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asterias-record-shop · 19 days

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cherry cola and popcorn (s.h.)

Steve Harrington was never one to repeat dates with you, someone he wanted to be his high school sweetheart for the rest of his life. But, when he realized how much you loved drive-in movie dates, he had to put that in the rotation of your dates. Tonight, though, was couples night at the drive in, and something just had Steve turned on. – 2.1K words

Steve wanted to get you flowers. Your favorite flowers, specifically.

He didn’t really get anyone flowers until he got with you, and he saw how much you loved getting them, so stopping by your house to pick you up for the movie before walking in to watch you lovingly cut the flowers to put into a vase.

After picking his favorite bouquet that reminded him of you, he walked back to his car and drove to your house to pick you up – aware of the fact that what he probably just thought up would most likely happen.

So when he knocked on your door and you opened it up, a black dress with a cherry pattern dotted all over the fabric and your neckline dropping low to show off slight bits of your pretty tits.

“Hey baby!” You giggled when you saw him, quickly taking the flowers. “Oh, they’re so pretty! Thank you, Stevie,” you leaned forward to kiss his lips as he walked inside, his hand settling in the small of your back as he followed you in. “What movie are we watching tonight?”

Steve hummed softly, kissing your temple. “Mmm, not sure. It’s Couples Night, so I’m assuming a romance.”

His words made you groan, sighing softly. “I hope it’s not one of those cringy ones.”

He smiled as he watched you take the flowers out of plastic, starting to take off the leaves and trim the stem. He knew you would do that, that’s how you always took care of your flowers.

“Would you rather that or erotica?” He laughed as you groaned, sighing.

“Honestly? Erotica,” you giggled as you cut the stems diagonally. “Better than some damn cringy ass romance.”

“You don’t like romance, baby?” Steve came behind you, holding your hips with a smile, tucking his face into the crook of your neck with a smile. “You don’t think I romance you?”

“I like the way you romance me,” you leaned back into him, smiling widely as you tilted your head to the side so he kissed against your skin. “Not the cringy romances on TV.”

He hummed softly as he let his hands trail down the smooth fabric of the dress, tilting his head slightly. “I love this dress. Is it new?”

You smiled, nodding. Steve always noticed the little things. “Mhm. Just got it.”

His hands started to go lower on your sides, his lips kissing firmly against your neck. The feeling made your head spin as you inhaled deeply, slowly putting the flower food at the bottom of the vase before filling it up with water.

“Think it might be my new favorite,” he whispers, biting his lip. “Definitely my new favorite, to be honest… looks so good on you.”

You hummed softly, nodding as you put the flowers into the vase. They fit perfectly. “Reminds me of cherry cola.”

He smiled. You loved cherry cola. “Then why don’t we go get your favorite from the drive in?”

You hummed, nodding. “Definitely. I got some allowance, too.”

Steve shook his head, kissing under your ear. “Uh uh… I invited you out, I’m paying.”

He was always like that, always a gentleman when he started taking you out on dates – and you at some points hated it. He really wanted to do as much as he could for you, and you hated it as much as you loved it, just because you really wanted to give back to him.

Still, he wanted to make sure that you knew that you could repay him in other ways, like wearing this pretty dress.

“Come on,” he whispered, smiling. “Let’s go. I don’t want us to be late.”

You hummed, nodding as you grabbed your purse and both of you walked out. He opened the door for you like a gentleman, helping you inside before going around and quickly getting in. Starting the car, he pulls you to the center seat making you giggle, wrapping one arm around your form and softly kissing your head before he drives off.

You let your hand settle on his thigh, tracing patterns against the denim before going up and down steadily. Steve knew how to hide the fact you were turning him on, for fucks sake, he had been hiding you ever since he met you.

So, as you drove towards the drive-in movie theater, the only thing on his mind was getting you that cherry cola. And, of course, some popcorn for himself.

Most of the time in this relationship, he wasn’t the one to think about himself, your pleasure and your happiness over his own. That was just the type of person that was in this relationship, his relationship with you.

So when you both finally got to the drive-in movie theater he painstakingly had to draw his attention from your fingers and to the teenage boy at the ticket stand. Steve had seen the guy around the school, and he looked even more tired here than he did at school.

Steve tipped him after buying the tickets, weaving through cars to get as close as possible to the screen as you started taking off your seatbelt. He turned off the car as you tugged at his jean jacket.

“Come with me to the snack shack?” Your voice was slightly whiny as you looked up at him with wide eyes, teasing him.

How could he say no to that?

So, he followed you to the snack shack, his hand continuously on the small of your back as you both went through the line where he watched you order a large and medium bucket of popcorn, with two cherry colas and a box of your favorite candy before you got to the cashier.

The girl told you the price and you held your hand out to Steve, your boyfriend already putting his wallet in your hand as he gathered everything that you had purchased, positioning his arms expertly as you paid. You kept his wallet with you as you both walked back to the car, commercials playing as you got in and he passed you the drinks so he wouldn’t spill before going around.

He passed you the popcorn as you stuck a straw into your bottled cherry cola, sipping on it as Steve pulled you closer, softly kissing your head as you popped a piece of popcorn into your mouth.

“Want some?”

Steve shook his head as you pouted slightly, looking back at the screen as you fixed your dress. His hand slowly pulled away from your shoulders, fixing his position to the side as he let his head duck down to kiss into your neck.

His kisses were hot and wet, open mouth against your neck as you inhaled shakily, tilting your head to the side as you set the bottle and box of popcorn in his cupholders. “Stevie-”

He hummed, shaking his head into your neck as his large hand started to bunch up your dress. “Fuck, baby… I told you this is my favorite dress… it’s doing something to me, I swear,” he whispered against your neck, his tongue trailing the expanse of your collarbone. “Can I baby? Please?”

You couldn’t focus on his words, tilting your head back as his hands slowly explored your body, one gently pushing apart your thighs to let his fingers trail up and down your slit while the other cupped your braless tits.

“Please baby? I want you so bad, I promise I’ll be gentle…”

Steve was never gentle, not unless you needed him to be. And right now, with the way he was sucking and digging his teeth into your skin, you didn’t need him to be gentle.

“You don’t have to,” you whisper as he smiles into your neck, finally pulling away from your neck with slightly puffy lips. “J-Just… don’t make it so obvious.”

“Come here baby,” he whispered as he shifted you to the driver's seat, pressing the small switch on the side of the seat to lean his seat back. You yelped, not expecting it as he slowly ducked under your dress, groaning as he trailed his nose into your inner thigh. “Fuck, you never wear panties under dresses like this… it drives me fucking insane.”

You gasped as he nudged his nose against your clit, a breathy exhale against your fluttering cunt making your thighs twitch.

“Spread your legs for me baby…” he puts one of your feet on the resting spot meant for a driver’s foot and the other on the slight lift of the floor for the middle seat. “Mmmm, your cunt looks so fucking pretty…”

You could only imagine how you looked, absolutely soaked and your lips puffy as he let his tongue trail circles around your clit. His fingers slowly massaged against your entrance, his blunt digits making you squirm slightly as you whined and started to roll your hips.

“St-Stevie-”

“I know, babe,” he murmured, nodding into your slit as he let his tongue flick against your entrance to taste your perfect essence. “Fuck, you taste so good… so fucking good.”

You pushed your hands under your dress, bunching it up at your waist and lifting it to see Steve licking languidly up and down your slit. A shiver ran down your spine as you watched him, his eyes never leaving yours as he sucked against your clit, a whine leaving your mouth as he slowly pushed his fingers into you. He always stretched you out with his fingers before he pushed his tongue into you and used it to make you cum countless times.

“Steve,” you groaned as you tilted your head back, your thighs shaking as you held the back of his head, pulling him closer. “Fuck, Stevie-”

“I know,” he whispered against your clit, languidly pumping his fingers in and out of you. Your walls clamped down on his digits as he flexed them inside of you, slowly pushing all of those special buttons that drove you insane. “I know, baby, I got you. I know what makes you feel good.”

Oh, you knew that he knew what made you feel good.

He let his teeth trail your clit just how you liked it, and he let you guide his face with slight tugs on your hair as you bucked your hips. He let you fuck yourself on his fingers, only languidly pumping until he heard your moans get louder, pushing his fingers deeper and rougher to hit that special spot inside of you that he knew would make you come undone.

His fingers inside of you felt so good, he knew what he was doing, he always did. You knew as soon as you came on his digits, he would use his tongue to fuck into you until his jaw ached.

So that was what was on your mind as you whined loudly, bucking your hips into his fingers as his lips continued their assault on your clit, sucking and nibbling against the sensitive bundle of nerves that began to puff up at his constant stimulation.

“Come on baby,” he whispered against your clit, groaning softly as he pushed his fingers in down to his knuckles. “Cum.”

You wailed as your hand pressed against the window, trying to steady yourself as your other hand kept his face in your cunt, bucking your hips into his mouth as you groaned loudly. He laughed against your cunt, groaning as you continued to use his fingers, your walls clamping down onto his digits making him shift his mouth down to your entrance.

He twisted his hands so that his wrist was up, curling his fingers inside of you and opening his mouth as though you were giong to cum like a faucet.

You basically did, hips bucking on their own as your hand pressed into the window, your other fingers tugging his hair back as he stayed close to your cunt, wet squelching filling the car as you wailed. He was always so good at this, so so good…

When you finally came down from your high, hips rolling lazily with soft whines as he pulled his fingers out of you and looked up.

“You don’t think we’re done, do you baby? The movies still got time left, and I’m not leaving this damn drive in until I fuck you.”

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devondespresso · 9 months

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FINALLY

after NINE. HOURS. (NOT including meals and sleep) ITS FUCKING DONE.

A complete floorplan of the entire Harrington house. Including too much thought about random, throw-away lines from characters and squint-to-see-it background glimpses inside.

plently of stuff in the actual house is altered or straight up ignored in favor of following the fiction logic and because I Wanted To. A lot of this is motivated by my headcanons for the Harringtons and how I'm writing them in my fic, but I'm also certainly not an architect so it's by no means perfect. It is, however, unreasonably canon compliant in the few bits we do see.

Thought Process (for context):

the darker shaded floor areas are lower than the rest, some bits like the garages having stairs and some areas like the sun and dining rooms list being like a step lower. Windows are marked with dashes along the outside, sliding doors are two thin lines slightly overlapping, stairs change color as they diverge from the level we're looking at, and furniture is eyeballed so don't look to closely a the scale.

not all closets are labeled, just the ones i figured could be confusing. Steve and the guest rooms have closets i promise.

the laundry room and pantry are not the same size but by the time i noticed i was exhausted. so pretend they're both more reasonably sized.

i don't know what the floorplan symbol for garage door is and then i forgot to look so the headlights point to where the doors are and you can see them clearly in photos so yeah.

The general layout is based on the idea that the Harringtons are or were into hosting dinner parties and business meetings in their home, especially as a young rich couple looking for respect in their circles (Mr. Harrington taking on his father's business and reinforcing that power, Mrs. Harrington climbing her own social ladder and building an image).

So the house is laid out with hosting areas towards the right with the office big and near the dining room because it's more than just a workplace, it represents him as a businessman. In canon the entryway and living room both have very high ceilings and no second-floor above them, so I'd imagine they're also aware of how the top floor looks from below, hence the fancy double/french doors to the master bedroom which is in plain view from below. Steve's room and the guest room are's nearly as visible.

As for the kitchen and sun/pool rooms, I see them more as secondary hosting areas that aren't used as the main location most of the time and are more this background setting to these events that still feel rich. The kitchen is massive and mostly for dinner-parties and Mrs. Harrington's social events.

The kitchen and main bathroom's placement is based on a line Steve said to Barb giving her directions to the bathroom: "down past the kitchen, to the left". With the massive living room on the left and wanting to keep the dining and office close by, i interpreted the "to the left" part being like "find the kitchen, then turn left". And with the rest of the area being open-concept, the bathroom would be the only normal door over there and easy to find. it's a bit of a stretch with just that line, but it makes sense to me with the rest of the context for the layout.

the basement is similar to this, though not as openly displayed so I imagine its for slightly closer friends. Theres a garage door down there so I figured Mr. Harrington might have a cool car he shows off, like he's letting people in on a personal detail about himself. There's also a guest room down there (the only one still considered 100% for guests, more on that later) for those people.

beside the basement garage, there was originally one main garage that holds two cars, obvious Mr. and Mrs. Harrington's cars. I imagine they bought the house before having kids, so a third one wasn't on the mind but after having Steve they added the front one (either turning the carport into a closed garage or they never had a carport and added a whole new addition, up to you)

Both garages lead to the same part of the house, and that area is the only one besides the water heater room that is purely function over effect. It still looks good like the rest of the house but it's not made to be fancy because guests would rarely need to be over there if at all and it's not noteworthy from other parts of the house.

In my headcanon, Steve's room used to be a guest room, staying his room from nursery to present with Mrs. Harrington renovating every now and then. Its one of those places in the house that doesn't have to look perfect for all to see, so she gets creative and has fun with it.

The upstairs guest room is also unofficially Mrs. Harrington's room, based on a line where Tommy mentions a fireplace in "his mom's room" instead of "guest room" or "parent's room" or "master bedroom". I belatedly realized this could be a solidarity thing with Steve hating his dad and calling the master bedroom his mom's room, but that was after 9 hours of this and im not changing it but there you go. In this version, I imagine she leaves the master some nights because her marriage with Mr. Harrington is failing (cheating and all, I wouldn't want to be in the same bed with someone who cheated either)

the master bathroom was an executive decision, just looking at the house in canon and not having enough space in my first attempts, i decided the triangle roof part above the dining and office could fit a master bathroom.

Feel free to use or reference this in your own fics! Feel free to block out my furniture or walls and make your own version. If you share my image please credit with an @ mention!! (again, 9 hours) (thank you fhalsfhd)

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hellfiremunsonn · 1 year

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A Helping Hand. Bestfriend! Steve Harrington x Reader

A Helping Hand.

I DO NOT ALLOW MY WRITING TO BE REPUBLISHED ANYWHERE OTHER THAN MY OWN BLOG WITHOUT MY CONSENT

Summary: Restless and horny, trying to sleep when, Steve offers to help his best friend out. Cause what are best friends for right?

18 + IF YOU ARE NOT 18 OR OLDER DO NOT READ OR INTERACT WITH MY WRITING. IT IS NOT INTENDED FOR MINORS. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THE MEDIA YOU CONSUME.

Warnings: fem!reader, f orgasm, m orgasm, best friend!Steve, swearing, kind of dry humping, Steve cums in his pants, fingering (f receiving) IF THERES ANYTHING ELSE I MISSED LET ME KNOW

Wordcount: 1841

It's been almost 45 minutes since you both got into bed and Steve can hear every time you sigh and feel every time you shift. You silently hope he's asleep because you really want to roll onto your other side but if he's even the slightest bit awake he'll make that sad little noise he does when you move away from him. The movie you were watching ended ten minutes ago, and you watched through the entire credits as they rolled up the screen until the VCR turned itself and the TV off.

You didn't get like this often, squirmy and unsettled, especially in the presence of Steve because he usually helped calm all of those things. So sleeping in his bed, on a Friday night after watching movies and hanging out, wasn't something you were new to. Something you were new to however, was the ever prominent throbbing of your clit that just wouldn't go away. You weren't blind, Steve was hot, he'd been hot the minute he hit puberty, and you were crushing on him years before that, but of course it was just simpler to settle as friends.

You never had that conversation with him, never jokingly asked "what would it be like if we dated" because you both knew it would just be like now, except with a little more sexual intimacy. You couldn't bare to hear what Steve would say, hear him laugh about how he could never see you like that, because that would hurt far more worse than if he wasn't attracted to you.

You sigh again, shifting slightly from where you lay, with your back pressed against his chest, almost uncomfortably warm, despite the cold weather outside. Steve instinctively pulls you closer to him in his tired state, but with his hand splayed across your stomach you can't help the small whimper that escapes you when your ass touches his hips behind you. You squint your eyes, hold your breath and go stiff in his arms, still hoping he was asleep enough to not catch the sound that just came out of you.

But of course, he did.

"You okay?" he mumbled softly, his warm breath fanning across the back of your neck.

"Y-yeah, sorry just thought you were asleep, you startled me a little" you lied, attempting to settle back into his pillows. Steves hand was searing hot where it was on your stomach, his fingers dipping slightly lower, the tips of his fingers trailing across the bare skin exposed from your shirt riding up.

"Steve" you breathed, trying to keep your composure.

He hummed, nuzzling his nose against the back of your neck.

"Steve, you- I- can't, I need you to-" you're stuttering over your words and Steve finds it all too amusing, smiling even though you can't see because he knows exactly what it is that you need. Steves not an idiot. Sure his heads been knocked loose one too many times, but he isn't blind when a female is this close to him and horny. So testing his luck he drops his hand a little lower, not much, but enough for your breath to hitch in your throat, and the rough pads of his fingers to coast across the elastic of your underwear that peak over the waistband of your sleep shorts.

"All you have to do is ask" he says nonchalantly, voice still raspy from almost falling asleep.

"What?" you ask, turning your head slightly, trying to get a glimpse of him behind you. "What are you t-talking about?"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about sweet thing" he laughs through his nose, nudging it once more against you. "You need something yeah?"

His hand slides lower.

No. This can't be happening can it? Your best friend is not about to slide his hand between your legs right now... Right?

"Say the word and I'll stop right now" he says while lowering his hand again, fingers dipping past the waistband of both your shorts and panties, trailing them lightly through the soft pubic hair at the top of your mound, until they slid between your slick folds, the palm of his hand just bumping past your clit.

You both moaned in unison. Steves hips instinctively pushed themselves against you harder, and you didn't hesitate to push back.

"Fucking christ, you're soaked" Steve mutters, slowly sliding his fingers up and down. "You been like this all night?"

"A little" you whisper, rolling your hips slowly against his fingers. "It got bad when we got into bed"

Steve lets out a little hum as he rocks his hips lightly into you, which only spurs you on. You're in bed with your best friend, riding his fingers like this is some casual thing you both do all the time.

"Is t-this weird?" You ask, tucking your bottom lip between your teeth, when his fingers began rubbing slow circles.

"D'you want me to stop?" he says and halts his movements.

"No... Do you want to stop?" you ask suddenly panicked you made him uncomfortable.

He continues his circles "I wanna do a lot of things, but stopping isn't one of them"

You whimper and shove your face into his pillows. This isn't happening, this is a dream, and Steve Harrington can't be THIS good with his fingers right? But he's rubbing those perfect circles, and it somehow feels better than any time you've touched yourself. Bringing your orgasm to the surface almost suspiciously quickly.

"Steve" you say breathlessly, reaching down to grab his wrist, stopping him.

"Yeah? You okay?" he says leaning his chin on your shoulder to catch a glimpse at your face.

"Yeah" you laugh in disbelief "Really okay actually, but I uh, don't wanna cum yet" You swallow thickly, turning your head back just enough to look back at him. "I w-wanna help you too, but I'm not left handed"

In an instant Steves hand slips from between your legs, grabs you tightly by the waist and rolls you both over onto your other side, both of you now able to use your dominant hand.

"Better?" he asks, blowing a piece of hair away from his face.

"Yeah" you squeak, attempting to settle back into his pillows, now warm from where his head just was. You reach behind you slowly, trailing your hand across the expanse of his thigh before your fingertip made contact with his erection. He flinched slightly at the sudden touch, but eased into it, slowly sliding his hand back down across your stomach.

"Wanna take these off?" he asked quietly, finger sliding across the waistband of your shorts and panties.

"Kind of, but-" you admit trailed off, slowly beginning to palm him over his sweatpants, and from what you could tell, he definitely wasn't wearing boxers.

"But what?" his voice a whisper yet you could still hear the small groan that escaped when you squeezed him gently.

"S'not fair if I'm naked and you're not" you say with a hum, melting back into his hand when his fingers slipped into your panties once more.

"You'd still have a shirt on" he argued, and you could hear that stupid smirk spread across his face. "And" he teased, biting down on your shoulder quickly. "I'm already shirtless, so it's only fair" he emphasized. "If you take something off too"

You rolled your eyes, trying to think of something witty to say back but then he slipped a finger into you and every part of you melted. Your head dropped back forward into his pillows, mouth agape and brows scrunched together. You were sure you had started drooling but the way his finger slowly moved in and out of you, the way he curled it just enough, you didn't really care.

Hand halted over his hardened cock, unable to keep a rhythm when he was touching you like this. "I can't focus" you whine, trying to palm him once more.

"So don't baby" he breathed "Don't worry about me"

Your head dizzy with the way baby rolled off his tongue, so easily, so sweetly, it made your heart swell and tears prick in your eyes because goddamnit you were in love with your best friend and seconds away from cumming on his fingers.

So selfishly you moved your hand from him, bringing it to the hand between your legs, pressing it tightly against you while your hips rocked on their own accord.

"F-fuck Steve" you whimpered, turning your head into your shoulder.

"Yeah?" he laughed. He couldn't believe he had his best friend riding his fingers like this, in his bed, like all those wet dreams he'd woken up from before in this very spot.

Your hips moved faster, rolling to meet each thrust of his finger, the palm of his hand bumping into your clit perfectly that it had your orgasm build up so quickly, you almost didn't know when it started.

"I'm- I'm- Oh god Steve, you're gunna make me, uhh-ah!" you cried out, body convulsing against him, his arm keeping you tightly in place while still managing to fuck his fingers into you while you rode your orgasm out.

"That's it baby" he praised through gritted teeth, your hips rolling harshly, making your ass bounce against his cock. "That's my girl" He panted, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks, knowing you were cumming like this, he wasn't going to last much longer.

Your orgasm seemed to last forever, it just kept rolling and rolling, until you felt like you could barely breathe, but had no intention of asking Steve to stop. Only slightly coming to your senses when your orgasm slowed and you felt Steves hips moving in time with yours.

"Can you cum like this?" you forced out.

"M'bout to, fuck, you're so sexy fucking yourself on my fingers, I- Fuck!" he shoved his face into your shoulder as his hips picked up their pace, and after only a few harsh thrusts he was cumming. "I fucking love you" he growled into your skin, biting down on the small part of it exposed from where your t shirt had slipped down on your shoulder.

The two of you stayed like that for a few short minutes, catching your breath while your heart still thumped in your chest.

"Steve?" you whispered.

"I know what I said" a kiss to your shoulder. "I meant it, we don't need to talk about it right now"

"Was just gunna ask if you wanted to clean up in the shower... With me?" you turn onto your side, pouting slightly when Steves finger slipped from you, but he didn't let you go far, his hand coming up to hold your waist. You smiled, all to fondly, and Steves heart got caught in his throat when he saw you looking at him like that.

"Can I kiss you first?" he said quietly, afraid that you might say no, that what the two of you just did, wasn't what he wanted it to be.

You nodded, biting down on your bottom lip a sly smile creeping up onto your face as you pushed his hair back with one hand. "Only if I can kiss you back"

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morwap · 1 year

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𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 🕯️— SMUT! send this with a smutty concept/scenario + an au! and i’ll write a blurb for it!

Pregnant reader being the most horny person Steve Harrington has ever met riding him and moaning like a porno while steve just watches in awe as you cum over and over even just cock warming him makes you go crazy

au where they beat vecna and everything went normal

steve had never met someone like you, someone that was so horny for him and him only and about to start a family. you were a few month’s pregnant and you just couldn’t get enough of him.

every time he got home from work just an hour after you, you were practically on him and he loved it. he always thought he would have a life with Nancy but when he found you, someone that wanted the same things as him it was totally different, it wasn’t something he could just dream of happening it was something that was happening and now he just understood how his and nancy’s priorities and dreams didn’t match up.

now here he was with you on top of him wondering how lucky he was to have you. your hands gripped at his chest as you rode him, he had barely gotten in the door when you called his name from the bedroom.

“i just can’t get enough of you” you moaned, there was just something about Steve fucking Harrington that got you going every single time.

steve was so mesmerized by you, he was so used to him being the one that got stared at with doe eyes while being intimate, being the one that wanted the other maybe a bit too much and fawning over them with no care but now he was the one staring at you and you were expressing how much you wanted him.

even if he gave you so little you’d still take it as if it was all he had to give.

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themistymountainscold · 2 years

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max: i need advice

billy: with what?

max: with love.

billy: how the fuck am i gonna be any help with that?

max: well how did you know you were in love with steve?

billy:

billy: i’m in love with steve?

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all-alone-he-turns-to-stone · 6 months

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Crush

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Summary: You thought it was a good idea to go to that Halloween party. After all, everyone was going. But when you start getting harassed and made fun of, you realize you don’t belong there. Until someone unexpected decides to step up for you, even if it means getting injured in the process. Pairing: Steve Harrington x F!Reader Warning: Fluff, bullying, slight violence Word Count: 2536 Square filled: Accept Injury to Protect Someone for @hurtcomfort-bingo A/n: Okay so I was supposed to finish this and post it on Halloween, but like @deans-spinster-witch said, Halloween is not just a holiday, so here you go!! Don't forget to leave a feedback!! (Sorry for any mistake!)

At first it seemed like a good idea.

It wasn't your kind of night, obviously, and usually you would have declined and ignored the invitation, stayed home and watched a good horror movie with your cat. But this year, you promised yourself. Everybody kept saying it, without effort, you would never get anything. You had to do something to get what you wanted.

So this year, it’ll be different.

And then, you received an invitation. It was strange, how it got to you. Almost everyone had received them at school, but you usually never received one. It was either Steve or his friends that had them and decided who to invite, leaving behind the nerds and people they didn’t particularly like. It was the party that could not be missed, so every invitation mattered like a winning lottery ticket.

So how surprised were you when you found one in your favorite book at the school library. Now, you thought about it. Maybe someone forgot it in the book, or used it as a marker. But first of all, those invitations were worth a lot, so no one would ever risk leaving it behind or use it as a marker. And second, you picked up this book every day during lunch to read, and placed it in a particular spot on the shelf you only knew about. If someone else found it, it had to be a miracle or some sort.

And there was also kind of your name on the invitation, so…

It had to be for you, right?

Since it was in none other than Steve Harrington's big, dreamy house, the annual Halloween party was always highly anticipated. And since it was your first time being invited, how could you say no, especially now that you wanted your year to be different?

Your costume was very simple, and although it was out of your comfort zone, you wanted to wear it. The skirt reached almost to your knees, so not too short. The collar wasn't low-cut, although the sleeves fell down your arms, baring your shoulders more than you would have liked, but it wasn't anything too significant. The maid outfit was cute, with the little apron and the bows here and there, you felt pretty. Beautiful.

Taking a deep breath, you made sure your hair still had those beautiful curls you took an hour to style before entering the house. The music was echoing outside, you started to hear it a street away and now that you were near the door, the booms of the song seemed to be ringing within your body and not from the house.

So, okay, you never went to that kind of party, but you knew the ethics to have. Don't knock, never arrive on time, even less early, and above all, have fun.

“You can do it, Y/n,” you cheered yourself up. A barely trembling hand rested on the cold doorknob. Then, you twist it to open the door. The music wafted from inside, along with the heat and a strong smell of alcohol, popcorn, and sweat hitting you in the face.

Not letting that slow you down, you took a step forward and entered the house.

The music wasn't that bad. There were drinks other than alcohol offered. Popcorn wasn't the only snack on the table. Most of the smokers were outside. Yeah, you were cheering yourself up about the party and finding excuses to stay.

Oh, and Steve was there. Obviously, since it was his house. But even if the party wasn’t at his place, he probably would have been there anyway. Steve wasn't someone who missed these kinds of parties.

But, just thinking that maybe, surely, you would meet him caused your heart to beat frantically. Suddenly, you felt hot, and it wasn't the juice you'd been sipping for the past few hours that was going to help. The need for air won out, so you headed towards the back to get out of the house.

It wasn't that there was anything between you and Steve. It was probably all in your head, anyway. But since the signs were raining down around you, how could you not imagine that there was something?

There was how you kept falling on him, or rushing into him, how he had the reflex to reach out to catch you, and as he did so, his perfect scent enveloped you. How he always sat in front of you in class and almost every time, turned to ask you something. One day, it was a pencil. Then, what day it was. Or to make a pretty bad joke that you laughed at anyway. How he would wink at you then, run a hand through his perfect hair to straighten it, and turn around to listen to the class. When he had to pass the papers back, he always took the trouble to get up and distribute them to everyone. And for you, he always said “Here you go, my sweet Y/n.”

It was probably stupid and selfish, but you had a big crush on him since forever and liked to imagine he did all of that because he liked you too.

Your head in the clouds full of Steve, you weren't looking where you were heading. Now outside, you were looking up at the starry sky while walking, completely lost in your thoughts when you hit something solid.

Of course, it woke you up completely like you just received a cold shower. Unfortunately, too late to realize that you were still holding your drink, the cup full of juice becoming the first impact with the obstacle, which poured all the liquid out and splashed it on...

“Oh come on, fuck! Can’t watch where you’re going, freak?!”

Tommy Hagan himself. Steve's best friend and the guy you avoided as much as possible in school, even going so far as to change hallways when you saw him in the distance with Carol. And as if by magic, disguised as a cat - “disguised” being a very big word, her body was barely covered in fabric, if you didn't count the ears on her head-, she appeared behind him.

“I’m so so so sorry,” you hastened to say, hoping deep down that maybe, somewhere in them, there was an ounce of kindness. Turning your head from left to right, you looked around for a cloth, anything to clean the dark stain spreading across Tommy's white shirt. But of course there was nothing.

“Can’t look where you’re going?” Carol jumped in, her voice loud for everyone to hear. Feeling dozens of pairs of eyes on you, your whole body felt like getting on fire. You hated this kind of attention.

“Hey, I said sorry, okay?” Not knowing what to do to make things right and feeling the nervousness building to a critical level within you, you started backing away.

“You should be sorry for being there. Why are you even here? Who the fuck invited the teacher’s pet?” Carol added, a hand placed on her hip. Behind her, you could hear some people agreeing with her words.

Your heart sank.

Obviously, because you were the best in your class, people saw you as the teacher's pet. However, Steve too, was one of the best in several classes. And no one made that kind of comment to him.

“No one wants you here, loser!” Someone shouted somewhere. Each word felt like a stab in the back. Arching more and more forward, you wanted to hide. Hide in yourself. Disappear.

“You ruin everything you touch, clearly.” Now right in front of you, Carol was looking down on you. By wanting to disappear, you made yourself very small, so much she seemed giant in front of you. “And what are you supposed to be, a maid? Go clean this, then.”

Everything happened quickly.

The cup Carol was holding, this one containing not juice but something worse, beer, flew in your direction. All its contents left the plastic and ended up on you. On your costume. The smell rose to your nose with nausea and tears burning your eyes. But that wasn't the worst. No, the worst part was the laughter that accompanied her gesture. Tommy walked right into your personal space, so close that you could smell the perfume he put on in a far too much quantity.

“You’re insufferable.”

A blink of the eyes. Tears ran down your cheeks. A second blink, and you were about to turn around and run away when heat pressed against your back, trapping you between Tommy and the exit.

“What the fuck is going on?”

You recognized the voice immediately. Shame overwhelmed you once again, and you opened your mouth to apologize, to say that you were planning to leave immediately, but when you turned your head to look behind you, it was to see that Steve's attention was completely on Tommy.

“What do you mean?” Tommy stepped back, both arms outstretched. “I’m just telling the truth. No one wants her here. I don’t even think half the people here know who she is.”

More stabs in the back. He was right. Of course. You didn’t have your place here. Suddenly, you missed your cat at home.

“Are you okay, Y/n?”

Not expecting the voice to get so soft and to be directed to you, you didn’t answer immediately. Instead, you kept your head down and looked at the ground. When the heat left your back and the black shoes entered your sight, you finally lifted your head, more tears falling down your cheeks as you met Steve’s eyes.

God. He was so close. So handsome. And he just asked you if you were okay. You were frozen for a moment, not able to move a single muscle. Completely in the trance of his gaze. The thumps of your heart were so loud, ringing in your ears and pushing against your rib cage.

“Alright, everyone! Mr. Loverman here has a little crush for the nerd!” Tommy shouted for everyone to hear, but most of the people were back to minding their own business. Steve had that power, after all. It was his house, his party. His rules.

“I’m gonna ask you to leave,” he said, barely acknowledging what Tommy just said.

“Oh wow, I didn’t know you wanted her that bad, huh?” Tommy added, getting dangerously too close to Steve.

“Guys, please, it’s fine, I’ll just leave,” you muttered, not liking where this was going.

“No. Y/n, you are welcome here. Tommy, Carol, not so much.” Sticking out a finger, Steve pressed it against his friend’s torso. Well, you guessed there weren’t really friends anymore? The way they looked at each other, clearly, something was off. “Leave.”

“And what if we don’t?” Tommy stepped forward, not impressed at all by Steve.

“Alright then,” Steve shrugged and turned around to leave. You met his gaze for half a second, but it was half a second too long. The moment Steve saw you were still crying, something changed. His whole facial expression switched like he was finally removing his mask. And then, he was spinning around, his fist clenched tight, and punched Tommy right in the chin.

You really weren’t expecting a fight tonight. Especially not a fight because of you. You already hated being in the middle of the attention, even more being the cause of a fight at a party. Already, people were circling as Steve and Tommy were fighting while all you could do was stand back and watch, both hands on your mouth as more tears ran down your cheeks.

Some tried to pull them apart while most of the spectators were cheering. While the fight didn’t last very long, it felt like forever until finally, two people were able to drag Tommy away from a very bruised Steve laying on the ground. Once Tommy was properly kicked out of Steve’s property, followed by Carol, the crowd dissipated and you immediately rushed to Steve.

Sitting up, he had a bloody nose and one of his eyes was already starting to swollen. You kneeled next to him as he was wiping his nose and spitting blood on the other side.

“Oh my god, are you okay?” You checked his face, his injuries, and cursed yourself for not having anything to press against his face, like ice, or just a cold cloth. “I’m so sorry,” you immediately apologized. Somewhere behind you, a hand gave you what you wanted, a wet cloth that you took and softly pressed against his split lip and nose. Steve winced.

“Don’t be sorry,” he muttered and sighed. “Tommy went too far.”

“B-But,” you stammered, panic still strong in your body. Your whole body was shaking, you didn’t know if it was because of how cold you were since you were soaked in beer, or because of all the anxiety.

Like he was feeling your worry, Steve's hand landed softly on your wrist. Immediately, your shaking stopped as the warmth spread all around you.

“I was happy to see you decided to come,” he finally admitted. Your eyes were big as you didn’t think something like that would come out of Steve’s mouth.

“But it got you injured…” You couldn’t help a sob to break your voice and felt even guiltier when you noticed Steve's reaction. His eyes filled with a sadness you never wanted to see in his beautiful eyes.

“If it meant protecting you, then I would do it again.”

That had to be a dream. Why was an injured, beaten up Steve, so sweet to you? It was almost like he…

No. He couldn’t… Have a crush on you, right?

Your heart was still beating frantically, but this time, it wasn’t a bad thing. The organ in your chest was hoping, expecting, praying for this moment to be true.

“The invitation to this party,” you started, unsure if saying what you wanted to say would ruin the moment. Yes, you were still outside. Yes, there were people around, even though most of them were completely unaware of what was happening or interested. But you didn’t mind them. Not when your world seemed to turn inside out, your whole insides feeling like a merry go round never stopping. “It appeared in my favorite book in the library. Isn’t that weird, it was like someone knew I read it everyday during lunch.”

A smile so beautiful stretched his lips. Even if it was split, Steve didn’t seem to mind the pain in doing so. “Yeah. How weird? How could someone know you loved The Hobbit so much?”

This time, the smile reached your face.

“How did you know it was The Hobbit?”

A wink from his non injured eye. “Let’s go talk inside, you’re freezing.”

Even if he was the one injured, Steve helped you get up and led you inside. No one made another comment against you or him, people even got out of the way to let you two walk in. Even if he lost the fight against Tommy, Steve was still the king.

And you had a crush on him. He had a crush on you. How cool was that?

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witchwyfe · 2 years

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everywhere | sh

| pairing: steve harrington x female reader

| précis: it's too hot to do much of anything, fluff, suggestive ish comments, almost skinny dipping but not really

| word count: 541

Hawkins hadn't had a heat wave like this in a long time. The constant whirring of the air conditioning had slowed to a stop and was showing no sign of coming back on.

You suggested that your boyfriend and you make your way to your house, until a call from your mother confirmed that the air conditioning there, couldn't handle the heat either.

Steve is laying shirtless on his bed, basketball shorts hanging low on his hips. Sweat drips down his temples and you roll out of his grip, groaning.

"Hmm, come back," He murmurs, reaching out for your form.

"Hold on." You peel your--Steve's-- t-shirt off and toss it onto the floor, leaving you in just your bra and Steve's boxers.

He sighs contently when you nuzzle back into his arms. You relax for a second before groaning again.

"It's too hot Steve," you complain. He frowns, reaching up to tuck a sweat-soaked lock of hair behind your ear.

He would gladly suffer the heat that comes with laying close, just to have you in his arms, but he understands that it's probably even hotter for you--being completely wrapped up in him.

"I know baby," He stops to wipe his arm across his forehead.

"What do you wanna do?" He wonders softly, as if talking loudly will make the temperature worse.

You shrug, pressing your forehead against his shoulder. "Sorry for complaining and then not having any ideas."

"Don't apologize babydoll," He says, running his large palm down your back. "It's hot."

"We could go in the pool?" He suggests. Earlier before the AC busted, going outside seemed so daunting, the thick heat of the air not worth the cool relief the pool could bring.

"Okay," You nod, lifting your head from his shoulder. You open your mouth to speak and then stop, frowning instead. "I don't have a bathing suit here. I forgot to keep it here last time."

"We don't need suits." He says, a wicked grin on his lips.

"Steve, don't be gross." You try to glare, but a smile dances on your lips.

"I'm not, I'm just saying, my parents aren't here."

"Steve," You whine. "Shut up."

He smiles fondly, standing up before holding his hand out for you. You take it, ignoring the sweat lining your palm.

Steve grabs two towels from the linen closet, before leading you downstairs and outside--your hand in his the entire time.

He throws his towel onto the patio table before turning to you. You step out of the boxers you were wearing as shorts, shooting Steve a sheepish look before jumping into the pool.

He's right behind you, treading over to where you are as soon as he's in.

You wrap your arms around his neck, legs around his waist. "You gotta move to the shallow end or I won't be able to stand."

"You don't need to stand." He grins cheekily, tightening his hold on you.

"Then you have to hold me the whole time," You pout, as if he wouldn't like that.

"Get to, not have to." He corrects, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"Such a lover boy," You tease fondly, running your fingers through his wet hair.

"Mmm, that's right baby, just for you."

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ggwendolyn · 5 months

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bf!steve harrington moodboard

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huboi · 1 year

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a different mind

ft. eddie munson and steve harrington (separate)

summary — steve harrington and eddie munson with an autistic s/o

cw/tw — mentions of overstimulation, comfort food mention. lmk if there are any more :)

note(s) — decided to make this cause I feel like eddie and steve would be the best at understanding their autistic s/o, dunno why tho XD. pls note that I am autistic so this may not include certain things that others with autism deal with.

EDDIE MUNSON

when you decide to tell him about it, he’s rlly accepting and understanding, if you want him to he can also tell the rest of the hellfire club just in case

I feel like eddie is knowledgable on neurodivergent people, idk why, he just is. maybe it’s because he’s neurodivergent himself (c’mon, u can’t tell me he doesn’t have something-)

if you’re ever in a crowded area (wether it be in school or outside) and he notices you getting overstimulated he’ll gently manoeuvre you to a more secluded area

defo has a pair of earphones for you to wear whenever it’s too loud

if you don’t like a certain taste of food then he’ll make sure to take notice of that

if you’re more on the non verbal side then that’s totally fine too! I feel like he would have a certain way of communicating with you (like writing on a piece of paper or sum)

if you have certain comfort foods he will try his best to get a hold of them whenever he can, he won’t cook it cause he’s a bad cook

if you’re clingy then he’s defo into that, he himself is quite clingy so obviously he’s very happy about it

whenever you stim I feel like he’d join you, not in a mean way, but in like a fun way(?)

I also feel like if you’re stimning in hellfire, sometimes dustin will also join in (I mean he’s dustin so-) and whenever that happens eddie just gets so happy seeing his partner and child friend getting along

if you have something that you hyperfixate on, he loves to hear about it! like you can just ramble away and he’ll be looking at you with hearts in his eyes <3

STEVE HARRINGTON

when you tell him about it, you have to explain it in a bit more detail cause I feel like he’s not very knowledgeable on stuff like this (he tries his best tho<3)

mother mode activates whenever he notices you stressed or overwhelmed/overstimulated, he will quickly try his best to de escalate the situation

if you have certain comfort foods he will buy them/make them for you whenever possible <3

he’s super understanding, like if you don’t want to go to parties cause it’s too much and overstimulating, then he’ll just settle with a simple movie night :)

if you ever start stimming, he gets kinda nervous thinking it’s a bad thing at first, but when you explain that it can be a good thing sometimes he calms down a bit

if you’re clingy then he’s in love, like, you want to snuggle and kiss his face? he’ll melt into a puddle

he’s quite into pda himself so it works. if you ever wanna hug him to calm down he will never say no

he loves whenever you start rambling about your hyperfixations, he’ll just sit there and nod his head with a huge dorky grin on his face🥺

if you’re non verbal or you go non verbal then he’ll try his best to communicate with you, wether it be through charades or a piece of paper

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prettybabybaby · 1 year

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¡ 18+ only ! ¡ minors do not interact !

content: NONCON, stepcest, stepbro!steve, innocent!reader

¡ stranger things masterlist !

steve fucks you because he can't get laid. he rips the stuffed animals from your arms while kicking your legs open, frustration evident on his features. he lifts your oversized shirt up, pushing your panties to the side just enough to shove himself inside you. he grunts as you start to cry, trying to close your legs. he spreads them further, pressing down on your knees. you hiss and claw at your sheets, reaching for any of your stuffed animals, seeking comfort.

if he's feeling nice he'll fuck your throat instead, seated on your chest and holding the side of your head as he forces himself deeper into you before throwing you back, coming on your face as you wail and cry, hitting his thighs.

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tfyoulookingatgiuxs · 6 months

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Class Fight

Steve Harrington x Soft!Reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: You are a normal student at Hawkins High, but unlike others you were reserved and quiet. But lately you've been watching Steve Harrington, the most popular boy in school. You were ready to declare your love but someone had been blocking you for quite some time, and now you had enough...

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Angst, blurb, fighting, bad language, violence, blood, bullying, bad ending, fem!reader, use of Y/N, your surname is Williams, confession rejected, crying.

𝐀/𝐍: And here is the first one-shot about Steve. Unlike Billy, I prefer Steve, so if you want more things about him, let me know! Sorry for my english, this is not my native language. Please support and reblog! hope you enjoy! (DIVIDER NOT MINE)

It was a simple day in Hawkins. Especially at Hawkins High, the school you attended. You felt happy today, in fact, very happy. Today you had a plan in mind, something you thought you would never do, confess your love!

You had fallen in love with him over a year ago. Steve Harrington. The most handsome and popular boy in school, he is implied to be a womanizer, he has had superficial relationships in the past with many girls and after his last girlfriend dumped him, Steve is now always in the company of his friends. He is very rich and you recently discovered that he does not have a good relationship with his father. He doesn't put much effort into school, he just prefers to have fun and enjoy his adolescence. You had spoken to Steve several times, he seemed to be fascinated by your way of dressing and your sweet personality. He also praised you for your intelligence. You were studious and responsible and he seemed intrigued by this detail, an example being his last girlfriend, Nancy Wheeler.

But not today. You wanted to tell him everything you felt. You were tired of this friendship of yours and wanted your relationship to turn into something more.

You opened your locker to get your literature book and admired the photos of you and Steve hanging on the small steel door. And then you saw the letter you had written to him. You smiled. I have to do it at all costs. This is my big day.

You said to yourself and then heard the bell ring.

You got the supplies and also the letter for Steve. You arrived and sat in your usual seat. Your classmate Mandy was absent so you had a large amount of space to put your stuff down, and then you saw it. Steve had come in and as soon as he saw you he smiled at you and you smiled back, blushing slightly. He sat down in front of you and you couldn't help but admire him.

"Hi Steve" whispered a girl with curly blonde hair in a bob, a pink long-sleeved blouse and a light blue skirt that reached her knees, finally white ballet flats that softened her figure.

Kelly White.

A girl the same age as Steve. Graceful, intelligent, kind and ambitious. She seems to have no flaws, but in reality she was a simple bully who made fun of others and was above all a spoiled little girl. She has had many lovers in the past and short-lasting relationships, this is due to her person. As is well understood, no one would ever want to be with a spoiled bitch, where the world revolves around her. She was Steve's friend, even though they don't spend most of their time together. But Kelly was hitting on him, getting too close, batting her long eyelashes to make people think she was a fucking saint. You knew full well that Steve would never fall in love with her. Kelly was popular, but everyone knew her wickedness, but lately Steve seemed far too pleased with her feminine and very attractive figure.

As soon as Kelly caught your eye she smirked but you ignored her. You don't know if she knew about your crush on Steve, but even if she did, you didn't care. You didn't want to fall into her trap.

In the middle of the class while the teacher wasn't looking, Steve turned to ask you for a pencil and you gave it to him "Thanks Williams" He winked at you and you turned red. The sound of something falling though caught your attention "Oops" came from Kelly's lips and she stood up to pick up the dropped pencil. You got furious when the bitch showed her ass in full view to Steve and he smiled.

Bang!

The teacher's hand slammed on the desk and ordered the student to sit down. While happy that Kelly had been scolded, you were still enraged by the disgusting act she had made in front of your lover.

She wanted to keep Harrington around her finger tight. But it wouldn't be like that.

Class was finally over and Kelly slipped out of class quickly. Steve on the other hand did the same, no longer wanting to be in Mrs. Daphne's class.

"Williams" The teacher called you. “Can you kindly give these to Kelly?” You nodded taking the papers. You went looking for the high-heeled bitch and when you found her you felt extremely hot with jealousy. She had given a kiss on Steve's tender cheek and so before doing anything else you threw her papers in the bin, so that next time she would get her first bad grade of her fucking perfect life.

You went to take refuge in the schoolyard. You wanted to cry but you couldn't, you didn't even understand the reason for this sadness. You needed some advice, but your friends were absent today, so you had no one to vent to. After a long walk you came across the phone that was outside the school, and you took a chance, dialing the home number.

You had good parents. Seriously, they always cared about you, and maybe too much. To the questions "Mom, why do I feel sad? Should I give him away or do I feel so bad?" She replied "No, no, no. Don't choke darling" her sweet tone suggested you not to get caught up in insecurities and negative thoughts. You heard mumbling and your heart filled with joy, your father intervened "Take her by the throat" the phrase at that moment began to echo in your head. The two argued for a bit and you ended the call thinking about your father's words.

You would have waited for recess to make her pay...

That's how it went.

You would have done as your father told you. You would get revenge for what she put you through. She had chosen the wrong person to ruin the day of and your eyes darkened when in the courtyard she stole the letter that was for Steve, tearing it into pieces. You lost your temper.

Her face was messed up and your hands were bloody. Her entire perfect appearance had become hideous, full of bruises, blood and mud. The people around you continued to cheer you on, no one did anything to stop the fight, they were spectators after all...no one cares who gets hurt, as long as there is entertainment everyone is good at watching and enjoying the scene.

Your hands were around her neck, your knees pressed into her arms so as not to make her move. You heard someone yell, and you looked up to see Steve's figure approaching the crowd and an adult behind them.

The teacher broke you up after you broke her. And you saw Steve, your one true love call you a monster...

You didn't have time to react, you were both sent to the principal. Kelly was very injured while you, besides your messy hair, only had a few scratches and a bloody lip.

You were both expelled, but that didn't matter to you now, your parents wouldn't have minded. You should have gone to Steve.

After you were treated in the infirmary you thanked the woman and ran to find Harrington. You found him in front of his locker with Carol and Tommy.

"Steve!" You ran to him, not caring about the looks of the two lovers behind you. He made a face that wasn't what you expected, he looked bored. Surely the earlier fight must have upset him.

"Hey..."

"Look, I'm sorry about what happened today. But I just wanted to talk to you" He shook his head "Okay" Tommy and Carol exchanged a sly look as they did so.

"I...I don't want to be friends with you anymore" you started and Steve almost looked at you speechless "I would like to be something more than just a friend. I've always liked you and I would like to stay by your side for the rest of my days" two friends behind you remained speechless, from your corny declaration to say the least "I love you Steve" your eyes shone with hope while from Tommy and Carol's mouths came an "Ohhhhh" accompanied by a giggle.

Steve fixed his quiff but his look was always bored or unconvinced "Wow...a beautiful love declaration Williams, but I'm sorry" the light of hope went out in your eyes looking at the lines of his face "Aww, Stevie don't do that, the princess might feel bad about it" said Carol "I didn't know that princesses got blood on their hands" He looked at you making you feel guilty. You hated Kelly, and half the school enjoyed seeing her face smashed into the ground, so why should he be the only one who worried about her? “Come on man, Kelly is a real bitch,” Tommy said.

"Exactly, in short, the princess did well in my opinion" Carol smiled.

"It's true" he stated looking at the two, and then looked at your stony face "But if you think that now you are better than her you are very wrong Williams" he said and then left while Tommy and Carol continued to laugh.

"We're sorry princess!" Carol shouted while her boyfriend laughed "Ohh Steve Harrington scolded a poor little girl, what a cruel man" Steve rolled his eyes as his voice became more and more distant "Come on man stop it! I'm not intrigued by hypocritical girls" Your heart broke in two.

Tears fell from your face as the laughter even though far away made you feel sick.

You came home crying with a hurt heart. Not only were you rejected, you were also made fun of.

This was the worst day of your life.

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daphnaie · 2 years

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*~ spin the bottle. steve harrington x reader

Summary: Steve can't stop thinking, fantasizing, dreaming about you but when it's his turn to kiss you during a game of spin the bottle, his mind goes blank. *~ Steve Harrington x fem!Reader

Word count: 0.9k

When the head of the empty tequila bottle points at you, Steve chokes on his beer.

There you are – sitting on the carpet, skirt riding up a little high, hair a mess from dancing with your friends earlier, a glimmer in your eyes, looking like a late summers memory and the stupid reminder to never trust Robin again when she promises a party will be fun.

Who – at his age – even plays spin the bottle anymore?

You, apparently. You who walked into Family Video three weeks ago and haven’t left his mind since.

He knew you before, saw you around Hawkins, but you’re a year younger than him and have different friends. He knew you but he never noticed you. Not until the day, the door at the video store opened and that perfect ray of evening sunlight fell in, burning orange and gold, hitting you from behind, making you look downright ethereal.

And no, he had never used that word before but when he tried to describe you to Robin, stumbling over his sentences like an idiot, she did and he ran with it.

Now it’s not the evening sun that shines down on you but a shitty lamp in a dirty basement. Steve wonders how even this harsh light doesn’t take away from your beauty and simultaneously asks himself when exactly he’d fallen this hard for you without ever talking to you before. Unless that one time counts when he made a joke at Robins expense and you laughed.

Jesus, that laugh followed him into his dreams.

With a bit of luck, that laugh will follow him into this basement too because your eyes are fixated on him, patiently waiting for a reaction. Robin squeezes his shoulder as if she nudges him to wake up, while the other people in the circle begin to giggle at the awkward pause. Steve doesn’t care. All he cares about is the way the corners of your lips twitch.

“Scared, Harrington?”

It’s the first time he hears his name coming from your mouth, soft and teasing, and he takes another sip of the beer to swallow a goddamn huff. Next to him, Robin grins. She knows what’s up. He’s pretty sure that the only reason she begged for him to come tonight and join this game, is this.

“Should I be?” He finds his words again, somewhere in the back of his brain.

Your lips curl up into a full on smile, so full of innocence that the contrast to your following words draws scattered whistles from the people around you: “Why don’t I come over and you find out?”

Every bit of color fades from his face as you follow through on that question. Because you don’t simply get up and walk over to Steve – no, you come towards him on all fours, eyes locked and dark, looking like the main character in one of his fucking wet dreams. The whistles around you grow louder and dirtier and his brain short-circuits.

You stop right in front of him, mere inches away from his face, smelling like tequila and flowers Steve doesn’t bother to describe. After all, he has never been a poet. All he knows is that your scent alone will make him drunk if you come any closer.

“What now, Harrington?” you ask softly. “Will you kiss me now?”

Kiss you. You’re not the first girl he’d kiss, not by far, but for some reason his heart has never beat so fast before when another girl offered herself up to him.

“How drunk are you?” he wants to know, voice hoarse.

You chuckle and he shifts. Not because he’s uncomfortable but rather because all his blood is traveling to a certain region of his body.

“Such a gentleman,” you murmur. Eyes travel to his lips and his heart stutters. “Didn’t they call you King Steve in high school? Where’s that kingly behavior hiding? All I see is a scared boy holding on to his beer like-“

“Oh, shut it,” he whispers and then his hand is on the back of your neck and his lips are pressed against yours.

Fuck.

If he wants to describe the taste of you, he can’t. It’s simply sweet and heavenly and oh so much better than he expected it to be. A teeny tiny gasp leaves your throat at the sudden action but then you melt into the kiss, following the movement of his lips. When they open and his tongue pushes into your mouth, your legs almost give out.

Neither of you care for the howls around you, the disgusted yells to “get a room”. You’re too distracted by the way his hand tightens on your neck as if he restrains himself from pulling you closer.

He is. All he wants is to pull you on his lap, to rip that stupid dress off of you and make that gasp turn into a moan but it’s too public, too loud.

Someone – Robin? – kicks his leg and he breaks the kiss. Breathless, the two of you stare at each other. Your lips are swollen and red, his cheeks flushed, eyes wanting.

“Well, shit,” you say and swallow heavily. “So much better than in my dream last night.”

Steve almost passes out on the spot.

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hellfiremunsonn · 1 year

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Emetophobia. Steve Harrington x Reader

Emetophobia.

I DO NOT ALLOW MY WRITING TO BE REPUBLISHED ANYWHERE OTHER THAN MY OWN BLOG WITHOUT MY CONSENT

Emetophobia: “The extreme fear of vomiting”

summary: Your monthly movie night doesn’t go to plan when Robin ends up sick in the bathroom, leaving Steve to see how badly your phobia can cause you to panic.

(This fic has no smut. Younger audiences are able to read this without any explicit content. but I will still be marking and labeling my writing as 18+)

18 + IF YOU ARE NOT 18 OR OLDER DO NOT READ OR INTERACT WITH MY WRITING. IT IS NOT INTENDED FOR MINORS. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THE MEDIA YOU CONSUME.

WARNINGS: fem! reader, talk of emetophobia, coping mechanisms for it, mentions of panic attack/anxiety attack, descriptions of said panic attack/ anxiety attack. Mentions of Robin throwing up, but no descriptive detail of the act itself.

word count: 2531

AN: HI HELLO. So this is a very self indulgent fic I've written, because I myself have emetophobia. It’s a very debilitating phobia, and it’s hard for people to understand it. I know the way I react to it, and certain situations pertaining it arent rational, and I know my thoughts about it aren’t rational, but it can’t control it. It’s truly the only time that germs will bother me. I go on full panicked cleaning sprees while sobbing and having a full meltdown. It’s not fun, so I thought I’d write something for me, and so that maybe some of you could learn, and hopefully understand it.

It's about eight thirty when the gang arrives at Steves for your monthly movie night. With everyone getting older, and relationships becoming more serious, your group of friends don't get the chance to all hang out together as often as you once did. So you all decided on a monthly movie night, usually held at Steves, but each person or couple picked a different batch of movies to watch each time.

The winter weather told you not everyone would make it today, cars a little too old, and noses a bit too runny, but it was the fact that all of you tried and most of the time managed to gather for these nights. Never disappointed when someone couldn't make it, or you had to postpone it to a different week.

Almost everyone made it, Robin and Eddie both sick with a cold so they decided to stay home which you were extra grateful for. Although it wasn't the flu, and the cold was a sickness you could rationalize and manage, it still didn't dissolve the deep rooted phobia you desperately tried to hide, chalking it off as just anxiety to your friends, giving you an easy excuse to avoid certain situations like parties or bars.

It made you feel so stupid for being terrified of something so normal, so natural even. It was your bodies way of trying to make you feel better, but even the thought of just feeling sick could send you into a spiral. If you were being completely honest, you would rather stab yourself in the thigh and bleed out then throw up, or be near someone who's thrown up.

You were able to keep it hidden from Steve for most of your relationship, until one night where you refused to get into the car when everyone was leaving a bar because you were too nervous one of your more than tipsy friends were going to be sick. To everyone else, you had a panic attack so you and Steve walked home together in the warmth of the summer night. Although it was technically true, you had to explain to Steve that it was something you've dealt with forever, something you try to avoid at all costs if possible. You didn't want Steve to see that part of you, but you knew it helped him understand you a bit more, why you did the things you did.

Your little quirks started to make sense to Steve after you told him, and he was able to start picking up on your nervous habits, giving him a chance to help you navigate situations where your phobia made you anxious. It also explained why it took you forever to sleep over at his house, or to even have him spend the night at yours with you able to stay in your bed the entire night. Most times Steve would have woken up to find you tucked up on the couch fast asleep instead of in the space next to him, and for the longest time he never knew why. Constantly feeling guilty, like he punched you in his sleep or something and you were too shy to tell him.

He let you do everything you needed to do to sleep, when you began sleeping over at his place. If you needed a light on, a fan for noise or if you got too hot at night, he would be more than accommodating. The tv on playing a movie which you'd get up and rewind and play again if you couldn't sleep? Steve would start waking up on instinct to rewind it for you, even if you had eventually fallen asleep. He would let you have a tape playing with the same song on a loop for twelve hours if that's what you needed.

Still, Steve hadn't seen it at its worst, until tonight.

You'd been keeping an eye on max all night the minute she said she felt shittier than usual considering she was 'just pmsing'. Your anxiety instantly heightened for the few hours your friends gathered in the living room. You watched what she ate, and how much of it, doing the same thing with whatever alcohol she decided to sip on. Only when you were about half way through the second movie, when you paused it for everyone to have a bathroom break, did you start to relax, when max excitedly bounced up to you. Sitting next to you with a giggle, wanting to fill you in on her college gossip before everyone was ready for the movie to continue.

You realized that just maybe your anxiety was lying to you, for real this time. So your anxieties faded and you were able to enjoy the rest of your night, falling asleep sometime before the second movie ended, Steves arm wrapped securely around your shoulders.

When you wake up, you're a little more slumped against Steve, still tucked up into his side and you can hear him talking quietly. You make a small groan of protest before lifting yourself from him, rubbing your eyes.

"Sorry babe, did I wake you?" Steve asked, tucking some of your hair behind your ear when you look up at him. You realize everyone is gone except for Lucas who's standing on the other side of the living room, leaning against the wall.

"I don't think so" you said with a yawn, stretching your arms over your head. "Did everyone go home?" you asked.

"Yeah, not too long ago, Lucas is just waiting for max to finish in the bathroom"

You nodded sleepily. Until you heard a cough come from the bathroom down the hall and your body immediately tensed. Steve felt your body stiffen against him and squeezed your shoulder. "S'okay babe"

You nodded again, taking a deep breath and trying to relax again. Maybe it was just a cough, that's possible, but when two more coughs came next with that unmistakeable sound you were quick up on your feet.

"Shit" Lucas muttered, racing towards the bathroom and knocking on the door before opening it, giving you a sliver of a second to catch Max on her knees in front of the toilet, confirming your anxieties, and sending you straight into panic mode. Staring back down at Steve like a deer in headlights, and he was quick to stand next to you, taking your shoulders in his hands and turning your whole body to face him.

"Go upstairs to my room yeah? I'll come get you when it's okay"

Your bottom lip wobbled as you ran up the stairs to Steves room, your feet thumping loudly against them and you didn't hesitate to slam the door behind you.

You start pacing and tried to control your breathing, counting how many steps it takes to cross each side of Steves room, until you don't even realize you're counting. You know you're being dramatic, and that what you feel is selfish, but it doesn't stop your body from going into fight or flight. Your skin feels wrong, and your clothes feel like they're covered in germs, and you strip yourself of them as quickly as you can, leaving you only in your bra and underwear.

"Fuck, shit, shit, shit" You mumble. "Come on, get your shit together"

You don't want Steve to see you like this, it's embarrassing, and if you could keep it hidden from him forever you would.

If feels like every possible germ Max could have been carrying is on you, on your skin, in the air, on every surface of the house. Hugging your arms around yourself you slide your hands up your arms, letting the nails drag across them harshly before digging them into your shoulders, knowing you're leaving half moon dents in your skin, but it's the only thing grounding you while sobs wrack at your chest.

It's been what feels like forever when Steve finally comes up stairs, knocking on the door lightly before entering and closing the door behind him like you two weren't now the only ones in the house.

He's confused at first when he takes in your trembling frame, almost nude in front of him pacing back and forth, and when he sees your face his heart breaks. Your cheeks are wet and splotchy, and he can tell you've been crying the entire time he's left you, and he's a little unsure of what to do.

"They're gone, everything's all good now" he said as reassuring as he could muster his voice to sound.

You shook your head, continuing pacing, your hands clenching and unclenching into tight fists. "N-No" you whimpered. "Max was leaning on me" you shake your hands out in frustration; as if everything you're feeling will leave through them if you shook them hard enough.

"I-I could get sick" you huffed. "God she touched so many things" when you stop pacing and cover your face with your hands, crying into them, Steve knows he can come over to comfort you. He wraps his arms around your shoulders tightly, one hand holding onto the back of your head like a small child while you cried harder into his chest.

You lean back from him, but don't push yourself away. "I want to rip my skin off" you said with a sob. "I'm hot, and it feels like the germs are festering on me" You whine.

"Do you want to shower? I can clean up downstairs?" He asks.

"I wont know if you've cleaned it all properly, I-I need to do it" you say looking at your hands, palms red with how tightly you've had them.

"What if you shower, and you tell me everything I need to do, so I can clean everything the way it needs to be done?" He says softly, taking your face into his hands, his thumbs sliding just under your jaw to push your chin up so he can look at you. You can smell the peach scented soap from the kitchen on his hands and you almost lose it at Steves thoughtfulness. The fact that he had washed his hands before coming back up to see you, getting one step closer to calming your nerves.

"You can follow me around the whole time, you wont have to touch anything" His eyes are searching yours, for anything at this point. New territory being discovered in your relationship and Steve being Steve he wants to fix it.

A new wave of tears blur your eyes and you look down to avoid Steves while a sob escapes you. No one had ever taken the time to learn, to try to understand, to even help you when you got like this. For so long it was something you hid, even to yourself, and now you're standing in front of someone who loves you so endlessly, that he's willing to do whatever it is to make sure that you're okay.

He pulls you back into his chest and you wrap your arms around him tightly, holding his t-shirt in tight fists where they land on his back. "I love you" You mumbled into him.

"What was that?" he said tucking his chin to his chest to look at you.

You leaned back from him once more, a small smile on your lips when you look up at him. "I love you" you repeat.

"I love you too baby" he said with a relieved sigh, thankful for the smile on your face. "Can I do this for you?" he asked.

"Yes please" you said with a huff. "I think that would be very helpful"

"Thank you" he said holding your wet face in his hands, leaning down to place a soft kiss on your lips.

You furrow your eyebrows "What are you thanking me for?"

"For trusting me enough to help you" he said with a shrug, intertwining his fingers with yours while he lead you to the bathroom, starting the shower and bringing fresh towels for when you got out.

"Has anyone ever told you that you're the best boyfriend ever?" you ask, wrapping your arms around his neck, fingers twirling in the hair at its base.

He laughed, leaning forward and bringing his arms behind you to unclip your bra. "Can't say anyone has" He continues to undress you, no heat or tension with his movements, just love.

"Alright" he said kissing the top of your head. "You are now shower ready"

"Can you shower with me?" You ask sweetly.

"Of course" Steve says quickly, impossible to say no to you.

The two of you shower mostly in silence, but it's peaceful. The sound of the water and the way Steve massages the foamy shampoo into your hair has you on the brink of sleep. His hands soft between the wet tendrils on your head, his thumb smoothing down the back of your neck, pressing into the tired muscle gently. Sore from the stiff tension you held while panicking, and you groaned feeling your body finally start to relax. You felt like you were floating, barely hearing Steve when he asked you to turn around so you could rinse the shampoo out.

When your shower is finished, Steve makes sure to dress you in only his clothes, freshly folded in his laundry basket, still waiting to be put away from early in the day.

He sits down on his bed with a notepad in his lap, and a pen at the ready?

"What's that for?" you ask, scrunching as much water as you can out of your hair with one of the towels.

"Give me my list, what do I gotta do"

You blush, feeling a little embarrassed, but still you sit next to him with a sigh. "I'm going to sound crazy okay? And it's going to sound so stupid, because germs don't ever bother me, until it's this" you say waving your hand in the air around you.

"I like a little crazy" he said with a smirk and a shrug. "NUMBER ONE" he says loudly while numbering his paper.

You go on to tell him all the things you do when you do the cleaning yourself. You clean every surface you can think of that the person has touched, or potentially touched. Doorknobs, the doorframes, the faucets in the bathroom, and in the kitchen, any dish they've used. The toilet (obviously) the floor around it, the tank of the toilet, the handle. He writes it all down as quickly as you say it, words tumbling out of your mouth in fear that if you stop you'll overthink it too much and make yourself feel worse about your phobia.

And he does it all, he cleans everything, and maybe a little bit more diligently than you would and it makes your heart swell that he'd do this for you. A Saturday night where the two of you would have been tucked up in his bed, limbs tangled around each other, but instead he's scrubbing every inch of the island in his kitchen without a care in the world. He even goes as far as to disinfect the outside handle of the front door "just incase" All because he's hopelessly, and endlessly in love with you, and you couldn't be more head over heels in love with him.

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morwap · 2 years

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𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑—𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐

husband!steve, Unprotected sex, p in v, cumming inside, talk of pregnancy, cock warming, pubic hair, dom!steve, sub!reader

You felt steve’s arms pull you closer, you felt his warm skin against your back and you shuddered a bit, the mix of the morning coolness and his warmth was weirdly nice. Before you knew it soft kisses were planted on your neck. this was a morning tradition by this point, waking up in each other's arms and then him cumming inside you.

“You’re already hard” you whispered, feeling his hard-on pressing onto your ass. Steve laughed, he rubbed his forehead on your shoulder and he moved the arm he had around you to play with the hem of your shirt.

“Good thing, just have to work you up now” he whispered, hand moving between your legs. Steve’s fingers rubbed up and down over your panties, making sure he put more pressure when he made it up to your clit.

You shifted onto your back, opening your legs for him. Steve’s cock rubbed against your hip, and his fingers slipped into your panties, moving down and getting his fingers slick with your arousal then coming and circling his fingertips on your clit.

Soon you were tugging down your panties and steve was tossing his boxers onto the floor then moving on top of you and between your legs.

“Gonna fill your fuckin’ cunt up” steve huffed, his hand helping his cock slide smoothly through your folds before bringing it to your entrance and pushing in.

“you’re gonna carry my fucking child, aren’t you pretty girl?” steve grunted, your legs tightened around his waist as you moved with his thrusts, grinding up and his pubic hair tickled your clit while he grinded into you.

you nodded as short breaths left you, “mhm! i will” you mumbled and your hand gripped his shoulder. you knew steve was a family man, wanting six kids was no joke and you knew he truly wanted it, wanted a family with you.

quick and hard thrusts and the friction on your clit had you cumming hard, clenching around him and make him squeeze his eyes shut.

steve didn’t even have to tell you that he was about to cum, you could feel it and it only confirmed your thoughts when you felt the warmth. his weight rested on you, his head resting against your neck and your nails scratched his back soothingly.

“gonna make sure you get every drop” steve whispered, he pulled away and your hands went to beside your sides, his hands moving your hips up a little, he pulled out and pushed the cum that came leaking out back into you then pushing his cock back in and coming back to rest on you.

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