#boyfriend steve harrington

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i dig your cinema (steve harrington)

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summary: your boyfriend suggests you catch the 10:15pm showing of 'the lost boys' and parks at the back of the drive-in theater. you put the pieces together from there. author's note: i uhhhhhhhh got a little carried away with this lmao. also i don’t know if there’s a drive-in in hawkins but there is now i suppose i love reading fics where steve is the softest, sweetest boyfriend alive and lets his girlfriend get away with pretty much anything except for in the (metaphorical) bedroom. so. here is that. lmao. this is my first time writing him but it was so fun, he has such a specific attitude about him that is so satisfying lolllllll also, headcanon that despite his himbo reputation, steve loves all things horror and reads horror books and watches horror movies all the time. he consumes stephen king's books at an alarming rate

pairing: steve harrington x f!reader word count: 5k warnings: pwp, alternate universe: canon divergence, no spoilers, semi-public sex, car sex

cross-posted to ao3 <3

ALSOOOOOO everyone in this fic is 18+ - minors pretty pls dni!!!!!

The first thing you see when you unlock the front door to your apartment is the tanned expanse of your boyfriend’s bare back, a tea towel thrown over his shoulder. 

Steve’s standing over the stove, cooking what you can only assume by the smell is some sort of meat. His jeans sit so low on his hips that you groan inwardly - it’s been a long day, and all you want right now is to sink your teeth into his tanned skin.

He hasn’t noticed you come in - you can hear his favorite mixtape blaring through his headphones from where you stand, him humming along to “I Want You To Want Me” by Cheap Trick  - and you watch him as you shut the door behind you, toeing off your sneakers. 

You walk up and shove a hand in the back pocket of Steve’s jeans, squeezing once, twice, then reach up to lift his headphones off of one of his ears. He doesn’t even flinch.

“Hey, hot stuff,” you murmur, leaning up to kiss his cheek. Steve looks over his shoulder at you and chases your lips, planting a few chaste kisses on your mouth. He pulls his headphones fully off to sit around his neck, easing the volume down. 

“Hey, baby. You’re home early.”

“Yeah, they cut me loose at six today,” you say, rubbing your hands up and down his arms. “Whatcha cookin’?”

“Tacos. You hungry?”

“Mmm, yes,” you say, backing off to set your purse on the kitchen table and put your hair up in a ponytail. “Anything I can do to help?”

Steve turns to look at you, the pan in one hand and a wooden spoon in the other, stirring as he says, “I hadn’t had a chance to get any of the fixings out?”

“Ay, ay, captain,” you say, crossing the kitchen and opening the fridge.

“Thanks, baby.”

You fall into a comfortable silence as you pull everything from the refrigerator, setting it onto the counter on the other side of Steve and pulling two plates from the cabinet above you. He finishes up sauteeing the beef and turns off the burner, and you grab a hot pad from a drawer. He smiles at you and takes it from your hand, setting it down with the pan on top of it.

The two of you quietly build your tacos - his soft shell, yours hard - and occasionally bump hips, exchanging sly smiles. Your face flushes. Three years with Steve Harrington and he still gets your heart racing with just a look. 

You take your usual seat at your table, and Steve sits next to you, so close that your knees are almost touching. You eat in silence, only whispering, “These are good,” to him with a small smile, and he knocks his knee against yours in thanks.

“Hey, you wanna go see a movie tonight?” Steve sets his taco down and sucks the pad of his thumb into his mouth, pulling it back out with a pop while you watch. “They got a 10:15 showing of The Lost Boys at the drive-in, I checked the paper.”

“Ooh, that sounds good. And scary.”

“Yeah, I figured we could pop some popcorn at home, take some blankets and snuggle up in the front seat of the car. I’ll keep you safe, cross my heart.”

You grin at him. “My hero. Count me in.”

The two of you finish up dinner and clean up after yourselves. You shoo Steve away when he tries to help you with the dishes. 

“You cooked. Back off,” you say playfully, aiming a fork in his direction.

He holds his hands up in defense, then kisses the top of your head before hurrying off into your room. You hear the shower turn on while you’re tidying, and you turn and finish washing your plates, plus the pan and spoon Steve used to cook with, and put away everything else you used as fast as you can.

When you get back to your room, Steve is lying diagonally on top of the covers in only his briefs, a box fan pointed in his direction, tousling his wet hair, and you sigh at the sight of him. He looks up at you from behind the book he’s reading and raises his eyebrows.

“You okay over there?”

“You have, like, two seconds before I collapse on the ground in exhaustion, so make room for me right now, Harrington.”

“Oh, my God, you’re so dramatic. Get over here.”

Steve is grinning at you as he says it, though, and he watches you peel your work clothes off, down to your bra and a pair of cotton underwear. You ease yourself onto the bed, and he holds one arm out so you can tuck yourself into his side, your head on his chest, and he’s so warm and comfortable underneath you that you close your eyes and feel yourself relaxing.

“Are you gonna fall asleep?”

“No,” you whisper, but it’s not long until you’re snoring softly. Steve smiles and runs his fingers through your hair. He lets you sleep, only pulling his hand away every few minutes to turn pages on Stephen King’s Pet Sematary. 

About 20 minutes before you have to leave, Steve sets the book down and gently peels you off of him - to only minimal protesting on your part, amended when he presses a soft kiss to the top of your head - and hops out of bed, pulling his jeans back on. Soon after, you hear popping from the kitchen. You smile to yourself and stretch, sitting up on the edge of the bed. You change into denim shorts and a sweater, grabbing one of Steve’s crewnecks for him, too, since he always forgets a jacket.

You walk out into the kitchen with Steve’s sweater in one hand and your slip-ons in the other, dropping them on the floor and pulling them onto your feet.

“Hey, sleepyhead,” Steve teases, looking up from where he’s watching the popcorn on the stove. “Did I wake you?”

You smile and shrug. “I needed to get up. Almost ready?”

“Almost ready,” Steve confirms, grabbing a Ziploc bag to put the popcorn in. “Salt? Butter?”

“Both, please. In excess.”

Steve obliges and when he’s finished, he seals the Ziploc bag and trades you the popcorn for his sweater. You take one last opportunity to run your hands over the bare skin of his back and torso, watch him shiver. He kisses you, then backs off to throw his own beat-up sneakers on along with the crewneck and then ushers you out the door, leaning back in quickly to flip the kitchen light off.

When he puts the car into reverse, you lean over and thread your hand through his hair, holding the back of his head as he turns to look over his shoulder.

“You’re touchy today,” Steve murmurs, and you shrug.

“You’re very touchable. What can I say.”

He smiles at you and kisses the palm of your hand before throwing the car back into drive and peeling out onto the street, which he does because he knows it’ll make you laugh, and he watches as you toss your head back and giggle. 

You roll down the passenger side window and stick your hand out, feel the mild nighttime air between your fingers, then lean over and slip Bruce Springsteen’s Born in the U.S.A. into the tape player and skip to your favorite song.

Steve drives quietly the whole way to the theater, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel to the beat of ‘Dancing in the Dark,’ which you’re singing under your breath. This kind of companionable silence is one of the many reasons you love getting to spend so much of your time with Steve. When you talk, you can talk for hours without running out of things to say - but when one of you goes quiet, the other will follow suit, and it never feels strange, or awkward. It’s comfortable. 

When Steve pulls the car into the entrance to the drive-in, he rolls his window down and smiles at the ticket seller, who blushes under his gaze. You smirk - you know that feeling all too well.

“Two for The Lost Boys, please,” Steve says, holding up two fingers, and hands her a ten dollar bill when she tells him the price. He gets a few bills back and some change, and he hands it to you, leaning forward so that you can pull his wallet from the back pocket of his pants to shove the money back inside.

“She didn’t even ID us,” Steve murmurs, and you start to laugh, handing him his wallet. He gives you a scrutinizing look. “What’s so funny?”

“Steve, she was too lost in your eyes to care whether we were underage.”

“Shut up, she was not.”

“She so was,” you say, and Steve groans. “You said four words to her and the poor girl was down for the count.”

Steve waves you off and pulls the car toward the back of the field, and you grin at him as he parks. He rolls his eyes and shakes his head at you.

“Were you planning on gettin’ some tonight, Harrington?”

“Don’t you give me shit for that. It’s the best spot to be parked, and you know it.”

You just keep smiling, your eyes roaming over his face. “Hey, if you were - who says I wasn’t, too?”

Steve raises his eyebrows at you and his lips part, like he’s about to say something, but you lean over to press a quick kiss to his open mouth and then pull the popcorn from your purse and open it, start snacking. Steve snorts and shakes his head again, reaching over to tune the car radio to the theater’s station for the movie.

“You are something else tonight, baby, you know that?”

You grin over at him and rest your elbow on the back of the seat, propping your head on your palm.

“Look at us, Harrington. We’re on a date. A cute little date, like we’re sixteen again.”

“I know,” Steve says, looking over at you and smiling. He grabs your hand and threads his fingers through yours, pressing kiss after kiss to the center of your palm. You grin and watch him, watch as his gaze comes up to meet yours, let him run his lips up your hand to your wrist, before you roll your eyes, take his face between your hands, and kiss him fiercely.

Steve sighs into your mouth and kisses you back for a beat, but pulls away when you start to run your tongue along the seam of his lips. “And you were givin’ me shit for parking us at the back of the field, you little minx! The previews haven’t even started yet!”

“Alright, alright,” you say, smiling and inching closer to him. You start to run your hand up his chest. “You caught me, Steve. I’ve been plotting to jump your bones since the moment I walked into our apartment after work today.”

“What did you in, baby?” Steve asks with a smirk. “Was it the jeans?”

You throw your head back and groan. Steve reaches over and squeezes your knee.

“Knew it.”

“They were so low on your hips, Steve - how am I supposed to resist that!”

“That’s the thing, sweetheart,” Steve murmurs, his thumb rubbing circles on the outside of your thigh. “You’re not supposed to.”

You sit there watching him for a moment, the way his tongue darts out to wet his lips, but the projector for your movie powers on just as you’re working up to make a move, illuminating the car completely, and it fully kills the mood. Steve huffs a sigh and pulls his hand away, and you turn to face the screen, which displays a message on a white screen welcoming you all, and informing you that your movie will start shortly. 

“Baby,” Steve whispers, and you ignore him, rooting through your purse for your chapstick. Steve eyes your profile, and out of the corner of your eye, his lips curl just slightly, illuminated by the light of the drive-in screen. “Come over here.”

Steve laughs when your reserve falls and you all but scramble across the bench of his car. He puts his hand around your waist and helps you scoot closer, bringing his other hand up to cup your face. You’re pressed against him, your hip turned so that your left leg is up over Steve’s right. You glance at his eyes, then down at his mouth and back up.

Grinning, Steve tucks one finger under your chin and angles your face up towards him. “Your mood is rubbing off on me.”

“Yeah?” You bite your lip. Steve nods, then leans in to kiss you once, twice. He brushes your hair back from your face and holds you in his hands.

“We might have to do something about it,” he murmurs, his eyes roving your reddening face. “Does that sound alright to you?”

You nod eagerly, then rearrange yourself so you can easily slide into Steve’s lap. He brings both of his hands down to squeeze your hips, running them down your thighs and around to your backside. You lean your head into his neck and moan when he presses you down into him and you feel the drag of his hardening cock against the seam of your shorts.

You sit up to press your nose against his, waiting for him to lean forward and kiss you again, when the radio starts up, rolling on one of the previews set to play before the movie itself, and you both jump slightly, laughing into the space between one another’s mouths. Steve wraps his arms around your middle completely and pulls you flush against him, parting his lips when you press yours back to his so you can slip your tongue into his mouth. 

One of Steve’s hands begins to wander, trailing up your back, then down and under your shirt to brush against the space right beneath your naval, making you shiver. He rubs up and down your bare thighs, squeezing gently, before settling against the zipper of your jean shorts. You pull away and watch as he undoes the button and zipper, then let out a loud groan when he slides his hand down into the front of them, pressing up against your clothed clit.

“You gotta be quiet, baby,” Steve murmurs, bringing the hand not currently between your legs up to push your hair back behind your ear. “Wouldn’t wanna get caught, would we?”

You shake your head and he smiles. “Good girl.”

Steve leans forward to press his lips to yours and kisses you again, but so chastely you could cry. You want him to kiss you, to open his mouth and devour you, and he smiles against you when he hears you whine, pulling back to look at you. He cups your face.

“Steve, I want –”

“I know what you want, but you’re gonna have to be patient, okay?”

You nod. He isn’t normally in the mood to tell you what to do - you’re usually the one bossing him around - but you love these rare moods of his. It’s so unbelievably hot. 

Steve captures your lips with his again and the hand pressed against your cheek slides around to push into your hair at the base of your skull. He rolls his hips up into yours, which puts more pressure on the hand tracing circles around your clit, and when you whine, he grips your hair harder.

“That feel good, baby?”

You open your mouth to answer him, but he dips his hand into your underwear, so nothing comes out, and your eyes roll back into your head when he slips it down even further to slide between the seam of you.

“So fucking wet,” he mutters, and presses a kiss to your chin. “All for me, huh?”

“For you, Steve,” you sigh. “Yes, yes, all for you.”

His middle finger traces along you for a few moments longer, and he watches you close your eyes and hum, your head lolling to one side, before he presses it up, up, and sinks into you to the second knuckle.

“Oh, fuck, Steve,” you whine, shifting a little to try and take more of him, and he laughs at you, wrapping his other hand around your hip to still you.

“You really have been dreaming about this all day, huh?”

“God, yes, all day.”

Steve purses his lips. “Yeah?”

“At work,” you say, finally catching your breath, and wince when he curves his finger inside of you just slightly, “all I could think about was coming home to you, pressing you against the counter, and dropping to my knees for you. I don’t know what it was. I just couldn’t get you off my mind. And then I got home, and you were making me dinner, and you were wearing those fucking jeans so low on your hips. I couldn’t stop thinking about how I wanted to see the rest of your tan skin. I have been just aching for you, Steve, all day long.”

Your words send his heart down into his stomach, and Steve groans at the thought of his cock stuffed down your throat, but that was for another time. Maybe when you get home. The air between you sits charged while you silently try to work yourself down on his finger even further. Steve smiles softly at you, at the way your eyes flutter closed when he eases his finger fully inside of you.

“You’re so good to me, baby, you know that? What do you want? What can I give you?”

“More,” you groan, and Steve leans forward to press his lips against the curve of your throat. You bring one hand up and thread it through his hair, mussing it before gripping tightly. “More, Steve, please.”

“More of what?”

“You,” you sigh, and Steve laughs shakily.

“Alright, baby,” he breathes against the skin of your neck. “You can have more.”

Steve brings his mouth back up and gives you a searing, deep kiss, one that almost distracts you from the fact that he’s pulling his finger out of you and adding another alongside it. You moan at the feeling, and Steve takes this moment to slip his tongue into your open, waiting mouth. He starts to move his fingers in and out of you, and you vaguely register that the previews have finished and the movie has begun, but you honestly couldn’t care less. The only thing on your mind is the way the palm of his hand is pressed right up against your clit, and you grind down into him, panting as you work yourself closer to what you hope will only be your first orgasm of the night.

“Look at you,” Steve remarks, chuckling. “I don’t even need to do any of the dirty work, do I, sweetheart? Are you gonna make yourself come? Hm?”

You nod and your hips stutter when he starts to curl his fingers in towards himself, pressing on that spot inside of you that makes you see red. 

“Good thing the windows are fogged up, huh - we wouldn’t want anyone to be able to peek in here and see you looking like this, hm? You’re a mess, aren’t you, baby? Fucking yourself on my fingers like that.”

You lift your hips up, feel his fingers slip out of you almost to their tips, before you sink back down onto them, repeating this motion until you feel the knot in the pit of your stomach start to tighten. Steve winds his fingers into your hair again and pulls until you’re looking him in the eye. He groans and stretches his fingers out, pressing you open, then curls them again, working that spot until you’re panting and writhing in his lap. When your eyes flutter closed, he tugs your hair, forcing you to open your eyes again.

“I want you to come,” Steve whispers, glancing down and watching you drag your hips along his hand, then back up to look you straight in the eye. “I want you to come, sweetheart, because I want to fuck you so bad.”

You cry, “Fuck, Steve,” and your thighs start to shake when he curls his fingers again, this time stroking in quick succession until you come, hard, so hard you fall forward onto his chest. You tuck your face into his neck, and you clench around his fingers while he runs his hand through your hair. 

“That’s it, fuck, baby, come for me.”

Your head rolls back, and Steve claps one hand over your mouth when you start to get a little too loud. His lips press against your ear, whispering, “Shhh, it’s okay, pretty girl, it’s okay, I’ve got you,” until you come down from your high. You whine softly, so he pulls his hand from your mouth and presses it gently to the side of your face.

Steve removes his fingers from inside of you and you cry out, sit up a bit to look down and watch him, your gaze dragging up to his face as he slips both fingers he was using to fuck you into his mouth and moans around them. Fuuuuuuuck. His lips are so swollen from kissing you, and you can only begin to imagine what you must look like to him. He smiles, pulls his fingers out of his mouth with an obscene pop, and slides his hands under your shorts, beginning to push them down and off your hips.

“Steve, what are you doing,” you laugh, leaning up further onto your knees so he can work your shorts down your thighs. He cups your ass and nudges you forward, so that your top half is practically in the backseat. “Steve!”

“You’re fine,” Steve mutters, smacking your backside playfully. You gasp and he takes your shorts the rest of the way off, leaving you in only your panties, and you sit back in his lap. You can feel how hard he is for you inside of his jeans. 

“You could have asked,” you protest, holding his face in one of your hands, your thumb pressed into his cheek.

“It was faster that way,” Steve says, lips pursed, smirking as he grabs your hand and guides it down to the button of his jeans. You scoff, then pop it, dragging his zipper down so slowly you hear his breath catch in his chest. You push your hands up under his sweater, rake your nails up and down his torso. Steve lifts his arms so you can rid him of his top, and you immediately lean forward to press soft kisses to his chest, pressing your hands into his warm skin. He huffs a sigh through his nose, so you pull back to look at him.

“Who’s impatient now?”

You laugh when he rolls his eyes at you. The two of you sit quietly for a moment and you eye him appreciatively as the light from the screen casts him in a soft blue haze. You want so badly to reach out and run your fingers over the freckles that cover the apples of his cheeks.

“You look so pretty right now, baby.”

“You should see yourself,” Steve breathes, hands gripping your waist, smiling up at you. You snort. 

“Flattery will get you everywhere, Harrington,” you whisper, and he smugly responds, “I know,” but cuts himself off when you reach into his jeans to pull his thick cock from his underwear. He groans at the feeling of your hand tight around him, whispering, “Oh, fuck,” and bucking his hips up when you flick your thumb over the tip of him. You work him for a few moments, leaning down to spit, using your hand to spread it over him. Steve starts to pant and a deep red flush rises on his cheeks, spreading down his neck and onto his collarbones.

Lifting your hips, you help Steve work his pants and his briefs down his thighs until he’s bare before you and able to spread his legs a little. As you hold him in place, your panties pushed to the side, he guides you down. You feel him press against the seam of your cunt.

“God, fuck,” Steve mutters, hips stuttering, the head of his cock pressing further into you. “You’re so wet. So soft.”

You sit down further and groan at the way he slides right into you with no resistance. Once you’re fully seated, you feel so, so full. He’s so big, and it always takes you a few moments to get used to the stretch. Steve watches you catch your breath, his own hitching when you clench around him.

“I feel you,” you pant. “Steve, I feel you everywhere.”

Steve groans and both of his hands go straight to your hips, squeezing gently. You lean back and rest your hands on the tops of his knees, your back pressing against the steering wheel, and ease your hips up an inch, two, before settling back down, gasping when your clit rubs against his pelvis. He brings one hand around and under the front of your shirt.

“I feel me, too, baby,” Steve pants, pressing down on your stomach, and you whine when he slides his hand down to work at your clit, his thumb brushing over it with just enough pressure to make a difference, making you cry out. “You’re takin’ me so well, sweetheart, God, you feel so good around my cock.”

You want to cry at his words - they send a knot of pure pleasure straight into the center of you. Using all of the strength you have left in your thighs, you rock your hips over and over, pushing yourself up so that only the tip of Steve’s cock is still inside of you, waiting there until he grabs your hips and hitches you down himself. He keeps his hold on you, guiding you up and down, helping you fuck yourself on his cock. After a few more moments, you feel him twitch inside of you, his grip on your hips getting tighter and tighter.

You lean forward to press your mouth against his shoulder. “Are you gonna come, Stevie?”

He laughs breathily at the nickname and nods, turning to kiss the side of your head. “Yeah, you got me pretty close.”

“You gonna come inside me?”

“Fuck, baby, if you want me to,” he pants, and you feel him twitch inside of you again.

“Want you to,” you whisper, easing yourself up out of his grip and then down fully onto his cock, shifting your hips so that your clit drags against the flat of his pelvis again. You bite your lip. “Want you to fill me up, Steve. Want to feel you slipping out of me later tonight.”

Steve nods, groans, “Jesus fuck,” and braces one elbow against the driver’s side door, his other arm coming around to hold you in place. He starts to fuck up into you, hard, short strokes that drive the air right from your lungs, and as his hips snap against yours, you fall forward against him. The best you can do in this moment is to try to hold yourself up, your hands braced on his chest, while he fucks you so hard you can’t see straight. You curse and bring one hand down to rub your clit, and Steve groans. 

“Are you gonna come again, baby?”

“Not until you do,” you pant, forehead pressed against the hollow of Steve’s throat. “Not without you.”

“Fuck,” Steve says and throws his head back. He pushes himself a little harder, fucks you a little faster. You keep working your clit until you feel your orgasm overtaking you, and you angle your head up to bite at Steve’s throat, clenching around him one last time before you feel him stiffen underneath you. You rock up and down, easing him through his orgasm, pressing soft kisses along his throat and panting open-mouthed against his skin when you start to come, too. Steve snakes his hand down underneath yours and takes over on your clit, prolonging your orgasm, feels you tighten around him until you’re practically begging him to stop touching you.

“Oh, god,” he groans, giving one last buck of his hips.

Steve stills, panting, softening inside of you, and when he pulls out of you, you cry out, overly sensitive. He pulls your panties back over to cover your cunt, then shakes his head and places his hands on both sides of yours, angling your face up so he can kiss you softly. He brushes your hair out of your face and kisses your forehead. “You good, baby?”

You hum and nod, bracing yourself against his chest. Steve leans over and grabs your shorts, helping you off of his lap and handing them to you. He pulls his pants back up, grabs his sweater, and glances back out the windshield at the screen.

“We’re gonna have to come see this movie again,” Steve says absentmindedly, his hair sticking straight up, a result of your hands tugging on it. You reach over to press it down and he bats your hand away playfully, looking over at you. “I don’t think I’m really following what’s happening.”

“I wonder why,” you snort, pulling your shorts back up your legs and buttoning them. You turn back to Steve in the driver’s seat to find him staring at you, a tender look in his eyes. “What?”

“Nothin’,” he says, pulling the sweater back over his head. “I just love you.”

Your heart stutters in your chest. “I love you, too, you softie.”

“Now,” Steve says, clearing his throat and clenching his hands around the steering wheel. “You wanna finish this movie, or should we…?”

“...Go home so I can jump your bones again?” 

“Yeah, that.”

“I think,” you say, leaning over to kiss him on the jaw, “that you should get us the hell out of here before I start taking my clothes back off.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Steve grins, turning to look out the rear window and throwing his car into reverse.

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- whenever you'd go in a store with him he would have his arm draped over your shoulders. And if some creepy guy would stare at you for too long, he’d pull you closer and lead you away from him. Steve just couldn’t have any other stranger looking at his sweet girl.

- He’d always make sure you drank water that day. One day you’d come back from class all tired and sleepy, he’d ask you if you ate or drank any water. “Sweetheart, it’s really no problem. Gotta make sure my girl eats today, I know you’re too busy to take care of yourself sometimes,” he’d say as he prepared some food for you! or got you some water.

- And he’d just love taking care of you!! Anytime your bag was too heavy he would always carry it, even if you insisted you could. “It’s okay baby. I don’t want you to hurt yourself, I’ll carry that for you,” he’d say and then lift the bag off your shoulders, giving you a little kiss on the forehead as he does so.

- He would NEVER let you walk home alone. He’d always walk you back, or drive you, especially if it was at night. Not like you were complaining. You loved walks home with him. He’d make you feel so safe as your little legs walked beside his to keep up, you’d usually hold his big hand in yours :)

- He’d always make sure your seatbelt was on before he started the car, and sometimes he would raise an eyebrow at you if you drank too much coffee.

“A third cup, sweet girl? Not too healthy for you baby.” He’d say and then hand you a decaf tea instead, you just smile and look up at him.

“Thanks Stevie.” You’d say, smiling shyly, you’d stand on your tippy-toes after and give him a kiss, because he was just so tall!!

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✨Hiii my babes! So this is where you can find all the things related to my Eddie Munson and Steve Harrington texting stories! I figured it would be easier to have them all in one place✨

Requests: HERE (always open)

My Fic Recs: Here

Helloooo welcome to the wonderful world of dating Eddie Munson! In this series you’re his little “Evil Queen” who just so happens to be the ex of none other than Steve Harrington. It’s a texting series but that doesn’t mean it’s boring trust me it gets quite dramatic so hold on tight to your Dungeon Master and let’s begin!🖤

Masterlist: HERE

Husband Eddie: here

Have you ever wanted to be Steve’s high school sweetheart? Well then you’ve come to the right place! In this series you’ve been with “King Steve” for three years and if you ask Steve it’s been the best years of his life. This is a texting series but once again that doesn’t mean it’s boring and bland there will be some bumps in the road so hold onto tight to Steve The Hair Harrington and let’s go!❤️

*this series isn’t related to the Eddie Munson series at all*

Masterlist: HERE

All other Series: 🖤 means completed

Dad Steddie: here

Eddie x Princess: here

FWB Eddie: here 🖤

Fake Dating Eddie: here 🖤

Eddie x Pregnant Reader (baby isn’t his): here

Seven Wives of Eddie Munson: here

Joseph Quinn x Princess: here

Stages of Heartbreak: here 🖤

Texting Joseph Quinn: here

Cheater Joe: here 🖤

Life with Steve and Eddie: here

Dating App Eddie: here

Country Club Eddie: here

Two Wrongs Make a Right: here

Sugar Daddy Steve: here

Boyfriend Joe Keery: here

Eddie’s Southern Belle: here

Wrong Number, Right Time: here 🖤

Oh him? That’s just Eddie: here

It was just one night: here 🖤

Bucket of Sunshine: here 🖤

Double Trouble: here

Walk in the Park: here

Trouble Next Door: here 🖤

Eddie’s Wish: here

A Killer’s Love: here

Fake Marriage AU: here 🖤

Not a Genie: here

Eddie x Barbie!Reader: here

Put It In Park: here

Haunted: here

Eternal Obsession: here

May The Best Man Win: here

Secret Rendezvous: here

At First Sight: here

What You Deserve: here

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[underoossss]

I’m here – s.h

pairing: steve harrington x f!reader

summary: when you have an accident, steve comes to the rescue, bathing you in comfort and soothing your worries without a second thought. in other words good old hurt/comfort goodness.

warnings: mention of injury though nothing is descriptive. maybe the cheesy title needed a warning too.

an: im on my knees begging that this shows up in the tags, i’ve tried everything. Anyways, im back after my writers blog to deliver softness and cute fics again. Enjoy! and let me know if you like this, reblogs are always helpful🥺

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Sock-clad feet glide on the hardwood floor of the hallway as the Saturday sunlight streams through the windows.  You turn up the volume of your radio, dancing and bobbing your head to your Duran Duran cassette. It is a universal truth that listening to music while you do chores will not only make you productive, but it will make the tasks more bearable. So Girls on Film floods the first floor of the house as you take the newly dry clothes to the kitchen to fold later. You sing along to the lyrics while you do the dishes and proceed to make something to eat. There are fresh groceries in the fridge, which you got yesterday, and you take out everything you need to make a club sandwich.

You’re so distracted while preparing and eating your food, that you don’t realize time has escaped you suddenly. The clock says its 1:15pm, and you promised Max you’d go skateboarding with her that afternoon –she’s supposed to be here in 30 minutes and you’re still not ready. “Shit.” You say, chewing the rest of your sandwich as fast as you can.

You rush through everything after that: shoving things back in the fridge, leaving your dish to wash later, and running upstairs with armfuls of unfolded clothes to throw on your parents’ bed to be folded later. They’re away for the next five days, so they won’t mind –if you remember to fold them before they get back. You spot your favorite tank top, a lovely deep green one, in the middle of the pile and grab it before you go to your bedroom. Some light washed jeans, the tank top, new socks, and converse and you’re ready to go.

A second later, the doorbell rings, announcing Max’s arrival. “Coming!” You yell over the music, which you then turn off.

Max stands on your porch, her skateboard under her arm. She has her hair braided into two pigtails and her freckles are standing out more than ever with the fierce sunlight outside. “Hey.” She says, “Ready to go?”

“Yeah, I just need my skateboard.” You tell her, then go back inside to search the living room’s closet for it. “Aha! Now I’m ready.”

Locking the front door behind you, the two of you skate down the road to the old Hawkins skate park. It is near your house –roughly five blocks– and because Max says the new one is always crowded, the two of you have made it a habit to use the old one instead. It’s not old perse, it just not as fancy as the new one.  

“I learned this new trick I have to show you.” Max says proudly, a grin lighting up her features.

“A new trick? Where?” You ask her, pushing at the ground with your foot to gain more speed.

“I saw some boys do it the other day, and I think I got it down now.” She explains, glancing at you for a second before chuckling. “I think I can do it even better than them.”

“Oh, I bet.” You smile, “I need to learn it then, so we can outskate them.”

Sure enough Max starts to teach you the new trick immediately after you reach the skate park. She mentions it might be called a heelflip but she’s unsure, the boys she copied from were far enough that she couldn’t catch everything they said.

“Basically,” Max says. “You jump and use your right foot to flip the board, and land on it once it turns back around.”

The redhead demonstrates, failing at the first try but getting it right by the second. You watch her do the trick five more times, trying to memorize the way she moves her feet before and after she jumps. Once you’re sure you understand what you have to do, you begin to practice, which leads you to one, two, three, and several other failed attempts.

With your frustration beginning to increase, you huff and nod to yourself in determination. “This time for sure.” You tell no one in particular.

You push the ground with your foot and skate a few feet before you try to flip the board again, only to make a terrible mistake immediately after. Just as you think you managed to successfully flip and land on your skateboard, your left foot lands too close to the rear-edge of the board and you fall backwards. The weight of your body falls on your left arm, and thankfully not your head, but an intense pain overwhelms you for a second, making your ears ring. The ache doesn’t pass and instead stays in your arm, and you lie on the ground, your left side touching the hot cement. You try to move it, so you can sit up, but you find that you can’t; it only makes more pain shoot up from your arm to the rest of your body.

“Fuck!” You curse out from gritted teeth, your face contorted in pain as you roll to your back and sit up. You clutch your left arm close to your body as best as you can without injuring it more. “Fuck, shit, ouch, dammit.”

Max rushes to your side in a second, kneeling in front of you to see what happened. “What happened?” Her blue eyes are wide with worry as she sees you hold your arm and squeeze your eyes shut. “Your arm?”

“I think I broke it, Max. I can’t move it.” You say, taking deep breaths and looking into her eyes. The distress in her own is obvious, so you swallow back the pain and say in a calm voice. “We have to go back home.”

Max nods but still glances worriedly at your arm, “We need to get you to the hospital.”

You whimper in pain and nod even though the very thought of going to the hospital makes you nauseous. You hate hospitals, you’re terrified of doctors and any sort of procedure. “I know. Just help me stand up, we need to call Steve.”

The redhead holds the back of your right elbow gently and wraps her arm around your waist to hoist you up. You exhale shakily as another shock of pain shoots up your arm while Max grabs both of your skateboards –she holds one under each arm and walks next to you. The walk to the house is silent, with you focusing on everything else around you besides the pain, and Max burning a hole in your skin as she looks at you.

“I’m so sorry, this is my fault.” She says.

“Max, it’s not your fault. No one could have known that I would fall, I didn’t think I’d fall.” You shake your head instantly, then look at her worried face. “Please, don’t beat yourself up about this.”

She nods silently, worrying at her bottom lip nervously. “We’re almost back.”

You look up ahead and notice she’s right.  Your house can be seen in the distance, and it makes relief wash over your features. Shade, water, and a phone to call your boyfriend. They’re all so close but the last feet to reach the house feel like insurmountable task. It’s like each step breaks your arm again and again; by the time you give Max your keys and step through the front door, your forehead is covered in sweat and tears threaten to spill from your eyes.

“Call Steve, I’ll get you some water.” Max tells you, leaving the skateboards out of the way and disappearing into the kitchen.

You walk to the yellow phone that’s propped in the hallway’s wall –an inconvenience every day but you can’t bring yourself to complain now– and dial the number you memorized two years ago, picking up the headset with your right hand. Your body aches, and you feel exhaustion creep up on you as the phone rings.

Steve picks up the phone on the third ring, his voice a soothing sound to your ears. “Hello?”

“Hey Stevie.” You say into the headset; your face is a grimace, but your voice is light as air. “How are you, baby?”

“Missing you,” Steve grumbles on the other line. “And jealous that Mayfield has a whole day with you. Wait, aren’t you supposed to be skating?”

“Yeah….” You chuckle but the movement makes you flinch and whimper. “About that.”

Max, who returned with the glass of water, sighs exasperated. She fights you momentarily for the headset, with an unfair advantage of not being in pain, and uses it to deliver the news to Steve. “Yeah, she broke her arm.”

You imagine Steve is asking What?! In a tone of disbelief and worry.

“Y/N broke her arm, we’re at her house and need to get to the hospital.” She says, raising her eyebrows and shaking her head at you when you frown at her bluntness. It seems like the initial shock from your injury has worn off, and now she has a resolute look in her face. “You have to come pick us up.”

“Tell him not to speed. If he does, I’m walking to the hospital. We don’t need another accident.” You tell her even as another wave of pain washes over you. You didn’t want to get Steve so worried he’ll go over the speeding limit, but with the way Max dumped the news on him… he’s more than likely to.

You hear Max tell him this and nod her head and whatever Steve says on the other line before she passes the headset back to you. “He’s coming.” She tells you as you press the headset into your ear.

“Baby.” Steve says, so softly and comforting to your ears that you fight back tears. Your eyes squeeze shut to keep from crying; the next breath you take is shaky.

“I need you.” You mumble, taking another deep breath to keep your voice steady. “Drive safely.”

“I’ll be there in 10. Hang on, okay?” You can hear Steve’s keys jingle on the other end of the line, and you nod. You know he can’t see you but who cares.

“Okay.”

You hang up a second later and accept the glass of water Max hands you. “Thank you.” You tell her, leaning your head against the wall.

Max nods as her eyes scan your face and her eyebrows meet in the middle. “You’ll be okay soon, let’s go wait on the porch.”

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Steve gets there in 8 minutes, leaves the car on, and rushes to the front door where you and Max wait already. He frowns when he sees you clutch your arm and notices that it’s beginning to bruise. Steve wipes the light sheen of sweat that covers your forehead once he’s in front of you and cradles your cheeks softly in his hands. “Hey, babygirl.”

You exhale shakily when he presses his forehead against yours. His presence is a comfort, his words even more so. “Let’s get you fixed up, okay? You’ll be better in no time.”

“Stevie, I’m scared. I hate hospitals.” You confess to him in a whisper as a rogue tear escapes you. Though you don’t know if it’s from pain, fear, or relief of seeing him. “I don’t want to go.”

“You’re in pain, you have to go. I know it scares you but you got us, okay?.” Steve motions over his shoulder to his car. “Let’s get in the car, beautiful.”

He places a soft kiss to your temple when you nod, before leading you towards his car –left hand on the low of your back. Max opens the door for you, and you slide in while Steve shuts the door close and runs over the drivers’ side. You press the side of your head to the window, the cold glass soothing as you close your eyes.

“Pass me the Flock of Seagulls cassette; they’re all in the pocket in front of you.” Steve asks Max as he pulls away from the driveway. “The colourful one.”

“Yeah, I know which one.” Max says, you can hear the eyeroll in her tone –it makes you smile briefly.

Steve fiddles with the cassette before inserting it into the car’s player. A few seconds later, the first chords of I Ran begin to play, filling the car with music. “There you go, baby.” Steve says, putting his right hand on your thigh and rubbing your skin softly with his thumb. “You love their songs.”

You move to look at him— he’s got that worried pinch between his brows despite the smile he’s giving you. The sun makes his hair turn a honey colour, and his white t-shirt turns a shade of yellow as sunlight reflects off the dashboard and onto him. You’re in so much pain you can’t even appreciate how well this outfit look on him. He’s so handsome, he’s also trying very hard to keep it together for you, and you love him so much.

“I do.” You mumble, smiling softly at him. “Thank you, Stevie.”

Minutes later you’re being led to the emergency room by Steve and Max, where nurses take over despite their protests. You can’t help but feel anxious, and in more pain, as you’re pulled away from them. Your heartbeat picks up every time the nurse touches you, and your eyes tear up when she checks your arm –her touch is careful but your arm hurts so much that it feels like she’s pressing hard on your skin. She takes your vital signs and tells you to sit down in a bed until the doctor arrives.

You nod and try to swallow but your throat keeps tightening. “Can my boyfriend come keep me company, please?” Your voice sounds breathless as you speak. “I’m feeling very anxious and he’s the one who always knows what to do.”

Maybe it’s the tone in which you speak, or your anxiousness written too plainly on your face, but the nurse nods silently and leaves. You hear hurried footsteps immediately after. Steve’s hair is a mess as he steps through the door, and you’re so glad to see him you slouch where you sit. Though the movement makes you knock your elbow with your thigh, and you wince in pain.

“Careful, baby.” Steve tells you quietly, approaching you and holding your free hand. “I’m here, the nurse said you asked for me.”

“Stevie,” You shake your head. “I got anxious and lonely. I–I needed you.”

“And I’m here.” Steve reassures you, leaning his forehead against yours. “I’m staying right here, okay?”

“Thank you.” You nod weakly, looking into the lovely brown color of his eyes as he kisses your knuckles repeatedly. “The nurse said a doctor is coming soon.”

As if summoned by your words, the doctor arrives and crosses the threshold of the room to stand by your bed. He’s a short man with black rimmed glasses, greying buzz-cut hair, and deep frown lines on his forehead. The tag on his white coat says doctor Dennison, and he introduces himself by the same name a second later.

“I’ve just talked to the nurse. From what she tells me, we need to take an x-ray of your arm.” He says, talking your injured arm gently in his hands and examining it by touch. “You can’t move it?”

“No, it hurts too much if I try.” You say as you wince when he touches the muscle below your elbow. Your fingers squeeze Steve’s hand tightly; you worry whether you’re hurting him.

“Looks like the fracture is here.” He says, touching the place with two careful fingers. “The x-ray will tell us if we’ll need to operate or not.”

You squeeze Steve’s hand in fear this time, and he squeezes right back in reassurance. “Surgery?” Steve asks the doctor, frowning down at your arm. He knows your fear of doctors and knows needing surgery would send you into a nervous frenzy.

“It looks like only one of the forearm bones is broken but I need to see just how much. If the fracture is at two places, we need to stabilize them with surgery, so they heal correctly.” The doctor tells you and Steve. “The good thing is, your arm hasn’t swelled much, so if you don’t need surgery, we can put your arm in a cast today.”

You nod your head, though you feel numb and more anxious than ever; surgery had never crossed your mind. Why did you have to break your arm.

“I’ll have the nurse prep the x-ray room.” The doctor says before he leaves.

“Thank you, doctor.” Steve tells him, then turns back to you. “I’m sure you won’t need surgery baby.”

“What if I do, Stevie.” You whisper, feeling fear try to take you into its clutches. “I’ve never had surgery before… it scares me.”

Steve lets go of your hand for a moment to slide a chair over to your bed, where he sits and offers his hand again. “If you do, you’ll be more than okay, babygirl.”

“How can you be sure?” You ask him as you look into his eyes though tears are threatening to fall down your cheeks and it makes him look blurry.

Your boyfriend kisses you hand again, his lips soft on your skin as he pecks it repeatedly. “Because you’re strong, Y/N. I know this is scary, but I also know you’ve been very brave despite of your fear before.”

Your eyes squeeze shut at his words, and you nod trying to summon that bravery he claims you have. You both survived the upside down, surely that’s scarier than this. “I’ll be okay.” You say more to yourself than to Steve.

“You will.” He reaches up and wipes your tears away with a reassuring smile. “I’ll be right here, and I won’t let anything happen to you, okay?”

You nod again and just then the nurse is back to take you to the x-ray room so you can find out how serious your injury is.

“Go tell Max I’m okay.” You tell Steve before you leave the room. “I’m sure she’s worried.”

Steve nods, and the soft look in his eyes reassures your frantic heart that things will be okay.

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It turns out, that your injury won’t require surgery, like Steve had reassured you.

There’s a nurse putting pain medication into an IV that’s attached to your right arm, while Doctor Dennison looks over your x-ray.

“You’ve got one clean fracture right here.” The doctor points at the broken bone below your elbow. “So once the medication kicks in, I’m going to set it and we’ll place a cast on your arm.”

You nod in understanding and look away from the x-ray, looking at the fracture makes a shiver go down your spine. “Will I get to go home today?” You ask.

The doctor smiles, “Of course. Once you get the cast, we’ll immobilize your arm with a sling and you’re ready to go.”

“Thank God.” Steve says, rubbing his face with his hands –the first time since you talked to him earlier that he’s shown worry. All the tension in his body leaves him at once when he smiles at you. “Told you.”

Now in less pain than before, and calmer, you smile back at him. He’s reassured you all afternoon, it’s your turn. “I know.”

Though the process is painless and simple, you cling to Steve’s hand when the doctor makes sure your bone is in the right place and proceeds to put the cast on your arm. It goes from your wrist to just above your elbow, immobilizing your left for the next 8 weeks. You smile down at it once you’re given the all-clear by the nurse, knowing the kids, Robin, and Eddie will doodle all over it once they find out what happened. Then, there’s paperwork to sign and pain medication to get for the next five days as prescribed by the doctor –which Steve insists on getting (and you insist on paying back, to no avail). But soon enough you’re reuniting with Max in the waiting room, Steve’s left hand on the small of your back and his right holding a white plastic bag.

“All done.” You tell Max with a reassuring smile. “Sorry for making you wait so long.”

The redhead glances out the automatic doors to see the sky turn orange as the sun begins to set, –it was high in the sky when you first arrived. “I didn’t notice.” She shakes her head. “Are you feeling better now?”

You nod your head. “I’m just tired.”

“Come on let’s get you home then.” Steve mutters against your temple before placing a kiss there.

“Can I drive?” Max asks Steve, sounding hopeful.

“Absolutely not.” Steve tells her and you smile.

Their bickering and the rest of the Flock of Seagulls cassette fill the car on the drive away from the hospital. The air feels calmer with everyone less anxious than before, and you’re in between falling asleep and looking at the pretty pink sky out of the window. Steve drops Max off at her place, and she promises to visit you tomorrow morning, to which you nod with a smile and tell her you’ll be waiting. A short ride later, you’re back at your house, with Steve opening the door for you and leading you inside.

“Finally.” You sigh, moving so you’re standing in front of Steve and can lean your forehead against his shoulder. “I hate hospitals.”

“I know.” Steve whispers, his arms going around your waist carefully.

“Stevie…”

“Yeah, baby?” He takes one step back to look at you, dipping his chin to his chest to meet your eyes.

“Don’t go.” You whisper, eyes glancing at your feet then back to his face. “I don’t want you to go.”

Your heartbeat is drumming loudly in your ears as your right hand holds Steve’s forearm. You have five more days alone in your house, now with a broken arm, and though your parents have left in other occasions, it feels different this time. It makes you anxious at the thought of being alone, after a day at the hospital you feel on edge.

“I wasn’t planning on going anywhere.” Steve smiles, bringing one of his hands to hold your cheek. You melt with his touch, head tipping to the side to get more of it. “I was going to ask you if I could stay the rest of the week.”

You think about how there’s already enough of his clothes in your drawers for him to stay over and nod your head. Your eyes open and focus on his. “Of course, you can.”

“Let me take care of you, okay?” He drops his forehead against yours while he whispers. “What do you need baby, name it.”

You hum and close your already heavy eyes. “A shower, the leftovers in the fridge, and 10 hours of cuddling.”

Steve smiles, bringing his smile over your lips as he dips his head. “I can do that.” His lips brush against yours as he speaks, and you smile.

“And a kiss?” You add moving your hand from his forearm to the back of his neck slowly.

“Always. All of them, anytime you want.” He says before closing the gap small gap between you.

You’re unable to hold back the sigh that leaves your lips at the kiss and you’re mindful of your arm as you lean your body closer to Steve’s. He is warm against you, gentle in the way he holds your face but not as much as he kisses you. His kisses are needy, a firm pressure against yours, and you can relate to what he’s feeling. It’s been a long and stressful day, one that’s taken a toll on you and, on top of keeping you from sharing a single kiss, most likely worried Steve more than he let show. You feel your body humming with love, your fingertips tingling with it; the wholesome feeling of Steve’s affection, soothing and curing every worry and discomfort you shoved back throughout the day. He pulls back after a few minutes and presses his nose to the side of yours while he keeps you close.

“I love you.” He whispers. “You were so brave today.”

“I love you.” You mumble against this lips, unable to stop yourself from placing a couple of kisses over his bottom lip. “I was terrified, I don’t know what I would have done without you.”

“I always got you, babygirl.” Steve says kissing you softly one more time.

“Can you help me shower?” You ask him even though you know he’ll say yes. “I don’t know how I’ll manage to wash my hair with one arm like this.”

Steve follows your eyes down to your cast before he looks back at you. “You don’t even have to ask. Besides, I gotta make sure you don’t get your cast wet.”

You nod your head. “There’s plastic bags in the kitchen, I think that’ll help?”

“I’ll grab them. You head over to the shower okay, beautiful? I’ll be right there.” Steve leaves a lingering kiss on your lips before disappearing into the kitchen while you stare at his retreating figure, wondering how you got so lucky.

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[lemon-boy-stan]

some joe keery boyfriend material

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[madiisixx]

!fluff

Steve hogging reader's blanket when sleeping together because it smells like the reader :D

(Both have their own blanket cuz Steve has a secret habit of hogging the blanket)

Thankyou

Prompt: Steve Being a blanket hog

Requested? Yes :)

WARNINGS: None just absolute fluff and cuteness

A/N -> I'm sorry I just got around to writing this! I just have been super busy but here it finally is and I hope you liked it :)

You and your boyfriend steve have been together for 5 years and lived together for 2

But during all of those 5 years you both had picked up some traits and habits that the other person does. Now you? you both know you got a lot of them but there's one of steve's in particular that drives you absolutely insane.

It's him hogging all of the blankets

You both had layed down less than an hour ago from a long day at work and an intense love making session

10 minutes after you both had settled down for the night, you had heard snoring from the other side of the bed which had signaled to you that your beloved boyfriend had fallen asleep before you

You rolled your eyes and chuckled at his snores and went to go grab some more blankets to cuddle up with since it was a cold night this evening when all of a sudden you felt a rush of cold air surround your body

your eyes widened and looked over at steve, who had stole your blankets from you once again.

He was peacefully asleep, still snoring but now looked quite comfortable with both of yours and his blankets covered over himself

instead of waking him up and trying to take the covers back from him, you opted to snuggle close to him instead and rest your head on his chest

Chuckling to yourself, you thought nothing other but love and adoration for your blanket hogging, baseball bat swinging, hair obsessed boyfriend

and there wasn't anything that you would trade him for the world

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[ilovetulips]

steve harrington x fem!reader

steve didn’t mean to intrude, he just wanted to lay with his girlfriend for a bit. he didn’t mean to stay and watch — but he couldn’t help it. watching you dance around your room as if nobody was watching, he found himself falling in love with you even more than he initially thought.

the muffled sound of your cassette player belting out your mixtape echoed through steve’s ears when he climbed into the small roof gracing your bedroom window. he thought nothing of it, until he actually reached the glass.

there you were, dancing around your room with a hairbrush in hand; singing along along to the music and swaying your hips with the rhythm. you weren’t exactly the most outgoing person so whenever you did something out of your shy persona, steve was there to coax you through it and praise you. he loved watching his girl grow more confident.

so as he watched you let loose, he watched in adoration. you didn’t have a care in the world — that’s all he ever wanted for you. miscellaneous props were scattered around your room. boas on the bed, lipstick stains painted upon the mirror and vinyls surrounding your ‘designated dance area’. he was so enthralled in watching you that he hadn’t realised he’d crept closer to the windowsill, now visible enough for you to see him if you looked.

if you did catch him, he could either play it off as he had just arrived — or that he was watching you dance and sing in your room. he didn’t have much time to choose between the two when you came and slid the window up. the once muffled music blaring through the air and permeating through steve’s body.

“hi.” he squeaks out under your gaze. you walk away, leaving the window open as a subtle invite for him to climb in, and turn the small music player off. you couldn’t hide the pink sheen coating your face from the slight embarrassment of being caught, but it was nothing in comparison to the red glow emanating from your boyfriend’s face.

“want a drink?” you watch as he stands rigidly in the corner of the room, fidgeting with his hands and avoiding your eyes. he was mortified. the smirk that curved it’s way up to your lips was out of your control.

“uh yeah. yes, please. thanks.” the poor boy stuttered out, spluttering any string of words he could string together.

when you return he’s settled on your vanity chair, yet still as tense before. he takes a gulp, coating his dry throat in the liquid before facing you while you crouched infront of him.

“y/n look i know this looks bad—“ he’s silenced by you placing your finger on his lips delicately.

“just shut up. you’re overreacting, it’s fine. you don’t need to apologise, it’s not like you caught me doing something bad.” you settle on his lap while you spoke, his hands holding your hip to keep you steady as you move his hair out of his eyes.

he sighs in relief and dares to look up at you. your eyes were staring back into his, and he realised how in deep he was.

“i love you.” he murmurs accidentally, entranced by you.

“what?” your hand stills behind his ear as you tucked more hair away.

“i love you.” he holds your face now, hands smoothing your jaw as his thumb traces circles on your cheek. “you don’t have to—“

“i love you too, steve.” you smile. he can’t help but pull your face towards his and kiss you with every fibre of his being. he poured his heart into the kiss, showing you just how much he actually loved you.

you both pull away with a small pop and a giggle. breathing heavy and chests rising and falling rapidly.

“you’re a great dancer, by the way. should join the cheer squad.” you swat his chest and bury your face in the crook of his neck out of embarrassment.

“shut up steve.” he heard from his shoulder, muffled by his skin.

“love you too.”

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[sweetestday-dream]

Completely In Love - S.H.

Pairing: Steve x female reader

Summary: Your first time with Steve

Warnings: Smut (minors DNI): oral: pet names: swearing: talk of love: unprotected sex (not a good idea kids!)

I’ve been really into the idea of slow passionate love making recently, and Steve seems like he would be the one to give that to you. Sweet, but also a little filth!

 It wasn’t your first time, but it was you first time with your new boyfriend, Steve. You had made him wait a couple of months, you didn’t want to rush things and mess it up. You were falling so hard for this guy, it was unreal. You’d thought a lot about how you wanted your first time with him to go, but right now you were on your bed with him, his mouth on yours and hands all over you. You just couldn’t hold yourself back anymore, and now seemed like as good a time as any. You tossed all you carefully laid plans out the window, and rolled your bodies so that he was laying underneath you. You started moving your mouth down his neck. Kissing and nipping a little. Not enough to leave a mark, but enough for Steve’s breath to go unsteady. He tipped his head back against he pillow, giving you more access. He let out a sigh as you worked your way down to his collar bone. You kept moving down slowly, pushing up his shirt as you went, revealing his little happy trail. You nipped at his hips as you worked on undoing his belt. He reached down and gently grabbed your hand.

“You don’t have to,” he said softly. “We can wait.”

“I want to Steve…I really want to.” You breathed as you looked up at him though your lashes.

And oh God did you want to. You wanted to please him so bad!

His look of concern faded as he loosened his grip on you and allowed you to continue your work. You curled your fingers around his waistband and pulled his jeans and boxer down in one go. His erection sprang free and slapped against his lower belly. Gosh, this was this first time you’d seen it, and it as better than you imagined. So pretty and pink, and…thick. Of course the prettiest boy in Hawkins would have the prettiest cock. You don’t know why you expected anything different. It looked so delicious, you just couldn’t wait. You palmed his length up and down a few times. You looked up at Steve who was looking down at you, biting his lower lip. The look in his eyes had you feeling brave. You kept eye contact with him as you lowered your mouth to him, licking a thick stripe from base to tip before swirling your tongue around his head. When you took his tip in your mouth, Steve let his head fall back and sighed out.

“fuuuuck,” he breathed quietly.

He reached down to bundle your hair into his fist so he could get a better view. You went slow at first. Sucking only the tip, while working his shaft with your hand. Bring it up to meet your mouth with each bob of your head. Steve was trying his hardest to be quiet. You could tell by the way his breathe kept catching in his throat. That irritated you a bit because, after waiting for this long, you wanted to hear what he sounded like. Hear how you were making him feel. You wanted to do so good for him. You popped your mouth off and climbed back up to kiss his lips.

“You can be louder if you want babe.” You whispered, pulling away a bit.

He just nodded and pulled you to his lips. You were kneeling beside him as his tongue desperately explored your mouth. He slowly slid a hand under your skirt. Rubbing you through your cotton panties. He could feel the warm wet spot that had started to pool there. He reached his hand inside and you hummed.

“MMmmm”

“Did I make you this wet already baby?” He teased, letting out a little chuckle.

You nodded your head furiously as you bit your bottom lip. He’s kissing his was along your neck while peeling you out of your clothes. God, you could feel his throbbing cock pressed against your hip and your mind was racing with thoughts of what he would feel like inside of you. You couldn’t stand to wait any longer.

“Steve,” you sighed as you raked your fingers through his beautiful hair. “I need you inside me, now.”

He smiled. That was all the convincing he needed. He placed his large hands on your waist, and layed you on the bed ever so gently. He ran is hands along your smooth thighs, opening your legs for him. With you now on full display for him, you suddenly felt a little embarrassed. You turned to hide your face in the pillow. Steve noticed

“Hey,” He cooed. “Don’t do that. You look so beautiful right now.” He reached up and cupped your cheek, turning you to face him again. You couldn’t help but smile at his sweet words. He dragged his fingers along the length of your body, stopping to gather up some of your wetness. You bucked into his hand, and he could tell you were ready. He positioned himself at your entrance, hitching you leg up with his other hand to give him better access. He pushed himself in agonizingly slow, which you knew was just him taking care not to hurt you. But that stretch that you had been aching for felt so good, you couldn’t help the porn star level moan that came falling from your mouth. Steve cut you off with a soft kiss as he bottomed out inside you and let out a grunt. He reached down and grabbed your hip with one hand, and with the other he interlaced is fingers with yours. You felt so close with him in this moment.

He moved so slowly, with deep long thrusts. He was hitting a spot inside you that you hadn’t felt before. Your breathing was heavy, your chest heaving. He peppered kisses down your neck as he continued his expert movements. Every once in awhile, he would roll his hips in a way that had his pubic bone bumping your clit. Each time you felt the knot in your stomach get a little tighter. He was being so sweet with you, and it felt so goddamn good, you felt a single tear start to run down your cheek. Steve stopped immediately.

“Oh my god. Did I hurt you?” He asked anxiously.

“No Steve… no.” You said breathlessly. “You didn’t hurt me.”

His expression softened.

“I…” You were scared to say it. “I just…I just love you so much.”

There was a moment of silence and were terrified you had well and truly ruined things now. But then he smiled, and leaned down to kiss you.

“I love you too y/n.”

A huge smile crept across you face as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He began with his torturous thrusts again. Going even deeper now, which you didn’t think was possible. He sped up just a little bit. You started to clench around him, letting out little moans and whimpers. Steve leaned in close and whispered in your ear.

“I know baby. You’re doing so good for me. I can tell your close. I know you can do it baby, c’mon.”

Jesus Christ, his praise sent you right over the fucking edge. You clenched down so hard on him, he let out a filthy moan. He pinned your hands to the mattress and looked you dead in the eye while he worked you through your orgasm. Sounds of pleasure and surprise left your mouth, as no one has ever been able to make you cum from penetration alone. You were in pure ecstasy, as Steve coached you along.

“That’s a good girl,” He grunted. “Oh fuck….”

He buried his face in your neck and you felt his cock twitch inside of you, just as your were coming down from your own high. He had definitely taken your note from earlier at being louder, because the moans falling off his lips were almost enough to make you cum all over again. He collapsed in top of you. Careful not to squish you too much. You felt him soften inside you as he tried to regulate his breathing.

“I meant what I said Steve.” You said as you placed soft kisses on his temple. “I am so in love with you.”

His breathing had started to slow, and he turned to look at you.

“ I am so, completely in love with you too y/n”

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[laura-sofia22]

California Dreamin': Steve Harrington 

Sneak Peek: Nightmares had become a regular occurrence among a select few residents of Hawkins, Indiana after their altercations with the Upside Down and the monsters it housed. When Y/N’s nightmares go as far as preventing her from sleeping more than a few hours a week, Steve, her loving and charismatic boyfriend, takes it upon himself to figure out how to help her sleep through the night. 

Coming Soon

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[alien-magnolia]

Imagine you go on a bookstore date with Steve!! And he wears this, the two of you hold hands as you look at books together!! ✨

And!! He would always have his arm wrapped around you in some way, bc he’s such a protective bf. You loved it when he led you around the store, his big hand snugly in yours!

He would even offer to buy a few books for you!! He spoiled you so much! BUT. You loved it.

-and!! If you mentioned you’d be cold, he’d take off his scarf and give it to you, wrapping it around you. “Can’t have my sweet girl getting all cold now, can we? Keep that scarf on, baby,” he’d say, with a raised eyebrow, and then plant a few wet kisses on you. He always took good care of you to make sure you’re safe and comfortable!

You just loved running your hands through his amazing hair when you kissed him. He ended up buying a few books for you, and then holding you tightly, his big arms around your little waist, as the two of you crossed the street.

“Can we get some coffee, please!!,” you’d ask him, wrapping your hands around the back of his neck to reach up and kiss him! “Of course sweetheart, just not too much, okay?,” he’d sternly say back to you. And ofc he would buy and order the coffee for you too.

Then, the two of you sat in the corner of that small-town Hawkins coffee shop, completely blissful with each other’s presence. Eventually you’d just read your book while pressing yourself up against him :)

Authors note: Steve brain rot is real. I love him sm. If you like this post, pls help a writer out and reblog ✨🖤🫶🏻🤍🌙🌻🪐☕️📚

Edit: feel free to request more in the asks !! I am looking to do spooky but kinky stories for October 🕷️🕷️

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[harrywavycurly]

Sarah! Pls more steddie and reader😂 I loved the one you just posted ❤️🥹

Hiii lovey!! So happy you like it!! Truly this has taken over my whole brain and I’m not mad about it! So enjoy!!💖

-Friendly reminder this is Steddie x pregnant reader and the baby is a boy(don’t even come into my inbox asking for a name because I don’t have one at this moment in time…open to suggestions lol)✨

*Eddie is in charge of making sure you’re okay while Steve’s at work and naturally it’s when shit hits the fan*

“Uhh what the fuck are you doing here?” “Is that how you greet all the customers Harrington?” “Just the ones that should be home with our very pregnant partner who…is she in the van? Why is she in the van Eddie?” “Yeah so…uhm we need to go.” “We need to go? Who’s we?” “You and I…and her we need to go it’s like…time? She’s been having these painful like cramp things for a while and yeah…I think it’s happening.” “Holy shit like she’s having the baby? Why are you just standing there? We need to go.” “She wanted me to ask if you could grab some red vines…a snack for the road.” “She’s in labor and wants red vines? Really?” “She likes what she likes Steve…but can we hurry this up?” “Oh now you’re in a fucking hurry?” “I mean she is in labor so like…we do need to get a move on.” “How the fuck are you so…relaxed? How are you not wanting to throw up right now? We are about the be dads Eddie!” “I’m just trying to be the voice of reason okay? We can’t all freak the fuck out and going off of how you’re acting right now…you’re going to do enough freaking out for the two of us.” “Okay I got the red vines let’s go.” “Uhh what about the store?” “Fuck family video I’m about to be a dad.” “That’s one way to get employee of the year.”

“You…smell weird.” “Damn baby I know he doesn’t shower that often but no need to be so mean to him.” “Fuck off Steve I shower every day…but what do you mean I smell weird?” “It’s just different? I don’t know…it’s not bad just not what I’m used to.” “Ohhh I read that your sense of smell gets heightened during pregnancy so maybe you don’t like his aftershave or something?” “Reading the pregnancy books are we Steve? You’re such a suck up dude.” “It’s called being prepared Munson…wouldn’t kill you to read one yourself.” “Eddie and I read the what to expect when you’re expecting…” “I’m the suck up? You literally read one with her so…yeah fuck off.” “Language! There’s a baby in the room.” “Does he have ears yet?” “Yes he has ears Eddie and he’s tired of hearing his dads argue.” “Sorry sweetheart…we’ll do better…won’t we Eddie?” “Yes we will do better… as long as Steve stops being an ass.” “You’re so damn annoying Munson.” “Don’t make me get a swear jar…” “sorry baby.”

“That doesn’t look right.” “How would you know what an infant seat is supposed to look like Harrington?” “I know it’s not supposed to be leaning over like that…” “it’s just…a little crooked but it’s…fine…see? Perfect.” “She’s going to agree with me you know that right?” “Yeah…I know…but she asked us to install it so just…I don’t fucking know try to help me instead of standing there all huffy with your hands on your hips?” “I’m not huffy I’m just observing.” “Steve…” “fine fine let me see…oh wow you’re such an idiot you have it in here backwards.” “The base? I do not.” “Yeah you do…here it goes like…this…now this just clicks…into that and…there we go.” “Does it feel secure? He’s not gonna like tumble out of it or anything?” “Feel for yourself but no…he’s not gonna fall out.” “Nice job Harrington.” “Thanks…you think driving with an infant in the backseat is gonna make us turn into those crazy slow and anxious drivers?” “Oh totally…we are gonna be those dads that honk and flip people the bird if they get too close to our car.” “Is that installed right? It looks like it’s leaning?” “Harrington did it.” “Thanks Eddie…”

“But I get so bored laying in bed all day.” “I know baby but that’s what the doctor ordered and just think it’s only for a few more weeks.” “What’s wrong? What did Steve do to you Princess? Need me to kick his ass?” “He’s making me stay in bed…all day…” “what the hell Harrington? You know she gets restless.” “I’m not making her! The doctor said bed rest till the baby is here so that’s what I’m doing…making her rest…in the bed.” “You don’t even have anything for her to read…or her doodle sketch pad? What the hell you have it on the educational channel…Steve come on dude no wonder she’s on the verge of tears.” “I thought she was supposed to like sleep? You know she falls asleep to the reading rainbow faster than anything.” “It’s called bed rest because she supposed to just stay in bed not because she’s supposed to sleep till the baby is born…god you’re so lucky you’re nice to look at Harrington.” “Thanks?…” “He’s torturing me Eddie please let me leave the bed I just wanna take a walk around the neighborhood.” “Sorry princess…but don’t worry I’ll get you some stuff to keep you entertained…maybe after dinner we can cuddle and watch a movie? How does that sound?” “Am I invited to this movie and cuddle party?” “That’s up to her…” “yes…you can come to our cuddle and movie party Steve.”

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[v8mpstamp]

Picnic date with Steve Harrington

Pairings: Steve Harrington X Fem Reader

Word count: 1k

Warnings: MNDNI 18+, light fluff, smut, fingering (F reviving), unprotected P in V sex, public sex kinda

Summary: You and Steve go on a picnic date at lovers lake, Steve can’t seem to keep his hands off of you and you end up doing the deed.

Master list:

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Steve and you had been planning a romantic picnic for weeks. You had scouted out the perfect location - a quiet meadow overlooking lovers lake somewhere no one where to ever find you- and had spent hours preparing the perfect menu of sandwiches, fruit, and cheese, along with a couple bottles of wine stolen from steve’s parents.

You spread out the blanket while Steve carry’s the food, he can’t help but stare at you, admiring the way your hands moved gracefully as you smoothed the fabric of the picnic blanket down, your new white floral sundress hiking up your thighs a bit. He can’t help but notice how beautiful you look right now, the way the light caught your hair, the way your dress clung to your curves in all the right places. You stand up grabbing the basket from him and begin unpacking the food.

Noticing his hungry stare you laugh. "What's got you so distracted huh?"

Steve shook his head, smiling. "Just admiring the view”, he says as he starts helping you unpack the food. Placing down a bottle of wine you blush and playfully nudged him. "Well, keep your eyes on the food for now. We can enjoy the view later."

The date is followed by many of your giggles from Steve tickling you, or from you seeing how many grapes you can stuff in Steve’s mouth. Randomly feeling the warmth of Steve’s hand over different parts of your body, you can’t help but to love how extra touchy he’s being today.

Finishing up the food, packing it all away you find your back to the blanket and Steve hovering over you passionately kissing your lips, the sky’s colors changing around you as the sun begins to set. Steve caresses your hair, trailing his hands over every inch of your body, captivated by you, soaking up every inch of you.

You pull him closer deepening the kiss and running your hands through his hair, as your other hand trails down his back.

Steve groaned in response, loving the feeling of your hands on him, feeling just how much you want him, moving his lips from yours he brings them down to your neck nibbling and sucking on your sensitive skin, you moan, arching your back giving him more access, he places even more kisses down your neck.

The sun had set completely now and the only sounds were your guys heavy breathing, Steve whispering how beautiful you look and other praises and the occasional rustling of leaves and wind. You were both lost in your own world wrapped up in each other like nothing else mattered.

Steve’s hands find the bottom of your dress and he bunches it up to your belly exposing your underwear, you feel his cold finger grace over your panties, moaning into him kissing his lips. He completely removes your panties throwing them to the side before sliding his finger over your wet cunt, circling your clit; catching all your moans with his mouth. His free hand finds your tits and he massages them through your dress, feeling your nipples harden under the fabric, his cock grows hard in his jeans as he sticks one finger in your hole, pumping in and out before adding another finger quickening his pace.

“Steve” you moan “need you now” you say.

“I know I know, want you too” Steve grunts pumping his fingers fast “need you” Steve says as he rubs your clit earning a moan from you, kissing down your neck. He pulls his fingers out of you, you suddenly feel the absence of him, along with the cool night air against your heat making you want him even more.

Before you know it his belt is to the side and his jeans are down, his cock leaking pre-cum at your entrance, you wrap your arms around his neck, spreading your legs as he slowly pushes his tip into you, both of you moaning in synch. He pushes more of himself into you, feeling you squeeze around him, kissing all over your face giving you time to adjust to his size. He pushes fully inside of you and begins to pump in and out slowly.

“That okay?” He asks as he stretches you, checking in on you.

A simple nod from you is all he needs before he quickens his pace.

Steve’s hand finds yours and he grabs onto it squeezing hard as he fucks into you “god you feel so good” he mumbles against your ear sending shivers down your spine. “This dress” he says pumping in and out of you “I like it” he adds, hands wondering your body, his fingers find your clit and he begins rubbing it, earning moans from you, your hand wondering down your breast and grazes Steve’s chest as you rub your hand all over him, fingers flowing through his hair, tugging slightly.

“Steve- I-I’m so close” you manage to let out with heavy breaths, “good, cum with me yeah?” he requests, before you can reply you are already a moaning mess as your reach your orgasm, feeling his cock slip out and his warm cum shoot out onto your stomach, mixing with the cold air giving you goose bumps. Steve heavily pants over you, swallowing your mouth as he comes down from his orgasm. He slips on his jeans real quick grabbing a napkin from the basket and wiping up his mess he made on you, once clean pulling your dress over to cover you “wouldn’t wanna ruin this pretty dress would we?” he says kissing you.

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[mess-in-side]

I hate so much that I discovered all my kink by reading fanfiction instead of really having sex.

Thats not fair

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[ghostlyfleur]

whining and crying while steve fucks you into the mattress that you’re gonna make a mess and he’s like “fuck- it’s okay, daddy will clean it up, don’t worry” in between grunts. so then you stop caring that your cunt is a sopping mess and your dripping all over yourself and the bed. so then he cleans you up and the bed afterwards because he’s daddy 🥰

f u c k

steve harrington is such a daddy.

he makes you feel so fucking good and i always headcannon steve and his gf to have dacryphilia involved in their sex life, so it’s perfect that stevie’s angel is such a crybaby!

steve loves how teary eyed you get when he’s fucking you into the mattress, how whiny and pouty and subby you get for him, so dumb on his cock at times that the only thing you can moan and mumble is “daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy” and it drives steve crazy …….

especially once he figures out just how much you love to be smothered, completely crushed, absolutely smushed under his weight— you’ll wrap your legs around his waist and pull him on top of you with little “no, no, no”’s if he pulls the slightest bit of his weight off of you, starting to cry and grabbing at his shoulders and arms desperately to pull him back, begging him to pin you down, to press closer *drools*

but one thing about steve is that he likes it messy — spit, drool, cum, def lots of cum play, all of it — loves it when he’s fucking you so deep and so hard you go quiet and limp and start drooling… loves leaving bite marks and hickeys all over you, marking you up everywhere he can no matter how visible it is afterwards because he knows you wear his marks with such obvious pride just like he does yours… loves to lick you all over, especially on your neck and tits just to see the full body shivers going down your spine… loves it when your cunt is messy with a mix of both yours and his cum that he keeps fucking deeper into you, pretty much fucking overflowing your pussy so much it starts to spill out of you and all over the bed, all over his thighs, down your ass, making the most lewd wet noises… *sighs*

and at first you get so. fucking. embarrassed. you’re making such a mess and you can’t stop it, your eyes go teary and wide with humiliation and “‘m sorry, stevie, sorry, it just feels s’good” and you try to move away from him in a haste, all upset at being a bad girl and making a mess when your perfect daddy is just trying to make you feel good, to spoil you, and you immediately think of getting up to clean up the bed for him so maybe he won’t be upset and you can be his good girl again but as if he was reading your mind he stops you, won’t let you pull away, stays inside you, and grips your chin to make you look at him

“you’re okay, angel, it’s okay. make a mess, show me how good it feels, daddy will clean it up later, you’re still my good girl”

so you get all flustered and pouty and you furrow your brows that cute way you do that steve loves when you’re trying to be all serious and whisper a little “promise?” because you can’t handle not being his good girl and steve is losing his mind, there’s no way he didn’t dream you up “promise, my angel, you’re daddy’s perfect girl, love it when you’re messy for me” i- 😵‍💫

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[mimixmunson]

Steve wears one of Eddie’s guitar picks as a necklace 24/7. No matter what. Even if it doesn’t go with his outfit, even if he’s going to a funeral. The orange pick will always be round his neck. Eddie fiddles with it when they’re laying together in the evening. It’s like a little promise ring for him.

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