#steve harrington ᰔ

[venuslore]

𖥔 𝐀 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𖥔

summary ; steve wakes you in the middle of the night to what you think is a nightmare

pairing ; steve harrington x girlfriend!reader

notes ; pet names, swearing, f and m orgasm, breast play, mentions of nightmares, p in v sex. let me know if i forgot any !

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steve's murmurs are what pull you from your sleep, his tiresome tossing and turning making it impossible for you to settle beside him. more times than not it was the result of a nightmare, his past experiences getting the better of him while he was at his most vulnerable.

"stevie…" you groan, softly shaking his shoulder until he stirs, letting out a small gasp before slowly blinking his eyes. "…you were having another bad dream."

it takes him a moment to answer, his voice groggy and brows furrowed in the middle. he rubs his eyes, "i was?"

you nod, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead before rolling back over. "you were groaning again, and moving around a lot."

there’s a small moment of silence as steve takes in his surroundings, and it all makes sense when he checks beneath the blanket.

"baby…" he scoots himself closer to you, wrapping you up in his arms from behind and nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck. his skin is soft against yours and the hair on his chest is warm. "… it wasn’t a bad dream. it was a good one.”

"a good dream?" you indulge, leaning into his touch, and he presses himself into you, giving you the answer you were looking for. "oh… a good dream."

he hums in your ear, a soft chuckle escaping him as his breath is hot against your neck, "… a good dream." he repeats, pressing sloppy wet kisses along the back of your neck now, and you relish in the feeling of his lips on you. "… a really good dream."

"and what exactly happened in this really good dream?" you ask.

"well… you were there… and i was there… and we were in bed." his voice is low in your ear, relaying what had been occupying his dreams, and you hum in acknowledgment. "and i was touching you… like this."

he moves the hand that was snaked beneath you under your shirt now and starts to knead your breast. rolling his fingers over your nipple until it's plump and taut beneath his touch. your head lulls back against him, big eyes staring up at him as he focuses on the now hard cherubs poking through the material on your chest.

"what else?" you whisper, though it comes out shaky.

he meets your gaze, big brown eyes staring down at you under the moonlight with a smirk splayed across his lips, though he doesn't answer you this time. he simply pulls your shirt up to reveal your chest and takes your other breast in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive tip as your breathing speeds up.

"mmmm, what happened next, baby?" you ask, a little impatient now as the heat between your legs inclines, your walls growing moist with arousal.

he pulls his tongue away from you, the cold air hitting your wet skin, and he returns to his position behind you, his lips soft against your ear. "you spread your legs wide open for me."

you swallow hard, a desperate gasp leaving your lips as you do what he says, slowly spreading your legs for him. it's only seconds before one of his hands slowly starts to explore you, rubbing over your panties with a feather-light touch.

your chest heaves at an uneven pace, gasps leaving your lips as you stare at him through your lashes, eyes upturning with craving. his fingers trace the band of your underwear, fingers slipping in, only to stop before he reaches your sweet spot.

"you didn't want me to touch you though," he completely halts his movements, your heart racing and need for him to touch you growing at an inexplicable rate. he leers in close, lips touching the edge of your ear. "no, baby. you wanted me to fuck you. you were begging me to fill your pretty little hole with my cock."

you were pulsating with desire, wanting, needing to feel him inside you. "stevie, baby, please. i need you." you whimper.

"i know you can do better than that." he draws his bottom lip between his teeth as he slowly removes his hand from your panties.

"i need to feel you. i want you to fill my pretty little hole with your big, ginormous, cock, stevie."

that's all he needs to hear before shimmying out of his shorts, as you remove your own panties, and lining himself up at your entrance. one hand is firmly wrapped around your thigh, holding it in the air with ease as he slowly slides the tip across your folds, collecting the wetness that had gathered.

"you're already so wet," a devilish grin tugs at his lips. "all that just for me, baby?"

"always for you." you trace his jawline with your finger.

a groan bellows from the back of his throat, his jaw tightening, eyes flittering and he slowly presses himself in. a mixture of moans and pants leave you both as he pushes himself into your warmth, burying himself as far and deep as he could.

"let me know when you're ready, okay?" he drops his head into the crook of your neck, the feeling of you wrapped around him already pushing him to his edge. you did things to him that no other woman ever could, to the point that just stretching you out was a complicated task for him.

after a moment, you tap him on the arm, signalling that you were ready for him to start moving, and he does. your skin grows damp, sticking to steve's front as a thin coat of sweat forms over you both. the hairs on his chest creating a soft padding as he thrusts himself into you, sinking into your goodness at a torturous pace.

"fuck, steve," you cry his name, hands reaching around to entangle in his dark locks, and pulling ever so slightly.

"mmm, feel s'good around me, baby," he says through gritted teeth, his core meeting yours as satiable moans leave you both — filling the silence of the room as he focuses on filling you.

steve doesn't let up the rhythm he had built, your mouth blown wide from the ever-growing sensation, the ball of suspense begging to burst. his hands tightly grab at you with so much want, so much need, with each and every jut of his hips.

"oh my god, right there." you exclaim, moving yourself back into him now to speed up his pace, tugging on his hair harder. "i'm so close."

"fuck…" steve hisses, his movements becoming sloppy. "i want you to cum with me. okay, baby?"

nodding your head rapidly, the ball in the bottom of your stomach starts to unravel, sending a wave of ecstasy through your body. unable to stay still as you come undone, steve fills your hole with his creamy secretion. the liquid warm inside you as an array of curses leave his lips and he slows his movements, eventually coming to a stop as you both lay there spent.

"was that how your dream ended?" you pant, unable to hide your smile.

licking his lower lip, he shakes his head, "no. it was better."

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[thyme-in-a-bubble]

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summary: after getting accepted into a prestigious private school, Steve finally decides to tell his best friend how he feels.

warnings: Steve Harrington x reader, private school!reader, perv!Steve, friends to lovers, all characters are over 18, innocent!reader, explicit sexual content, truly just a lot of porn, total word count is 23,5k

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CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

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just some upcoming wips…

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[amorchai]

hi bubba, i'm here requesting the lil stevie blurb you wrote for me a while ago; the one with the bonfire and him being all sweet ᰔ

𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄.

pairing(s): steve harrington x reader

words: 918

warnings/tags: all the gang being themselves, cursing.

a/n: this is a repost from my old account, the original post gained 700 notes.

the radiating warmth of not only the bonfire in front but the length of steve’s chest pressed against your back is enough to send you into a hazy slumber. if it weren’t for his constant moving as he watched everyone.

your head tucked under your boyfriend’s chin, steve’s arms gently encased your frame and had been for the past hour. the small get together at eddie’s ended with only a few of you left. nancy had drove most of the kids home, max staying as she only lived a trailer across and lucas was stuck to her side; steve opting to drive him back later.

eddie was using his hands atop his knees to make some careless noise amongst conversation with robin whilst steve watched fondly as lucas and max bicker, including him every so often with a ‘steve, tell her,’ or ‘stay outta this, steve, don’t listen to this doofus.’

steve couldn’t get involved, too wrapped up in the ambience of your sleepy nature against him. your breath fanned his neck and your hands clutched his jacket tightly, humming every so often when you stirred from threatened sleep.

“fuck you, honest to god, y/n! back me up here!” hands which previously coursed up and down your back with a sickeningly sweet graze freeze when steve glared at eddie munson from his spot. the kids from beside him follow his gaze when steve tries his best to whisper shout, “shut up, holy crap what ever happened to indoor voices with you lot, huh?”

“i know you weren’t the best in school, steve, but it’s basic common sense to know we’re outside right now.”

his glare moves to robin, ready to make another remark when your nose nudges against his jaw with another hum escaping you, stirring to lay your front against his while hands flatten against his chest which is currently alight with love. causing his throat to close and to shut up entirely.

“i’m not asleep, stevie. still here.” your hands move when steve’s chest vibrates with a chuckle, your words saying one thing but your expression saying a hell of the lot more.

your eyes are half-lidded, filled with a sleepiness, your cheeks look oh-so-soft and steve resists the urge to run the back of his finger over so gently like he’d break you. plus the light from the fire doesn’t help how he feels, not when the warm glow makes you look so much sweeter.

“y/n! queen or the beatles?” eddie’s voice interjects and steve leans down to press a long kiss to your head, lips murmuring against yours in the process, “sorry, baby.” you giggle lazily, hugging yourself closer to your boyfriend, knees bending so you essentially look like a koala clung to a tree.

“queen.”

a rapid beat fills your eardrums as eddie slaps his knees to the chorus of ‘we will rock you’ before standing up and leaning towards robin’s face, “told you! nobody beats freddie mercury, man. nobody!”. eddie looks over to you, face hidden in steve’s frame but eddie still speaks, not caring if it’s not really heard, “this is why you’re my favourite, y/n.”

“y/n’s clearly delirious, isn’t thinking straight,” robin starts.

“yeah, she’s like half asleep,” max continues.

you hardly listen to them, the fall air crisp against your back but steve’s quick to keep you warm. the scent of his woody cologne filling your nostrils and working like a charm to make you feel more woozy and tired, entirely safe in his arms.

“y/n deserves extra marshmallows,” eddie announces in retaliation while leaning down to grip the large bag they shared by the fire earlier to throw it in your direction. steve raises his arm to catch the plastic before discarding it to his side while responding, “y/n deserves some well-needed rest.”

you murmur incoherently against steve’s chest and he runs his hand over your head while whispering, “it’s okay, baby. i’ll get you home to bed.” little did steve know you were far more content at the back of eddie’s garden, lame bonfire while pressed against your boyfriend.

“just stay here?” eddie says as if it’s the simplest thing and steve feels you push against his hand, eyes open once again trying to lift yourself up as you start to disagree, “no, no, no. stevie, we can’t.”

everyone watches you ramble tiredly, steve kissing your forehead while his arms wrapped around your lower back comfortingly, “okay, baby—” but you continue as he speaks back, “we can’t stay, gotta drive lucas to basketball practice first thing tomorrow. gotta go home.”

“you’re right,” steve starts, everyone else confused while steve only smiles at you in complete adoration as you both attempt to move from your comfortable position. steve turns to max and lucas, spinning his finger as a signal to ‘wrap things up,’ “c’mon, lucas. let’s get you home, bud.”

everyone makes a move, lucas nervously leaning in to kiss max’s cheek while steve helps swing his jacket over your shoulder before tucking your tired state under his arm. “robin, need a lift?” asks steve, allowing you a few extra peaceful moments to feel the warm fire against your body.

“think i’m staying here.”

“let’s go, bub,” steve squeezes you while kissing your cheek, his affection only making you feel more tired and light-headed, in the best way while you're guided from the warm fire and instead promised to be cuddled to sleep in the comfort of your bed, your boyfriend right by your side like always.

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[twistnet]

stranger things masterlist

✶ = smut/sexual themes.  ᰔ = author fav.  § = read warnings.

ROBIN BUCKLEY

✰ IMAGINES

cheerleader — robin’s ben in love with you, a cheerleader, since the two of you first met in freshman biology. now it seems her dreams have finally come true in getting the girl she’s always wanted ꒰ ᰔ ꒱

wishing it was me, instead of her — watching robin get ready for a date that wasn’t with you hurt a lot more than you could have ever expected

✰ HEADCANONS/CONCEPTS

dating an artist

STEVE HARRINGTON

✰ IMAGINES

you are — steve’s messed up, so he does the only thing he knows to get himself back into your favor -- bey being an absolute dork ꒰ ᰔ ꒱

how i picture you — steve comes across your drawings while cleaning up his apartment, and is amazed to see how you view him through your eyes

after the beep... — steve’s gonna be late, and wants to let you know

EDDIE MUNSON

✰ IMAGINES

social outcast — you’re the resident bad girl, not afraid to hurt peoples feelings and get into fights; he’s a freak, who plays d&d and can never seem to graduate. what an unlikely pair the two of you make

to mordor — in which eddie convinces you to read the lord of the rings, leading to the two of you to have some very nerdy conversations about lore

CHRISSY CUNNINGHAM

✰ IMAGINES

sparkling blue — it’s right before the big game, and you’re tasked with helping your girlfriend put the finishing touches on her makeup ꒰ ᰔ ꒱

DMITRI ‘ENZO’ ANTONOV

✰ IMAGINES

to hold — hopper and murray have an odd habit of dropping off russian fugitives to your home, and you’re finding you may like this one more than you thought

to have — it’s been three months since murray and jim showed up on your doorstep with mikhail, and you couldn't have asked for a better family than the two russian’s occupying your house

marry me? — at the aspect of dying tonight, some truths are spoken

against all odds — somehow, you managed to beat the odds that are stacked high against you; as escaping a secret russian prison wasn’t exactly an easy feat nor something people attempted on a regular basis ꒰ ᰔ ꒱

all dressed up — you're invited to hop's birthday celebration -- his first one since arriving back home from russia. and it marks the first occasion that your partner, dmitri, gets to see you all dressed up ꒰ ᰔ ꒱

✰ HEADCANONS/CONCEPTS

nsfw alphabet ꒰ ✶ ꒱

NANCY WHEELER

✰ IMAGINES

oblivious — her mom thinks the two of you are just friends -- however, if she found out what the two of you were doing when you finally got to her room, you’d probably never see each other again ꒰ ✶ ꒱

ALEXEI SMIRNOFF

✰ HEADCANONS/CONCEPTS

dating a hawkins lab experiment 

JIM HOPPER

✰ IMAGINES

mistakes — waking up in a strangers bed is nerve-racking, especially when that stranger turns out to be the chief of police, jim hopper

breakfast preparation — who knew that getting breakfast together would lead to another chapter following the night before? ꒰ ✶ ꒱

needle on the record — after you and jim finally encounter the young girl he had been leaving waffles for in the bait box, the three of you set off to work in getting hop’s old cabin in order

PETER BALLARD // 001

✰ IMAGINES

coming soon

ARGYLE

✰ IMAGINES

coming soon

GENERAL

✰ HEADCANONS/CONCEPTS

how they make it up to you after taking their stress/anger out on you  ꒰ § ꒱

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[venuslore]

imagine having the worst possible nights sleep. unable to get comfy. or fall asleep for ages. your mind racing with a million thoughts about things you should’ve said in those moments. then just being able to roll over into his arms and let him cradle you until you do eventually start to feel tired. your eyes fall heavy to the sound of his breathing mixed with his soothing little hums as he runs his fingers softly in circulation motions across your back. his torso pressed flush against your own as your legs tangle beneath the sheets. he has you totally encapsulated by him. both literally and metaphorically. he leaves the most gentle kisses on your forehead, not wanting himself to fall asleep until he’s made sure you have first. even as his own eyes begin to fail him, and he lets out his own little yawns. he’s determined to get you to sleep first. your head nestled against his chest as his head rests on yours, and he knows once your breathing slows into a steady rhythm he too can finally go to sleep ᰔ

#— ꒰ ‧ ₊˚ vee daydreams ˖꙳‧ ꒱ #yes… i did just have the worst nights sleep and this is where that stems from #also i didn’t have any one person in mind when writing this #… i had multiple… #so i’m tagging it as those people ! #steve harrington ᰔ #rafe cameron ᰔ #peter parker ᰔ #joel miller ᰔ #peeta mellark ᰔ #steve harrington x reader #rafe cameron x reader #peter parker x reader #joel miller x reader #peeta mellark x reader #steve harrington x you #rafe cameron x you #peter parker x you #joel miller x you #peeta mellark x you #steve harrington x y/n #rafe cameron x y/n #peter parker x y/n #joel miller x y/n #peeta mellark x y/n #steve harrington imagine #rafe cameron imagine #peter parker imagine #joel miller imagine #peeta mellark imagine

[venuslore]

the first time steve sees your boobs he's over the moon. he's like a child being taken to a candy store; he can't look away, doesn't want to look away. he knew how you felt about your body, how you covered yourself up, but with him... you felt safe. you were wearing a sweater, one of his, and had removed your bra through the sleeve. this amazed steve. it was like witchcraft. watching you take it off without showing so much as a glimpse of skin. he stares, bewildered. he could see how nervous you were, your fingers playing with the hem of the sweater as you try to stall him, but he pulls you close, hands wrapping around your waist, "it's me, baby. it's just me." the sweetness in his voice surely convinces you and matched with the softness of his dewy brown eyes, how could you say no? heaving a sigh, you slowly begin to pull the material up your tummy, revealing more skin than steve had ever really seen of you, and the second your breasts are free, he stiffens in his seat. his eyes are immediately drawn to your nipples, the small cherubs of skin hardening and he swallows hard. his hand instinctively lifts to touch them but he stops before looking to you for confirmation, which you give through a shy nod. his thumb rolls over the bumps, soft against your breasts as he encapsulates them in his hands. "don't know what you were so nervous about, baby" he pulls his gaze away from them to look at you, "they're so pretty." ᰔ

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[venuslore]

whenever you visit steve at family video, more times than not, you're leaving with your guts rearranged and your pussy fed. he gets so easily bored working the morning shift, especially on week days, that he practically begs you to come in and keep him company. but you know just as much as he does that you're going to end up in the back room with your underwear around your ankles and steve buried so deep in you that you're going to have shaky legs for the rest of the day ᰔ

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[venuslore]

"your heart is beating so fast right now." this prompt is so steve harrington x shy!r. i'm thinking something along the lines of making out w steve and he accidentally feels your pulse and takes it upon himself to tease you for it (lovingly ofc)

requested by @bruisedboys ᰔ

𖥔 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄 𖥔

kissing steve felt like falling into a blanket of clouds that you could roll around in for hours, letting them embrace you and caress your skin with their softness. you didn't care how sore or swollen your lips became, you could kiss him forever.

just thinking about it made your mind go fuzzy, your heart race, and apparently you weren't the only one noticing it.

steve pulls his lips away from you, his brows knitted in the centre of his forehead, "woah, your heart is beating so fast right now."

instinctively, you press a hand to your chest. he was right. your heart was thudding profusely. you could feel your cheeks starting to heat up at the realisation.

"is that - is that because of me?" he asks, almost concerned, but more chuffed with himself than anything. "do i make you nervous?"

he leans in closer, a teasing smile on his face and you push him away gently, "not nervous... just... nice."

"not nervous... just nice," he repeats, almost mockingly and you know you're never going to hear the end of it.

#— ꒰ ‧ ₊˚ vee daydreams ˖꙳‧ ꒱ #steve harrington ᰔ #mallory ᰔ #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington fic #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington concept #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington fluff

[venuslore]

𖥔 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐍' 𖥔

summary ; steve comes home to find you more than just asleep

pairing ; steve harrington x girlfriend!reader

notes ; female oral seggs, slightly pervy steve, kinda exhibitionism, somnophilia. let me know if i forgot any !

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the air was sticky, cascading a blanket of humidity over your body. a light sheen of sweat present on your now dewy skin. it was hot — too hot for your liking — and you cursed your shitty old air conditioner for breaking at the hottest time of the year.

given your losses, it was enough to warrant your desire of wearing absolutely nothing while having to spend the day cleaning your small apartment. you weren't sure how you had let things get so far behind, but with multiple loads of washing and a kitchen sink filled with dishes, you weren't about to slug yourself around and torture yourself with unnecessary layers of clothing.

you danced around the kitchen, twirling on the tips of your toes as you placed dishes into their designated spots. sticking the occasional finger up at the broken air conditioner for damning you to endure such insufferable temperatures, and for making steve take on more shifts at work so that you could afford to fix it.

after hours of cleaning, the warmth finally starts to take its toll, tiring you out until you couldn't possibly stand on your feet any longer. you seek refuge in the bedroom, falling into a heap on the bed where your book from this morning still laid.

the sheets are soft against your bareness, fitting into every curve and crevice. the window above your bed is open, letting in small gusts of summer as you slowly flip through the pages once more. but not even the words of your favourite author could keep you awake, and your eyes begin to flitter closed.

it's not until the late afternoon that steve finally ventures home from the video store, climbing the staircase in the building and letting out an exasperated sigh when he reaches the door to your apartment. his fingers are tired from constantly prying open video covers and sifting through tapes to scan — all he wants is to see your face.

his shoulders fall when he enters, expecting you to be sitting in the lounge reading a book or baking away in the kitchen like you always were — you loved to surprise him with new recipes — but you weren't doing either of those things.

he's surprised by the silence, and even more so when he makes his way to the bedroom and sees you in bed. the furrow in his brow quickly dissipates, and breath catches in the back of his throat. your face is all cute and puffy as you sleep, lips swollen and cheek squished against your book, but he's mostly surprised by the view he had been granted the second he walked in the door.

another gust of warmth dances across your body, causing your nipples to taut. it was a new sensation, one that you seemed to like, as you stir from your sleep, tossing and turning to get more comfortable atop the sheets. spreading your legs open for some sort of relief while also giving steve the perfect view of your flower as he stands at the foot of the bed. he swallows hard now, his jaw tensing as a heat begins to build up inside his pants, his member straining against the compact of his jeans.

there was nothing steve loved more than the sight of you opening up for him, showing off your velvety centre and letting him bury his head between your thighs. he loved the sight of you — the taste of you on his tongue — and as he stood there watching as you had unintentionally given him the thing he desired the most, he couldn't not think about how you tasted in that moment.

slowly, he slips off his shoes, unbuckles his belt and lets his jeans fall to the floor in a heap, giving his shaft some release as a growl forms in the back of his throat. his family video vest and polo shirt following suit, and with careful motions, he crawls across the bed towards your middle.

he wanted, no needed, you on his tongue now.

he moves forward enough to wrap his hands around the underside of your thighs, large fingers holding them apart in case you felt the urge to close them on him. then, taking in the sight of your beautiful sleeping face once more, knowing how much you were going to love his little wake-up, and with a smirk splayed across his lips, he slowly swipes his tongue across your goodness.

he revels in the taste of you. sweet on his tongue and already slightly wet. you must've been having a good dream.

it takes you a moment, slowly stirring from your sleep, grasping at the sheets around your head while steve laps up your taste. he begins to move his tongue at a faster pace now, making sure to get you nice and wet before starting on your sweet little bundle of nerves.

the instant contact sends a rush of goosebumps across your skin and sets you alight with ecstasy, a whimper leaving your lips as you finally come to. your chest is heaving, rising and falling so dramatically that it takes you a moment to collect yourself.

"w-when did you get home?" you ask between heavy pants, a moan escaping you at the end when he hits your most sensitive spot.

he pulls his tongue away momentarily and you instantly regret asking the question, wanting his touch back on you. his hair tickles your thighs as he moves to press a chaste kiss on your lips, letting you get a small taste of yourself, "a few minutes ago. i couldn't resist..." he smirks before delving right back into your sweetness, this time with the help of this thumb on your clit as he works magic on your core.

"well, i'm glad you couldn't - fuck, stevie." you cut yourself off, the pleasure consuming your every last thought.

steve rubs small circles on the nub, as he tongue-fucks your hole, insatiable moans leaving you. your back arches, hips jutting, and fingers snaking through his hair, gripping onto the loose chocolatey curls as he pushes you closer to your high.

“fuck, right there,” you cry as the pressure grows, a pulsing inside daring to break free.

you can feel the ball inside your stomach, a coil begging to snap, as your hips jut into steve’s face once more. hands now grabbing at the sheets, the pillows, anything to help you ride it out. “god, you’re so fucking beautiful.” steve mumbles, his big brown eyes staring up at you through his lashes and dishevelled hair.

it’s then that the orgasm hits, crashing down over you like a wave as you hold his gaze. he doesn't take his eyes away for so much as a second. he watches you intently, thumb still working you as his tongue licks up your slick. the only sound in your otherwise quiet apartment is the mixture of moans and curses leaving your lips.

steve doesn't stop, wanting you to get the most out of your orgasm, as he takes in the sight of your shaking body. your eyes now rolling into the back of your head as your mouth forms the most perfect 'o' shape. it was a sight he would never get sick of, one that would continue to consume his every thought for as long as he lived.

as your high comes to an end, steve can feel you pulsating on his tongue and presses a soft kiss to you before eventually pulling away. a roguish grin immediately takes hold as he moves to lay with you, slumping down on the sheets.

still breathless, you pant, "that was the best wake-up i've ever had."

"maybe you should be naked when i come home more often," he chuckles softly, brushing the hair from his forehead.

turning to him, a smile present on your lips, you say, "maybe i should."

#— ꒰ ‧ ₊˚ vee daydreams ˖꙳‧ ꒱ #steve harrington ᰔ #— not sfw ! ᰔ #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington oneshot #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington fic #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington smut

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"is that my shirt?" w steve harrington??

𖥔 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄'𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓 𖥔

steve always found comfort in seeing you wear his clothes, whether it was one of his hoodies or iust an old shirt from the back

of his closet, it didn't matter - he loved it. he especially loved it when you would take things without asking. making yourself at home to wander into the depths of his closet and pick out something you liked enough to wear.

he'd watch you remove your own articles of clothing, replacing them with his as they draped down over your body. there were even items of clothing he had bought just in the hopes to see you in them, but there was one particular item you always went for - his yellow sweater.

"is that my shirt?" he asks as he enters his room.

"yeah. you don't mind, do you?" you twirl back to him as he sits on his bed, the hem of the shirt between the pads of your fingers.

he shakes his head, pushing himself to meet your side. "you know what? why don't you keep it," the offer comes as a surprise, he loved his yellow sweater - but he loved you in it more.

"are you sure? i mean, it's your yellow sweater," a soft chuckles leaves his lips as he takes in your reaction, eyes grazing over your features intently as he raises a finger to rest beneath your chin.

"yeah." he exhales, pressing a soft kiss to your lips and says, "it looks better on you anyway."

#— ꒰ ‧ ₊˚ vee daydreams ˖꙳‧ ꒱ #steve harrington ᰔ #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington fic #steve harrington concept #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington fluff

[venuslore]

𖥔 𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𖥔

summary ; steve has been admiring you for some time now, and you’ve been wanting him too, but one halloween party finally pushes you both to make a move.

pairing ; steve harrington × fem!reader

notes ; nsfw, pet-names (baby), self-fingering and female orgasm, mentions of bodily fluids, cussing, dirty talk, mentions of alcohol (let me know if i forgot any)

do not transfer, translate or share my work to any other sites.

droplets of sweat gathered on the nape of your neck, pooling in the valley between your breasts, as you danced in the middle of the crowded room. the music was loud, almost too loud, but there was an undeniable electricity in the air. not from the atmosphere or the array of eyes on you from people you had never met. not even the alcohol that coursed through your system, but only between you and him. 

him, steve harrington, the only person whose attention truly mattered. 

you could feel his deep, lust-filled gaze boring into you from across the room, watching you so intently you were sure you were going to combust. he stood leaning up against the wall in the far corner, one arm raised to steady himself while the other held a cup to his lips. he adorned a recycled halloween costume as robin remained by his side, talking about who knows what, but despite the little nod here and there, all he could focus on was you. 

steve loved watching you. he loved watching the way your body moved to the music. he loved watching the way you would meet his gaze, the slightest glint of a smirk tugging at your lips before continuing to pretend that he wasn't even there. he specifically loved watching the way your skirt would hitch up your thighs the same way it would whenever you went into his work. 

he was sure he was the reason behind it. no, he knew he was the reason behind it. that you would purposely pull your skirt higher just for him, and even more so when you would bend over in the aisles pretending to look for something on the bottom shelf. being well aware that he was the only one that could see you. 

he knew what you were doing — that you knew what you were doing — stringing him along and playing hard to get. you were challenging him. you weren't giving in to him like every other girl that looked his way recently. 

you were making him work for it - for you. 

except tonight he had other plans. tonight, he was finally going to get what he wanted. at least, so he thought. 

"listen, i know it was my idea to crash this party, but it's kinda lame," eddie joins you, disrupting your dancing and slowing down your movements. "y'wanna find the others and get out of here?"

eddie was right. the party itself was lame. the only thing giving you any sort of entertainment was the free alcohol and the look on steve's face; steve who had now disappeared from where he stood only a moment ago as you peer over your friend's shoulder. 

the munson boy waits for you to answer, your attention now absent from the conversation as you scanned the room rapidly but there was no sign of him anywhere. eddie repeats his question, but it's not until he snaps his impatient fingers in your face that you finally return to him. 

"c'mon, let's find steve and robin and we'll go back to mine. can finally show you that new riff i learnt on the guitar," he imitates playing his sweetheart, hair bouncing in an unruly mess, as more bystanders begin to stare.

you laugh, giving him a slight nudge, "okay, munson. i'll search upstairs, you search downstairs."

the two of you pan off in different directions, you heading for the staircase by the front door as he began in the kitchen. as you pushed your way through the crowd, weaving yourself to the entryway, you spot robin at the bottom of them, but still no sign of steve. 

you call her name, but your voice falls on deaf ears over the music. she twirls around, hands fidgeting with the hem of her shirt when she finally spots you and a relieved smile bestows upon her lips. 

"we're gonna go back to eddie's. where's steve?" you raise your voice, leaning towards her ear so that she could hear you. 

"he went upstairs. something about needing a moment away from the music,” she gestures upstairs where there were far less people. "i'll go get him."

she turns to head up the stairs but your hand catches her arm before she can so much as put her foot on the bottom step, "it's okay, i'll get him. you go find eddie and we'll meet you at his van."

robin nods, though there seems to be a knowing look in her eyes, a hint of a smirk as if there were some obvious secret only you didn't know about, and she traipses off toward the kitchen in search of eddie. 

once alone, you take one look up the large staircase and let out a deep breath. this was it, this was the moment you were finally going to tell steve that if he truly wanted you so bad, it was about time he did something about it. 

with each step, your heart seems to beat a little bit faster. the top of the stairs growing further away and when you finally get to them, there are only a couple of small groups of people scattered along the balustrade. you weave your way through the crowd once more to find the bathroom and just as you're about to knock, it opens before your hand can graze the wood with your knuckles. 

steve stands on the other side, eyes widening when he sees you, but the sight of him causes the breath in your throat to catch. his dishevelled hair, deep pink lips and dark eyes entrapped by a red tinge - he was truly a sight for sore eyes. 

"y/n," your name falls off the tip of his tongue like sweet honey, sending an immediate wave of bumps across your skin. "are you okay?" he looks almost concerned, brows furrowing when it takes you a moment to answer. 

"uh, yeah. we're going to ditch the party and, um, and..." you pause for a beat, words turning to a jumbled mess inside your head and all the confidence you had tried to bestill had disappeared. "... um, head back to eddie's. we're going to head back to eddie's." you repeat it a second time for safe measure. 

he nods, slowly, his eyes purposely falling to your lips as he exhales and leans back against the doorframe, "yeah. i mean, we could do that..." his words are even slower, pulling you in with each syllable. "or... we could talk about what's really going on here?"

this was it. this was the moment he was finally going to do something about it. 

"i have no idea what you're talking about." you lift your right shoulder into a shrug, pursing your lips before gazing up at him through your lashes. 

his lips part as he leans in closer, his face so close you could feel his alcohol-saturated breath on your cheek. "so, i'm just imagining you pulling up that pretty little skirt of yours on purpose, huh?"

you almost gasp, throat tightening with need. need for him. "apparently... though, it's nice to know you've been thinking about me."

the devilish grin on your face now infuriates him because, once again, you were in control. 

a breathy chuckle leaves his lips, fingers raking through his hair, "what am i going to do with you?"

"i don't know. what are you going to do with me?" a moment of realisation passes through his eyes. you want him to do something about it, want him to finally give in to the urges. all this time, he had been waiting, and now, here you were, allowing him to have what had been torturing him. 

while his head races with a million thoughts, in reality, only seconds had passed by, but those few seconds were more than enough to build a wall of tension. his gaze falls to your lips once more, and in a heated movement of passion, he finally takes the leap and presses his to them. 

soft moans reverberate through his neck, daring to carry you away as your fingers curl through his hair. you press yourself against him, almost knocking him over, but he answers your neediness and pulls you into the bathroom to close the door and lock it. 

all the tension, flirty looks and suggestive gestures that had been building up over the past few months had finally started to unravel in a matter of seconds. igniting you both so much so that you were sure to catch fire. 

the kisses seem to last forever, despite feeling rushed, and when he starts to trail his lips down the side of your neck, you're left a hot mess as you try to regain your breath. your core was already aching for attention, throbbing within your underwear, as his hands ran rampant all over your body. 

he glides his tongue across your skin, hair tickling your face as he begins to suck lightly, "you've no idea what you've done to me. how badly i've wanted this." he mumbles against you, sparking thought in your mind, and at this, you gently push him away and slide yourself back on the counter.

"is that so?" you breathe heavily. "tell me about it."

there's a glint of confusion in his eyes, brows slightly furrowing, as he stands between your legs. you had so much power over him and you planned to keep it that way. 

if you gave in to him so easily, all the long months you had spent teasing and hinting at him would've been for nothing. he needed to know that you weren't going to give yourself up to him just because he wanted it - he needed to earn you. 

"d'you really want me, harrington?" your words are low, breathy, sending shivers down his spine as he gazes into your eyes. 

"fuck," he nods, the word shakily falling from his lips and he swallows hard. "i want you so bad."

your lips quirk up once again, heart beating so fast it was thrumming in your ears. you lean forward, lips barely grazing his, and whisper, "tell me what you want... while you watch me touch myself." before planting your teeth around his bottom lip and tugging on it.

"w-what?" there's a hitch in his voice as you feel yourself growing wet within the confines of your underwear. he's stunned. eyes wide and jaw taut. 

"tell me what you want, and i'm yours, but... touch me, and you lose." your words are barely above a whisper but they're enough to send shivers down his body. 

his breath catches in his throat, letting out a small gasp, as his dewy brown eyes bore into you once again. only this time, there was determination clouding them. he wanted you. he wanted you so bad, and he was going to do everything he could to get you - to finally feel you.

he opens his mouth to speak but stops when you lean back against the mirror, hitching your skirt up and spreading your legs before him. revealing the black lace underwear you had worn in anticipation. the same pair that he had only ever caught glimpses of. 

"what's the matter, harrington? you like watching me... don't you?" you ask, coyly, batting your lashes. 

he groans, lulling his head back to reveal his adam's apple bobbing as he swallows once more. you lift a finger to touch the tip of his chin, letting it trail down his chest before landing between your legs. he watches your hand as if his life depended on it. 

you slowly trace the edges of your underwear where your core was barely covered. lips poking out around the thin material, gathering up your wetness when your finger starts to rub small circles over the top of them. 

"are you wet?" steve asks, and you nod, brows arching from the touch already. 

he shuffles nervously on his feet, pulling at the material around his crotch to give himself more growing space, but his eyes never leave you. not for a second. and they only double in size when you finally move your panties to the side, confirming your answer - your sweetness glistening under the dim bathroom glow. 

"holy f-fuck, y/n," he retorts with astonishment, almost falling to his knees at the sight of you before him. "you're killing me here."

"tell me more," you press the tips of your fingers to your tongue, collecting the saliva that had gathered, and gently start moving them across your sweet little bundle of nerves. 

"you're so fucking pretty, baby. i bet you're so warm too. i bet your pretty little pussy is so fucking warm," his words caress your ears as your movement starts to speed up, building up the sensation in your core. "i want you so bad. i want to feel you wrapped around my cock. every fucking inch of you."

a small chuckle falls from your lips, as you now press your middle finger into your hole. moaning at the feeling and slowly you begin to fuck yourself, all while steve's eyes remain trained on you. catching a glimpse of you fingering yourself but focusing on your facial expressions and the way you're making your own mouth fall open with ecstasy. 

"fuck your little hole, baby," he says, almost demandingly, which again makes you want to prove that you were still in control. so you add another finger. "fucking hell, i want to taste you so bad."

"mmm-yeah? you wanna taste me, harrington? you wanna know what my pretty little pussy tastes like?" your words are slightly muffled, as you continue to penetrate yourself. fingers gliding in and out of your goodness with ease, hitting just the right spot as the top of your palm rubs your clit, causing your hips to buck up a little. 

his hand involuntarily falls to his crotch, he didn't think you noticed. but it was a little hard not to when he begins palming himself through his pants as his eyes burned with so much desire. desire for you. 

you can feel the coil within your core on the verge of breaking, ready to snap as you near your end. the pleasure of it all becoming too much, as your hips buck more rapidly, face contorting and mouth falling agape. you grab onto steve's jacket with your free hand, gripping the material and bringing him closer. 

"f-fuck, i'm gonna cum," your breathing is unsteady, all over the place as you get closer, wrapping your arm around steve's head to grab a fistful of his hair. “make me cum, harrington.”

“show me how you cum, baby. show me how pretty you look when you let it all go. you do that and i’m gonna fill you up so good,” his voice is low as he presses his head to yours. “you want me to bury my cock in you, don’t you?”

"mmm- fuck yeah," your moan is cut off by steve's mouth as he presses his lips to yours once more. immediately gliding his tongue across them for permission and you give it to him, letting his tongue enter. 

and just like that, you're overcome with stimulation. a wave of sensation coursing through you but steve doesn't pull away, instead, he muffles your cries with kisses as he takes in the sight of you. completely vulnerable as you chase your high. chest rising and falling at a dramatic pace as your hips twitch and buck, eyes glazed over and brows arched. to hear the sweet noises you made, muffled or not. 

it was a sight he had only seen once, but, oh boy, did he want to see it again. 

"oh, fuck," you sigh, words split by your panting as you try to regain your breath. you still hadn't stopped fingering yourself, only slowed down the movements as your creamy goodness collected along them. 

"i'm that good of a kisser, huh?" steve chuckles, staring down at you still slowly pumping your digits into yourself, eyes unwavering from the wetness that covered them. 

"whatever makes you sleep better at night," you smirk, finally pulling your fingers from your pussy at the same time someone knocks on the door. "i guess that's our cue to go. eddie and robin will be waiting for us."

you both slide off the counter, your underwear slipping down to your feet as you quickly wash your hands. but rather than pulling them back on when you’re done, you gather them and scrunch them into a ball. 

"what are you doing?" steve asks, confused when you pull the pocket of his jacket open and slip them inside. 

"think of it as a parting gift," you smile, patting it closed then lean up to place a soft kiss on his lips, "plus, it's easier access for later."

#— ꒰ ‧ ₊˚ vee daydreams ˖꙳‧ ꒱ #steve harrington ᰔ #— not sfw ! ᰔ #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fic #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington oneshot #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington drabble #steve harrington smut #steve harrington fluff

[venuslore]

blurb concept with steve harrington. [ GAZE ] our muses are having sex in missionary and the one on the bottom tells them to slow down so they can just look at them for a few moments.

requested by @stardustmunson ᰔ

steve was in a rhythm, his body perfectly melding with yours with each jut of his hips, filling you right to the brim. there wasn't a beat that he was missing, hitting all the right spots as his tongue rolled across the cherubs of your breasts.

he leans back up, staring down at you now as his hair falls idly around his face. the lights were dim, but the moonlight from outside was dancing across his features.

god, he was beautiful.

you could feel the coil in the pit of your tummy building, wanting to bend and break, but seeing steve like this was something special. you were the only one that got to see him like this. vulnerable, needing, craving the feeling of being inside you.

you didn't want this moment to end.

"steve," you moan his name, but he thinks nothing of it. you always said his name while he was buried deep inside you and he loved it. "steve... slow down, baby."

it was evident by the way his eyes widened that he thought something was wrong and immediately stops thrusting, "i-i'm not hurting you, am i?"

"no, no, no," you brush the chocolate curls out of his face as best you can, letting your hand linger on his cheek, "you're not hurting me. i just - i want to look at you for a bit longer."

the corner of his mouth tugs up into a smirk, "in that case... is this slow enough?" he pushes himself into you at an almost torturous pace, pulling a moan from deep within you, and chuckles at your reaction.

#— ꒰ ‧ ₊˚ vee daydreams ˖꙳‧ ꒱ #steve harrington ᰔ #— not sfw ! ᰔ #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington smut #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington concept #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fanfic

[venuslore]

steve who loves to nuzzle his nose in the crook of your neck whenever he asks for something because he knows it'll make you say yes. steve who likes to absently roll himself over you like a ragdoll when you aren't giving him attention because he now craves it. steve who for so long was deprived of touch and affection now knowing what it's like because of you and realising it's his love language. steve who slips his hands into the back pockets of your pants or wraps his arms around your waist constantly because he can't stand to not have you near. steve who finally feels loved and seen because of you and wants the whole world to know ᰔ

#— ꒰ ‧ ₊˚ vee daydreams ˖꙳‧ ꒱ #steve harrington ᰔ #steve harrington concept #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington fic

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ᰔ 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧 ᰔ

#— ꒰ ‧ ₊˚ the gallery ˖꙳‧ ꒱ #steve harrington ᰔ #steve harrington moodboard #steve harrington aesthetic #steve harrington au #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington concept #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington imagine #joe keery x reader

[venuslore]

🪩 — moodboards ; send a character + a trope, colour and/or aesthetic for a moodboard !

how about a picnic date with steve 🤭🤭

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