#stevie hc

[lovebugism]

what about fwb!steve and you tease him about going out with someone else and it leads to the most possessive sex ever

✶ ┄ SOMEBODY ELSE !

summary: steve doesn't realize he wants you until you tell him you want somebody else. pairing: slightly toxic!steve harrington / f!reader warning: good ol fashioned smut, 18+ mdni! a/n: this one... this one did something to me ngl

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ok let’s talk about douchebag steve

and how he went through a phase where he would fuck anyone

this man could have the pick of anyone he wanted

no one ever turned him down because he’s literally king steve

and he also has the biggest dick imaginable <3

the first time he’s with you, you don’t treat him like a spectacle

there were no whispers the next day with his name entwined with yours like there normally is with everyone else

it’s kinda refreshing

but it's strange

how you act like the way you just let him fuck you doesn't mean anything to you

it has him coming back to you over and over again

and he isn’t totally used to that either

but really you just like to play with him

steve’s already got a huge ego

you don't want to feed it any more than it already is

so when you tell him that eddie munson invited you to his show and how you can’t wait to be his groupie, you know it’ll set him off

you just weren’t expecting him to fuck your brains out over it

you’re naked and on your stomach before you know it

steve’s got you whimpering and babbling nonsense underneath him as he grinds into quivering pussy from behind

and he’s ruthless

you can barely form an intelligible thought

but you’re gasping for him to let you come anyway

“yeah, i don’t think so, sweetheart… you forgot who this pussy belongs to— so i’ll let you come when i think you deserve it— alright, baby?”

it makes you keen pathetically beneath him at another rejection for a release you desperately, desperately need

“it’s your pussy— this is your pussy, baby— please”

you choke out a sob when he suddenly bottoms out inside your heat and holds himself there

he leans down until you’re practically squished beneath him

you feel his firm torso and fuzzy chest hair press into your sweat-slicked back

you whine as your walls flutter and tense around his cock

it makes it that much harder not to come around him

you feel his wet, kiss-bitten lips at the shell of your ear

“you want someone else to have you? you wanna give my pussy to someone who can’t fuck you like the slut you are? you think he can fuck you the way i do? huh? tell me—”

“no! no, baby, it’s just you— m’sorry.. m’so sorry, baby, please”

you sound so tired and so frustrated and so desperate to come

but steve’s determined to hold your orgasm hostage until you’re completely falling apart for him

until you can convince him that you don’t need anyone else but him

and when you do he’s completely relentless

he stays bottomed out inside you while he rubs your clit something fierce

“who can make you come like i do?”

“no one. 's just you, stevie. just you”

“then show me”

and you do, almost immediately

still pressed between him and the mattress, your body twitches and trembles beneath him

your fluttering pussy around his cock coupled with idea that “no one makes you come like he does” has him not too far behind you

you feel his hips speed up and stutter as he spits several loads of his come within your velvet walls

and even though he was just being so mean to you

steve makes sure to take good care of you after

like he always does <3

he makes sure you’re okay, cleans you up, and gives you some water

you take a lengthy sip and he watches you intently

“still good?”

you nod

“just for the record… i was never gonna fuck eddie.”

“yeah, i know :)”

got any blurb requests? send 'em here if you want! ꒰◍ᐡᐤᐡ◍꒱

#stranger things x reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington imagine #stranger things imagine #steve harrington #stranger things #stevie hc #published by bug #st headcanons

[robbie-verse]

is this 'the eddie munson doctrine' u guys have been talking about ??

#eddie is vv lets take ibuprofen together coded #its his to go flirt move #it works great for him bc stevie has chronic migraines #sketch #doodle #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things shitpost #stranger things 4 #stranger things fanart #eddie munson hc #eddie munson fanart #steddie #robbie draws !

[myoddessy]

you weren't mine to lose. s. harrington , e. munson

alternate ending here !

pairing(s) —steve harrington x fem!reader & eddie munson x fem!reader ( separately )

summary —it took you running away for the summer for both you and steve to realise how much you meant to each other. it really is a shame that eddie's heart got roped into it too.

word count —3.3k.

notes —this is based on taylor swift's folklore love triangle, as well as a few other songs from the folklore album! the playlist below is a few songs that i listened to for inspiration while writing this! also, this is set in an au where none of the upside down shit ever happened because i'm not that good at planning things <3

tags —@outoftheregular @auroresce

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MUSIC BLARED while you watched shitty people make shitty conversation whilst drinking shitty beer. god, if you could have been anywhere else, you would be.

he should be back now, you thought. steve, the only reason you were even at this party, had left about 10 minutes ago to get drinks for the both of you. 

you sighed, picking at the sleeves of the jacket he gave you. why were you even here? you didn't want to go to a party with people who you didn't like and who certainly didn't like you. why did steve want you to go so badly? was this his way of solidifying whatever was going on between the two of you? was this invitation him saying that those drunken kisses and silly smiles meant to him what they meant to you? that he was no longer 'king steve' but simply 'yours'.

you decided to try and find him, worry and concern swirling in your stomach. you pushed your way to the kitchen, unfortunately finding yourself standing close to carol perkins. " i just don't get why steve is even with her. " she laughed to her friend. " do you think it's some rebound thing to fix his ego? "

" probably. i mean, what other reasons would he have? " the girl's voice trailed off awkwardly once she saw you standing near them. " oops. " she winced, looping her arm with carol's and walking away.

a bitter feeling grew in your heart. it wasn't a secret that the popular population of hawkins high school weren't your biggest fans. they had their sad excuses, some saying you were too loud, some saying that you were too unenthusiastic about your appearance. you know, the typical vapid thought process one comes to associate with those surrounded by carol.

you turned and your breath caught in your throat. steve, the man who kissed you in the car on the way here, the one who's jacket was wrapped tightly around your shoulders, the one who was gone getting drinks was dancing, very happily, with another girl. no, not just another girl.

nancy wheeler wasn't just another girl. she was beautiful, and organised, and liked, and the subject of steve's adoration long before you came into the picture. with an aggravated exhale you turned to leave, only stopping when you passed one of steve's friends, pushing the jacket into their hands with a grumbled request to give it back to him when he was done.

you hobbled over the broken cobblestones, alcohol barely present in your actions but still worsening your ability to walk safely across instead path in thin-soled heels. 

steve would have carried you, you thought bitterly when you nearly toppled over for the umpteenth time that minute. you cursed the tears that welled in your eyes, and you despised the ones that actually fell. how embarrassing, crying over a man you couldn't even call yours.

a car pulled up beside you and your hand instinctively balled into a fist. " what's with the long face, sweetheart? " nausea built up in lieu of a grimace at the words until the odd familiarity of the voice struck you.

you turned, only to be met with eddie munson's concerned face looking out at you through the window of a banged up van.

" nothing. " you brushed him off, hoping that the waver in your voice went unnoticed by him. it didn't.

" bullshit. " eddie stared at you, and for a few moments, everything was silent. " get in. "

" what? "

" i said get in. i saw you nearly break a bone ten times, let me drive you home, at the very least. i wouldn't be able to live with myself if such a beautiful lady was left with a twisted ankle. "

you looked around for a second, as if another option would show up out of thin air. tongue pressed to your cheek, you accepted your fate of potentially dying in a van smelling of god-knows-what and opened the passengers seat with a begrudging smile.

a few minutes of silence passed, but they weren't uncomfortable. you weren't sure why, but you didn't feel anxious while sitting next to the school's so-called 'freak' who you've interacted with a handful of times since freshman year.

" okay, cut the shit. what's got you so upset? "

" it's seriously nothing- "

eddie cut you off by slamming on the breaks. 

" what the actual fuck, munson?! " you placed a hand to your heart, feeling its rapid movement while trying to calm your breathing.

" i'm not moving this car until you tell me what's wrong. "

" you're in the middle of the fucking street. "

" which is why you'd better start talking, sweetheart. "

you blew out an exasperated breath, pulling at your nails anxiously.  " my date, or whatever you'd call it, ditched me to dance with their ex. "

" so it's harrington that made you cry? "

your head snapped towards him. " i didn't say anything about steve. "

" i was at the party too, doll. business deal. i saw you come in with the hair and leave alone so i wanted to make sure you were okay. "

the silence came again as eddie continued driving, still not awkward but slightly more tense. as if eddie knew exactly how you felt he broke the quiet by turning to you. " feel like going on an adventure? "

a surprised laugh bubbled up from your throat. you missed the way eddie grinned when he heard it. " why the fuck not? i've got nothing better to do. " eddie cheered and stepped on the gas, relishing in even more laughter from you.

minutes bled into hours and soon, you found yourselves parked on a ledge by the outskirts of town, strewn lazily around the back of the van, admiring the sunrise as you talked about everything and anything. " i'm not going to college. " you said, head resting on his shoulder. " i mean, i barely graduated high school. i'd get eaten alive. "

" hey, at least you're better than me, i have to redo senior year. "

" only because everyone would miss you so much. " you joked, laughing at the over dramatic face of agreement eddie put on. 

" oh yeah, i'm just so totally popular that they couldn't handle me leaving. " you grabbed his hand and started twisting his rings, unaware of the soft gaze and gentle grin directed at you.

" okay, i hate to bring up anything that'd make you upset, but please answer me this. " you turned to look at eddie curiously when he spoke. " why harrington? i mean, look at you! " he let out an incredulous laugh, " you could get anyone you wanted at hawkins but you chose harrington? it doesn’t make sense. "

" steve’s nice. " eddie rolled his eyes. " look, i know he was an ass before, but he’s different now. he’s sweet. "

" people don't change that much that quick. " an annoyed breath leaves your lips and eddie's brows furrow in regret. he placed his hand over yours and you turned your palm upwards to intertwine your fingers. " i'm sorry. "

" don’t be. "

the silence returned, but this time, it was foreign. there were things both of you wished to say that remained unspoken until you moved your head to face him. no words were shared between you both, but the looks you exchanged held an hour-long conversation.

drown me in cheap poetry and irrelevant affairs. make me feel loved. your eyes begged.

his responded by closing, cupping your face and enveloping you in a soft, gentle grave where you could lay unbothered for the next three months. 

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BEING WITH eddie was something you'd never felt before. it was the freedom to act like a child without fear of judgement. it was confidence as assurance because you felt no pressure to be anything other that who you truly are. there was no looming popularity contests, no backhanded compliments, only open-mouth kisses against collarbones in the dead of night and water fights in the sea, not caring who heard your screaming.

you cared for steve, you truly did. hell, you probably loved him! but things were always complicated between you both. there was always a fear of him going back to being absorbed in the beauty of nancy wheeler and leaving you in the dust until she grew tired of him and he came back to you. but with eddie, it was only ever you. that was clear in the way he looked at you, the way he smiled at you, the way he held you.

" it's rude to stare, you know. " he reminded with a smirk, snapping you out of your reverie. a blanket that smelled like him was draped around your shoulders while you both sat around a beachside bonfire. " don't tell me you're still thinking about harrington, i will take it personally. " he joked, but you could see the genuine worry he tried to hide in humour.

" i'm thinking about you, actually. " you laughed at the shy smile he tried to hide. " besides, you can't act like i don't catch you staring at me all the time. "

" true, but i believe that when you look at art for a long time, it's called admiring instead of staring. " he smiled at the way you dipped your head in mild embarrassment.

" you're a fucking sap. "

" a sap that you care about enough to stay with for the past month. " he corrected.

" my favourite sap. how does that sound? "

" better than you could ever imagine, sweetheart. "

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THE NIGHTS spent with him were your favourite, that was easy to decide. take this moment, for example. a thin blanket acting as your only shield from midnight's chill, your chests heaving, skin shining in a way that eddie said made you look like an angel, and stupid grins on your faces.

his head resting on your shoulder, your head resting on his while his flyaway hairs tickled your skin. nothing was said in these moments, you words drained from before. but that's what made them so perfect. so natural. nothing forced, nothing false. only the safety that came with being vulnerable with the right person. he pressed a kiss to your shoulder, you pressed a kiss to his forehead. you could feel him smile against your skin, you smiled in return.

maybe this is what the poets dreamed about. maybe this was bliss. maybe this was the true peak of love.

it truly was a shame that sleep overtook you before you registered the fact that you did, in fact, love eddie munson. maybe it would have stopped memories of another flooding your dreams.

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· ͟͟͞➳ the following segment takes place in a dream.

STEVE HELD his hand out to you. it was dark. moon lit the pavement and stars shone to grant him full view of you. he'd finally given in to your pleading to go to the playground purely for the fun of it, and when he saw you smile like that, he couldn't exactly say he regretted it. you placed your hand in his, giddiness growing in your stomach when he pulled you closer, free hand moving to cup your cheek.

" you're so beautiful. " he murmured quietly, gently, almost as if he was scared that the moon itself would steal his words if it heard them. his eyes flitted towards your lips before meeting your eyes again, a silent question that you answered by grasping the back of his neck and pulling him closer towards you.

steve made you feel different. you wished you could think of a better way to describe it, but you couldn't. he could make you feel perfect one second, and like you were an outsider the next. when you were around him, you wanted to be the best version of yourself possible. being around him bettered you. but there was also the daunting question as to whether or not he'd still find you beautiful if you just stopped trying. if he would take you for how you are at your core.

" why did you leave? " he asked once you pulled away, even more quiet than before. " why didn't you stay? "

" you were with nancy, you looked happy. "

his hands held your face, making you look into his eyes when you tried to look away. you feared that when you looked at him, you would see judgement. but instead you say pure concern. he wanted to fix whatever happened between the two of you.

" she was giving me advice on something about you. about us. "

" what? "

" she was telling me to do what i should have done a long time ago. "

you didn't dare speak, fearing that your heart would betray you and leap out instead of words if you tried. " she told me to tell you that i love you. more than anything, and i want to be yours. officially. "

" steve, " you brushed a strand of hair from his forehead and his eyes fluttered closed momentarily at the feeling of your fingertips dancing along his skin, " i'm sorry for what happened. " you leaned in closer. " i love you. "

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SUMMER BREEZE with the smallest hint of cool coaxed eddie from sleep, rubbing his eyes groggily as sun peaked through the open van doors, showing off the spectacle that was the pile of crappy t-shirts and discoloured sheets that had become you and him.

his back rested against the back of the driver’s seat, arm securely around your shoulders, thumb rubbing small circles on your bicep as you curled closer to him in sleep. he took in a deep breath of salt-laced air and let it go seconds later, smile faltering slightly when his sense of dread didn't go away.

he knew it would be over soon. soon fall would come and he'd go back to being eddie 'the freak' munson while you went back to where you belonged. with steve. see, as much as he wished to believe that your rightful space was beside him, laughing and talking about the most idiotic things, he knew it wasn't. that you belonged with steve 'the hair' harrington and the several soon-to-be freshmen that you'd unofficially adopted as your own. should he feel bad for stealing you away for the summer? he didn't think so. not when he'd loved you since he first saw you in middle school after you stood on some jock's foot for making fun of his band.

eddie was a firm believer that people were allowed a certain amount of selfish moments in their lives, and he was prepared to use all of his on you. lying in the back of his van with the same tacky tourist t-shirts one would associate with a father who unironically claps when a plane lands strewn everywhere as tokens to commemorate your trip through indiana, he was convinced that this moment was the true meaning of nirvana.

you stirred in your sleep and eddie snapped his head to you, worrying that, somehow, his thoughts grew so loud that they threatened to wake you. but instead, you stayed in whatever dream encapsulated you. you muttered something under your breath and eddie leaned closer to your head to hear.

" steve, m'sorry for what happened"

his heart stopped.

" i love you. "

and then it shattered altogether.

but he brushed it off, running a hand across his face and swallowing his pain, allowing himself to pretend he never heard so that he could live out the last few days of summer grasping onto the frail belief that he could ever be the one for you.

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SHADES OF september coloured the hawkins trees as you walked to family video with one hand stuffed in your pockets and the chain of your necklace clutched in your other. anxiety and nausea swirled in your stomach, threatening to choke you. for a moment, a quick and fleeting moment, you considered running away again. mad-dashing to your bike because fear took control of your actions once more. but you stubbornly shook your head. you needed to do this. you needed to see him.

your knees began to grow weak the closer you got, and by the time you were reaching out to open the door, your hands were shaking with a tremor that you'd laugh at in any other situation.

when the overhead bell dinged and robin looked up from the till to see which fake smile she needed to wear, she wouldn't ever say she expected you see you, her best friend, the girl who'd essentially gone missing over the summer, the girl who steve had rambled about non-stop since mike wheeler saw you take off in eddie's van. " dingus! " she hissed, turning quickly to pretend she hadn't seen you so that she could warn steve.

" what? the owner's coming? " he dipped his head out from the manager's lounge, stuffing some of the snacks they hid away in their into his pockets.

" worse. well, for you it's worse. for me it's actually pretty good and incredibly entertaining— "

"robin, who is it? "

" steve? "

queue a pack or reese's falling from his hand. steve's jaw went slightly slacked when he saw you standing there. you looked like you always did. beautiful. you wore a simple cardigan, one that always made his breath hitch when he saw you in it. steve stepped out from behind the counter, slowly walking towards you, like he was afraid that he was dreaming again and you weren't really there. robin silently left, knowing that whatever would come to happen between you two was meant to stay between you two alone.

" i'm sorry. "

" i'm sorry. "

your words overlapped and made both of you laugh for a moment before sobering up to reality. he was standing right before you now, brows furrowed and eyes slightly watery. when he spoke, his voice was soft and delicate, barely above a whisper, " why did you go? "

you rolled your lips, heart sinking with the heavy rock of guilt when you saw the complete loss and confusion on his face. " i thought you'd be better off without me. with people you belong with- "

" i belong with you. "

" then why did you never say anything about it? why was it only ever just a kiss and nothing more? "

" i was scared. "

" scared of what? "

" everything. " he laughed, but there was no humour in the sound. " that you'd get bored of me once i stopped being popular, that you'd find someone better, i don't know! just... everything. "

his hands landed on the sides of your face, thumbs softly running against the apples of your cheeks. " but i'm not scared anymore. so, if you still want me. i'm here. my heart is in your hands, so do what you want. throw it out the window, stomp on it, break it, i don't care. it won't stop the fact that i love you. more than anything. "

" i love you too. more than anything. "

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MONTHS PASSED like sand trickling through an hourglass, and soon, you and steve found yourself being pulled to eddie's graduation by dustin who forgot about the summer's events and wanted nothing but for his favourite older friends to bond.

you couldn't deny the pride that swelled in your chest when eddie's name was called to accept his diploma. nor could you deny the barely-there stutter of your heartbeat when his eyes met yours from so far away.

' congrats, you sap. ' you mouthed, praying that he could somehow see what you said. he smiled and dipped his head. you smiled.

eddie couldn't deny the happiness he felt when he say you in the crowd, even though you were there with steve harrington's arm around your waist, you were still there. that's all that mattered to him. in reality, he would never know if what happened during the summer of 85' was real. he would never truly know is every kiss, every touch, every word would ever mean as much to you as it did to him. but you still smiled at him when you crossed paths. you still waved when you picked mike, dustin, and lucas up from hellfire. you still noticed him, no matter how small your actions were, and that was enough for him because a taste of heaven is better than nothing at all, and he wasn't such a fool as to let an angel pass with basking in its glow.

he couldn't complain, not really, because you were never his to lose.

#i would have stuck w eddie tbh- #but i wanted to stick to the actual folklore thing as much as possible #ugh i need to write soft eddie hcs now #i love eddie munson #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #love stevie too ofc <3 #stranger things 4 #stranger things x reader #nancy wheeler #mike wheeler #stranger things #robin buckley #folklore love triangle #folklore #taylor swift

[sugarsblurbs]

Stevie boy loves hickies i mean look at his neck

Literally begging to be marked up 🙄

#stranger things #sugarsblurbs #steve harrington headcanon #steve fluff #steve harrington hcs #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington x you #steve x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington blurb #steve stranger things #steve harrington x reader #steve hc #steve harrington fandom #steve harrington hc #steve harrington x henderson!reader #steve harrington x fem #stevie <3 #steve harrington is hot #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington is babygirl #steve harrington is a sweetheart #steve harrington reader insert #steve harrington thoughts #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington scenario #steve harrington drabble

[meatmensch]

Music I think Roy Kent likes and why

Madonna. In season 3, episode 3, Roy said, "[Pre-Madonna] means before Madonna, female vocalists didn't have to work that hard." This implies a great respect for Madonna and her craft. Also, it's an example of a very specific kind of queer guy misogyny that I find very humorous and implicative (of him being queer).

The Sex Pistols (and other punk rock). Two of their songs are in the Ted Lasso soundtrack. One of them specifically plays when Roy is about to do some pundit work for the first time. I think it's meant to be his hype up music. They're also, of course, anti-fascist and anti-monarchy, which I think Roy would vibe with. He's giving punk.

The music of the Muppets. Canonically (not that I necessarily consider this kind of thing canon, lol) a Muppets fan, I think he'd love the soundtracks to the movies, as well as the numbers they do on the original show.

Rap; Salt-n-Pepa, Queen Latifah, and Beyoncé. I just think he would like them. In season 1, episode 6, Keeley mentions that he has rapped, implying at least some interest in the genre.

Leonard Cohen. I think Roy's Jewish, and he's a broody, sensual bitch. It adds up perfectly. Sidenote: while "She's a Rainbow" by the Rolling Stones was a great choice for the song he runs home to football to, I think Cohen's "Ain't No Cure for Love" would've fucking slayyyed..."I loved you for a long, long time / I know this love is real / It don't matter how it all went wrong / That don't change the way I feel / And I can't believe that time is gonna heal / This wound that I'm speaking of" "I've got you like a habit / And I'll never get enough" "I don't need to be forgiven / For loving you so much"

Klezmer. Again, if Roy is Jewish, and we know he loves and misses his grandad...it's simple. He HAS a record player and a dope sound system, and on his shelves there ARE old klezmer records that he remembers dancing around to with his grandad in their old flat.

Amy Winehouse. Again, if Roy is Jewish, and we know he is broody and bitchy, it is a given. "Rehab" is his anthem when his knee gets bad and he is reluctant to treat it.

Disco; Donna Summer and Jessie Ware. It's just great workout music, and it slays, and if he's queer, well, yes, of course he likes disco.

Pop rock; Elton John and Queen. If he's queer...it's a given. I think he particularly likes "I Think I'm Going to Kill Myself" and "Rocket Man", as he is suicidal (I can't find the interview where Goldstein said this) (it's just Word of God anyway), and the most rocket man motherfucker ever.

The music of the people he loves; Led Zeppelin, Cream, Tina Turner, and Stevie Nicks. Phoebe, Keeley, and Jamie like these musicians. He's a caring uncle, boyfriend, and friend. He is listening and learning. Also, I think Phoebe would be into some weird stuff, like outsider music - maybe some Tiny Tim. I think Roy would also enjoy the music of other friends, from plenty of other genres.

#also. i rly disagree w the term outsider music but it gets the point across so yknow. #also i have this hc that he plays the drums bc his sister wanted to play music at some point and he was like ok i will play toys w u fine. #and she plays guitar :) #my posts #ted lasso #i also think he is maybe one of those celebrities who is multidisciplinary. so yes he has released a few eps. under a pseudonym ofc #then again i kinda think he's one of those guys who is really good at one thing and THINKS they suck at everything else. so like he happens #to play music around people every once in a while and they're like whatttt u r amazing? and he's like shut up i'm garbage. yeah #I ALSO THINK ROY IS RLY INTO BASEBALL. why? um. if u ask him he'll say some shit like 'i'm a fucking athlete ofc i follow other sports. no #it's not weird that it's not a very british thing. get the fuck out of my face.' the real answer is he watch a league of their own as a kid #purely for madonna and a special interest was born #inspired #roy kent #also! jamie is a HUGE music snob. i just know this to be true #like. the only musicians we've heard him mention (i think) are tina turner and stevie nicks. whenever roy grabs the aux and bumps madonna o #any music from this century he resists the urge to reach over and strangle him

[vyncentevelyn]

Wayne who runs a lawn care business on the side.

Eddie who helps him for some extra cash.

The Harringtons who hire Munson Lawn Care to tend to their property.

Steve, or Stevie (take your pick), who cannot keep his (her) eyes off of the shirtless tattooed metal head who ties his long, dark curls up with a bandana while he tends to the roses…

#stranger things #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #stevie harrington #steve x eddie #wayne munson #my hcs #steddie hcs #steddie thoughts #ficlet #ideas #maybe steve makes lemonade for the lawn care team #maybe steve makes it with salt instead of sugar in accident and wayne bless his soul drinks it anyway but eddie is his blunt self #gay panic #bi panic

[therosebunpost]

Stevie Harrington who got her name exactly where you think she got it, miss Stevie Nicks herself! I just think it’s be funny if her mom was a fan of Fleetwood Mac, named her child after Stevie, and then ended up having a pretty disruptive relationship with her husband-

Stevie, who just reads about the band’s history, sitting there and wondering if premonitions are actually real lol

#thebunspeaks #steve harrington #fem!steve harrington #stevie harrington #stranger things #steve stranger things #stranger things hc #listen this was a early morning/late night thought and I figured it’d be fun to share #also I say all this as a fan of Fleetwood Mac and Stevie Nicks pls don’t come for me

[str4wb3rry-guy]

can we all agree that stevies favorite colors are pink and yellow ??? okay cool just making sure

#stranger things #steve harrington #stevie harrington #genderfluid steve harrington #genderfluid #steve harrington hc #trans fem steve harrington #transgender #trans femme steve harrington

[lovebugism]

☄. *. ⋆ ┄ Feel Good

summary: you don't come. ever. well... not until steve harrington comes along. pairing: steve harrington / f!reader warnings: the longest headcanon ever, talks of shitty boyfriends and masturbation, pure smut 18+ mdni! a/n: if you saw this before the repost... no you didn't. and to the anon that requested this: i hope you like it!

( MASTERLIST )

you don't come

this is not an exaggeration

it's purely a statement of fact

because you’ve never ever had an orgasm

not one

not with your fingers, not with a toy, not with a partner, not ever

you get pretty close sometimes

if you're in the right mindset and you have enough time (and a partner who isn't totally focused on their own pleasure

you can actually get really, really close

it’s kinda like climbing a steep mountain and nearly reaching the top

or seeing a glimmer light at the end of the dark tunnel

it always ends the same way, though

you fall from the peak. darkness swallows you whole. the feeling of bliss swells and then disappears entirely.

some of your partners have come up with their own theories

one said you internalized your religious upbringing and turn away from pleasure without thinking

another insisted that it wasn’t their fault they couldn’t make you come because your clit was just too small

the last one told you that you just “needed to love yourself more”

it was exhausting, quite honestly

your partners became your therapist, trying to pry into your mind and diagnose you accordingly

you were an experiment to them

they tried every position and motion to try and get you there, though sometimes it felt like they were only doing it because it felt good for them

some didn’t bother trying at all

they got frustrated with you, called you broken, and left to find someone “normal”

and it fucking sucked

so somewhere down the line, you just started faking it

because that was easier than having those uncomfortable conversations and waiting until they inevitably left you

that ultimately led to you avoiding relationships all together

and then you met steve

and you liked steve

screw that, you liked liked steve

he wasn’t like all the rest of the partners that fucked you over

and for the first time in a long time, you had a really good feeling about the whole thing

but you were terrified of screwing it up

and you were also terrified of lying to him

you were able to avoid it for the most part

that is, until he was about to go down on you for the first time

he’s got you on your back with his head between your legs

you tense when he presses a kiss to your thigh 

“you okay?”

“i don’t come” you blurt

“…what?”

“i don’t know why. i’ve just never been able to. and it’s not because of you, okay? so i don’t want you to think you’re doing something wrong or that i don’t want to do this, because holy shit i wanna do this so bad—”

and you’re just rambling

mostly because you feel like if you keep talking, it’ll keep him from saying something you don’t wanna hear

steve just nods and shoots you a small smile from between your legs

“that’s ok :)”

and you breathe out the biggest sigh of relief

because no one’s ever not made a huge deal about it

“can i still make you feel good?”

you just nod down at him bc you don’t trust your voice to say something intelligible

he gives you head that night and he’s good

he’s great actually

but you don’t come

the sex is even better

he makes an effort to find ways that’ll make it feel better for you

he’ll put pillows beneath your hips and push your legs up towards your chest when he’s on top of you

he’ll tell you all the ways to position yourself when you’re on top of him

with one leg bent and your foot flat on the bed so he’s hitting your sweet spot every time he drills into you

and it’s never about him

it never feels like he’s doing crazy positions to exploit you under the guise of “blowing your mind”

most guys only wanted to get you off so that they could feel like some kind of sex god

but steve genuinely wants you to feel good

and he’s so willing to learn your body to help you feel good

one time he sat himself behind you with his chin hooked over your shoulder

“show me how you do it” he said to you

and you did

but it didn't feel like you were some experiment to him either

it was so fucking hot

he made a show out of it, asking you to tell him everything you were doing to yourself and how it felt

“does that feel good?”

“it feels so good—” you interrupt yourself as your mouth falls open in a silent moan and your legs start to tense up

“oh that’s the spot, huh?”

and he likes to learn about all the times you’ve gotten the closest

even though to you it’s mortifying

you’re red in the face the entire time you tell him the only time you ever thought you might actually come was with the shower head

you get embarrassed and hide your face in his shoulder

he’s just like “no, it’s sexy! we can try that if you want?”

but you’re scared that might be a little too exposing and that there would be way too much pressure on you

as always, he’s the most understanding person on the planet

“that’s okay. we don’t have to do anything you don’t wanna do. ever.”

and he makes you feel so safe and cared for 

even when you get defeated

because both of you try so hard but you just can’t get there

and after he’s spent an hour between your legs switching between his fingers and his mouth

you start crying out of pure and utter frustration

“steve stop. just stop. there’s no point. let’s just quit.”

and obv when you tell him to stop he’s gonna stop

but he can tell how sad you are when your back is to him and you're putting your clothes back on

and he tries not to smile when you get all twisted in your bra bc you’re so moody that you don’t put it on the right way

“it’s okay baby, we can keep trying—”

“no, steve, it’s not okay! i just don’t get why i can’t be like normal people!”

“there’s nothing wrong with you, okay? some girls just have a harder time than others. it’s okay to come less than other people”

“less?” you scoff “how about never?”

and he’s still patient with you

even while you’re ranting and getting all angry at him and yourself

“i don’t even know why you still try! it’s never gonna happen, okay? ever. you get that, right? there’s no point in trying. you should just find someone else—”

that’s when he stops you

“okay. that’s enough.”

he walks to you where you’re standing in nothing but your bra and underwear and your jeans that you shoved on but didn't button before you started ranting

“it doesn’t matter if you come or not— well, it does, but that’s not what this is about, okay? it doesn’t have to be about having an orgasm. when i’m with you, it doesn’t feel like i’m trying to accomplish something. it’s just about two people who love each other, spending time together, and feeling good”

“…you love me?”

“…was that not obvious?”

the two of you spend the rest of the night cuddling after that

and he’s adamant about not making it about sex

though he keeps having to apologize for his boner pressing into your back

a few days later he surprises you with a present, all wrapped up in with a pretty bow on top

“is it christmas?” you joke at the reindeer patterned wrapping paper

“sorry. that’s all i could find at the house.”

and it’s this huge fuck off vibrator that you know must’ve costed a fortune

you’re totally flustered when you open it and you have no idea what to do with yourself

but he’s so smiley and tells you that he wants to try it with you

and it’s really fucking good

it makes the already amazing sex that much better

you’re on your sides with him pressed against your back

and he holds it against your clit while he fucks you from behind

(he’s having an even better time too because he can feel the vibrations of it from inside of you)

you get the closest you’ve ever been like that

he watches intently when you press your face into your pillow

“are you close?”

you nod wordlessly

“i think… fuck— i think i might come”

and he starts fucking you harder, finding your spot and hitting it over and over again with the vibe still pressed attentively to your clit

a cry rises in your throat and escapes your mouth

and right when you think you might actually have your first orgasm

it fucking goes away

“fuck!”

steve can tell it’s not an exclamation of pleasure, but one of anger

he asks if you wanna keep going

you tell him he can until he comes but that you’re not gonna get there

like a doctor, he prescribes masturbation

and you spend exactly one week using the vibrator by yourself and trying to use it different ways that get you closer and closer

you’re on your back with it pressed into your opening while fiercely rubbing at your clit

and you feel yourself getting closer and closer and closer

it builds in an achingly familiar way

but when the feeling usually starts to ebb, it keeps going

the pleasure crescendos, numbs, and then explodes

having the house to yourself, you don’t bother holding back the noises, the almost painful sounding moans, as they spill from your mouth

the first thing you do when your senses return to you, is call steve

even though it’s 2 a.m.

and when he answers, he’s all groggy with sleep but he’s immediately ecstatic for you

he’s over at your place in ten minutes tops after your promise of recreating it for him

and you’re just absolutely gushing about it and thanking him a ton

because he’s the one who got you the vibrator after all

he wants you to tell him everything so you do

you tell him how you were laying and what you where thinking about

*cough cough* him

and what your fingers were doing and how the real trick was putting the vibe partly inside of you

and you don’t think about how it might make him insecure until the words are spilling from your mouth

because you’ve known guys in the past who get intimidated by dildos and vibrators out of fear that they could never compete with them

steve does express a little bit of that insecurity

he tries to cover it up by joking about how much bigger the toy is than his dick and how pretty soon he’ll be replaced altogether

and he’s laughing but you can tell it isn’t genuine because it doesn’t reach his eyes

so you tell him that you love every single part of him including his dick and that him ‘getting replaced’ is never happening in a million, billion years

when you start trying to get yourself to come again you make sure he’s involved too

both of you are kneeling on your bed and you’re gripping the headboard while he’s fucking into you from behind

one hand is clutching yours and the other is rubbing at your clit

you’ve got the vibrator pressed where you and steve meet

and you can feel him all over you

he’s mouthing at your neck and shoulder

and using his free hand to hold you and tease your nipples

you feel the pleasure start to build and your face scrunches up while you moan

and steve talks you all the way through it

“there you go. you got it— no, don’t tense up, baby, just let it happen... uh-huh, there it is. come for me, baby. come for me.”

and you do

catastrophically so

you tense so hard it almost hurts and you’re shaking like a leaf in his hold

the pleasure is numbing at first before hitting you like a fuck freight train

and you’d be embarrassed about the noises you were making if it didn’t feel so damn good and steve wasn’t praising you the entire way through

“there you go, baby. feels good, huh? you’re so— fuck, you’re getting so tight around me. can barely… holy shit… i can barely fucking move—”

you’re laughing in pure bliss when you feel him coming inside of you

he presses his weight against you and sprinkles wet kisses to your neck, humming praises onto your skin

when you come down and collect your bearings you confess to him, still caught in the post-sex haze, “it didn’t… it didn’t feel like that before…”

“no?”

“uh-uh. felt, like, a thousand times fucking better… 'cause you were here”

and he gets all sweet and blushy, saying he didn’t really do much

but you tell him that it was all him and that he helped you a ton

that he always helps you

“you’re the best sex i’ve ever had steve harrington, orgasm or not”

and this boy is blushing so hard you can see it in the tips of his ears

both of you are love-drunk and happy and dazed

he spends the rest of the night fucking you into your mattress

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader #steve harrington imagine #stevie hc #published by bug #st headcanons

[robbie-verse]

eddie sees stevie accidentally trying on girl clothes + doing her make up and trying different names/she/her pronouns for herself in front of the mirror, he doesnt interrupt just silently backs away not wanting to intrude in her little exploration but from then on he's so !! excited !!!!! every time stevie tells him she needs to talk to him about something eddie is like 'omgomgomg this is it !!!! she's going to come out to me and she'll be my gf !!' but it's stevie telling him to go get x pasta shape next time or something

just eddie rlly fcking ready to hype up her gf whenever she decides to come out to him !!!!!!

#trans fem stevie harrington #my beloved #honestly eddie you are SO LUCKY #like thats my gf eddie #treat her well #stevie harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steddie hc

[andystweets]

new trollsona :)

she's secretly in love with cooper but they are infant besties 💗

#trolls(stevie) #dreamworks trolls #trolls movie #trolls world tour #trolls band together #funk trolls #cooper trolls #cooper fanart #trollsona #oc trolls #trolls holiday in harmony #trolls headcanons #trolls hc #trolls hype #digital art #artists on tumblr

[foggyandblue]

HEY SILLIES want my sp hcs? Too bad.

I’m taking a little break from drawing bc I’m going to a play so here you go!

Jimbo and Sharon are half siblings, their mother was 18 when she had Jimbo and raised him as a single mother until she met Sharon’s father, David “Davy” Kimble. Jimbo was 4 when this happened and grew to view Davy as a father figure. He was 6 when Sharon was born!

Richard Tweak, Tweek’s father if you forgot, is Sharon and Jimbo’s maternal cousin! He spent most of his time with them because his parents were kinda shitty :(

Ned and Jimbo are really behind on technology, they have a house phone, an old radio and a record player that they bought together after the war along with an old tv that’s on its last life.

Adding onto that, Ned and Jimbo collect records. Most of them are from when they were younger, but not protest/“dirty hippie” music. Jimbo loves country music and Ned is into classic/soft rock(come on guys imagine him dancing around when Fleetwood Mac comes on the radio) and country as well!

Ned has undiagnosed autism, because yes I’m projecting onto him. He’s the type of “dad with autism”(“I’m not autistic what do you mean I’m normal 🙄”)

Jimbo used to use “I’m just bigboned!” as an excuse when he was younger as well 😞

ANOTHER Ned hc, he’s blind in one of his eyes thanks to the grenade.

In my silly little au, Ned and Jimbo adopt a little girl! Her name’s Aspen after the tree Jimbo proposed to Ned under :))

Jimbo has a bad habit of not knocking on doors, it’s very often that he bursts into the Marsh household with Ned on his heels.

#south park #south park hcs #jimbo kern #ned gerblansky #nedbo #sharon marsh #richard tweak #south park headcanons #stevie spams

[whydamnitwhy]

He doesn’t even look at it. He doesn’t even hesitate. He just picks up the clothes, puts them back, pulls his sleeves up, and gets to work. I have FEELINGS in regards to this.

Steve Harrington jumps in head-firsts in fists bats and in volunteering. Send help.

((Gif credit : @kedreeva ))

(From Stranger Things Season 4, Episode 9))

#Steve harrington #stranger things #stranger things season 4 #stranger things s4 #st s4 #Stevie boy #steve the hair harrington #king steve #king harrington #he doesn’t even look #he just picks them up and keeps following #and that gives me so many Hc #how many times did he do this in life #didn’t question #didn’t wonder #just took what life gave him and kept going #his only objective being to help when and however he could #Elise it’s just laundry #ITS NOT JUST LAUNDRY #ITS CHARACTER GROWTH GODDAMNIT

[parkermunson]

i hc that eddie had a thing for Stevie Nicks.

the hair, the eyes, the gives-no-fucks attitude.

he'd never admit it out loud that he listened to Fleetwood Mac, and he really wasn't into them until he saw a picture of Stevie.

it was Rumours that drew him in, of course. the album was electric and it made him feel anarchy in a freedom sense. he felt like he could actually escape hawkins when he listened to it. he keeps the tape hidden under his mattress where even Wayne won't find it.

when anyone around school talks about the band, he'll pretend like he doesn't care but he's secretly listening to what they have to say.

he goes to the record store 5 minutes before they close. grabs a shit ton of metal tapes and hides fleetwood's newest release in the pile. the cashier doesn't really pay attention to any of the products but as he's ringing up the one tape, eddie gives some excuse like "for my uncle" or something.

you can't look at eddie and not think there's no resemblance to stevie. even 80s musicians admitted their fashion style was influenced by stevie. she's a queen.

#eddie munson #stevie nicks #stranger things #fleetwood mac #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson hc #stranger things headcanons #stranger things hc #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things imagine #stranger things fanfiction #mandi writes #parkermunson

[stevebabey]

ruby!!! i wrote a lil concept about this a few days ago but steve is lactose intolerant and he genuinely forgets. like he had an entire cheese board assuming that he’d take tums later and he forgets that he ran out of tums so he had a tummy ache all night sjfbsbdbbs

IVY U LOVE MAKING MY BOY SUFFER!!! ur so right though, he's a lil rich boy so his parents just bought him all the expenny products that don't hurt his tummy and he grew up for like. 15 years and didn't realise that he was being fed special df cheese until tommy ordered pizza for them over at his house and so it wasn't steve's usual place that just knows his order and steve was like :( dude i think i've got a stomach bug :( like this idiot just DOESNT KNOW and yeah, alright, he figures it out from then and knows he can have some dairy but not like an entire cheese pizza to himself. there are limits okay, steven? u can't just eat ur little cheese heart out sadly - well technically he can if he takes some medication after

so instead of picking a different food, he relies on tums and still knowing this, he decides to make a little cheeseboard for you guys for a date. he's a sweetheart okay, he just really likes chopping up all the stuff and arranging it all nicely on the board and honestly, that's what half the effort is!! because steve just grabbed cheeses based on the labels :) he's like this one is a heart shaped!! i had to get it- and this one had nice green packaging :) i dunno what they taste like but we'll find out :) what a goober <3 but after some gorging on surprisingly delicio cheese -- not the heart shaped one :( that one you both tried and went bleh! and steve was actually really ticked off that it looked so nice but tasted so gross -- you're both just wrapped up w each other on the couch, watching a film but not really cos ur just happy to be tangled up with each other

and then u hear it, the beginnings of a groan, some warbled rumble under your hands that are tucked around his middle. steve at least has the decency to look a little sheepish as he smiles down at you bcos you told him this would happen and he still went ahead and bought n ate all that cheese anyway. he wriggles out of ur hold and is like, 'just be a minute, okay honey?' and gives u a little a kiss on your forehead nd ducks upstairs to grab some tums. except of course, there isn't any and he finished them last time he decided to ignore his tummy in favour of delicious dairy.

so just as your finally tuning into the film, u hear the most pathetic little baaaaaby from the doorframe and when u look over your shoulder, he's hunched over a bit, arms wrapped around his middle lookin a little sad :( and you're like ohmygod steve bcos you! knew! this would happen! but you just open your arms and honestly, for a split second you seriously consider if he's done this all on purpose just to get coddled

so when he's all bundled up best you can (he's a big boy okay, u being the big spoon doesn't make sense most the time) u press a kiss into his shoulder and say a little cheeky, 'you know u can just ask to be the little spoon,' you hum, dotting little kisses along the slope of his neck while your hands slip under his shirt, giving him a soft lil tummy rub and steve honest to god keens just a bit, a soft content noise slipping out his throat as he relaxes back into you, even as u continue 'you don't gotta eat silly foods you know your stomach can't handle just for a tummy rub bub' and he gets a little grumbly like 'i liked the cheese too' but definitely doesn't deny what you're saying hehe <3 but u know what? u get to give extra good cuddles to your boyfriends cute tummy so it's a win-win situation

#turns out i can't be normal bout any steve concept ever huh #so many other things i SHOULD and COULD be writing #my non-american ass looking up tums to see wtf it is #every hc u have ivy is like steve is ALLERGIC to DOGS and POLLEN and CHEESE #why u want him MISERABLE BABE!?!?! #i love cheeseboards so hard tho so i wouldn't care <3 i'll eat all the cheese nd prevent the tummy ache #AND THEN GIBS IT KISSES ANYWAYS!!! #stevie thoughts <3 #ruby talks #asks #answered #hehehe

[prettyidiotsteve]

Anti stevie around these parts

#reiterating now that i have a new follower this is about my friend stevie and not the hc stevie tgirl