordination, or questions like Who's bringing the mashed potatoes? Either Wayne grabs them at the store, or they don’t have them. Easy peasy.

This year is different. Easter 1987 brings friends, family, and a list that looks a lot like a menu on Steve Harrington's refrigerator. Eddie's name is scrawled in Steve's handwriting next to mashed potatoes, which explains why there's a huge pot of water on the stove and five pounds of potatoes glaring at him on Steve's counter. 

It doesn’t take much to convince Steve, who’s lovesick beyond words unbeknownst to Eddie, to let him take over his larger, better-equipped kitchen for the occasion. A simple pout and the fluttering of his eyelashes as he makes his case: "Please, Stevie? Take pity on poor ol' Eddie with his lack of a stand mixer and counterspace?” 

So he finds himself at the counter, music blasting at what feels like a soothing billion and five decibels, cutting potatoes like the cookbook he finds in the clutter of the trailer illustrates and bopping around to Dio’s Holy Diver. He isn’t much of a cook but there’s something comforting about the monotonous repetition of peeling and cutting, and plopping them into the pot of water. Comforting enough, in fact, that he doesn’t feel Steve’s eyes on him from the doorway, watching with a warm, fond smile. 

Steve watches and lets his thoughts drift, just for a moment, to future holidays. Of Memorial Day picnics, and Fourth of July pool parties, of birthdays, and Thanksgivings, and Christmases, and in all of them, every version and every iteration his hysterical, lovesick brain can conjure in that doorway, he wants this. He wants Eddie with wild hair just barely holding onto the elastic tying it back, with sweatpants that show his level of comfort around Steve, that show he can relax and not put on all of the airs he typically does for his look. Shit, he even wants to hear fucking Dio playing in the kitchen from the goddamn garage if it signals Eddie being present. 

He’s not sure when he started moving, but his body pulls him into the kitchen like the magnet holding the menu to the refrigerator door. 

“Hey,” he says, striding up to stand next to Eddie at the counter. “Need some help?” 

Eddie smiles and takes a sip of the beer Steve hasn’t seen until now, another indicator of Eddie making himself right at home. 

“The King assisting the lowly cook here? In the Castle kitchen? I’m honored.” Eddie fakes what Steve assumes is supposed to be a courtesy. He chuckles and hip bumps Eddie when he straightens back out. 

“Oh shut it and scoot over.” Steve’s voice betrays him, too syrupy and sweet to carry any annoyance, and Eddie notices. He turns just slightly, watching as Steve rummages through a drawer for a second knife. 

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you actually want to spend your morning making mashed potatoes with me, Steve.” 

He’s caught. Steve’s caught, hook, line, and sinker, and something about the genuine curiosity and hope in Eddie’s voice makes that okay. He doesn’t mind being caught when he’s in the safety of this domestic bubble with Eddie, because that’s what it is. It’s safe. 

The first round of potatoes don’t come out well. Their first kiss over the gloppy, gummy potatoes though? That goes perfectly.

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[1800jjbarnes]

𝐉𝐉'𝐬 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐏𝐭.𝟏

Updated : 15th Jan 2024 | Fic Counter : 17

Mature [M] Fluff [F] Romance/Slice of Life [R] Comedy [C] Gore/Thriller [G] Horror [H] Supernatural/Fantasy [S] Others [O]

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Consequences of My Actions | Brother's Best Friend Au [M/R]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : He told you a secret that was supposed to die in the grave. Now you don't know if you can control your own urges around him.

Open Wide | Beefy Boyfriend Au [M]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : You find out your Super Soldier Boyfriend has a kink that also happens to be right up your ally.

Need You Now | Avenger Au [M/F]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Steve couldn't wait to get back to the apartment to take you after a frustrating mission. So an empty meeting room will have to do.

Just A Taste | Mob!Steve [M/F]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Steve needed to have a quick taste of his favourite meal before he left for a party tonight.

Gloomy Days | Slice Of Life Au [M/F/R]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : A trip turned sour due to a storm. But luckily, Yunho knows just the thing in turning this gloomy day into a more steamy one.

Eyes On Me | Biker Au [M]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Biker Gang Leader doesn't like sharing unless it's to do with his best friend.

The Sweetness Of You | Avenger au [M/A]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : It all started with a simple dinner and a movie. But when Steve asked if you wanted dessert, you knew your sugar was about to spike from more than just the sweetness of the fruits and chocolate.

A Gift To You | CEO Au [M/F]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Your sweet boyfriend wanted to share a soft moment with you. But your neediness had other plans. So he decided to take matters into his own hands.

He Has Control | Bf Au [M]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : You were his work of art, and he loved to watch you squirm under him.

Intoxicated | Wolf Au [M]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Wanda needed your help with trying out one of her experiments, and let's just say Steve was avout to never let you leave the bedroom ever again because of it.

Move | Boyfriend Au [M]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : You needed him, any part of him. But Steve wanted to see you squirm. To see you cry and beg for him to satisfy you.

The Perfect Gift | Bf Au [M]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Steve couldn't decide what gift to buy you while he was on a long month mission. So he bought them all and now wants you to try them out. Every. Single. One.

Cold To The Touch | Vampire Au [M/F]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Your undead lover had finally come back from a late night hunt, finding you shivering from the winter weather. But do not fret, as he was…skilled in keeping others warm-ish.

My, My, My | Bf Au [M]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Stevie couldn't help it. Every time he saw you, he felt himself grow heavy in his slacks. You were everything he needed. And he needed you now.

Leave Or Join | Avengers Au [S/F/C]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : You wanted to help your boyfriend relax. It just so happened that some poor soul decided to interrupt.

You Make Me Make Sense | Supernatural Au [S/F/A]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Halloween is filled with spooky ghost stories and haunted places. But what if you end up walking right into a nightmare that was hiding a dream?

Little Obsession | Bf Au [M/F]

↳ 【Synopsis】: Instead of getting ready to go see the team, Steve would rather spend his time with you and your boobs of course.

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[munson-blurbs]

Inspired by a drawing by the absurdly talented @dr-aculaaa 💚 thank you for allowing Steve’s chest hair to live rent-free in my mind.

Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI), sub!Steve, dom!fem!Reader, pet name (“Miss”), praise & degradation, chest riding, brief handjob

WC: 909

Everyone assumes the man formerly known as King Steve is also the king in bed. And he used to be, until you came along and showed him just how fun being submissive can be.

You’re laying in his bed—king-size, of course—legs on either side of his torso. He’s had a long day at work, and you’re great at helping him relax.

“Poor thing,” you coo, leaning over and pressing soft kisses along his jawline. “Need me to take care of you?”

Strong hands grip the back of your thighs as he whimpers a barely audible, “mhm.” You’d normally make him use his words like a good boy, but you decide to cut him a little slack tonight.

“Clothes off.” Steve does as you say, wasting no time as he yanks off his jeans and boxers, cock springing free. It might be his only body part that isn’t exhausted; just the opposite, actually. A bead of pre-cum pearls at the red, angry tip, and it takes all of your willpower not to get on your knees and lick it clean straight away.

He starts to lay back down, erection in hand as he slowly bucks his hips into his fist.

“Shirt, too, Stevie,” you tut disapprovingly. “C’mon, you know how much I love that chest of yours.”

Reluctantly, Steve lets go of his achingly hard cock and lets you tug his shirt over his head. You toss it to the ground haphazardly, climbing back on top of him. Your body is a bit higher on his now, and when you lower yourself onto him, your pussy makes direct contact with his chest hair.

Steve realizes it faster than you expect him to. “You’re not—are you not wearing anything under this?” he incredulously asks, giving the fabric of your bunched up skirt a small flick. The sight of your bare sex has his eyes rolling back, a wanting groan drifting from his throat. “S’pretty,” he finally manages.

“You think I’m pretty?” Of course he does; to him, you’re the most beautiful person in the goddamn world. But you’re not really looking for an answer. No, your favorite pastime is asking him simple questions during sex and watching him struggle to respond.

Right now, for example, you’re rubbing yourself against the soft brunette tendrils between his pecs as you say, “What makes you think I’m pretty, Stevie?” Your voice drips with feigned innocence, as though you’re not using his body to get yourself off.

His fingertips squeeze the plush of your ass, firm enough to stabilize your movements without anchoring you. “Eyes,” he mumbles, cock twitching when he feels his chest hair become wet with your slick. “Y’got pretty eyes, baby. An’ your lips…”

“What about my lips?” When he fails to answer—as you knew he eventually would—you heave an impatient sigh. “If you’re not gonna tell me why I’m pretty, I’ll just have to give you a reason to be quiet.” With that, you wrap your fingers around his neck. The slight pressure has him reaching for his dick, but you use your free hand to slap him away.

“Did you ask me?” you snap, scoffing when he only shakes his head. “And now we’ve forgotten how to use any words, huh? I haven’t even touched your cock yet and you’ve already gone dumb?”

“N-No. No, I did-didn’t ask you,” Steve stammers, voice low with lust and from your grip on his throat. “‘M sorry, s-so sorry, Miss.”

And there it is. He’s slipped into subspace just from being choked and watching you ride his chest. Fucking pathetic.

You grind against him faster, reveling in the way the hair feels against your clit. “I was gonna be so nice tonight, Stevie. Was gonna suck that beautiful cock of yours. Maybe even let you eat me out while I did it. But now,” you pout, “I’m just gonna use you to cum, and if I’m in a better mood after, I might let you cum, too.”

“Yes, Miss,” he whines, saliva pooling at the left corner of his lips. “I’ll take whatever you give me. I’ll be a good boy for you now, I promise.”

You dutifully ignore him, focusing on your own needs. You lean on him a bit more, a delicious friction building between your core and the hair now matted to his chest. All he wants is to grab onto your breasts that currently hover over his face, but he knows better than to push his luck right now. Not when he’s already gotten himself into trouble.

Your non-dominant hand digs into his shoulder as you bring yourself to orgasm, your sweet release sticky on his body. Steve is shaking, trembling, and you choose to take pity on him.

“Don’t worry; I’ll take care of you now,” you grin, watching as he gasps for air, relief flowing through his veins.

He’s writhing the moment you take hold of his dick. You’ve barely touched it, but the small, staggered movements within your grasp are too much for overstimulated King Steve. Thick, hot ropes of cum shoot from his cock and trickle down your knuckles.

“Shit, y’just—too much—had to cum.” He’s babbling, not making any sense. “Couldn’t stop—”

You quiet his blathering with a kiss to his lips, hand remaining on his softening length. “Get some rest, Stevie,” you murmur, noticing his heavy-lidded eyes already beginning to flutter closed. “Maybe you can be a better boy for me in the morning.”

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[nburkhardt]

Chrissy Cunningham, coming back to the music industry. First single in three years!

Chrissy Cunningham was once a Disney star, grew up in the spot light and was America’s sweetheart. Stepped away from the acting world to become a singer, with her fan base following along with her; became a pop star over night with her first single, Love Story. Eventually the actress turned singer, she took a massive break from both to quietly start up a fashion line.

Her success is known world wide and has recently stepped back in Hollywood with a short series on Hulu. Now it seems after that success, she’s taking her comeback further with her new single; Single Soon.

We’re all ready to hear the new music and see what else Cunningham has up her sleeve!

“The world seems to be ready for you, Sweets.” Eddie looks up from his phone to smile at a nervously pacing Chrissy, “Why the pacing?”

Chrissy groans and falls helplessly against the couch, covering her face and says something that Eddie can’t hear. She groans again, lifting a hand and repeats, “I’m afraid of what Jason’s gonna think”

“Carver? You’re asshole of an ex? That guy?”

She groans and sits up, “I’ve only ever dated one guy named Jason, Eddie! You know this”

He snorts, “yeah well, what about him?”

Chrissy glares at him and Eddie raises his hands in surrender, a finger wiggle gets her glare to drop. His smile drops as her face falls and he sets his phone down to sit next to her, “Chrissy, babe, what’s the actual problem? The song is amazing, your show is a success and Robin is coming over with Stevie”

“I’m afraid Jason will react, Eds. He is sweet but he can be a lot-“

“Yeah I know, I got the texts to remember that he has a controlling side”

She groans again, “we’ve been broken up for months and now I’m coming out with this song, he could try something” she’s biting her lip and twisting her shirt in her hands, “Just, I don’t want backlash”

Eddie softens and pulls her against his side, kissing her temple and rubbing her arm, “you won’t, not from the ones who know you. You have me, the rest of our friends and your fans? Babe, they’ll always be supportive of you! They’ll never take his side if he does come out with bullshit about you.”

“I guess” she mumbles against him, “Are you absolutely sure Robin will be here?”

Eddie’s happy that she’s hiding against his side, because she doesn’t see the shit-eating grin he has, “Stevie made absolutely sure that she’ll be there, he even promised to drag her away from her studio if he has too.”

“He doesn’t have to do that! I know she has a deadline for-“

He makes a ‘tsk’ sound while shaking his head, “Chrissy, her deadline isn’t as soon as you think. Stevie told me it’s actually in October, three months away. Your crush just has anxiety over her album, she can take a day to relax and maybe this will finally be the chance you get!”

She doesn’t say anything, Eddie has a good point but still, Chrissy is worried but she won’t say it again.

Eddie squeezes her once before hopping up and holding his hand out for her, she grabs it and is immediately up and twirled around before being hugged.

“Watch, this single will be a huge success. Carver can cry his heart out, you’ll be making records and get the girl you like so much. Trust me on this, Chrissy Cakes”

She squeezes her arms around him and nods, lost with words right now. Knowing her best friend, he’ll keep that promise and keep reminding her of it to even out her anxiety on it.

(Eddie’s right of course, the song is a huge success. At the launch party, she ends the night on stage with Robin Buckley, spinning her around and kissing her cheek. The media go wild with it, but it doesn’t bother Chrissy like she thought she would. Instead, she spends weeks laughing at Jason’s poor attempts to ruin her with Robin next to her)

I… don’t know where this came from other than I heard Selena Gomez’s new song ‘Single Soon’ and then I just started typing hahaha.

Information to know: everyone is famous in some way in this. Eddie’s got Corroded Coffin, Chrissy is basically Selena Gomez (child star/singer/fashion designer) Robin’s an indie singer and Steve’s a baseball player. The Party members are whatever you can think of it, I’d like to think some of them are YouTubers, singers & actors. Jason is also unfortunately famous too, he’s an actor. Steve and Eddie are together in this. They’ve been playing matchmaker with their best friends/platonic soulmates.

I could probably write more but I probably won’t lol so if anyone wants, you can take this and add too it or write your own version!

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[love-toxin]

hold on. hold on......I've just been inspired.

(cws: fruity four, stuckage, anal, fem reader)

not.......living with the fruity four and wanting to spice things up a bit, interested in trying out a kink you've had for a while. you talk it out with them and they agree to try, you'll just be the one to initiate when you're ready.

and not a day later does Robin find you "trapped" under the couch, your knees propped up and your butt wiggling so cutely as you whine from halfway beneath the sofa in the living room. her first instinct is to rush to help you, to push the furniture aside to let you out--but when her hands land on the arm of it, and she hears you muffling your giggles from beneath it, she remembers the conversation you all had the day before and decides to give you what you want. those giggles very quickly shift to moans when she yanks your shorts down and flicks her tongue against your cunt, thoroughly enjoying the view of you squirming and trying to get more, and wondering why you didn't ask for this sooner.

it only takes a couple hours after she makes you whimper and cum all over the carpet for Eddie to find you bent over the backseat of Steve's car in the garage, claiming you were looking for something, and can he help you out? and he can clearly see that there's nothing there, you're just a little off-balance from bending and reaching so far that you can't wiggle back--so he obviously takes the opportunity you placed for him to make you scream, not even remotely concerned with whether someone will hear you as he rails you over the seats so hard the whole car sways back and forth. poor Steve's gonna have a fit when he finds the damp spot on his seats where Eddie mopped your mess up, knowing damn well what you must have been doing.

luckily for him, he'll get his revenge. but not before Nancy comes across you in your bed when she came to bring you tea, finding you rather hot and embarrassed as you lay back on the sheets with ropes binding your arms. you just wanted to try something--a knot she knows you're more than capable of not messing up--and you got stuck! you'll just do anything if Nancy helps you out.....and she does, by pulling her skirt up and sitting herself on your face like you wanted all along. without being able to move, all you can do is hump the air wantonly to try and get some release, but she'll help you out when you've been a good girl and made her cum.

finally, Steve gets his comeuppance the next day. you somehow manage to get yourself stuck under the sink in the kitchen, the pipe leading out from the bottom apparently stopping you from getting your top half out. luckily you're relaxed, you're practically kicking your feet in anticipation as Steve comes up behind you. you're not so sure what the squishy, wet sound is when he squeezes something out of a tube or the like, but just when you're gonna cheekily ask him, your skirt gets flipped up and he slaps one of your cheeks to watch it jiggle. with no panties to speak of, all he has to do is wriggle one lube-covered finger into your ass, and you know. your poor pussy's gonna feel so neglected when Steve feeds that huge length of his inside your other hole, stirring up your guts just by entering and stretching your walls to fit every inch. those thrusts are gonna resonate throughout the whole house, each one hard and heavy and calculated as he sinks his whole body weight into you from above and throbs when you sob his name. and when he's finished with you, gives you another rough spank so you'll clench and his cum will spill out of your asshole that's rubbed raw, the other three will have heard the commotion and will be watching from afar so they can swoop in and have another turn with you--mean old Stevie didn't even help you get out, he just left you all messy! so they've gotta give you a hand instead <33

#fruity four #fruity four x reader #spicy writing #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #eddie munson #robin buckley #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson x reader #nancy wheeler x reader #robin buckley x reader #st 4 #stranger things #ellie thirsts

[persage]

Drunk of Emotions-Steve Harrington

Steve Harringtonx Girlfriend!Reader

Summary: When you get drunk and reckless, you decide it's the moment to tell your boyfriend Steve Harrington that you love him, even if you don't know if he feels the same.

Words Count 2k

Tags/Warnings: None, just pure fluff and comfort, some cheesy sweet confession and a lot of Steve being Steve and - a totally alive- Eddie Munson being a good friend

(written while fighting a huge writer's block, for who needs to feel loved for a moment, enjoy)

You don't care about the bright flashing lights and music way too loud, as liquid courage flows through your veins it's easy to lose yourself on the dance floor. Even if it's not a dance flor and it's just Steve's house, all decorated for the big party. Eleven's birthday. She has waited for this moment for ages, her first real birthday party. Nobody came, just Mike and the other kids and you and Steve, Nancy and all the others, but she isn't upset as you thought, she's smiling and having fun. "I don't care, I've got my family" Family, that's what you are: beautiful big found family. You lose yourself under Hopper watchful gaze. He doesn't know how you've convinced him to let you bring alcohol near the kids-which are now something like fifteen so not kids anymore - but you did and you are way happier then your usual self. You aren't much of a dancer, but several shots of some red liquid has helped you relax as you sway your hips to the rhythm of a song you don't know, giggling every time you make eye contact with Robin or Nancy. As the song comes to an end, you grip your friends' forearms.

"I want another drink!" You shout over the music, pulling them towards the table. "Take it slow little girl!" Hopper replies, getting distracted soon by Mike's hands on Eleven's hips, bringing her closer to him.

"You don't need another." Nancy points out, but she still follows you  and she doesn't protest so much while you pour shots of something you don't know for the three of you. "I don't approve this" Nancy laughs.

"I see."Robin replies smiling sweetly at her. You don't wanna say it out loud but you've got the feeling a certain someone has feelings for a certain someone else. The three of you clink the small glasses together before raising them to your lips and throwing your heads back, allowing the liquid to leave a burning trail down your throat. "I'm going to him." You announce brightly, slamming your glass down. "I really really need him"

"Y/N, we've already talked about this!" Robin smiles. "It's always about him. You're always with him and if you are not you talk about him all the time, it's unbearable. Steve this, Steve that bla bla bla."

"Plus, Steve's having fun with the kids you should give him space" Nancy adds. Your smile vanishes away as you heard her words, maybe it's the alcol that amplify everything, but you feel her voice burning you from the inside.

"Oh that's not what I meant, it's not like that dingus wouldn't drop everything to be with her." Robin corrects her. You blush furiously, earing it from his best friend - Platonic soulmate with capital P- it's different, it's important. As you turn to watch Steve Harrington while he plays with Dustin and Max, dangersously near the pool, anticipating what they will do, you feel your head light twirling like waves. When he smiles at you from afar, pushing the poor redhead in the water, you realize how drunk you really are.

 You quickly go to the bathroom, walking fast while Nancy goes to Jonathan and Will. Suddenly you feel a man hand on your shoulder and you notice you haven't even turn the lights on and you're walking in the dark. You turn. "Stevie!" You call out, a sweet giggle leaving your lips, a flutter of butterflies through your stomach. "Oh, y/n." The voice chuckles. "This isn't..."

"Mhhh why are you laughing?"

"Y/N, I'm Eddie. Are you really this drunk?" He continues laughing, holding you by your arms to keep you steady. "I don't think I'm that drunk it's just sooo dark here." You stumble on your own feet, standing still. "Oh my god you are very very, very drunk my friend." He replies, making sure you don't fall on the ground. "Is he coming here?" You ask, with the innocence of a child. "Harrington? I don't think he's seen you coming here buddy." Eddie replies. In the dark he still can see the sadness on your face.

"But he is right outside we can go to him."

"Well, let's go!" You quickly try to run but you fall on the ground as Eddie catches you. He place his gentle hands on your shoulders and hold you in place. "Uh uh, we're gonna let you sober up a bit first." He explains, turning the lights on and seeing your lost gaze. You're totally gone.  He shakes his head. "Hopper can't see you this way and the kids too." "Mhhh I don't care. I'm okay"

"Oh no and tomorrow you'll blame me miss l/n."

"I'm blaming you now Mr Munson" You let your head fall on his shoulder.

You feel so strange, like in a state of almost childlike happiness and wonder. You couldn't help but let your mind wander to Steve Harrington, someone you can finally - after years of longing and desire- call your boyfriend, causing a cheesy grin to rise to your face. War si over, Vecna's dead and you are happy. You are together. Four months of pure fairytale.  You should have been together sooner, you've been friends for years and then you've slept together in a drunken night: sad sex, the one you do when you are alone and bored and desperate but then it had become something more, something meaningful and important. Still it took you years to finally be really together and you couldn't be more thankful with the change. "I'm going to tell him I love him." You declare, trying to convince yourself and taking courage. "You mean, now?" Eddie asks, watching you with his big eyes.

"I don't see why not." You shrug. "I love him. I think he should know."

"Y/n don't you think maybe you should wait until you're sober?"

"Oh no, no, no. Sober me is too afraid."  You reply, shaking your head, not a good idea since now you feel nausea speed in your entire body. "If it makes you feel better, it's clear he feels the same way. I mean he almost died to protect you, he... He didn't even esitate." Eddie says, caressing your head with sweetness. "He would have done it for everyone, he is a reckless stupid hero." You reply, feeling your heart beat faster only thinking about all the times you almost lost him. You know it's over but it still hurts, knowing so damn well that he'll never care for his own life like he cares about the others, know he'll be always in danger even without all the upside-down mess. "You don't get it y/n, I know you couldn't saw him cause, rember, you were kinda almost dead but I've seen that man stand fearlessly between you and an army of angry demorgons, I mean, I've seen the look in his eyes. I can recognize love when it's right in front of me" Munson explains. "You told Steve the same things about Nancy once." You state, laughing lightly to hide your fear - fear of your boyfriend releshionships with Nance, of being his second choice, of the idea while being rejected is getting clear in your head.

"I was wrong. But I swear he really loves you. He does." You're not listening anymore, you're just thinking about the possibility he doesn't feel the same way, it can happen, it's not big deal, you can still be together. How could this possibly go wrong?

Half an hour later, you're still drunk  but Eddie decides you're good  enough that he can safely walk you back to the party and maybe leave in you in the safe arms of your boyfriend. "Wait here" He says, while you stand on the door, your head still spinning. "Harrington" He shouts, walking toward him. "Stop playing and go to your girlfriend, she needs you" He states, while Steve goes out of the pool, hating himself cause he haven't noticed your absence. Stupid, shitty boyfriend.

"Is she alright?" He asks, running to you, still wet.

"Yes lover boy, she's just fine go to her." Eddie replies. When Steve's finally near you, you jump on him nearly sending him tumbling over, not caring about drops of water running down his hair and all over his body.

"Stevie!" You kiss him, a laughter leaving his lips. "So you really are fine" He says, fingers running in your hair. "Sorry if I wasn't there." You kiss his cheeks. "Don't worry baby" He glances at Hopper and gestures that he will take you up to his room, so he guides you inside the house, bending down at a slightly awkward angle to eat your all face with kisses. You smile at the feeling his lips left behind. Holding your hand he leads you upstairs.

"Your hand is so warm." Steve brings your interlaced fingers up and examine them.  His grip on you  is  firm but sweet. He uses your conjoined hands to pull you closer to him, causing you to stumble slightly. "Maybe I'm a little high but I swear you're more beautiful than ever." He looks down at you dreamily, as if you really are the most perfect thing he has ever laid his eyes on. "What have I done to deserve you?" You pretend to think about it "It must have been some miracle."

"You're joking and I know it but y/n it's totally true." You realize you're right in front of Steve's room. Nerves began to bubble in your stomach the closer you get, you wanna tell him you love him, you wanna make love to him. He presses a kiss to the side of your temple, causing a dopey smile to rise on your face. As you enter his room, he tries to catch up to you taking you by your waist, You turn again to him and pull Steve in by his collar, dragging him all the way to the bed, dropping down onto it. He presses your lips together in a kiss. You tangle your arms around his neck, pulling him as close as possible as he presses your back against the mattress. He moves away first, leaving you in lovesick bliss. He lays beside and for a few moments that feels like eternity, you tangle in each other's arms and his heartbeat is the only sound you can ear, a melody, a rhythmic beautiful sound. It's time. If there's a perfect moment in this world then it's now, alone with the love of your life in his room full of his scent and his dreams and all the perfect things he is and will be. You stare at the ceiling. He moves, lifts your head to rest in his lap, his hand lightly rubbing up and down your cheeks. "Sleep if you want love." He says You shake your head. "I wanna watch you" You reply, eyes full of emotion ads you admire his strong features. "Can't stay away from me y/n?" He  teases you lightly.

"Can you blame me?" You are so serious it makes his chest warm with devotion and affection. Your words causes familiar butterflies to erupt in his stomach, his smile widening even further. He feel the words come out of his mouth, he needs to tell you that his days are  a darker when you are not around - and not even Robin or Dustin can help him- and you can make him laugh even when he wants nothing more than to cry and, even better, he can cry in front of you, he can be weak and you will still see him as a superhero, he doesn't even know why. Maybe it's just cause you are special. He  wants to tell you that he no longer sleeps when you are not around and he hugs one of the shirts you have left in his room when he misses you and he wants to confess you that he always seems to find something that made him think of you no matter where he is. If he's walking on a stupid boring road or even working he will find pieces of you everywhere. "y/n would like it" "y/n would say that" "y/n would do this" . But Steve Harrington is no good at words, they are trapped on his tongue and he simply presses his lips to your. It's not enough. Steve kisses you passionately. His lip glides along your bottom lip as his hands found your hips, steadying your movements. When you knock your teeth together in the drunken kiss, you both pull back for a moment.

  "I think I'm love with you Steve" You confess and once again he is amazed by the way you can do everything he can't, saying evert word he couldn't come up with, crossing every border he is scared of. You are way braver than him, you are his warrior, his polar star. You are home. He does not reply immediately, he just stares at you with those big deep eyes, and you can't understand what he is thinking. You are scared. Maybe it was a big mistake.

"Sorry I didn't... I didn't mean it."

"No." He whispers. "No" He takes your trembling hands. "You mean it. I know you do." He hugs you, his heart bursts. He can't look at your expression now but he know it  matches his own- a mask of emotions and desire, terror and all the stupid things people feel when they are in love, when they understand they're life does not belong to them anymore, but to someone else. For a moment, when he still doesn't talk, you think you've flown too close to his sun, waiting for the wax to melt away from your wings and crush you down to reality. But it never comes. Instead it comes the warmth of Steve'saffection,  his trembling lips on your head.

" I Love you y/n... I love you too"

#stranger things #steve harrington #stranger things 4 #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington angst #jim hopper #eddie munson #st4 #steve harrington smut #steve harrington fluff #steve and robin #steve stranger things #stranger things x you #steve harrington x you #stranger things imagine

[shares-a-vest]

tw: the mildest of reckless driving. psa don't show off with some speedy driving as a flirtation tactic (nothing bad happens, trust me). idk, I just think Steve would be like this with his car on a date.

Steve focuses on the road ahead and gently pushes further down on the gas. He taps his fingers on the steering wheel while placing his other hand directly on the window rolled all the way down.

The late afternoon spring air is warm on the back of his hand as he travels along the one road out of Hawkins.

He contemplates turning the radio up or fiddling with the dial, but it's either Madonna currently playing on the radio or whatever rural station he can tune in, preaching god knows what. It's not like a mixtape is an option either, considering Eddie is sitting right next to him.

He really doesn't want to spend the car ride on their way to their first date arguing about each other's music tastes.

Instead, he looks in his rearview mirror to find no cars in sight. He speeds up more still, setting a nice pace that feels like he is gliding as his baby purrs around him.

Because he needs to focus on something.

Anything to stop him from practically shooting out of his car seat and straight up through the damn roof with anticipation as Eddie – his date, Eddie – sits quietly beside him, appearing far too relaxed.

So, driving along like a movie star trying his luck at Le Mans it is then...

He flexes his hands on the steering wheel as he licks his lips, readying himself to get up some real speed in his pride and joy –

"Easy there, Steve McQueen," Eddie says, as he reaches his hand over to pat a lot closer to the inside seam of his jean leg than anywhere else.

Steve jerks the steering wheel and slams on the brake as he veers into the middle of the road. He and his passenger jolt forward and then back again into their car seats, the poor things squeaking from the sudden movement.

"Sorry," he splutters, white-knuckling the steering wheel.

"Stevie, get off the road," Eddie chuckles, reaching over again.

But thankfully, as Steve braces himself, Eddie is placing a controlling hand on the wheel. He bats him away and lifts his foot off the break as he catches his breath.

The clearing stops a ways ahead, giving way to another dense swath of trees on both sides of the road. There's a small dirt patch not too far in. A popular make-out spot he has used on more than one occasion.

He gets them there in one piece, pointedly ignoring Eddie's snickering as he helps himself to rifling through the glovebox to occupy himself.

In one swift move, Steve places the car in park on the dirt patch, kills the ignition and unclips his seatbelt – all so he can launch himself over the centre console.

It's more awkward than he'd expected (his dang sneaker catches on his seat) as he more stumbles into Eddie's lap than carefully straddles him.

"Steve," Eddie warns, manoeuvring around his legs, "I thought we were seeing a movie first," he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively and gives his hips a tight squeeze.

"You like Steve McQueen?" Steve rejoices, looping his hands around Eddie's neck.

"Please don't force me to sit through The Great Escape," he whines, dry-sobbing at the car ceiling, "Wayne watches it every time it's on TV! And that other one with the... the... uh..." he gestures at his black shirt, "That boring one where he has the butterfly chest tattoo?"

"Papillon?" Steve guesses, already insulted and feeling a lot less enthusiastic.

Eddie clicks his fingers, "Yeah, that one."

Steve rolls his eyes, forever frustrated (and confused) by Eddie's movie tastes. Somehow the guy only likes new nerdy stuff, bloody horror of any kind and those weird old black-and-white films Robin loves too.

"But..." Eddie continues, biting the 't' and jolting Steve straight out of a need to bicker about film preferences, "He does have that pretty spot on his face."

Eddie's doe eyes fill with mischievous glee as he lifts his index finger and presses against the duo of moles on Steve's left cheek just off his nose, "Boop."

As a rush of heat travels right across Steve's cheek and melts into his ears to fry his goddamn brain, he reaches down to pull the lever on their seat to send them back as horizontal as the thing will go.

#i think there would be an overlap between steve's fave older movies and wayne's go-to faves #aka eddie hates that his boyfriend and his uncle have the same interests #follow up question: is there an au out there where steve is a racing car driver??? (i need to devour it) #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie ficlet #lilys ficlets #steve x eddie #steddie headcanon

[aprilclementine]

Thinking about Steve offering to host Friendsgiving at his parents house, and Eddie offering to help (Of Course, I know how to cook, Stevie! I was on my own for most of my childhood too, y'know!). Steve reluctantly letting Eddie come over while he preps (Really, he just couldn't say no to spending even more time with Eds). Eddie snickering when Steve opens the door in a pale yellow apron (Eddie, how many times do I have to tell you, It's my MOMS). Eddie ushering Steve out of the kitchen insisting he has it all under control (Let these hands work their magic, sweetheart, shoo!). Cue Steve pacing in his living room, as Eddie preps, coming out only thirty minutes later, hands in the air, and a wicked grin on his face (Dinner is served, my Lord). Steve's face scrunches as he walks into the dining room, to see what Eddie has conjured up. His jaw goes slack, as he sees the various bowls of chips, two liters of about every soda he can think of, hard candy scattered around the table (For a bit of garnish, nice touch, right Stevie?) and a single rotisserie chicken, still in its container in the middle of the table. (I'm imagining the excitement and randomness of the way Snoopy set up "Thanksgiving" dinner in A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving). Steve sighs, bringing his hand up to massage out the scrunch of his brows, running a quick hand through his hair. He will give Eddie credit, despite the "food" the plating is beautiful. Eddie had used his parents' best serving plates, and folded up the cloth napkins no one ever uses, into cute little toppers, even set out all the gold plated silverware. You don't like it Stevie, Eddie had asked. Steve let out a fond laugh, shaking his head. (Eds, where's the turkey, where's the mashed potatoes, cranberry sauce, even the pumpkin pie?). Eddie had walked closer to the table, and began explaining why he grabbed the things he did, talking about a mile a minute (Mike and Lucas looooove Doritos, Max loves those strawberry candies grandmas always have, Dustin loves his Mtn. Dew, even included some jelly beans for El, oh oh, and Will loves to snack on the Ruffles whenever I host a long D&D campaign, and and). Steve had grabbed Eddies hands in his own, not worrying about hiding the fond smile for the boy, as his movements came to a halt (Eds, we aren't hosting a D&D night, these gremlins are going to be starving, they need some real food, and I think Lucas and Dustin alone could tear that poor Rotisserie chicken to shreds, before we even say grace). Eddie deflated, (I just wanted you to relax for once, and! In my defense, that rotisserie chicken is always just enough for me and Wayne, figured the gremlins are like half of me and Wayne, would've fed at least four of 'em). Steve let out a hearty laugh, as he pushed Eddie back into the kitchen through his swinging doors, Eddie gliding easily in his socks across the tile. Steve begins taking out his bigger pots and pans (Eds, don't worry, it was the thought that counts, plus I'm sure the kids would love those things as an appetizer, while we are finishing up here anyways). Eddie looked up quickly, grinning wide, pulling a strand of hair in front of his face, (You mean you're not banishing me from your precious kitchen!) Steve shook his head, throwing another apron at Eddie, (And put that hair up! The last thing I need is one of your curls in my homemade stuffing!)

#eddie x steve #steve stranger things #steve x eddie #steddie #eddie stranger things #fruity four #stranger things #steveddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #cute cute cute #soulmates #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #steve and robin #st steve #st eddie munson #st robin #st nancy #st s4

[stevenose]

omg how about [ SIT ] one muse rides the other while they’re bound to a chair with stevie being the one tied to the chair 👀

contains: sub!steve, dom!reader (but they r relatively soft), reader with unspecified genitals, riding, bondage, overstim, edging, size kink, ballz

Steve’s looking up at you dumbfounded. His wrists and ankles fight with the restraints he’s in - he wants to touch you. Needs to touch you. Not being able to fuck up into you without you stopping, waiting til he’s soft, then starting up again makes him feel animalistic. All he can do is sit and take it while your wet, velvet walls suck him in.

“Like this?” you whisper, wrapping your hands around his neck. Eating it up. “God, Steve, you’re huge. Gotta take you nice and slow.”

Steve whines, mouth agape. His fingers and toes curl and he shivers when you lean in to kiss up his neck. He can feel bruises forming on them and he’s pleased he’ll get to sport them later. Your heat and weight against him feels comforting and he nearly sinks into it before you bite into his skin, snapping him back to reality.

“Stay with me,” you coo, slowing down impossibly. He’s losing his momentum and he groans, throwing his head back.

“Can’t take this,” he whimpers. “Need to fuck you. It’s not fair.”

“Too bad.”

And you’re crawling off of him again, and he’s shouting, begging you to come back. You pet his hair and frown at his behavior. Maybe edging him isn’t enough. Maybe he needs a vibrator tied to the underside of his cock until he’s dry. But you’re not a fan of wasting his cum.

“Poor Stevie,” you pout, getting on your knees. Steve flexes against his restraints again, watching you with wide eyes. Your face moves below his cock, down to his balls, and you gently lap at them.

“Oh my god. Oh my god. Fuck. Shit. Baby, please, I swear to Christ I’ll be good. Just - oh my god. Baby. Angel. On my cock, please.”

You ignore him. You suckle at one, then another - so swollen and full with pent up cum. They’re so heavy, taste a little salty and a bit like you. You moan as you continue your tender ministrations on him, his cock bouncing on your forehead. It’s enough to keep him on edge, but not enough for him to come. He takes a deep, shivering breath, reminding himself to stay grounded, that he’s gonna get his reward soon as long as he’s good.

“Steve,” you moan into his skin, your nose prodding at the base of his cock. You kiss him there and smile when his cock kicks against you again. “You’re huge. I don’t think I can take it anymore. Think I need a break.”

He doesn’t know what to do or say. His mouth opens and closes as he wracks his brain for something enticing. He doesn’t have to say anything, though, and he thanks Jesus Christ and God and whoever else is up there when your hand wraps around his length, jerking him off firm and steady. Your lips kiss his thighs and you pout up at him. “You’re so big it hurts, Steve. Not gonna be able to walk tomorrow. All because of you and your big fat cock. And everyone’s gonna know how much of a whore you are when you go out with rope burn on your wrists.”

Steve comes. He doesn’t even expect it - it just hits. He chants your name as he does, thick ropes of cum landing on you, on his stomach, on your hand. You see him through it, giving the tip a little kiss when he’s done. He jerks, overstimulated, then relaxes when you finally let go and stand up. He thinks the torture is finally done until you’re straddling him again, his half-hard dick sinking back into you. He groans at the sensation.

“Much better,” you sigh. “Can take you so much easier when you’re soft and spent, Steve.”

#stevenose posts #ns/fw #steve x reader #steve harrington smut

[nymime]

Today i went to the ophthalmology, and i have an Idea.

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Steve went to his routine medical appointment to see if his eyes got worst. He was really blind in his left eye, almost -5.00 of myopia and astigmatism, in the right was just -2.50.

Luckily he can use contacts, he don’t like the way his face look with his glasses. He only used them in home alone.

Steve quickly went to the doctors office were he was call. They greet each other, talk a little, Steve mention that his sight got slightly worst in his left again, the Dr. nods and suggested something.

“Why we don’t do a test? If just some drops in your eyes to see the real measurement.”

Steve think about it for a moment, he accept.

The doctor tell him to lean his head backward to put anesthesia in drops. They wait for five minutes, then he doctor put the actual drops.

“This will help to dilate your pupils, with that, we can see your measurement, but your sight will be a little shitty, your eyes will hurt with bright lights, delicate to the air.”

Steve huff and blink. “It’s hard to me to see close now.”

“It’s normal, your eyes can’t focus. The effects will last two days.”

Shit. Steve think. It was Friday, it means he will not see until Monday.

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Steve bump his shoulder against a wall again, he hiss with pain.

“You’re more clumsy than usual Steve.” Robin said with a frown.

“No im not.” Yes he was, it was Saturday and he can’t wait to the day to end. His eyes hurt like hell, even using dark glasses makes them hurt. He can’t see for shit now, his sunglasses have magnification in them, but for closeness, his dilate pupils can’t see anything.

It will be a long day.

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It was noon now, almost 7pm, The party have movies night all Saturdays, old teens include too.

They were at Steve house, who was still using sunglasses.

“Why you’re using glasses?” Mike frown. “You look like an idiot.”

Lucas smack his arm, a ‘Dude!’ whisper to him. Mike just huff and lean against the sofa.

“None of your business, Little Wheeler.”

The move night start.

Steve was with a deep frown, lips press in a line trying to soothe pain, even when it was impossible.

Suddenly someone took his sunglasses away, Steve hiss with pain at the sudden light.

“You look drug! Even drunk! You don’t have a concussion again, don’t you?” Dustin exclaim, voice to loud for his closeness to Steve.

“Im not drugged, Drunk or with a concussion, Henderson! Just a stupid test eyes my doctor made.”

“Dude, your pupils look like hell, you sure you’re not drug?” Eddie was now nose with nose with Steve, looking deeply at Steve eyes. Even though they were close, the brunette can’t see for shit the older’s expression.

“I will have them like this until Monday.” Steve huff and lean back to see at least Eddie face. “They put some drops that make my pupils dilate, they wanted to see how shitty was my vision, but now is the double as shitty cause I can’t see anything close to me, it just a blurry mess. And Im already really myopic.”

“Poor Stevie, can’t see my pretty face?” Eddie tease and make smoosh sounds, Steve huff and push his face away of him. Trying to ignore the blush on his face for Eddie’s tease.

“Keep your nasty breath for yourself, munson.” Steve said and close his eyes. “Can you give my glasses back? The lights hurt.”

With his sunglasses back, Steve relax and decide to Sleep, he just enjoy to be with his people.

Steve didn’t know that while he was sleeping, his head fall against Eddie’s shoulder, who was scared to move now. What if he wake him up? he can’t willing to do that! The party just mock at them, making hearts and kisses.

It would be a long night.

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Sorry if it was a little shitty, my eyes hurt lmao.

Those drop are hell, I swear to god.

#steve harrington #stranger things #steve stranger things #imagine steve harrington #steve deserves the world #steddie #steve harrington headcanon #Steve harrington use glasses #Steve Harrington likes Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson Likes Steve Harrington #Steve Harrington is blind as hell.

[crappymixtape]

all i want for christmas

steve got you what he hopes is the best christmas gift of all time, but he's nervous and afraid of being soft and vulnerable in front of everyone and what if you hate it, but you don't and it's perfect | (  1.5k, fluff, friends to lovers, steve x you, steve x reader )

A L L I W A N T F O R C H R I S T M A S 🎶 christmas wrapping, the waitresses & 🎶 merry christmas darling, the carpenters

“C’mon, Henderson. You’re crinkling the paper! Christ, lemme do it,” Steve elbowed his way between Dustin and the present he was trying to wrap, shaking his head. “Have you ever wrapped a present before?” Steve gave him a look and Dustin scoffed.

“I’ll have you know I wrap presents every year with my mother and she tells me they’re perfect. Hm? Perfect. Thank you very much,” the younger boy frowned and shoved the box and tape at Steve. “But please, by all means, go right ahead.”

Robin snickered on the other side of the counter and Steve fixed her with a look. “You don’t have any room to talk,” he snipped, refolding the edge Dustin had just done to retape it.

“Is poor little Stevie nervous?”

Dustin snickered.

“You know I hate that,” Steve grumbled, keeping his focus on the task at hand.

“Sure do, and that’s why I love it,” Robin teased, grinning as she stood from her chair and came around to ruffle Dustin’s hair. “Look, Henderson and I got here way earlier than everyone else, to help I might add, and all we’re doing is sitting here watching you anxiety spiral. C’mon, Steve. They’re gonna be here soon.” She folded her arms over her chest and Dustin copied her, both of them staring a hole into Steve as he smoothed the last piece of tape over the wrapping.

Letting out an exasperated sigh he ran his hands through his hair for the fiftieth time that night, making him look more like Doc Brown than Steve “the hair” Harrington, “I know, I know, Jesus. Just gimme a minute, I’m thinking.”

It was the first time you’d all finally had time to actually do Christmas together and he’d offered his house for the party. Which, it did have plenty of space for everyone, and the tree in the living room looked incredible with the vaulted ceilings and glittering lights, but he was beginning to regret it. What if you hated his gift? What if he completely fucked it up? And in front of literally everyone no less.

“Harrington, get out of your head. Let us help,” Robin repeated, grabbing him by the shoulders as she leaned down to catch his eyes, “C’mon.”

“Yeah, she’s gonna totally freak out. It’s perfect, dunno why you’re so stressed out, buddy,” Dustin chimed in, taking the finished gift from the counter and nudging Steve’s arm with it. “I’ll go get it under the tree.”

“Yeah. Yeah, okay,” Steve sighed again and plopped down in the chair at the counter, drumming his fingers nervously on the marble top.

“Steve. Seriously. It’s sweet, she’s gonna love it,” Robin’s voice was softer and warmer after Dustin left the room. Covering his nervous fingers with her hand she gave it a gentle squeeze.

He grumbled at her, but Steve felt himself relax a little at Robin’s reassurance. Glancing up to meet her gaze, usual confidence shaky, his eyes were all big and full of worry, “You really think so?”

Giving him a big smile she shook her head, “Yes dingus, I know so. Now c’mon. We gotta get our shit together. You haven’t even put snacks out yet.”

“Shit. Okay, yeah c’mon,” and he hopped up from the chair feeling a little more confident, starting to bark orders at Robin and Dustin as soon as the younger boy came back from the living room.

Everyone else showed up almost exactly at the same time, the sound of Eddie’s van enough to tip anyone off, and when Steve opened the door it was like he’d broken a sound barrier.

“Harrington! Damn, nice digs, can I park my van here permanently?”

“Is your pool heated?? Just kidding! But seriously, is there a hot tub?”

“Here, Will made me bring– I mean, thanks for hosting, Steve. Merry Christmas.”

“If I don’t get new trucks for my board I swear to god…”

“Yeah, great, so glad you’re all here,” Steve’s face was a half grimace half smile as they all shoved past him into the house, descending on the snacks, hot cocoa, and peppermint schnapps. Nancy and Jonathan were the last to come in and when she saw the state he was in she gave him a small smile.

”They all love you, you know that, right?” she teased as Jonathan went into the kitchen with the others. Pulling Steve into a hug she grinned and gave his shoulder a small shove, “Your house is gonna totally be wrecked.”

“Amazing, incredible, just what I wanted to hear, Nance,” he groaned, but returned the hug anyway.

Holding him out at arm’s length she glanced over her shoulder, “She’s parking, but El hung back to distract her if you need a minute?”

Steve’s brow knitted together as he considered it. Did he need a minute? Your gift was already wrapped and tucked under the tree, just waiting for you to arrive, there was nothing else to be done but have you open it. “Uhh…” he hummed, still in his head about it, “N-no. No that’s alright. I’m ready.”

“Listen, Jonathan said the quality is great, and honestly that doesn’t even matter. If it were me opening it, I’d be a mess,” her tone was soft and kind and when she finally moved past him into the house Steve took in a deep breath and steadied himself.

It was fine. It was great. Everything was going to be totally amazing.

“Lucas! Seriously? Oh my god…seriously?” Max flung her hands around Lucas’ neck as everyone’s jaws dropped. This was the most animated, most emotional anyone had ever seen her as she ripped open a set of neon orange skateboard trucks and hot pink Slammer wheels. She was nearly in tears, but when she realized everyone was looking at her she sucked in a breath and shook her head, “Thanks, stalker.”

“Shit, Sinclair. Nice,” Steve muttered under his breath, ribbing the younger boy with a big grin. Lucas couldn’t wipe the smile off his face and he muttered something about it not being a big deal, but it totally was.

Then, one by one, everyone else went. Mike got Will a new art portfolio and a set of pastels, Jonathan opened a new Canon EOS-1 from Nancy, and Robin, El and Dustin went in together to get Eddie a new Warlock guitar – the other one got completely wrecked in the Upside Down – and he totally cried.

But then it was your turn and Steve’s leg was bouncing up and down and jittering the whole couch, and as Lucas passed it over to you, you felt your heart racing in your chest. “That one’s from Steve,” Dustin said, a huge shit-eating grin on his face, and everyone snickered.

“Shut up, Henderson,” Steve kicked at his foot.

“Thanks, Dustin,” you gave him a smile, but your eyes said quit it and he winked.

All eyes were on you. A flush rose in your cheeks as you slowly opened one side and then the other, but then tore the paper down the middle and Max snickered. I knew she’d rip it, she said to Lucas and you couldn’t help your smile.

The paper fell away and you were left holding a small, square, black book. Your brow furrowed in thought and you turned it over, eyes flicking up to glance at Steve who looked like he was about to pass out. “Open it,” Robin said for him.

Slowly you flipped open the cover and what you saw inside brought immediate tears to your eyes. Fitted in little corner frames were polaroids. Of you. You and Steve. You and the boys. You and Nance and Robin. You floating in the quarry over the summer. Steve drinking a beer by the pool. Eddie and Robin dumping snow on Dustin. Mike and Will asleep on the couch. Max trying to teach Lucas to skate.

Biting in your lower lip you tried to find your voice. “Steve,” came out wobbly, your throat tight as a few tears slipped down your cheek, but the smile on your face told him you were far from sad.

“Told you,” Dustin shoved Steve so hard he almost fell off the arm of the couch and everyone burst into laughter as Nancy quickly enlisted a few people to help make another round of hot cocoa and Robin rounded the rest up by asking all the questions about their new gifts.

You were still sitting on the couch looking through the pictures when you felt the cushion next to you sink, but you knew who it was. “Good? You like it?” his voice was smaller than usual, tentative, but you could hear a tiny smile in there somewhere and you shook your head.

“Are you kidding? This is the best present anyone’s given me…ever,” your voice was still wobbly as you closed the album, setting it carefully next to you before turning fully to face Steve, “I love it.”

He looked at you then like your words were the best present anyone had ever given him and the grin on his face was warm and bright and full like summer and you couldn’t help but grin back. “Yes,” he said, as if he’d just sunk a three-pointer, but then he took your face in his hands, smile softer, eyes all warm honey and caramel in the Christmas lights. “God I love you. Merry Christmas, baby,” and then he kissed you.

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[corrodedcoffinkid]

could you write eddie biting his lips up really bad cause someone made him feel bad for chewing on something? (totally not projecting... hahaha), but then fluff after please? thx for all ur content!

Don’t bite, don’t bite, don’t bite.

Eddie nibbles on his bottom lip. The urge to chew on his shirt is strong, but he has to fight it. He can’t bite at school. Everyone will make fun of him again. It’s only third period, and he’s already exhausted.

A little chewing couldn’t hurt.

Quietly, Eddie begins to chew on his shirt collar. His stresses melt away- just a little. His whole body relaxes slightly.

Then, it all tenses up again.

“Looks like the freak couldn’t afford breakfast and needs to eat his shirt,” sneers a jock from the back. The class laughs, causing Eddie to drop his shirt collar from his mouth. He’s bright red now.

“Mr. Munson,” the teacher says, clearly irritated. “Please don’t interrupt my class with this nonsense again.”

“But I didn’t even say any-”

“You best pay attention. It’s obvious you don’t most days.”

Eddie’s eyes fill with tears. He slumps further into his desk. He is paying attention. He is trying. He can’t concentrate if he can’t fidget, and he can’t fidget without getting picked on.

So, he’s back to his lips.

By the time he’s driving to Steve’s house, his lips are bleeding and raw. Still, he doesn’t stop. “Freak,” he whispers to himself. The taste of blood is fresh on his tongue. Has he ever bled this much before?

He parks in Steve’s driveway, then looks at himself in the rearview mirror. “Holy shit,” he whispers. He’d torn his lips so bad that the blood was dripping down his chin, and onto his shirt and jacket. Steve’s going to freak.

He cleans himself up as best as he can before heading inside. Not surprisingly, Steve is lounged out on the couch, watching some shitty comedy he had “borrowed” from work. Eddie laughs softly at the thought. He really had been rubbing off on his boyfriend.

“I’m here,” Eddie says quietly. He almost doesn’t want Steve to turn around and see him. He’s just going to upset him.

“Hey,, how was sch- Eddie!” Steve jumps off the couch and runs over to wipe the blood off of Eddie’s bottom lip. “What happened?”

Eddie tries to tell him that he was overwhelmed- that it had been a terrible day, that he’s been ridiculed and laughed at, but all that comes out is a weak cry.

But, it’s okay.

Steve understands.

“Bad day, huh?” Steve asks softly, wiping Eddie’s tears. “What do you want, Eds? We can go home if you want, or we can stay here.”

Eddie nods tearily. “I want to go home,” he murmurs. His eyes meet Steve’s. “Can I take a bath here first? Please?”

Steve nods, and leads Eddie to the master bathroom. Steve’s parents aren’t poor by any means, and that was a major difference from Eddie’s everyday life. Their master bathroom has a giant bathtub in it, and Eddie loved taking bubblebaths in it. At the trailer, all he had was a little tub with a drain that didn’t work properly.

Eddie strips his clothes- including the bloody shirt, and sinks into the hot water. His lips are still bleeding and cracking, causing him to wince whenever he tries to speak.

Steve kneels next to the bathtub with a damp rag. “Can I clean your lips and chin up?” Eddie gives him the go ahead, and Steve gently begins wiping away the blood. Eddie’s bottom lip was the worst- it’s clear it would need a few days to scab. He looks at Eddie, who almost looks… ashamed? “Eddie?”

“Hm?”

“What’s on your mind?”

Eddie shrugs, halfheartedly popping a few bubbles from his bubblebath. “I’m just exhausted, Stevie,” he whispers. “I’m not on track to graduate, and nobody at that damn school is even attempting to help me.” He pauses and takes a shaky breath. “I was stressed, so I chewed on my shirt. I was okay, I was listening, and I felt like I could maybe understand what the teacher was talking about…” He sighs. “Then some asshole pointed me out to everyone and the teacher got mad at me for causing a distraction.”

Steve pushes down his own negative feelings about the situation, instead choosing to continue wiping Eddie’s chin. “I’m sorry, baby,” he says, “I wish I could help.”

“No,” Eddie shakes his head, “You’re helping. This? This is helping.”

Steve offers a sympathetic smile. “Okay.” He sets the rag down. “It’s stopped bleeding for now, and I got all the blood off.”

“Thank you.”

Steve helps Eddie shampoo his hair. Eddie looks so… different with his hair wet. Eddie’s hair is the majority of his tough guy, oddball persona. With it being wet and less messy? He looked vulnerable. It sparks something in Steve- something maternal- like he wants to hold Eddie and never let go. “Can I get in with you?”

“Please,” Eddie says, smiling.

So, Steve joins Eddie in his bubblebath. He carefully pulls Eddie onto his lap. “Still warm enough for you in here?”

“Mmhm,” Eddie hums. He rests his head on Steve’s chest. He feels his eyes begin to get heavy. Had he slept last night? Come to think of it, he hasn’t really slept well in a few days.

“Somebody sleepy?” Steve teases. “Go to sleep, baby. We’ll go home once you’re done with your bath.”

Eddie tries to nod, tries to hum in agreement, but he’s far too deep in sleep before he manages to do either. The days events forgotten, Eddie sleeps.

He finally sleeps.

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[dontfeeltoohot]

If you feel like, ST YTAU prompt - steve and eddie sick with a shared cold but steve insists on looking after eddie despite being much sicker than he is?

Set November 2023 / 1 year 2 months

“Babe, seriously, lay down,” Eddie frowns, sniffling and wiping his nose with a tissue.

Steve’s been sick longer than he has, but he’s worse, not better. Yet, somehow in his head cold ridden state, he’s decided taking care of Eddie is a better idea then resting. And does he appreciate the fussing? Maybe a little, but Eddie needs Steve to lay down right the fuck now or he’s going to lose it.

“But you need tea, your voice is-“

“My voice isn’t half as bad as yours, Steve. I know you suck at relaxing but please lay down. Lay down with me, your poor sick boyfriend. That’s all I want,” the long haired man snuffles and gives a cough to really play it up. “Please?”

Steve sighs, the low grade fever he’s started running making him exhausted. “Fine, but you’re not playing fair.”

“Who said I was playing at all? You suck at taking care of yourself Steve.”

Steve sniffles and crawls back into bed, turning into Eddie just in time for-

“huh-EISHhhuh! huhTSCHHOoOo! SNGF!”

“Bless you, Stevie. Now, just stay close and let me fuss over you.”

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[kas-eddie-munson]

Originally wrote half of this for steddie week, and decided to finish it today on a whim. The prompt was discover/first kiss. Rating is ~teen for some cursing. Fluff ^^

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Steve plops down the last box on the floor, and stands up, looking around.  He, Robin, Eddie, and Crissy decided to rent a small house together on the outskirts of the city.  Rob and Crissy just left to go pick up lunch, while Eddie and Steve finish up bringing in the last of the boxes.

Or, more accurately, while Steve finishes up bringing in the last of the boxes, cause he has no idea where Eddie fucked off to.  Steve and Eddie get along much better nowadays, but sometimes the guy can be seriously irritating.  He hopes living together brings them closer as friends, but has a feeling it could just as easily drive them apart.

Suddenly, a loud yelp comes from the basement, and Steve launches off in that direction.  He pulls open the door, and turns the lights on, rushing down the steps.  Eddie is standing in the corner, facing the wall.

“Eds?  What the hell was that?  And why are you in the basement in the dark?”

Eddie turns around with a massive grin and holds out a large toad.

“Stevie, Stevie, Stevie… A damsel in distress!  A damsel who needs true love's first kiss!”

Steve relaxes a bit, but brings his hand to his face to rub his eyes.  “Eddie, did you scream like that because you found a frog?”

Eddie splutters out, “Well, it’s clearly a toad, first off.”  He adjusts his grip as the toad squirms.  “Second, he may have jumped on my foot before I spotted him.”  Steve looks down to see that Eddie is barefoot, despite the hard concrete flooring.  He smiles despite himself.

"Please tell me you aren't about to kiss a toad in our new basement."

Eddie scoffs, "Of course not!  You are!"  Then he holds out the toad again, and Steve laughs.

"Absolutely not!"

"Why not?  Who else will save h-"  Eddie's face falls, as he seems to remember gendering the toad a few sentences back.

"No.  Hard no.  And not because you called it a guy on accident, moron."  Steve rolls his eyes, and can't figure out what Eddie is thinking for a minute.  His face is unreadable.

"Oh yeah?  Well, if it's not that part that's stopping you, maybe I could pass along the favor?  Hmm?"  Then Eddie makes an outrageous kissy noise and puckers his lips.  Steve's face feels like it's on fire even though he's clearly joking.

"Hah, hah.  Very funny, Munson."

Eddie cackles and says, "Sounds to me like you're just a chicken."

Steve distantly registers that his heart is beating faster and he feels more nervous than the situation calls for.  It's not like Eddie teasing him like this is new or unusual.  Steve doesn't want to back down from the challenge, but something about it feels more… charged? than Eddie's usual antics.

"Cmon, Harrington.  Not even a peck on the cheek for the poor damsel?"  Eddie bats his eyes at him and tilts his head to the side, so one cheek is closer to Steve than it was before.

God, why was Eddie so annoying?

"Ugg, fine," Steve grumbles and leans in.

Eddie pulls back a bit at the last second, almost like he was surprised Steve actually went for it, and in doing so turns his head slightly, and -

Steve kisses Eddie.  On the lips.

It's only for a second or two, until Steve realizes what just happened and pulls back.  Eddie's face is red and he is staring at Steve with wide eyes and eyebrows above the line of his bangs.

Eddie makes a high pitched noise and looks down.  The toad apparently took the opportunity to wiggle out of his grasp and hop away.  He looks at his hands, and then up, and back at Steve, before shoving them in his pant pockets.  He clears his throat.

"Perhaps it wasn't meant to be.  I'm sure, uh, she'll find her prince one day."  Eddie chuckles, then pats the pockets of his vest and backs up in the direction of the stairs.  He pulls out a pack of cigarettes, turns around, and bounds up the stairs two at a time.  He calls out that he's taking a smoke break.

Steve still hasn't moved.  He wonders what the hell just happened, when he realizes that Eddie has, once again, slithered out of doing what he was supposed to be doing.

Steve REALLY hopes moving in with this guy was a good idea.

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