#steve harrington x poc!reader

[munsonthings86]

sunkissed

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: soft morning sex w steve <3

warnings: cursing, fluff, clingy!steve, established relationship, smut, praise, tipsy sex, oral (f receiving), penetration, no protection use

an: today (apr. 14) is the day steve and sunshine met ;) so i wrote something a lil special for them. hope you guys enjoy! *minors dni*

wc: 4.1k

steve and sunshine’s timeline

It couldn't have been later than six a.m. The waking sun shed an amber light that tinted your white sheer curtains, as they gently swayed in the brisk morning breeze. The wind blew harshly at times, prompting the sleepy boy next to you to nuzzle desperately closer to your heated touch. His lush, chocolate hair tickled your cheek as his head rested softly against yours when he abandoned his own pillow.

A freckled arm held you tightly against him as he spooned you, a breath that still smelled of beer and some other alcohol fanning your cheek. Usually, you recoil at the sour stench of liquor on people, but you couldn't help but to find it a bit endearing at the moment.

It was Steve after all. You found countless things about him endearing. Even his smelly little morning alcohol breath.

Sailing curious, feather-like fingers across his tanned skin that shined in the golden light, you stared at him in awe. His neck was still littered with stains of your lipstick from where you kissed him the night before. If you weren't so comfortable where you laid, trapped in this blanket of Steve, you'd rush to sneak a picture on your polaroid.

You knew exactly which one of your purses you'd want to keep the picture in too. It was only fair seeing as he kept his own photo of you in his wallet. And another on the dashboard of his BMW. And another on his bedside table.

It began getting hard to keep track of them all. Steve didn't mind though. When Steve would be having a less than ideal day, a rare but not uncommon occurrence, he couldn't avoid the grim ache of how much he missed you. It was such a treat when he would randomly stumble upon a picture of you somewhere, powerless against the blush and smile that would come.

The brightness of your room was blinding and unforgiving to the headache your hangover brought. Your hazy eyes stung when you tried to ogle the sunrise but you willingly gazed anyway. The sky was a gentle blue, cloudless, and full of melodic birds.

The moon still sat high and mighty, glowing, as it was being kissed by the sun's light.

It was such a breathtaking sight. A needle of guilt pricked you when you realized that you were witnessing it all alone.

Your fingers twitched when you thought about waking Steve, but he just looked too peaceful sleeping like this; lips puffy and dry from all his snoring and sleepy mumbles— hair perfectly untamed. Some rogue strands fell over his eyes, enticing you to gently sweep them behind his ears, careful not to wake him.

He groaned when you were unable to resist scratching at his scalp, eyebrows furrowing as his tired eyes failed to stay open. Not careful enough, apparently. "Sorry, didn't mean to wake you," you apologized in a hushed tone, apologetic smile to match.

"That's alright," he mumbled through a small grin, exhaustion weighing his voice down. Unfolding his body from the curled position he was in, his body tensed when he full-body stretched. You loved watching Steve wake up. It was like watching a flower bloom in real time. "What time is it?"

"Almost six," you responded after taking a glance at the dainty clock hung above your vanity. Steve's eyes widened as if he was startled. "Jesus, why're you up so early," you think you hear him say through his yawn. He laid his head down on your chest when he settled.

The hair that draped over his face was pushed back by your fingers so you could admire his lengthy eyelashes from this angle. "Maybe because somebody wouldn't stop kicking me in his sleep," you quipped, poking a finger at his side.

He scoffed in return before adjusting his head to stare back at you, "Well, I hope you find the guy who did that because I, personally, do not kick in my sleep."

You rolled your eyes, "Yeah, tell that to my leg." Steve shrugged as if you insisted on the matter, tossing the duvet over his head before trailing down to your legs. "What're you-"

The question was cut off with a muttered, "I do not kick in my sleep." He prodded at your thigh after each word to accentuate his (false) statement. Giggling at him, you waited for him to return from under the covers but he didn't move. It fell a bit quiet even. "Did ya get lost down there, Harrington?"

"Something like that," soft, sedative kisses to your hip punctuated his reply. It was so easy to be distracted once he had this view of you. Plump thighs that he wanted to sink his teeth into, stomach that he wanted to pepper kisses on, and a tempting honeypot that made his mouth water, on full display for him.

It was a trap that he unintentionally fell into, but was fully delighted to be in, nonetheless. You lifted the duvet from over his head, tittering at the mischievous grin on his face.

Pushing the oversized white shirt that belonged to Steve once upon a time above your belly button, he found comfort between your legs. A knot in the pit of your stomach formed at the tasty mix of curiosity and anticipation manifesting from all that was unfolding.

With booze still lingering in your system, your body was more sensitive than usual. Every little touch Steve gave you sparked electricity along your skin and, greedily, your body chased the sensation each time, clearly unable to stave off its hunger.

His hair tickled you dangerously close to your core and your body seemed to have a mind of its own, hips bucking up on his face involuntarily.

He simply smirked at you, indiscreetly relishing in the way you reacted to him so easily. So needily. Grabbing at your waist, the pads of his fingers pressed hard onto you, and you were sure the two of you would fuse. Your eyebrows pinched themselves together, tighter and tighter, the more impatient you became, mumbled pleas stumbling out of your lips.

Steve reluctantly broke eye contact with you to look down at your heated core that he was certain was desperate for his attention.

Pinning your lower half to the mattress, he left a few taunting pecks to your lacy underwear, loving the way your puffy lips felt against his mouth. A low groan eluded Steve when your nails tugged lightly at his roots after clutching a handful of his hair. The vibration from the sound was like a dull shock to your pulsating cunt.

As if the kisses weren't egging you on enough, the tip of his tongue started flitting about, sweetly licking at your clit and in between your folds. His movements were slow and calculated; giving you just enough but leaving much to be desired, all at once. It was becoming unbearable.

Any discipline you had left in you was long gone.

With one hand gripping Steve’s hair and the other twisting at a stiffened nipple, you tried to keep yourself steady as you grinded yourself against Steve’s face while quiet moans fell from your lips.

His tongue had quit its dance and he wasn’t kissing where you needed him anymore. Instead, he grinned; gawking at you through his eyelashes as you selfishly didn't stop using his face to get what you wanted.

It's almost too much to look at him.

His cock twitched and strained against his boxers, savoring the way you were getting so lost in pleasure. Steve caught how you struggled to maintain eye contact with him whilst you shamelessly flaunted your lack of self restraint.

The pillow by your head fell victim to the squeezing and kneading trap of your hand, helping to keep you grounded. Soft whimpers that poked through the silence of the room were nothing short of music to his ears. Steve always found himself captivated when you got like this. You were so hot.

It’s almost too much to look at you.

"Steve," you fussed. "It's too early to be teasing me like this." Though you were being sincere, you laughed a bit amid your desperation. Steve's carelessness to shave for the past few days left stubble on his jaw and the friction it gave you against your soaked panties was too enthralling.

"Never too early for that," he laughed, tracing a finger along the intricate patterns of your racy bottoms, "but anything for my princess."

He could never say no to you. There were no bounds to what his angel deserved. Your body was hungry and his mouth was thirsty.

Fingers wrapped around the hem of the flimsy material, he unveiled your needy core to his even needier mouth. He drew his own undergarments down with a single hand, the other finding your waist as he settled himself between the sweet temptation of your legs once more.

Steve garnered a mouthful of saliva before slowly spilling it onto your cunt. He watched, mouth agape, as it crept, long, wet and sloppy from the top of your sex to the bottom. It blended in seamlessly with all the arousal pooling around your folds and dripping down your ass.

A reflexive moan slipped from you when he blew cool air onto it, the sensitivity making your body react. He hummed, staring intently at your gorgeous, sopping hole. Any minute now, he was going to be drooling all over himself.

He dotted smooches to your bikini line, addicted to how the sounds you made practically begged him to ease the burden between your legs. Tongue swiping across his lips as if he was starved, he was certain that you were the most appetizing thing he had ever laid eyes on.

His dark, lustful eyes never left yours while he laid his tongue flat against your vagina, a pleased sigh luring itself out at the taste. The sudden contact hoisted your body off the bed.

Steve's eyes flutter shut when you let out the prettiest moan for him. It only drives him to devour you deeper, completely determined to lap up every drop of your nectar. He was already eager to feel you clench and shake against him as you came. The thought alone sent his body to grind his erection against the firm bed.

The satin sheets you dressed your mattress in were smooth and kind of cold on his cock.

Watching Steve like this was so hypnotizing. Him embraced by your thighs, hair wild, eyebrows knitted with threads of lust and focus, chin soaked from making out with your pussy, and fucking himself on your bed from how feral he was; it was all so dirty it left you speechless.

He didn't even have to touch you, really. Just seeing him be so primal was enough to leave you a moaning mess. Brainless for him. Fuck.

Steve's tongue instantly lands on your clit when he goes to tease it, being so familiar with your body and all. He was so hooked on the way you tasted, that he would eat you for hours on end, if you'd let him. He didn't tire. Steve loved the way he could send you into a frenzy with just his tongue. He got so much pleasure from seeing you in pleasure. It was so fucking sexy.

You were already close to your peak considering how aroused and needy you'd been for the past few minutes. Whining when he unlatched from you, he hushed you, running a thumb from your clit down to your entrance.

He didn't warn you before slipping in his long, slender pointer finger and you both let out a satisfied groan. While you moaned at the penetration, Steve moaned at the way your warm, dripping cunt easily dragged him in, gripping his digit. He used his hand to help you reach the high he knew was coming, curling and pumping in and out of you just the way you liked.

His mouth wasn't done with you yet, though.

Steve's tongue was frantic and slippery across your wetness. Your fingers were lost and running amuck in his brunette tresses as you struggled to cling onto reality. Legs trembling and chest heaving as your breathing got rapid, "Steve, Steve, Steve," tore out of you as if it was the only word in your vocabulary.

You didn't have to say anything else. He knew exactly what time it was.

"Mhm," he hums into you. The resonance from his voice tickles your clit perfectly and it's what you need to launch you over the edge. You slipped into a deep pool of euphoria, completely coming undone for him.

Both of your shaky hands held Steve's head firmly against you, giving him nowhere to go but right where you needed him. "Let it go, baby. Give it all to me," his muffled voice wavered a little as he coaxed you delicately.

If your hangover wasn't already making you dizzy enough, then Steve definitely was.

"That's it," he insisted, sweeping a comforting hand along your hips, "Just ride it out for me." His thrusts against the bed nearly brought him to an orgasm of his own but he was determined to save it for you. The way your hole pulsated, it was like it was calling for Steve to fill it.

The tight hold you had on his hair loosened as he crept his way up your body, leaving a trail of kisses behind the further he got.

His face was soaked and covered in an elixir of his spit and your juices, and some of it found solace on your own face when he leaned down to kiss you. The lewdness of it all turned you on more if that was even possible. His smile at you was dopey and naughty and it's wildly infectious.

"How're you feelin'?"

"Dizzy," you confessed, tucking some of his hair behind his ear though it doesn't make it look much neater. Concern straightened Steve's face in the blink of an eye, "Good dizzy or bad dizzy?" The pads of his fingers rushed to your temple to sooth you.

"Good dizzy, for sure," you kissed at his flushed, puffy lips in pure bliss. "Such a good dizzy," your hand trailed down from his stomach to his throbbing member. He was so hard it made you gasp. Steve tended to be harder than usual in the mornings, but this was different.

"You're so hard, oh my God," giggling against his lips, you stroked him agonizingly slow and steady.

"Well, duh. Prettiest girl in the world just came all over my face. How could I not be this hard for you?" His words hitched in his throat when your thumb spread his precum across the tip of his cock, groans rushing out of him.

He thrusted into your hand eagerly, but you soon stopped your movements, much to Steve's dismay. "God, you're such a little tease," he dropped his head in the crook of your neck, inhaling the flirty perfume that still dwelled on your skin.

From your ear to your collarbone, he showered you in open-mouthed kisses, whimpers and throaty hums pouring out when he grinded himself against your velvety ass like a dog in heat.

You could tell how badly he needed you.

"And you're such a little hypocrite," a smile played at your lips, "but you're lucky. 'Cause I need you just as bad," you purred, stretching your leg behind his waist, bringing Steve to hold up your knee.

He slapped his cock on your entrance a number of times before running it along your folds, coating himself in your dripping mess. A hearty moan from you set off sparks in Steve's chest when he plunged his hard length into you.

Your pussy welcomed him in with open arms, surely not wanting him to leave as it gripped him tightly when he pulled out only to thrust right back into you.

His and your moans harmonized as you both reveled in the fervor. A hand flew to the back of Steve's head and held him there, loving the way he stretched you so perfectly. His cock was just the way you liked it; thick and veiny in such a way that it caressed your walls inexplicably well. It's a sensation so good that it makes your mind happily go blank and numb.

You were completely at Steve's mercy.

Steve caught your lips when they fell ajar, kissing you deeply. His head went fuzzy when you moaned shamelessly into his mouth, tongues colliding. Your racing pulse thumped against his fingers as he held you by your neck. Pulling away from the kiss, he slid his hand down your chest and stopped right where your heart beat, reminding you to breathe.

Still, his cock trucked in and out of you at a pace that was so delicious. It wasn't too fast and was in no way slow. It was exactly what you both needed.

"Shit, you feel so good."

Droning, you were unable to form any words other than fuck, yes, and Steve. Your mind, body, and soul was burning with a desire and yearn for him. Eyelids low and flickering, you put up a fight to keep your eyes from closing so that you could cherish this sight of him.

Sweeping back his hair, his eyes fluttered shut when you rubbed at his ear, knowing that he liked it so much when you did that, especially in moments like these. Steve loved the way you felt around him, of course, but it was the little intimate touches that really drove him over the edge. Steve wanted to stay here forever.

Your t-shirt bunched up around your chest, leaving your bouncing breasts on full display for him. Your face pulled against his, breath fanning his face as you mewled and moaned and begged. Pleading, glimmering eyes never leaving him. God, how scenic. You were so dreamy. Steve almost wasn't sure if he was still asleep or not.

You grinded yourself back against him, husky moans sounding from the boy that was making you feel so fucking good. Every hard thrust he gave, teased that little sensitive spot inside of you, and you swore you were in some sort of heaven. You cried out, back curving in ecstasy.

"There it is, yeah," he grunted, resting his hand on the spot where your back arched. "Right there, baby?"

Nodding your head hurriedly, a plethora of "yeah"s tripped out of your lips. He thrusted into your dripping core relentlessly, feeling you clench around him tightly. Your eyes were screwed shut and your legs were shaking like leaves in wind.

That, coupled with the gratification Steve was giving himself earlier, he already knew he wasn't going to last much longer but he needed to see you cum again one more time. At least.

His hand ran down your sweaty frame to where your bodies met, drawing circles at your clit.

"I love that. I love this," he praised the way you clenched around his shaft whenever he touched your clit while he was inside of you. It was wildly addicting. Steve couldn't put into words how heavenly you truly felt. He couldn't believe that you were his.

The moans you let out were breathy and frequent, a sure sign that you weren't far behind your climax either.

"You sound so pretty, baby," he whimpered, nudging his head so that his ear was pressed to your lips, not wanting to miss a single little noise you made for him. His clumsy fingers worked tirelessly at your clit. You held onto his wrist as you became consumed by bliss.

His and your hips collide when you buck yourself back against him as your cunt choked down on his cock, body writhing. If you carried on like this, soon you'd be seeing stars.

It's a nirvana that your past lovers were never able to take you to. Not the way Steve could. Steve loved watching you cum. He'd do anything to get you to cum.

"F-Fuck, that's so good. You're doing so good, sunshine. You're so fucking pretty like this. It’s unreal. Holy shit," he babbled. If Steve didn't stop now, he'd surely explode.

While riding out your orgasm, you felt him go suddenly absent. "Why'd you pull out," you whined, head falling back onto your pillow in protest. But trust him, it's the last thing that he wanted to do.

"Because I was about to fucking cum," he whined back, laughing a bit as he squeezed the base of his raging cock. "When you cum you get so tight. It feels so fucking good, you have no idea, baby," he cooed, rushing back into you, already missing your warmth.

After your two orgasms, your hole was impossibly wet and hot and Steve's dick was absolutely drowning. It doesn't take Steve much to utterly crumble. He was now at your mercy, all whiny and needy and desperate for you, fucking you faster and deeper than before. His gaze never dared to leave your face. You were so beautiful it made his chest ache.

If there were a textbook solely dedicated to beauty, there was no doubt in Steve's head that you'd be plastered all over it. Just look at you.

"How're you so perfect, huh? Why are you so perfect? It's not fair, baby, I swear," his thrusts were becoming sloppy and offbeat. "You could get away with anything with a face like this." Steve Harrington. The king of praise. If his cock or mouth couldn't make you cum, his words surely could.

"You gonna cum for me, Steve?" His forehead dropped onto yours as he nodded, beads of sweat falling on your face and you can't say that you mind at all.

Steve loved having you under him like this. Loved having his hands laced through yours on either side of your head, your legs wrapped tight around him, keeping him in. Loved being able to lower his head just a few centimeters to have his lips clash with yours. He just wanted to kiss you and love you and fuck you like this all damn the time.

"Oh, baby." His mouth falls open as whimpers and moans and groans spill everywhere, warm cum spurting into you. Goosebumps erupted all over his body. As he came, his greedy, convulsing body pushed further and further into you, chasing down his high incessantly.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, keeping him close, while you peppered his contorted face in pecks that were gentle, in contrast to the intensity his body was feeling.

The repeated, grating clanks of your metal headboard beating against your wall slowed and soon quieted once Steve collapsed onto you, totally fucked out and sleepy all over again.

"Fuck, that was so good, princess." A smile pulled at your lips in agreement.

His breathing was heavy and you chose to calm him down by playing with the short little hairs that stuck to his skin from all the sweat.

The crook of his neck was in your face and you noticed the lipstick stains you saw earlier still hadn't faded.

"It looks like you have a sky on your neck," you lilted, finger ghosting over the area below his ear. The sentence made Steve's eyebrows scrunch together. Confused, understandably. Still, he was curious to know what you meant. "I have a what now?"

You reached for the compact mirror on your end table, opening it to give Steve a look, "A sky!"

He blushed at your sweet giggle. "These kiss marks kinda look like clouds and your moles are the stars," you traced them as you spoke. "See? It's a sky," you affirmed with a smile.

Steve only stared back at you with the most lovesick grin on his face. He still couldn't believe you were his. He rested his head back down on your shoulder, drawing invisible patterns along your sternum. "I like the way you see things; the way you think about things. It's so adorable and bright. I love your brain. I love you, sunshine."

Your heart undeniably skipped a couple beats at that. Steve always complimented you, but there was something about how sweet and gooey like honey those words were that made you feel like you were going to burst.

"I love you too, Stevie," you took his freckled cheeks in your hands, planting your smiling lips against his own for a kiss, still tasting yourself on his lips. Pulling away, you ogled the way he beamed, completely and utterly glowing in front of you, the same way the moon outside glowed when it was kissed by the sun's light.

The moon only glows when kissed by the sun.

💌 1 new message from jojo: smut isn’t really in my skillset so im a little unsure abt this lol. but i wrote this with a lot of love, nonetheless! feedback is so greatly appreciated!

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[kaylawritesfics]

Hii could u do a headcanon of steve with a sincair reader? :)

Dating Steve Harrington and Being a Sinclair

summary: what it’s like to date steve and be a sinclair kid !!

pairing: steve harrington x gn!reader (sinclair!reader)

warnings: swearing

note: sorry this took so long !! i hope you love it :) tagging @racyreverie because they also requested this !!

Steve is absolutely enamored by you the moment he sees you !!

You’re just so gorgeous and you have the prettiest smile and the cutest eyes and he’s positive he’s in love

You would always bring your little sister, Erica, into Scoops Ahoy for ice cream

Steve would always insist on being the one to take your order. Robin always teases him the moment you and Erica walk in the door.

He starts stuttering and stumbling and he basically makes a complete fool out of himself. He’s definitely not the “King Steve” you remember from high school.

You heard about Steve pretty frequently from your brother, Lucas, and his friends, who basically worshipped Steve.

Eventually, Steve works up his courage and (with a little push from Robin) asks you out.

He shows up at your door with flowers, ready to take you on the best date of your life.

Then, Erica opens the door.

You could hear her interrogation of Steve from your room. By the time you make it to the door to greet Steve, he’s flustered and looks like he ran a mile.

Despite his nerves (and many threats from your little sister), he manages to take you on a very cute date. He sets up a cute little picnic at the park for you (with Dustin’s help of course).

Lucas is a little weirded out by your relationship with Steve. He’s not the closest with Steve and he finds it pretty awkward.

Sometimes, when Lucas gets up to get a glass of water, he’ll catch Steve sneaking out of your room well past midnight. It’s definitely awkward.

He eventually warms up to it, though.

Erica, on the other hand, makes it very clear to Steve that if he ever hurts you, he’ll face her wrath.

He does eventually win her over when he offers her free ice cream whenever she wants. Her and her friends take full advantage of it.

Your parents love Steve !! He’s polite and he’s courteous and he’s just the sweetest guy ever.

Steve is very good with parents so I feel like everyone’s parents would just love him !!

Steve is invited to family dinner at least once a week. He’s very thankful that your family likes him.

Dustin gives Lucas so much shit about your relationship with Steve.

Steve loves you and your family so much !! It’s a major bonus that your family loves him just as much as you do :)

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[vneuns]

here’s an ask!! mike slutting you out in the dressing room😵‍💫

[ Mike Wheeler x afab!reader ] heheh, and ofc mike is aged up in this. and WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT.

reblogs and feedback appreciated <3

warnings // slapping, p in v, praising, etc

“Have to keep quiet baby, don’t want anyone to hear you’re pretty little whimpers do you?” mike questioned teasingly as his dick repeatedly hit that one spot that made you feel the best.

shaking your head you bit your lip looking down where the two of you connected his cock covered with your wetness.

“feel- feels so good mikey, feels so good.” you whimpered just as his hand that wasn’t holding your hip went down to your clit making small and tight figure eights to increase your pleasure.

and before you could say anything when you felt your release it was as if Mike had read your mind. in a second his head was against yours whispering praises in your ear about how good you were being for him, and he’d buy you whatever you wanted because you deserved it.

leaning forward you connected your lips together just as you started gushing all over him, and without stopping Mike kept his hard thrust pulling away from your lips to catch his breath when the overstimulation became and hit too much and you were pulsating around his cock.

“god baby, you’re so fucking hot. gonna let me cum in this pretty pussy?” you were on birth control and it wasn’t like the two of you weren’t stocked up on birth control the way you fucked like rabbits, but it warmed your heart the way he asked even though he knew the answer.

“mhmm.” you felt a ring on your cheek after mikes hand collided with it. a small moan left your lips as you looked up at him through your lashes.

“use. your. words.” his pace gradually slowed down and your hands immediately went to his hips trying to keep him inside when you felt him pulling out.

“cum inside me mikey, please please—,” your pleas were silenced as your boyfriend picked back up his pace as if it never slowed down, his mouth going to your neck where he left small hickeys along your collarbone.

after a few seconds you felt him stutter as he shot his load deep inside you before coming to a complete stop his forehead going back to lay against yours as you both attempted to catch your breath.

just as you went to say something you heard a knock at the dressing room door.

“hey.. um— we’re gonna have to ask you guys t-t- to leave the store..”

“move along loser.” mike yelled over his shoulder watching as the worker scurried away from the harsh tone laced in your boyfriends words.

“that was hot.”

#lowkey embarrassed 🫣 #if you don’t like it don’t tell me okay— #don’t tell me #stranger things smut #stranger things ff #stranger things x reader #stranger things x afab!reader #mike wheeler smut #mike wheeler x reader #mike wheeler x y/n #mike wheeler #stranger things x gn!reader #stranger things x fem!reader #stranger things x plus size reader #mike wheeler x plus size reader #steve harrington x poc!reader #steve harrington x reader #mike wheeler concept #mike wheeler drabble

[shanakin-skywalker]

Hot Stuff (Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader)

*Plus Size and POC Friendly (Only Description is that Reader is shorter than Steve and his hands are bigger.)

Summary: Steve and Reader both like each other but it takes a very tipsy Robin to get the ball rolling.

Word Count: 1,614

Warnings: Alcohol Consumption

AN: This is an idea I got that I just had to write about. Just pure fluffy goodness.

*No one has permission to repost my work on Tumblr or any other platform. Plagiarism, stealing my work, etc. will not be tolerated. By clicking KEEP READING you are agreeing to the above terms.

It was dark, dingy, and smelly. Steve wrinkled his nose at the smell of body odor, beer, and cigarettes with an undertone of weed. The floor was sticky as he tried his best to make his way to the full table without sloshing a beer for himself, no one even bothered checking ID, and water for her. It was hard enough to see in the very limited light of the pub without the sea of bodies and smoke clouding the air.

He finally squeezed between her and Robin, effectively interrupting their conversation, well, attempted conversation thanks to Corroded Coffin and their raucous noise as Steve liked to call it.

She gave him a smile as he placed the water on the table. They had been best friends since 1st grade when he pulled her off the swing and she gave him a swift kick in the shin with a boisterous, “Wait your turn!” She plopped herself back on the seat and made Steve wait a whopping 5 whole minutes, which to little him seemed like hours. We waited criss-cross applesauce, pouting with his little arms crossed over his chest while he waited. Once she was satisfied with her time on the swing, she hopped off and handed him a piece of candy from her little jacket pocket with a bright, slightly smug, smile.

They had been the best of friends until they reached high school and he left her behind for school royalty. Eventually she made a friend in Robin Buckley while in band together and would visit her at Scoops. Then Steve started working there. It had been awkward at first but with his changed personality they were easily able to pick right back up, after many free ice creams to make up for his abandonment of her.

Now Robin and he worked at Family Video and she worked at the local music store. It’s there she met Eddie Munson and, small world, they were all friends.

That’s how they ended up here, at The Hideaway, on a Tuesday night after much whining and badgering on Eddie’s part to get them to come.

“It’ll be fun!” Eddie had so exuberantly put it with a big grin that crinkled the skin around his eyes.

It was, indeed, not fun. At least to Steve. He grit his teeth when another drunk patron stumbled into him, his ‘music,’ he was being generous with calling it that, was giving him a headache and the vibration from the speakers were making his brain feel like a paddle ball on a rubber band string.

She slightly rolled onto the balls of her feet, reaching with her pointer and middle finger to smooth his furrowed brow lovingly. Steve stared down at her with fondness. Only she could look this beautiful in the barely visible bar. He brought his hands to her waist, rubbing slow circles on the exposed skin of her risen tshirt.

“Aaaaand kiss!” Cheered a very tipsy Robin who had apparently made her way from beside Steve to across from them. Their moment was essentially broken and they broke away, taking a step away from each other. He snorted.

“I think you’ve had enough, Buckley.” He reached over to slide her beer away from her with a roll of his eyes. His best friend grinned in amusement at Robin’s state.

“Have not.” She argued back childishly and went to swipe her drink back. Steve let her. He was off babysitting duty tonight.

“C’mon! You guys are perfect for each other. Like your cuteness makes me want to vomit and I’m tired of watching you guys make goo-goo eyes at each other when you think the other isn’t looking.” She chugged down her ¾ filled glass of beer.

‘Note to self: Robin gets too honest when she drinks.’ Steve thought with a flush running from the tops of his ears to down his neck. He was suddenly very thankful for the low light.

“Robin,” she started slowly, loud enough for her and Steve to hear, “I think you’re looking a little too much into this.” Her more-than-tipsy friend frowned.

“Am not!” She pouted before her eyes seemed to catch something out of her peripheral vision and then her whole face lit up like a Christmas tree. Robin leaned over, her torso laying on the table as she pointed behind and to the left of them.

“There! You guys need to do that!” They both followed her finger. It was one of those Test Your Love games in the corner, red flashing lights running up and down the possible options.

“We aren’t doing that.” Steve put his beer down mid sip and placed his hands on his hips in his ‘Mom Stance.’

“Yes you are!” Robin proceeded to pull a quarter out of her pocket and throw it at them. He clenched his jaw and exhaled harshly through his nose in exasperation. His best friend ran her hand up the exposed skin of his arm, landing on his bicep and gave it a light squeeze.

“Let’s just humor her.” She smiled in amusement at her ex-band mate. And how could he say no to her? His arms dropped to his side and he picked up the quarter from on the table.

Robin stumbled over and grabbed them each by the hand, pulling them through the dense crowd to the very back of the bar. She positioned them with precision next to each other and grabbed her hand to wrap around the knob, then Steve’s wrapping around hers. His fingers wrapping completely around her smaller one. Once satisfied with their position she slid the coin in the spot after missing the first couple of times.

The game lit up, lights brighter, illuminating them in bright red light that somehow made her look otherworldly. Why was his heart pounding? Why did he feel nervous? It’s just the beer, he concluded. It had to be, ignoring the fact he only took 4 sips.

“Squeeze!” Robin cheered and when he felt her hand tighten, he did the same. Red lights racing up and down, he held his breath. They both looked down at their joined hands. Her’s were so soft, so warm, and then suddenly there was a steady blinking and they both looked at the game.

Hot Stuff. The bright lights blinking at the very top like a ferris wheel. Steve was so mesmerized he only half heard Robin whooping. Then a force turned his head and pushed him down and he briefly noticed his co-worker had a hand on the back of her head pushing them until their lips smushed together. Frozen, he felt her smile and giggle. Before he could start kissing her, she pulled away and turned to their friend, who looked like the cat that got the canary.

“Happy now?” She asked and Robin nodded aggressively, her short hair bouncing around her face.

“I. TOLD. YOUUUUU!” Steve schooled his face and watched her trip on the corner of the wooden game, falling into her, causing her to stumble into him. He steadied them and took a step away.

“I think that’s enough excitement. C’mon Robin. Let’s get you home.” He steered her waddling frame back through the packed bar, his other companion following closely behind. They sent a wave at Eddie and he gave them a nod in return at seeing Robin’s state.

They exited The Hideaway and were greeted by cool, fresh air, everything sounding slightly underwater for the minute it took to get to Steve’s BMW. He opened the back seat for Robin where she promptly plopped down and laid across the entirety of the back. He closed the door and went around to her. She smiled at him under the streetlight.

“So, hot stuff, huh?” He said nervously. Her smile stretched into a grin.

“Well if the Love Tester says so then it must be true.” She took a step closer to him. Steve swallowed and wet his lips with his tongue.

“You think?” He paused, taking a breath before continuing, “Would-would you want to go out with me on Friday? See if we actually are good together?” His voice soft, unsure.

“I’d love that.” She leaned up to kiss him lightly on the cheek.

“Pick me up at 7, Hot Stuff?” She teased and his mouth broke into the biggest, toothiest grin.

“You got it, Hot Stuff.” He leaned down and pressed the softest kiss to her lips. She sighed out and wrapped her arms around his torso. Steve pulled back and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“Gimme a call when you get home, yeah?” He wrapped his arms around her soft frame and gave her a squeeze.

“I will.” She promised and stepped back. She looked over and snorted. Steve turned around to see Robin’s face pressed against the window, eyes the size of dinner plates, nose scrunched flat and breath fogging the lower half of her face. It took her a second to realize they were looking at her before she let out a squeal and launched herself back to the other side of the back seat. Steve rolled his eyes and she laughed before heading to her own car parked two spaces away from him. He made sure she got in safely and she had driven away before rounding the front of his car and into the driver's seat.

“I told you!” Robin started singing as soon as the door opened.

“I’m making you rewind all the tapes yourself if you don’t knock it off, Buckley.” Steve looked back at her in the rear view mirror. She didn’t but nothing could dampen the excitement he had in his chest for Friday.

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[ay0nha]

Girls Just Want To Have Fundamental Rights | Steve Harrington (I)

(CHEESY) Summary: She knew him as ‘King Steve’ and he knew her as the Feminist who got kicked out of school. She left Hawkins while he stayed, but what happens when she returns and foggy memories become clear?

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Sinclair!OC (POC)

Word Count: 1.1K

A/N: I had this idea and I needed to write about it. Short little something to get the ball rolling. Enjoy :)

Since you showed interest :))) @timmytime-hufflepuff09 @misaamaneswifey @sailor-peeking @theultimatesleeper

Part II

Steve had never seen her before. To be fair, he didn't notice half of the customers who came into Family Video. Every day felt the same. The same families filtered in to rent the same movies. The same girls came in to rightfully ignore him for the next up-and-coming cult classic they could find.

Maybe that's just the nature of a job, he thought.

Yet, when she walked in and took her time, every minute thoughtfully taken, she chose a movie that deserved to be dusted off.

"Solid choice," Steve couldn't help but fill the silence between the two as she slid the small box across the counter.

While she rummaged through her bag for her movie card, she only gave Steve a nod. As her eyes were cast down, he could see how thin and long her eyeliner was as it only accentuated their natural shape.

When they snapped up to his, he spoke again to cover his lingering eyes, "My mom loves this movie."

He'd never heard of the movie. All About Eve. A black and white film from the 1950s. The cover mentioned that it was an award-winning drama. Something his mother, of all people, would be least likely to touch. So here he was, almost panicking to find more information about the movie in order to just talk, but she finally spoke up.

"Seems like I've lost my card-

"No worries," Steve stepped in quickly, a little too eager for his liking. When people forgot their cards, it always heightened his annoyance, but now he was able to extend their interaction without an excuse, "I can look you up...And, uh, your last name?"

"Sinclair."

Steve looked at her wide-eyed. He'd seen a lot in the last few years, but never did he think he'd see someone like who was in front of him related to Lucas.

He gave her a quick smile as he slightly cleared his throat to cover his momentary pause.

"I only see a Lucas Sinclair."

"I'm sure he won't mind," She smiled lightly, ready to have the movie in her possession and move on with her day. Steve could only look between the screen and her as if he had a photo of Lucas and he was looking for the resemblance causing her to say, "I don't have to prove I'm related to him, do I?"

"No, no, it's fine," Steve sped up his movement as his initial shock was wearing off, "You've got a week to return this. Enjoy the movie."

"Have a good one," She held up the movie as if saying cheers before leaving the door's ding behind her.

For the rest of the day, Steve felt like he was floating through the motions of work. He kept replaying his interaction over and over again. The more he did, the more he was realizing he knew her from somewhere.

Into his double shift, he was wracking his brain to remember where he'd known her from. It wasn't until Robin came in after class that he asked about her.

"Does Sinclair have a sister?" He asked absentmindedly, toying with whatever was left on the counter from the day.

"Yes, Dingus you've met Eric-

"No, no-I mean another one," Steve corrected himself, "Does he have another one?"

"Not that I know of…Why?" Robin asked through a sigh, knowing whatever her friend would go on about it if she didn’t ask what it was leading to.

Steve hesitated to answer, not even sure of the answer himself. Robin knew something was up especially since he hadn't listed off the woes of his love life the moment she stepped in.

"No, no, nothing," Steve shook his head, tapping rhythmically on the counter. He pushed himself up as if to push the conversation away, but with a click of his teeth, he folded, "A girl came in today used Lucas's card...said she was related to him."

"What'd she look like?"

"She looked my age," Steve started to describe her while Robin gave him a look to be less vague, “I don’t know…She had this nose ring, it was small though, like barely there-

"Wait? Stop. Stop.” Robin repeated to herself a few times, the cogs in her head turning, “Do you mean to tell me the Donna Sinclair was here?"

Donna. He remembered her now. She was Lucas's cousin, the very same that had the rumor she got kicked out of Hawkins high for going on a school strike. There were always floating rumors as to why she'd left Hawkins. Steve always thought it was because she skipped school too much. Others thought it was to get the pervy teacher fired. However, over the years they continually got me elaborate.

Robin was starting to get huffy at Steve's lack of response so she practically yelled her next question about him, "What'd she check out?"

"All About Ava-

"All About Eve?" Robin corrected him, her eyes going slightly wide in awe, "A feminist classic. God- She's so cool. What was she like?"

What he really wanted to tell Robin was how she came in today, sunglasses tinted dark and gait strong.  She held the same rebellious spirit from years ago, who didn't shave and it was more than clear she supported burning all the bras as she bent over to reach for the  Blaxploitation section.

Steve could tell she was unimpressed with their selection going for her final, safe choice before approaching him.

"I barely talked to her," He shrugged. That part was true, but he wouldn't divulge how his nerves set in the closer she had come to the counter.

He regretted not recognizing her the moment she walked in. But she had changed some from the last time he'd seen her. He thought maybe she grew, but maybe it was her confidence that made her posture a little straighter. Her curls were still tight and kinky, but it was much longer than before as they just brushed against her shoulders. She had truly grown into herself and knew it.

Robin understood what Steve's furrowed eyebrow meant, "Please tell me you didn't try and hit on her."

"I didn't," He brushed her off simply, trying to figure out why after all this time she was back in Hawkins.

"Steve."

"Really, I didn't,” He was quick to get defensive.

"Then why are you acting so weird?" She hardly believed him.

"I think," He scrunched his eyebrows together as if to confirm the faint memory, "...I think I kissed her once."

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[moonbeamoclock]

Hot take that shouldn’t be a hot take:

my biggest pet peeve is when people tag something as a x reader but it’s actually an oc…..i got to the last chapter of a fic only for the description of the ‘reader’ to be of a white person.

then the author got nasty with me after i called her out about it but that’s whatever

it takes an extra 2 mins to have a generic description of a person rather then give the details of their appearance but some of y’all are just too lazy to do even that

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[emsgoodthinkin]

~ never did this before | virgin!Eddie Munson x virgin! Thick!Fem Reader \\ modern au

This story is based off the song Wet Dreamz by Jcole **recommend listening to it first to understand the story// can be perceived/read regardless if you are a poc; as I am mixed ♡ [descriptions of reader having tan skin and brown eyes; so it meets in the middle if you are a poc or not]

• Summary: after weeks of flirting and crushing on each other, you finally pop a serious question into your bestfriend Eddie’s head, and he has a hard time providing you with an honest answer // this is more like a rom com

• Warnings: MDNI; smut (not too explicitly) fluff, both kinda experienced? soft Eddie, cocky Eddie, sassy reader, brief mentions of smoking and drinking, he’s a little bit of a perv, masturbation, 69, protected piv, premature ejaculation, heavy petting, grinding, confessions, slight insecure thoughts? (both are 18+) word count :3.4k //sry 4 errors

Eddie’s Pov

Calculus. The last class of the day. My favorite class overall.

There she sat, giggling on her phone, showing me silly photos she took of her dog Skittle, the sun shining just right on her honey toned tanned skin, hair laying just as perfect as ever in that simple, claw clip. Curls and wavy bangs sectioned to shape her face, brown eyes that matched mine and oh those glossy lips..

I wanna kiss you so fucking bad baby.

Her outfit of the day, that new pink and black checkered shirt she got at the mall that I drove her to.

It’s so tight on you sweetheart, your tits look beautiful today.

White Reeboks as I have, but very much cleaner…

Those 100% perfectly stretchy, acid wash jeans you wear every week that fit your ass so fucking bad.. fuck don’t bend over.. don’t—

“Eddie? what’s wrong with you?”

Fuck— didn’t realize the moan that I slipped out when she dropped her phone, she cracked it..but all I could focus on were the back of her thighs when she bent over

“Sorry uh- I think I’m just sore from carrying those amps last night”, he says now rubbing his not sore bicep with a pout

Lie.

“Oh babe I’m sorry, come by later and I can rub it out for you” she replies

Why the fuck would you say that to me right now—

“Oh yeah? You’d just love to get your hands on me always huh sweetheart? ” leaning back in my seat, with a cocky smile

You blush and shove my arm playfully “you’re so stupid, you know what I meant”

——

She’s been like this for the past month, after Harringtons party. Smoking and drinking under that patio umbrella, away from everyone else. Laughing, holding on to each other for dear life. I tell her jokes, she ugly laughs. I love her laugh, it’s not fake it’s genuine like her.

We met at the drink table, both preferring whiskey over the red shit they put out.

We talked about our intrests, I was very suprised and impressed with how she carried herself. How she talked about herself. How she sat comfortably on my lap; as if we knew each other for forever.

Obviously her thick hips in that royal blue, tacky dress she wore caught my attention first

It takes a certain kinda person to make me laugh but she.. she was probably the most funniest and beautiful fucking girl I’ve never seen. A few beauty marks as she would call it, scattered down her neck and arms. Eyelashes so dark she could always pass on the mascara, the sweet charm and sass she had to her.. she was something different.

She was fresh to town and it was relief to meet someone new. Similar childhood experiences, divorced parents but her dad stopped reaching out to them. Her mom was just a bitch to her. Very narcissistic person but, she had her kind moments. She definitely wasn’t the worse mother I’ve ever heard of.

All of that lead to a heavy make out session in the bathroom.

Sitting at the edge of the toilet, her scratching the back of my head with those sharp coffin shaped nails, me squeezing the fat of her ass on my lap. Hell, I was surprised how into this she was.. considering I’ve only kissed two girls in my life.

Sure I’ve watched my fair share of porn, visited sex stores, took a few notes; even got a handy under the bleachers last year from Carol. She forgot to pay for the weed I gave her, she offered, why not.

“Oh yeah, what’s your name again?” I ask kissing down her neck

“Y/N, but you can call me anything you want right now” she whimpers at the feeling of me nipping her throat

-“fuck you’re a r-really good kisser”

“-could say the same about you sweetheart” feeling the roll of her heat over my already strained dick.

I wonder how many guys she’s done this with

“Sorry, I don’t usually do this but, there’s just something so sexy about you”—

Biggest fucking ego boot ever.

“Fuck baby, if you keep talkin to me like that I’m gonna bust”

“Awe, am I making you feel some typa way Eddie?” She smirks looking down at me

“You know you are”

—

Unfortunately that ended quicker than it started, Robin got too hungover and needed our space.

She told me her classes and we exchanged numbers.

After that we talked everyday on FaceTime after getting home from school. I show her a new guitar riff and she shows me the new necklaces or shirts she ordered.

Sometimes she’d forget she was on camera and changed out of her bra a few times.

Hey, couldn’t help but to look come on, I am just a man

I can’t tell you the amount of times I’ve fucked myself to that imagine every morning.. and evening and night..

Slept on the phone together, hung out at lunch together.

I only ever seen her at lunch other than at the end of the day in Mrs. Wilson’s calculus class. Bringing us back to now

——

“Mr. Munson are you done chatting now?” Wilson knocks me out of my trance

“Sorry bout that, yes ma’am” giving her a thumbs up sitting back up straight as she rolls her eyes subtly.

You slide me note. Folded up, in blue highlighted letters

You ever have sex before? Circle Yes or No ♡

fuck—we never even discuss stuff like that! how haven’t we? Don’t embarrass yourself man

Course I have, why? what’s got you so curious? ;)

I watch her look away quickly, gulping when she covers the paper to respond back

Well.. you’re cute and shit & was wondering if you wanna come over friday..? My parents have been gone all week and..we can hang or do whatever.. ♡

Did she wanna fuck? I hope so —wait you’re a virgin idiot, wait is she? probably not

I’m already there babe ;)

I reply with an easy smile, hiding the fact I’m in a state of panic

Good.. and uh bring those handcuffs on your wall too.. ♡

No way she’s a virgin talking like that

She rushes outta the classroom at the bell, turning back with a wink

Holy shit I gotta talk to Harrington.

“-and that’s what I’m saying dude, just sweet talk her, treat her like a princess, rub her in all the right places”—

“Okay but what ARE those places? I know her like tits and shit.. and well under her panties but what does it feel like? Ya know putting in it? What if I cum too fast and she laughs or runs away and never talks to me again..”—

I’ve been pacing back in forth in Family Video, loud where all the customers could hear. Definitely loud enough for Robin to upchuck her lunch

“No Eddie- just, come back here— Rob? watch the front please?” Steve grabs me by the shoulder making a bee line to the stock room

Sitting on the empty table still trying to gather my thoughts of Steve’s advice. “Well?” I rush out

“Damn man let me sit down first” he scoffs pulling a chair over to me

“Alright, you wanna know what inside a vagina feels like right?”

“Jesus, can you just say pussy or some shit”

“Same thing” he glared

“Okay well it’s not really sexy to just say vagina-

-“god Eddie, do you wanna know or not?” I can tell I’m testing his patience, I shut my lips, nodding eagerly

“Okay, so It’s like this- well like wet and really, really warm, almost like hot bath around your dick or a tight hug”—

“Wow, a hot bath thanks for the analogy Steve, I’ll make sure to take one when I get home”

He deadpans at me. “You asked me and I’m telling you, it’s hard to really explain other than a tight, wet warm hug. Oh!” he snaps his finger”-and sometimes it’ll tighten around your cock when she’s about to cum and holy shit dude— you better hold your load because the first time I had sex, it lasted about 10 seconds” My eyes widen

“WHAT!?” I shout before him shushing me “King Steve was a minute man?”— I joke

“Hey I said at first, when you get used to having sex your stamina gets better and for me personally”— he leans in “I can last approximately 45 minutes and 27 seconds” he sits back proudly

Cocky bastard.

Shit.

How long will I last? Will jerking off more boost my stamina?

——

Since that afternoon I did as much research as a I could, making a DIY sponge fleshlight.

That was a fail, got carpet burn.

Even bought condoms from the corner store, didnt know what size i was so, i grabbed all 4 boxes

Practicing my stroke game, using my pillow as a hole.

Down. Glide. Up. Down. Guide up.

Ow, fuck, cramp, cramp

This shits hard. My back hurts.

Throwing away the 8th used condom of the day, tossing myself in my desk chair, forehead sweaty, wrists throbbing; hearing my phone go off

FaceTime from Crush🖤

“Ah, fuck”— grabbing a shirt, wiping off the excess sweat off my skin, putting my pants back on, setting the phone up on my night stand, grabbing the guitar quickly setting it on my lap— “Hey! Sweetheart, what’s up, what are you up to?”

“I could ask you the same thing why is your face so red?” She asks giggling, laying on her tummy, tits spilling out , kicking her socked feet from behind

“Just took a hot shower is all”

“But your hairs not wet?” you give me a suspicious look, “Oh yeah, I just tied it up..sooo still want me over tomorrow?”

“Hell yeah! I picked up cookie dough the edible kind because I know you like that anddddd”- she reaches over her phone to grab something—“I rented whole stab franchise for a throwback”- showing me her laptop screen

“Well, that sounds like a party to me”

“You got that right..” She replies, biting her lip as if I didn’t notice,- “Anywaysss, just calling to remind you, see you tomorrow im tired, goodnight dummy *mwah*

She always ends our calls with a kiss on screen

Fuck I’m hard again

“Can’t wait sweetheart, sweet dreams” ending the call, looking down at my bulge

Welp, gotta jerk off again

Friday. THE day I might lose my virginity to the sexiest girl in school. My best friend.

I wake up earlier than usual, do my morning ritual, a joint. My nerves making me shower twice.

Should I shave?

Would she care?

A little trim wouldn’t hurt

May or may have not nicked my balls. Not too bad, maybe she won’t notice. Finding my nicest pair of jet black jeans I own, I only wear ‘em for special occasions and a wife beater? Nah that’s too much right? A flannel would help. Yeah. Definitely.

Hey I look kinda good, checking myself out in the mirror

Alright, wallet, keys, condoms, I glance over at the cuffs on the wall. Can’t forget those, stuffing them in my back pocket

—

My palms are sweaty, fuck even my ass is sweating.. 3 cigarettes already in, on my way to her house; of course I have a bad fucking hair day today, so I just opted for a low bun.

Before I could even knock, you open the door my jaw already on the floor

“Hi dummy!” You jump giving me a hug, pulling me inside.

What the hell is she wearing

A transparent green knitted, cropped sweater

is that her nipple I see? Those goddamn Nike shorts are doing her a favor—“Someone’s excited to see me?” Kicking off my shoes

“I’m always excited to see you.. also nice hair”

and neck goddamn, what is hell is he wearing you think, already feeling horny from the sight of my neck being so exposed

those jeans are doing his fine ass a favor

fuck I’m wet already

“Come on, already got it all set up for us”

“Lead the way princess” following behind you

I need to bite those fuckin legs.

——

We always sit like this on movie nights. Me against your headboard, back against my chest. I don’t remember how it started but I love it.

“Didn’t David Arquette also play in Spree?”

I squint back at the tv, “Uh yeah yeah he did, he was Kurt’s dad I think”

She replies with a mouthful “omyeah”

My hands have been holding both sides of her hips the whole time, occasionally rubbing them with my thumbs; every time I do it your breath picks up

Something else is about to be up—

“Huh?”

“Did you even hear me? You’ve been zoning out a lot recently”, you say sitting crisscross

“Something on your mind Ed’s?”

Gulp

“No no just— “ sigh

“Yeah, you. You’ve been on my mind.”

She smiles looking down, cocking her head to the side

“Oh yeah? Been thinking about me have you?” She grins

“You have no idea. ”

My breath hitches when you straddle me

Fuck me

“Wanna tell me these thoughts you’ve been having?” she asks twirling a piece of my bang

Remember what Steve said, sweet talk her

“Why don’t I just show you pretty girl”

Her smirk instantly falls, cheeks crimson “shit.. okay”

Running my hand up your thighs firmly, wrapping my arm around your lower back, my free hand pulling your face closer into my lips. “Like that baby?”

Who the fuck are you she thinks

“Fuck, yeah kiss me again”, I stare blankly until my eyes turn to pure lust, pushing her down to her back climbing on top to ease my tongue back into her mouth, my hips grinding into yours, hearing you whimper…

You’d think that’d make me harder but it’s when you grind back into me that did it

“You’re so beautiful you know that baby?.. fuck been missing these lips for weeks..”

“Shit, me too, been needing you so close to my body recently it’s been killin me,” she whines, rubbing her hands down my chest

—“that’s why I asked you to come over, could tell you were feeling me too”

You’re right about that, I mumble sucking your neck,

I’ve practiced giving myself hickies on my arms freshmen year.

Eddie, score

“That tank top Eddie.. t-take off the flannel let me see you? Please?” You ask giving me doe eyes. I sit up eagerly throwing it about, she sits up on her elbows, throwing off her sweater

The goddamn groan I let out

Jesus Christ

You lie back down bashfully covering yourself

A whore being shy huh?

“Whattt? She asks feeling self conscious,

“You’re..fuck.. just let me get a closer look please?” I plead, you nod shyly

Squeezing your breasts hard in my palm, licking my lips, nipping them, kissing them, hearing you gasp “holy shit -

“What??”

I do it again, in combination with my tongue, She doesn’t stop me she moans, making me feel bolder, “ Lemme take these off?” My thumbs already ready to yank your shorts down

You don’t answer

“Hey, it’s just me you know you’re beautiful to me, right?”

“Yes..you can take em off” she whispers

Thinking it’d be hot to yank them down quick like those sex movies

I try it..

“Ow! Fuck what the hell?” She jerks

I didn’t know she had the goddamn drawstring tied. , “Ow..you pout rubbing your hip, “Shit I’m sorry! I’m sorry”

I’m already fucking up, “It’s okay.. it’s just tied” she says undoing them pulling them off herself, holding her hands in her lap

I lean down to kiss both hips as an apology, looking up at you slowly undoing your hands

Cute little hair she has

“Can I um..”

She looks down at me gaining back her confidence, “You wanna eat me don’t you?” My eyes widen, gripping her side, “Yesss.. really bad” but I don’t know how to —

“Can I see you too?” again with that lip bite

“Of course” okay.. here goes nothing whispering to myself , yanking my jeans and all down in one swift motion, staring at the spot on the ceiling

You scoff with the sour look, “Oh my god”

WHAT WHAT WHAT

“You’re packing Eddie”

“Oh..thank fuck, really? I wouldn’t say that but..” I sit back in front of her

“Can I touch it?” You ask still staring at my cock

-..But I wanna taste you.. what if we..you lay on me but backwards..? Like 69?” I recommend

She nods eagerly, nervously but very excited, “Okay.. just don’t look at my asshole.. there’s a spot on it that looks like I didn’t wipe but it’s not what you think! It’s a freckle..”, I chuckle, rubbing your cheek nodding

Laying down flat, you swing your legs over my face

Oh god fuck, “Such a pretty pussy” i mumble

Suck a pretty cock you think

You’re both horny as fuck, both licking on each other immediately —“Jesus fuck!” I shout, hearing and feeling you choke on my dick

“Y/n, y-you done this before?”

“Yeah—“

Damnit.

-“But it was with a guy at my old school, said I was the best head he ever had” , you say rubbing my balls

Hot.

Okay Eddie do what feels right

so that’s the clit? how cute

Bringing my lips around your nub, licking you, tasting you, “Oh god why do you taste so good, you smell so..sweet?”

“Was that a question?” You ask popping my dick outta your mouth

“No, no just the sweetest pussy I’ve never tasted”-

the only pussy I’ve ever tasted

I’ve never smelt anything like this, I think I’m addicted

Flicking my tongue a few time feeling you react in a high pitched moan, sucking and massaging it lightly, my eyes flutter spotting your ass hole winking at me

“Holy shit” she’s pretty everywhere

“What?”

“You have such a pretty ass” blurting out

“Eddie! I told you not to look!” She whines trying to climb off, “Shut up I do what I want”saying firmly, pulling you back down by your thighs; sticking my pointer finger in your cunt,

so that’s the squeeze Steve was talking about

“Ohmyg— fuckk yes please” she vibrates around me, a guttural moan purging from my throat, curling my finger like they said —

“Oh! Fuck yes keep doing that Eddie baby please”—

“I am, I am baby you just suck my dick”—

Holy shit who am I—

“-Eddie I think I’m gonna cum yep, I’m gonna cum..”—

“Wait really?”

“Yes!”

“Really?” Asking again “YES EDDIE SHUT UP AND KEEP GOING, FUCK”—

Thrusting faster, licking faster I feel your wetness roll down and down into my mouth instantly making me cum in yours

“Fuck baby like that, fuck did you..just swallow?—“ I ask but you proceed to keep sucking-“OKAY OKAY, stop, s-shit!”

Pleading trying to stop you from overstimulating me further, “Shit.. sweetheart, that dude was right, that was the best head I’ve ever got”

The only head I’ve ever got

She lays back down beside me with a large grin,” Was that your first time getting head? You came so fast for me”

Lie.

Not replying I get up, finding the condom in my Jean pocket, “What’re ya doing?” You ask with a questioned expression, “Condom?” I hold up “Oh, oh yeah yeah right duh”—

Fuck I forgot with which way it goes on— got it

Turning back to you, cock still hard, nudging your core

You give me a small smile, watching me hesitantly about to slip my tip in

“Wait! Wait!”-

“What? Sorry, I didn’t ask”—

“Eddie I need to tell you something..”

“Yeah?”

“I can tell you definitely know what you’re doing but I just.. be gentle because I’ve never done this before..”

never done this before, never done this before

I stare like a deer in headlights, the weight off my shoulders lifted. I laugh sarcastically to myself , “That’s, well.. I should probably tell you I’ve never done it either.. like ima”—

“Virgin too?”

“Yeah, surprise?” feeling embarrassed, “How did I not know that? We tell each other everything” shrugging, “Not sure, but I’m glad you told me before I stuck ya”

“Ew don’t say stuck me weirdo”

“Look, I don’t know what I’m doing at all, I had to ask Steve for advice.. I figured you would know more I mean since you wanted my handcuffs”-, you bite your lip, head shaking

“I said that because, I figured you’d know how to use em”

“There actually just for decoration sweetheart, looked kinda metal”, we laugh in awe with each other , “But here we are..” I say biting the skin on my lip—

“Yeah here we are” you look back up at me, hopeful, “Do you wanna stop?”

“No..do you wanna stop?”

“Nah, been hoping you’d be my first actually”, you blush at my statement pulling me down for a deep kiss , “Let’s do it..”

“..but what if I cum too fast? that would be humiliating”—

- “I understand how it works.. don’t feel bad if you do, I promise I won’t laugh Ed’s” she squeezes my hand lovingly

My heart is erect

I nod, looking over all of you again, spreading your thighs a little wider, “I’ll go slow”

Furrowing my brows in consentration, slipping my tip in, surprisingly not easy mother fuck—

“Holy fuck you’re so-

“Tight? I know I have a hard time fingering my self as is”

“Why would you tell me that at this very second,” I try not to laugh, holding my shit together, “that’s so hot by the way,” bottoming you out, we gasp in sync

“Oh god”-

“What?”

“Holy god”—

“What!?? You alright?” She asks , “I’m about to cum already”—

“I told you, it’s okay”

“I know but that’s so embarrassing”

You clench around me on purpose, suddenly your eyes widen, feeling a warmth from inside, while also hearing me grunt almost in pain above you

Silence.

“Im so sorry fuck,” pulling out, shocked at how full my condom is, “Did you cum?”, she scrunches her nose, “No silly”

“But you squeezed me?”

“Yeah but, I didn’t have an orgasm”

Fucking Steve

-“But Steve said when a girl cums she clenchs around us” explaining further—

“First off, I’m gonna need you to not take advice from Steve and second, I mean according to my girlfriends we do.. it’s like a few squeezes but apparently we really squeeze for a long time when we do cum? Maybe even shake? I’m not sure but I think I’d know when I felt it”

Well shit

He looks like a sad puppy this won’t do you think

“But hey, we can try again right? Don’t be embarrassed if anything it’s kinda hot”

“Really?”

“I mean yeah, I made you cum in under like 1 second, biggest ego boot ever” you lighten the mood, nudging my shoulder smiling at me, pulling me for another kiss, “Don’t ever tell anyone that” holding my forehead to yours

You smirk, holding your pinky up “I promise”, Interlocking mine, noticing your body shifted closer, staring at your lips, “Let me try again Sweetheart” your eyes also on mine, nodding, crawling back to you, chasing your touch, taking each others breath—

Was that a car door??

“Is someone here?”

“Honey we’re home!”

FUCK, not now!!

(again recommend you listen to Wet dreamz by Jcole; it’s a bop)

reblogs appreciated // this was fun. let me know your thoughts? I do realize the smut was kinda rushed? Should there be a part 2? Suggestions? Comments? Feel like I should have kept going for them to restart again but I dunno🤷🏽‍♀️

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[violetpixiedust]

something angsty tonight for steve x sinclair!reader. no descriptions of hair, skin tone, or body type however. up to interpretation. season!one steve vibes.

part 02

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“this was a mistake..”

steve awoke from the sound of his own voice with a trembling start, shooting up from the frigid comfort of his bedsheets as he choked on his own gasp. salty tears began to burn within the corners of his twin black eyes, causing the sun kissed boy to wince painfully at the ache of his broken nose, wearily coming to in the dim outdoor pool lighting that seeped into his dark bedroom.

he hadn’t meant it. he really hadn’t.

he was such an idiot.

weighted flakes of ivory delicately fluttered down to the thin layer of snow currently blanketing the small town of hawkins. the warm, multi-coloured lights that decorated the outside of the sinclair home twinkled throughout the washed lavender night sky, contributing to the neighbourhood’s holiday cheer. inside, frank sinatra’s “merry little christmas” echoed throughout the home as the record spun along the glossy sage turn table in the downstairs den. mrs. sinclair was currently abusing the family video copy of dirty dancing for the fourth time that week while mr. sinclair was on a business trip in tokyo, a glass of white wine in her soft grasp. the crackle of lucas’s walkie talkie echoed throughout the upstairs hallway from his open bedroom, dustin’s lispy voice excitedly talking about their plans for christmas break that started the day after tomorrow. erica’s voice echoed from the study down the hall, gossiping with tina about the students in their fifth grade class.

you usually loved the romantic atmosphere of hawkins in the wintertime. each shop along downtown’s strip sparkled from the glow of their christmas lights, while each lamppost was decorated with a wreath or large red bows. the rush of skipping class to sled down the vast hills near the trailer park, the freezing satisfaction of seeing your snow angel’s reflection. drinking hot cocoa after skating across the icy lake, cuddling up by the fire as billie holiday soothingly serenaded you in her alto pitched voice. then, all of a sudden, george michael brought you to your feet, causing you to giggle and tumble to the floor with your friends as the lot of you tripped over your dance moves, landing in front of the half decorated christmas tree in heaps of tangled limbs and laughter.

however, you were currently cuddled in your soft cream coloured pyjama set, soaking into the small semblance of warmth that your light pink sheets and duvet provided. your makeup bled into your pillowcases as you thought about what steve had said to you earlier that day at school, a wave of embarrassment and nausea coursing through you once more, causing you to half-choke on the tears that dripped down your throat, straining to be silent.

you didn’t want anybody to hear you.

steve trembled on your door step, unbeknownst to you, clutching onto a bouquet of roses he had managed to snag from the mini mart on his way to your home just before the shop had closed. his light grey jacket did nothing to protect him from the icy chill of winter in hawkins, the tears by his eyes stinging with each whip of below zero air. shakily, his bruised fingers managed to ring the doorbell, gulping when he heard your mother’s slippered footsteps echo from the other side of the door. fuck, he should have expected this-

“steve? oh my- honey, what happened-?” steve felt more than embarrassed in front of your mother at that moment in time. you hadn’t even told her what happened. were you even home? he simply sniffled, pinching his nose unconsciously to prevent himself from sobbing, hissing once he remembered what had happened to it. “steve, my love, come in-“ steve avoided the elder woman’s kind eyes- so akin to yours, as she pulled his limp body into the doorway, a shiver crawling up his spine when the heat of the sinclair home hit his icy cheeks, causing them to flush a vibrant shade of red. “sweethea-?” your mother sounded confused, hesitant even, her kind voice tilted to the staircase. the elder boy at the door kept his sore gaze glued onto his nikes, noticing the speckles of blood there from when he had been punched.

“what are you doing here?” it wasn’t until he had heard your soprano voice that steve’s head unconsciously snapped up to look at you, stood at the middle of the staircase. his fail safe expression softened at the smudged mascara and messy lipstick stain that riddled your doll like features. your plush lips parted with a gasp, with concern, almost as if you had forgotten that you said you were done with him earlier this afternoon.

that you hated him.

to be fair, he hated himself too.

“m-mom, c-could you please grab the first-aid kit?” your usually bubbly and airy voice was now raspy, sore, as if you had been sobbing the whole afternoon, stuttering like you were scared of him now. steve quickly averted his gaze back to his shoes as your mother looked between you both, roses limp within his grasp as they practically kissed the floor. your mother cleared her throat lightly without a word, mumbling a “my gosh” under her breath as she quickly climbed up the stairs to retrieve the kit.

he followed your bunny slippers to the kitchen, wordlessly sitting down at the kitchen table as you prepared a wash cloth sacrifice. steve winced as your mother half-carelessly plopped the kit onto the wooden table top next to his cellophane wrapped apology, immediately giving you a kiss on the head as she murmured something into your ear that he couldn’t make out.

steve felt sick.

once your mother had left the kitchen, dirty dancing raised in volume as it played from the living room at the opposite end of the house. you carefully sat atop the table in front of him, and steve felt the blood pound through his ear drums, breath hitching as your manicured hand gently cupped his chin, as if he were made of glass, as if you didn’t hate him like you promised you did, tilting it up so he would look at you.

your doe eyes watched him carefully for a moment, studying him, almost reluctantly which caused the pit in his stomach to deepen, before you raised the worn washcloth to his face, pausing as if silently communicating “this will sting.”

and steve hoped that his expression whispered back. “i deserve it.”

unfortunately, the weighted silence between you two couldn’t have prepared him for the searing pain that bloomed from the middle of his face, grunting out a wince as you quickly pulled back, apologetic. as if any of this had been your fault.

jesus, what was wrong with him?

“i-i’m sorry.” steve finally broke, finally being able to look you in the eye. he hated the sight of crystal beginning to blur your wide pupils, sniffling as he grabbed your hand with both of his bruised ones before you could pull away, engulfing it as he held it to his chest, wheezing. “i’m so fucking sorry, angel. please-“ finally, the dam broke, his guilt finally bubbling over as he sobbed unabashedly, his long chestnut locks forming paint strokes over his eyes as he held your hand to his mouth, placing kiss after kiss onto your knuckles as he weeped. “i didn’t mean it-“

warm tears free fell from your waterline, burning against the soft skin of your cheeks that had been rubbed raw with denial after denial after denial, stinging on the way down as mascara clumped your lashes. you sniffle, an awful, wet sound filling the kitchen that you would have giggled embarrassedly at had you not been so hurt by the boy in front of you. how could he have done what he did today if he loved you? how could he have spoken to you that way?

“steve-“ you whimper, hoping that your family couldn’t hear you over their collective noise, hoping they wouldn’t walk in to see your resolve breaking beneath steve’s heartbreaking gaze. your voice fell into a pleading whisper. “steve, please let go-“

“no!” steve gasped, desperately falling to his knees along the tile with a screech of his chair, wrapping his strong arms around your calves, nearly skin to skin as his cheek pressed into your knees, staining your cream lounge pants with wet scarlet. “please, baby. i’ll do anything. please- please don’t let me go, please.” you realized then that your delicate fingers were threaded through steve’s silky strands, instinctive. you heard him sniffle, whispering heartbreakingly under his breath as he hugged your lower half tightly, as if you’d disappear beneath his fingertips. “please don’t leave, please don’t leave, please don’t leave..”

you bit your bottom lip harshly, the metallic taste of blood filling your mouth as you watched the boy you love break in front of you. the sight of his beautiful face blotched with plum, burgundy, and olive made your heart weep. you pushed your trembling fingers through his hair, lightly scratching behind his ears as your thumbs rubbed his temples. instantly he shuddered, broad shoulders practically dropping to the floor as he relaxed under your touch, arms however only tightening around you. “stevie, baby,” he whimpered at the nickname, fearing the worst as your soprano voice sweetened, nearly replicating the tone you had used when you first met him all those months ago, kind and angelic. “you gotta get up for me. i need to clean you up-“

“no.” steve’s bambi gaze glimmered with tears, rubbed raw as shades of pink peaked through the whites of his eyes when he stared up at you. “no, please. i deserve it. baby, i deserve it, please just- just say you didn’t mean it when you said you hated me.” steve whimpered as he pleaded. “please.” his bass voice was two octaves higher as he begged without shame. as if impressing everyone at school today suddenly hadn’t mattered to him, as if he had taken a moment to consider whether or not he would undeservingly punish you when he did what he did. as long as he was protected, as long as he was respected, as long as he was king steve by the end of it.

you didn’t answer, instead swallowing the lump in your throat as you quietly pulled your fingers from his hair, holding your hands out of his reach as he fruitlessly attempted to grasp onto them. “say what carol said wasn’t true.” steve’s expression fell at your whisper, paling when he remembered carol’s cackling, her taunting, her tattling. steve turned his gaze to the kitchen stove, running a large hand over his mouth as he sighed helplessly, missing the way you bit back a sob. your mother stood in the doorway behind steve as she gazed at you with a type of sympathy only a woman who had lived it would, clenching her fists nervously but determinedly as she interrupted for both of your sake’s.

“i think you should go home now, steven.”

#was really sad today so i thought hey let’s write something that’ll make it worse 🥲 #part 2? #steve harrington #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x sinclair!reader #steve harrington x black!reader #steve x poc!reader #steve harrington x reader angst #steve harrington angst #steve harrington fanfic #mean!steve harrington #season one steve harrington #joe keery #stranger things angst #stranger things fanfic #pixie’s works * ੈ✩‧₊˚

[missacidburn928]

Psst! Need a snack?

There's a sneak peek under the cut. Go on and grab a bite...

“Harrington?”

Steve’s eyes are locked on Eddies lips as he bites his own.

“How bout we give him a little taste of them in action?” You propose as you dance your fingers along the smooth collum of skin along Eddie’s Adam’s apple.

“I think that is a fabulous idea.” He grips your chin between his thumb and forefinger. Bringing your mouth to his where they connect in an all too familiar embrace. It’s slow, sensual, and so damn sweet it’s almost teeth rottingly beautiful.

Steve is entranced. Hypnotized by the natural way you submit to Eddie’s control. He wants a taste of that. Even if just this once. Because that is all he can ever be good for. Just one night.

Or so he believes. He has never stayed longer than that. The only time he ever allowed himself that kind of indulgence was with Nancy. That ended up with him being left anyway, so what was the point of trying to stay if everyone always leaves.

That’s a problem for later though. Right now he really wants to know what Eddie’s lips feel like and how you taste on his tongue. It’s a two for one deal he’s dying to try if the uncomfortable bulge in his sweats is anything to go by.

Eddie’s breaks the kiss. Hand still clasped around your chin. Your eyes are lust blown and you have the sexiest little smile on your face.

“Think you wanna give it a try Big Boy?”

He visibly swallows and nods his head. “Yeah"

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[munsster]

loudmouth

A/N: (repost because i royally fucked it up the first time) anyways i wholeheartedly believe in annoyingly loud steve harrington

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Summary: Steve Harrington is the noisiest bastard in all of Hawkins. 1.1k words.

Warnings: SMUT, cocky/annoying/loud/whiny/pervy harrington, its so dirty and nasty idk what to say, f receiving oral, face sitting, handjob, praise kink?, pussy spanking, pet names (sunshine, sweetheart, princess, baby, buttercup)

His belt's not even unbuckled, and he's already talking. Chatting more like, and shoving his fingers into your mouth, too. The audacity of this rich boy to sit there looking so handsome all while muttering to himself about how everything feels, burying whatever he has down your throat.

It's like he has a knack for it. A skill. Prattling and gagging you, talking himself through it like he needs it.

"Clenchin' 'round me, sunshine, how d'you expect to take my cock, huh? Can't even get two fingers down there." Oh, and he says it like he's giving an exam. It's a matter of fact that nothing else will fit down your throat, but he's only saying that when he presses down on your tongue and you sob.

Then he starts babbling. Still focused on your little throat and your thighs and your tits in that skimpy top, but he's sifting through plain old small talk at this point.

"Thought about you comin' into the store the other day. Yunno, you didn't have to bend over to grab that tape. I had it," he says, cool as ever, "but you insisted on flashing your little pink panties. You're lucky it was a slow day, sweetheart. I could'a been real cross with you.”

He can't stop fucking talking.

And after he exhausts work and weather, he's all over you. Tossing you around and being so so cruel and uncaring. But he's still taking care of you. Making sure you never bump your head or torque a joint or squeeze him too tight. But God, he loves when you do strangle his poor cock. That makes him the loudest.

Pretty sure he just likes hearing himself. He's all alone in that big house somedays and still so noisy with a fist around his own cock. Rattling the goddamn walls with his tighty-whities around his ankles. But nothing beats your pussy.

Especially when he pulls down your undies and there's already a damp spot. His eyes just flicker up to yours with that mischievous grin. He's so gross and cocky.

"I get'cha real wet, don't I, sweetheart? Walkin' around all day with my favorite pair ruined,” he huffs, "Shoulda said something. I could'a helped." Then he just barely presses his cockhead in and you're already clamping down.

"Well, Jesus Christ, baby, doin' all the damn work for me.” And she really is. Always amazed by the pussy grip around his fat cock, just sucking him back in.

You reach around to grab his balls, and he's gargling. Such a monster: tearing it up, smacking your thigh, just talking and talking and.

"Makin' me crazy, sunshine, creamin' all over it like it's your job, huh? Yeah, atta girl, she likes that doesn't she?"

The stroke is slowwww. He knows what he's doing just rolling his hips like he has all the time in the world. And you start to grind back onto his cock, and he just grabs your ass to stop you.

"C'mon, you know who's in charge," he grumbles, "she sure does." Yessir. This thing he has with your cunt is mutual. It's a little love hate, but he's always talking to her. Making plans while you're sitting right there. And he's just laying his head in your lap sometimes like:

"Gonna have you dripping all over my backseat tonight, princess. Gonna ruin the interior. Doesn't matter, as long as you play nice." And just kisses your crotch before like passing out with a cheeky smile on his face.

And then the second he gets you naked he just licks his palm and spanks her. Poor girl and her mixed signals.

"Don't worry, baby, I know how to get ‘er purring."

He does. No question.

Oh, don't get him started. Just sit on his face; it'll make this easier. He has no impulse control when it comes to you. You may very well be riding his face for an hour, and he'll still be digging his fingertips into your soft thighs.

And he's fucking talking.

You can't hear a word he says, but Christ alive, he's rambling down there. Doesn't even matter about what. He only gets louder when you start humping his face, but how can you help it. That shit tickles. And it does not deter him at all. He just slides his palms up your back and starts letting out the most wrecked moans, tongue flicking side-to-side like crazy. He's a madman. Somebody lock him up.

You finally collapse down next to him, and his hair is all messy and his face is glossy and he's so wrecked but he's smiling. Arrogant bastard. And he's harder than ever. His stamina is through the roof.

He just pushes his hair back and licks his lips, pawing at his stiff cock with a real throaty moan. And you're just breathing deep trying to catch your breath but he's kissing you and whispering the dirtiest little things.

"Not done with you yet, buttercup.”

And he just sits back against the headboard fucking drooling when you blinking up at him, setting your perfectly manicured hand on his thigh. Oh, baby, is he sensitive. You wrap your hand around the base of his cock, and he's whining and shaking.

"Such a loudmouth.”

And he twitches in your tight fist, purring when you rub your thumb up over the tip. Yeah, make fun of him, that'll make him LESS horny. For sure.

Absolutely not. He's back to babbling on and on about you and your pretty face and your little pussy—more specifically how it's so needy for him, always leakin' all over your pretty panties, baby, what am I s'posed to do with her?

He's got load of cum just all over, pooling on his tummy when you squeeze his hot shaft and trace the pulsing vein up the side. That groan is unholy. It's shuddered and barked, and he has to bite his fist to hold back. Especially when he peeks an eye open to see you swiping your thumb over his navel to catch some of his cum.

And you look him right in the eye when you pop it into your mouth, and he's putting that in the spank bank. Such a perv, honestly. Always thinking about your mini dresses and teensy shorts. And the gratuitous pair of panties he steals each time he comes over.

He loves talking against your mouth. Real lazily, just kissing you in between talking about you.

"You're so pretty, yunno that?"—smooch—"always kissin' me to shut me up"—a real nasty kiss, all touching your face and tonguing your mouth-"so sweet, even when you're makin' fun'a me, sunshine"—a light peppering of kisses and sweet eye contact—"mean so much to me"—THAT kiss where he swipes his thumb over your temple and moans a little and holds it before giving one more peck—"gotta remind me to marry you."

So yeah, he's talkative. But only for the sake of you keeping him quiet.

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[munsonthings86]

sunshine

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: a love-struck steve cooks you dinner for the first time

warnings: cursing, alcohol, bit of backstory, oversimplified summary, steve's parents kinda suck (when do they not), best friends to lovers, mutual pining, fluff, soft!steve

an: i think this is my favorite thing i’ve ever written. i'm so in love with these two. i hope you all enjoy this one as much as i do. * don’t copy my work * (also pretend there's a big city near hawkins for the sake of this pls)

wc: 6.0k

“Ow!” Steve hissed, nicking his finger yet again as he made his best effort to dice pesky onions. The knife was razor-sharp as it was fresh out of its packaging, having never been used yet. Frustrated, he squeezed the band-aid he'd spent a solid ten minutes looking for, tighter on his finger, earning a harsh sting.

"Goddamned knife," he whispered, tightlipped, but as soon as the complaint left his lips he wished to yank it back in. It was the chef's knife you'd bought him along with many other thoughtful housewarming gifts to celebrate Steve moving into his first apartment. Steve had insisted that you return some of the gifts, noting that "one gift was more than he could ever ask for".

In spite of his pleas, you didn't return a single gift. Of course, you didn't. You had bought items you knew Steve would need but would ultimately forget to buy for himself. Just to name a few, you'd gotten him a trash bin for his bathroom, a record player, and the best utensil set that the rest of your Family Video paycheck could buy.

Peering at the odd assortment of household objects you'd lugged into his barren apartment with a bright smile pulling at the corners of your lips, an expression of gratitude and bewilderment claimed his face. Steve's round, chestnut-brown eyes ogled yours as you ranted and raved, explaining your thought process behind each purchase.

The record player was for nights like these. Peaceful nights indoors, simply enjoying each other's company without the tense presence of his parents who would shout for him to turn that damn music down if he even thought about letting the needle hit the groove of the record.

"Now we can play music as loud and as much as we want to," he remembered you saying, blushing at your use of the word "we". Though you two were only best friends and have been since grade school, Steve couldn't help but fantasize about a life with you. You, drowning in one of his bigger-than-you t-shirts, prancing around the apartment as you listened to some your favorite records.

He'd begun pondering on how he would rearrange the bit of furniture he had, that'd allow for space for your belongings as well, before you lured him out of his thoughts, defending the bin.

From what he gathered, you bought the garbage bin due to his burning inability to keep his bathroom clean. Steve was someone who took great care of his appearance, always well-kempt and attentive to even the smallest of details.

His bathroom did not reflect this, whatsoever. He had a bad habit of harboring empty cans and bottles of Farrah Fawcett spray that littered the already limited counter space he had in his en suite bathroom.

Steve was such a boy when it came to tidiness.

Everyone knew that about Steve, though. What they didn’t know, however, was how skilled he was in a kitchen. After being left to his lonesome whenever his parents would venture off to one of their many business trips, Steve spent his nights learning to cook after his allowance dwindled and he couldn't afford pizza delivery anymore. The second he'd clock in for his shift at Family Video, he'd make a beeline to where you stood, stocking VHS tapes, and instantly began buzzing and bustling about the new recipe he tried the night before.

You had begged him to let you come over one night to taste one of his home-cooked meals, but his response was always the same. "You can't rush perfection, sweets. But I promise, when I'm ready to grace the world with my master chef skills, you'll be the first to know."

You would roll your eyes dramatically at him but admittedly, you felt a sense of pride wash over you whenever Steve would tell you about his cooking endeavors. It may not seem like a big deal to others, but you knew how much his parents being so negligent, so often, bothered him.

Though they were never the most warm and affectionate, there seemed to be a colder chill and heavier sense of loneliness in the house when they were gone. That's why you never denied Steve whenever he'd call late at night asking if it was okay to spend the night at your house.

He always felt at home there.

Steve learning to cook for himself meant that his parents' absence was finally beginning to help him grow; no longer craving validation and tenderness from his family. He got that when he was with you. That's what the utensil set was for. A silent sign saying that though his parents weren't there, you were.

"Don't get me wrong, sunshine, I love the gift, but why's this knife so funny looking?" Steve asked, squinting his eyes at the sharp object that looked like it was from some alien universe. It had three square-like holes infiltrating the blade, and the tip came to an up-turned point that split in two. The handle was the only average looking part about it.

"That, my friend, is a cheese knife," you answered matter-of-factly, gazing at the box that had all of the included utensils neatly labeled.

"They make knives specifically for cheese?"

"Apparently, yeah," you snorted, tossing the empty box off to the side of the room with the other discarded cardboard that you made a mental note to move to the recycling bin on your way out. Steve never recycled. Bad habit he picked up from his parents, you figured.

"Well, I can't wait to use my weird new knife. Thank you. Seriously," Steve smiled softly as he watched you with those big brown eyes that voiced his gratitude and sentiment louder than his words ever could.

"The best weird chef has to have the best weird equipment. You're welcome," you grinned, toying with the loose thread dangling from your distressed band tee, as your eyes collided with Steve’s.

Looking at Steve was hard.

In the midst of quiet and almost intimate moments like these, the nerves bolting through your body screamed at you to look anywhere else, but the greed of your heart yearned for you to keep drinking in the deep chocolate pools that were Steve Harrington's eyes.

The two of you gazed at each other for another second, though it felt identical to a blissful eternity, until Steve furrowed his eyebrows after registering what you'd just uttered. "Did you just call me weird?" He asked, hand on his hip as if he's offended, though he truthfully isn't because he's positive you're infinitely weirder than he is, and he's more than willing to debate with you for hours on that topic.

"Nooo," you sang, quickly turning away to distract yourself with some unpacking that Steve had called you over to help him with, which you happily agreed to. A little extra time with him was time well spent.

"Yeah, okay," he rolled his eyes. He happily tucked away the flashy silverware he'd poached from his parent's kitchen into the darkest corner of the drawer, leaving the less flashy but much more appreciated utensils you bought him, front and center, ready to be shown off.

"Oh those? My best friend got them for me. Aren't they nice? Did you know they make knives for cheese?" He imagined himself saying, hoping he'd get the opportunity to boast about them to his guests some time soon.

Steve smiled to himself at the memory, angling the cutting board that harbored a pile of diced onions that he'd at last conquered, into a bowl, sliding them off with the blade of a knife that was a lot less odd shaped compared to his trusty cheese knife. It didn't even have to be that specific memory. It could've been any imagery of you being the effortlessly sarcastic, intelligent, breath-taking person that you were, and it would be the warm light to inevitably guide him out of whatever dark mood that dared to plague him.

Steve was so helplessly in love with you.

April 14, 1978, he could never forget the day, was particularly dreary. So dreary it made Steve begin to question why the spring time was thought to be such a radiant, pleasant season when all it ever did was bring rain and provoke people with allergies. Steve slammed his blaring alarm off with a groan, never bothering to pry open his tired eyes.

The sky was dark and dreadful, concealing the golden rays of the sun he yearned to see. As he trudged through the house, reluctantly gearing himself up for yet another torturous day of middle school, Steve silently prayed for some unorthodox happenstance that would call for the canceling of school.

But much to his dismay, that wasn't the case.

When the bell pierced through the classroom speakers, alerting the beginning of Steve's favorite class, P.E., he rushed to the locker room, jumping into his gym uniform, as he was determined to continue his unfaltering streak of dodgeball victories.

Steve was in the zone, taking out his opponents left and right as if it was nothing. If dodgeball was an Olympic sport, there was no doubt in anyone's mind that he could've won multiple gold medals.

Then you came.

Sauntering into sixth grade gym class, adorning a lengthy, bright yellow dress with your hair done up, looking as anxious as can be. It was your first day at Hawkins Middle and you'd just transferred halfway into the semester, all thanks to your parents decision to move to the small town, leaving New York City and all your friends behind.

Everyone turned their curious heads to peer at you, whispering amongst each other, prompting you to clutch your books tighter to your chest as if to shield yourself. Your soft smile as you looked around at your new classmates instantly made Steve's chest and stomach warm and gooey inside, making him want nothing more than to walk up to you and convince you to be his friend. Steve hated how gossipy his classmates were, as it clearly made you uncomfortable, but he couldn't bring himself to look away either.

The way the illuminous medallion hue complimented your skin tone was nothing short of art. To him, you were the sun personified. The sun he was so eager to see.

Due to your lack of sports attire, Coach Daniels had you sit on the bleachers, watching as the other kids resumed their game of dodgeball after mumbling a "warm" welcome to you, per Coach's request.

Steve lost his first game of dodgeball that day. He just couldn't seem to focus when you were perched just a few feet away, thumbing through your withered book, looking like one of the prettiest girls he'd ever laid his adolescent eyes on. Steve, or the boy with the hella good hair as you dubbed him in your diary later on that night, was too enamored with you to be bothered by the taunts coming from his friends. He jogged over to you, offering to keep you company until fourth period began, which you happily accepted.

And ever since then, the two of you have been as thick as thieves.

"Hawkins PD, open up!" Steve recognized your muffled voice, though you deepened it, to imitate a police officer. Your signature three knocks followed, urging butterflies to erupt throughout his stomach, as he longed to see you. It couldn't have been more than twenty-four hours since the two of you had last seen each other, but even one hour without you was an hour way too long for poor Steve.

"It's open", Steve called, tossing a hand towel over his shoulder, setting the stove ablaze, planting a pot over the flame. Right on time, he thought.

"Hey, Harrington," you smiled as you struggled to enter, cradling two bottles of rosé wine and your purse in your arms, pushing the door open with the help of your hip.

"Hey, sunshine. Lemme get those for ya," Steve offered, stowing your bearings on the counter gently, while you kicked your shoes off, mumbling a "thanks".

A warm amber light casted from the ceiling of the kitchen spilled into the shadowy living room a few feet away, like a neglected can of paint. The only thing that remained un-melted by the darkness was the quiet record player, as if the generous light knew you'd be looking for it the minute you walked in.

"How was your day?" Steve smirked as he watched you rush over to the object he swore was the only reason you liked to come over, sifting through the vinyl's searching for your favorite one. What’s Love Got To Do With It by Tina Turner. Steve spotted it before you did. Absentmindedly, you responded, “Not too shabby, ya know? How was yours?”

“Yeah, it was alright.”

You crouched down to the two tier storage table, running a finger across the spines of the records, searching for your beloved song. It quickly became the song you most adored when you'd bought the tape for your Walkman a few years prior. Your days weren't complete unless you played the song at least twice, so much so that Steve found himself quietly humming the song to himself whenever he'd miss you. He even caught himself doing that dumb little finger dance you normally did whenever you listened to a song you really liked. He'd never tell you that, though.

Much to your dismay, you couldn't seem to spy that sneaky record. You dropped your hand disappointedly, faintly fearsome that it'd been misplaced. Steve's apartment wasn't huge, but it wasn't exactly tidy either. “It’s right there, sweets. To your left.” So you diverted your attention to the left. No Tina Turner. “No, your other left.”

“Here?” you pointed. Steve hummed in confirmation.

“Well, that’s not the left, Steve. That’s the right,” was your response that you punctuated with a roll of your tired eyes. Apart from knowing how to get to Skull Rock with his eyes closed, the boy had zero sense of direction. It was something you found both endearing and infuriating. It depended on the day, really.

“Potato, potahto.” Oh, Steve. Melting butter into the burning pan in front of him that he almost completely forgot about, all thanks to your beautiful presence, he began sautéing his diced onions along with some fresh garlic. "Well, speaking of 'potahtoes' you need to be cooking some, 'cause you promised me dinner tonight," you smiled tight-lipped, cocking your head at an angle.

You felt the unpleasant sensation of your stomach growling, cursing you, at the heavenly thought of food as your shift at Family Video earlier today was unforgiving to your non-existent breakfast. You fumbled with the vinyl a bit as the mouthwatering aroma of home cooking stormed your senses and Steve spoke once more. "Feisty today, aren't we?"

"Just a tad," you laughed quietly.

"Well, I hate to disappoint you but tonight we're not having potatoes. I'm making your favorite," he pointed, shuffling the pan to give it a gentle stir. He made sure to turn to face you in time to see your hopefully delighted reaction. "Alfredo?!" you spun around with a glittering grin, almost knocking over Steve's plant. A fake one, of course. A real plant was a bit too much responsibility for him.

At the nod of his head, your cheesy smile soften to a smaller, less toothy one as you watched Steve while he resumed cooking. What you failed to share with your best friend was that the last phrase you'd actually use to describe your day was "not too shabby". Besides waking up almost an entire hour past the start of your shift (Keith made sure to give you an earful about that) and everyone and their mother in town deciding to be at Family Video today, it seemed like your day was never-ending. The only thing keeping your mood from turning stink to sour was the idea of going to see Steve.

Steve was kind of magical in that way. Anger, sadness, anxiety, you name it, it was no match for Steve. Though he was no poet, he had this way with words that would never fail to make you feel so comforted. So safe. Any instance where Steve had to talk you out of whatever mental turmoil you were enduring, it felt you were being endlessly wrapped in a cozy, tight blanket, sheltering you from all the darkness.

How Steve knew you were having a shit day and needed your favorite meal along with your favorite boy? Lord knows. His ability to read you without even needing to be near you was nothing short of wizardry. But like you said. Steve was magical.

"You're the best," you proclaimed, prompting a mumbled sly remark from your chef for the evening, before the music began. Being here, along with the divine sound of Tina's ethereal voice and pasta boiling in water, was more than enough to make you feel like you were right at home, though your true address was miles away. When the time to depart would make its cursed arrival, it was never easy to leave, especially with the way Steve begged for you to stay, using those unfairly adorable puppy dog eyes that paired beautifully with his lengthy lashes, against you.

And it always worked. Well, not always. You had some degree of self-control. But more times than not, you couldn't help but to cave in to his protests. How could you resist? It was Steve.

With a satisfied grin that carved deep smile lines into his blushing cheeks, he'd tuck his sheets snug around your body, repeatedly asking you if you were comfortable enough. His bed was cloud-like, plush and doughy and his pillows smelled like his shampoo and conditioner, a hint of cologne on his comforter. It was like you were trapped in a cocoon of Steve. You wanted to tell him you were beyond comfortable, that there, in his bed, you were in just about your favorite place on Earth but, habitually, you concluded that a simple nod would suffice.

Crawling onto the empty space beside you, he made sure to face you, leaving a soft squeeze on your shoulder before humming "G'night, sunshine," closing his eyes and tucking his hands under his head. And like always, Steve was a perfect gentleman, dead set on never getting under the covers himself when you'd sleep over.

Guilt would disrupt your relaxation at the sight of the brisk night chill building little hills on his freckled arms, though you selfishly loved the way he'd cuddle up to steal some of your body heat. His plump lips would part as he drifted into a peaceful slumber, light snores and chirping crickets being your lullaby.

You hoped to have another night like that soon.

In the midst of times like those, storms of wonder and doubt raged on. Was Steve like this with everyone else? Were you being silly thinking that you and Steve could be more than friends? Being Steve's best friend for nearly a decade, you knew he wasn't exactly a prude. His King Steve era was honestly one of your least favorites. Though he reserved his usual tenderness and affection all for you, you've witnessed a whole slew of girls enter and leave Steve's life, and none of them looked like you.

You wanted nothing more than to be one of the girls he'd have leaned up against his locker, arm resting next to their head, cheeks fanned by his minty breath as he whispered honeyed words. You craved dates at the drive-in theater in Steve's burgundy 1983 BMW only to neglect the movie and end up making out, like he did with other girls.

When Steve would bring his latest lover around, desperately, you did your damnedest to bury your jealousy and and fill its grave with merriment for him, because if anyone deserved to be happy, it was Steve. But the girls at school only wanted to be with Steve because of his status and all the flashy things he could buy them.

The flashy things were dull to you, though.

You wanted to be with Steve because you wanted to hold his hand and press soft kisses to his cheek. To hug him a little tighter and little longer than a best friend normally would. To run your fingers through his fluffy hair whenever he would grow stressed because you knew it calmed him down. To make him breakfast in bed when he was sick and even when he wasn't. To love him your fullest potential.

But you had to settle for this. Calves tucked under your thighs with a blanket draped over your legs as you stared off into space, longing for someone you thought you couldn't have, not knowing he was stealing glances of you wondering what was running through your pretty little head.

Resting your arm against the back of the sofa, holding your head up, your lips were downturned in a pout, eyebrows pulled together as you studied the throw pillow a few inches away from you. A little pillow can't be that interesting, something has to be bothering you, he thought. He was unapologetically curious to know if pressing his lips against your own would make that frown melt into that sweet smirk you usually had.

Steve hated when you were unhappy. It made his mind race. Did someone say something to you? Did someone do something to you? Did you eat today? How was your shift? Why did you lie when you said your day "wasn't too shabby"? Obviously it was shabby. Look at your face. That tired and troubled, cute little face. What can he do to fix it? You were his sunshine, you deserved to be happy, always.

Giving the pot a final stir and turning the flame off, Steve carelessly tossed the grease-stained hand towel flopped over his shoulder, down by the sink, strolling over to where he'd earlier set down the two bottles of wine. White Zinfandel. Neither you or Steve were wine connoisseurs, but when you called Nancy panicking about how extensive the selection at the liquor store was, she swore by it.

Balancing two glasses and a single bottle of the rose-tinted alcohol, Steve took an extra glance at your face, deciding to scoop up the second bottle into his arms. By the looks of it, it was gonna be one of those nights.

You tried to hide your smile as you noticed he was coming over, a slight grin on his face as he set the glasses down. You and him both knew he was only coming to cause trouble. He set the delicate haul down on to the thrifted wooden coffee table in front of you, slipping you one of those comforting 'Steve smiles' he usually did.

Like the forgotten towel, he threw himself down on the couch next to you, warm hand having a much softer landing on the plush of your thigh; a familiar and welcomed touch. Habitually, you curled up closer to him, no longer able to hide your smile.

"Why so glum, chum?" He tilted his chin down, slightly poking his bottom lip out, as he looked at you through batting eyelashes.

Laughing through your nose and subsequently parading a grin that displayed nothing but teeth and hollow happiness, you remarked, "What do you mean? Don't you see me smiling?"

You were fooling absolutely no one. Steve knew you were sad. And, goddamn it, he was gonna get it out of you.

"You know exactly what I mean, you weren't smiling just a few seconds ago until I came over. You're welcome, by the way, I'm flattered that I have such an effect on you," he smirked, placing a hand on his chest in gratitude.

"Okay, now I'm glum again," you roll your eyes at his not-so discreet cockiness. You hid your face in your hands, resting your forehead on Steve's shoulder. It was hard with muscle, but soft with tenderness and safety. "I was smiling at the wine, for your information."

The palm of your hand that pressed against your face muffled your words, but Steve could still understand what you said, it was evident in the way your tone was laced with satire.

"Ah, yes, that makes way more sense" Steve replied, monotone. His thumb began coasting along your skin as he urged you, "Alright, jokes aside. How are you really feeling?"

Hoisting your head up, you almost answered before he continued, "And don't give me that 'not too shabby' crap 'cause that frown you had going on earlier already snitched on ya."

When the hell did he get so observant? Steve was no idiot, but sometimes things needed to be spelled out for him. But come to think of it, you never had to spell things out for Steve whenever it came to you. He just always had a way of knowing.

"I don't know, Steve. Honestly. Some days are just a bit tougher than others. Today was one of those days," you murmured, avoiding the attentive gaze he was burning into your shifty eyes.

He slowly nodded as he processed your words, head falling on top of yours as you again found comfort on his shoulder. His eyes fluttered shut as you began mimicking the affection he was giving you on your thigh, rubbing his arm through the creamy cotton material of his crewneck. You hadn't seen it before. This one was new. So were the jeans he'd paired with it.

"Why're you dressed so nice, Harrington?"

He laughed more to himself than to you. "Well, the food can't be the only thing that looks good, you know? Wanted to look nice too. It's our first dinner together, after all," he mumbled the last bit.

Steve felt the skin around your eyes tighten against his shoulder as your eyebrows scrunched together. "We've had dinner together before, though."

"This one's different," he replied, almost instantly. You'd hoped Steve's eyes were still closed so that he wouldn't see the bashfulness you were weathering, plucking the corners of your lips into a soft smile.

A silence fell between the two of you. Not unusual. Not awkward. Never unusual or awkward. There was a mutual cherishment of moments like these. Shamelessly invading each other's personal space on the couch as if it was made to only fit one person, music playing lowly the distance, but preferring to listen to the sound of the other's breathing.

"How can I make you feel better, sunshine?" Steve questioned, voice still hushed. The volume of your voice wasn't much louder as you responded, thoughtlessly, "You don't have to ask me that. You make me feel better without even trying."

"Oh yeah?" He craned his neck so that his head was impossibly closer to yours, awaiting your confirmation. Steve knew that you enjoyed his company, as he did yours, but he was only joking earlier when he gushed about having such an effect on you. It was now his turn to hide his blush, when you hum, nodding your head fervently.

These were the warm moments that confused you so much more than any subject in school ever did. And unbeknownst to you, it messed with Steve's head too. He'd never been this close with anyone before. Especially not with any of his "girlfriends" in the past. Sure, they'd cuddle and talk about their feelings. But it never felt the way it does with you. Steve was in love with you. It was hopeless.

And he had to make it known. Soon. If not, he swore he'd explode.

"Ready to eat?"

"Mhm," you buzzed, untangling yourself from the envelop of Steve. As he pressed his knuckles into the sofa, willing himself up, you reached for the bottle of wine and a glass, but your hand only made it so far until it felt the sting of a petty swipe from the boy next to you. "Ah ah, missy, dinner first. Lord knows how many hours its been since you last ate."

You snorted, "Relax, it hasn't been that long."

"Oh yeah? When was the last time?" He looked at you with raised eyebrows and an expression that said he already knew your answer was going to be ridiculous. And if there was anything you learned tonight, it was that Steve was highly skilled at knowing when you were lying, so instead, you left him with a goofy smile and giggle that told him he was absolutely right in his assumption.

"Yeah, that's what I thought," the spot where he sat went cold as he left to the kitchen, fixing two plates for the both of you. You moved the drinks and glasses over to the dining table, using a nearby lighter to ignite the accompanying lavender and vanilla scented candles. Tina Turner's vinyl was replaced with Tears for Fears' album Songs from The Big Chair instead, as Steve used his elbow to dim the kitchen lights, hands full with heavy plates of pasta.

"Oh my gosh, this looks so good! Good job, Stevie," you cheered, as he set your plate down in front of you, pouring you a much needed glass of wine. Your hands shook with hunger or excitement, or both, as you picked up your fork, ready to dig in. "Yeah, don't get too psyched yet. Let's hope it tastes as good as it looks."

"I'm sure it does."

His knee rests against yours as he sits adjacent to you, gathering food on his fork, though his eyes are peering at you, awaiting your verdict. The mouthwatering smell of garlic, butter, cheese and other heaven-sent elements overwhelm your nose and you feel like you can't eat it soon enough. You pause for a beat and so does his heart, hand over your messy mouth as you chew. Steve's hand twitches as he contemplates wiping the sauce from the corners of your lips and licking his finger clean.

"Steve," you begin, eyes flickering shut. "I'm gonna need you to cook for me every night. This is so fucking good." The tension in his face eases at your palpable delight, mission well accomplished. He was proud of himself. Very proud. Almost as much as you were of him.

You throw your head back, the purest form of satisfaction consuming you. "I'm glad you like it, I've been trying to nail it for weeks," Steve laughs, finally taking a bite for himself.

"Well, you've succeeded," you beam, washing it down with a sip of wine. Everybody Wants to Rule the World begins playing and you smile at Steve, knowing it was his favorite song at the moment. You nod your head along as Steve hums. A truly peaceful pocket in time.

Through the large windows opening the living room to the rest of Hawkins, you had the perfect view of the bright lights and mountainous buildings from the neighboring city. It was like the sky had flipped on its axis and the stars weren't in the sky anymore, they were among the trees and high rise properties.

"Steve, look how pretty," you point towards the window as his gaze shifts from you to raindrop-riddled glass. "I love being able to see the city so close. Sucks that we can't see the stars, though. I've always wanted to go stargazing."

"Yeah, I remember you mentioning that a while ago. We gotta go one of these days," he replied, shoving a forkful of alfredo into his mouth.

"Oh, did you wanna go too?"

He shrugs his shoulders, chewing before speaking, "Eh, I'm not really a big stars guy. Besides, if I wanna see a pretty little light, all I gotta do is look at you," he says inattentively, going right back to eating as if he hadn't just said the sweetest thing anyone's ever said to you.

"Shut up, Harrington," you roll your eyes, letting out a half-hearted laugh as you take your last bite. How could he flirt with you so easily? So carelessly? Couldn't he see that you loved him and that whenever he says things like that it does something to you? Clueless boy.

"I'm serious. Why do you think I always call you sunshine?" He replies, not a hint of irony in his face.

"Steve," you warn, sitting back in your chair. You didn't know where this conversation was going, and you'd be damned if you got your hopes up for what you always got whenever you did: absolutely nothing.

"It's why I love when you wear yellow. Reminds me of the first time I ever saw you," he pressed. He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Clueless girl.

"Steve," your voice wavered. "What? Why do you keep saying my name like that?" He laughed, dryly.

He grew worried that he was saying too much. Saying things that a person shouldn't say to their best friend. He took a sip of his wine. Then another. Then another. He was considering just downing the whole glass. Maybe he was saying too much.

Screw that, he was in love with you.

"What're you saying to me right now?" You charged, voice a little harsher than what you'd intended, but you demanded an answer. A straightforward one. "I'm saying that I'm done hiding it."

"Hiding what?"

"That I love you."

The revelation yanks your parted lips shut, unsure of what to say next. You had dreamed for what felt like a lifetime for Steve to say those words to you and at last, it was no longer a dream, but instead reality. The rapid pace of your heartbeat could be felt in your chest and ears, and the butterflies in your stomach were more wild and untamed than ever before.

Steve's eyes didn't leave yours, though the stillness from you was killing him. The silence between you two that was once never awkward or unusual, was now painful and nearly unbearable.

Your dilated pupils scanned over his face, relentlessly. The jokey, teasing grin that he often sported when he was messing with you was unaccounted for. Holy shit. The gate to your thoughts opened once more. "You're serious," you whispered.

"How could I not be?" Steve watched you with adoring eyes, the warm light of the candle giving the melted chocolatey pond the sweetest infusion of honey.

"Kiss me."

Forks and butter knives fall to the ground with several, loud unpleasant clanks as Steve leans over the square dining table, hungrily pressing his lips against yours. His lips are garlicky and a little chapped, as yours probably are as well, yet the kiss is nothing short of perfect.

His mouth does a passionate dance against yours as you follow his lead, embracing the plush little pillows with your own. It was both everything you've imagined it'd be and nothing like you'd thought at the same time. You already knew Steve was an amazing kisser. Anyone who went to Hawkins High knew it. But experiencing it for yourself was completely different and new. It was euphoric.

The two of you have to reluctantly pull yourselves off of each other to catch your breaths. This moment was a long time coming.

Steve's hands are still holding onto to either side of your face, unwilling to let you go just yet. Truly savoring every second of the present. His breath fans across your cupid's bow, as he smiles against your lips. "You drive me crazy, you know that?"

Giggling, you wrap your palms and fingers around his wrists, rubbing your nose on his. "Sorry," you shrug, feeling his thumbs caress your warm cheeks.

"Don't be," he shakes his head, engulfing your soft lips into another kiss.

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YWFLBWHESTS Drabble

Wordcount: 983

Summary:

Indie Rocker!Eddie Munson x POC!Indie Rocker!Reader “Sug” x Fuckboy!Steve Harrington Early 2000s Indie Rockstar AU A glimpse into your future with Eddie and Steve.

Warnings: 18+ Only

Smutty smut smut. BDSM. There really isnt much of a plot here. Read at your own risk.

Notes:

I couldn't help myself. This just wouldn't leave my brain. So here ya go. Happy Reading Heathens 😈

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It’s Hellfire night and Eddie has finally made it home. He knew Steve was over, keeping you company while he did his Dungeon Master thing. Upon walking through the front door he was surprised to find the living room empty.

That is, until a moan comes from down the hall in the bedroom.

Taking his sneakers off. He places them on the metal shoe rack and follows the sensual noise. What he finds has his mouth watering.

Steve has you bent over the dresser. Your underwear drawer left open. Spilling tiny lace and cloth onto the floor as he pounds into you from behind.

"Why on earth did you think I would be okay with you putting panties back on sweetheart, when I ripped the last pair off? Nothing should ever be keeping us from sinking into your tight cunt." Steve questions you.

"I'm sorry." You squeak out.

"Sorry what?" He punctuates with a hard thrust and a slap to your ass.

"Sorry…daddy" You cry out.

Eddie groans from the doorway. Letting his presence be known, as he palms his erection through his jeans.

"Look who's finally home." Steve coos.

You whine. Melting further into the dresser, knowing Eddie is watching you get punished for the small slight.

"You trying to keep that sweet pussy from your Daddy Bunny?" He teases.

"No, Sir." You shake your head. Moaning as Steve gives a particularly hard thrust. "Was trying to keep it safe?"

"Keep what safe Bunny?"

"Daddys cum." You gasp out. "There was so much it was just leaking out of me, and I didn’t want to waste it. Knew you would want a snack when you got home. I just wanted to keep it safe and warm for you." You sob, unable to control your emotions any longer.

"Fuuuuuuck." Steve groans. "That's why you were in here grabbing panties? Wanted to keep all of Daddy’s cum for Sir?"

"Mmhmm." You whimper.

"Fuck baby girl. Now I feel like a jackass for punishing you." He slows his thrusts.

"No don’t stop! Please!" Tears continue streaming down your face.

"Shhh. I'm not stopping baby." He continues his slow grind into your body as he turns to watch as Eddie steps into the room. "Since you were trying to be a good girl for your Sir and got punished by me instead. I’m going to let you come on my cock. Then I’m going to fill you back up so Sir can feast on your sweet little abused hole. What do you think Eds?”

He saunters over to your slumped frame. Wiping a tear from your cheek. “I think that’s a great idea, but it’s missing something?”

“What's that?” You whisper out.

“My dick in your mouth.” He grins. “Gotta make sure my little Bunny’s belly is full before I fill mine.”

You whine and start to frantically nod your head yes. “Please. Want your cum Sir. Please.”

“Shh. Shh. I got you.” He quickly unzips his jeans. Pulling out his ridiculously hard dick. “Open up Bunny.”

You open your mouth as wide as it will go. And damn are you a sight to behold. Eyes glazed over and dilated. Tears dampening your cheeks. Hair a mess from the manhandling Steve put you through.

Eddie could come just from the image alone. But he promised his Bunny he’d fill her belly and he can’t go back on his word. Not when you’ve already been unfairly punished. A sub-drop will not be happening on his watch.

He places his leaking tip on your tongue. Before he can even instruct you, you’ve wrapped your lips around his shaft and you’re sucking him down into your throat.

He throws his head back “Fuck, Bunny. That mouth is dangerous. Got me on the edge of coming already.”

Steve groans and speeds up his hips. “I’m not going to last much longer myself. Her pussy is squeezing the hell out of me. I can barely pull out.”

“You heard him, Bunny. You better hurry up and cum so we can give you your overdo reward.”

You moan around Eddie’s girth as Steve doubles his efforts. Bringing is hand around your hip and sliding his fingers down to your clit. Rubbing your engorged button until you’re coming undone with a muffled scream.

“That’s it, Bunny. Bring your Daddy to his knees for punishing you when you were just being my best girl.”

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Steve grits out. Hips slamming home and stilling as he unloads deep inside of you.

“Good girl.” Eddie caresses your cheek. “Ready for you treat bunny?”

You nod your head. Relaxing your throat so that he can fuck your mouth like you so desperately want.

He pulls his hips back and pushes forward. Creating a rhythm he knows will have him painting your tonsils white in no time.

Just as he is about to crest off the edge into pure ecstasy, he feels arms wrap around his torso and lips kiss along his neck to his ear. “Look at you baby boy, helping Daddy fix his mistake. Giving your little bunny just what she needs.”

“Oh fuck. Here it comes Bunny.” Steve’s words echo in his ears as Eddie erupts along your tongue.

You remain still until his cock twitches for the last time. He gently removes himself from your mouth and watches as you once again open it wide. Showing off all his sweet cream collected on your tongue before you swallow every last drop.

He bends down and captures your lips with his own. “Mmm. My good girl.”

Your eyes roll back at the praise.

Steve smacks Eddie on the ass. “You better eat your snack before it gets cold baby boy. Get your fill because the rest of the night we’re going to spoil our very good girl.”

Eddie moves to lower himself to his knees behind your still bent over frame. “With pleasure.”

#poc reader #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader #steddie #steddie smut #steddie x reader

[vneuns]

𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐲

PAIRING — eddie munson x afab!reader

WORD COUNT — 2.4k

SUMMARY — Y/n and Steve dated after him and Nancy broke up and everyone assumed they dated while the two high school sweethearts were still together. So after so much Y/n decides to speak up at Prom telling all her fellow peers what happened

NOTE(S) — this is super shitty, and no I’m not just saying that so read at your own risk lmao don’t say I didn’t warn you.. but if you somehow ACTUALLY enjoy this please please lmk you thoughts <3

walking in the halls of hawkins high had never made you feel unsafe until now. the looks and the whispers made you feel smaller than ever before. at one point you ran this school, you had people at your feet but people find out you and Mr. Popular dated around the same time him and Ms. Goody two shoes broke up; all of a sudden it was as if you had some sort of cheese touch and people couldn’t help but keep their distance.

you’d been labeled the school home wrecker.

coming up on your locker you noticed the word SLUT in big red spray painted words across it though it was spelled more like ZLUT, and couldn’t help but shake your head. oh how this was getting fucking old.

standing in front of the dark blue locker you took in the work. as if you were admiring it in a museum. a few snorts and giggles were heard behind you but you ignored them, just taking in the fact that someone wasted half a can on spray paint graffitiing your locker.

loser. you rolled your eyes beginning to turn the lock to put your backpack inside when a body appeared next to you.

speaking of losers. “They need to get something original. and maybe learn to spell while they’re at it.” Eddie sighed taking in the work as you once did that was on your locker door. after placing your backpack inside the small space and taking out your books for your next few classes you slammed the door closed turning towards the brunette.

“Yeah well what’d you expect, half of them failed a few times.” Eddie pouted at you at the mention of failing. “But you know how to spell! That’s something you have over them.”

“M’lady,” Your best friend holds up a brown paper bag handing it to you as you throw your head back in ecstasy a small moan leaving your pillowy lips. Putting your hand inside you grabbed the blueberry bagel from the bottom of the bag from you and Ed’s favorite bagel and donut place.

It’s where the two of you had met after he saw you looking over a sheet of music, because conveniently his band was also looking for a lead singer at the time. Of course you were skeptical at first but he offered for you to sit in on a practice and you saw how good they were.

It’s where the two of you had met after he saw you looking over a sheet of music, because conveniently his band was also looking for a lead singer at the time. Of course you were skeptical at first but he offered for you to sit in on a practice and you saw how good they were.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” You stood slightly on your tiptoes placing multiple kisses on his cheek in between each word as you kept walking.

taking a bite of your muffin you hadn’t realized the slight blush that had taken over Eddie’s face. it was normal small kisses here and there but it wasn’t until recently that eddie realized that the more he tried pushing down his feelings for you the more he fell in love.

“i’m dreading going to this class.” your voice came out muffled from the big bite of the muffin you had taken. eddie smiled wiping off a bit of crumbs from the inner corner of your mouth before replying.

“just a few more months.”

****

“Y/n L/n and Eddie Munson please report to the principles office.” Curiously you turned towards Eddie who just shrugged his shoulders as the two of you grabbed your things before making your way towards the front office.

It was only fifth period what the hell could the two of have done within the span of a few hours.

“Maybe they called us down to tell us we can graduate early.” you questioned the second the two of you were out of the door and making a left turn towards your doom.

“Pfft, yeah right.”

—

“Ms. L/n, Mr. Munson.” Your principle nodded at you both signaling for you to take a seat across from her at her desk. Cautiously you both took a seat looking around as if there was some kind of prank about to be pulled on the two of you. This caused her to laugh.

“Don’t worry nothings wrong, neither of you are in trouble or anything of the sorts; But let me be the first to apologize for everything that’s happened as of late.” Her head turn towards you bowing her head slightly.

“But as the two of you know Prom is approaching and approaching fast, you may or may not have heard about the recent incident with our last band and the.. rat infestation where they must practice so we’ve been looking for a new one.” Eddie’s eyes turn towards you out of the corner of your eye a slight smirk on his face.

“And what does this have to do with us?” He leans forward slightly as if your principle is about to spill the biggest secret of the year.

“Well.. we were hoping your band would preform for us at prom,”

“Do you even know our bands—“

“We’ll do it!” you cut Eddie off before he can ruin this once and a lifetime opportunity for the both of you.

“What?”

“Yay! You can talk to Ms. Dickinson about all the details as far as payment and everything else.” Before either of you can react she’s rushing you both out of her office before you can change your mind and slamming the door in your faces.

Looking up you meet the eyes of your best friend who has a single eyebrow raised and his arms crossed. “You better know what the hell you’re doing L/n.”

The weeks leading up to prom were stressful.. to say the least. Every waking moment you had that you hadn’t spent practicing your songs with the band, you spent writing one you had planned to perform before the prom queen and king were announced. You barely slept, barely ate, barely did any of life’s necessary activities to live because you were planning on making history for the class of ‘86.

Making sure the last finishing touches of your hair and makeup were done you stood in the mirror looking over your outfit one last time.

You were wearing a leather black skirt, with a pair of high top black converse, fishnets, and and one sleeve black crop top with a leather belt that sat right under your chest.

“Y/n Eddie’s here!” Your mother called from downstairs and with that you picked up your clutch from off your dresser before making your way downstairs to meet your date best friend.

“You clean up nicely Munson.” You compliment the boy who was waiting for you at the end of the stairs his body clad in a pair of black jeans, a black leather jacket, and his signature white and black Hellfire shirt.

“You’re one to talk.” He throws back putting his hand out when you made it to the last step, pulling you into him he placed a small kiss on your head whispering something only for you to hear. Cheeks heating slightly at the compliment before shaking your head and getting ready to take pictures.

After loads of picture taking, and a lesson on safe sex.. for whatever reason the two of you were finally off to your last prom.

“Drive safe and call me if you’re gonna be out later.” Your mother called as you made your way to Eddie’s van. Giving her a thumbs up, you climbed in the front seat after Eddie opened your door, smiling internally to yourself when you realized your seat was still just the way you liked it.

Once he was sure you were inside and had your seatbelt on he made his way around the car getting in as well.

“Ready to change Prom history forever?” your best friend questioned as he pulled out of garage and onto the street looking at you out of the corner of his eye.

“Nervous…”

After having to stop behind a few cars at a red light, Eddie turned towards you grabbing your chin forcing you to look at him.

“You’re gonna do great and everyone gonna love you, and if they don’t i’ll personally beat them up.” Your cheeks heated up at the sentiment turning towards the window after the light turned green.

“Are you blushing?” the brunette next to you asked a teasing tone on his voice as he pulled off after the car in front of him.

“Shut up..” you grumbled. Within seconds you felt a hand resting on your exposed thigh.

“That’s alright.. atleast now I can say i made THE y/n blush with one simple sentence” he chuckled just shaking his head. By the time you two arrived the party hash already started. Of course there was the occasional side eye glance from people who obviously had nothing better to do with their life but other then that you had an amazing time.

After singing all the songs you had originally planned to play now it was time to play the song that would hopefully change “Prom history”.

“Now before we announce our Prom king & queen we have a special performance.. so without further or do would you give a warm welcome to y/n y/l/n and Eddie Munson!” Your principal said enthusiastically a hint of nervousness hidden in her voice. Their were a few claps from the people in the audience but not too many.. ya know given your reputation. But despite that you walked out Eddie following close behind with a grin on both of your faces.

“Hello everyone,” Your eyes scanned the crowd bored expressions on all of their faces. Shaking your head you pulled the mic stand down just a tad so it was right below your lips before continuing.

“So as some of you may know a little while ago I was labeled the school slut,” a teacher off to the side of the stage coughed but you ignored it before continuing.

“because rumors were spread I dated a guy while he was still in a relationship, .” A few students whispered amongst themselves as your eyes trailed from looking between Steve who was with some girl with a wavy bob and Nancy who was stood next to Jonathan biting at her nails.

“Except that actually isn’t true.. I wrote this song explaining how it actually went down.” The lights dimmed as a spotlight went on you and Eddie began to play the first note.

“I said i wanted thin mints.. you said you knew a guy.” a faint smile appeared on your face at the mention of that one fateful night you and steve had gotten the munchies and wanted the chocolate covered minty cookies.

“You showed up with a boom box and stars in your eyes, Who knew cuddling on a trampoline could be so reckless, We bonded over black eye peas and complicated exes..”

Peeking just over your lashes you could see your peers whispering amongst themselves a few looking over at the once very iconic couple standing towards the back of the crowd on opposite sides.

Just as the chorus began to play you pulled the mic from its place on the microphone stand taking a step backwards as you met Eddie in the middle. A goofy smile on your lips as he stuck out his tongue trying to get you to smile and doing so successfully.

“Now I’m a home-wrecker, i’m a slut I got death threats filling up semi trucks, Tell me who I am because i don’t have a choice.. all because i liked a-“

By the end of your three minute song the crowd had seemingly caught on to the lyrics and were singing along to the chorus.

The room grew quiet as the song neared it’s end, the mic was back on its stand and Eddie was back in his original position taking long gulps from the water bottle being as that he no longer had to play.

“When everything went down we’d already broken up, Please tell me who I am.. Guess i don’t have a choice, All because I liked a boy…. A boy, A boy, All because I liked a boy.”

And for the first time in a while there were smiles directed towards you.. from the people who had been looking down on you for months. Then it was as if everything went in slow motion when the back track finally ended and applause’s and cheers were heard.

Eddie threw his guitar to his back as he made his way to stand next to you, taking your hand in his as the two of you took a bow. Taking in the cheers for a second Eddie pulled you into his side with a quick kiss on the side of your head before leaning into the microphone before the two of you left stage.

“Thank you all so much for letting us perform for you tonight, we are Corroded Coffin.” And with that Eddie was pulling you off stage.

Seeming to have come out of your state of shock when you were off stage you grabbed Eddie’s other hand jumping up and down out of excitement, chuckling the brunette just watched you with a grin on his face.

“Oh my god- i can’t- we just, OH MY GOD!”

“Hey hey! Shhh.” Eddie whispered pulling you into his warm sweat clad body listening intently as you spoke muffled words of excitement into his chest.

“You were amazing out there.” Your best friend told you after pulling away his hands on your elbows keeping you just close enough to still be able to spell your strawberry pound cake perfume. As much of a stubborn hard ass as you were, boy did you wear that scent religiously.

“WE were amazing out there.” You corrected a soft smile playing on your lips the adrenaline still rushing through your bones. An in that moment Eddie knew he couldn’t continue to push down his feelings for you. As much as you were his best friend you were the love of his life and he wouldn’t change that for the world.

Without anymore hesitation Eddie pulled you back towards him again but this time one hand was on the side of your cheek the other resting on your hip bone his thumb softly caressing the exposed skin above your skirt. “Wha-,” before you could question his motive his lips were moving against yours.

The kiss had caught you by surprise but after a moment your arms were around your best friends neck leaning more deeply into the kiss.

“… King & Queen, Eddie Munson and Y/n Y/l/n”

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[drytacomeat]

𝐀 𝐒𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲

My first series begins! It was actually inspired by a random prompt generator. I plan to make it 3 parts, and probably have smut. Sorry the header is ugly kinda. I’ll work on that.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Plus Size Black! Reader

Synopsis: Steve is suddenly unarmored by Y/n, and he is determined to get her to give him a chance.

3.9k words

You couldn’t say you were one of them yourself, but today you did have ulterior motives. You actually needed to study for the third history exam this week. Your teacher was insane to be quite frank.

Despite that, the library was pretty packed with buzzing and gossiping girls. It was sweet you thought.

They didn’t really think the same about you, that was common knowledge.

You were about the only girl here who did not wear cute skirts and flattering sweaters. There also were not many bigger girls at this school. Layering being black, fat, and not your average styled girl was a recipe for being an outcast.

You tried your best though, and you figured the people that truly mattered around here liked you. You were a good person who did good things. You also gave discounts to any parents who had kids also in high school for your babysitting services.

Some of those parents really needed to be cut some slack, and their kids would come to you for thanks. You’d built quite the reputation, so, no, you weren’t bothered much despite odds being against you in little Hawkins.

You weren’t noticed much either though, at least not until this beautiful Spring day that you decided to sit by the window of the library so you could watch the surroundings.

“Hey, do you work here by any chance?” Steve Harrington asked you with a look of desperation. He completely yanked you out of your own daydream.

You couldn’t help but scrunch your face because what the actual fuck?

“No, I’m a student here…we have been in school together since kindergarten. I’m in the same history class as you,” you shook your head and looked back down to your book. You wished you would have took the extra 2 minutes to look for your Walkman this morning.

“Oh, I‘ve—um—never seen you around here before,” his eyebrows shot up and his lips curled inwards like he was actually trying to think.

“Probably just weren’t looking for me,” you responded lowly.

He just shrugged.

“Well, you’re the only one over here, so maybe you could help me out?” he somewhat smiled.

“Depends on what you need “King Steve”,” you said, voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Don’t—whatever. Can you just tell me where the history books are?”

You pointed towards the back of the library, and to your luck, he didn’t ask for more. He would have to search more, but by the time he would come back to the table for further instruction, you would be gone.

You quickly grabbed your items and walked away. So much for studying.

As you began to make it near the library exit, you questioned as to how he could just not know you? The school was not big enough for that honestly. You didn’t necessarily stick out aside from the obvious because you were relatively but still.

Now, you were usually never one to go by rumors as you had heard so many about yourself that were just blatant lies, but there were a lot about Steve. Some of those rumors were even proven to be true by one of your closest friends who happened to actually date him, Nancy Wheeler. Still, maybe “King Steve” was just all caught up in his mousse slicked head. Maybe he was just an asshole.

Just as you walked out the double doors, you bumped into dickhead Tommy Hagen and his girl, Carol.

“Watch where you’re going fat-ass,” he spat, and Carol threw her shoulder in such a bitchy way that it made you inwardly cringe.

As usual, you did not respond. You just went on about your day.

•••

Steve had been racking his mind that whole day. How could he not have known you? If you had been in school together since kindergarten, there was no way he just could not know you. You weren’t just the typical Indy girl. No, you dressed differently, and in his opinion, you looked quite different, as well. Not that he saw anything wrong with that.

He had seen your interaction with Tommy and Carol that day and cringed a little himself. You had definitely been a target of the two at least once before then, so that made him really wonder as to how he never noticed you before. Well, he never really noticed any of the people Tommy and Carol bothered because they bothered everybody really.

He tried not to think of it too much really. Him getting his ass handed to him almost every time he fought could be to blame for this memory clog.

It’s just that after that moment, he started to see you everywhere now.

He saw you in the cafeteria, in the school parking lot, at the vending machine, at the water fountains immediately after lunch. He saw you walk into your classes (he could probably wring your schedule out if he tried hard enough now), and he even saw you in the gym after school. He didn’t think you played any sports. Not necessarily because of how you looked, but because other people knew how you looked. There was no doubt you would experience mistreatment, unless you were absolutely perfect at whatever you did.

He had been seeing you so much the past two weeks. He would think you were doing it on purpose, but you seemed to show no interest in him when he asked for help in the library. He also only saw you doing absolutely normal things around school as well and not paying attention to him whatsoever.

Over the time, he started to take notice to your wardrobe. You never wore bright colors. Every color you wore was muted and…dull. You also never wore skirts. Ever. It was spring, and you wore no skirts. What kind of Hawkins girl are you? He figured you accessorized well enough, even though he knew nothing about that sort of thing.

He always found his eyes on you all of a sudden, and he didn’t know why. You were nothing like any girl he was ever involved with.

•••

If he hadn’t agreed to taking this scrunchy little kid to his little middle school dance, he might have gotten over this abrupt infatuation sooner than later.

“Sorry, Steve. I left my bike here earlier because my mom picked me up, and I just don’t want it to get stolen or anything,” Dustin explained as they both pulled into the Wheeler residence.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s not too out of the way,” Steve shrugged.

Dustin quickly scrambled out of the car to go after his bike.

As someone made their way out of the front door, he averted his attention from the boy.

It…it was you! What the actual fuck were you doing here? And you had on a dress! It was a little maroon number with black lace trimmings around it. He had never seen any girl wear a dress like that, but then again, he didn’t pay attention to what they were wearing for too long.

You had your hair done up into some sort of braids that he was sure you did not have in earlier, and you had on makeup. Simple look, but makeup nonetheless.

You looked really fucking pretty, and Steve was losing his mind.

Steve’s eyes lingered maybe a little longer than they should have until Dustin jumped back into the car.

“Sorry that took so long. Come on, Steve. You have to floor it because I cannot be late!” Dustin panicked.

Steve nodded and reversed the car, still looking in your direction. Nancy was following behind you now.

No way. Were you friends with Nancy this whole time?

You were absolutely confusing his mind.

He emptied his head as he watched Dustin enter the gym after near drowning himself in cologne.

Steve could not believe that he was here in this moment. Driving a little scraggly kid around and actually enjoying it. He was really starting to grow fond of the little guy. A lot of things in his life was just starting to scramble around.

•••

The day after those kids’ little dance, Dustin was absolutely talking Steve’s ear off.

“—and then this girl danced with me!” Dustin spoke causing Steve to completely zone in.

“What? A girl danced with you, Henderson?” Steve’s eyebrows raised, “I told you man!”

Dustin cheesed widely.

“Yeah, she was-actually you might know her! She’s in high school!” he faced Steve excitedly.

“High school?” Steve now raised his brows more.

“Yes! High school, Steve! She babysits for the Wheeler’s so I kind of know her, but that does not change the fact that I looked like the coolest motherfucker there!” he yelled.

“Hey, watch it,” Steve said, sternly eying the boy. Dustin just sat there staring Steve down for a second before they both burst out laughing.

“Okay, well, there’s a lot of girls in high school, Henderson. What’s she look like?” Steve asked.

“Uhm, probably a few inches shorter than you. She’s…well…she’s black, and she’s just really pretty. She had her hair in these braids and stuff,” he rambled while moving around more before he accidentally spilled his can of soda.

“Aw, fuck, Henderson!” Steve yelled quickly reaching down to grab the can.

“Sorry,” Dustin cowered.

Steve just threw down some napkins he so conveniently had on his dashboard into the mess. He made sure to floor it too.

“Sorry about your car, Steve,” Dustin frowned as they pulled up to his house now, “I get my allowance on Monday! I can help pay for cleaning or something maybe.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Steve rolled his eyes and shooed Dustin sassily.

Dustin hopped out quickly, and Steve was about to drive off until he recalled the conversation he had before this. He wanted to know what high school girl now got the privilege of being the middle school gossip topic for the next week or so.

“Henderson!” he yelled out, “What was the name of that girl that graced you with a little dance?”

“Oh! Uh, Y/n!”

•••

Steve actually scraped his brain that entire weekend. He did not know anyone who went by the name Y/n, but it had sounded familiar.

He felt like his mind was actually leaving him at this point.

•••

That next day at school, Steve had been watching you the whole day, yet again. You were always just around, and nothing was clicking in his poor little mind.

As he noticed you more, he noticed that everyone seemed to know you. You interacted with a huge variety of people. Despite your size, which is something most of the kids here are super petty and judgmental about, no one ever really bothered you, except for Tommy and Carol.

He found that strange.

Speaking of, he sat in the school cafeteria berating Tommy about not eating his meatloaf and how he should’ve gave it to him.

Once he looked away from his tray, he noticed you were standing in front of his table, running a conversation with the cheerleaders. You talked to them effortlessly, and it looked as if you all were friends.

He couldn’t help but berate himself for having the mentality that it’s a shock people treat you kindly.

As he sulked on his poor judgement. Carol stood up and apparently bumped into you. You quickly turned around to apologize as she was turning around as well.

This caused you to drop the vanilla pudding cup in your hand to the floor. Steve’s brows jumped as he inspected the situation.

You were frantically apologizing as Carol was dramatically gasping.

“You bitch!” she yelled and notified the entire cafeteria. Everyone’s attention was on you now, and you were cringing. So was Steve. This wasn’t unusual of Carol. She was a real piece of work.

What was unusual, though, was that Carol raised her hand to you and slapped you right across the face.

Carol was usually all bark, no bite. Steve’s jaw dropped, and Hagen had a big grin on his face. He looked over at his “friend” and scoffed. His eyes went back to you, and you seemed as though you just processed the slap as your hand went up to your cheek. Carol turned back to look at Hagen who was still grinning widely. Almost as if he was…proud of Carol.

You scoffed and reached down to pick the pudding up off of the floor. Steve figured you would just walk away, but you dipped your hand into the pudding. Carol was taken off guard when you smeared your pudding soaked hand across the top of her red hair.

Steve couldn’t help but crack a smile as you flung the pudding from your hand as Carol looked distraught.

His eyes caught yours for a split second. His face ran a little hot, and he quickly looked down. You had quite the balls.

Everybody knew Carol was a piece of shit, but nobody ever did anything about it.

“I’ll kill you, Y/n!” Carol yelled as Tommy came to her aid quickly with a napkin.

You stormed out of the cafeteria as Tommy was trying to help Carol. She was only slapping his hand away and running off in a different direction.

Meanwhile, Steve’s eyes were bulging out of his head. You were Y/n! It was all clicking now, and Steve was cursing himself for being such a dumbass.

You were the girl to dance with Dustin. The girl he could not stop talking about. Hell, after hearing all the great things Dustin said about you, Steve even started to like you a little bit, not even knowing it was you.

Now that he put a name to face, he couldn’t help but like you a little bit more. He knew nothing about you, though.

He would have to change that.

•••

Steve was pulling Henderson up to the Wheeler’s house. They were supposed to be playing their little nerd game that had absolutely too much going on to even possibly be fun. Dustin was bouncing in his seat from excitement.

“And then, they are going to let me be dungeon master this time, Steve! Don’t tell him, but Will is a master hog,” Dustin rolled his eyes.

Steve tried to look interested, he really did.

“Yeah, well, good luck Henderson,” Steve granted him a smile as Dustin was about to hop out of the car.

“Oh! One more thing, can you, uh, ask Nancy where this…Y/n may happen to stay?”

Dustin’s face puzzled before he looked around. Steve had pleading eyes, kind of hoping he wouldn’t ask any questions. He knew how this must’ve sounded.

“Oh! You know Y/n!” he bounced a little, “Man, you’re so cool, Steve.”

Steve only raised his eyebrows at the boy. Dustin nodded and ran on off into the Wheeler house.

Steve was about to back out of the driveway until he saw Nancy’s small frame dashing out of the house. She was walking with such intensity that her hair was rising inches from her shoulders before cascading back down.

Steve couldn’t help but roll his eyes and sigh. Fucking Henderson.

Steve rolled his window down and tried to put on his best fake smile. He was nervous because he knew Nancy was probably some type of upset.

“Steve! Why are you having a little boy ask me about Y/n?” Nancy said in an accusingly way, even if she wasn’t technically accusing Steve of anything yet.

“I just…I-I needed to ask her something,” he tried to say coolly and shrugged. “I don’t see why it’s, um, any of your business.”

She gave Steve the must incredulous look.

“Steve, c’mon. Seeing as you are my ex and she is my friend, it is very much my business!” she declared.

Steve shrugged nervously. Nancy could only sigh.

“You don’t have a good track record with girls, Steve. If you’re trying to play some game with

Y/n, I promise you that I am not letting that happen,” Nancy shrugged and crossed her arms.

Steve couldn’t help but admire her carefulness.

“Look, I watched her get bitch-slapped by Carol. I wanted to apologize for the situation,” he said after letting out a breath.

“You never have tried to apologize to anybody Hagen and Carol have taunted before, except for Jonathan,” she sighed. Steve couldn’t help but cringe at the name. He was over the situation, but reminders of it still made his heart murmur.

“She also danced with Dustin. He’s like obsessed with her. I just want to do a nice gesture for the girl. You have to believe me,” Steve pressed.

“You don’t know her.”

“Hoping to change that,” he half smiled.

Nancy stared at him intensely, perhaps scanning his face, before her eyes softened.

“Fine, I’ll tell you where she stays, but you have to bring me with you when you decide to go. That’s my rule, and I will not break it,” she uncrossed her arms and pointed at Steve.

He nodded slowly. She turned away and stormed back off into their house.

Steve let out a breath he had not known he was holding. That was fucking intense.

First part! To be honest, I am not sure if this will be correct because I wrote it in another place and transferred it because Tumblr is very hard to write in. Let me know if it looks like there are any gaps and feedback/ requests are welcomed.

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Girls Just Want To Have Fundamental Rights | Steve Harrington (II)

Summary: She knew him as ‘King Steve’ and he knew her as the  Feminist who got kicked out of school. She left Hawkins while he stayed,  but what happens when she returns and foggy memories become clear?

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Sinclair!OC (POC)

Word Count: 1.5K

A/N: Just know Donna’s hair inspo right now is Whitney Houston in the 80s :)) I had fun writing this one...lmk if you’d like to be tagged/untagged :))

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Part I

Hawkins, 1983

"You know you can join me if you'd like," Donna spoke outwardly, only continuing to prepare her joint not bothering to look up to whoever was there, "Beats standing there lurking."

"Only trying to be polite," He came into the blue pool light to stand in front of her. His hands were in his pocket, only taking them out to talk, "I was waiting until you finished to ask to borrow your lighter."

Donna forgot the work in front of her, entirely too amused with the King standing in front of her. Steve "The Hair" Harrington.  It wasn't the name that bothered her. It was just how he carried himself that got to her. He knew how to carry himself well. He learned that long ago and never failed to use it to his advantage.  It took people years to figure out how to do that. Even now, as he approached someone he'd never given the time of day he was still playing his role perfectly.

She thought maybe it was his curse. His spell. Maybe the reason behind why she asked, "Want to share this?"

"I shouldn't," Steve only offered her more politeness; a hand up in feigned excuse. But he looked invested in keeping her company.  

As Donna twisted her grinder, making the bud she put in as fine as she liked, she wondered what was causing Steve to act so... differently. He was usually at the center of the party. Schmoozing his way through the crowd that adored him, kissed the ground he walked on. Yet, he chose to sit idly on the pool chair across from her with unmatched patience.

"Do you know how to roll one?" She asked as she began her process anew, glancing up at him briefly to catch his response. There was no judgment in her tone, knowing he wasn't one who usually indulged in this sort of vice.  He shook his head softly as she said, "That's alright, I'll show you."

As Donna walked him through the various steps, all he could focus on was how expert her hands were. The process was second nature for her.  Steve heard nothing she said while he watched. He'd just flipped back down from the keg stand and now he needed a cigarette to wash it all down. He needed a break from the party. It was what allowed him to let the beer go to his head and get mesmerized at how her  fingers were nimble with the process. It was like muscle memory at this  point.

"Then, once you've got it like this," Her voice was a whisper as she held up the partially rolled paper in front of him, "You just lick it across and you're almost done."

Steve wanted to do it and Donna realized that as she held it out for him carefully. He leaned forward slightly, his hands barely ghosting over hers as if stabilizing himself before gliding his tongue across the paper. He didn't dare look up from his concentration, but he could feel Donna watching his every move.

"You're a natural," She told him warmly, twisting the edge of the paper to seal it off. It hadn't even been lit yet, but Steve's lungs were already feeling tight. She took her time to light it and get it burning to share and once she did she said, "Whenever you're ready." Reaching out with his two fingers, Steve touched her own in the exchange. He almost asked her to hold it for him, but it was too late as he began inhaling an herb new to him.

The burn of smoke filled his lungs and he held it as best he could, trying not to choke. But his body forced him to cough it all out instantly. He knew he would cough, not being used to this, but he hated the way it almost echoed through the open air. Taking the joint from him, Donna took her own drag, experiencing nothing but calmness in her breath.

"I thought you smoked," She laughed lightly keeping the joint between her lips as she started cleaning up her make-shift tray.

"I smoke tobacco," Steve corrected her cooly, watching as she plucked at the ends of her stray spiral curls only to push them back to lean into every word he said, "This stuff-I don't know how you enjoy this."

Donna rolled her eyes at his comment with her signature smirk that he has now become hyper-fixated on in his oncoming daze, "This is usually a little smoother in my opinion."

"And that makes it better somehow?"

"There are some other added benefits to it," She smiled wide feeling the blissful embrace of what she was talking about setting on.   Experimentally she held out the joint for him once again, "Try again. Just breathe in, but very, very slowly."  

Steve hesitated but obeyed her. When he looked at her, he could see the hazy glow from her high in her eyes, wanting to meet her there.  He started to feel the warmth more closely as he drew in another breath. His throat was on fire as the smoke traveled down it and into his lungs.

"Fuck...That's...Terrible," He coughed out in between each word. Pinching the joint in between his middle and pointer fingers he rested the joint back in between her lips, returning the favor.

She laughed taking a hit before blowing out some smoke through her nose, "This is no feat for the weak."

Donna's eyes drooped as she watched Steve in front of her. She started laughing. She rubbed her nose trying to cover it up but soon her giggle turned into a fit. Steve looked at he with awe. He only just noticed how part of her hair was clipped back, her curls not enjoying being tamed slickly on one side. She didn't have bright colors on like everyone at the party. Steve could see she chose things that paired well with the Earth. Colors that paired beautifully with her deep skin color as did the gold jewelry that hit her chest in the rhythm of her happiness.

It only took Steve so long before copying her laughter and it didn't take long before he was asking in between laughs what was so funny.

"Nothing, nothing," She shook her head, trying to shake her thoughts, "I was just thinking."

"That can never be good," He joked with her like he was familiar with her. Like they were friends, "Come on, what is it?"

She had his full and undivided attention. She could see that now clearly.

Her lips twitched in amusement as she finally pushed out her question, "Ever shotgunned before?"

"You’re joking, right?" He beamed widely, his ego was quickly inflating at the idea of impressing her, "Grab an IPA and I can show you."

"Not beer," She shook her head trying to not revive her laughing spell, patting the spot next to her where she sat, "Here, come here I'll show you."

Steve had never moved faster in his life. He was trying to figure out a way to get closer to her and now he was convinced she was reading his mind.

Now that he was closer to Donna, she could make out the pink tinge on his cheeks. No doubt from the smoke. It paired well with the shadows of the pool water that moved in rhythm with the breeze around them on his face. Donna could see now why so many of the cheerleaders had their eyes on him. He was gentle looking with a few freckles littering his face, something that could make just about anyone swoon.

Steve had never been on the other side. He was never one to truly swoon. Yet, as Donna tipped Steve's chin up gently as he followed her guidance eagerly. Her hand stayed there, barely there in the contact as her free hand drew in a deep drag of whatever was left before the joint would become a roach.

Donna smiled down at him and leaned in, gently guiding his mouth open with hers as she exhaled smoke past his waiting lips. She consumed his senses for a moment. All he could feel is one of her hands coming to lay on his chest, the smell of her perfume amongst the smoke, and the faint taste of her lipstick on his lips. Steve breathed in, doing his best to take it everything she offered into his lungs, as rich and intoxicating as the warmth it was attached to.

her lips brushed his for just a moment longer as she spoke softly, "See, just like that."

"Hold on, I don't think I have it yet," His voice just as soft while his hand found her jaw immediately, keeping her from getting too far, "Show me again."

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