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strangererotica · 1 month

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Steve Harrington x reader | sex in the shower with boyfriend!steve 🧡

You woke to the sound of running water close by. As your eyes blinked open and drifted to the bathroom door, you noticed it had been left slightly ajar. Moist air drifted from inside, along with the woodsy, peppery scent of your boyfriend’s shampoo…

You grinned contentedly, remembering all the ways Steve had made love to you the night before. Stretching your arms and legs under the sheets, you felt a large, damp patch in the middle of the bed, and your smile grew wider. The image of Steve’s face between your thighs lingered in your mind…how handsome he’d looked, covered in your slick from his hairline to his chin. You’d squirted several times in a row as he ate you out, soaking not only Steve but apparently, saturating the sheets beneath you as well.

Memories of last night traveled straight from your mind to between your legs. Your cunt was still puffy and moist from Steve’s efforts the night before. He’d come inside you when he finished, and the combination of Steve’s release and yours was a sticky reminder between your thighs of the cum-soaked state he’d left you in…

You returned your focus to the sound of the shower running in the bathroom, listening to the stream of water shift as Steve’s body moved under it. You decided that waiting any longer for him to fuck you again was not an option. Pulling back the sheets from your body, you tiptoed naked to the bathroom, and gently crept inside. The small room was warm and inviting, the air thick with moisture. You reached for the shower door, carefully sliding it so you wouldn’t startle Steve.

…When his hand wrapped around your wrist and tugged you inside with him, a surprised little gasp escaped your lips, quickly followed by giggles as Steve pulled you close. His arms surrounded you in warmth, wrapping around your waist and pressing your chest to his. Steve’s back faced the shower head, droplets of water splashing from his broad shoulders and onto your breasts as he squeezed you closer.

The coarse hair on Steve’s chest looked even darker than usual, matted down with water and just beginning to curl. The friction it caused against your breasts felt incredible. Your nipples perked instantly, rising to meet the soaked nest of hair they were immersed in. Steve didn’t miss the way your eyes fluttered in a soft expression of bliss when he pressed his knee between your thighs, nudging your clit. Steve kept his knee locked there, his muscular thigh wedged flush against your cunt. He could feel your need, the way your pouty pussy throbbed against his skin in time with your heartbeat.

Steve’s lips met yours in a kiss that tasted of rain in the middle of Summer, fresh and warm as it melted between your lips. His tongue played tenderly with yours, gently stroking and caressing into your kiss. Your cunt wept greedily against Steve’s thigh, the evidence of your arousal dripping down his leg, mixing with the water and circling the drain.

Steve’s hands wandered up your back, his fingertips tickling your spine. The gesture made you shiver against him, your nipples perking even firmer, goosebumps dotting your skin. Steve’s lips ventured to your shoulders, kissing the goosebumps away, his fingers lacing delicately through your hair. He rocked his thigh against your cunt, pulling a desperate whimper from your throat.

“Steve,” you breathed, and he nodded in response, water dripping from the ends of his hair. “I know, baby,” he said, sliding one hand beneath your thigh. “You don’t have to say it; I already know…”

Steve lifted one of your legs and wrapped it around his waist, hoisting you up so your knee was bent over his elbow. With his free hand, he reached between your bodies and took hold of his cock. Rubbing his tip between your slick folds, Steve collected a generous amount of your cum on the head of his cock before pressing inside you, filling you whole.

The position gave Steve even deeper access to your cunt than usual; with his body bent slightly at the waist and your leg elevated to the level of his hip, Steve could fuck places inside you that more standard positions didn’t allow.

Your forehead was pressed to Steve’s chest, tears of relief burning behind your eyes as you squeezed them closed. Every upward punch of Steve’s hips hit a place so deep inside you, it felt like you were being stretched open for the first time, like losing a second virginity in part of you that hadn’t previously existed.

Steve’s eyes were glossy, his gaze fixed between your bodies, watching his cock disappear inside you. Your needy cunt swallowed Steve eagerly, sucking him like a vice. His thrusts began to grow desperate in pursuit of his climax, the heady burn of pleasure within Steve at its absolute peak.

With a groan of release, Steve erupted deep inside you, emptying against your cervix and painting your vagina in cum. Immediately after his orgasm, Steve went to his knees in front of you. He shoved his face between your thighs, hungrily probing your pussy. With his tongue buried in your cunt, Steve let you ride him to your own climax. You clutched Steve’s shoulders for support as you humped his face and bounced on his tongue till your orgasm was spilling through you in waves. Steve licked your vagina clean, sucking his cum from between your lips, peppering delicate kisses along your puffy cunt before rising to his feet, and taking you again into his arms.

A warm stream of water and cum dripped between your bodies as you held each other inside the shower. Tilting Steve’s face to yours, you teased his lips apart with your tongue. The sweet, salty flavor of your cum and Steve’s blended together as you explored each other in a deep, passionate kiss. Steve tugged your bottom lip between his, sucking lightly. When he released it, he was smiling, his pretty hazel eyes adoring you. “Let’s dry off and get back in bed,” Steve grinned mischievously. “So I can get you wet all over again…”

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fairyysoup · 2 months

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you call your boyfriend steve and tell him you have a toothache and have to go to the dentist tomorrow bc it hurts so bad you can't even eat and he comes over with a tooth shaped plush that he just won from a claw machine at work and holds it up like "is this guy bothering you?" and proceeds to start beating the shit out of it. bonus points if it's a squeaky toy so it's just making these pathetic squeak noises as he does

then he proceeds to cradle you like a baby and hold an ice pack to your face 💔 while you hold the stupid squeak plushie bc he spent a whole roll of quarters trying to win it for you lmaooo

#based on something i am dealing with rn #steve harrington #steve harrington blurb #steve thoughts #boyfriend!steve #rose shut up #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you

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sunshinesteviee · 2 years

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i've got you - s.h.

summary: after dinner with steve's parents goes terribly, you let him know everything will be okay; based on a kiss prompt: an "everything will be okay" kiss wc: 2.5k warnings: shitty parents, sad steve, but fluff to fix it! a/n: lol so this was supposed to be a blurb, and it got out of control! i hope you like it!!

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Steve was silent as he unlocked the door, tossing his keys with a bit too much force onto the table just inside your entryway. He kicked his shoes off, the toes of them thudding into the wall, one of them leaving a small scuff mark on the paint that you’d have to remove later. You’d gone to dinner with his parents, and to no one’s surprise, it had not gone well. His dad had started in on him immediately, berating him for the millionth time about not going to college, for having a shitty job and a shitty apartment, for refusing to work with him at his company — the list went on and on. Steve’s hand on your knee was the only thing stopping you from blowing up at his dad; you knew it’d only make the situation worse, and didn’t want to do that to Steve.

You’d never liked his parents, his dad more specifically. They turned your sweet, affectionate, and bubbly Steve into a shell of himself — quiet and reserved, eyebrows pinched together, shoulders stiff. He’d tried to keep any semblance of emotion — namely, the pain — off of his face, but you knew him better than that now. And as much as he tried to shrug off his dad’s comments, you knew they got to him.

Following suit, you stepped into your small apartment with Steve and closed the door behind you, making sure to lock it. Your own shoes came off, much more carefully than his had, and you shrugged off your jacket, hanging it up before turning to Steve. You called his name softly, catching his forearm in your warm palm, tugging at the cuff of his jacket, “Let me hang this up for you, bub.” He let you help him out of his jacket, placing a soft kiss to your cheek as a thank you, though no thank you of any kind was necessary.

There had been tentative plans for a movie night for the two of you, but now you weren’t sure if Steve would be feeling up to it. The question was on your lips as he turned to you with a half-hearted smile, “Still want to watch a movie?”

“Sure,” you nodded quickly, wanting to do whatever would help him relax and get his mind off of the awful dinner, “I’ll start the popcorn if you wanna go change into something comfortable.” You’d met his parents at a fancy restaurant, calling for your nice, but uncomfortable, clothes. Steve nodded and placed a soft peck to your lips in parting, and then made his way to your bedroom.

The popcorn was barely halfway done when Steve padded into the kitchen to find you. He’d done a quick change, swapping his nice pants and shirt with a pair of sweatpants and his favorite hoodie. It was obvious he’d also taken a few seconds to brush out the gel that had been in his hair; it looked softer now, and a few pieces hung loosely in his face. Your favorite part, though, had to be that his glasses were now perched on his nose. Steve didn’t wear them often, even though he needed them, but you loved how he looked in them, and told him so every time. You couldn’t help but grin when you saw him, “Hey, handsome. You look comfy.”

“Definitely better than that stiff shirt and tie,” he grumbled, crossing the kitchen and stopping just behind you, a warm hand settling against your hip. “I’ll finish this, you go change, too, baby.”

When you re-emerged from your room, in your comfiest clothes stolen from Steve, you found him on the couch. The popcorn was piled impressively high in a bowl, and there was an open bottle of beer sitting next to it, however it looked like it hadn’t been touched. Steve looked frustrated as he banged the remote against the palm of his hand, trying to get it to work as he muttered a soft, “God dammit.”

Not wanting to startle him, you murmured a soft “hey” and then dropped onto the couch next to him. “Want me to try?” you asked, holding your hand out for the remote.

He placed it in your hand after a moment and then slumped back into the couch, arms crossing over his chest. He was still abnormally quiet, and it made your heart ache, but you didn’t want to pry and force him to talk if he didn’t want to.

When you couldn’t get the remote to work either, you went off in search of some new batteries, and after rummaging through some drawers to find the right size, you returned to the living room, the remote and new batteries in hand. “Hey, I think I found the right size, but—“ you stopped mid-sentence as you turned the corner to find Steve in a new position. He was leaning forward again, his elbows resting on his knees, and the heels of his hands pressed into his eyes. “Steve?”

Steve’s head shot up, sniffling once as he shook his head, as if trying to clear his thoughts. His hand pushed through his hair to get it out of the way, as he attempted to plaster a smile onto his face. When he spoke, his voice was rough like he was shoving any emotion back down, “Did you find some?”

You ignored Steve’s question as you set the objects you were holding onto the table, and then settled onto the couch next to him carefully. Your hand slid across his back, hand curving around his shoulder to pull him into you, voice delicate, “C’mere, baby.”

It was enough for Steve to finally crack. He let out a ragged breath, shoulders shuddering as he slumped into your embrace. Your hand quickly came up to cup the back of his head gently, twisting your torso so Steve could press his face into the crook of your neck. He let out a strangled gasping noise that broke your heart into pieces, and you could feel a few tears soak into your skin.

Smoothing a hand over Steve’s hair, you used your other hand to rub gentle circles over his back. You stayed quiet, aside from an occasional “I’ve got you,” wanting to let him get it all out. You’d only seen him cry a few times, and while you appreciated that you were the one of the only people he let himself be vulnerable like this with, it broke your heart. Especially when it was something like family issues. Something he shouldn’t have to deal with.

After a few moments, Steve let out another uneven breath, his breath hot and wet against your neck as his hands twisted into the fabric of your shirt at the sides. The tears had seemingly stopped for the moment, an angry huff escaping his lips. Your hand continued rubbing along the length of his spine, up and down, again and again, and you sat quietly with him, knowing he’d talk when he was ready. He sighed again, releasing his grip on your shirt, bringing his hand up to wipe a thumb over your wet skin, “‘M sorry, I—“

“You have nothing to apologize for,” you quickly cut him off, shaking your head vehemently. You kept your hand placed on the back of his head, fingers sifting through the soft strands slowly. Pressing a kiss to the top of his head, you murmured, “It’s okay.”

“I just…” he lifted his head from where he’d pressed into your neck, eyes squeezing shut, jaw clenched tightly as he shook his head with a pained laugh, “I hate how they make me feel. Every single time. Like I’m not good enough, and I never will be.”

Your heart dropped to your stomach, and you couldn’t help the frown that tugged at the corners of your lips. You hated knowing that he ever thought of himself in that way, even just for a second, because of his parents of all people. His name slipped out of your mouth, pain marring the tone of your voice, “Steve. Baby, you know that’s not true, right?”

It took a second, but Steve gave you a short nod, though he kept his gaze low, not wanting to make eye contact with you. His teeth were practically tearing his bottom lip up, “Mhm.”

His answer wasn’t convincing enough, far from convincing, really, and you shifted so that you could take his face into your hands. Cupping his jaw lightly, you pulled his chin up, being as gentle as possible, so you could look him in the eye, “Hey. Look at me, baby.” After a moment, you cracked a small smile as you added, “Feels weird to be the one saying that.”

This caused Steve to smile, the tiniest bit of a genuine smile, as his eyes met yours finally. He let out a soft snort, shaking his head as a light blush crept up his neck, “Shut up.”

You grinned, feeling pleased with yourself for at least making him smile, if only for a moment. Your thumb brushed out over his cheek gently as you refocused the conversation, “Seriously, though. I need you to know that what your parents think… it doesn’t mean shit. They don’t know anything about you, baby.”

Just as quickly as it had appeared, the smile dropped from Steve’s face, shoulders sagging. His voice was quiet, barely above a whisper as his eyes met yours, “I’ve never been good enough for them. ‘M always a disappointment.”

“Oh, baby,” you murmured softly, eyebrows creasing together as you pushed your fingers into Steve’s hair and out of his face. “Just because your life doesn’t look like what they planned for you doesn’t mean you’re a failure. Joke’s on them for trying to plan anything in the fucked up world we live in. And, quite frankly, if they really care that much, they should’ve been around more to show it.”

Steve’s long lashes kissed his cheeks as his eyes fluttered closed, leaning into the touch of your hands on his face with an almost imperceptible nod. He was really considering what you were saying, and you hoped it was sinking in, if only a little. When he opened his eyes again, a new anger was lit in them, “And the shit he said about you a-and us—“

At one point, his dad had implied that yet another one of the reasons Steve was a disappointment was because he couldn’t fully support you. To his dad, it was embarrassing that you lived in a tiny, somewhat rundown, apartment, and even more embarrassing that you paid for half of it. If only Steve would come work for him, well, then everything would be better. You could get a nicer place, and you wouldn’t have to work.

You’d been unable to stop yourself from audibly scoffing then, and you did the same now, “I hope you know I don’t care about that shit. Anywhere with you is home. And all of that was incredibly sexist, honestly. As if I need you to take care of me, like I couldn’t survive on my own.”

“I know,” Steve cracked another smile at that; he’d thought he was going to have to hold you back at dinner. You’d looked like you were honest to god about to jump over the table, and as much as he would’ve liked to see that, it wasn’t the time or place. His eyes met yours again before he tilted his head forward, pushing his forehead into yours lightly, “Thank you.”

“What for?” Your nose nudged into his as you placed a soft peck to the corner of his mouth.

Steve lifted his shoulders into a shrug, “Just… for being here. And supporting me. Helping me see that my maybe my parents are wrong.”

“No,” you shook your head quickly, wanting to set the record straight, “they are wrong. They just are. You’re amazing, Steve. And if they can’t see that, that’s on them.” One side of Steve’s mouth quirked up as he hummed quietly in response before he returned a soft kiss to your cheek.

With a hand still tangled in the hair at the back of his head, you shifted your position until your back was against the arm of the couch, and you slid down a bit to be laying a bit more. Your free arm slung around his shoulders, pulling Steve’s top half down until he was laying on top of you, cheek pressed to your sternum. He seemed to be feeling at least a little better and figured he wouldn’t argue with some cuddles for the rest of the night.

When he didn’t complain, you bent your knees slightly to hug Steve’s torso, fingers stroking through his hair repeatedly in the way you knew he liked. His eyes were closed again, but he looked more at peace this time. “You, Steve Harrington, are more than enough. You’re kind and funny and caring and smart and brave. You do more than enough for the people you love, and you do it without a second thought. Don’t ever think for a second that you’re not enough.”

Steve had thought he’d been done crying, but couldn’t help the tears welling up in his eyes again. Sniffling a little, he cleared his throat and swiped a hand underneath his eyes, “Stop making me cry, you jerk.” He wedged his arm underneath you, between your back and the couch cushions, as he tried to get more comfortable, pressing his face into the soft fabric of your shirt.

You giggled and shook your head adamantly as you twisted a strand of his hair around your index finger, “No, I’m serious! I mean all of it. And you deserve to hear it.”

“I love you,” Steve replied, feeling like it was enough to sum up everything he was feeling, pressing his chin into your sternum to look up at you.

“I love you, too.” You reached out, hand sweeping his hair off of his forehead for what felt like the millionth time to see him more clearly, “Whatever you do, Steve, you’ll be great. And I’ll always support you. Everything will be okay.”

The hand that wasn’t pinned underneath you moved to press into the couch next to your head as Steve shuffled a bit so his face was level with yours again. His hand pressed into your back, underneath your shirt to pull your body into his, head dipping down to press his lips to yours in a short but sweet kiss. He dropped his forehead back onto your temple, nose pressing into your cheek.

Your arms crossed over the back of his neck as you angled your own neck back, pressing a kiss to his forehead, “Baby, I…” a kiss to his nose, “love you…” a kiss to his jaw, “so much. You’ll be okay. And I’ve got you.”

When Steve’s eyes met yours this time, he was giving you a familiar smile as some of the darkness had begun to melt away. He didn’t know what to say, feeling like his heart could burst in his chest from the fondness, and settled for laying back against you, face pressed into the crook of your neck.

steve friends ily

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mimixmunson · 2 months

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Steve Harrington in a soccer football shirt<3

You watch the game with him on television, stealing one of his spare football shirts to impress him. He calls you their good luck charm, their cheerleader.

He sits you on his lap and strokes your hair but he just can’t contain his spirit when the team are 1-0 down, yelling at the screen.

“Shit sorry babe, that was in your ear huh? My bad”

When his team scores he smothers your face in kisses, he does a little celebration dance and sings their chants. You giggle and he points his finger at you.

“Don’t know why you’re laughing baby, this is history being made!”

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mimimunson · 3 months

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boyfriend!steve x reader / headcanon

cw- menstruation, theft?

Steve wouldn’t really know how to help a you on your period, he’s not the “what size pussy do you wear” type of guy when buying sanitary products for you, but he’s just as clueless. He’d fill the cart with one of every product they have, just in case he got it wrong. He’d try and ask Robin how to help and she’d say something casual like “just be patient with them through their cramps.” But Steve being Steve would go above and beyond, wouldn’t just buy you average painkillers, he’d fall for the pink tax. “See babe these ones are designed to help menstrual pain!” Absolutely no amount of explaining that all the ingredients in those pills are the exact same as the average painkillers would convince him either. But you’d definitely shut your mouth when he’d hand pick you flowers, failing to mention that he’d accidentally destroyed a private garden to get them though.

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writers-hes · 11 months

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sweater (s. harrington x reader)

Steve Harrington finds a sweater in your wardrobe that he doesn’t recognize. (boyfriend!steve) helpful links: navigation | master lists | rules and guidelines | tag list | fic recs (A/N: Just tooth rotting fluff. Also, established relationship!) “It's cold today,” Steve reckons, a chill running through his spine. He laid there in your bed, beside you, a soft smile gracing his lips.

“It is,” you agreed, sitting up. Your duvet covered your body and he chuckled. “Do you want to go get breakfast?”

“Out?”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “There’s a cafe near the old mall that I’ve been dying to go to,” Steve nods because how can he say no to the most beautiful girl he’s ever laid eyes on? How can he deny you anything? He watches as you raise from the bed into your wardrobe with nothing on. He acknowledges the soft curves that outline your body; how your hair falls perfectly.

“Do you have a sweater I can borrow?” he asked, sitting up and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. You hummed as you dressed yourself. An oversized sweater that probably belonged to him and a pair of sweatpants. You toss him a sweater that lands on his lap.

“Ew!” he shrieks, and you look at him in alarm.

“What’s wrong?”

“Whose is this?” he asks, raising the sweater with two fingers. He scrunched his nose in disgust. You looked over, your face paling. It was a simple white sweater with a university emblem that you forgot about.

“Oh, God,” you groaned. “Sorry, let me fix that—“

“Are you…giving me a sweater your ex-boyfriend gave you? Why aren’t you throwing it out? I’m your boyfriend, you know. You should only wear my clothes,” he rants, a cute frown on his forehead. He throws the sweater somewhere in your room with his thumb and his forefinger and pouts.

“You’re so cute, you know that?” you asked, kissing his cheek.

“Doesn’t matter,” he grumbles. You sit beside him. Steve has always been a little bit selfish. Who could blame him? He was an only son of a rich family and his mother doted on him as a child. He didn’t like sharing and had only got around to it after spending some time with the kids. It was a difficult obstacle that he’s still trying to overcome. So, the thought of his clothes sharing a space with your ex’s clothes was beyond him. It was something small but to Steve, it meant a lot, especially because your ex was a university graduate, something that he is still trying to work on.

“I’m sorry, Stevie,” you coo, rubbing his scalp softly. “I returned everything and I must have forgotten that it was still there,”

“Really?” he asks softly.

“Yeah. Really,” you answered honestly. “If you want, we can throw it out or like, give it to someone,”

“Let me go through your closet first. Don’t want any germs contaminating our clothes, you know?” he asked, standing up. “For now, can you please keep that sweater away? It’s so gross, it’s giving me the heebie-jeebies,” he shuddered.

“Okay, okay,” you laughed. He was so cute sometimes. All the time. Always. “Hey, I love you, you know that, right?”

“Yeah and I love you too. Now, go on, scurry! Get me a bag so I can put unwanted things away,” he barks and you oblige.

“Honey?” he calls and you hum. “I love you,” he repeats because he’s so thankful and glad that finally, someone loves him for who he is—no need to hide under the guise of King Steve or anyone else. Just Steve. steve harrington taglist: @thatfantagirl @cherris-n-peaches @Miyababbby @munsonsuccubus @moistmocca @munsonology @aol19 @undeadgirlsworld @eddiethesexy @weaslyslut01 @captainweirdo42

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ghostlyfleur · 5 months

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whining and crying while steve fucks you into the mattress that you’re gonna make a mess and he’s like “fuck- it’s okay, daddy will clean it up, don’t worry” in between grunts. so then you stop caring that your cunt is a sopping mess and your dripping all over yourself and the bed. so then he cleans you up and the bed afterwards because he’s daddy 🥰

f u c k

steve harrington is such a daddy.

he makes you feel so fucking good and i always headcannon steve and his gf to have dacryphilia involved in their sex life, so it’s perfect that stevie’s angel is such a crybaby!

steve loves how teary eyed you get when he’s fucking you into the mattress, how whiny and pouty and subby you get for him, so dumb on his cock at times that the only thing you can moan and mumble is “daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy” and it drives steve crazy …….

especially once he figures out just how much you love to be smothered, completely crushed, absolutely smushed under his weight— you’ll wrap your legs around his waist and pull him on top of you with little “no, no, no”’s if he pulls the slightest bit of his weight off of you, starting to cry and grabbing at his shoulders and arms desperately to pull him back, begging him to pin you down, to press closer *drools*

but one thing about steve is that he likes it messy — spit, drool, cum, def lots of cum play, all of it — loves it when he’s fucking you so deep and so hard you go quiet and limp and start drooling… loves leaving bite marks and hickeys all over you, marking you up everywhere he can no matter how visible it is afterwards because he knows you wear his marks with such obvious pride just like he does yours… loves to lick you all over, especially on your neck and tits just to see the full body shivers going down your spine… loves it when your cunt is messy with a mix of both yours and his cum that he keeps fucking deeper into you, pretty much fucking overflowing your pussy so much it starts to spill out of you and all over the bed, all over his thighs, down your ass, making the most lewd wet noises… *sighs*

and at first you get so. fucking. embarrassed. you’re making such a mess and you can’t stop it, your eyes go teary and wide with humiliation and “‘m sorry, stevie, sorry, it just feels s’good” and you try to move away from him in a haste, all upset at being a bad girl and making a mess when your perfect daddy is just trying to make you feel good, to spoil you, and you immediately think of getting up to clean up the bed for him so maybe he won’t be upset and you can be his good girl again but as if he was reading your mind he stops you, won’t let you pull away, stays inside you, and grips your chin to make you look at him

“you’re okay, angel, it’s okay. make a mess, show me how good it feels, daddy will clean it up later, you’re still my good girl”

so you get all flustered and pouty and you furrow your brows that cute way you do that steve loves when you’re trying to be all serious and whisper a little “promise?” because you can’t handle not being his good girl and steve is losing his mind, there’s no way he didn’t dream you up “promise, my angel, you’re daddy’s perfect girl, love it when you’re messy for me” i- 😵‍💫

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blushweddinggowns · 10 months

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Idea expanded, Rockstar Eddie falling head over heels for Bartender Steve working in a high class club type of joint. He sees him working one night and thinks God damn, he's hot. I'm taking him home tonight.

Except bartender Steve has developed a significant distaste for celebrities and rich people in general because of getting cut off from his homophobic parents for coming out and the general bad way many have treated him at work whilst sloshed. But lucky for Eddie, Steve doesn't recognize him. And even though he started off in a trailer park, the fame has gone to his head a little and he asks Steve out with the full intention of getting into his pants and never seeing him again.

But oh no, would you look at that Steve isn't easy. And what Eddie thought would be a booty call ends up being a ten hour date around the city where he has more fun than he even thought was possible. Just from talking with Steve about anything and everything, flitting to parks and museums. And Eddie doesn't even realize until he's back at his hotel that they didn't even kiss.

And they go out more and more, and Eddie likes him more and more and he finds out where the rich people hate comes from. And it scares him. So he keeps lying. Like an idiot. And he tells Steve a fake last name, he tells him a fake job (which is only half fake because he did used to be a tattoo artist) and he rents an air bnb that he pretends is his own place. And the lies keep getting more elaborate to cover up more lies. And he keeps refusing to meet Steve's friends out of fear that they'll recognize him. And he really just drove himself into a corner here because he is absolutely in love with Steve at this point but how the fuck can you have a normal relationship when you are pretending to be someone else?

Turns out you can't, and Steve finds out the truth despite his efforts. But the twist is, he thinks it's fucking hilarious. After a normal period of What the fuck reaction time he gets over it. But never let's Eddie live it down.

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6/27 Edit: Welp, now there's a fic.

Two fics actually. The other is by KikiZ on ao3 which is great if you're not looking for an explicit fic! Because mine will be. It's also a bit more introspective than what I got going on, and also thus far, hella romantic.

#steddie #steddie ficlet #steddie fic idea #that i am getting too interested in #rockstar eddie munson #steve harrington #eddie munson #just...ideas #we're just talking #steddie drabble #steddie fic #i just like the twist of avoiding classic angst #i find it very funny #all that work and stress and axiety #just for your boyfriend to call you a dumbass with affection #it...intrigues me #if I did write this I think a one shot basis could work #in theory #just in theory

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hopefulsapphic · 5 months

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i'm an early seasons steve harrington apologist. sorry. he was not a bad person he was not a bad boyfriend he was literally just 17

#he wasn't even that bad. and he apologized when he was #also he literally thought his gf was cheating on him. with a guy who took sneaky pics of her like. valid actually sorry #and season 2??? why does he call himself a shitty boyfriend he was actually so sweet???#a little emotionally stunted maybe sure but he was a teenage boy trying his best #every time i rewatch i'm like what was everyone on about he's literally fine. i think ppl blow his king steve phase way out of proportion #steve harrington #stranger things #thoughts from my brain #1k

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sunshinesteviee · 2 years

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to the moon and back - s.h.

summary: steve surprises you with your favorite book; steve harrington x gn!reader wc: 1.9k warnings: none! all fluff! italics is a flashback. A/N: ahhh this is from an idea @familyvideostevie and i talked about forever ago and decided it needed to be written!! i really like this one, so i hope y'all do too!

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“What’s this?” you asked, turning over the small, wrapped object your boyfriend had given you. It was plain, brown paper, and had been somewhat messily wrapped, probably in a rush, but your heart had skipped a beat as Steve handed it to you from where he’d been hiding it behind his back. You had no idea what it could be, or if there was a reason. Not that Steve needed any reason to give you things, though he usually stuck to flowers, or food, or one of the shirts you’d been begging to “borrow.”

“Just open it,” he encouraged, shaking his head with a smile. Steve was sitting on the edge of your bed, one leg crossed underneath him, the other dangling over the edge of your bed. He looked pretty, sitting on your soft quilt, staring at you adoringly with his warm hazel eyes. The way he was biting at the inside of his lip — his nervous habit that he always insisted he didn’t do — didn’t go unnoticed by you, though you chose not to comment on it.

“Okay, okay, I’m doing it,” you grumbled, though you were smiling at him. Your fingers slid underneath the paper, peeling back the tape as you unwrapped the object delicately. Immediately, you could tell that it was a book, something hardcover, and your eyes flickered with joy as you glanced up at Steve, who was still smiling at you nervously.

Flipping the book over to read its title, you let out a small gasp, eyes wide as your head snapped up to look at Steve again. It was your favorite book, a special edition that you’d been looking at in the local bookshop a few weeks ago, but had resisted buying.

“Whatchya got, baby?” Steve asked from over your shoulder, seemingly appearing out of nowhere as he settled one of his palms on your hip.

You held the book up for him to see, smoothing a hand over the cover lovingly before glancing back at him, “My favorite book. It’s a special edition; signed by the author and stuff.”

Steve nodded thoughtfully, leaning forward to rest his chin on your shoulder. His nose nudged into your cheekbone as he pressed a kiss near your jaw, genuine curiosity in his voice as he asked, “What’s it about?”

Before you could stop yourself, you’d launched into the whole story. The characters, the romance, the action, the plot twists. You were passionate about books, about reading, and sometimes could get carried away before you even realized that you’d been ranting. Steve loved that about you, though. He loved the way your face lit up when you talked about books, and that was more than enough to listen to you talk about it for hours.

As always, Steve was listening intently, and couldn’t help but frown as you cut yourself off, realizing that you’d been rambling for a few minutes. Tilting your head back, you gave him a sheepish smile, “Sorry, I didn’t realize I was rambling…”

“None of that,” Steve huffed, arms sliding around your waist to pull your back fully against his chest, “I like listening to you talk about books. Actually, I just like listening to you talk in general.”

Your cheeks filled with warmth as you leaned into Steve’s touch, against his solid chest, “Oh, stop it.”

“I’m serious!” he protested, head dipping down to press a kiss to the crook of your neck, “You could talk for hours about, like, molecular biology, or something, and I’d be listening intently the entire time.”

Giggling, you twisted in his arms so he could see your face when you rolled your eyes, “You’re so full of it, babe.”

He huffed, hands moving so he could cup your jaw carefully, “Am not!”

“Okay, whatever you say,” you replied, leaning up on your toes slightly so your lips brushed over his. His thumb swept over your cheek and his lips pressed to yours, ignoring the comment. You could feel his smile against your lips, and you wished you weren’t holding the book, so you could hold him close instead.

You finally pulled back, though Steve pressed one last kiss to the corner of your lips. Turning in his arms, you placed the book back down in the spot you picked it up from. Steve’s eyebrows furrowed together, glancing down at you in confusion. You’d just talked about your love for the book for nearly five minutes, but you weren’t going to buy it? He voiced his concern, “What are you doing, baby? You’re not going to get it?”

Shrugging your shoulders, you slipped out of the space between Steve’s arms and the table you’d been standing at, “I shouldn’t.”

“Why not?” Steve asked incredulously, moving to grab the book for you, “You talked so highly of it, I think I need to read it.”

“Well, I already have a copy that you can borrow,” you grabbed at his wrist to stop him, “and besides, I shouldn’t be spending my money on more books.”

Steve stared at you for a few moments, your hand still grasping his wrist as he tried to decide what to do. He decided to nod, but promised himself he’d come back to get it for you later, without you knowing.

That had been a few weeks ago. And in that time, Steve had gone back to the bookshop on his own, and bought the book for you.

“Steve!” you exclaimed, hugging the book to your chest as you grinned at your boyfriend, “You didn’t have to buy this.”

“I wanted to,” Steve replied earnestly, feeling a bit of relief at the way you lit up again, and reached out to set his palm on your calf gently. “The way you talked about the book… you were just so happy. And I like seeing you happy. Plus, you said it was a special edition? Signed by the author and stuff? So I wanted you to have it.” His other hand had lifted, scratching at the hair at the nape of his neck; he was nervous for you to finally open the book.

“Thank you, Steve, really,” you sighed happily, keeping the book clutched to your chest with one arm, leaning forward on the other to press a kiss to his cheek.

A soft pink filled Steve’s cheeks at your action and he shook his head, “No need to thank me, baby. Open it up.” Your fingers slipped between the pages about halfway through the book, and you began thumbing through a few of the extras that had been promised in this edition of the book. Leg bouncing with jitters, Steve tried again, “You… you should, um, look at the first few pages.”

You gave Steve a bemused look, eyes narrowing at him slightly, but did as he suggested, and opened the book up from the beginning. There, on one of the first pages was an inscription written in what was unmistakably Steve’s messy handwriting. You couldn’t help the small gasp that escaped your lips as your eyes flicked up to Steve, who was smiling nervously, before you looked back down to read what he’d written.

He’d scribbled the date he’d written the note near the top of the page, followed by your name, and then his favorite term of endearment for you; one he saved mostly for special moments.

“My love,

I had to go back to buy this for you after seeing you talk about it. You know I’m not a big reader, but maybe we could read it together? I love you to the moon and back again. And again. And again.

Love,

Steve”

Your love for Steve in that moment was overwhelming, bursting in your chest as tears began to form at the corner of your eyes. You launched yourself forward, dropping the book onto the bed next to you in the process as you threw your arms around Steve’s neck, nearly knocking him off of the bed. His name came out of your mouth choked, into the crook of his neck, “Steve.”

Steve’s heart was beating wildly as one hand moved behind him to steady himself, the other wrapping around your waist, holding you as tight as he possibly could. Once he knew he wasn’t going to topple to the ground and bring you with him, he moved his hand to cup the back of your head. He turned his head just enough to nudge his nose into your hair, just above your ear, and murmured, “D’ya like it?”

You pulled back just enough to look at him, staring into his warm eyes as they searched yours nervously. Nervous still, even when you’d just thrown yourself at him. Letting out a shocked laugh, you swiped one hand under your eyes to wipe away a few of the tears as your other hand came up to cup his jaw, “Steve, baby. I love it. Thank you.” Your thumb brushed out over his cheek, over the little bit of stubble that was starting to grow, as you stared at your boyfriend for a moment, feeling like your heart was going to burst out of your chest. Leaning in, you planted a kiss squarely on his lips, soft but firmly as if to get your point across, “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he replied, response immediate, voice tender. The tip of his nose brushed against yours as he leaned in for another kiss that was nothing but smiles. After a moment, he added, “Could we read it together?”

“You want to?” you asked, heart fluttering once again as you lifted a hand to stroke through his hair and push it out of his face.

“Of course. You love it, and I wanna know more so we can talk about it. I’m just… just not very good at reading myself. I figured if we read it together, I’d like it more, and—“

“I understand. I’d love to read it with you, Stevie. It means a lot that you want to read it, too.”

Later that evening, wearing nothing but a pair of underwear and one of Steve’s old shirts, you crawled underneath the covers next to him, grabbing the book on your way. Steve was propped up against the headboard, holding his arm out towards you so he could move into his grasp. You settled into his side and his arm curled around your shoulders, pulling you into his bare chest. His fingertips grazed over your skin, just underneath the hem of the sleeve as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head, “Ready?”

“Are you?” you asked teasingly. Opening the book to the page Steve had written on, you swept your fingers over the writing as you read it one more time. Tilting your head back so you could glance up at Steve, you grinned, “Some guy confessed his undying love for someone on here. Cheesy, right?”

“Baaaabe,” Steve groaned, pressing his forehead against your shoulder as his cheeks flushed.

“I’m teasing, baby. I love it. I think my heart is going to explode every time I see it. I’m going to cherish this forever.”

Steve’s hand moved, palm cupping your bicep to squeeze it gently, “It’s true, you know. I love you to the moon and back again. ‘M glad you like the book.”

Pressing your head into Steve’s chest, you leafed through the next few pages, murmuring before you started reading aloud, “I love you, too, baby. And again, and again, and again.”

steve friends ily

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mimixmunson · 3 months

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Party Tattoos / Steve Harrington x female reader / one shot<3

CW- Mention of rough sex, non verbal reader, mentions of consensual impact play, mentions of bruising, BDSM, dom Steve Harrington x submissive female reader, mentions of consensual punishment and sexual aftercare

AN- Party Tattoos is a reference to Party Tattoos by Dodie

“Sweet girl, you did so well” Steve cooed into your ear, his gasp like breaths making the hairs on the back of your neck stand to attention. He proceeded to move down the bed, spreading your legs once more to clean the mess you both had made between your thighs. Taking extra special precautions to avoid grazing across your deeply overstimulated clit. “Almost done Princess, how ya’ feeling now?” All you could do was nod; he’d fucked your vocabulary out of you leaving you completely and utterly nonverbal. This wasn’t a new thing, every time you and Steve fucked, you’d be left a puddle of nerves. Running his fingers across your ass cheeks that were now painted a light pink colour, that was certainly going to turn into pretty bruises. “Took your punishment so well angel, so proud of you.”

He beamed; you always did love seeing the aftermath of your shared playtime. “Gonna have some more party tattoos on this lil’ ass baby” You grinned at his expression he regularly used for bruises; it should be illegal to be this cute you thought. Rubbing cooling lotion into your marked up skin he sniggered. “I can run you a bath or do ya’ wanna get in the shower with me darlin’?” He smiled softly at you, admiration in his eyes and you could see the smirk he was so desperately trying to hide, he was always so cocky after he made you cum, especially when it was as hard as you did just now.

Offering your hand to Steve, he helped you up onto your feet, “Let's go get you all cleaned up baby.” You smiled weakly, still coming down off your sex high. Mumbling sweet nothings to your dom as you walked to the shower, lifting your arms up so he could undress you once more. Steve kissed down your wrists to your biceps and neck and in each kiss, you could feel the words “I love you.” He hurt you so passionately, but the aftercare was always matched in energy.

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bleedingoptimism · 5 months

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It’s a little after eleven when Eddie finally manages to get Tarja to bed. It’s hard for her without her plushie. And really, Eddie is very thankful having a hyper-fixation with her toy seems to be the only ‘consequence’ of having divorced parents Tarja seems to have right now. He always worries if having two homes and constantly moving between them is good for her or not. Especially with Tommy being Tarja’s other dad, but against all odds, he’s good to her. So their kid is doing just fine. She’s happy. And if she’s happy, Eddie is happy.

He’s getting ready to open a beer and relax when there’s a knock on the door. He smiles, assuming is Steve bringing Toothless over and almost knocks his beer to the floor when he opens the door.

Steve looks… well he looks amazing, dressed to the nines. Must’ve been date night. But his eyes are red and puffy, his face covered in dark blotches, and his lips are swollen like he’s been biting them too much.

He’s hugging Toothless to his chest and he smiles at Eddie when he sees him, but he looks so sad it breaks his heart.

Eddie throws the beer behind him, sure it will land on the couch and cradles Steve’s face between his hands, “What did that asshole do?

Steve leans into his touch and shuts his eyes for a moment before sighing and stepping away from him, walking inside and sitting on the couch still holding Toothless like a lifeline.

“Nothing, he was just-” Steve shakes his head and chuckles darkly, “He’s just so mean,”

Eddie drops to his knees in front of him and dips his head to look Steve in the eye just like he did that day in the park.

“Break up with him,” he says.

“I can’t.”

“Tommy doesn't deserve you, Steve. You are worth so much more than what that asshole makes you feel. You deserve better. More. Everything,” Eddie pleads, placing his hands on Steve’s knees and squeezing, “If it’s because of Tarja, we’ll figure something out, ok? Lots of people keep in contact with their parent’s significant other after they break up” He rushes, the speech he didn't have quite prepared last week coming out of him in a single breath, “We are friends, right? So you can still visit and see her. Visit me. You don’t have to stop being a part of our lives.”

Steve is staring at him right now like Eddie just gifted him the moon and he’s so beautiful it’s kind of hard for Eddie to keep eye contact, but he squeezes Steve’s knees again to ground himself and does. Steve needs to know he’s very serious about this. About him.

Eyes shining, Steve takes a deep breath and nods slowly, a tear falling down his cheek that Eddie follows with his eyes and watches until it hides under Steve’s v-neck shirt.

“Hey, even I didn’t put up with Tommy's shit for Tarja’s sake and I birthed her,” he jokes awkwardly, trying to make him laugh and feels like doing a little victory dance when Steve snorts cutely,

“Okay,” he hiccups.

“Yeah?” Eddie smiles back at him, relieved.

“Yeah,” Steve sighs, “Fuck Tommy.” And drops back on the couch, looking exhausted, “Can I stay here tonight?” he asks in a whisper, like he’s afraid Eddie will say no. As if.

“Yeah, of course,” Is what he answers, and has half a mind to invite him into his bed but knows it’s a terrible idea. So he lends Steve his favorite flannel pajamas and sets blankets and a pillow on the couch and they say their goodnights.

And if he does a little dance when he closes the door to his room, no one is there to see.

In the morning, Steve stays for breakfast. And attempts to kill Eddie by making his heart explode, cooking it himself from scratch with Tarja’s help, who is so happy she won’t stop running around the kitchen making Toothless fly and sing about ‘happy family breakfast time’.

It’s actually hard to tell if she’s happier to have her plushie back or that Steve is there. Eddie, on the other hand, knows exactly what he’s happiest about. Death by tenderness. Is that a thing? He amuses himself thinking about a couple csi’s with sunglasses saying it,

“He died because he witnessed something too cute,”

“Ah yes, death by fondness. I’ve seen it before.”

After, Eddie walks him to the door and Steve smiles sweetly at him, and holds his hand, squeezing it once before letting go, “Well, see you. I guess,” he says bashfully and there’s a moment there, a second where time stops and Eddie thinks he should kiss him. Wants to kiss him, needs to kiss him.

But he doesn’t. Because Steve is still dating Tommy, and just because he said he was going to break up with him doesn’t mean he wants to start something new with Eddie.

Eddie himself called him his friend for the first time last night for christ sake. ‘Fucking chill’ he thinks to himself.

🧸

And then a week goes by without hearing a word from Steve. But Eddie doesn't hold it against him.

At first, he figures he needs time to think but then he starts to wonder if he really is going to break up with Tommy. Four days in, he gets paranoid about it. Maybe Steve got brainwashed into thinking Eddie is bad for him. Maybe Tommy told him Eddie was putting ideas in his head, that he shouldn’t talk to him anymore… With him telling Steve to break up with his boyfriend and all...

He’s well aware of how manipulative Tommy can be and has seen the way he belittles Steve to keep him around, so he knows it’ll be hard for Steve to actually go through with it.

And he can’t exactly show up at Tommy’s and steal Steve away, no matter how appealing the idea might be. The only thing he can do is just think of Steve, wish him well, and send him strength to do what he needs to do. At the end of the day, it needs to be his decision. His choice.

As Tommy’s week with Tarja approaches he starts getting more and more anxious, wondering if it’ll be Steve or Tommy who picks her up.

When the day finally arrives, and the doorbell rings, Tarja runs to open the door and Eddie peeks his head through the hallway.

“Daddy!” Tarja screams.

“Hey, Tata! You ready?” Tommy says and Eddie steps into the hall to greet him too.

“Not yet!” Tarja chuckles and Tommy smiles at her,

“Okay, go get ready. I’ll wait here,”

Eddie walks to the door and leans on the doorframe, “Hey,”

“Hi. Long time no see,” Tommy says and then adds, “You look great,”

“You don’t,” Eddie answers, because it’s true. He looks like shit. Greasy hair, bags under his eyes, chapped lips, wrinkles on his clothes, “What happened?”

“Steve broke up with me.”

Eddie’s eyes go wide and he smiles, he doesn’t even try to hide it, “He did?”

“Don’t smile, fucker,” Tommy says but there’s no heat behind it. He knows he deserves it.

“Sorry,” Eddie says, not sorry at all.

“Stop,” Tommy whines because Eddie’s smile is actually getting bigger,

“Sorry,” he repeats and then clears his throat, “Did he tell you why?”

“Because I’m a horrible person,” Tommy groans.

“Hey, the first step is to ad-”

“To admit it, yeah, yeah. I know” Tommy interrupts him, groaning again.

Eddie sighs, and punches Tommy’s shoulder lightly, “Look, Tommy, I’m just going to say this because, well… you are pathetic. You need to do better.” And then he points to his back, to where Tarja’s disappeared to get her stuff, “She’s going to grow up and realize you are an awful person and she’s not going to want you in her life. And I’m not going to dissuade her from it, because I already don’t want you to be in mine, you know that, right?”

Tommy looks at him seriously and then nods once, fast and hard. Like he gets it. Like he agrees and is determined to change. And Eddie hopes for Tarja’s sake he is. But knows, deep in his heart, that either way, she’s going to be fine.

“Also, just a heads up. I’m in love with Steve and I’m going to ask him out,” he adds in a rush when he hears Tarja running up behind him.

“You are shitting me,” Tommy whispers, shocked and clenching his teeth.

Eddie laughs, “Nope,” he says, closing his lips loudly around the P.

“Eddie,” Tommy warns him like he’s waiting for Eddie to say he's joking.

“What? I hear he’s single,” Eddie smirks.

“You motherfuc- Hey Tata!” Gathering Tarja in his arms, Tommy drops the subject but he glares at Eddie as he kisses Tarja’s cheek goodbye and murmurs ‘unbelievable’ as he’s leaving. Eddie closes the door and starts laughing at the look on Tommy’s face.

He needs to call Steve.

He tries a couple of times but he doesn’t pick up and he starts worrying Steve might not actually want to talk to him, and then there’s a knock on the door but Eddie, too preoccupied with his anxiety, opens without looking, thinking Tarja forgot something.

When he doesn't hear her, Eddie looks up from his ‘ignored calls’ screen to see nonother than Steve standing there, looking nervous and like a fucking dream with a bouquet of flowers in his hands. A fucking bouquet of flowers. For him. For Eddie. All different shades of red, because he knows is his favorite color.

Eddie just blinks at him a couple of times and Steve flushes even more and drops the hand holding up the flowers, scratches the back of his neck nervously, “This was stupid, the flowers were fucking stupid. They are stupid. I’m stupid, right?”

A laugh bubbles out of Eddie and he grabs him by the scruff of his shirt and pulls him inside. He closes the door once they are both in and slams Steve against it, crushing their lips together. Steve circles his arms around Eddie and holds him close, instantly returning the kiss with fervor.

They kiss as if it were fate. They kiss until it's hard to breathe and Eddie pulls away only to kiss him again, and again, and again.

“Not stupid,” he murmurs between kisses and feels Steve’s smile against his lips.

Eventually, Eddie takes a step back and lets Steve into his home properly, “Hi,” he says cheesily.

“Hi,” Steve says back grinning, then he lifts up the bouquet again, which is now completely ruined by him still holding it strongly while they made out like crazy, and his smile drops,

“Shit,” he pouts cutely, god Eddie wants to eat him. He laughs and takes the flowers anyway, putting them in an empty glass bottle, because he doesn’t own a flower vase, because he’s a normal human being. ‘Who the fuck owns a flower vase?’

“Come here,” he says, holding out both hands for Steve to take and follow him.

Steve takes his hands but doesn't move, instead swings them from side to side, “Wait, let's talk,”

Fuck, yeah. They should. That’s a good idea. Fuck. Damn, Steven Whatever-The-Fuck-Is-His-Middle-Name Harrington and his sensible and very logical choice…

Eddie huffs exaggeratedly making Steve chuckle and redirects them to the couch, where they sit still holding hands, “Alas,” he says dramatically, “You are right, we should talk. I actually wanted to ask you out properly, not debauch you the second you walked through the door. Sorry about that” he lies, not sorry at all, again.

Steve blushes and smiles, drawing little circles with his thumbs on Eddie’s hands, “Yeah me too. I wanna do this right. Ask you out. Go on dates. I think we should take this slow,”

Eddie makes a face and groans at that. He doesn't want to take it slow. He wants Steve to move in right now or something. Steve rolls his eyes amused at his interruption and keeps going,

“I came here to ask you out the right way because I want you to know I’m committed. But we should think about how this will affect Tarja… and Tommy too. We should go out a few times, spend some time alone, and I want you to meet my friends and my parents and I want to meet your friends and your uncle too and just do this properly and-”

Eddie interrupts him with a kiss, he can’t take it anymore, he’s been dying to kiss Steve for months now and he’s so sweet and thoughtful it makes Eddie insane, makes him feel like he needs to ruin him, but in a nice way, like with devotion and love.

Steve lets go of his hands to wrap his arms around Eddie’s waist and hoists him until he’s straddling Steve. Eddie leans his elbows on Steve’s shoulders, and buries his hands in his hair, pulling and messing with it.

“Okay but have you considered having hard, hot, wet sex, and then maybe we do what you said?” He asks panting against Steve’s lips and actually feeling how that punches the air out of him.

He hugs Eddie closer to his chest and whines, “Yeah okay, we can do it your way,” and gets up, lifting Eddie with him as if he were weightless. Eddie squawks and laughs all the way to his room.

🧸

They spend the week together, talking, eating, drinking, laughing and fucking. Except it’s more than that because when Eddie is inside Steve, with his tongue, his fingers, or his strap, it feels like more. It feels like love. Like fate.

Steve, still determined to take things slow, doesn’t stay there all the time, going back to Robin’s where he moved back to after breaking up with Tommy. He actually brings her over one day and the three of them spend the afternoon together. Eddie decides they are going to be best friends immediately because Robin is hilarious and merciless. When Steve gets back the next day he kisses Eddie so good and hard his knees almost give out on him and tells him he has Robin’s seal of approval. Something he knows Tommy never got.

When the week passes Eddie says goodbye theatrically as if they were cross-star lovers in a bad soap opera and Steve chuckles and calls him ridiculous but kisses him so passionately that Eddie drags him right back inside and they say goodbye again a few hours later.

They had decided to wait until Eddie talked to Tarja about her feelings over Tommy’s and Steve’s breakup and whether she still wanted Steve around or not before having him over again.

But when Tarja gets back home she’s gloomy and silent. She hugs Eddie in greeting when she arrives and then spends the rest of the day lying face down on the floor and occasionally sighing loudly, obviously trying to make Eddie ask her what’s wrong.

And really, Eddie shouldn't find it as funny as he does, but he thinks about calling Wayne and telling him he gets it now when Wayne used to tell him he had too much personality.

Eventually, he lies on the floor next to her and asks. Tarja looks at him with big sad eyes and says, “I haven't seen Steve in a million years! And Daddy said he is not his boyfriend anymore! So I’ll never see him again and I miss him”

Eddie coos at her, “I’m sorry you miss him little dragon, but you can totally see him again! Would you like me to call him? Since he’s my friend too?” Already trying to strategize on how to tell her they are more than friends.

Tarja lights up and jumps off the floor and onto Eddie, punching the breath out of him, “Yes! Yes! Call Steve! Steve smiles more when he’s with you than he did with daddy anyway. Why don’t you boyfriend him instead?”

Well… that was easy.

He chuckles and shakes his head, “That’s a great idea sweety, go grab my phone,”

Tarja runs and grabs Eddie’s phone off the table and hands it to him, he doesn’t bother getting off the floor so she kneels beside him listening attentively as he dials Steve’s number.

“Hi, handsome, you talked with Tarja already?” Steve greets him after it rings twice.

“Yeah about that, turns out Tarja talked to me, actually,” he chuckles, “Hi, by the way”

“Hi,” Steve repeats lovingly and laughs, “What do you mean?”

“She had this awesome idea!” he says winking at her and she covers her mouth with her tiny hands to hide her giggles, “That, since you are not with Tommy anymore, you should be my boyfriend instead,” he continues, voice going soft and chuckles when he hears Steve's breathless ‘oh’ on the other side of the line, “Come over?”

“Of course, gimme an hour? I'm with a client” Steve hums and Eddie whispers he’ll give him anything he asks for and hangs up.

An hour later Tarja is still lying on the floor, only now it’s with papers and crayons spread all around her when the doorbell rings. She looks up at Eddie excitedly and he nods at her, “Go on then”

Tarja runs to the door and opens it wide to reveal Steve standing there as beautiful as ever, giving Eddie a deja vu of the first time he saw him.

“Papa Steve!” Tarja yells and jumps up to hug him.

Steve gasps and falls to his knees with her in his arms and looks up at Eddie with shocked wet eyes.

‘So much for taking it slow,’ Eddie thinks with a smirk.

Fin.

☝️first part

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#stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #trans eddie munson #kid fic #i wrote something #i keep thinking about #you know how kid memories are weird and warped in your minds #i keep thinking about tarja being very much convinced that she is the one who got them to date just cause she suggested it to eddie #when she's older i mean #like they cannon convince her other wise she soooooo sure cause she perfectly remembers telling eddie to 'boyfriend' steve and that they #were not together before that #steve and robin think its hilarious #eddie hates giving her the credit #dunno if tommy gets a redemption ark but i imagine tarja and him have coffee from time to time and they catch up on their lives.#and tarja rolls her eyes a lot at him but he's not as bad as he used to be #its mostly like 'yeah yeah dad im sure tthings were different in your time sure'

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myosotisa · 3 months

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‖ tags: smut, monsterfucking, size kink, unprotected p in v or p in a (p in hole, if you will), praise kink, knotting, creampie, multiple orgasms, gender neutral reader referred to as 'baby' and 'honey', overstim if you squint

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“Honey, I'm – fffuck, I'm gonna –”

You grip his biceps tighter, cross your ankles, dig your heels into his lower back to keep him as close as possible. Shaking like a leaf, panting like an animal from your 2nd orgasm on his thick cock, you don't hesitate to beg. “Please, I want it. Want your cum, w-want your knot, please!”

He moans; a two toned sound of his voice pitching up in pleasure and the rumble of the growl on his chest. You can tell the moment he gives in to the release by the way his head starts to nod in agreement and the grip of his fingers presses in.

“Gonna give you what you want, baby, always gonna give you what you want,” he murmurs, almost mindlessly as the snapping of his hips into yours stutters and loses form. A few more moans and whines fall from his throat as his eyes squeeze shut – his cock kicking up inside you once, twice, and then you feel it.

The moment his nails dig into your skin, he swaps from thrusting in and out of your wet heat to a dirty roll of his hips against yours. The heavy knot at the base of his cock prods and presses against your entrance, the angle of his hips shifting and searching to try and get it inside you as his long groan turns to a whine.

Sometimes he's not able to knot you successfully, your body just not made to take the intrusion – but you want it so, so bad. Want him to plug you up with his cock and cum more than anything.

Maybe it's your determination, or maybe it's dumb luck, but his knot notches at a point that seems to make his animal instincts hone in. He rolls his hips into yours at the same angle again and again and again before it smoothly slips inside you.

You let out a hiss of pleasured pain at the sudden stretch at the same time of his sigh of relief, his expression switching from focused to blissed out as the last spurts of his warm come stay successfully locked inside.

After a single moment to recover, he's lowering himself on his forearms, draping his body over yours. “Did so good for me, honey, so perfect.” He breathes out hot air across the sweat rapidly starting to cool on your skin, making goosebumps appear that he presses open mouth kisses to.

“Thank you,” you sigh, happily dazed and comforted with the feeling of his skin against yours while you wind your fingers into the hair at the base of his neck. He shudders when you scratch your nails against the sensitive skin there, a shaky sigh leaving his own throat as he tilts down to nudge his nose against your throat.

“Careful,” he says with a breathless laugh, “keep doing shit like that and the knot will never go down.”

And maybe you're still cockdrunk, still lost in your desire when you purposely do it again, timing his shudder with a clench of your inner muscles around him. He makes a sound between a gasp and a whine, instinctively rolling his hips and shifting the knot swollen inside you.

“H–honey…” He warns pitifully, shifting his head back up to look you in the eye. When he sees the glazed over, smirking expression on your face, you feel his cock kick up again in interest.

“Maybe I don't want it to go down,” your voice is pitched low as you roll your hips up into his again, making both of you gasp as his cock shifts slightly and hits a different spot. “Maybe I want you to fuck me on your knot until you come again, over and over–” Your own filthy imagination makes you clench around him again with a gasp, your nails digging in to the nape of his neck.

He leans back, dragging you with him as he tucks his hairy thighs under yours and sits back on his heels with you still locked tightly in his lap. His hips mindlessly roll, his eyes locked on where you're connected as he watches the knot keep him from leaving your warm, wet hole while he rocks into you over and over.

You whimper, hands gripping his forearms now as you watch him watching you, your mouth hung open to take in air. You're so, so full – like you can feel it in your lungs.

His glance moves up to your face, his cock throbbing once more at the pleasure and want he sees there. “You’re,” he pauses to let out a shaky laugh, in disbelief and adoration. “Baby, you're insatiable.”

“Mhmm,” you hum, triggering him to pull your hips back against his harder, both of you moaning around the small shifts of his knot inside you. “Wanna stay here forever…”

“Fffuck,” he stutters, head tipping back as his face contorts into something that looks like agony. “It's really– We’re really going to be stuck here if you keep talking like that.”

He still doesn't seem to grasp how serious you are, how much you crave him. You purposely tighten around him, a pretty moan tumbling out of his swollen, pink lips before his wide eyes snap to you.

“Good.”

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strangersteddierthings · 1 year

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Shovel Talk(s) Part One

Part One 🦇Part Two🦇Part Three🦇Part Four

Steve and Eddie aren't even together when Steve gets the Shovel Talk from Eddie's uncle, but it is what tips Steve into talking to Eddie about his feelings, so he's not upset by it.

They aren't dating, not because he doesn't want Eddie, because he absolutely does. It's just that he wants to be sure Eddie wants him back. There are times when he's sure, when Eddie gets into his space a bit too close, or more often, than he does with anyone else. Eddie calls him a thousand and one nicknames, ranging from sweet to irritating but just when Steve thinks that's a perk left just for him, Eddie hands someone else a new nickname (just the one, a voice in Steve's head that sounds suspiciously like Robin says).

Not that any of that is the point. Wayne wouldn't bother to give Steve a shovel talk at all unless he knew how Eddie felt. Wayne is a man of action, and he's never done anything unless it mattered. Meant something. Steve and Wayne have sat in plenty of (what Steve considers to be) awkward silences because Wayne doesn't talk to fill the void of silence.

The point is, Steve drops Eddie off at the house the government so graciously bought for the Munsons, walks Eddie to the door and giving Eddie a hug goodbye. He stays on the porch until Eddie shuts the door and then nearly jumps out of his skin when he hears Wayne call out his name.

"Harrington," Wayne says from the shadows of the wrap around porch.

So, Steve jumps and it's only then he notices that Wayne is sitting at the table and chairs set up on the porch. "Mr. Munson, sir, hi. Hello."

Wayne lets out a chuckle, but it doesn't really sound amused. "I have come to accept that you are nothing like your father, boy, but I do want to make it clear to you, that Eddie means more to me than anything else on this Earth."

"I know, sir."

"I know you do. And while I will forever be grateful that you helped return him to me alive, know that I will not hesitate to make you disappear if you hurt my boy in a way he can't bounce back from."

Steve's not afraid of Wayne, not really, but that doesn't stop him from feeling the need to flee. He doesn't, though, because he'd gotten enough shovel talks from concerned parents in high school, and he knows they can sense weakness. "I can't promise I'd never hurt him, sir, but I can promise it'll never be intentional."

He can't actually see Wayne's face in the darkness but he feels sized up all the same.

"I believe that, Steve," Wayne says, and it's the first time Steve's ever heard his name leave the man's mouth, "now go home."

Wayne's shovel talk was expected. Robin's is not.

"You took Eddie on a date date?" She whispers it as though they aren't alone in Steve's living room. They're laying on the floor in a line, heads next to each other so if they turn slightly to the side they can make eye contact. Steve's not sure why they always end up on the floor for Serious Talk Time.

"Yeah," Steve says, looking away from Robin's face to stare up to the ceiling, "I mean, sorta? We can't like... be open that it was a date, but we went to dinner and a movie and it was nice. Shared a popcorn and played footsie under the diner table."

"Whoa," Robin says. "I never thought you'd- didn't think you'd be brave enough to ask him."

"Me either."

"Steve," Robin sounds serious, so Steve turns to look at her. She studies his face for a moment before she's the one to look away, speaks to the ceiling, "be careful with Eddie, yeah?"

"What? Careful how?"

"I just think you could really fuck him up," Robin says. "You're his first boyfriend, right? That's going to set a precedent for relationships that might happen if you two don't work out. And I hate to say this, because I know you've changed, but like, I saw how a lot of those girls you dated in high school ended up when you broke up with them."

Steve's a little hurt, because Robin's his best friend. She should be giving this talk to Eddie, not him. But, also, he understands. He knows that Robin knew about Eddie's sexuality before he did, knows they bonded over being queer while Steve was still figuring himself out.

Steve also knows that Eddie's never been in a relationship before, Eddie'd told him at much when Steve asked him out. Steve doesn't like that Robin implied that he and Eddie will eventually break up, but no matter how much that thought makes Steve's heart ache, he won't know if it'll happen unless it does.

He just doesn't understand why she seems to think he'll be the one breaking Eddie's heart. It could go the other way.

"Did you OD over there?" Robin asks, trying to lighten the mood.

"No," Steve answers, "I'll be careful."

They've been on four more dates before Nancy knocks on his door. She doesn't accept his invitation to come inside. Just starts speaking on his doorstep.

"As Eddie's Capital P Soulmate," is how she starts that sentence, and it makes something hurt deep inside Steve as he tries not to think about Robin, "I am obligated to remind you that I do own several guns now. And I don't miss."

"Jesus Christ," Steve says, because even Wayne was more subtle, "I got it."

"Good. I do know you'd never hurt him on purpose," Nancy says but Steve doesn't feel reassured.

He thinks that, if she really didn't think he's going to end up hurting Eddie she wouldn't have said anything at all. "Right."

"Well, good talk Steve," and then she's walking down the driveway and climbing into her car.

He closes the door and goes to the kitchen to get himself a beer, mostly so he has something to do besides stew in his emotions. He wonders if Eddie has been given the shovel talk, too? Maybe Robin did the same thing Nancy just did. Showed up unprompted, threatened Eddie with some sort of bodily harm, and then just left.

Steve grabs the phone and dials Eddie's number.

"Hello?" Eddie's voice greets him, albeit questioningly.

"Eddie, it's Steve."

"Oh, hello sweetheart," Eddie says, "are you calling for business or pleasure?"

Steve laughs, "business."

"Boo!"

"Listen, uh, I had a question. I just wanted to know if anyone's said anything to you. About us. Or, y'know, specifically about us and our relationship?"

"Uh, not really? A few congratulations, I guess. Why? Did someone say something?" Eddie's voice is level, almost too level, so Steve knows he's trying to keep cool.

"Oh, no! No! I mean, aside from the scary shovel talk from- Wayne, everyone's been surprisingly cool about it. Very supportive," Steve says and even though it's true, everyone they've told has been cool about it, it feels a little bit like a lie.

Eddie laughs, "I can't believe my uncle gave you a shovel talk! You know, I keep expecting to get one from Robin but so far nothing. She must think you're safe in my capable hands."

Steve is safe in Eddie's hand, he thinks, but that doesn't stop the sting that goes through him. "Of course, she does. You've been a perfect boyfriend."

There's a pause before Eddie's voice comes through the phone, soft and quiet, "I'm glad you said so. I want to be. For you."

"You're not allowed to say those kinds of things when you aren't within kissing distance, babe," Steve says, because if he doesn't add humor to this conversation, he's going to tell Eddie he loves him instead, and even Steve knows that saying that a month into dating is too soon, especially over the phone where he can't see Eddie's reaction.

Eddie laughs and makes kissing sounds at him before the conversation shifts to chatting about the day and making plans for the weekend.

Steve is trying really hard to not be the person he was in high school but every time he gets to the point where he's being a better person, someone brings up how he used to be. Shoves it back into his face that no matter what Steve does he can't outrun his past.

One such time is shortly after Steve and Eddie accidentally come out as a couple to all of Hellfire. Steve was just dropping off the boys and had stepped inside to chat a bit. Once game time had arrived it had and Steve made to leave, they'd (he and Eddie) had been on autopilot. Eddie'd whined 'where's my goodbye kiss?' and Steve had stepped over, kissed him goodbye, and was out the door before it had actually computed.

Steve had burst back through the door, rushing back to Eddie, because no way in Hell was he going to leave his boyfriend to deal with whatever the consequences would be alone.

It had been absolute chaos at the table with people shouting over each other.

"Of all the people you could be with, you picked Steve!? You could do better!" Mike had whined, and Steve had thought for sure he was the only one who had heard Mike until he saw Will punch his arm and hiss his own 'don't be a dick' at Mike.

It took almost half an hour to calm everyone down. It was a relief to know that Eddie had come out to his bandmates/the older Hellfire members already. The kids took it in stride, in the end, and Eddie had shoo'd Steve away.

Jeff had excused himself, too, and Steve thought he was just going to use the bathroom but instead he followed Steve outside.

Ah. Steve knows what's coming.

"Harrington," Jeff says, "can't say I'm excited that you're the secret boyfriend Eddie's constantly sighing wistfully about. I'm sure Wayne's already threatened you," And Robin, and Nancy, and Mike doesn't think he's good enough, "but if you hurt Eddie-"

"I get it! There will be dire consequences if I hurt Eddie," Steve snaps, not down for hearing it anymore. He stomps to his car and peels away from the curb without bothering to look back.

If he's being honest, Steve didn't even know he had a breaking point with shovel talks until he gets his fifth one from Dustin.

It's not even a shovel talk. It's just a single sentence, said almost a month after Dustin learned about their relationship. He's dropping Dustin off after their DnD game. Normally Claudia picks him up, but she's busy tonight and asked Steve to do it.

"Alright, Henderson, safely delivered."

"Thanks, Steve," Dustin says, unbuckles his seatbelt, and opens the door, before turning back to Steve. He just looks at him for a moment.

"What?"

"I'm happy for you and Eddie. Just, don't hurt him, ok?"

He nods his head but can't say anything. Dustin grabs his backpack, shoots him a smile, and climbs out. Steve does wait until Dustin closes the front door behind him before putting the car back in gear.

He manages to get home, somehow, because Steve doesn't fully remember the drive. It's not that his mind was so focused on something else that made him fail to take in his surroundings, but rather that his mind wasn't even a part of his body anymore.

One moment he was pulling away from the Henderson residence, and the next, he was home, just standing in his kitchen in the dark. And now that his thoughts are back, or easier to process, he finds himself wondering why everyone thinks that he's going to be the one to hurt Eddie.

How many people has he hurt that this is his reputation? Is it inevitable that he will hurt Eddie? Is it truly just a matter of time until he breaks Eddies heart? Why is everyone so convinced that he will?

Briefly the thought occurs to him that maybe he should call up Eddie and break up with him right now, before Eddie has a chance to get in deep enough that Steve could break his heart, but just the thought of it breaks Steve's heart, so he's not going to do that. Doesn't want to do that. That would just be punishing Eddie for something he didn't do.

None of this is Eddie's fault, and Steve's an asshole for even thinking of breaking up with him because of it. Which feeds him back into the loop of thinking that maybe everyone is right about him. He is an asshole and will someday hurt Eddie, perhaps even on purpose.

He loves Eddie. He's in love with Eddie. But does loving him mean proving his friends wrong? Or does it mean leaving him before they're proven right?

He wants to ask everyone why they think he'll hurt Eddie.

He wants to ask everyone why they don't care if he's the one that gets hurt.

#steddie #my fic #we like making steve a sad emotional mess right guys?#steve-centric #we gotta make the boy Sad so that his boyfriend can fix him #is that healthy? not IRL but this is fanfic and if i want Love to solve all the problems then im allowed to do that #only itll be in part two #that might get written one day #is steve putting words into his friends' mouths #yeah duh the boy needs therapy but its the 80s so hes not getting any

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