#steve harrington x little!reader

[angelbaby-fics]

Safe Haven

Pairing: CG!Steve Harrington x Little!Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: my first stevie h. fic!! my wonderful ♡ anon inspired me not just to write for him but also to rewatch season 3 which i forgot how much i loved 💕 i wanna start writing for robin because even the little bit that she appears here was so fun to write tbh!! warning for an almost swearword lol but other than that i hope its super fluffy and that you guys enjoy!!

You didn't mind the days that Steve worked. Most days, you called up Dustin and the gang, or Nancy, or Eddie, or you just stayed home by yourself and kept busy with any number of hobbies and activities. Today was different though; lightning ripped through the skies of Hawkins, rain spitting down so hard it nearly drowned out the cracks of thunder that interrupted your every thought. You could feel the anxious regression creeping up on you, and although you'd normally be fine being in little mode unattended in the safety of your home, but with the storm outside turning the daylight black, home didn't feel so safe anymore. Before you could get too little and before the storm could get too heavy, you were grabbing your bag and pulling on your heaviest hoodie, tucking the laces into the sides of your shoes to avoid the stress of tying them as you set out on your journey to Starcourt Mall. 

Just the walk from your house to the covered bus stop had you soaked through to your shirt, and you shivered in the seat as the bus trundled down the slick streets towards the mall. You blinked your eyes, and repeatedly made fists and unfurled them, desperately trying anything to distract you from crying before you could make it to the back rooms of Scoops Ahoy. Normally you didn't like to bother Steve at work, no matter how many times he reassured you that you were always welcome there, but you felt this was rational option for you given the situation. 

When the bus pulled up to the front of the mall, you lined up with the other passengers before sprinting the gap between the bus and the covered entrance. Once inside the dry safety of the indoors, your body mindlessly guided you to Scoops, the illuminated sign shining like the sun you needed so desperately today. Despite the weather being anything but summery, it seemed like everyone in Hawkins was getting ice cream this afternoon, and with your fear of being a bother far stronger than your need for comfort right now, you opted to sit at an unoccupied table in the front corner of the shop, furthest away from the counter.

Opening your backpack, you pulled out your notebook and a gel pen, hoping to distract yourself until the crowds died down. You could hardly keep your attention on the page for more than 15 seconds, flicking your eyes up to the counter and hoping to catch Steve's sooner rather than later. Your prayers were answered as he handed a double chocolate cone the next woman in line, his gaze scanning the remaining customers just as you'd popped your head up to check on him for the fiftieth time. His eyes got wide when he saw your distraught face silently pleading for his attention, and he intended to give you just that. Steve gave you a reassuring nod before holding a finger up to the next customer in line, and then disappeared into the back room. Moments later, he returned with Robin, who took over cash register duty while Steve circled around the counter and speed-walked over to you.

"Honey bun, you doing alright?" He asked softly, already recognizing your fragile state and not bothering with pleasantries as he slid into the booth next to you. 

"Yeah," you nodded, "just wanted to see you, that's all."

"Are you sure? Is there anything I can do to help you?" Steve took one of your hands in his .

"No, its okay." You lied. "You can go back to work, I'm alright just sitting here."

Steve saw through you instantly. He knew exactly what you were feeling and exactly what you were needing now. He looked up at Robin, capably handling the next customers in line, and stood up with your hand still in his. 

"Yeah, no, that's bull, come on baby." He started to tug at your hand.

Not wanting to argue, nor to be left without the warmth of Steve's grip, you gathered your things and stood up with him, letting yourself be led to the back room of Scoops Ahoy. 

You'd never been back here before, and although you didn't really have any expectations to begin with, they certainly weren't exceeded. The employees only break area was bleak and grey, a single table in the center of the room, a big industrial sink, several humming freezers and fridges, and wiry metal shelves were the only things there; but it was quiet, and it was unoccupied. Steve brought you over to sit in at the table in a cold metal chair, digging through your bag and setting out all of your pens in a colorful array, and opened your notebook to a fresh page. Then, he went over to one of the fridges and pulled out a cold water bottle, as well as a bottle of apple juice, and he set them both on the table as well. Finally, he crouched next to you, taking your chin softly in his hand. 

"I gotta go back to work now, okay baby? But I'll be back before you know it."

You nodded, and Steve continued speaking to you.

"We close at 8:00pm." Steve grabbed one of your gel pens and drew a little picture on the corner of the notebook page. "So when the clock looks like that, we can go back home and cuddle all night long. You can even help me lock up the shop if you want, how's that sound baby?"

"Okay dada," you whispered, and Steve pressed a soft kiss to the tip of your nose.

"That's my little bumblebee. I'll just be through that window right there if you need me for anything at all."

And with one more kiss, Steve was back to work. After a few more reassuring glances from him through the partition window, you finally felt at ease enough to start drawing in your notebook, now comfortable passing the time until Steve was off work. With the tension finally released from your anxious body, you lost yourself in your art, coloring little animals, stars and planets, flowers, bugs, and ice cream cones. Before you knew it, you heard Steve's voice call out to the customers still enjoying a late evening treat.

"Alright everybody, Scoops Ahoy is officially closed. You don't have to go home, but you can't stay here!"

Sure enough, the clock on the wall matched the picture Steve had drawn. Your attention was drawn to the door as Robin walked into the back room, grabbing her bag and a soda from the fridge. 

"See ya, kiddo!" She said, flashing a peace sign at you as she went back out to the front of the store, waving to Steve as she exited. "Thanks for closing up."

Steve waved back as Robin mingled into the crowd of shoppers all on their own way back home, then turned to you. 

"I just gotta clean up a few things before we go," he said, leaning through the window, "but before I do, may I take your order?"

You grinned widely before turning back to your notebook, scribbling out a drawing of your favorite ice cream flavor absolutely covered in toppings. You ripped out the page and handed it to Steve.

"Coming right up baby!"

You happily munched on your ice cream while Steve closed up boxes of toppings and stacked them on the shelves. When the back room was clean, he helped you put your pens away and carried your backpack and ice cream out to the front of the store so you could stay close to him while he wiped off each of the tables, mopped the floors, and closed out the cash register. Finally, Steve helped you throw away the trash from your ice cream, hoisted your backpack onto his shoulder, and held your hand as you slid out from the booth. You walked together to the front of the store, where Steve stopped and turned to you. 

"Would you like to do the honors, honey bun?" He asked, motioning towards the big light switch that controlled the fancy neon sign in the entranceway. 

You nodded, reaching up on your tiptoes to flip the switch, and suddenly the empty mall became a lot darker around you. Steve noticed you tense up and immediately, his hand was back in yours. 

"Don't worry baby. I've got you. You're safe with me." He said, holding you tight as he led you to the garage, and not intending to let go of you for a very long time. 

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[buckys-little-belle]

I'm feeling sick so this I sa very self indulgent ask since you asked for Steve asks.

Well we know he's like the mom of their little group but how do you think his mom instincts would kick in if his little was sick, like you sick he'd be more frantic and like 'oh no my baby is sick' or more calm and collected.

Sick Struggles

Steve Harrington x Little!Reader (They/Them Pronouns Used)

Warnings - Talks of reader eating, mentions of doctors visits, not in detail, general talks around being sick.

Notes - This ask is from I think a genuine year or two ago ... I am so sorry it's taken so long to answer, but I hope you like these headcannons!!! <3

SFW - Please keep all interactions with this post, and this blog, SFW.

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☆ Steve is pretty overbearing when it comes to any one of his 'kids' safety, well being, or just general health. So when it comes down to his baby being sick he gets almost insufferable.

☆ Even if it's just a stuffy nose Steve is on your butt about taking your vitamins and he's constantly making sure you're drinking enough water and eating good foods to help you get better faster.

☆ Everyone has to remind him that it's "going to be okay" because his rational thinking gets thrown out the window the moment you so much as cough. You could have a slight cold and he's ready to take you to the emergency room.

☆ He's the kind of caregiver to have an emergency pack in your backpack at all times. It's got band-aids, Advil and Tylenol, vitamins, anything you could possibly need really.

☆ He's also the kind of caregiver who will check in on you all day when you're not in his line of sight. You always have to phone him during the day to let him know you're okay and reassure him that you don't need to go home.

☆ Steve also doesn't care if he gets sick, he'd much rather snuggle you when you have a cold than sit off to the side. If there's one thing the guy is good at it's cuddles that work better than medicine. He'll set up a movie on the TV and put a heap of blankets on the couch, layering so many on you that you overheat within ten minutes of sitting down.

☆ If whatever sickness you have persists for more than a week he'll make you a doctors appointment and hype you up the whole drive there. He also sits in the doctors office with you, seeing as he remembers everything and everything about how you were feeling a day ago, even remembering exactly what your temperature was on any given day.

☆ It isn't until you're up and on your feet like normal for at least three days before he goes back to his usual level of overbearing caring. You definitely have to reassure him often that you're okay and feeling better at least nine times before he even thinks about not worrying anymore.

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[alien-magnolia]

Cozy Nights

Request: yes | no

A/n: this turned out to be sfw and very cute. Thanks to @loving-and-dreaming for requesting this!

Fic description: Hyperfem, little! reader x soft top Steve Harrington. Hyperfeminine reader hides the fact that she is a little from her long term boyfriend, Steve <3 he helps her feel secure about this part of herself, and they have some soft and sweet moments together <3

The rain and snow battered the shingled roof. The pool sat frozen, watched by the surrounding dark forest, in Steve Harrington’s backyard. Inside, a soft melody of George Michael played, while Steve Harrington stood by the stove, making dinner. His doe-like brown eyes concentrated so nicely on the pot of Macaroni that he was making. Hand on his hip, and an apron on, Steve did not realize that the January storm outside had gotten stronger.

His girl did, though.

She was cuddled up on the couch, with a stuffed animal (that she hid from her Stevie) and her pink blanket. She saw that her boyfriend was in the kitchen, and so she clutched onto her stuffie for dear life, whimpering as she was getting more and more scared of the storm.

“Sweetie. Come, I made us dinner!!, her Stevie shouts out from the kitchen. She reassured herself that she can do this. She has to act big. She can NOT let him know about this. She slowly walked over to the kitchen, not realizing that her bunny was still with her. A crash and slam from the thunder outside, and she let out a whimper. Her face turned red as she saw her Stevie’s eyes on her.

“Everything okay, baby? You look a little scared,” he softly says, as he comes over to her, a hairy hand on her back, peppering her cheek with a few kisses. His knowing eyes continue to watch her as she makes excuses — completely forgetting about the stuffie in her hand. Steve plays along.

“Alright, well — come. I made us dinner,” he motions to a chair next to him. She agrees, and sits down. They eat in silence as his girl’s eyes keep darting back and forth, letting out a small squeal when the thunder strikes again. Steve puts his hand on her thighs, rubbing them a little as in a hope to calm her down.

The two have just finished their macaroni and salad. The storm outside became worse, battering the glass windows, it seemed as if it was trying to break them. The thunder became closer. It was around a mile away from the house. The both of them jump as the thunder sounds out its’ horrendous wail again.

She started to cry. She ducked her head under the table as if to hide this from him. He can NOT know.

“My love.” He comes over to her, a caring hand on her back. What’s down there, huh? Honey, it’s okay. I know you’re scared.”

She looks up at him with her tear stained face, clutching her stuffie. “Stevie.,” she mutters out in between sobs. “There’s something I need to tell you.”

Steve listens intently. He had a feeling he knew where this was going. “You see, I could be really feminine sometimes. Sometimes, I also regress. Into a little…little space,” she barely gets these words out to him, crying intensely because of the storm. “It’s so embarrassing, I know,” she cries out, crying even harder. What will her boyfriend think of this?

“Hey. Hey, look at me, sweetie. This is not embarrassing. It’s you. It’s a part of you, and that’s okay. I am willing to accept that part. I had a feeling you were like this. It’s okay with me though,” Steve replies back, now on his knees to be on her level, large hand rubbing her back. “It is,?,” she mutters out.

Steve smiles warmly. “Yes. I’m more than happy to be your boyfriend and caretaker,” he replies, while kissing her on the cheek. She stands up.

“Can I call you…daddy? When I’m in this space?,” she shyly asks, looking at the floor. “Of course, sweetheart. Now come. Daddy’s gonna help you get through this storm,” he reassures her, while picking her up, bridal style, and carrying her to the couch.

Another loud crash of thunder. She cowers under the blanket. Steve’s big arm is close, around her shoulders. “I’m scared, daddy. Don’t like it,” she murmurs. He gives her a few kisses, caressing her cheek. “Hey. Daddy won’t let anything happen to his little girl. How about some warm milk and a cartoon, huh, sweetheart?,” he gently coos at her.

She nods and giggles, looking into those big brown eyes of her caregiver, her boyfriend, her Stevie. He kept her safe. Safe in his arms, from the storm, from the world. She drifted asleep in his arms, as the soft glow of carebears on the boxed tv drowning out the world.

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[thewritersaddictions]

Prom Night ‘86: Steve Harrington- All Over

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Pov: Reader

Warnings: Smut, Fluff, Aged up, 18+, Steve fucking Harrington, Season 4 Steve vibes, soft and sweet.

Summary: You'd rather not go prom, you'd rather spend with your older boyfriend.

A/n- firefly-graphics for dividers; This is the last in the '86 Series.

WC- 2.4k

Stranger Things Master List // The Adults Master List // Series Master List // Prom Night '8 Master List

Prom was made out to the best thing in your life, but not everything was like that and you knew that. More than you really honestly should at this point in your life. New at the whole adult thing you had been through the ringer with Steve already.   

The upside down had been a part of your life for the past few years. You had watched from the side lines as Steve kept every single one of those kids safe. He’d put his life on the line for any of them, but especially Dustin and it showed in everything that Steve did for the kids. Drives to the mall, pick-up and drop-offs. This was your last year in high school, having been pushed back for some reason your parents were in a happy enough mood to explain to you.  

Spending most of your time in your class, and at Steve house. Yes, here was another set of parents with their heads so far up their asses, they didn’t even notice when their daughter was missing from dinner, missing from her bed in the morning, or to even notice that she didn’t yell back when the two of them slipped out of the front door to another important business meeting.  

That’s what Steve and you had connected on. The imbalance of your parents never being home, and the balance of how you fell in the large friend group. “You know you’re like those kids' dad, right?” I asked Steve one day; he looked over at me with a face of bewilderment. Crazy that I had even said those words.  

“Yeah, and you’re like their mom you know that.” Steve came back with. I could only smile something about his words busted you up with a larger ego, but pride. You felt prideful, not only had Steve saved those kids but so had you. Saved them when they all came over to Steve and needed advice. When El came over with a complicated feeling, when Max had no one else to turn to about her home-life, oh poor Will had even showed up his puppy eyes casting down on the ground. You knew what he was trying to say without him having to say it all.  

Yeah, you had saved them. Not from scary upside-down monsters but from the human emotion, the human mistake, and just plainly being human and having no fucking clue what they were doing. Whatever made Steve Harrington attracted to you, was something you hadn’t seen before. Something you never loved about yourself, something you would never be able to see.  

A great heart that Steve had beating in his chest. The man made up of gold but giving it to everyone else. That’s what Steve was. Regardless of that the end of the school year was coming about. Your last year in high school already having spent a little too long in the shaky old building of Hawkins High. A senior and a junior had bumped in the hallways.  

Steve and Y/n.  

The power couple of the school, but once Steve left a graduating senior of the glass of ‘85. It all was very slow, a durry kind of feeling drifted over the school. You walked alone in the hallways, and mostly kept to yourself besides a grateful friend that you and Steve shared.  

Robin Buckley and had nearly forced her way into your lives. Nearly forcing her every waking breath talking to you. You just wanted the year to be done, you wanted out of the life you were living stuck in the small building, stuck knowing that while you were here getting your diploma. Steve was out working, at the family video store.  

“You know prom is coming up?” Robin said as she ran towards you in the all. You carried yourself with such grace, such a powerful mask of grace without Steve by your side. “Prom?” You let the conversation continue. “Yeah, you know where you dress up, go out and get “drunk”, and whatever else you do.” Robin said quoting drunk. You rolled my eyes. “You going?” She continued on. “What? I don’t know. I just learned that we even were going to have prom.” You said as you finally made it to your next classroom door. Robin left you with a wave.  

For the rest of the day, all you thought about was prom, and asking Steve what he thought about it. But of course, that was not what happened. Instead, Robin had gotten to Steve who was parked in the parking lot. Leaning up against the hood of his car. “So, are you going to take her?” I heard Robin ask. I walked slowly up to the two of them. “I don’t know Rob, if she doesn’t want to go that’s fine by me. We can spend the night at my house, do anything else.” Steve said, his eye catching me as I walked towards the two of them. “Why don’t you worry about asking out Vickie to prom huh/” Steve said wrapping his arm around my waist. Settling the both of us against the hood.  

A stumbling Robin was always funny, even if she could never manage to get her words out after that. Spring wasn’t that far along, and according to Robin prom was just in a week, but I had already decided that you weren’t going. I didn’t really need that part of the high school experience.  

The rest of the week past by with a breeze. A few tests here and there, and always the busy talking Robin that walked beside me during transitions. “Whatever do you think about going to prom?” She asked you again. Rolling your eyes around Robin had just become your norm. She was always so crazy, talking like a bee. Constant. “I still haven’t.... I haven’t talked to Steve about it yet.” You spoke.  

Again, Robin and Steve stood at his car waiting for you to travel out of the old Hawkins building. “What are you doing now, Robin?” Steve asked as Robin run up towards you. “I’m asking her now since she just won’t do it.” Robin said as she dragged you closer to the car. “So, are you going to prom?” She asked. Her eyes big with curiosity.  

Steve looked down at you. A small smile on his face. You licked your lips. The thought of having to get all balled up wasn’t your style, and the thought of dragging Steve back into this bullshit wasn’t something you wanted to do either.  

“No.” You, said. Your voice small. “What?? Why??” Robin said next to you. “Steve, you aren’t really going to let her not go to her prom, right?” She questioned him. With a roll of his eyes, he looked over her a arched brow. “Yes, sure I am. Y/n and I can have a lot more fun without a bunch of drunk assholes at prom.” Steve said kissing your head softly.  

Just like you said instead of getting dressed up and running into prom looking like a dumb princess. Steve picked you up, sweats and an old sweatshirt that Steve had sort of given you. It fit you perfectly. Steve smiled as you got into the passenger side of the car. “So, what so you have planned for us tonight?” You asked. A happy smile crossing your face. “Oh, you just wait, I’ve got a few great movies from family video. Oh, and a shit ton of food since I gather, you’ll be staying the night.” Steve said looking down at your duffel.  

“Yeah, I assumed that it would be okay if I stayed the night. I don’t really wanna leave your house once I’m all comfy.” You spoke. Steve had already backed out of your drive way. Steve shook his head, and drove back to his house, the drive wasn’t too long, but the longer you sat in his car the longer you leaned into his side. His arm coming to wrap around your shoulder pulling you even closer.  

Closer then humanly possible, but still. The radio wasn’t on, you watched the trees go by as the car’s headlights streamed past the dark road. Your eyes closed as the warmth of Steve engulfed you. The car came to a slow stop, and when you opened your eyes there you were at Steves.  

Steve being the ever so gentle person he was, shook you softly awake. “We are here babe.” He said before taking the key out of the car. You walked slowly next to Steve has he carried your bag to the front door. He walked you towards the couch. Letting you flop down on the rather hard couch. Steve was gone for only a bit, and as your sobered up to being awake again you settled better on the couch.  

When Steve came back it was with a few cans of soda, a bowl of popcorn and a few of the VHS that he had said he picked out for the two of you. “So, what do you think about Top Gun or Little Shop of Horrors.” Said Steve as he sat down next to you. “Whatever you babe.” You said with a small yawn.  

The movie went on without a hitch. Top Gun was what Steve had chosen. His eyes were never so kept on the tv like they had been. He had cried a little bit getting deep into the story line. “Haven’t you already watched this movie three times already.” You spoke. You were sure that the kids had dragged him to see it at least once already. “Well... that was just for the kids you see.” Steve said digging into the bowl of popcorn.  

You shifted on the couch. Instead getting into his lap. He was so warm, that you couldn’t help yourself with getting closer to him. Steve didn’t stop you, helping you get settled into his touch. An arm slung around your waist keeping your close as possible.  

The next movie played; thought you think that neither one of you were paying attention to it. The music could be heard from behind you, but as you clung to Steve you started to want more and more attention. Steve crept both of his hands towards you’re your rear. Resting them there before going back to watch the next movie. You couldn’t help but feel left out even though he was holding you.  

You sighed heavily in his ear. “What are you doing Y/n?” Steve questioned you. His hand coming to slowly rub a circle in your back. “Nothing... Nothing at all. I promise you.” You said in his ear. “Whatever Y/n.” Steve said going back to his movie.  

From there it only got worse. The attention you were so desperately craving was something that Steve wasn’t giving you. So, you did what any lady would do. Something dramatic, something crazy because well that’s the only way.  

You climbed from Steve grasp. You thought for a moment. You didn’t have the nicest clothes on underneath. You had just your normal panties on and an old ragged bra. Honestly though you didn’t care, Steve would take you for whatever you had on, it didn’t take much for him to get distracted and ravage you.  

Climbing from Steve grasp had caused attention to be brought to you and your plan. “Where are you going?” He asked you. “Nowhere baby.” You whispered. As you stood in front of the tv you stripped out of your sweatshirt. That old blue bra that no matter what caught Steve attention.  

“Y/n?” Steve questioned you. A raised brow, suspicion written all over your face. “What are you doing?” He asked leaning forwards. Practically following ever action, as I threw the old sweatshirt into the hallway. I walked away; he was forced to follow behind me. Up the stairs I walked and with that a pair of sweatpants came falling behind me.  

He was practically climbing the stairs to reach me. You winked down at me. All I was wearing at this point was panties and a bra, yet there was Steve following up behind me. A desperate man chasing that endless feeling. I was already in Steves bedroom by the time he had made it up the stairs. His clothes were also discarded in the hallway. “Look at you big boy.” You said seductively. Words mixed with an effortless motion of your body.  

There you two were. In the bed, Steve hovering over you. His hands roaming all over your body without even thinking. His hands coming up to cup your breasts through the loose fabric of the bra. Nipple’s taunt, pushing through the fabric. A smirk played over Steve face, a snarky expression. Steve knew what he was doing, doing to your body and to your mind.  

“Come on, play with me.” You said through soft moans. Steves touch never got to rough, just enough pressure as he teased your clit through the wet fabric of your panties. He was loving the control you were giving to him. There you were loving the control you didn’t have. You had teased Steve with laying his lap, and then the strip tease. It all had led to Steve cock sitting uncomfortably in his boxers. A huge bulge pushing against the fabric of his boxers.  

Before you know it, Steve was stripping you of your panties, and bra. Throwing them in his room, the heat between your bodies was great. Grand even, the sweat of sex seeping between us as Steve lined himself up. His cock sleeving itself in your soaked pussy. Tights and painful even just for a moment, you would never get used to the size of Steves cock has he pumped himself into you.  

Moans bouncing off of Steves bedroom walls. Nail marks falling down Steves back, purple hickeys on your skin. All around your neck, down the valley of your breasts. Some were placed on your stomach. An aching feeling coming to erupt sooner rather than later in the pit of your stomach. You clawed at Steves back. Your legs wrapping around Steve waist, dragging and pulling him closer.  

“Come now, baby. I know you wanna let go. Just let go for me.” Steve whispered in your ear. With that you let go around each other. Falling in perfect harmony. Your moans and screams on Steves name and curses. Steve falling was great, loud and just about you as it was about himself. Curses mixed with your names screamed louder then you.  

You laid together in your arms. Breath trying to catch on. “Now wasn’t that much better than some lame dancing party.” Steve said. His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you in closer. “Of course, this is better than some lame party.” You answered back. “I like your company more than others.” You said.  

Completed on: 12/26/22

Posted On: 12/27/22

The Adults- @yourfavdummy

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[little-aster]

hi hi hi!

i was wondering if i could have daddy!steve harrington x little!reader?

it can be about anything and preferably reader headspace (0-3) <3

Thank you for this request! I was really excited to write this for no reason…i hope you like it! I rewrote it 3 different times 😭. Also this is my first little space fic, so please let me know what you think!

Steve x Little!Reader

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You sat happily at a bench, waiting for Robin to get there, kicking your feet in anticipation. Steve had been sitting with you, waiting as well. In reality, he was just excited as you were - being able to see Nancy when it didn't include monsters in the mix.

Also please don't steal the banner.. thank you

Steve had brung you to the park so that you could play with Robin for the day. Nancy and Steve wanted you two to be able to play together while you could when you weren't off saving the world.

When Nancy and Robin got there, you immediately got up and ran to Robin, giving her a big hug, which she reciprocated. "Hi y/n! Missed you!" She cheered. "Missed you!" You smiled.

Steve has chuckled, walking up to the two of you. "hello Robin." Robin waved to him as she let you go. You let go of her as well, giggling, ready to play.

"Sweetheart" Steve grinned. "Aren't you gonna say hi to Nancy as well?"

You turned to Nancy and gave her a big hug "sowwy auntie nancy" you giggled. "missed you too!"

Nancy smiles, wrapping you up in a hug. "I missed you too little one. Robin has been asking me if we could see you for a while." She lets you go, kissing the top of your head. You let go of her, turning to your daddy. "Can we play now? P'easeeee?"

Steve nods "go have fun." And with that, you grab Robin's hand and start running towards the slides. "Be safe!" Nancy calls out.

While you and Robin were playing, Steve and Nancy had been at the benches talking away.

You and Robin were playing tag currently. You and you are it. You smiled as you chased Robin through the tunnel, down the slides, under the monkey bars.

"You'll never get me y/n!" She giggled. That only spurred you on, wanting to tag her. You had a huge smile on your face as you played.

Suddenly, you had gotten caught over your own feet and tripped. Once you fell, you ended up with scraped hands from trying to save yourself, and a scraped knee. At first, the pain didn't set in, and you quickly stood up, trying to shake it off.

That's when you saw the blood on your hands and left knee. And then you felt the pain. You started to cry, the pain being a bit too much for you. Robin ran up to you "Y/N, are you otay??" Then she saw where you had hurt yourself.

She grabbed your wrist gently and started to lead you back to where Steve and Nancy were. "don' worry N/N, momma and steeb will help you! They will make it better!" She walked you up to them, you still crying and sniffling from what had happened. As you saw your daddy, you started crying a bit more, needing his reassurance at the moment.

"Daddy!" You cried out, reaching for him. As he saw you, he gasped lightly "oh,little one, what happened?" He asked as he sat you in his lap, careful not to bump your irritated knee.

"We was playin' tag and N/N fell and hurt demself" Robin said, looking down at the ground, feeling ashamed as if it were her fault.

"Don't worry sweetheart, it's okay. I'll bandage them for you and make you feel all better." While he was reassuring you, Nancy had come back from her car with a little box of bandages that she had (which was mostly for Robin since she ended up hurting herself a lot while little.)

Steve took three of the bandages and gently put them on your wounds. Once he finished that, he very gently kissed your knee and the palms of your hands. "Look at me,little one."

You looked up at him with teary eyes, some tears still rolling down your face. "you're gonna be okay, love. I promise." He kisses your forehead and gently wipes your tears away.

"You're daddy's big girl, right?" And you nod quickly. "M' dada's big girl…" you mumbled, sniffling lightly. Steve smiled, "yes you are. You did so good, I'm so proud of you. Go have fun baby, it's okay." You nod, wiping your eyes for the final time. "tank you dada and aunt nancy." You give Steve a kiss on his cheek and turned to Robin, who still had a sad look on her face.

"Don' be sad, Robbie" you smile. "I better now!" You grabbed her hand and ran off towards the playground with her.

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Needy - Steve Harrington smut

Pairing:Steve Harrington x fem reader

Summary: reader gets needy and drags steve out of work

Word count: 1,269

Warning: blow job, sub bratty reader, daddy kink, kinda sub Steve if you squint,fingering, oral, unprotected sex, light spanking, a bit of degrading

A/n: sorry if this is bad but I hope it's not

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Steve was leaning over the corner at the movie store when you burst through the door causing his head to snap in your direction. "baby what are you doing here? I was just about to-" "I need you Stevie" you whine pulling him. His eyes went wide and his face flustered. "Robin! I'll be-" he doesn't get to finish as you quickly pull him out of the small store to his car. Robin shakes her head as you practically toss him in his own vehicle. "baby what's this about?" he says starting the car. Your fingers fumbling desperately at his buckle and zipper.

You don't respond, instead you pull his jeans and navy blue boxers down to get his cock out, your hand wrapping around his length and he nearly steers you guys off the road in shock as you lips Part engulfing him in the warm wet space. "Baby" he warns but you don't seem to care as you move yourself to fully take him in your mouth moaning around him. "Jesus fuck!" he hissed, gripping the steering wheel. You bob your head up and down hollowing your cheeks sucking him like your life depends on it.

He taps your shoulder as you arrive at his house. You pull away, saliva running down your chin before you bring your wrist up whipping it away. You look at Steve as he tucks his hard on back in his pants giggling at his red cheeks. He quickly jumps out going to your side to open the door; a complete gentleman even when he's in this state. You hop out pulling Steve to the door. He struggles with the keys and you huff out a breath. "I'm trying, I'm trying," he mumbles, finally getting it open and as soon as he has the door shut your on him again pulling his shirt over his head getting it caught on his limbs; he helps you pull it the rest of the way. You press your lips to his in a rushed kiss trailing your fingers over his chest memorizing every hair before your fingers wander to his happy trail playing with the elastic of his boxers, finally pushing them down.

You step back allowing him to tug his worn out shoes and pants away. He bends forward helping himself out as he pulls his socks and pants over his feet. You start removing your clothes as well before he stops you. "No, no, no, no I wanna undress you" he breaths out heavy, bring his lips back to yours less rushed moving passionately. He bites your bottom lip giving it a tug as a way to ask for entrance; which you grant letting his tongue slip in fighting your eager one winning as he snakes his fingers under your top cupping your breasts with a slight squeeze and your breath hitches body jolting in his touch.

"Steve please" you Plead. He has mercy on you pulling your top over your head fingers skimming over the soft skin at your sides. you're left in your black bra as his eyes move along your body meeting the skirt your wearing. He suddenly picks you up and brings you to the couch in his living room, dropping you on it before he's tugging your skirt away. He doesn't bother taking one item off just pulling the clothing away altogether far to excited by the thought of seeing you bare beneath him. he ran his hands up and down your calf slowly pulling your legs apart giving himself a teasing show as your legs fell apart.

"holy shit baby, your wet" he groans and you nodded eyelashes batting innocently. "and only for you Stevie" you murmur. He starts leaving feather kisses from your knee to your inner thighs massaging the soft dough. He kisses your wet folds and a gasp leaves your lips as he sucks your clit in-between his lips licking the small bud. "oh fuck Steve" you cry out thrusting your hips to get closer. He chuckles before quickening his tongue, taking his fingers down to your opening pushing them into your tight walls earning a loud moan from you. He moves his digits in a slow teasing pace that makes your back arch as your hands move to grab a fist full of his soft brown curls.

He circles his tongue as his fingers pick up pace stroking the spot deep inside you, working your high out of you. "oh God Steve I'm gonna-" you trail off as you Dissolve into pleasure. He licks through your folds cleaning up your juices. Your breath heavy as you come back down to earth. You sit up pushing Steve down with his back on the cushion so he's sitting up, legs hanging off touching the floor. You move to be sitting in his lap placing him at your entrance sliding down on his cock. "oh fuck" he whines as you began to move in circles on top of him. His hands coming to your waist squeezing the flesh at your hips certain to leave pretty bruises there.

You began to lift off him before dropping back down, your head falling back at the feeling of him gliding in and out of you. "oh Steve" you mumble losing yourself. "yeah, that feel baby?" he says teasing. "so good Steve, so fucking good" you nodded. Steve lifts you slightly so he can thrust up into you going from your slow pace to a quick one taking control. You cry his name and other profanities into the empty house, your head falls into his neck and you suck the the sensitive skin in a comforting way from his brutal strokes into your pussy. One of his hands leaves your waist as he slaps your ass leaving a hand print on the soft cheek, you jerk with a gasp causing him to chuckle.

"so needy, you sweet girl came and dragged me out of work leaving poor robin" he says rubbing where his hand had just hit. You only whimper in response. "aw look, you were trying to be a brat earlier now your falling apart on my cock" He said pressing kisses to your shoulder. "I wanna cum daddy" you cry into his neck removing your lips from his skin. "should I let you" he ask squeezing your ass. You nod rubbing yourself down onto his thrust he smacks your ass again. "words" he seems to pick up his pace filling the room with a clapping sound and your moans. "yes please daddy" you whine and you start to shake. He hums, wrapping his arms around your waist, holding you in place slamming up harder.

"Dadddy" you babbled. "I know just a little longer baby" his hand comes up stroking your hair as his thrust becomes slow and sloppy, a loud moan leaving his throat. "come for daddy baby" he says and you clench around him rotating your hips faster causing him to fall apart and come inside you, you follow after him. He rubbed circles on your back as he lift from the couch carefully carrying you to the guest bathroom. Steve places you down on the cold tile as he runs water for a bath.

"wanna bubble bath?" He says picking you up and putting you in the tub. "Why did you ask if you were gonna just put me in?" you said, raising a brow. "don't be a brat I'll fuck you in this tub y/l/n" he grabs the soap from the counter "then I'll continue Harrington" you smirk. He shakes his head in response.

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[rings bell frantically] CALLING ALL PPL WHO HAD BAD SEX EXPERIENCES!!! if that’s you, this is for u :D ! this has been in the drafts 4 months and i’m excited to set it free! enjoy! 8k words, fem!reader, oral (f receiving) MDNI THIS ENTIRE BLOG IS 18+

You think you might be the only person your age in the whole of Hawkins who doesn’t seem to get the hype.

Couples have been caught all over in the act. At the drive-in cinema, in the back of the cinema, hell, even beneath the bleachers at school — tongues down each other's throats and pants around their ankles, so caught up in each other that they don’t care about consequences. That it’s that good, that it’s worth the risk. 

Sex. 

You just don’t get it.

Once upon a time, one boyfriend ago, before you’d ever experienced it, there had been an inkling of eagerness within you. Curiosity twined in with piqued interest, you wondered eagerly about when you’d find someone who’d show you all about why sex got its reputation. 

And then you had it— with Samuel Cosgrove in his twin bed when his parents were out of town, 3 weeks into dating him. Your expectations crumbled. 

You decided quickly that everyone must be lying if that was what you were supposed to be looking forward to. It wasn’t… sexy. You didn’t feel sexy having it either.

It only left you feeling somewhat awkward and a bit foolish, with Samuel trying to ruck your shirt up even though you had asked to keep it on. Embarrassment crept in easily at how you seemed to be half a step behind him the whole time, not quite warmed up, not quite sure if this was the mood, not quite ready to take all your clothes off. 

The springs on his bed were loud and squeaked with every shift of weight. The whole thing sort of hurt more than anything.

You chalked it up to the first time, dredging together your hopes even as they rapidly deflated inside you, cemented by Samuel’s sloppy kiss that missed your mouth and landed wetly on the corner of your lips when he finished. 

His sweat stuck to your skin and you didn’t feel sexy, or good, or relieved or anything else the dozen Cosmo magazines under your bed promised you would. 

Next time, you said to yourself. You had even confided in your close friend, admitting to the underwhelming experience, and asked quite plainly when it ‘got good’. 

“The first time always sucks!” She’d assured you, her voice a hushed whisper over the diner table.“Trust me, the first, like, three times totally suck.” 

You didn’t mean to but, subconsciously, three became the number to reach— get through the first three terrible times, and… all would be peachy in paradise. 

And so when the next time was… underwhelming, you weren’t exactly surprised. Worse, was how it wasn’t anything Samuel did but what he said that stuck with you long after he’d drifted off on your sheets. Lying in the cradle of your hips, Samuel had traced his hand up your legs and then frowned, yanking his hand back. You had startled, propping up quickly to ask him what it was. 

“You’re spiky,” he said, chuckling in a mean way. You could feel your chest ache pathetically at his words and you instinctively tried to curl your legs in, wanting to hide them away. So what if they were? It was the middle of winter and he’d surprised you, showing up at your window to sneak in. 

When the fourth time happened and disappointment weighed heavy on you again, you deduced the truth. Sex was some big scam- some stupid joke that everyone was in on and just pretending to enjoy. 

It was easier to blame sex if only so you didn’t blame yourself. But… it niggles in the back of your brain, a line-up of indisputable facts that all point to the same thing. That, maybe sex isn’t the problem — but you are. 

And, look, it’s not really a problem when you’re not dating or seeing anyone.

… Enter Steve Harrington.

Admittedly, Steve was not someone you thought you would ever date. Or maybe it was the other way around, that you thought that Steve would ever date you.

His reputation as a bit of a player was as far from something you were interested in, especially considering your feelings towards sex, but… he had sort of proven you wrong every chance possible.

One month of dates and it’s been no more than holding hands and kisses on cheeks. You’ve kissed him properly, of course, once or twice, but lest you give him the wrong idea, they hadn’t been much more than a quick kiss. Steve still seemed to glow afterward, no matter what. 

It made you feel good. Safe. Warmed you to know he was happy with whatever affection you felt ready to bestow, and never pushed for more. 

You could tell he wanted it. It was hidden in the flex of his fingers and even the not-so-subtle adjusting of his pants when he’d invited you over for a dip in his pool. You’d shown up in your bathing suit— and it was the most amount of skin Steve had ever seen from you and it did not go underappreciated. He had been touchy, hands skirting up your sides, but still respectful. 

And strangely enough, you find yourself… wanting it too. 

Wanting for his touch, thinking about letting your own hands wander across his skin to find what makes him sigh, makes him groan in pleasure, what might make him whine. It surprises you, the ferocity of your eagerness, how it presses your thighs together tightly and licks pure arousal up your spine — even when Steve’s not even trying. 

(He was, you just didn’t know it. Steve knows exactly when girls seem to be looking at his arms and he’s unashamed to say he will flex his muscles and pretend he hasn’t. Robin has caught him doing this several times.) 

And today has been nothing short of wonderful. 

A balmy Saturday which you found yourself swept up in Steve’s company over at his house, laziness fuelled by the golden sun rays of the day. 

You weren’t even doing anything in particular, just enjoying being near each other. You had stretched out on a pool lounger with a book in your hand for the most part and it was with giddy delight that Steve seemed more than chuffed to just lay beside you, sizzling in the sun and then occasionally cooling off in the pool. 

Which is a spectacle all in itself. 

The sight of his chest gives you one or two steamy ideas, especially as it drips with water when he pushes up on the edge of the pool. His biceps bulge deliciously as you peer over the edge of your book, not as subtlety as you might think. You honestly don’t even mind if he catches you staring, not when this is your view. 

Your eyes trace the sparkling drops of water as they roll down his chest tantalizingly slow, through the chest hair between his pecs, down, down, trailing down his happy trail— fuck, okay, he totally caught you staring. 

Your eyes dart back up to his face to find Steve’s already looking at you, his eyes holding a playful mirth to them. His smile looks just a little bit cheeky. Bastard. 

Water splatters on the tiles where he walks as he pads over to collect his towel bunched on the end of the lounger beside your own.

“Good book?” He asks sweetly.

He says it as he scrubs the towel over his face, drying it off and then starting on his hair— he gives it a quick rub over rapidly so that when he pulls the towel away, his hair is sticking up in every direction. He holds the towel to his chest and gives his head a quick shake, like a dog, shaking out the extra water.

When he looks up at you again, beginning to towel dry his bare chest, you realise you haven’t even attempted to answer his question. 

“Book.” You echo. Steve chuckles a little bit and it kickstarts your embarrassment, finally remembering to say something else. You hold the book up to gesture with it, “Yes! It’s good, it’s…” 

Steve’s resumed drying himself and you find your words leaving you as the towel drags down his tummy, leading your eyes with it. Your mouth feels suspiciously dry. Want. You want him.

“It’s…?” 

He’s teasing you again. You startle, wondering if he’s purposefully trying to put on a sensual towel-drying show for you. You’re surprised to find you’re actually glad that he is. 

It feels like another subtle way to affirm all his affections for you without all of the touchiness you’ve yet to reach with him — come and get me, it’s like he’s saying, if you want. 

You snap your book shut. “It’s too hot to be reading, I think.” 

Steve frowns in his worry and steps forward, closer to you. He presses the back of his hand to your forehead lightly. “You feelin’ too warm? Y’gotta careful being out here too long if you aren’t gonna swim.” 

He sounds on the concerned side but there’s a touch of cheek in his voice too, like he knows why you haven’t turned the page for the last 5 minutes. It stokes the firey feeling that’s beginning to burn in your gut. A smile curls at your lips and you huff a little laugh, leaning back and batting his hand away from your forehead. 

“Yes, mom.” You jest, hand falling back onto the lounger. You lean back onto it to get a better view of him. “I’m not too hot.” 

Steve grins. “Oh, I would say the opposite. You are, in fact,” He leans in closer, one hand coming up to push some hair behind your ear. His hand lingers, fingertips on the edge of your jaw. “Very hot.” 

You couldn’t stop your reaction if you tried— which you do try, some sputtering cough with a duck of your head as you feel your body flush hotly at his words. His forwardness is something you’re still getting used to.

Just as you’re about to stumble through a poorly constructed sentence, Steve saves you— reaching over to grab his rumpled t-shirt and pulling it over his head. A small, disappointed, part of you wilts. You catch yourself from being so obvious, scooping up your bookmark and stuffing it in a random page. 

Steve offers his hand out for you to take. “C’mon, we both need some water I think.” 

You ponder if there’s a second meaning to his words as you trail along beside him, letting him lead you back through the sliding glass doors that open to the kitchen with your intertwined hands. Steve gives your hand a quick squeeze before he drops it to open the fridge, peering inside. You lean back against the counter, arms folding loosely over your front and allow yourself to look at him. 

Your boyfriend. It sounds even a bit strange in your head and you know if you tried to say it aloud, it would get caught on the way out, tripping over your teeth. Calling him your boyfriend cements all those expectations you worry so much about… even though, not-so-secretly, you revel in the fact thats he’s your boyfriend. 

“Thinking hard over there, I can see,” Steve comments teasingly and you blink, realising he’s already looking at you. He must have asked you a question and you missed it. 

“What?” 

Steve laughs a bit, pink lips pulled into a slight smirk. He shakes the bottle in his hands a little bit, bringing your attention to it. “Did you want to try some of this? I think it’s sparkling and…” 

He trails off, pulling the bottle closer to his face to scan over the front of it. You can’t help but think the furrow in his brows as he reads is adorable. He hums, obviously not finding what he’s after, and flips the bottle over. 

“…raspberry flavour?” He finishes, looking up at you, brows raised. He gives a little shrug. “That sound nice?” 

You think about it for a moment and then shake your head. Steve laughs in agreement and places ii back in the fridge, some mumble about his mom leaving it here the last time she visited home. He turns back to the fridge still rummaging. “Okay, anything in particular you want?” 

You are thirsty but… your stomach swoops as you realise it’s for something else altogether. If you want it though, you’ll have to ask. 

“Maybe, a kiss?” 

Steve freezes for an instant, then he whips around like he’s not entirely sure he’s heard correctly. The fridge door clatters loudly and he quickly grabs it, stopping the rattling bottles and looking mighty flushed when he shoots you a grin. 

“A kiss?” He checks. He lets go of the fridge doors to scratch the back of his neck awkwardly, too aware of his own unsubtle eagerness. “I heard that right, didn’t I?” 

A nervous chuckle scrapes out your throat but you nod. You uncross your arms but can’t settle them, crossing them again nervously as Steve comes closer. His brown eyes scan your face intently, searching to make sure he’s getting every signal right. 

When you smile assuredly, Steve sighs in relief and his shoulders drop an inch. He smiles too, his hand reaching up to hold your faces cupping your cheek. His strokes across your cheekbone as he talks. “Oh, thank god. I was beginning to think, maybe, you just weren’t into kissing me.” 

Then he leans in— and you hold your breath without meaning to. 

The thing is, Steve is a good kisser. A very very good kisser and even your strange gaspy noise as you try to remember to breathe is not enough to ruin the kiss. His plush lips capture yours and have you feeling as hot as the day, a heat blooming in your chest and spreading like wildfire. Your fingers flex at your sides. 

You push up on your toes without even thinking, to steal more of his touch, and when Steve breaks the kiss, you’re embarrassed to find yourself chasing his lips. You clear your throat and avert your eyes, sinking back down— embarrassed at showing how much you’d melted under a single kiss. 

You just don’t realise how it looks to Steve. 

“You do… right?” 

Your head pops up, eyes widening as you try to comprehend his question. 

“Like… kissing you?” You ask meekly, more embarrassed that he’s asking for confirmation. Embarrassed that you’d somehow been overly eager and also convinced him of the opposite in one kiss. God, maybe there is something wrong with you. 

“Yeah.” Steve nods, pulling back a little further from you— like he needs physical space in case you say something absurd like ‘no.’ 

Your hands react faster than your mind, reaching to grab his shoulders to stop him from putting space between you. 

“Yes!” You say loudly. You try to rein in your embarrassment for his sake, swallowing your nerves which feel thick and swollen in your throat. “Yes, I like kissing you. It’s just, I’m… I’m worried.” 

How do you say this? How can you explain that you’ve been so afraid of your kisses going a few steps further because then- then when things get heated and Steve’s expecting things, you have to explain that — that what? 

That you’re not really sure if you even like sex, or maybe that it just doesn’t seem to work for you or — or that there’s probably just something wrong with you that means you can’t figure out how the hell to relax and enjoy sex- and that it’s not his fault but probably totally yours but— 

“Woah, woah, woah,” Steve cuts into your spiralling thoughts, having seen the dilemma spilled across your face. “Stop thinking what you’re thinking and just, like, take a breather.” 

He places his hand on his chest and mimes a deep inhale. You copy him without thinking, chest rising and falling in sync with his, unable to look at him for a moment. When you find the courage to dredge your eyes up to his face, his eyes are soft and his brows have knitted together in concern. 

“Good.” He praises, hand falling off his chest to rub gently at your arm. “Okay, now instead of doing all that worrying up there just… tell me what’s worrying you. Please?” 

Part of you want to huff and hide, to make him really pry so you know that he means it. It’s dramatic, you know — especially because he’s being so good at communicating. He’s asked outright. You try to put the words in the correct order. 

“Just… we haven’t— I haven’t kissed you a lot because I’m worried about what it might lead to.” You say quietly, eyes back to avoiding his gaze. You stare at his chest, the tuft of chest hair peeking out, and do your best to swallow the knot in your throat. 

“And I— I don’t want to disappoint you,” you admit, frustrated at how a familiar sting burns at the back of your eyes. “But I- just, in the times I’ve gone that far and— and slept with someone, I didn’t… I just didn’t like it. I didn’t enjoy it.” 

You squeeze your eyes shut tight, proclamation out in the open, and try to take a deep breath— just like Steve had instructed mere moments ago. Courage gathered, you open your eyes and peer up at him again. 

“Oh,” Steve breathes. You can nearly see the cogs turning in his head, his eyebrows twitching as he takes in what you’ve said and what it means for the two of you. “Oh, well that’s okay. I mean, if you didn’t want to I would never—“ 

“—That’s not the thing.” You interrupt. “I want to. I do. I just…” Your voice trails off, taking on a  trembling whisper as you say the thing you’ve yet to say aloud yet, for fear of speaking it into existence. You can’t quite look at him, eyes focused on the kitchen tiles instead. 

“I think it’s me. I think— I’m worried there’s something wrong with me.” 

Your words hang in the air for a moment and Steve feels his worry shift into something deeper, something closer to devastation, as he realises how deeply you believe what you’ve said. 

You genuinely think there is— even thinking it makes him want to scoff aloud. He forces himself to focus on consoling you here and now, instead of riling himself up with thoughts of whatever— whoever lead you to your immense self-doubt. 

“Well, there’s not,” Steve says plainly. Like there’s no room for discussion— his hand drifting down your arm to gather your hands in his own. They get swallowed, his hands huge when compared to your own. 

“There’s nothing wrong— you- you could never disappoint me in that way.” 

Your eyes lift from the ground to his face, desperate to see if you can see the truth in his words. He can tell- fuck, he can already read you so well. 

“Honest,” He insists, giving your hands a quick squeeze. “I promise you, okay? I- if I was disappointed over something like that it would be- that would be such a dick move.” 

“Well, you wouldn’t be the first.” You mutter bitterly. 

The words slip out without entirely meaning to; you aren’t trying to start a pity party but how are you supposed to explain why you think the way you do? How can you explain why you’re so worried about taking it further? Deep down, you know he deserves to know. 

Steve’s eyes widen for a moment, your words sinking in and cutting as they go. He doesn’t want to think about you sleeping with other people, for all the jealous reasons, but mainly because everything he’s learned today is that nobody has taken proper care of you. 

It twists his heart thinking of some fucking idiot not taking his time with you, not getting you comfortable— so that you get to this point, embarrassed, avoiding his eyes, and so entirely convinced that you’re the problem. 

“Look,” Steve says softly. His hands squeeze yours again and he tries to think of how best to say this. “If we never sleep together, I don’t care.” 

That catches your attention, your head jerking up to look at him — what? That has never even been an option with dating someone. Not in your mind, at least. You find yourself reeling, fumbling for words but Steve just keeps talking. 

“If you don’t wanna, I don’t wanna,” Steve shrugs, like that’s all there is to it.

“There’s nothing wrong if it’s not really your thing.” Another squeeze to your hands. You look up at him, aware you must look a picture of bewildered — there were a thousand ways you imagined this conversation going and this was not one of them. 

A smile pulls on his lips as he chuckles a bit, eyes falling to your conjoined hands. “Hell, for all we know I’d add to your disappointing experiences.” 

You laugh quietly but it’s saturated in fondness. He’s taking jabs at himself to make you feel better. 

“Hardly likely, considering the rumours I’ve heard about you,” You murmur lowly. You find it in yourself to squeeze his hands back, peering back up at him. Steve’s brows rise and he grins. 

“Oh? And just what rumours are we talking about?” He teases. 

“Shut up,” You say, no heat behind it in the slightest. Your chest is starting to feel lighter and lighter as the reality of his words sink in. “You know what they say about you.” 

Steve grins wider. “That I slept with Mrs. Click just to pass her class?” 

“What?” You wrinkle your nose at the horrid picture of your old English teacher with your boyfriend. “No! Did people really say that about you?” 

Steve’s grin fades, edging towards jaded. He gives a soft sigh, tilting his head back an inch. “People say everything and it all means nothing unless it’s coming from the right person.” 

He wriggles a hand free from your unaware tightening holding to brush his knuckles against your cheek tenderly. A piece of hair flops over his forehead, curling back upwards, and the buzz of cicadas fills the empty noise around you.

“So, I don’t know if some asshole told you or you just think that you’re wrong, but…” Steve inhales, his eyes darting between yours. 

The brown in them is intense, holding you fixed beneath his heavy gaze. “If— just you said you want to so, we can try and- and we can go slow and I’ll stop the moment you want to, okay? For whatever reason.” 

You feel a strange bubble of hope churn in your gut. It feels too good to be true. 

“…You’re sure?” 

“M’sure,” Steve nods. “Even for something as small as you don’t like the way my dick looks or—“ 

A laugh startles out of you and you shake your head. “I meant more about stopping but good to know anyways.” You pause a moment. “…Should I be worried?” 

You’re teasing. Steve delights in it, his own voice slipping that little bit lower— his knuckles on your cheek swiping across, down your jaw, til he lingers near your neck. 

“Why don’t you find out?” 

The hunger in your tummy returns with a new heat, rivalling the day. You suddenly feel nervous again, a roll of nerves turning over, but this time it feels far closer to anticipation. The kiss you’ve been yearning to give him, hot and messy, burns up inside you and when you rise on your toes, Steve meets you in the middle. 

Your lower back presses against the counter as Steve leans into you, his mouth slotted against yours. One kiss snowballs into another, and another, the fervency growing as you let yourself give into your desire. Your hands on his shoulders shift, trailing down to feel up the chest you’ve been gawking at all day.

Steve lets out a quiet grunt as your nails dig in and his other hand finds your waist, tugging you to press against his body — his other hand slides into your hair, clutching the strands loosely. You sigh into his mouth, nerves still alight beneath your skin but the way they buzz makes you feel good. Steve makes you feel good. 

Right as his hand scrapes along your lower back, heading lower, you’re both startled by the loud beep! that sounds in the kitchen. At the same time you peer around him, Steve turns and gives a sheepish chuckle, seeing the fridge door still ajar from when he’d been fishing around inside. 

He steps away from you, pushing the doors closed gently. Turning back, your chest swells with pride seeing the effect you’re already having on him; red lips, shiny with spit and a faint ruby colour in the apples of his cheeks. Steve smiles, boyish and charming. 

“Do you wanna keep—“ 

“—yes.”

You’re not going to squander this chance, not going to waste the days' chemistry when there’s still that tiny worry niggling in the back of your brain that today is all a fluke. That Steve’s words might just be an offer, something else that wouldn’t be a first for you. 

Steve grins. He holds out his hand and you intertwine yours with him, letting him lead you. Your stomach swoops as he takes you out the kitchen and heads for the stairs, checking back on you with a quick glimpse. You do your best to show him your excitement instead of your nerves. You’re not sure you succeed. 

Squeezing his hand does the trick for a final reassurance. Steve resumes leading you up the stairs, taking a familiar turn towards his bedroom, beginning to talk softly as he does. 

“Remember, anytime, anything you don’t like, just say the word.” 

You both pause, standing in his room and you swallow the doubts that try to claw back up your throat. Giving a sly glance at him, you smile coyly and wiggle your hand out from his. Trailing backwards to his bed, you pretend to think about it, til your thighs hit the edge of the bed. 

“Hmm… well,” You begin, a touch of sultriness dipping into your voice. “I don’t like… that you’re still wearing your shirt.” 

Before you, Steve huffs a silent laugh, that handsome smile gracing his lips as he ducks his head. He doesn’t disappoint though, his arms reaching up behind his head to shuck his shirt off in one fluid motion.

He chucks it aside thoughtlessly and where it lands doesn’t even matter — your eyes are fixed on his chest. His bare chest that you’ve been given permission to properly ogle at. You swear you feel your mouth salivate a bit. 

“Should've known this would go first, considering the way you were drooling outside,” Steve remarks cockily, folding his arms loosely. It makes his biceps bulge and you swallow again, this time nothing to do with nerves. 

“I wasn’t drooling,” You defend weakly, beginning to fidget with the hem of your own shirt. “I was admiring, okay? There’s a difference.” 

Steve saunters over slowly as you talk, steps slow and measured. He’s smirking by the time he’s before you, so close you can feel the heat of him. “Uh huh. Totally, sweetheart, I believe you. Need help with this?” 

His hand has reached out, fingers pinching the same hem you’re fiddling with. You nod slowly, “Yes, please.” 

Steve’s smirk fades into something sweeter and he grabs the hem with two hands, beginning to ruck it up gently, his eyes locked on yours — you raise your arms when it starts to get caught, holding your gaze to his until the fabric intersects. Your arms drop and you push away the urge to wrap them around your middle. 

Steve drops your shirt much more gently than his own but his eyes are still entirely on you. There’s a shine of awe in them now, flicking up at down the newly exposed skin. 

The intensity of his gaze makes you want to shy away but you chose bravery instead, reaching out to grab his side. Steve jumps, barely an inch, and before you even get a chance to question, he’s smiling. “Y’got cold hands, honey.” 

He draws them up to his mouth, laying soft kisses across your knuckles. Heat flushes through you and you melt beneath it, lowering yourself back on the bed. Steve follows eagerly, still kissing at your hands. He kneels between your legs and when he finally drops your hands from his, it’s to reach out and cup your jaw. 

“Keep breathing,” He murmurs quietly, eyes dancing in amusement. You hadn’t even realise you had been holding your breath. You realise it in one big exhale and this time, when you reach for him, you actually succeed in tugging him closer. You tumble backward into his sheets and Steve comes with you, his forearms planted on either side of you and his body pressed up against yours. 

“I don’t like…” You say, continuing the bit from earlier, your voice quiet and still tinged with a poorly hidden nervousness. “That you keep waiting to kiss me.” 

Steve’s brows hike up an inch but his smile hides his surprise easily, his entire face glowing a bit brighter. He looks fucking gorgeous bathed in the buttery sunlight, even though it’s just beginning to fade towards darkness behind the curtains. 

You stare unabashedly up at him, marvelling at his features that are etched in with adoration for you. You follow down the strong line of his nose, along the soft arches in his eyebrows, the faint wrinkles at the corners of his eyes that he has from smiling. 

You study the swell of his cupids bow perched above his pink lips and each of the moles dotted all over your favourite face— and think to yourself it’s not fucking fair that he looks like this. Like he’s been carved from marble and cast in gold. 

Thank God he’s yours. 

He doesn’t disappoint you — his lips finding yours and kissing you deeply, his chest brushing your own. Your entire body seems to sigh at the touch, tingling with anticipation — you’ve been overdue for all these kisses for far too long and it seems once you’ve gotten started, it feels impossible to stop.

You kiss needily, your hands moving off his midriff to drift up to his jawline. You cradle it gently, your lips a little less gentle- you try to remember how to do this, how to nip at his lips teasingly, how to soothe them with your tongue. 

Slowly, Steve’s body weight lowers onto you as he focuses more and more on figuring out what you seem to like. Time melts like candle wax and you feel as goopy as it too, all warm and pliable, softened by his kisses. Heat begins to simmer in your gut. You don’t know how long you’ve been kissing when Steve pulls away, his mouth cherry red and his face flushed. 

His fingers slip beneath the strap of your bra, toying with it but nothing more. He checks over your face as he asks, “Wanna take this off?” 

You nod, breathlessly. Up til now, it’s been easy to turn off your brain and let all your thoughts revolve around getting kissed absolutely stupid by Steve. 

But as his hands work deftly beneath you, unclipping the strap of your bra and beginning to tug it down, you feel the first worry creep in — this is usually when your panties follow, then his boxers, and then the expectations. Even with all your enjoyment, you know that if he tries now, you won’t be ready. 

Frustration bubbles up in your chest, mingling with your insecurity and you squirm a bit, trying to think of how to tell Steve without disappointing him. 

You’re so sick of disappointing people for something you can’t seem to help. 

Steve notices your squirming. His head shoots up to meet your gaze, a furrow back in his brow. “Hey, hey, what’s goin’ on?” 

“I…” Words die on your tongue easily, a war happening inside your throat as you debate what to say. You like him— you really like him and don’t want this to end and… he told you he wants you to tell the truth. 

“I don’t… I’m not—“ Your whisper climbs in volume alongside your frustration. “Steve, this isn’t working.” 

The wrinkle between his brow deepens and it’s not a comforting sight. Steve shifts a bit, his hand moving from the straps of your bra up to your face. He pushes back a few stray locks of hair, eyes sincere. 

“Not working?” He murmurs, “Baby, we’ve only just started.” 

You blink up at him once, twice. Your mouth opens and then closes again. 

You know that but you also know how this goes. Well, you think you know— so why do you suddenly feel so foolish? 

“Oh.” You say shyly. You sink your teeth into your bottom lip and try to ignore feeling like you’ve just ruined the mood. 

Steve takes it all in his stride, nothing but a twitch in his furrows brows as he takes in your embarrassed expression. He leans down, and kisses your neck, then your collarbone. His lips trail down, down, slow and sensual. Your bra scraps down your arms, tossed aside absentmindedly.

“Sweet girl,” he whispers into your skin. “I’m so sorry.” 

“Sorry?” You echo, a bit breathier as Steve's kisses scrape down your breast. Your nipples peak to attention.

“Mhm,” he hums, his lips wrapping around your nipple and sucking— his hands paw greedily at your back which arches eagerly into his kisses. Steve drags his mouth off, beginning to mouth softly down your breast til his plush lips kiss at your sternum. 

“M’sorry that nobody has ever taken care of you before.”

You squirm beneath him at his words, a warm flush washing through your body as desire spins up inside you. Steve continues as if he hasn’t turned your whole view inside-out— his hand shifting up to thumb at your nipple as he takes your nipple back between his lips. 

“Steve…” you sigh out. 

He’s kneading your body in just the right way, the sensitivity of your chest fuelling the pool of heat growing deep in your stomach. You feel your thighs clench together, hips shifting up instinctively. You haven’t been touched like this before and fuck, it’s a lot. 

“I know, honey.” He says lowly, voice muffled against your skin. He suckles at your nipple and just nips at it, a flash of teeth, enough to make you arch further. Your eyes slip shut and you push your chest further out. 

To your disappointment, Steve pulls back instead. Your eyes open, neck craning to look at him, your chest rising and falling with your heavy breaths.

“Y’tell me if there’s anything you don’t like, alright?” 

Somehow, the heat in your gut flares that much hotter — knowing that there’s love behind every motion. You scramble for threads of courage and hold them tightly. Then you bend your legs until you can slide them around his waist, ankles crossing and tugging him closer. His cock, straining in his pants, presses flush against your core, and at the same time you inhale, Steve stutters out a groan. 

“I’ll tell you.” You say, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip to hold back your grin. It melts away as Steve shifts against you purposefully, one of his hands dropping to hold your hip. The hard length of him grinds against your cunt, catching the angle of your clit in a way that makes you mewl beneath him. 

Steve kisses your breast again but your hands are already reaching for him— fingers cupping his jaw to tug him up. Your lips capture his and this time, when he rolls his hips into yours, the soft noise you make is swallowed in his kiss. It’s fervent, your kisses gaining speed and mess. You tighten your ankles and experiment with your grind and are rewarded with a jagged moan from Steve. 

Faintly, you consider how it makes a little more sense now. That all those desperate motions of making out, rutting against each other, hot open-mouth kisses— fuck, if it was always like this, you get it. You feel like you’re on fire. 

A breeze flutters the curtains across the room, the only indication of time outside your little bubble. It’s far too easy to get lost in the motions— building up your lust until you’re sure the cotton between your legs is soaked through. It feels silly but god, even though you knew this was one of the things making all those past times so terrible, you had just assumed that’s how it would always be. 

The stickiness feels vulgar, your cunt pulsating with heat like you’ve never felt before. It just makes it all feel better though— the warm, hard heat of Steve’s cock, fitting snug between your folds. 

A pause in the makeout to catch your breath. You’re huffing wildly and Steve takes the moment of his undistracted attention to focus on the shorts you’re wearing. He doesn’t ask verbally this time but as he hooks his fingers beneath the waistband, his eyes flash up to yours in question. 

You wiggle your hips and Steve takes his cue, the fabric scraping against your skin as it slides down, down, down. To your surprise, Steve goes with them. He gets halfway down the bed, his head aligned with your belly, hands kneading at the flesh of your boobs before he halts. 

“I wanna try something,” He says, looking up at you. He dots a quick kiss onto your skin as he does, not breaking eye contact. “And I think you’re gonna really love it.” 

He drags out the word really, his voice low enough that it rumbles, nearly a purr. 

“It involves a little bit of this.” He murmurs, pressing a kiss into your navel. He kisses nice and slow, the plushness of his lips scraping across the stretch of skin. 

You shiver a little, feeling how your thighs part instinctively and Steve smiles wickedly, seeing the motion. 

“A little—“ He travels further down, his hands sliding to hold the outside of your thighs. He grips the skin and urges it to spread wider— then takes a greedy fat lick along your inner thigh. “—of this.” 

You squirm. It’s unnerving in the best way, having someone so dedicated to making you feel good— but Steve’s face betrays no hint of insincerity. In fact, if you had to guess, you’d say he even looks excited. 

His large tan hands cover your hips, slender fingers curved atop your thighs to keep them pried open. You’re expecting the next question to be getting the final scrap of clothing off you— a mixture of nerves and excitement at the vulnerability that comes with taking them off. 

He doesn’t though. Drawing a line with the tip of his nose, he nuzzles down from the inside of your knee to your thigh, the warmth of his breath fanning across sensitive skin. He kisses your cunt, once, soft. You twitch, a sweet noise pushing past your lips. 

Steve does it again. This time, his lips part and you feel his tongue press through the soaked cotton of your panties — he kisses again, harder, moving over your clit with his tongue. This time you moan and feel your hips tip up to chase his mouth, surprising yourself. 

Fuck, when have you ever been this wet before? The cotton between your legs is sticky and it only gets messier with Steve’s every lick. The duvet crinkles beneath you as you sigh and sink into it, the low throb of pleasure curling up in your gut. 

“Steve,” you sigh his name like it’s a prayer. 

He hums against your core, his fingers gliding beneath the elastic of your panties but not pulling them down just yet. His hot mouth drops lower, his nose pressing into you at the perfect angle. Your breathy exhale is lilted with moans. 

“See?” He murmurs, so low you nearly don’t hear him. 

“S’Nothing wrong with you, sweetheart. Y’just needed…“ His fingers grip your panties and begin to pull and you aid him quickly with a lift of your hips. “…someone to take a little more care with you.” 

Any fear of vulnerability is whirled far away; you need his mouth back on you, like, yesterday. Especially when Steve groans. Like the sight of your glistening cunt is enough to make his cock ache. Your tummy heats further at the thought. 

His hands re-situate, soothing up to your tummy before sliding back down to grasp the tops of your thighs again. He pulls them open wider. 

Pure fire streaks through your nerves, a sweltering pleasurable burn twisting in your gut as Steve’s tongue licks through your folds in one bold stroke. Your hips try to twitch forward but his hands are already there, holding them down. 

There’s one more pause, one soft curse of adoration, as his nose nuzzles along the soft skin of your inner thigh. You feel unbearably warm in his sheets, heat pulsating and dancing beneath your skin. 

“Steve,” you whisper his name again, urging him gently. “Please.” 

“I got you,” He murmurs in response.  “You don’t gotta say please with me,” He hums lowly, then kisses right on your clit, languid and warm, his tongue swirling around it deftly. You cry out softly. 

He drags his mouth off you and if you looked down, you’d see the soft sheen of your slick on his rosy lips. “I wanna give you everything you want.” 

You gasp as he finally puts his mouth on you properly, pleasure dribbling through your core as he suckles on your clit. He’s killer with his tongue, twisting it and flattening it against your bud in a way that has you squirming. The sheets scrunch in your frenzied grip. 

For the first time, you understand why pornos even sound like that— taking a moment to realise the whiney gaspy noise you’re hearing is coming from you. 

“Oh god,” You whine prettily. “That’s— uh— fuck, that’s really good.” 

Between your thighs, you hear and feel the moan Steve gives back. Your thighs are twitching, torn between trying to keep them apart or warm your boyfriend's ears. Your hips are moving, subtle grinds up into Steve’s face and he takes it all appreciatively. He sucks and slurps, tongue dragging down your folds to toy at your clenching hole— making you squeal. 

“Fuck,” he rasps, pulling back for a moment. His voice is doused in arousal. “You’re so wet.” 

Heat plumes low in your tummy as he dives back in, a groan echoing from his throat. The coil in your gut tightens, winding tighter and tighter. Your chest heaves as your voice melts away until everything you say is a whimpery little “yes, yes, yes,” and Steve’s name. 

His huge hands are still pressing your thighs apart but one shifts suddenly, barely noticeable in your mounting euphoria, until it’s tapping at your hand fisted in the sheets. 

You lift your head, confused, and peer down at him. 

It’s a mistake. His hand is resting on the bed in front of your own, propped up and fingers spread. It's clear he wants to hold your hand. Chest heaving and still lightly moaning, your eyes dart from his hand to his face — and that’s the mistake. 

He’s fucking beautiful. Hair mussed, rosy-cheeked, and dark-eyed, Steve can only hold eye contact for a moment before his eyelids slip shut as he moans against your cunt. Fire blooms under your skin, coil turned tighter and together. He wants to hold your hand. Your fingers just manage to tangle with Steve’s, holding tight, as you tip over the edge with a cry. 

It’s intense — jagged waves of pleasure that ride through every nerve in your body and have you nearly overwhelmed with how fucking good it feels. Incoherent babbling whines pour from your mouth. Your thighs lock up, beating Steve’s strong hold now that he’s down to just one hand, and close around his head. He moans in response, his tongue never letting up, licking and sucking at your cunt fervently. 

And he holds your hand the whole way through. 

You feel thoroughly flattened by the time your orgasm tapers off, your legs relaxing and flopping tiredly against the bed. Vaguely, you’re aware you should apologise for likely cutting off his oxygen flow for a good couple of seconds there but you’re too out of breath yourself to do so. 

Your chest rises and falls and a sweet contentment settles into your skin. You feel happy, loved. Without meaning to, an awed laugh titters out of you. 

Then another, and another. You can’t seem to stop laughing, a gleeful silly joy as you release his hand to bury your face in your own. 

“Holy shit,” you whisper to yourself. Then, slightly louder. “Holy shit, Steve.” 

You hear him laugh and the sheets crinkle — and then he’s in your field of vision, hovering over you with an adoring grin on his face. His lips are still so pink and there’s a shine on his chin. He wipes it away absentmindedly, focused on you. 

“I take it you enjoyed yourself?” He says, genuine and not at all cocky. He settles down, one arm on either side of your chest. One of his hands sweeps over your face sweetly. 

You nod, tucking your bottom lip behind your teeth to constrain your grin. 

“Uh huh,” you say, voice all gooey. “I didn’t—“ 

You pause. “I thought— and then you— and Oh my Goddd.” You cover your face with your hands again, groaning exaggeratedly as you try to roll over and melt away into his bed sheets. 

“See? I told you it wasn’t you,” Steve says, peppering little kisses where he can reach. He kisses your shoulder, along the side of your face. He coaxes you out gently, pressing your shoulder to roll you onto your back. You face him properly.

“There is nothing wrong with you.” He reminds you. You’ve never been so happy to be wrong. You nod, hair scrunching against the pillow behind you. 

“Okay,” You say, with a small smile, finally believing it. “There’s nothing wrong with me.” 

Steve’s stare is glowing with fondness and the next moment, he’s lurching forward to press his mouth to yours. You kiss back greedily and lazily all at once.

He pulls back and you hate how the thought comes to you, unbidden; the smallest wrinkle creasing between your brows. 

“But,” You begin, voice small. “That wasn’t sex though.” 

Steve’s head tilts an inch, like an adorably confused puppy. “What do you mean? That was sex.” 

“What? That was— that was like second base.”

Steve huffs a laugh, though not directed at you. His gaze shifts above your head as he chooses his words. “Uhh, sure, if we were still in high school. But even then, that’s still sex. We just had some sex.” 

Stating it so plainly, you can’t help how it makes you giggle a bit. Steve rolls his eyes, even though you can tell he’s entirely endeared. 

“We just had sex,” You repeat his words, eyes bright and grin growing. “And I really enjoyed it.” 

Steve laughs loudly and steals a quick kiss from you. Holding up his hand, he wiggles his eyebrows at you. “Just had sex high-five?” He jokes. 

You slap your hand against his anyways, twisting your fingers to hold onto his hand as you let them fall to the bed. Steve beams, cuddling in closer, the tip of his nose nuzzling against your own. 

Turns out, you might be starting to get the whole big deal around sex after all. 

#uhm. basically don’t read into this #who minds a little (or a whooooole lot) of projection! #not me! :D #🧌…. part two? #steve harrington smut #steve x reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x reader smut #steve harrington x you #steve x you #steve x reader smut #steve harrington #jay writes

[angelbaby-fics]

Can I have a tea party with anyone you'd like? Who do you want a tea party with? Maybe a couple people if you're feeling crazy 🤪

surprise! its steddie! 135 words ❤️

eddie's calloused hands parted from your eyes, revealing your usual spot in the forrest. but it didn't look like usual this time; eddie had draped a clean sheet over the picnic table, with two plates on each side, a bouquet of haphazardly arranged flowers, a thermos of cold tea, and a basket absolutely filled to the brim with you favorite treats. eddie began emptying the basket, serving up triangle shaped sandwiches and half-burnt cookies onto each plate, one for you, one for him, one for… "who else is coming?" you asked. before you finished, steve rounded the big tree, revealing himself and a teddybear almost the size of him. he sat the bear diagonally from you as he took his place by your side, feeding you a bite of sandwich as eddie poured the tea.

you're invited to my tea party!

#steddie x reader #steddie x little!reader #eddie munson x little!reader #steve harrington x little!reader #stranger things agere #chloe's tea party

[buckys-little-belle]

little rae here 💌 if it okay can i talk to u & vent a lil?

feelin small, got a bit triggered by parents arguing. loud noises wit no sleep & my brain is feeling staticy nd fuzzy, rlly hard to think rn if that makes sense? wish i had stevie & eds wit me :( took a shower tho & now im gon cuddle wit my stuffed duck mr waddles & read some of ur stuff. thank u for makin me feel safe, love u belle i sendin hugs

Duckie

Steddie x Little!Reader (They/Them Pronouns Used)

Warnings -

Notes - Sometimes my brain feels all fuzzy so I definitely understand how you feel. Though I can’t actually send Steve and Eddie your way, in a literal sense, I can write them, so this is for you bub <3

SFW - Please keep all interactions with this post, and this blog, SFW.

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“Duckie?” Steve questioned, holding up two boxes, one filled with regular waffles, the other blueberry. Y/n’s head snapped towards him, their mind far away as he spoke. “Which ones do you want?” Steve asked, the question now being asked for the third time, though Y/n seemed to be listening at least a bit this time.

“I dunno.” They mumbled, a sigh punctuating their words. “I can’ fink.” They confessed, their eyes filled ever so slightly with tears, guilt building in their chest at their inability to give an answer.

“That’s okay Duckie.” Steve smiled knowingly, he knew Y/n sometimes got ‘far out’, as Eddie would say, their thoughts slower and mind distant. Instead of asking the question again he placed one of each waffle into the toaster.

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Steve hand’t told Eddie about Y/n’s mindset, just sending them to him after breakfast to wake him up and get dressed. “What do you want to wear?” Eddie asked Y/n, rubbing sleep out of his eyes as he strode over to the dresser, opening the drawer filled with Y/n’s clothes. “A big shirt? Sleeves? No sleeves?” He began rattling off the options.

“I don’ know Ed’s.” Y/n frowned, sitting on the end of the bed, their hands in their lap as their head hung low, the carpet the centre of their attention.

“Well what colour do you want?” He asked instead, thinking that might be an easier question to ponder.

Instead of yell out their favourite colour like usual Y/n let out a sob. “I don’ wanna pick Ed’s.” The cried, tears falling from their cheeks, dripping onto the floor.

“What’s going on?” Steve asked, entering the room, a coffee in hand as he assessed the situation.

“‘m head feels fuzzy, I don’ know what shirt I wanna wear Stevie, I don’ know what waffles I wanna have, I jus’ don’ know!” They cried.

“Hey, hey.” Eddie cooed, kneeling down in front of Y/n, his head blocking their view of the boring carpet, Steve sitting down beside Y/n, his hand soothingly on their back, his mug long disregarded. “That’s okay, you don’t have to decide anything okay.” Eddie smiled, rubbing up and down their arm.

“We don‘ t have any plans today Duckie, we can stay in our Pjs and watch some movies, nice and simple, okay?” Steve offered, knowing how hard it can be for Y/n when in this headspace, their mind distant and the day confusing. “Come on, let’s brunch your teeth, and find Mr. Waddles, hm?” Steve stood up, grabbing his mug and gesturing to the bathroom.

“I’ll set the couch up for us.” Eddie smiled, leaping in action, gathering pillows and blankets for the group, the couch soon a miss mash of fuzzy blankets and comfy pillows.

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The day went by quickly, the three of hem sprawled out over the living room, more and more stuffies being added in after every movie, Eddie wanting Y/n to be as comfy as possible. “Here.” Eddie whispered, passing Y/n their sippy cup, and Steve a new mug filled with coffee. “It’s fruit punch.” He warned, making sure they knew what was in it, not wanting them to be surprised.

“Tanks.” Y/n murmured, gripping their stuffie closer, and snuggling back into Steve, Eddie picking up their legs to lay in his lap, blankets quickly thrown over them all to keep warm.

Sure the days plans had changed, but Y/n needed their boys, and their boys were happy to comply, willing to make the hard decisions for the day in exchange for some warm cuddles and happy laughs.

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[bethsvrse]

please PLEASE learn how to tag your fanfics. Don’t tag fluff when it’s angst, don’t tag smut when it’s fluff and please don’t tag characters that ARENT EVEN MENTIONED IN THE FIC!!!!

#bethsvrse #tagging characters on a meme post that isn’t a fanfic but can still apply to them is okay though #I wanna have a little laugh before I continue scrolling #fanfic #remus lupin x reader #steve harrington x reader #george weasley x reader #sirius black x reader #peter parker x reader #spencer reid x reader #stiles stilinski x reader #james potter x reader #marvel x reader #star wars x reader #han solo x reader #luke skywalker x reader #marauders x reader #doctor who x reader #bruce banner x reader #joel miller x reader #aaron hotchner x reader

[little-aster]

Hello there! This is a little space account! I Will be writing little!reader fics here.

please send in little space requests!

I will write for Stranger Things and Marvel! I'm down to write for more but those are my main..just let me know!

Please keep any and all interactions sfw for this is a little account

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[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

i'm suddenly thinking about rockstar!eddie shooting a music video on some naval ship and meeting actual sailor!steve who's all dressed up in his whites 'cause eddie's a big name star and the captain said everyone had to look their best and eddie immediately folding for the pretty guy in uniform

just: eddie wanting a couple of the guys to act in the video 'cause hopefully then they'd actually know what they're doing, and asking the capt to point out his most competent sailor. the capt immediately points out one of his low-ranking ensigns (like, brand new baby officer 'cause that's the kinda shit an officer would pull) and eddie, having been raised by wayne (who i'm hc-ing as a navy vet) knows better and is immediately like "No sir, I said your most competent, not your least. someone point me to THE second class. Where's he? I need an enlisted guy." and a higher-ranking chief that's been following the band around the ship all day bellows out a laugh and says "You're gonna want Harrington, Mr. Munson."

idk idk, it's niche but for some reason my mind went into the cold clammy depths of my time in the navy this morning and i was like 'NOPE! don't wanna dwell here, make it fun! make it about the blorbos so you dont get sad!!' lmao

#the worms wormed a little bit this morning #i have a whole hc about the song for the video being one that jeff wrote about missing his gf while out on tour #but it's also just about long distance/missing someone in general and eddie's like 'ya okay i don't quite get it' but he's the lead singer #so he's gonna be the one headling the vid and they decide on a ship cause what else is that longing but missing your SO while on deployment #crossover of fic readers and those who have inside knowledge of the /actual/ inner workings of being on a ship is slim to none #but that sliver includes me lmao #does this count as lore? #i'm gonna say it does #noelle lore #steddie #steddie hc #steve harrington #eddie munson #rockstar!eddie #sailor!steve #sailor!steve x rockstar!eddie

[harrywavycurly]

Summary: Eddie Munson has two problems, he is lonely and is tired of spending money on just himself. Lucky for Eddie his good friend Steve Harrington knows just the person to help solve these little problems, and of course that person would be you. You’re newly single after ending things with your loser ex boyfriend and Steve just wants you to experience the finer things in life for a change as well as seeing what it’s like to be treated with kindness and respect. You don’t really know Eddie and Eddie doesn’t really know you but one thing is for certain, he will make sure you get exactly what you deserve♥️

Pairing: Sugar Daddy Eddie Munson x fem!reader

CW: Mentions of a toxic past relationship, language and the briefest mentions of violence (Eddie has a temper)

Status: Ongoing

Tag List: Open

A/N: I wanted this series to be a little different and it will still be fluffy but will also include dealing with past relationship trauma✨

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*you’ll find everything in the correct order below*

Part 1: Think About It

Part 2: Dave

Part 3: Start Small

Part 4: Overwhelmed

Part 5: Details

Part 6: Not Real

Part 7.1: Not Okay

Part 7.2: Up Late

Part 8: You Have Five

Part 9: Teacher

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