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harringtons-cupid · 1 year

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okay babe could you write something about Steve and Billy trying to get your attention at a party and they’re like fighting over who’s going to take you home but you end up going home with Eddie instead??

Oh gosh, Im sorry this took a while but here it is Angel <3 I hope you like it ❤️, I changed it slightly so 🤞🏻

Warnings 18+: Blowjob, clit play, unprotected sex, dirty talk, spanking, head pushing - moan suppressing. Alcohol misuse and drug misuse.

You were nervous, checking your appearance over and over in the mirror.

All the boys who wanted you would be there, including Eddie Munson. The boy you had been crushing on since forever, you had been flirting on and off with both Steve and Billy but Eddie.

You wanted to impress him, packing some cigarettes in your bag with a small bottle of vodka and placed your heels on your feet.

Clearing your throat to steady your nerves, as you walk up the drive to the party. It already seemed to have started when you opened the door, an arm sliding around your shoulders and leads you towards the kitchen.

Billy was chatting seductively in your ear as his arm hung off you, pouring you a strong drink before passing it to you with a smile.

You chuckled nervously, letting him take you into the living room where a group of people stood talking. He dropped his arm just in time for Steve to approach you, those silly sunglasses covering his eyes as he stood next to you.

“Hey, you’re looking incredible tonight” his voice was smooth and silky, his sunglasses were raised above his head so he could stare into your eyes.

If Eddie hadn’t had walked in right then, you would have melted by Steve’s charms. Eddie’s body language suggested he didn’t want to be here, stomping over to the armchair in the corner.

You smiled softly as he looked at you, admiring your body and looking away when he saw Steve glaring at him.

“Uh, I think I’m going to get some fresh air” you loudly exclaimed into the room, knocking Steve’s arm from around you.

Your eyes met Eddie’s with a wink before leaving the room, pushing past waves of people until the cool air hit you. Routing around your bag for your cigarettes, beginning to lit one when it was knocked out your hand.

“Don’t smoke that, it’ll kill you” came the voice, dark and mysterious.

You had spoken to Eddie a few times but never in such a secluded space, your body was excited but nervous as he stood in front of you.

Dropping the cigarette from your mouth, he replaced it with a blunt before flickering the lighter in front of you. Watching you take in the blunt, his dark eyes followed you.

Your nerves began to disappear with every exhale of the blunt, your eyes focusing on Eddie as you passed it back and forth.

When you reentered the living room, Steve and Billy were a lot drunker than when you left. Rolling your eyes, you took a seat on the empty sofa. Their eyes diverted to you, talking rapidly between themselves, you realised that they were talking about you.

Chuckling to yourself lightly, your friends hovered above you and dragged you onto the makeshift dance floor. Steve and Billy were still discussing you, Eddie had disappeared outside for another smoke.

You danced until you felt your legs could drop off, your eyes found Eddie's as he watched you. His head tilting off to upstairs, indicating that you follow him. You waited a few seconds, until he had disappeared before rushing up stairs after him.

He was lying on a double bed, staring at the door. The music was quieter as you crawled onto the bed next to him. Within seconds, his lips were on yours. They were soft and plump, his hands were careassing your body undoing the straps of your dress.

Letting it fall off your body, his fingers traced your skin making you shiver. The mixture of weed and alcohol made you feel hazy, your nervousness disappeared as Eddie’s lips pressed into yours.

Moaning as you slowly grinded against his crotch, his bulge grew with every movement. His hands fumbling at his belt button until his jeans slipped down his ankles, exposing his hard cock through his boxers.

You groaned as you moved yourself to be face to face with throbbing cock, pulling it down with your fingers as took his length in your mouth. His hand snaked it’s way between your thighs, playing with your clit as your head bobbed vigorously.

Sloppily sucking on his tip, your moans vibrated across his cock. It twitched several times in your mouth, your clit throbbing against his fingers as he rubbed harder and harder.

Gasping against him as you felt yourself cum, coating his fingers. He didn’t stop until you were trying to get him to stop, he removed his fingers and thrusted his cock deeper into your mouth, sucking slowly on your fingers. Getting every ounce of cum off them with a smirk.

Right as he was about to cum, he shuddered.

“Get up here, I don’t want to cum just yet baby” his voice was scattered as he breathed through his almost orgasm.

You nodded, positioning yourself above his cock before sliding down. Gasping against as he filled up your walls, humming desperately as he moved you with his arms. Thrusting underneath you, his hands holding onto your cheeks for support.

Whining loudly into the room as you took him all inside you, hitting your soft spot over and over. Your clit grinding hard onto his pelvic bone, your lip red from your teeth.

“Now, you gotta be quiet. We don’t want them to hear how deep you have my cock. Huh? How well you’re taking me?” He moaned, maintaining eye contact as he spoke.

You nodded, biting your harder. Trying to suppress your moans but as he changed his pace, thrusting slow and hard. You couldn’t help yourself, letting out the loudest moans.

His hands raised up and spanked your cheeks until they were red and stinging. Making you moan louder with every spank, he seemed to be getting annoyed with you.

“Right, get off. I want you to lie with your ass in the air, since you won’t obey me” he growled, watching you listen to his instructions.

Wiggling your ass in the arm and smirking at him, he spanked your cheeks hard before pushing your face deep into the mattress. Feeling him slide inside you, making you moan loudly.

With every moan, your head would be pushed further into the mattress. Until they were muffled, your body moving with his. The bed shook violently as he pounded hard into your dripping wet cunt.

“See, this is what happens when you obey me. Look at you being a good girl and taking my cock�� he groaned, his cock twitching inside you.

Your skin slapping hard together, the sounds of his grunting and the bed creaking hard against the wall. Your body twitched as you felt yourself be fucked through your second orgasm of the night.

Eddie smirked as you coated his cock with your cum, he released your head from the mattress as he slowed down his movement. His cock twitching inside you, his top hitting your warm cum coated walls as he groaned. He felt himself twitch, gripping onto your skin for support as he felt himself cum.

Sliding out of you, your mouth was open as he pumped his hot load onto your tongue. Keeping eye contact with you as you swallowed, taking his cock in your mouth and licking every bit of his cum off with a smile.

His hands pulled you closer to him, his lips were wet and soft as he kissed you. Your hands tangled in his sweaty hair, smiling and gasping breathlessly on his lips. Before collapsing onto the bed, you both stayed there for a second staring at the ceiling grinning.

You got changed first, leaving him with a wink. Smiling to yourself as you wandered downstairs, back into the party. Where Steve and Billy were ridiculously drunk, someone was mumbling at them. Their eyes met yours, blushing as you assumed they had heard about you and Eddie.

Watching as they rushed over, drunk and jealous.

“So is it true? You slept with him” Steve’s voice was full of hurt and jealously, looking at you with puppy dog eyes. Clutching onto his beer as you nodded.

Billy sighed and lead Steve away, eyeing you up and down before turning his head. You felt weird by their encounter, watching as they began to wind themselves up about you. Just as Eddie reached the bottom of the stairs, you saw Steve lunge towards you both.

Eddie’s arm was firmly on yours as he pulled you outside, rushing you as Steve mumbled words at the front door after you both. Running with Eddie’s hands in yours until you reached his van, it was silent on the drive home.

You wanted to ask Eddie a lot of things but as you sat in your driveway. All you could say was,

“Did you want to come in?” Smiling at him, your legs spread slightly.

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thorfemmes · 1 year

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Now in Technicolor

part ii: "I found I could say things with color that I couldn't say any other way"

a/n: Surprise, I'm alive! This update has been a long time coming. I posted part one back in January, and then hit writer's block, and then my semester started, and then time just slipped away. but I'm on summer break so hopefully I should be able to write more! My ask box is always open for requests, headcannons, or just some fun chats about our favorite characters. I hope you enjoy!

read part i here

as always, reblogs, likes, and feedback are greatly appreciated!

Rated 18+: fem!reader x steddie, possible smut in the future, slight suggestive language (literally barely there), anxiety, brief mentions of nail biting and skin picking as nervous habits

Word Count: 2,667 words

When Steve woke up that Sunday morning he hadn't expected much. He had been called in to cover a shift last minute so he was dragging his feet all morning, upset that he had to miss out on breakfast with Robin and her new friend.

He quietly shrugged on the starchy green vest and crawled over his side of the bed to kiss Eddie goodbye.

Eddie groaned. "D'ya have to go? You weren't supposed to be scheduled," Eddie mumbled into his pillow, not opening his eyes.

Steve smiled softly. "I have to, baby. I called out last week so this shift will ensure a full paycheck for me".

"It's not my fault you called out".

"Oh definitely not. It's never your fault when you want to spend the day in bed".

Eddie opened one eye and smirked at Steve. "You weren't complaining when I fu-".

"Okay Eddie! I've gotta go, handsome. I'll see you this afternoon, yeah?"

"Of course. Bring home the bacon, babe!"

When Steve got off of work, he hadn't expected much. He stopped by Eddie's favorite Chinese restaurant and picked up food for an early dinner. Some Jade beef with extra steamed rice and a couple new movies sounded like a perfect night in for them.

When he got home, the front porch light wasn't on but Eddie's van was parked in the driveway.

"Hey Eds? I'm home," He shrugged off the vest and threw his keys in the dish on the front table. He walked into the kitchen and set the food on the counter. "Eddie?"

He heard a grunt come from the living room. He found Eddie sitting on the couch, his face in his hands and his leg bouncing up and down. Steve kneeled down in front of him and slowly rested his hands on Eddie's leg.

"What's wrong, Eddie?"

Eddie looked at Steve, eyes wide with stress. "I went to breakfast with Robin and Nancy this morning," Steve nodded. "And I met their new friend, Y/N. When we met, color flooded the rest of my vision".

Steve took a deep breath. "Okay..."

"I'm just… not sure what to do. I gave her my phone number so we could talk, but I wanted to talk to you. What does this mean for us?"

Steve glanced over Eddie's face. His eyes were glassy and his bottom lip was chewed raw. "Baby we've talked about this, it was bound to happen to one of us. Nothing is going to change unless all of us want it to. I still love you, do you still love me?"

Eddie's eyebrows furrowed. "Of course! It's just that, what if she's not your missing soulmate? Or what if she doesn't want me in her life since we're already together?"

"Then we'll cross that bridge when we get to it. Did she say anything about us when you brought it up?"

Eddie shook his head. "No, not really. But she was cool with Robin and Nancy so I'm assuming she's cool with us. It's just different, obviously".

"Obviously," Steve smiled softly. "Let's just give her some time to settle. We can't worry about something that hasn't happened yet. You just met her today, I haven't even met her yet. Let's just relax and eat the Chinese food that I brought home before it gets cold. Whatever happens is meant to happen, it's out of our control now".

Eddie took a deep breath to steady himself. "Okay Stevie, it's your turn to pick the movie tonight". Steve reached up and gave him a quick kiss before heading to the kitchen.

Across town, Y/N was eerily quiet. She had been since breakfast. Rather than heading home, she headed for the nearest Goodwill and went straight to the book section. Scanning the shelves, she came across a book meant for newly found soulmates. One that could help her identify the colors around her. She quickly picked up the book, along with one on color theory (though truth be told she had no idea what that meant) and went to the register, thankful that it was a bored teenager ringing her up rather than a chatty old lady that would no doubt question her purchases.

She drove home, probably faster than she should have. She quickly ran into her apartment, locking the door behind her. She scanned her living room, now blotched with color. Various unnamed shades poked through her vision, overwhelming her. She wasn't sure if it was the colors that were overstimulating her, or the newfound knowledge that she had more than one soulmate wandering the earth. For most people, finally finding a soulmate was easy. You meet, you get to know each other, you fall in love, the end. What was she supposed to do with a soulmate that was already in love with someone else, with his soulmate. A soulmate that wasn't her. All of this made her head pound. She threw the book on the couch and made her way to the kitchen. She rummaged through her cabinets until she found some ibuprofen. A nap and a handful of Advil will do her some good.

Eddie hadn't heard from Y/N in almost two weeks. He had gone back and forth debating whether he should ask Robin for her phone number, but ultimately decided not to. It was up to her to reach out to him, and in her own time. Though truth be told life carried on as normal. Steve continued to complain about the middle schoolers trying to sneak rated R movies out of the store, Eddie continued to bar back at a local restaurant, and the two boys continued to build their lives together. The only thing that has changed is Eddie's ability to fully see color. He could tell Steve what matched and what didn't. He encouraged him to wear more yellows and browns that looked great with his slight tan and rosy cheeks. He also stopped Steve from wearing that god awful orange polo shirt with the green vest because c'mon Stevie, you have to know what an eyesore that is, even with your limited colored vision.

When she finally did call, Eddie wasn't home. Steve was getting out of the shower that evening, greeted by the shrill rings of their telephone. Sitting down on the bed still in his towel, he answered with a simple hello?

"Hi, is Eddie there?" A soft voice came through the phone.

"No he's not, may I ask who's calling?"

"Oh! Um, it's Y/N".

Steve stood up a little straighter. "Hey Y/N, it's Steve". The other end went silent. "Hello?"

She cleared her throat. "Hey, yeah. I'm sorry. I wasn't expecting you to pick up, but now that I'm thinking about it, it makes perfect sense. Of course you guys live together, you're soulmates, why wouldn't you? I'm sorry, I shouldn't have called. Please tell Eddie I won't bug him again, I-"

"Hey, hey slow down. You're perfectly fine, there's no reason to worry. Eddie's just at work, but I can tell him you called?"

She nodded, "Yeah, that would be great. Thank you".

"Of course. And hey, Y/N? I meant what I said, there's nothing to worry about. We're both excited to get to know you -if that's what you want".

"Thank you, I appreciate it. Let me give you my number".

After the phone call with her, Steve called Eddie at work.

"Hey baby, is something wrong?" Eddie was a bit worried. The last and only time Steve had called him at work was to let him know that he wouldn't be home for dinner because he was in the ER with Lucas who had a broken nose after a basketball incident.

"Yeah everything's okay. I just wanted to let you know that Y/N called. I'm not sure when you'll be home, so I wanted to let you know before I head to bed".

Eddie let out a slow breath. "Okay, thank you for letting me know. Sleep well, Stevie".

It was well past midnight when Eddie got home. He quietly meandered around the house, peeking through the pantry and fridge for a late night snack. He grabbed the quart of juice from the fridge and drank straight from the carton, something Steve would've chided him for. Nothing they had in the house sounded all that appealing to him, but his attention was quickly drawn away from eating by an empty envelope with Steve's chicken scratch on it.

Y/N's phone number, it read. Give her a call when you're ready, she's just as nervous as you. Xoxo.

Eddie let out a small laugh at the sign off. The microwave read 1:37 am, surely it was too late to call her? Something urged him to though, a small voice in the back of his head inviting him to the telephone in their living room. He sat down on the arm of the couch and pressed her number into the dial pad. Eddie immediately regretted the decision until she picked up after two rings.

"Hello?" She sounded almost hesitant, wondering who on earth was calling at this hour.

"H-hey," He cleared his throat. "Hey, it's Eddie".

"Hey Eddie," She whispered.

"How are you doing?" He cringed inwardly. Was he supposed to make small talk or cut to the chase?

She huffed out a small laugh, "I'm doing well, you?"

"I'm doing well," He paused. "This is awkward, right? It's not just me?"

"It's a little awkward, yeah. Um, what are you doing up so late?"

"I just got off work, I hope I didn't wake you up or anything".

She shook her head in response. "No, don't even worry about it. I couldn't sleep anyways. What do you do for work?"

"I bar back at Paolo's down on 10th street".

"Oh! I've been meaning to try that place. Is the food any good? I know there's a town-wide debate on whether Enzo's or Paolo's is better".

Eddie smiled again. "The food’s really good, but I may be biased. Enzo's was a little too stuffy for me. They wanted me to cut my hair and cover up my tattoos even though I work in the back of the house".

"Yeah, that sucks. I'm glad you found a place that works for you".

A minute passed by before either person talked.

"So I-".

"I think-"

They fumbled over each other's words.

"You first," Eddie said.

"I've been thinking, and I'd like to get to know you a little better. And Steve if he's comfortable with it. I'd like to have my soulmate -or one of them, I guess -be a part of my life".

Eddie sat up a little straighter on the air chair. "I'd like that, I'd like that a lot. Steve and I are both off on Thursday if you'd like to meet then? Just something easy like over coffee".

"Something easy, I'd like that. I get out of class around 2:00 pm, so maybe we could meet at 3:00 pm? I go to school outside of Hawkins so it'll give me time to drive over to you guys".

"Sounds perfect, sweetheart".

Eddie was going to have a heart attack. His anxiety was bouncing off the walls leading up to his meeting with Y/N. What does one wear to introduce one of your soulmates to your other soulmate? What if your soulmates hate each other? What if Steve isn't her missing soulmate? The mental gymnastics of even processing that he has to introduce two separate soulmates to each other was exhausting. Before it was all hypothetical; He didn't know if she wanted to be in his life, in fact he had assumed not since he hadn't heard from her. But now? Now Eddie had to face reality and jump over this hurdle.

Steve, on the other hand, was calm and collected. Almost too calm for Eddie's liking. He just went about his day normally. Sat and drank his coffee and watched the morning news. He got dressed without a second thought. He was eerily calm. Even on the drive to the coffee shop, Steve calmly drove with a supportive hand on Eddie's thigh. Meanwhile, Eddie was biting his nails down to the quick.

Across town, Y/N had already arrived. She bolted out of class and ended up getting there 20 minutes early. She saved a table near the back of the cafe. She debated whether she should order or wait for the boys, but ultimately decided to wait. To be completely honest, Y/N had no idea how she was going to stomach a drink during this meeting. She didn't know if she was more anxious about seeing Eddie again or meeting Steve. Selfishly, she hoped Steve was her other soulmate. It would make everyone's life easier. And if he wasn’t her other soulmate? Well, that’s a whole separate shitstorm to navigate. Let’s not get caught up on that right now. You have enough stress bottled up as is. Any more might shatter the glass.

She was jolted from her racing thoughts by the bell on the cafe’s door ringing out. She looked up and saw Eddie holding open the door for another man. A slightly shorter, more muscular man that was just as handsome as Eddie.

She quickly waved them over and stood up to greet them. “Hey Eddie, it’s nice to see you again”.

Eddie offered a soft smile. “Yeah, same. This is Steve. Steve, this is Y/N”.

She offered a small wave, too nervous to shake his hand and confirm their soulmate status so early in their meeting. Steve understood, keeping his hands tucked into the back pockets of his jeans. “It’s nice to finally meet you, Y/N”.

“Cool,” Eddie cleared his throat. “So, I’m going to go order for us. Y/N, do you want anything?”

“Oh, it’s okay! I can go with and order”.

“Please, I insist”.

She looked into his soft eyes, getting nothing but kindness back from him. Chancing a glance at Steve, she received the same look of patience and kindness from the man. She nodded and told him her order.

With Eddie standing in a line across the room, there was no longer a buffer between Steve and Y/N. Steve quietly motioned back to the table. They sat down, an intimidating silence fell over them. She picked at the skin around her thumbnail while Steve’s leg bounced -both of them filled with nerves. It was Steve who finally broke the silence.

“So, uh,” He started. She quickly looked up at him, giving her full attention. “Robin and Eddie tell me that you’re in school? Well, mostly Robin, but yeah”.

She nodded with a soft smile. “Yeah I am. I’m almost done, thankfully”.

“Cool, cool”. Another silence fell over them.

“H-how,” She cleared her throat, when did it get so dry? “How did you and Eddie meet?”

“Technically, through mutual friends. We had crossed paths in high school, but we really didn’t talk to each other until after I graduated. I was kind of a dick in high school, so we wouldn’t have gotten along much anyway”.

“The universe has a weird way of doing that. Throwing people into our lives when we least expect it”.

Steve smiled. “Yeah, yeah it does”.

The rest of their coffee date went rather smoothly. Y/N learned a lot about Steve and Eddie, and vice versa. She learned about Eddie's uncle, Wayne, who raised him as his own from a young age; and, that he had an affinity for thrash metal -especially Metallica and Anthrax -fantasy books, and DnD. She learned about Steve's upbringing and that while his parents were in his life, they were never truly involved or all that interested in actually being a parent. Steve's music taste varied, loving anything from the Beastie Boys to Simple Minds to Bruce Springsteen; and, while he would never openly admit it to anyone else, he secretly loved Tiffany's music. They learned about your family and your relationship with them. They thought it was interesting that you chose Hawkins of all places to settle down for college. Your music taste was also eclectic, but Eddie continually teased you about liking Madonna (Steve had to hold his tongue from calling Eddie out on loving "Vogue" and her Like a Prayer album). When it was finally time for them to part, Eddie offered a small hug, to which Y/N softly accepted. When they separated, she turned and offered a shaky hand out to Steve. He took a deep breath and shook her hand.

Time seemed to stand still again. Color flooded the rest of their vision. What was once murky grays and blobs of pigment quickly became a full painting with every shade imaginable.

Eddie looked at the two of you, hope sparkling in his eyes. “Well?”

Y/N and Steve shared a grin.

“Well, life just got a whole lot easier for the three of us”.

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sayoneee · 2 years

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☆ LOVIN' FEELIN'

steve harrington can never fail to get under your skin. sometimes, he even crosses the line, but how is he able to win you back? (1.1k)

contains: steve harrington x fem! reader. top gun (1986) references. tom cruise mention. set post s3 / s4, no s4 spoilers besides (1) vecna mention. cheesiness overload.

kashaf's note: first time writing for stranger things!! english isnt my first language pls keep that in mind

“FUCK OFF,” you hissed at your long-time best friend, steve harrington, watching as the nonchalant smile across his face flickered.

you were fuming. at steve harrington, at his stupid hair and his stupid face. it was halloween, the two of you were at a party, and you had arrived with robin, who had blown you off as soon as she had caught sight of vickie standing in the corner with a red solo cup in her hand.

you were dressed as sloane peterson, from ferris bueller’s day off; robin was dressed as… well, you weren’t quite sure, and it was too late to ask anyway. steve, of course, had gone as maverick from top gun – you weren’t the least bit surprised when he had shown up at your door earlier that night with the iconic aviator glasses on, and the jacket. god, you had to admit he did look heavenly with the glasses and jacket. his obsession with maverick stemmed from when the entire gang had seen it in theaters on a friday afternoon. after all the vecna business, you were in a dire need of a well-deserved break.

top gun had become a life-changing moment for you and steve; the two of you walked out of the theater as two completely different people. or, at least, that’s what you liked to think. in all honesty, nothing had changed apart from your newfound obsession with iceman (val kilmer), and steve’s raging obsession with tom cruise.

steve had protested going to a party for halloween, citing the fact he was “too mature now” to participate in the activities of highschoolers. you had snorted and dragged him with you; after all, one party couldn’t hurt, could it? you weren’t even sure who threw the party – it was the least of your concerns – but after not seeing anyone from hawkins high, you concluded it was probably a college kid who stuck around. you just wanted to have some fun, and the pounding music in the background fit the sweaty atmosphere.

you glared at steve as he stretched a hand out to you from the midst of other people sloppily dancing to the blaring music, acting as if he didn’t do anything wrong. he yanked his hand back, confusion painting his features, “what’d i do this time?”

the question angered you further, how could he not know what he did? his nonchalant demeanor painted the entire incident as a minor inconvenience. “figure it out.”

you couldn’t tell what he was thinking, the aviators successfully shielded his eyes and you guessed it was apprehension that appeared on his face. you turned away from him, directing your attention toward the table behind you, carrying the giant punch bowl, and began to pour some out in an empty solo cup.

behind you, corey hart’s voice suddenly halted in the middle of “sunglasses at night” – you whirled around to find the source, only to see steve standing with a microphone (how he found it, you weren’t sure) and a hand pointing at you. you stared at him in disbelief. there was no way.

“you never close your eyes anymore, when i kiss your lips,” he sang, slightly off-beat, dragging the syllables of “lips” out. taking a sip of your drink, you hid your amusement and the slight turning up of the corner of your lips, you watched him take a few steps toward you until you were within a foot of each other, and he began to snap his fingers as robin sang the next verse. the last you knew, she was talking to vickie, so how she ended up playing wingwoman for steve was a mystery. “and there’s no tenderness like before in your fingertiiips.”

you snorted when steve continued, leaning toward you, his aviator glasses sliding slightly down his nose – enough for you to make eye contact. you tried to avert your gaze as heat rose to your cheeks, shaking your head as onlookers began to crowd around steve and robin.

“you’re trying hard not to show it,” steve paused briefly, breaking the eye contact previously held between the two of you, glancing around at the crowd formed around you, made up of your old highschool friends and acquaintances.

after the momentary silence, in which you could all hear the crickets chirping outside into the late night, the entire crowd of sweaty party-goers joined steve, “but baby, baby i know it.”

god, you were already feeling the start of a migraine as everyone began screaming their hearts out, “YOU’VE LOST THAT LOVIN’ FEELIN’.”

against your personal desire, and self control, you let out a small laugh at steve’s childish antics, “sit down,” quoting charlie from the movie. he bowed to the crowd before joining you.

“you’re an attention whore, you know that?” you aimed the rhetorical question at him, as he leaned against the table, suffocatingly close to you – you could feel the heat of his shoulder when it brushed against yours, as he reached behind you. you kept your gaze trained on the people in front of you finishing the rendition of “you’ve lost that lovin’ feelin’”, ignoring steve’s eyes on you.

“all attention is good attention,” he laughed. you smiled, shoving him, ignoring the tingling feeling rising in the pit of your stomach from the brief contact. you put your cup down behind you.

“you’ll have girls linin’ up just for you to serenade them now,” you teased him, avoiding the feelings arising within you at the thought of steve with someone that wasn’t you. you had been in love with him since the end of your junior year (his senior year) even though he was with nancy at the time, and it had broken your heart to see them together. “you’re back in business, steve.”

steve merely smiled, uncharacteristically taking a long sip of his drink, putting the cup down, and avoiding your stare as silence settled like an uninvited guest. “but did it work on you though?”

your eyes widened and you met steve’s gaze head on, he had taken the aviator glasses off and tucked them in his jacket and the intent look behind his eyes drew you in. you understood what he was trying to say, and you began to nervously play with the long silver earrings you had put on to better resemble sloane from ferris bueller's day off.

in that moment, your previous anger had dissipated as quickly as it came as you looked at steve harrington, your best friend your entire life, the boy you had liked since your junior year, who had been there for you through thick and thin. a soft “yes” left you as you leaned forward, grabbed the collar of his jacket, and pulled him into a kiss.

you pulled away from him, smiling as you attempt to be stern, “don’t think i haven’t forgotten about you stealing my candy, by the way.”

“that’s what you’re upset about?” steve stared at you in disbelief.

you laughed at his facial expression, “you can find a way to make it up to me y’know?”

he grabbed your hand, and “don’t you forget about me” began to drown out all other noise and the two of you made your exit from the party.

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lemon-boy-stan · 2 years

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“RIPTIDE”

pairing: steve harrington x reader. genre: angst, fluff. summary: yn follows steve into lover’s lake. steve gets angry at her and loses his shit. warnings: st s4 v1 spoilers. swearing. reader kind of hates nancy. a/n: the reader may hate nancy but pls i love her so much i wanna marry her!!

Eddie's boat shook violently on Lover's Lake, but you didn't care. You saw the look on Steve's face, and panic began to settle in your mind.

"Don't be a fucking idiot," the words left your throat before you could filter them. "You're not going down there, you dumb fuck. Nope. Nope. No. No. Nope." and you shook your head.

Steve ignored you. "Okay. I'm gonna go down there, unless any of you guys were on the swim team or did lifeguard training. No arguing." Steve didn't even look at you before diving.

At first, all you did was stare: at the rippling water, the rippling water that was rippling because your best friend had dived in, making the water ripple.

And then you thought, that was a lot of rippling.

And then, fuck. He’s in there. How long’s it been? How long had it been until the water stopped rippling, until the water un-rippled, until it stilled? He was still in there, fuck. Steve was still in the water. He was still in the water! Fuck, fuck, fuck.

And you were positive that your friends thought that too. Eddie, because he looked nervous, or maybe because he was nervous about everything else. Robin, who turned to Nancy frantically, “hey, Nance. How long has he been in the water?” speaking your mind for you.

Nancy looked down at her watch, and although you didn’t like her, you thanked god that she had a watch. “Around a minute,” said Nancy calmly, "he’s only been in the water for a minute. He’ll be okay.” it sounded like she was trying to assure herself, and you remembered that you hated her.

You didn’t believe her, either. You didn’t believe her at all. Not just because you hated her. But because you knew Steve, and you knew how stupid he was. Hell, he was the dumbest fuck you’d met in your life. He couldn’t tell his ass from his head. There was a very, very high chance that Steve swam too low, went under for too long -

“Hey guys.” the water rippled again, louder than ever. The four of you in the boat jumped. Robin and Eddie swore loudly. But you didn’t say anything, running over towards the edge of the boat. If you said anything, you were afraid you might cry in front of stupid Nancy Drew.

Steve grinned, “I found the portal.” but it wasn’t like his words were announcing anything good. His words didn’t comfort you like they usually did. Now, they brought tears to your eyes, like they rarely did.

“Steve,” you put your hand on the edge of the boat to balance yourself, but Steve took your hand in his. For a while, it stopped shaking, and it was only the water that was rippling. Steve smiled gently, “hey. Hey, I’m okay. There’s nothing to worry about. I’m fine. Just stay here, okay? Stay here. I’ve found the portal, and now -”

But before he could finish, Steve fell. Something pulled him down, under the current, tearing him away from your grasp, tearing a scream from your mouth. It was like the horror and fear of loosing your best friend was prying your eyes open, filling them with tears as you stared at the again-rippling water.

Someone grabbed your shoulders. You screamed again, whipping your head around. "Let me go! Let me go!", but they Wouldn't let go. They only let go once you started breathing properly, once you realised who had grabbed your shoulders.

Nancy watched the water fervently. Fuck you, Nancy Wheeler, fuck you! "Y/N, we can't go in yet," said Robin, her voice only a little shaky, "We need to come up with a plan."

"Okay," you nodded slowly, "okay." you backed away, closer to the edge of the boat. "Alright, we'll come up with a plan." and you span, the fastest you'd ever spun on your heel, ripping off Steve's warm, denim jumper, ignoring the rest of your friends' cries, diving down into Lover's Lake.

It was dark and murky in the lake, though you weren't sure if it was the light or your eyes. You kicked hard against the water, pushing through the tide. You weren't going to let your clothes weigh you down, not if you were going to find Steve. You couldn't.

And that's when you saw it, beneath a bone pile of coral. A flashing red light, glowing blue at the edges. The portal.

You knew it was humanly impossible, but you swam harder, forcing your breath back inside your lungs. You kicked and kicked, like there was something chasing you, because, let's face it, there probably was.

But then your body began to give out. You could already feel the colour draining from your face. You weren't trained like Steve. There was no way you were going to make it. You were probably going to die in here.

And then you fell.

You fell down, or at least you thought you were falling down. You tumbled upwards, away from Lover's Lake, away from Eddie and Nancy and Robin and Steve, into... oh, fuck.

It was oblivion. Dark blue and blood red oblivion, lonely, silent, screaming Hawkins. And you were lost. Alone in it, the oblivion.

And that's when you heard it. His voice, confused, troubled, angry? "Y/N." your breath hitched in your throat. You turned around and ran over, but Steve didn't hug you. He didn't even smile. Instead, he threw his arms up in the air frustratedly....

"I told you to stay there!" the rage was laced into every syllable of every word. He flung his arms back down. "Dammit, Y/N!" his voice roared throughout the cavern. "Can't you just goddamn listen for once! Look, I get that you want to be feministic or whatever and I'm all for that, but this is LIFE OR DEATH!"

You whispered his name in an utmost level of quiet, "Steve." worried about the gashing cut on his chest. "Steve, you -" but he wasn't having it. He threw his arms up again, "Y/N, I don't care! I don't care that you wanted to be the hero, okay? Because what if -" and he drew a harsh, shaky breath, "what if you played the hero and you got yourself killed? What are you gonna say when you're dead and I don't have you anymore, when it's practically my fault that I don't have you anymore, because you were a dumb fuck and went and got yourself killed before I could ever say -"

But you didn't let him finish. As the invisible, normal, nonupsidedownian Hawkins water rippled around you, you knew you weren't ever going to let him finish, because you'd always know what he was going to say a million times before he said it. And you knew, right then and there, exactly what he was going to say in the heated anger of the moment. And you knew he would always and forever be yours.

Yours. Not Nancy's, not Robin's before he knew, not Katy's or Izzie's or Rebecca's or Olive's. He was yours now. Forever and always yours, as you knew you were his, and as he kissed you and then pulled away and said, "I love you," as he leaned forward again and kissed you a second time and when he pulled away again and said, "I'm sorry," the first time, you knew he was yours, even as Robin threw her arms up in the air.

"This is really great that you're finally together, but can we get going before we all end up dead?" and you still knew, as Steve pulled you close to him, placing a kiss softly on the top of your head. "Yeah," he gave a small nod, "come on. Let's go." you knew you would follow him anywhere, anywhere the tide brought you.

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aurumbelis · 1 year

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The one day that you decide to wear a skirt to school. This one day that he decides to finally sit in the same row as you. Because Steve was your friend, one of your closest friends in college actually, but he would never budge into sitting in the first row with you, his notebook filled with random scribbles and doodles that included some annotations actually related to the class. But there he was, pens sprawled all around an empty page on his notebook, eyes looking at the black board and head perked up as he seemed to be paying attention to what the professor had been explaining for thirty minutes now. Steve started copying some of what was already written, looking down, some strands of his hair falling on his face.

And you would usually pay attention to what was being talked in class, but this sudden change, and having Steve Harrington so close, did something to your attention span, that something being getting completely rid of it.

The last straw was then pulled when he started bouncing his leg up and down, frantically and absent-mindedly. A gasp got stuck in your throat as the subtle movement of the chair hit the area between your thighs. It was a faint vibration, but it was constant, and it went right through you. Your eyes stuck on him right now, the grip that his hand had on the pen he was writing with and the other hand resting on top of the table, close to your arm.

Steve didn’t stop, his attention was luckily nowhere near you that you know or at least it didn’t seem like it, his eyes flickering from the professor to his notes. And you shifted your legs, now crossing under the table doubling the sensation that his motions were causing you. Eyes closing for a moment, forgetting that you were in class, and indulging in those thoughts that were racing in the back of your mind.

“psst.”

Your head perked up at the sound coming from Steve, eyes open wide, as the vibration stopped.

“Is everything okay?” he asked turning his body to you. And your crossed legs shifted once more before answering, trying to relieve some of the pressure off your core.

You hummed as an affirmation, looking at him, your whole face red as your mind played those scenarios in which he would have slipped a hand under your skirt and he would have helped, and everything would actually be okay.

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wrenniebaby · 2 years

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THE CARDS NEVER LIE.

"you'll think you're in paradise" with steve pls bun bun <33

warnings. soft smut. awkward pre-sex talk. best friend! steve. way longer than I intended. p-in-v. no protection (wrap it before you tap it!), breeding.

nervously you ring your hands, you were sat in your best friend's, steve's, bedroom. your leg bounced up and down while awaiting an answer.

“so, you want me to take your virginity?” you have a quick nod, to steve's question. “well, I'm tired of having it, I just, I need to get rid of it. and I trust you, you're always good to me. and.....” you let yourself trail off for a second, trying to find the right words. “and from what I've heard, you're....well endowed.” steve couldn't help but lightly laugh at your choice of words.

your face burned with the power of a million suns, “steve!” you whined, puppy dog eyes meeting yours. “don’t make fun of me, this is hard and I'm trusting you.” he nodded, rubbing a hand gingerly down your back, trying to bring an ounce of comfort to this weird situation.

“okay, yeah, don't want you to lose it to some fuckwad, and then god knows what happening.” a bright smile met his awkward one, you pressed a quick chaste kiss to his check.

you wouldn't have it any other way, you knew steve would be gentle with you. he was always so careful with your feelings, and that's exactly why you wanted him to do this.

within a half hour, he was getting you more comfortable. you talked about “i‘m gonna kiss you, okay?” his brown eyes were darker than usual. his hand gently met your jaw, your eyes fluttered closed, your heart was in your thorat. you persisted pursing your lips and pushing them to steve's.

his mouth felt firm, yet soft as it met yours. you felt like putty in his hands, melting in moments. you wouldn't acknowledge right now, but it felt as if something had changed, like the pieces just fit together perfectly in this moment.

your mouths moved in sync, there was no biting, no clashing of teeth, no hurry. it was just you and steve, and getting lost in each other, the feel, the taste, the undeniable love that filled the air. he pulled back leaning his forehead against yours, allowing you this moment to take it a in.

he didn't want to scare you away, he wanted you comfortable. he didn't know how to deliver the words, but you knew you were safe in his arms.

“how’s it going to feel?” big eyes met his, and he knew he had to especially careful with you, a certain softness needing to be met. “you’ll think you're in paradise, it will hurt for a little bit I promise I'll make it worth your while.” you couldn't help but smile at his words, you knew he'd make this perfect for you.

he helped you take off your pants, leaving your shirt on for your comfort. “ready?” he asked, his face being slightly hidden from where it was perched between your legs. you nodded and braced yourself for what it would feel like.

his tongue circled around your clit slowly, your body jumping every few times from the stimulation. he lapped at your juices, even thrusting his tongue into you. you were a whining mess above him, your hand softly tucked into his chocolate tresses.

he kept reverting between the two making you come softly as he did so, slowly. he kisses up your body, leaving little nicks from his teeth. you watched as he aligned himself with you, being as thick as he was long, you worried for the pain.

he slowly slid into you, the stretch making you feel like you were sweating. he pressed soft kisses to your neck, nose and forehead, whispering sweet nothings to you. “it's okay, baby, I got you. it'll feel better soon, I promise.”

when he reached the hilt, he paused allowing you to fully adjust to his size, you leaned up pressing your lips to his allowing him to distract you with kisses as he moved, within mere moments you felt like were already going to come again.

your skin moved together, your sounds intermingled, you felt utterly connected to the man on top of you. you allowed your eyes to open to see god, himself, steve harrington’s moved in a perfect ‘o’ shape, his eyebrows cinched and you thought he looked completely angelic.

“fuck, can I come in you?” his voice was so deep, and tantalizing, you thought you'd probably let him do anything to do. luckily, you got on birth control when your period started because of your paranoid mother, so you weren't all that worried about it.

the question hung in the air for a moment because the shock just stunned you. “y-yeah, please do.” you were whining, the soles of your feet keeping him locked in, as you scratched your nails down his back from the stimulation. his fingers worked quick to rub your bud until you were close, panting and begging him to let you cum.

one long groan from steve, and the two of you were coming together, his seed filling you and making you feel so full.

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starryexposures · 2 years

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Finish What You Started

Summary: Steve pays you a visit to finish what you started. (Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader) - Established Relationship, Suggestive, 1.08K Words

A/N: I have been sick this past week and there just isn’t enough oneshots of Steve taking care of the reader, so I took it upon myself to write my own comfort drabble.

The TV buzzed its static in the background, ringing in your ears causing a dull ache in your head. Though the summer sun has caused a record breaking heatwave in Hawkins, you couldn’t help but shiver in your flannel pjs, bundled under your cotton blanket. As it turns out, spontaneously dipping in Lover’s Lake in the middle of the night was not the brightest decision you’ve ever made.

It had been the perfect night, the fireflies illuminated your steps as Steve guided you towards the lake. The warm wind teased the bottom of your skirt as the two of you got lost in your giggles and sense for mischief. Steve had set up a small picnic, plaid blanket decorated with daisies and liquid courage. The blanket felt soft under your hands as you leaned towards Steve, listening to his latest horror story from working at the Family Video store. His dramatic re-telling of Robin grumpily re-organizing the entire romance section, to combat the new wave of couples visiting the store during the afternoon, made you gleam as you reached for a drink.

After an endless chat about Dustin’s new DnD friends, the pep rally he wanted to take you to, and how he missed you so, it didn’t take long for Steve’s lips to find yours and for your hands to meet the sculpt of his chest. Your lips had tasted like beer. Your peach gloss mixed with the flavors of your lips as it smeared across Steve’s tongue, desperation dripping from his mouth. It’d only been a couple days since Steve last saw you, the busyness of your senior year and the school newspaper keeping you pre-occupied. His hands had felt so empty without them placed around your waist during those days, and Steve was eager to give them a reunion tour of the rest of your body.

The sounds of crickets played softly as the clouds began to turn into a painting of purple and pink hues. The grass tickled your feet as you kicked off your shoes stumbling closer to the shore. Like a sailor to a mermaid’s siren your boyfriend followed you into the lake, your skirt pooled above your hips giving him the perfect entry to place himself between your thighs. The two of you were half drenched, with your tops abandoned on the rocky tide. Your thighs latched onto Steve’s hips as he steadied the two of you, wading like a buoy. He started with your neck, placing opened mouthed kisses on its base and working his way up to nip your ear.

Your fingers found their way into Steve’s hair, leaning into him. As you wrapped your arms around his neck, a quick flash of light caught you frozen. “Steve,” you hissed, “Someone is here, we gotta go.” you claimed halting your movements, quickly dragging yourself to shore. The two of you ran to his car, bottoms wet and hands fumbling for your things. Steve kept a palm on the small of your back as he ushered you into the passenger side, the light getting stronger as Steve swerved out of the forest and back into the main town.

You beamed at the memory of your outstretched smiles and Steve’s laughter as the car sped through the streets, the scenery warping behind the car door windows. The wind had been welcomed that night, drying your lake soaked hair.

Presently though, that night’s wind was your downfall.

As it had turned out, the kids were behind that freight. The group of them had been exploring the forest that night and decided to give the pair of you a scare. Steve had thoroughly scolded them the morning after, his complaints being drowned out by the kids asking “What? Did we interrupt something?” and “Why were you topless if nothing was going on?” followed by taunting laughter. And to add salt to the wound, you had gotten sick that same morning.

The ring of your doorbell snapped you out of your cold medicine induced thoughts. You hear the call of your name followed by a couple hard knocks. With all the power you could muster in your voice you invited Steve in, not bothering to leave the comfort of your couch. The bob of his hair signaled his entrance as he shuffled his way through the kitchen and into the living room. Steve greeted you with a small smile, “Hey Sunshine,” he murmured, pressing a kiss into your forehead. “How are you holding up?”

You sighed in delight, snuggling into the warmth his hands gave to your cheeks, “I’ve been better.” Your joke made the boy frown as he continued to unload the packages of food, “What are you doing here? I thought you had a shift at Family Video.” It was your turn to frown as you watched Steve scoop you a serving of your favorite chicken noodle soup. You reached for the bowl, grateful for the sustenance, only to be met with the swat of your boyfriend’s hand.

Steve scooped a spoonful of soup bringing it to your mouth taking caution to blow on it before you engulfed the taste with a satisfied hum. He smiled at the way your nose crinkled in delight, thankful that Robin had offered to take over his shift “Clocked out early to see how you were doing.” He said simply, giving you another bite.

“Well aren’t you the sweetest,” you smiled finishing your meal and curling further into your blankets, “You’re the best boyfriend ever, Harrington.” you whispered, mind tired from your cold but meaning every word that you confessed.

Steve joined you under your cozy fort, bringing his lips carefully onto yours, “Only because you’re the best girlfriend in the world.”

You whined in protest, squirming to meet his eyes, “Steve, I’m going to get you sick.”

Your protest was silenced by another kiss on your mouth, this one feeling a little messier, a little dirtier. “Don’t care,” Steve reached a hand under your pajamas, finding your bare chest, “I’d like to finish what you started.” His thumb rolled over your bareness, earning a low moan from you. The moment stretched on for what seemed like hours, hands twisting against fabric, bodies smashing against each other on the confines of your couch.

The two of you found yourself in a very familiar situation again: tops off and bottoms hanging loose. Except this time, Steve had made sure that you two would be left alone.

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luveline · 3 months

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(𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞) 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 | 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧

Steve hears you wrong, thinks he’s your boyfriend, and begins to act accordingly. You try your best to go along with it until you can’t anymore. 3k, fem. requested here ♡

cw shy(ish)!reader, misunderstandings, steve being a huge sweetheart, fluff, hurt/comfort, bonus fluff scene

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

The arcade is loud and brisk this evening, doors thrown open to allow for the constant ebb and flow of younglings, the machine music turned up to account for so many voices. You’re lost in a sea of rainbow flashing lights and the ticklish smell of sugar. Without Steve’s hand behind your shoulder, you’re pretty sure you would’ve gotten lost and trampled half an hour ago.

A candy necklace pinwheels past your heads like a torpedo, forcing you closer together, your shoulders tight with a flinch.

“We can leave,” Steve says immediately. He’s weirdly thoughtful. Before he asked you out you had no idea he thought so much about other people, but he’s always thinking about other people. You could argue he thinks a little too much, like you.

“I wanna see Max.”

“She has to be here somewhere.”

That theory proves less and less likely. Steve’s hand falls away from you, tugging through his hair in a marker of stress as you circle the Palace Arcade for the tenth time. “Maybe she quit?” you suggest.

Steve’s eyebrows pinch together as he gives the arcade another sweep. Max’s rough patch freaked him out, as it freaked you out, because ‘rough patch’ is a kind way to describe it. She could’ve got a whole lot worse; she was suffering, capital S. It’s nice to see her returning to society, but not if she isn’t actually settling in. That’s the whole reason you’re here.

Steve frowns at you worriedly.

“Who died?” asks a new voice.

You breathe out a sigh of relief. “Max!” Steve cheers.

“That’s me,” Max says, looking at you both sceptically. Her ginger hair is pulled into two tight braids either side of her face, her cheeks flushed red. Mascara paints her usually pale lashes a darker brown, and a rosy tinted chapstick shines on her lips.

“Hey, the uniform looks good on you,” he says affectionately. “You look like a valued member of society.”

“A society in need of better labour laws. I’m pretty sure this is child abuse.” She rolls her eyes.

“Is it awful?” you ask.

“It’s fine. Better when your stupid friends aren’t here making themselves sick on candy like they’re nine years old,” she says pointedly to Steve. “Are you going to throw up too? You look–” she grimaces in place of insult.

“Who’s throwing up?” you ask.

“Dustin. He’s outside.”

Steve sighs and gives your shoulder a kind squeeze. “I’ll be right back,” he says, squaring his expression. “Goddamn kids.”

He sounds like an old man, you think to yourself with a small smile. Disgruntled, he still goes to make sure everyone’s alright. He’s nice, even when that nice is begrudging and tiresome and plain gross sometimes.

“Why are you smiling at him like that?” Max asks.

You school your impression. “Like what?”

“Like you like him.”

You shake your head. “Tell me about work, Max. What’s it like here? Are they giving you your breaks?”

She drags you over to the counter to sit in the seat waiting behind. She glares at any kid who approaches, but besides that she seems in good spirits. The job isn’t hard, it’s just a job. She’d much rather be at home reading, but wouldn’t everyone? “And I get this sweet uniform,” she says, pointing at the embroidered icon on her shirt pocket. “What’s with you and Steve?”

“Nothing,” you say, though it’s something. You’re mortified to have been caught having feelings.

“Looks like something. Are you dating?”

“I mean, this is a date,” you say, almost whispering as heat floods your face. “But we’re not together.”

“He was touching you a lot.”

“Max, he’s really nice. He’s a really nice guy,” you say gently, “and we’re not together, but if he does ask me out eventually, maybe I’ll say yes.” You realise what you’re saying and attempt to backtrack —you do like Steve, but Max doesn’t need to know that. “It’s not like he’s my boyfriend,” you say strangely.

“Ew,” Max says with a laugh.

“Not ew,” you correct. You hadn’t meant it in a bad way, it’s—

“Not ew,” Steve says from behind you, his arm a heavy weight across your shoulder.

You look wide-eyed up at his face, surprised by his huge beaming smile, an intense loveliness about him as he gives you a half hug.

“What’s ew about that?” he asks you softly.

Oh, boy, you think.

As it turns out, being Steve’s girlfriend is kind of nice, but you aren’t ready.

From that afternoon at the Palace Arcade onward, he treats you like you’re made of gold. And it’s great, he’s so kind, he brings you flowers and takes you out for breakfast, where he pays the tab without any flourishes and talks to you as casually as always. You almost hope he hasn’t got it wrong at all, and that his soft tone a few days ago had been down to a brief overwhelming fondness. You’d get that. You have your moments with him, you’re falling for him, and it’s only a matter of time before you’re desperately in love, you’re sure, but then the waitress asks if you need anything else and he says, “Just a water for my girl,” and you realise you’re not getting off easy.

Dating is sort of like being good friends; you’d planned to spend the day together anyways. You enjoy his company. It’s clear he’s eager, optioning off the day’s agenda as you return to the car, the bottom of your face hidden in your bouquet.

“We could go to the movies,” he says, opening the passenger door, his smile seemingly permanent as you climb inside. “No science fiction, I promise.”

“I kind of like sci-fi.” Petals press fragrant to your top lip.

“Well, we don’t have to go to the Hawk. We could go into the city. I bet they’re playing any movie you wanna see.” He checks that your leg is properly inside the car before he closes the door, jogging around to the driver’s side and practically throwing himself inside. He’s giggling like a kid. “Shit, I’ll see anything you want to.”

“Steve.”

“Or we can go do nothing? Until dinner.”

“Steve,” you say again, thinking you’ll tell him. Nothing good ever comes from dishonesty.

“What?” he asks.

His eyes are so brown. Billions of people with brown eyes and you swear you’ve never seen anything like it before, their centres like hot honey, the sweetheart shape to them when he smiles

You sigh. His smile is contagious, even while your stomach hurts. “Nothing. Let’s go see a movie.”

“Are you okay?”

“What?”

“What do you mean, what? You sounded weird.”

“I sounded weird?”

“No!” He winces. “I mean, yeah, you sounded weird for you, like you… I don’t know. Sorry.”

You feel bad, then. His apology is earnest, his hand resting open on the console for you to take if you could manage the flustering heat of it.

“I wanna go to the movies,” you say, ‘cos you really do.

“Alright, good. It’s just, I think my last relationship, I– I didn’t pay enough attention, and I want to do that better this time around. So yeah. Sorry.”

Oh, Steve, you think. How are you supposed to tell him now? You’re gonna have to pretend to be ready for a relationship with him until you really are, it seems. He doesn’t deserve to have his heart played with twice.

“Don’t be sorry,” you say gently. “Let’s go watch a movie, okay? I want to go, with you, we’ll watch a shitty daytime flick and then get dinner after. It’ll be fun.”

You aren’t lying to him about what you want. It’s clear to everybody, Steve and his friends and especially you, that you like him, that you want to be around him and make him laugh. Maybe being his girlfriend won’t even be that different to being his something.

After all, what’s romantic about seeing a movie?

“You good?” he asks, half an hour later, your agony prolonged.

You’re at the back of the movies where the seats have the most leg room, more popcorn and candy than you could ever eat at your feet and a litre cup stuffed into the armrest between you. Steve is tucking his shirt back into his jeans, his head parting the light of the projector and leaving a silhouette in the previews.

“Steve,” you advise, gesturing for him to lean down out of the way.

He leans down, further and further, face to face with you with his hands on his hips. A flirtatious teasing makes its way onto his lips. “What?” he asks, amused.

“You were in the way of the light.”

“That what it was?”

“Seriously!” you whisper-shout, laughing despite yourself.

“You’re so cute,” he whispers back. “Want to take your jacket off?”

Your lips part at his good suggestion. You hold your arm out and start to peel from your jacket, but he takes your sleeve and helps you out of it before folding it and sitting in the seat next to you, your jacket on his thigh. “How’s that, babe?” he asks.

“It’s good.”

“Okay, perfect.” He beams at you. He’s always smiling when he’s with you, like you’re the best thing since sliced bread. Like he loves you. “Tell me if you need something, yeah? I know you’re kinda shy.”

He settles back in his seat with your jacket still in his lap and no indication that he might want to move it. Your knees touch as he relaxes, your knuckles as he puts his arm on the rest between you, a picture of contentedness as the movie begins and the opening credits play. “That’s us,” he says without looking at you.

Two people walk down the street holding hands as the title of the movie blazes in yellow font with thick red outlines. A Day In Paradise!

You bite down on a slither of the inside of your lip until it stings. You try to fight it off but the longer you sit there, the more your eyes burn, thinking about Steve and what he deserves and how unfortunate this whole thing is, and yeah, you’re overwhelmed, too. You aren’t ready for so much sweetness all at once. You don’t deserve it, he doesn’t deserve this.

You force the tears away. The movie goes on and on, the lights low, the chatter of moviegoers and the occasional popcorn crush not nearly loud enough to cover the sound of Steve’s breathing.

He pushes his hair out of his face. Somebody on screen makes a joke, his hand brushes against yours, and then takes it gently as he laughs.

You pull your hand away and tip your head down, a frantic tear flicking from your lashes.

“You okay?” he whispers.

You try to answer. You whimper instead, a terrible, sorry sound stuck to your throat —you can’t hold it in anymore. It’s too much.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble tearily, looking up, a tear rolling fast down the bump of your cheek.

Steve sits still in moderate horror. “Why are you crying?” he whispers.

The thing about Steve that people tend to forget is that, while he takes care of people the best that he can, he’s really young. He doesn’t always know what to do. He stares at you now like you’re a foreign object, hand tucked back into his abdomen.

A tear drips onto your lip. It tastes salty. “Sorry,” you say.

“Why?” he asks, dumbfounded.

“I really like you, Steve.”

He stares at you. “…But?”

“But I–” His frown hurts your heart. “I don’t know if I’m ready for all of this, I never– never had someone like me like this, I don’t know why I’m crying.” You say that last part to yourself rather than him, scrubbing your cheeks with your hands roughly before hiding your face completely. “It’s not you.”

“I thought…” And of course he did.

“I know,” you say. “I’m sorry, Steve. I thought it wouldn’t matter but everything’s going so fast.”

He touches your arm gently. “I’m sorry,” he says. “I thought you wanted this. You– you said I was your boyfriend, to Max? I thought you liked me.”

“I do like you,” you insist, meeting his eyes.

“Can I wipe your tears away? They’re everywhere,” he says. You struggle to read his expression, but there’s no resentment or anger there for you. He looks quite serious.

“Yeah.”

Steve bends in his seat to wipe your tears off of your face gently. They really are everywhere, on your cheeks, your top lip, your chin, even down the arc of your neck. “I don’t understand,” he says, going back to your cheek for a missed streak, “but you don’t have to be upset. Please. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do, I promise.”

“Steve, when I was talking to Max, I said,” —you wince— “that it’s not like you’re my boyfriend. She was asking me about you, and I got all panicky because I like you, but I’m too weird about this stuff, I’m panicking now–”

“Don’t.” His hand lingers on your face, before a sorry flash of dejection passes over him, and he drops your face altogether.

“I didn’t mean for this to happen. Please believe me.”

“Of course I believe you.” He grimaces at you, and the heartbreak turns to something more manageable, like he’s brushing himself off. “I’m sorry. For getting the wrong idea.”

“I like you,” you whisper. Your voice is nearly lost to the rustle of popcorn and drinks.

“I like you too!” he says loudly.

A few seats down, somebody turns, an angry whirl of hair and clicky nails. “Can you guys shut up?”

You and Steve leave your mountain of snacks behind to stand in the theatre hallway, where the winter air is cool on your flushed skin, and the silence is stifling. You lean against a wood feature wall and try to calm down, because he’s the one who should be upset (or maybe he’s not that fussed about you). He stands a half foot away with his arms crossed, looking down at his shoes, though occasionally he glances at you for a split-second and looks away again.

“You okay?” he asks tightly.

“I’m sorry.”

He pokes his cheek with his tongue. “So you don’t want to be together?”

You don’t know. He deserves the truth, even if you barely understand it yourself, and it stings to say. “I do, I like you, but I… I want to take things slowly.”

He stands there without talking for a while. When he does talk again, he’s laughing, that achy awful sadness he’d worn a far off memory. “You’re this upset because you want us to take things slow?”

“I didn’t want to hurt your feelings.”

“You haven’t,” he promises. “That would never hurt my feelings. I knew when I heard it that it was too good to be true.” He scratches the back of his neck. “I guess I gotta earn the title like everybody else does. Is that… cool?”

You nod vehemently.

Steve blows a relieved breath of air up his face, his hair ruffling off of his forehead. “I thought I was gonna lose you completely,” he says, smiling. “This is fine. I can work with slow. Slow’s my middle name.”

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The sun is a blistering heat today. “Can’t believe it’s only spring,” you murmur, eyes covered by the back of your arm.

A weight sits down on the blanket beside you, the sound of dry grass crushed underfoot. He brings the fresh scent of lemon slices with him, the zest sticking to his hands.

“I think I might melt.”

“I’d never let that happen,” Steve says, laying down beside you.

“You can be my parasol.”

“Your what?”

“It’s a sun umbrella.”

“Like this?” he asks, gently laying himself across your front, his face on the slip of your stomach that’s bare, his arms sneaking behind your thighs to hug them as you bring them up.

You reach down to stroke his hair, taking your fingers through the silky lengths of it, fingernails scratching ever so slightly at his scalp. “Thanks,” you say.

He kisses your naked leg. “You’re welcome, honey.”

If he’d done that at the beginning of your relationship, you’d have frozen up; not because he would’ve done it differently, not because he wasn't always your handsome sweetheart, but because being comfortable with someone this intimately takes time, and that’s okay.

“Your face is digging into my hip,” you murmur.

He shifts back, his ear above your belly button. “Is that better?”

“That’s perfect.”

“Are you falling asleep?” he asks softly.

“No… I’m thinking.”

“Nothing good ever comes of that.”

“I have something I want to talk to you about.”

“I love talking to you,” he says. He sounds as though he might fall asleep himself, his tongue heavy in his mouth.

You stroke his hair away from his face by touch alone. Long, warm minutes pass without conversation. You aren’t scared to tell him how you’re feeling. He’s proved to you over time that he’s someone you’ll always be able to trust, and that whatever you have to say will hold weight.

“It’s a question.”

He turns in your hold to face you. You raise your arm, greeted by the image of him sun-kissed and lazing, laid out across you without a care in the world.

“Don’t tell me then,” he says, rolling his eyes. “Jesus, you’re terrifying.”

“Would you wanna be my boyfriend?”

He narrows his eyes at you. A myriad of emotions pass between you both, until he’s smiling, and you know he’s sitting up for a kiss seconds before he actually does. He presses his lips to yours carefully. “Baby,” he says as he pulls away, voice as mild as his soft kiss, “I think we’ve passed that point.”

“I realised I’d never asked you, is all.”

His hair falls down into his eyes. You tuck it behind his ear. It’s pretty clear now you’re together, even after such a bumpy start.

“Can I get it in writing this time?” he asks, rubbing the tip of his nose against yours, your eyes fluttering closed in tandem.

“Give you anything you want if you kiss me,” you murmur.

His laugh fans over your lips. He cups your cheek, your heart a hummingbird drilling at your ribs as Steve moves in to kiss you properly. Your lips part under the pressure, your head tilting a touch to one side to accommodate him as he searches down for you, melty hot pleasure and nerves that never seem to fade arising as his thumb moves up your cheek, a semi-circle of touch. It promises undulating care whenever you want it.

You tip your head aside to catch your breath.

“Better late than never,” you joke.

Steve talks into the soft skin beside your mouth. “You weren’t late, babe. I was early, and I didn’t mind waiting.”

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Steve-o

Summary: Steve thinks you’re very pretty, and desperately needs your number.

A/N: i love Steve. a lot.

The world stops for approximately 5 second when Steve Harrington first sees you. It’s heavy crashing infatuation that has Steve questioning, is love at first sight real?

He’s never been a believer in this sort of thing, you get to know them, you fall for them. At least, that’s how it was with Nancy. You can’t fall In love with a person you’ve never met, you don’t even know them.

But that’s what Steve found so beautiful, the unknown.

“Dude, why aren’t you walking?” Robin turns from where she stands, realizing Steve is no longer beside her.

“It’s her, Robs.” He breathes.

“It’s who?”

“My soulmate, my pairing, my one true love.” He contradicts everything he believes in.

“Oh my god,” Robin groans annoyedly. “You cannot be serious right now, Steve.”

He nods. “As a heart attack.”

Papers scatter the Scoops Ahoy wheel table you sit at. They’re filled with words and colorful highlighter. Smart, he thinks, I know she’s smart.

“Get your ass over here and keep walking, we’re gonna be late.” He won’t budge. “God, please, Steve.”

“I need her number.” He shakes his head.

“You need one less late clock in.”

Steve whines, breaking his eye sight on you for the first time. “Let me have this, Robs.”

“I’ve let you have 3 late days, one more and Kieth said he’d fire your ass.”

“Kieth says a lot of things.” He turns his head to her. “How do I ask? Name first? Number? Age?”

“Well typically you introduce yours-“

“Fuck off, Robin, I know what I’m doing.”

He takes a moment. Maybe he should’ve let Robin finish her advice, he’s never been this nervous to ask out a girl.

“This level of melodramatic is a new low, Steve.”

“Fuck off.” This pushes him to walk into Scoops.

When he reaches the table, it’s an obvious realization that you’re studying. The papers are neat despite thrown around, and there’s a highlighter key next to your elbow. He feels guilty interrupting.

Be normal! Repeats in his head like a mantra. God!

“Hi,” he starts, he feels like he could throw up. “I’m Steve.”

You startle. “Hi, Steve.”

He laughs nervously. Robin rolls her eyes so hard her head tilts back and her hands come up to cover her face exasperatedly. You smile. Steve doesn’t.

He takes a look around the room awkwardly. How could he ever stand these blue and red lights? “I used to work here yanno.”

You nod. “You work in the video store now.”

“That I do.” He bounces in his new shoes, “Wait, have you been in?”

“Yeah, I come every Saturday.”

“No shit.” He breathes. You look taken aback, a little confused, a little offended.

“I mean! No shit, I would’ve remembered a face so pretty.”

“Good one, dingus.”

“Take a walk.” He replies quickly.

“Do you.. need something?” You ask carefully. His face crumples and something sick in your heart twists. “Not to be rude! I just- English 101 doesn’t finish itself.”

“English 101! You go to Hawkins Community? I was gonna go, I just wanted a taste of hardworking minimum wage life first” his eyes widen, “not that what you’re doing isn’t hard work!”

Can the world just cave in on him now? Shoot me.

“She asked a question, Steve-o” Robin puts in. Unhelpfully.

He glares at Robin. “I was wondering if I could get your number? It’s okay if not!” He adds quickly. “Just like- maybe we could go out sometime?”

Your head spins, pretty boy comes and asks for your number? You can’t mess this up.

“You like movies?”

“Uhh duh,” Steve laughs. Robin doesn’t know how much more she can take of this. “Totally.”

“You pick a movie,” You smile, “and come over Saturday. I’ve got a really big tv.”

Now Steve may be nervous, but he wasn’t born yesterday.

“Yeah!” He seems overeager. “Yeah,” he fixes. “I’ll pick out a movie.”

“Okay.” You smile up at him.

He juts out his wrist. “You can write it.. here.”

Your laugh cuts through his nerves like a sharp knife. “Yeah, okay.”

Pretty pink highlighter seeps into Steve’s unblemished wrist. He watches you write your number moonstricken. Your fingers press into his skin warmly and something turns in his tummy, you’re so pretty.

“Well I’ll be seeing you..” He looks at his wrist, “Y/N.”

“I’ll be seeing you, Steve-o” She takes from Robin.

He laughs, turning to walk with Robin again. “Steve-o” he mouths.

Robin is sure to have an aneurism. They were supposed to clock in 3 minutes ago.

“You happy with yourself?”

Steve grins, big and boyish. “Yeah, I am.”

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sweetyyhippyy · 1 year

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I Love You. Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader. *FLUFF*

Summary: Steve and his girlfriend finally say “I love you”.

Word count: 1.3k

TW: Extreme fluff. Allusion to sex.

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She wasn't sure what it was that woke her, the fact that the apartment was ice cold and all of the blankets were kicked off her body, or the sound of the smoke detector going off from the other side of the door.

“Stevie?” She grumbles, patting the other side of the bed her partner frequented when he stayed the night with her, only to find a cold empty space next to her. She furrows her brows, turning her head to double check she was actually alone in bed.

She sits up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes before leaning down and grabbing the shorts from last night that were tossed onto the floor by Steve, and slides them up her legs, her whole body shivering once her feet hit the cold floor.

By the time she opens the bedroom door, the smoke alarm had finally seized, and the smell of something burnt filled her nose.

“Ah, son of a bitch.” Steve curses before letting out a deep sigh, his lanky body moving like a tornado around the small kitchen.

She can’t help but smile to herself as she watches Steve take a measuring cup full of pancake batter and carefully pour it onto the pan on the stove, the tip of his tongue between his lips in concentration, not wanting to burn any more pancakes than he already has-6, he had burned 6 pancakes already.

He sighs in relief, a small smile creeping onto his face as he looks down at the perfect circular pancake on the pan, hoping this one would be the perfect pancake. He goes over to the sink, turning the faucet on to wash the dishes in the sink.

She quietly makes her way into the kitchen behind him, taking in the sight of her boyfriend shirtless in her kitchen, his back muscles flexing every so often as he scrubs whatever dish is in his hand. Her eyes follow the chocolate colored moles scattered along his back, completely mesmerized by him.

It wasn’t long before she found herself inches behind him, her fingertips reaching up to one of his moles on his right shoulder blade and lightly touching it.

Steve jumps slightly, turning to look back at his girlfriend whose eyes were still filled with sleep, but also admiration. A wide smile fills his face as he makes eye contact with her, turning the water off to greet her properly. “Good morning, honey.”

She all but melts into a puddle on the floor at her pet name, warmly smiling back at him before wrapping her arms around his torso and resting her head on his back. “Morning, handsome.”

Steve turns his body, letting her rest her head on his hairy chest and wrapping his own arms around her. “Didn’t wake you did I?” He jokes, knowing full well he did.

“No, not at all Chef Boyardee.” She teases back, snickering at her own joke. “The smoke detector always wakes me up.” She snorts into his chest, smelling his Old Spice cologne.

Steve mocks her laugh obnoxiously, squeezing her body tightly in his muscular arms. “Very funny, very funny. But mean girls don’t get the world famous Harrington pancakes.”

“What makes them world famous?” She asks, resting her chin on his chest.

“How about you sit right here, and you’ll find out in the next 5 minutes. I gotta flip the one in the pan.” Steve starts to unravel his arms from around her body.

“Wait, want my morning kiss.” She smiles up at him, puckering her lips.

Steve grabs her face in both hands, kissing her long and passionately.

She wanted to stay right there, making out with Steve the rest of the day in her kitchen, that was her idea of a perfect day.

She could feel her body start to buzz in excitement, her hands roaming his shirtless torso, wanting Steve to bend her over her counter and take her just like he did last night.

Steve begrudgingly pulls back from the kiss, trying to flood his head with pictures of bugs, cute puppies, Ms. Betty, his neighbor in bright pink curlers shuffling down her driveway, to stop the blood from flowing any lower. “I know you don’t want to stop, but let’s eat first, okay?”

She stretches up to nudge his nose with hers, pressing one more kiss to his lips before nodding her head. “Yes, chef.” She teases, sliding up to sit onto her counter, watching Steve flip over the pancake.

She grabs a sliced strawberry from a pile Steve had already cut and plops it in her mouth, smiling when Steve looks over at her with his eyebrow raised in suspicion. “Hi.” She giggles, chewing the sweet fruit slowly.

“You stealing my food?” He says in a fake angry voice, squeezing the fat on her thighs playfully, which makes her wail in laughter.

“Technically, it’s my food. You’re just cooking with it.” She says innocently, popping another strawberry slice in her mouth. “But if you ask real nicely, I’ll share.”

Steve stands in between her legs, his hands squeezing her thighs lovingly. “Please, sweetheart?” His eyes round like saucers as he looks into her. His perfect pink lips in a small, but oh so pitiful pout the closer he got to her face.

She grabs another and slowly brings it up to his lips, her thumb swiping his lower lip before pulling back. She was nowhere near being done wanting him in her arms again. He made her insatiable.

Steve finishes chewing his food before stepping back from her. “Do you want chocolate chips on top of your pancakes?”

“Oh, chocolate chips? You do love me.” The word slips past her lips far too quickly for her to reel it back in. She stared back at her boyfriend like a deer in headlights, hoping to whatever higher power there was, Steve didn’t hear it.

They had been together 6 months and the “I love you” phrase was something neither of them had said to each other, mostly because Steve was still scared from the whole “it’s bull shit” ordeal with Nancy Wheeler 2 years ago.

They both knew that they had love for one another, they could feel it in the air every single time they were together, but Steve was afraid to make himself vulnerable again, and she wanted Steve to say it first.

“I-,” She starts, breaking the tension in the room. “I’m sorry, it just, it came out before I knew what I was saying.”

“I do love you.” Steve says back to her, staring into her soul it felt like. “I need to stop being so afraid of putting my feelings out there because you deserve to be told you’re loved all the time.”

For the first time in their relationship, Steve looked shy and worried, barely able to look her in the eye.

She lovingly grabs his face, making him look at her. “Tell me.” She whispers to him, rubbing his face softly with her thumb.

Steve softly smiles up at her, fidgeting with the dish towel in his hand. “I love you.” He turns his head and presses a kiss to her wrist. “I love you so much. And I’m sorry I was too much of a wimp to say it before.”

She brings him in for a kiss, wrapping her arms around him.

Steve grips her hips softly, making out with her slowly right in the middle of her kitchen.

If it was up to her, she would have never broken the kiss, she would have kissed him all day long. As she pulled back, she was eye to eye with Steve.

“I love you, Steve.” She says just above a whisper, resting her forehead on his. “I love you more than you know.”

A smile spreads across Steve’s face, in complete relief that the words finally have been spoken. “Say it again?” Giving her the sweetest eyes.

“Steven Harrington I love you so much.”

He kisses her gingerly once more before sliding her off the counter. “Somehow I think I love you more.”

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harringtons-cupid · 1 year

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Valentines day - Steve Harrington x Fem!reader

Wc: 2k

Warnings 18:

Fluff: Established relationship, kissing, gift exchange, dancing. Smut: Public sex, party sex, daddy kink, creampies, clit spanking, squirting, fingering. Cock warming, ear nibbling.

Tagged: @sweet-villain @harrys-four-nipples @eddiemunsons-missingnipple @eddiemunsonwillbethedeathofme @josephquinnsbitchywitch @bisexual-byers @urlbitchin

I want to thank @thelastofharrington for their NSFW Steve Harrington Alphabet that inspired this piece of work. I hope it's just as good as the original.

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Valentine’s Day, there was always a party at Steve Harringtons for Valentine’s Day.

You hated it, the intimate time you wanted to spend with him was gone. But as you saw how excited he was, you bit your tongue. Even if you weren’t able to be completely alone with Steve, you knew he would make it up to you.

After all his infamous parties always gave him time to sneak off and be with you, each year the party would be themed with different Valentine’s Day items.

This year, Steve wanted to go for a sexual Valentine’s Day theme with everyone growing a little bit older, this excited you more. Giving you the opportunity to dress sexily for Steve knowing that he would rip it off you in a heartbeat.

He loved public sex, especially at his parties. His bedroom would usually be locked at a certain time with both of you inside, you enjoyed the thrill of hearing people nosily downstairs and fall onto the bedroom door thinking it was the bathroom.

As you helped him hang up love hearted banner with the words “naked people only” as a joke across his doorway, you gazed at him fondly.

You and Steve had been together for a few years but this was the first year out of school and you were excited for the night ahead.

He helped you bake the cupcakes and Valentine’s Day themed food, standing behind you as you guided him with the piping bag in the shape of a penis. His laugh echoed into your ear as he peppered you with kisses.

Disappearing back to your own house, you began to plan out your outfit in your head. Your friends were waiting on your doorstep as you pulled up to your house, all squealing in excitement as they waved the party flyers in their hands.

Their full bags around their shoulders pushing past each other in a flurry of excitement and nervousness, the babble of voices filled your room as you swapped ideas for outfit choices.

Hours later, you all stood in front of the floor length mirror of your bedroom. You were wearing a red lingerie set, over a little black dress that clung to your curves. Your red stockings were covered by knee length boots that just touched below your dress.

Your friends were in similar dresses, their hair in different styles all smiley and giggly as they admired themselves.

The party began at 6PM, bottles clinked on the bed as you poured drinks into cups that you provided. You slowed your drinking as they danced in your bedroom, your mind flashed to Steve and you felt excited to see him.

Disappearing into your bathroom, you snuck your Polaroid camera in with you. Angling it perfectly, you held it with the flash facing your body and smiled. Capturing your outfit in the light, waiting for it to develop before entering your bedroom.

The white bag sat on the table, it was filled with a few Valentine’s Day themed nicknacks as you nearly placed the photo into a suitable envelope and kissed it. Imprinting your red lipstick stain onto the seal.

Your friends were too distracted to notice you, gradually getting tipsier and tipsier by the second. You drank your weak Vodka and cranberry until it was time to stumble over to the party. They all clambered into the back of your car, all giggly and full of alcohol.

When you arrived the party was already in full swing, people were noisily shouting over each other. You were all handed a valentine's themed cocktail on the door, smiling to yourself at the thought that Steve used your idea. The beer pong table had crowds of people surrounding it, the kitchen was full of rambling people eating the food you and Steve had made earlier on in the day.

Your friends vanished into various rooms, all in pursuit of their crushes. You gazed around until your eyes landed on your tipsy boyfriend, smiling as he began to jeer at the sight of you.

Cupping your face with his free hand and kissing you, tipsily looking down at your outfit and whistling. You giggled against his face as you kissed him again.

“I have a present for you” you whispered to him, watching his eyes light up.

Placing his drink down on the nearest surface, he mumbled some words before disappearing off and returning with his own gift bag for you. Pulling you away from the crowds and into his bedroom, you smiled at him. Finally able to hear yourself think, you traded bags both gasping at the contents.

Inside, Steve had written little notes carefully shaped into hearts. Each note was written for a different reason to why he loved it. Surrounded by red and pink tissue paper there was a red velvet box. Opening it, to expose a gold locket necklace with a tiny photo of you both inside.

Throwing your arms around him with joy, kissing his cheeks and lips aggressively before nodding towards his bag. Watching him peer inside, your face began hurting from how much you were smiling. His eyes filled with happiness as he bought out the items, amongst the polaroid photograph of yourself there was a small gold chain, a long love letter and for a joke some condoms.

He laughed and pulled you in for a kiss, knocking both bags onto the floor as you fell on top of him. His hands trailing down your body, underneath your dress and playing with your lingerie. Grinding you against him with his hands, groaning softly into your mouth as your red lipstick stained his lips.

Staying there until a loud knock echoed through the white wooden door, startling you both as Steve’s name was called out. Rolling his eyes in annoyance, he adjusted his boxers and opened the door. Not given a second to answer before he was pulled out the room, you laughed at his reaction before placing both bags neatly on his desk and following the commotion.

Steve was being forced to stand upside down on a keg stand whilst the rest of his friends cheered him on, you watched from the balcony in disbelief. Deciding to ignore the boistiorus behaviour, you headed into the kitchen where your friends were lurking around the counter gossiping. They squealed at the sight of you, pulling you into the circle as you poured yourself a drink.

The night got busier and noisier, you were on your 4th drink of the night when Steve found you. He had calmed down since the keg, all smiley and flirty as he flung his arm around you. Pulling you away from your friends, the living area was packed with people kissing and dancing together. Grabbing you by the waist, he slammed his body into the wall as he lifted up your dress and began to kiss your neck.

Moaning into your skin as you cautiously looked around as his hands circled your clit, your cheeks flushing red as you felt yourself moan softly. Closing your eyes tightly as you relaxed into the motions of his fingers, feeling between your wet folds until he managed to slide a finger inside you.

His coat dangled off you as you hid behind the sofa, the other couples were too preoccupied to notice. More people flooded in, hiding you both even more as Steve’s fingers curled inside you with his thumb playing with your clit. His boner digging into your ass as you grinded yourself against him with the friction, groaning into his mouth as you bent your head backwards.

The music grewer louder as so did your moans, gasping as you felt your legs shake. The high of your orgasm crept up on you, shaking against his as you came hard all over your shoes and his floor. He continued until you whimpered for him to stop.

Grinning at you, he unbuckled his jeans slightly letting his hard cock slid down your ass cheek and into your cunt. You both moaned loudly as your dripping cunt took him whole, a few people turned to look at you but Steve stayed still. His cock throbbing inside you until they turned their backs, he began to slowly thrust inside you.

Bending you forward slightly to allow you to use the sofa for support, his cock slid in and out of you as your moans unheard under the gaggle of voices. Biting your lip as his cock hit your soft spot, his hands grasping onto your waist as he thrusted hard inside you.

Your eyes fell onto your group friends as his hand spanked your clit underneath your dress, watching as they began to get closer to you both. Falling onto the nearest chair, you both gasped as his cock was shoved deeper inside you.

Rocking yourself back and forth on his lap until your friends stood in front of you, your dress hid his naked flesh as it throbbed inside you. Mumbling your words to them until they saw someone they liked, rushing away from you.

The second their bodies were away from the sofa, his cock was hitting your walls hard. Your cunt clenching around him as your moans got louder, almost matching the music. Pulling you back to hit his chest, his moans were clearer as his hands moved you on his cock.

“You’re so naughty, riding my cock in public. I bet you’d love to be fucked full of me cum in front of all these people wouldn’t you?” he growled, nibbling down on your ear.

You whined at his words, grinding quicker against his cock. Gripping onto the chair for support as you heard him whisper ‘fuck’ into your ear, his cock twitched inside you. The chair creaked from the movements of your bodies together, your friends were nowhere to be seen as his tip slammed into your soft spot.

His body shook underneath you, his hands played with your clit hard as you felt yourself move closer to your orgasm. Leaning further against his chest, your moans were directly into his ear as the sounds of you both were drowned out even further by the speakers blaring loudly.

“I’m going to cum Steve” you moaned loudly, he moved his hands from your clit and wrapped them tightly around your waist. Holding you down onto his cock as he thrusted hard inside you, your legs shook as you felt yourself cum.

"Cum for me baby, cum for Daddy" he grunted, his hands digging into your skin.

Squirting all over both of your bodies, coating the chair in your cum. He groaned loudly, as his cock twitched inside you. Using your cum as lube, he thrusted closer to his own orgasm.

Within seconds, you heard him whine into your ear as you felt his warm sticky cum empty inside you. Gasping as you continued to grind yourself against his cock, not moving out of you until his cum was deep inside you.

Catching your breath, you stayed on his lap until you both felt ready to walk through the crowd. Grinning at each other, you turned around and cupped his face with your hands kissing him roughly.

“I love you” smiling against his face, your body dripping with both sweat and cum.

“You know I love you too” he grinned, sliding his tongue into your mouth.

This was a Valentine's Day that would not be able to be topped.

Tidying yourselves up, you pulled Steve into the middle of the dancefloor. Holding him close as you danced to the music, grinning up at him. Your arms dangled off his neck as your eyes stayed on him, you didn’t think it was possible to love someone as much as you loved Steve. Your cunt still throbbing from missing his cock inside you, your legs weak as you slowly danced with him. The love drunk look on his face, showed you that he was feeling the same.

“We may have to do that again, later tonight. My cock is already missing you” he leaned into your ear and whispered. Smirking at you.

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thorfemmes · 1 year

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New chapter of Now in Technicolor drops today! I just need to format it for tumblr and then it’s posted! :)

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taintedcigs · 6 months

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˚ 　　　 . ✧ 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐈𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐄

vol 1; made to break your heart — king!steve harrington x fgirl!reader

summary: in which you see your ex making out with someone else leaving you with no choice but to fall right into the lap of his enemy, steve harrington. (wc: 5.2k+)

warnings: smut smut smut, minors DNI, or*l sx (receiving and giving oop), some good ol’ bj, drinking, drgs, weed basically, no use of ‘y/n’, degrading, praises, LOTS OF PRAISES, they are both switches but idk if that counts??, nicknames! reader is kinda heartless basically a maneater, steve is an arrogant bastard, and hes got a big BIG di–heart. some lil’ eddie mention that u might miss if u blink!

authors note: i am kinda thinking a pt.2 of this IM open to all ideas, but i kinda am thinking of making it like a mini-series? and maybe introduce eddie in the second part, and then make part 3 steddie? mmmhmm? what do we think? my asks r open for all and any ideass anyways not proofread bc of my lazy ass. ignore any mistakes.

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Booming music filled your ears, sweaty bodies swaying away from you but you couldn't care less.

Whispers from your back, collected gasps, and all you could do was watch.

Fingertips clutched on your dress in fury, gaze unable to tear away from the scene playing out right in front of your eyes.

Tina’s lips were locked onto Billy’s, you thought it was pretty soon to be swapping salivas considering it had been barely two days since he broke up with you.

The red cup in your hand was almost smushed from the hardened impact of your fists, with a quick go, you downed it, ignoring Tommy and Carol’s cackles as they watched you.

With a roll of your eyes, you were quick to turn away from them, ignoring your friends calling out for your name—you didn’t need this, you didn’t need to be pampered. You just needed a generous amount of drinks, and maybe someone to keep yourself busy with.

Tina and her lame-ass party could go fuck themselves.

Billy was an asshole, no real surprise there. And you didn’t care, because the relationship had run its course, again. Tough shit. You were used to it. Another break up with him.

You didn’t care about it, the only thing you cared about was him crossing the line, making out with another girl in front of everyone.

Each break, the two of you fucked whoever you wanted to fuck, just to end up together again, drunkenly. But this time he made it everyone’s problem, and you couldn’t let him get away with that.

The whispers, and the collective giggles every time you passed by were making your blood boil.

You couldn’t let that dipshit ruin your reputation, you weren’t going to pathetically pine over someone who could barely make you cum. And you weren’t going to let any of those gossiping assholes think otherwise.

You stumble onto the porch with a string of curses leaving your pouty lips, quick to fish out a joint courtesy to that Munson kid, always providing you with the best weed, either free or cheap, depending on how much you adjusted your skirt or batted your lashes at him.

Maybe, you should pay him a visit. For fucks sake, you’ve seen him play, and he could roll a joint blindfolded, he knew how to put those fingers to use.

You could just imagine the scorching look on Billy’s face, his velvety lips scrunched together, a sickening feeling sinking into his stomach, knowing that you fucked Eddie Munson, the guy he always went to get his weed from.

The idea of it brings a delicious smirk to your lips. But it wouldn’t be enough, no. You needed something more, something bigger.

“Need a lighter, honey?” A coarse, smooth tone has your head cocking, the joint sitting on your lips rising with the impact.

Steve fucking Harrington.

Falling right into your lap.

Billy would’ve flipped the fuck out if he knew. He always warned you about him, telling you that Harrington was off limits, no matter what. Well, until now.

Your gaze locks with his, dangerous, filthy, and exactly where you want him. Before you can drag out the joint to answer him, he acts quicker, brushing his fingertips on your chin, almost tugging you closer to him, he licks his lips, wetting them with a chuckle.

With a gentle flicker of his lighter, the tip of the joint smolders, casting a warm glow to your face that accentuates the smirk curved on your lips.

Your dress rides up your thighs when you straighten up, taking an inhale from the joint, you blow the smoke in his face without a care. He eyes each of your movements, the stupid grin sitting on his lips growing wider the more his eyes move up and down your body. You almost want to chuckle at how easy this is.

But you also know Steve’s type, you have to make them chase you a little bit, give them a little thrill, before you finally give in. And you had already been doing that, for the longest time.

Always teasing him, but never giving in. Your hands always brushed past his bicep just enough to let him know you were interested, eyelashes always fluttered at him, teeth biting on your bottom lip as you checked him out.

The little game had been fun, but you never plucked up the courage to fully give in to him, Billy would’ve lost his shit. Besides, you knew his type, and you didn’t want to be one of his other trophies. And you didn’t have to be, you just had to use him to get yourself off, and piss Billy off. The second you walked into a room with him, you knew the party would be buzzing with the gossip.

You had the perfect excuse, the perfect excuse to finally divulge your fantasies, all the cheerleaders always blabbered about him, calling him an ass, but an ass who knew how to properly use his fingers and that dangerous mouth.

Exactly what you fucking need.

You had been pent up enough for the months you were with Billy.

This would be a little reward.

“All alone?” He was smug, he absolutely knew about the break-up and possibly saw Tina and Billy’s show, so he knew this was the perfect opportunity to have you in his palm. In a fucked up way, that made you want him more, the unspoken game grew more intense with that gaze of his, he had the same idea you did. The fucker was smooth.

You nod curtly, not wanting to just fall into his lap. No matter how good he looked in those Levi’s jeans that cupped his ass perfectly. Why was he so fucking interesting to you? Arms all toned, face adorned with tiny moles, he almost seemed mystical.

And oh god, his hair. That soft, perfectly layered chestnut brown locks, so effortlessly cool that you just wanted to run your hair through it, tugging at it the more his lips sucked on your clit.

God, the thought had your thighs pressing together uncomfortably.

“A pretty girl like you shouldn’t be all alone at a party,” he pouted mockingly. “Where’s that boy toy of yours?” He tutted, hand dangerously planted on your back, ghosting over your hips.

That elicited a giggle out of you, “Didn’t you hear all the rumors, pretty boy?” You leaned further, hand extending to offer him a huff. His attention was somewhere else though, eyes widening the more he admired you in that dress, showing off your curves in all the right way, tits almost busting out of your chest.

God, he had been waiting for this moment, an opportunity to have you, the second he fucking met you. But Billy got to you first.

“We broke up.” That brought his attention back to you, a smirk played on his lips when he leaned into your hand, lips wrapping around the tip of the joint, he sucked on it but his dark amber eyes remained on you.

With an inhale, “Good.” He mumbled, “knew that dipshit couldn’t handle someone like you.”

“You need someone better take care of you…” he hummed, nose dipping closer to your features, “someone who knows how to handle all of this.” His hands were placed on your waist, traveling all over your body.

Your breath was quick to get caught in your throat, a whine leaving your lips with how forward he was being.

And shit, you understood the appeal, you always did, but this time, you were sure your hunger for him grew faster than you intended to. You were in his palm, and you were more than okay with it.

“Yeah?” You teased with a giggle, head falling on his shoulder, brain getting fuzzier.

“I can make you forget him.” He’s bold, and it has your thighs rubbing together.

“By the time I’m done with you, you won’t even remember his name, or how to walk.” He’s so close to your ear, breath fanning against your breath as you almost shudder, but you play it off.

“You’re all talk, Harrington.” You licked your glossy lips, head slightly tilted to the side, teasing him just enough.

“Oh, sweetheart, I know you’ve heard the rumors, and I know you want this as much as you do.” The cocky bastard licks his lips, and you want nothing more than to bite them.

“Oh, yeah?”

“The way you press your thighs together, that little whine you just did when I barely touched you… Tells me all I need to fuckin’ know.” He whispers, and you almost whine out when a sloppy kiss is planted on your neck, harsh and needy.

“You’ll be screamin’ and beggin’ for me, angel.”

Your brows raise in interest. “That a promise?”

“Uh-huh.” He gives you a boyish grin.

“You’re on, King Steve.”

It didn’t take the two of you long enough to find an empty bedroom, lips, and teeth clashing as soon as the door closed.

The wandering eyes of the party had followed you up until that point, so you knew as soon as the two of you left the room with your sexed-up looks, everyone would know.

And you would finally have a sweet release after months of Billy’s selfishness.

A win-win.

You let his curious hands wander around your body, quick to almost rip off your dress, he wants to savor this moment, wants the image of your body engraved in his mind, stuck into the back of it just so he can fish it out whenever he can.

But he’s impatient, he’s waited for this. Wanted you longer than ever, and finally, you’re putty at his hands, ready to take whatever he’s going to give—or at least that’s what he thinks— And he’s feeling greedy. His mouth is pressed onto yours, sucking on your tongue before he lowers you down on the bed, you giggle softly when you sink into it, and Steve has never felt like this before, the hunger in his eyes ignites a spark of pleasure within you, quick to dampen your thighs with need.

A shocked gasp escapes your lips once he unhooks your bra with his left hand. Oh, he’s good. “Pretty baby,” he murmurs before his mouth is latched onto your nipples. “Perfect fuckin’ tits,” He groans into your chest, hand toying with your lace panties, shaky breaths escape his lips as he earns more whines from you.

You look ethereal, with your mouth hung open, teeth biting on your glossed-up lips, head thrown back. Just like he knew you’d be.

The more he circles around your panties the more you feel that pent-up desire burning inside of you, all those orgasmless months with Billy, and Steve was going to elicit more with just a flick of his fingers than you ever had through the entire relationship.

Maybe that’s why he always called you a bitch.

“Steve,” your whines come out pathetically as he looks up at you, layered hair already disheveled and that goddamn smirk sitting on his pretty lips.

“Already beggin’, honey?” He mocks with a grin, tugging on your nipple, all teeth and no mercy. His tongue is making its way further down, soft, wet strokes tickle your body.

“Fuck off,” You spit at him, barely, words dying down your throat when he’s quick to rip away your lacy panties. His light honey eyes are so much darker now, head thrown back when he visually drinks in your glistening pussy.

You look so fucking perfect, thighs spread apart, him between them, mouth hung open and ready to take all of him. He makes a mental image of it, burning it to the back of his mind.

“C’mon sweetheart, let King Steve know what you want, what you really need.” His voice is smooth and coarse, fingertips circling around your clit harder the more you whine for him.

“Do you need my fingers, baby? My mouth?” You moan at that, audibly. It has him chuckling darkly once he realizes how depraved you really are, one touch from him and you’re already soaking his fingers, whining like a pretty little slut.

If he knew how much you’d be such a good girl for him, he would’ve done this much sooner. Would’ve ruined your pretty little pussy for anyone else, Billy would’ve had no chance over him.

“Has that asshole not been makin’ you cum?” It was more of a rhetorical question, but the way you shook your head with a pout, had him melting. He really had you and didn’t know how to take good care of you? What a fucking loser.

“Holy fuckin’ shit… not even with his mouth?” His eyes widened, he really didn’t think Billy would be that bad, everything was working to his advantage.

“He- uh- he never…” You stammered, getting uncharacteristically embarrassed because it was, truly embarrassing. All those months with him, and half the time you faked it. Selfish prick.

“Never? Oh, baby…” He coos with a dangerous smirk, lip all pouty and mocking, “No wonder you were so desperate for me. You really needed this, huh?” He almost gave a chuckle, caressing your pussy with his middle finger, getting you all ready.

“Jerk-” You want to curse out his cockiness, tell him you don’t need him. Keep him grounded, but the whines he’s pulling out of you are enough to make him grin like a Cheshire cat.

Your breath gets shakier when his finger easies into your walls. “Sshh, relax, baby.” He coos.

“I’ll make you feel so fuckin’ good, doll.” His fingers are slickly working their way in and out of you, filthy sounds mingling with your moans as his nose brushes over your clit, causing your hips to start rocking up to him.

“Had this pretty little thing, and didn’t even know how to take care of it, hmm? What a waste,” He hummed sweetly, index finger thrusting in and out of your sloppy walls.

“If I had known you’d be this fuckin’ soaked, I would’ve done this much sooner,” he taunts, fingers curling inside of you, enjoying the way you gasp out and buck your hips for more.

He dives in, pressing the flat of his tongue against your swollen lips, enjoying, fully tasting you. With a satisfied hum, he brings his eyes to meet yours, all fucked out, “Jesus fuckin’ Christ, had this sweet pussy but never even tasted it… What a fuckin’ dumbass… I’ll give you what you deserve, baby…”

He’s going to explode soon, if he doesn’t make you cum and then fuck you senseless. He can feel his balls draw up more and more, each time you whine, each time you plead for his name as a whisper.

He flicks the tip meticulously, giving you attention everywhere and anywhere, just like he knew you’d like it. “You know, I usually would never do this on a first date,” He mocks, grinning all mouthy and you attempt to dive his mouth further into you, to shut his arrogant ass up, and that fucker resists, “But god, you’re an exception… just begging to be fucked, you deserve this honey, can’t be selfish with you.”

His licks are heavenly, sucking on your clit like a man possessed, and his name falls from your lips in such a filthy way that you don’t even care how pathetic you look anymore. You accept it, you let him take full control, trashing beneath him.

“You like that, angel?” His words are muffled into your cunt, the pad of his thumb still circling around your entrance while he sucks on your clit. Your head sinks further into the softness of the bed, eyes squeezed shut, breaking apart with just his tongue. He moans into your soppy walls, sending a shock wave of pleasure to ripple through you.

He doesn’t even need your words, the visual of you squirming underneath him is enough to have him all bricked up, you taste like the sweetest sin. Velvety walls so tight that it has him bucking his hips into the bed, desperate for some friction, he needs you. And he’s sure he never wanted someone this badly before.

“So fuckin’ special, aren’t you? Such a desperate baby…” You can feel his bulge against your thigh, sitting prettily and throbbing against his boxers. You always heard how big he was, but fuck, you finally get to feel it, and it’s glorious.

And he twitched in his boxers just from eating you out? God, he was fucking perfect.

He dips his head just enough to muffle out a few more words, “I wanna taste you fully, angel. Want you to soak my tongue.” He dives in before you can reply, eliciting dirtier moans from you, alternating between his fingers and his tongue.

He doesn’t care about anything else but you, he wants you panting for him, cumming all over his tongue while you scream his name.

Your thighs start to shake once he pushes two fingers inside of you, gentle but rough enough to have you squirming and bucking your hips more into him, you’re at his mercy, and he loves how tight you are. Just the thought of your tight cunt milking his cock dry has his eyes rolling.

“S-steve,” you breathe out roughly, enjoying how his tongue is licking up that sweet spot. “I know baby,” he taunts all cockily, admiring the way your thighs shake with need. You’re going to cum soon and that prick can feel it.

“N-need to cum, please,” your pleading is unintentional, you just need a desperate release, and he’s so fucking good.

“Cum for me, angel, be a good girl for me, yeah?” Your eyes squeeze shut at the praise, and he takes note of that, admiring the way you tighten around his tongue and fingers at the praise.

His fingers are quick, making you scream out his name louder and louder. “That’s it pretty girl… cum for me.” Arrogant fuck, you wish to say, but the way he laps up your juices has you whining like a little slut. And his smirk grows wider, a wet patch forming on his boxers with how hard he’s straining them, pathetically needing to be inside of you.

You tremble, trash, squirm beneath him, his touches and stripes of licks finally enough to have your stomach twisting, with final screams of “Steve!” and “F-fuck!” the coil inside of you snaps, orgasm overtaking you with such force that your eyes are glued shut.

A gush of sweetness trickles along Steve’s tastebuds, you taste so fucking good that it drives him even crazier, lapping up at your juices and not stopping until he’s sure you’ve collapsed under him.

He’s grinning like crazy, lips all glossy with your juices, and he looks so fucking pretty like this. It makes you want to return the favor.

So badly. And the need to know if the title Big Daddy Steve really suits him or not stirs your stomach, your core pooling with need. If it’s true, your mouth waters with the desire to have him, he looks delicious, and you know he’ll look much more yummy while he’s fucking your mouth, pretty praises leaving his pale rosy lips.

The avoidant part of you screams at you to not do this, but your core is begging for more.

Maybe, just maybe, you could return the favor but still toy with him, take control, and mess with his mind.

Enough to have him begging, pleading for more from you.

As if he can hear your dilemma, he drags you back in, wrapping his fist around your hair as he pulls you toward him and draws your bottom lip into his mouth, all teeth, sucking with an exaggerated hum, “Do you like the way you taste on my tongue?” He mutters against your ear, licking a stripe of your neck.

Jesus, fuck. Now, you had to return the favor.

“Tastes so sweet,” you giggle, you are going to suck him off, but you are going to lead the way now. A smirk gleams on your lips. Teasingly, your hands trace the edge of his boxers, enough to earn a rude whine from him as you squeeze him through the harsh fabric.

You’re quick to yank his shirt off of him without a warning, and he’s quick to flaunt his well-muscled, heaving chest.

Asshole.

With a strong flip, you manage to straddle him, taking him by surprise while you grin at him, and to say Steve is intrigued would be an understatement, his cock twitches at your brow raise. “What are you doing, baby?” He still manages to be so cool that your thighs ache.

“Returning the favor,” you shrug with a smirk, eliciting low grumbles from him when you lower yourself on his chest, leaving sloppy kisses, mouth tracing a trail that leads to his delicious v-line.

You lift the elastic away from his waist, freeing his throbbing tip, the red tip slaps against his abdomen, and your brows pinch together in astonishment admiring it.

Jesus fucking Christ, he was not all talk.

King Steve, indeed.

You had to hand it down to those gossipy cheerleaders, they had described him to a t, perfect girth, slightly bent to the left, and big, really fucking big, you probably needed to use your hands along with your glossed lips to take all of him in.

He chuckled at your expression, basking in the glory of your widened eyes, “Like what you see, angel?” Another taunt, but you ignore it with a smirk this time. Pooling saliva in your mouth, you spit on the angry tip, Steve hisses at the impact and watches with a low grumble once you wrap your palm around his shaft.

He reveled in how perfectly your soft manicured fingers looked around his delicate bubblegum pink tip, attending to his every need.

Your warm fingers are working their way around his cock, coating his length with your spit as you tugged at it gently, causing his eyes to nearly roll back in his head.

He tries his best to swallow his groans, but his hips desperately jerk up at your hand, desperately fucking it, rendering you speechless.

“You like that, baby?” Your tone was teasing, and if he didn’t feel like he was about to explode he would’ve gripped your hair and fucked your mouth with such roughness that all that you would be thinking about would be his huge cock, punishing you for being such a tease, but he was the one wrapped around your finger now, literally.

“S’big, Stevie,” you coyly batted your lashes at him, and a shuddered breath left your parted lips as you looked up at him between his thighs.

He almost wept at the sight, shit shit shit, you were all of his dreams wrapped into one, and he could barely speak. Your palm easily glided down his length, saliva working as a lubricant as you teased him further.

Your other palm was quick to cup his balls, massaging them and giving them a gentle tug, while your other hand still glided down his length, enjoying the way he struggled not to let out loud groans in your hold.

Without any other word, your head tilted down, quick to mouth the tip of his intense tip, it was almost hot to touch, waiting to be attended to, so needy. Just like him.

You swipe his tip, collecting his pearl of pre-cum gently. “Jesus f-fuck!” Pathetic coarse whines leave his parted lips, he lets you take control, eyes clenched tightly.

You give his tip more kitten licks, trying to get your throat ready for his lengthy cock. “Just like that, honey,” He praises with his head thrown back, he avoids looking into your eyes, knowing that the fucked out look on your face as your pouty lips wrapped around his cock would be enough to have him spill down your throat in seconds.

And it would be a bit embarrassing for Steve, to lose his reputation to you in a matter of seconds.

“More…” He demands, but you ignore it while you continue your teasing sweet flicks on his tip, feeling him twitch around your tongue. “Pretty girl,” He whines and jolts his pelvis for more, desperate and needy. Just where you want him.

“Mhmm?” You whine with your mouth full, it sends a rush of pleasure through him, “Suck it, baby,” he whines again, this time pained with need. Your greedy eyes smile up at him and he’s sure you have done something to him.

Because he never wanted to cum this bad before. He wants to wipe that smirk off your face while you gag on his cum, struggling to swallow all of it as it spills down your cheeks, glistening your breasts, ruining that gloss forever, and instead, you walk around with his semen all over your face and lips.

It pulls a twisted groan out of him, you make him feel so perverted and he can’t fucking help himself. You finally accept his pleas, and with one glorious tug, you finally wrap your lips around his cock, fully, getting teary-eyed each time you try to take more of his flesh.

Steve can’t help himself, his head is dipped down, and he immediately feels his balls ache at the visual of you, crystal tears staining your cheeks, and even then, that lewd look did not leave your eyes.

“F-fucking slut, just like that,” His groans are uncontrollable, hips bucking further into your mouth. You don’t let him yank you by your hair, just yet. You let your mouth adjust to him, sucking him deep and tight.

“Such a good girl, suckin’ my cock with all she has, mmpf.” His praise has your core clenching, damn him.

He admires your pouty lips fully wrapped around his flesh, sucking and hollowing your cheeks as you wail for him, “Shit, shit, baby, l-look so pretty with my cock down your throat, mmhmm…” He coos, words incoherent.

“Will look even prettier with my cum shooting down that throat, isn’t that right, angel?” You hummed in agreement, looking up at him with your dark, hooded gaze, an unintentional grin playing on your lips.

He mumbled a string of curses, praising you, worshipping you. You continued your stroke on his base harshly, working the head with your tongue, a new angle that had him go absolutely insane.

“Mmmhmm, need your cum, Stevie.” You mumbled, momentarily letting your hand do all the work before you dove back in, taking his stiff cock deep in your throat, he had been struggling before, but your words were his last straw.

Because it was exactly what he fucking wanted, owning your mouth, and fucking it with ease.

His palm turned into a fist the second he held your hair, yanking it down as he pushed you further down on his cock, enjoying the way it hit the back of your throat, you gagged around it, all teary and Steve’s head fell back in pure ecstasy. “Y-yes, yes, fuck!”

“Gonna cum, baby, mmmpf, god-” He panted, his cock twitching more and more you sucked on him.

“Gonna fuckin’ s-shit-” He shuddered, thighs shaking while your throat continued to squeeze the tip of his cock, and once you gave his balls some more attention, he knew he was a goner.

“Fuckin’ give i-it to you,” He barely let out when his eyes glued shut together, almost rolling to the back of his head when you gagged around his cock, with a glorious groan of “Fuuuuuck!” Steve came in your mouth, hips still bucking into your throat as a spurt of his warm load spilled down your throat, coating it nicely.

You only let go of his softened cock with a ‘pop!’ sound once you made sure you sucked him dry, swallowing all of it while Steve watched you with such a dazzled look that it almost made you want to do more with him. But, no. This had been enough.

You enjoyed his salty taste in your mouth and the way his fingers and mouth worked inside of you. And that was enough for you. For now.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” He grumbled a chuckle that had you grinning and winking at him. God, men really were easy. One blowjob and Steve was already looking at you like you were the most precious thing in his life.

You had to go easy on him, tell him that you weren’t going to let him fuck you.

Because you got what you wanted, an orgasm, and the reputation of fucking “King Steve”, everyone would be gossiping about the two of you by now, it was a matter of time before that douchebag found out.

He tried to pull you in for a kiss, but you were quick to dodge it, getting up from the softness of the bed with a groan while Steve curiously eyed you.

His brows were quick to pinch together, watching the way you easily slipped your tight dress on your body while you admired yourself in the mirror. Rubbing your lips together to fix your gloss, fingertips cleaning over the smeared mascara running down your cheeks.

“W-what are you doing?” He inquired, his face quick to fall down.

You shrugged nonchalantly, “I want to go dance,” brows then raised in excitement “Ooohh! Maybe I could get some more weed, have you seen Munson around?” You questioned, that lustful look still dancing in your eyes.

“Uhhh…” he stammered, still confused on what the fuck just happened. “Y-yeah I think-”

“Thank fuckin’ god!” You hummed with a giggle, rushing over to his side, sloppily planting a kiss on his cheek, all shiny and smeared with his juices.

You were halfway through the door when Steve’s protests stopped you. “Wait, wait, wait!” He straightened up, softened cock and all, his glistening chest was begging to be touched, but as you decided, not today.

“What the fuck? I thought-”

“What?” You asked cluelessly, brows raised.

“We were just getting started, angel,” He tried, but his voice wasn’t as arrogant or confident as it was before, and it took you so much to not let your lips twitch into a smirk.

One orgasm and he was already broken? Steve was fun to play with it.

Your giggle at him would’ve felt mocking if you didn’t do it so prettily, Steve just watched in awe.

The poor boy.

“You didn’t think it would be that easy, would you?” You tilted your head with a pout. Oh, you were good, he had to give you that.

Because once he literally got a taste of you, he wasn’t going to stop.

His lips kissed his teeth, it was surely hypocritical of him to think this was unfair since that’s what he always did to other girls.

“But–”

“See you around, pretty boy,” you cooed, throwing a wink toward his way, and shutting the door with that. Leaving Steve all alone.

He had never felt this way before. The way his cock twitched just the thought of you again had his mind flooding, you used him, gave him the best fucking head of his life, and then left.

Maybe this game would’ve pissed him off if someone else did it to him, if it was any other girl he would’ve lost interest, thinking she was trying too fucking hard, but it was you.

And all it did was drive Steve crazier, and make the chase all the more fun, and Steve was nothing, if not persuasive.

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“PRE-WAR TRAUMA”

summary: yn is afraid she might be the reason steve dies the next time they go into the upside down. genre: angst, fluff. warnings: swearing, stranger things v2 spoilers. hints of depression. pairing: steve harrington x munson!reader. an: the reader is eddie’s younger cousin, but they both live with mr. munson so eddie treats her like his younger sister. set in v2?? i think???

You didn’t think you’d been yelling, but your voice travelled all the way downstairs Nancy’s house. “I DON’T CARE WHAT STEVE OR EDDIE THINKS, ROBIN! I’M NOT UPSET, I’M FINE!”

Robin crossed her arms, “Y/N, you’ve been acting miserable and shitty all day! You yelled at Nancy because the batteries didn’t fit the radios properly! You’re being mean to the kids! You kicked your cousin in the shin! Eddie wasn’t too happy about it, you know! And you’ve been ignoring Steve the whole day! Oh my god, don’t even get me started on Steve -”

But Robin never actually got to start talking about Steve, because you walked into the nearest room and slammed the door loudly in her face before she could continue speaking.

You groaned loudly and flopped onto the bed before realising you were in Nancy’s room, the pink walls a little too bright for your liking, but you weren’t going to get up any time soon, so you might as well take it all in.

On the wall next to the door, there was a cupboard with a messy surface, a jewelry box that Robin had picked up the day before and reluctantly put back down. On the wall next to the shelf there was a closet which was half open, the inside of the door tacked with a Madonna poster. Across the bed was a desk with a collage of photos above it.

You couldn’t help but smile, she’d already put the polaroid photo in the muddle. It’s our last day on Earth, you’d said yesterday, let’s all take a photo for at least one of us to remember when the rest of us are dead. Even though Dustin looked horrified and Robin hit you upside the head for making such a depressing comment, everyone agreed that yes, taking a photo could lift our spirits.

So you took eight photos, one for each of you, the kids in the front with Mad in the middle, though in this one she was frowning because she didn’t like the idea of taking so many photos. Dustin and Lucas were doing bunny ears on her head. You stood behind them, between your boyfriend and your cousin. Steve had to stand at the edge because he was so damn tall. Robin stood next to Eddie, who made his infamous rock-on sign with his hands, and had his tongue out.

The photo was actually blurry. Nancy had wanted to be in it, too, and had run in just before the shutter had gone off, around the same time Steve had kissed you, Eddie and Robin shared looks with each other, Max crossed her arms and Dustin and Lucas turned at the two of you with horrified faces. No one was actually looking at the camera. Not even Max, because she was rolling her eyes.

And suddenly you were crying. You’d wished that Nancy hadn’t put up that photo. Because yesterday wasn’t your last day. Today was. It was the last time you’d be around your friends. Around your cousin, a man accused for murder. Your best friend Robin, her crush Nancy, and your boyfriend, Steve. Also, like, these weird children he hanged around with a lot? But it didn’t matter that they were weird. You’d grown attached to them, even the ones in California.

You cried softly again, your smooth black hair flowing below your shoulders, the tears down your cheeks. That was the only thing you and Eddie had in common; the colour of your hair. Well, that and your attitude. You had a love for music, too, but Eddie always said indie music “wasn’t music”.

In fact, Eddie wasn’t too thrilled when he’d found out you were dating “Pretty Boy Steve Harrington Who Doesn’t Know his Ass From his Head.” three years ago, and especially not when Steve’s friends made fun of Eddie being into that “satanic cult shit”. And he was still miffed about it when you found him in Reefer Rick’s trailer, which was probably why he almost tried to kill your boyfriend the first time they properly met... but after Dustin’s persuasive speech and Eddie seeing Steve step up in that tiny boat on Lover’s Lake to lecture you about safety, well, Eddie was okay after that.

Which was exactly the problem. Not Eddie being okay with you dating Steve, but with you dating Steve. It might very well be your last day on Earth tonight, on this dimension. But you weren’t about to let it be Steve’s.

And if you and Steve were dating, well... to put it shortly, you knew that if it was you who’d dived that night, he would’ve gone after you, too. And that was the main issue here. That Steve was going to die tonight, and it was going to be your fault.

You would blow up in his face in a near-death situation and he would try to save you and would save you but he would die doing it, he would die doing it and you’d be alive and he would be dead and it would be all your fault.

The space on the bed next to you sank and you jumped up in surprise, taking your head out of your hands before groaning loudly again, seeing who it was. Steve ignored the groan, smiling gently instead. “Hey,” he gave you a small wave, “how are you doing?” and you crossed your arms before turning to face Nancy’s shelf, “I’m doing fine.” and even though you weren’t looking, you knew that Steve was giving you that stupid look with that stupid condescending expression.

“Okay,” and you knew he was playing with his hands, too. “Okay, that’s good. So why did you yell at Robin, then? She wasn’t too upset about it, but she said she’s worried because she thinks you’re loosing your shit.” his words made you turn around at him and glare, “I’m not loosing my shit. And I didn’t yell at her.” rolling your eyes, crossing your arms.

Steve sighed heavily, “baby, you yelled so loud we could hear you from Mike’s basement.” your stomach churned with guilt, but you weren’t about to let him win any time soon. You shook your head furiously, “I wasn’t yelling. I wasn’t.” Steve reached forwards, “baby, it’s okay if you were. You’re stressed, we all are. Even Robin’s not upset about it, baby. She understands.” You were still shaking your head, “I wasn’t yelling!” you were yelling again, but this time you knew.

The tears formed in your eyes and Steve sighed quietly, “baby. What’s wrong, honey?” you buried into his denim jacket, “it’s okay if I die,” crying softly with your legs curled up into his lap, “but it - it’s not okay if you die,” choking out the words before he could argue anything back, “I can’t - you - I don’t want you to die for me, Stevie, I wanna br - we have to break up because if not you’ll die for me, you’ll die for me and I’ll be here and you’ll not even be there, you’ll just be gone and it will have been all my fault, I’d have killed you and it will have been my fault, please just break up with me please.”

And you’d only seen Steve cry once, when he was drunk. But this time he cried he cried loud, rumbled sobs, not even bothering to hide it. “I’m not leaving you,” he spoke stubbornly, and his tears fell deep into your head, “I’m never leaving you. You won’t ever kill me, baby, no matter how hard you try. You will fail, because you’ll never be able to get rid of me, I’m sticking to you like glue. Lobsters mate for life, Y/N. And I swear to god I am gonna be around even after our sixth kid’s funeral...”

You stopped crying and Steve laughed softly, kissing your forehead gently. You sniffed and smiled before frowning and looking up, “six kids?” the shock settling in as he sniffed the tears away, “you want me to have six kids? Are you out of your fucking mind, Steven? I don’t even want children, Henderson! That’s a fucking throng!” but Steve nodded eagerly, his puppy-dog eyes shining in caramel tones of tinted coffee and shades of browns.

“Yeah! Six little Harrington nuggets. We could get one of those trailer things and drive around in the summer and go to the Rockies or the Grand Canyon. Eddie can come too.” and you snorted at the thought of Eddie on a road trip with children. Then you rolled your eyes, “I don’t care. I’m not pushing out six kids, no, not even spaced out!” you added furiously, as Steve opened his mouth, probably to say, what if they were all a few years apart? and you shook your head, “it’s one or two. One or two, you got that, Harrington?” Steve chuckled at this, kissing you softly on the lips.

“Okay,” he said, still smiling, “I can live with that. But the point is... you’re not getting rid of me any time soon, baby.” and you sniffed before giggling quietly. You scoffed, “jesus. Six kids. You know, you’re not the one with the uterus! You’re fucking crazy, Harrington.” and Steve put his arms up in surrender.

“Okay, okay! I get it. One or two. A boy and a girl, maybe. Are you sure you don’t want three?” you giggled again before shoving him playfully to the side, “one or two!” and Steve leapt up from where you’d pushed him, “grahhhhh! I can’t beleieve you’ll only have two of my six kids! How are the defaults gonna carry on the family name?” you were still giggling, “are you sure you’re not the original default gene, Stevie?” making him shout “grahhh!” again, attacking you with ferocious tickles that made you shriek with sobs of laughter.

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