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Fic Recs (steve harrington)

just some of my favorite one-shots or series i’ve read on ao3 and few from tumblr. all works ranging from 1.5k to 30k+ i believe. 18+ readers!

some have a tumblr that i tagged, but others i couldn’t find . i am doing this on mobile which is a bit difficult haha! i read these all (except 2) on ao3 so the links will be ao3. i know some are here on tumblr but i didn’t realize till after reading and making this! <3

steve harrington

come home by @stevie-petey <3💕

-"come home to me, okay?"

"always," steve promises

in between saving will, then hawkins, then somehow the world, you fall in love with steve harrington.

(a stranger things rewrite).

dancing with our hands tied by @andvys

-You and Steve have never seen eye to eye, and it never changed, not even when you were pulled into a world of monsters and risked your life to save him. But tension had always been between you both, something that neither of you ever wanted to admit -- but how much longer can you take it when the pull between you gets stronger and stronger each second you spend by each others side?

paint me red by eddiemunsons ao3

-You're one of Vickie's best friends. Her girlfriend, Robin, is in need of a distraction for her best friend, Steve Harrington, who you vaguely remember from school. Which is where you come in.

i’m your idiot by thebestandworstdayofjune ao3 @thebestandworstdayofjune

-Steve Harrington has a way of worming himself into your heart, and social situations you had done your best to exclude him from.

small hands, big heart by finalgirlharrington ao3 @sexybabystevie

-Steve Harrington has a massive crush on you, but his recent lack of luck in the romantic sense has him stuck on how to make a move. Plus, something about you makes him nervous in a way he's never been – in a way he likes. His simplest solution? Flirting via the old 'comparing hand sizes' method.

promise by Harley_Honey_Quinn ao3

-Reader learns about Steve's feelings thanks to some Russian truth serum.

kiss me by @corrodedseraphine

-Your friend is desperately trying to find a person who will give him something more. Wanting to feel what it's like to be loved again and after many failed dates he gets the idea that it's time to go back to King Steve's famous tactics. Telling him that it's not the best idea gets you involved in a deal where you have to help him get another girl. Will helping the boy you're in love with turn out to be a good idea? Probably not.

every rose has its thorn by @corrodedseraphine

-Christmas is coming to Hawkins. It is a time of joy and forgiveness. It turns out that your sister's best friend is looking for a new place to live, and you happen to have a spare room in the apartment. It wouldn't be a problem if that friend wasn't Steve Harrington. A man whom the more you try to avoid even more often comes back like a boomerang.

hearts on the telephone line by t_lostinworlds ao3 @t-lostinworlds

-You thought Steve was okay dealing with a long-distance relationship after you moved for an exciting internship in New York. But you were proven so wrong when your boyfriend finally poured his feelings over the phone. Because distance wasn't making his heart grow fonder, it was breaking it.

competitively stupid by t_lostinworlds ao3 @t-lostinworlds

-It was stupid, jumping off a cliff just to prove that you were better than Steve fucking Harrington. But you were competitive. You were not losing to him. But you know what was stupider? For it to take a near-death situation for you both to confess what you truly feel for each other.

perfect blend by Your_Writer ao3

-No one likes their summer job. Working at a coffee shop was sticky, exhausting, and overall boring. In fact, the highlight of your day was the charming, gentle eyed sailor scooping USS Butterscotch just across the way.

the things we don’t say by rdrickheffley ao3

-Steve Harrington once was the bane of Y/n's existence. He had always been an arrogant asshole and a terrible kisser. She never understood how others fell for the boy's eye-roll worthy charm. Now it seems like he will do anything to prove her wrong about anything.

next time? by rdrickheffley ao3

-Three instances where Steve and reader find themselves in intimate situations.

candyfloss and confessions by ACourtofSnakesandStars ao3

-You’ve been in love with Steve Harrington for years, like every cliche come to life. You’ve battled monsters, found friends within kids with superpowers, and you even managed to graduate. Yet the one thing you’ve never been able to do, is tell Steve how you feel. But maybe you don’t need to wait any longer.

a night to remember by RaeWrites94 ao3

-Steve has to attend his 10 year high school reunion and somehow manages to convince you to go as his date and his fake girlfriend. You've had feelings for him for a long time, but figure, why not? You could probably survive an evening of pretending he liked you back and come out unscathed. Right?

with bated breath by brianmay ao3

-Rumors fly after you attend Steve Harrington’s party one weekend in September. Thinking they were his doing, you do everything in your power to avoid him, which proves easier said than done.

cross my heart (and hope to die) by @talesofesther

-Every time Steve gets hurt, you're there to help pick up the pieces; you just weren't expecting him to fall for you in the process.

tales of a love between the lines by @talesofesther

-Sometimes the thing we want most is right in front of us, and Steve might be just that for you; all you have to do is see what he’s been showing you for a long time.

love is easy by seidenbros ao3

-The day you wrote I love you on a post-it note before you'd said the words out loud, and it's the best note Steve ever got.

everything means nothing if i can’t have you by iridescentpetrichor ao3

-Steve and Y/N go on a double date to impress the other one, but it's only so long until the tension between the two breaks.

you’re not by frostandflames ao3 @frostandflamesfanfic

-The year is 1985, you're on a school field trip to cheer on Hawkins High at the championship game before spring break. When the game doesn't pan out as expected, you're even more surprised to discover the one and only Steve Harrington in only his underwear at your hotel room after being locked out by his teammates. What happens when the two of you have a little heart to heart?

last christmas by frostandflames ao3 @frostandflamesfanfic

-You and Steve had always been childhood friends-and remained that way. As Steve ping-pongs around in his relationship status, you have a hard time keeping your feelings to himself as Nancy surrounds his entire world. What Steve doesn't know is his relationship to Nancy may end your own with Steve.

the scoundrel and the princess by @mrshipsmcgee

-after an awkward run in with Tommy Hagan, Steve Harrington is invited to an awful party where he meets a beautiful stranger.

also have a ton under the (steve harrington x reader) on my blog! credit to the maker of the gif from pinterest!

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gabessock · 9 months

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AUGUST WEEK 1 RECS

if you want me to add a fic on this please comment :)

smut:

marriage pact by fantasylandloser , pt2

magic hour by stevenose

unholy by imjuststeddietrashatthispoint (gator tillman)

aftercare stevie by allsmilesreally7 (blurb)

bestfriend!stevexbestfriend!reader by purplehazed-h

redemption by eddiemunsons80sbaby

the wrong side of the tracks by schoopsahoy

just like heaven by ssweetleaf , pt2

fluff:

sparksfly (steves version) by ghost-proofbaby

series:

all i really want is you by loveshotzz (not finished)

dont call me ‘baby’ by katyswrites (not finished)

love story by forevermoreharrington (finished)

a friend from work by sammyboyimagines (finished)

dont delete the kisses by stevenose (not finished)

@fantasylandloser @stevenose @imjuststeddietrashatthispoint @allsmilesreally7 @purplehazed-h @eddiemunsons80sbaby @schoopsahoy @ssweetleaf @ghost-proofbaby @loveshotzz @katyswrites @forevermoreharrington @sammyboyimagines

#steve harrington #joe keery #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fanfic #stranger things #steve harrington fluff #gator tillman #gabessocks smut recs #gabessocks series recs #gabessocks fluff recs #fic recs

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augustslippedavvay · 2 years

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i dig your cinema (steve harrington)

masterlist ❈

summary: your boyfriend suggests you catch the 10:15pm showing of 'the lost boys' and parks at the back of the drive-in theater. you put the pieces together from there. author's note: i uhhhhhhhh got a little carried away with this lmao. also i don’t know if there’s a drive-in in hawkins but there is now i suppose i love reading fics where steve is the softest, sweetest boyfriend alive and lets his girlfriend get away with pretty much anything except for in the (metaphorical) bedroom. so. here is that. lmao. this is my first time writing him but it was so fun, he has such a specific attitude about him that is so satisfying lolllllll also, headcanon that despite his himbo reputation, steve loves all things horror and reads horror books and watches horror movies all the time. he consumes stephen king's books at an alarming rate

pairing: steve harrington x f!reader word count: 5k warnings: pwp, alternate universe: canon divergence, no spoilers, semi-public sex, car sex

cross-posted to ao3 <3

ALSOOOOOO everyone in this fic is 18+ - minors pretty pls dni!!!!!

The first thing you see when you unlock the front door to your apartment is the tanned expanse of your boyfriend’s bare back, a tea towel thrown over his shoulder.

Steve’s standing over the stove, cooking what you can only assume by the smell is some sort of meat. His jeans sit so low on his hips that you groan inwardly - it’s been a long day, and all you want right now is to sink your teeth into his tanned skin.

He hasn’t noticed you come in - you can hear his favorite mixtape blaring through his headphones from where you stand, him humming along to “I Want You To Want Me” by Cheap Trick - and you watch him as you shut the door behind you, toeing off your sneakers.

You walk up and shove a hand in the back pocket of Steve’s jeans, squeezing once, twice, then reach up to lift his headphones off of one of his ears. He doesn’t even flinch.

“Hey, hot stuff,” you murmur, leaning up to kiss his cheek. Steve looks over his shoulder at you and chases your lips, planting a few chaste kisses on your mouth. He pulls his headphones fully off to sit around his neck, easing the volume down.

“Hey, baby. You’re home early.”

“Yeah, they cut me loose at six today,” you say, rubbing your hands up and down his arms. “Whatcha cookin’?”

“Tacos. You hungry?”

“Mmm, yes,” you say, backing off to set your purse on the kitchen table and put your hair up in a ponytail. “Anything I can do to help?”

Steve turns to look at you, the pan in one hand and a wooden spoon in the other, stirring as he says, “I hadn’t had a chance to get any of the fixings out?”

“Ay, ay, captain,” you say, crossing the kitchen and opening the fridge.

“Thanks, baby.”

You fall into a comfortable silence as you pull everything from the refrigerator, setting it onto the counter on the other side of Steve and pulling two plates from the cabinet above you. He finishes up sauteeing the beef and turns off the burner, and you grab a hot pad from a drawer. He smiles at you and takes it from your hand, setting it down with the pan on top of it.

The two of you quietly build your tacos - his soft shell, yours hard - and occasionally bump hips, exchanging sly smiles. Your face flushes. Three years with Steve Harrington and he still gets your heart racing with just a look.

You take your usual seat at your table, and Steve sits next to you, so close that your knees are almost touching. You eat in silence, only whispering, “These are good,” to him with a small smile, and he knocks his knee against yours in thanks.

“Hey, you wanna go see a movie tonight?” Steve sets his taco down and sucks the pad of his thumb into his mouth, pulling it back out with a pop while you watch. “They got a 10:15 showing of The Lost Boys at the drive-in, I checked the paper.”

“Ooh, that sounds good. And scary.”

“Yeah, I figured we could pop some popcorn at home, take some blankets and snuggle up in the front seat of the car. I’ll keep you safe, cross my heart.”

You grin at him. “My hero. Count me in.”

The two of you finish up dinner and clean up after yourselves. You shoo Steve away when he tries to help you with the dishes.

“You cooked. Back off,” you say playfully, aiming a fork in his direction.

He holds his hands up in defense, then kisses the top of your head before hurrying off into your room. You hear the shower turn on while you’re tidying, and you turn and finish washing your plates, plus the pan and spoon Steve used to cook with, and put away everything else you used as fast as you can.

When you get back to your room, Steve is lying diagonally on top of the covers in only his briefs, a box fan pointed in his direction, tousling his wet hair, and you sigh at the sight of him. He looks up at you from behind the book he’s reading and raises his eyebrows.

“You okay over there?”

“You have, like, two seconds before I collapse on the ground in exhaustion, so make room for me right now, Harrington.”

“Oh, my God, you’re so dramatic. Get over here.”

Steve is grinning at you as he says it, though, and he watches you peel your work clothes off, down to your bra and a pair of cotton underwear. You ease yourself onto the bed, and he holds one arm out so you can tuck yourself into his side, your head on his chest, and he’s so warm and comfortable underneath you that you close your eyes and feel yourself relaxing.

“Are you gonna fall asleep?”

“No,” you whisper, but it’s not long until you’re snoring softly. Steve smiles and runs his fingers through your hair. He lets you sleep, only pulling his hand away every few minutes to turn pages on Stephen King’s Pet Sematary.

About 20 minutes before you have to leave, Steve sets the book down and gently peels you off of him - to only minimal protesting on your part, amended when he presses a soft kiss to the top of your head - and hops out of bed, pulling his jeans back on. Soon after, you hear popping from the kitchen. You smile to yourself and stretch, sitting up on the edge of the bed. You change into denim shorts and a sweater, grabbing one of Steve’s crewnecks for him, too, since he always forgets a jacket.

You walk out into the kitchen with Steve’s sweater in one hand and your slip-ons in the other, dropping them on the floor and pulling them onto your feet.

“Hey, sleepyhead,” Steve teases, looking up from where he’s watching the popcorn on the stove. “Did I wake you?”

You smile and shrug. “I needed to get up. Almost ready?”

“Almost ready,” Steve confirms, grabbing a Ziploc bag to put the popcorn in. “Salt? Butter?”

“Both, please. In excess.”

Steve obliges and when he’s finished, he seals the Ziploc bag and trades you the popcorn for his sweater. You take one last opportunity to run your hands over the bare skin of his back and torso, watch him shiver. He kisses you, then backs off to throw his own beat-up sneakers on along with the crewneck and then ushers you out the door, leaning back in quickly to flip the kitchen light off.

When he puts the car into reverse, you lean over and thread your hand through his hair, holding the back of his head as he turns to look over his shoulder.

“You’re touchy today,” Steve murmurs, and you shrug.

“You’re very touchable. What can I say.”

He smiles at you and kisses the palm of your hand before throwing the car back into drive and peeling out onto the street, which he does because he knows it’ll make you laugh, and he watches as you toss your head back and giggle.

You roll down the passenger side window and stick your hand out, feel the mild nighttime air between your fingers, then lean over and slip Bruce Springsteen’s Born in the U.S.A. into the tape player and skip to your favorite song.

Steve drives quietly the whole way to the theater, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel to the beat of ‘Dancing in the Dark,’ which you’re singing under your breath. This kind of companionable silence is one of the many reasons you love getting to spend so much of your time with Steve. When you talk, you can talk for hours without running out of things to say - but when one of you goes quiet, the other will follow suit, and it never feels strange, or awkward. It’s comfortable.

When Steve pulls the car into the entrance to the drive-in, he rolls his window down and smiles at the ticket seller, who blushes under his gaze. You smirk - you know that feeling all too well.

“Two for The Lost Boys, please,” Steve says, holding up two fingers, and hands her a ten dollar bill when she tells him the price. He gets a few bills back and some change, and he hands it to you, leaning forward so that you can pull his wallet from the back pocket of his pants to shove the money back inside.

“She didn’t even ID us,” Steve murmurs, and you start to laugh, handing him his wallet. He gives you a scrutinizing look. “What’s so funny?”

“Steve, she was too lost in your eyes to care whether we were underage.”

“Shut up, she was not.”

“She so was,” you say, and Steve groans. “You said four words to her and the poor girl was down for the count.”

Steve waves you off and pulls the car toward the back of the field, and you grin at him as he parks. He rolls his eyes and shakes his head at you.

“Were you planning on gettin’ some tonight, Harrington?”

“Don’t you give me shit for that. It’s the best spot to be parked, and you know it.”

You just keep smiling, your eyes roaming over his face. “Hey, if you were - who says I wasn’t, too?”

Steve raises his eyebrows at you and his lips part, like he’s about to say something, but you lean over to press a quick kiss to his open mouth and then pull the popcorn from your purse and open it, start snacking. Steve snorts and shakes his head again, reaching over to tune the car radio to the theater’s station for the movie.

“You are something else tonight, baby, you know that?”

You grin over at him and rest your elbow on the back of the seat, propping your head on your palm.

“Look at us, Harrington. We’re on a date. A cute little date, like we’re sixteen again.”

“I know,” Steve says, looking over at you and smiling. He grabs your hand and threads his fingers through yours, pressing kiss after kiss to the center of your palm. You grin and watch him, watch as his gaze comes up to meet yours, let him run his lips up your hand to your wrist, before you roll your eyes, take his face between your hands, and kiss him fiercely.

Steve sighs into your mouth and kisses you back for a beat, but pulls away when you start to run your tongue along the seam of his lips. “And you were givin’ me shit for parking us at the back of the field, you little minx! The previews haven’t even started yet!”

“Alright, alright,” you say, smiling and inching closer to him. You start to run your hand up his chest. “You caught me, Steve. I’ve been plotting to jump your bones since the moment I walked into our apartment after work today.”

“What did you in, baby?” Steve asks with a smirk. “Was it the jeans?”

You throw your head back and groan. Steve reaches over and squeezes your knee.

“Knew it.”

“They were so low on your hips, Steve - how am I supposed to resist that!”

“That’s the thing, sweetheart,” Steve murmurs, his thumb rubbing circles on the outside of your thigh. “You’re not supposed to.”

You sit there watching him for a moment, the way his tongue darts out to wet his lips, but the projector for your movie powers on just as you’re working up to make a move, illuminating the car completely, and it fully kills the mood. Steve huffs a sigh and pulls his hand away, and you turn to face the screen, which displays a message on a white screen welcoming you all, and informing you that your movie will start shortly.

“Baby,” Steve whispers, and you ignore him, rooting through your purse for your chapstick. Steve eyes your profile, and out of the corner of your eye, his lips curl just slightly, illuminated by the light of the drive-in screen. “Come over here.”

Steve laughs when your reserve falls and you all but scramble across the bench of his car. He puts his hand around your waist and helps you scoot closer, bringing his other hand up to cup your face. You’re pressed against him, your hip turned so that your left leg is up over Steve’s right. You glance at his eyes, then down at his mouth and back up.

Grinning, Steve tucks one finger under your chin and angles your face up towards him. “Your mood is rubbing off on me.”

“Yeah?” You bite your lip. Steve nods, then leans in to kiss you once, twice. He brushes your hair back from your face and holds you in his hands.

“We might have to do something about it,” he murmurs, his eyes roving your reddening face. “Does that sound alright to you?”

You nod eagerly, then rearrange yourself so you can easily slide into Steve’s lap. He brings both of his hands down to squeeze your hips, running them down your thighs and around to your backside. You lean your head into his neck and moan when he presses you down into him and you feel the drag of his hardening cock against the seam of your shorts.

You sit up to press your nose against his, waiting for him to lean forward and kiss you again, when the radio starts up, rolling on one of the previews set to play before the movie itself, and you both jump slightly, laughing into the space between one another’s mouths. Steve wraps his arms around your middle completely and pulls you flush against him, parting his lips when you press yours back to his so you can slip your tongue into his mouth.

One of Steve’s hands begins to wander, trailing up your back, then down and under your shirt to brush against the space right beneath your naval, making you shiver. He rubs up and down your bare thighs, squeezing gently, before settling against the zipper of your jean shorts. You pull away and watch as he undoes the button and zipper, then let out a loud groan when he slides his hand down into the front of them, pressing up against your clothed clit.

“You gotta be quiet, baby,” Steve murmurs, bringing the hand not currently between your legs up to push your hair back behind your ear. “Wouldn’t wanna get caught, would we?”

You shake your head and he smiles. “Good girl.”

Steve leans forward to press his lips to yours and kisses you again, but so chastely you could cry. You want him to kiss you, to open his mouth and devour you, and he smiles against you when he hears you whine, pulling back to look at you. He cups your face.

“Steve, I want –”

“I know what you want, but you’re gonna have to be patient, okay?”

You nod. He isn’t normally in the mood to tell you what to do - you’re usually the one bossing him around - but you love these rare moods of his. It’s so unbelievably hot.

Steve captures your lips with his again and the hand pressed against your cheek slides around to push into your hair at the base of your skull. He rolls his hips up into yours, which puts more pressure on the hand tracing circles around your clit, and when you whine, he grips your hair harder.

“That feel good, baby?”

You open your mouth to answer him, but he dips his hand into your underwear, so nothing comes out, and your eyes roll back into your head when he slips it down even further to slide between the seam of you.

“So fucking wet,” he mutters, and presses a kiss to your chin. “All for me, huh?”

“For you, Steve,” you sigh. “Yes, yes, all for you.”

His middle finger traces along you for a few moments longer, and he watches you close your eyes and hum, your head lolling to one side, before he presses it up, up, and sinks into you to the second knuckle.

“Oh, fuck, Steve,” you whine, shifting a little to try and take more of him, and he laughs at you, wrapping his other hand around your hip to still you.

“You really have been dreaming about this all day, huh?”

“God, yes, all day.”

Steve purses his lips. “Yeah?”

“At work,” you say, finally catching your breath, and wince when he curves his finger inside of you just slightly, “all I could think about was coming home to you, pressing you against the counter, and dropping to my knees for you. I don’t know what it was. I just couldn’t get you off my mind. And then I got home, and you were making me dinner, and you were wearing those fucking jeans so low on your hips. I couldn’t stop thinking about how I wanted to see the rest of your tan skin. I have been just aching for you, Steve, all day long.”

Your words send his heart down into his stomach, and Steve groans at the thought of his cock stuffed down your throat, but that was for another time. Maybe when you get home. The air between you sits charged while you silently try to work yourself down on his finger even further. Steve smiles softly at you, at the way your eyes flutter closed when he eases his finger fully inside of you.

“You’re so good to me, baby, you know that? What do you want? What can I give you?”

“More,” you groan, and Steve leans forward to press his lips against the curve of your throat. You bring one hand up and thread it through his hair, mussing it before gripping tightly. “More, Steve, please.”

“More of what?”

“You,” you sigh, and Steve laughs shakily.

“Alright, baby,” he breathes against the skin of your neck. “You can have more.”

Steve brings his mouth back up and gives you a searing, deep kiss, one that almost distracts you from the fact that he’s pulling his finger out of you and adding another alongside it. You moan at the feeling, and Steve takes this moment to slip his tongue into your open, waiting mouth. He starts to move his fingers in and out of you, and you vaguely register that the previews have finished and the movie has begun, but you honestly couldn’t care less. The only thing on your mind is the way the palm of his hand is pressed right up against your clit, and you grind down into him, panting as you work yourself closer to what you hope will only be your first orgasm of the night.

“Look at you,” Steve remarks, chuckling. “I don’t even need to do any of the dirty work, do I, sweetheart? Are you gonna make yourself come? Hm?”

You nod and your hips stutter when he starts to curl his fingers in towards himself, pressing on that spot inside of you that makes you see red.

“Good thing the windows are fogged up, huh - we wouldn’t want anyone to be able to peek in here and see you looking like this, hm? You’re a mess, aren’t you, baby? Fucking yourself on my fingers like that.”

You lift your hips up, feel his fingers slip out of you almost to their tips, before you sink back down onto them, repeating this motion until you feel the knot in the pit of your stomach start to tighten. Steve winds his fingers into your hair again and pulls until you’re looking him in the eye. He groans and stretches his fingers out, pressing you open, then curls them again, working that spot until you’re panting and writhing in his lap. When your eyes flutter closed, he tugs your hair, forcing you to open your eyes again.

“I want you to come,” Steve whispers, glancing down and watching you drag your hips along his hand, then back up to look you straight in the eye. “I want you to come, sweetheart, because I want to fuck you so bad.”

You cry, “Fuck, Steve,” and your thighs start to shake when he curls his fingers again, this time stroking in quick succession until you come, hard, so hard you fall forward onto his chest. You tuck your face into his neck, and you clench around his fingers while he runs his hand through your hair.

“That’s it, fuck, baby, come for me.”

Your head rolls back, and Steve claps one hand over your mouth when you start to get a little too loud. His lips press against your ear, whispering, “Shhh, it’s okay, pretty girl, it’s okay, I’ve got you,” until you come down from your high. You whine softly, so he pulls his hand from your mouth and presses it gently to the side of your face.

Steve removes his fingers from inside of you and you cry out, sit up a bit to look down and watch him, your gaze dragging up to his face as he slips both fingers he was using to fuck you into his mouth and moans around them. Fuuuuuuuck. His lips are so swollen from kissing you, and you can only begin to imagine what you must look like to him. He smiles, pulls his fingers out of his mouth with an obscene pop, and slides his hands under your shorts, beginning to push them down and off your hips.

“Steve, what are you doing,” you laugh, leaning up further onto your knees so he can work your shorts down your thighs. He cups your ass and nudges you forward, so that your top half is practically in the backseat. “Steve!”

“You’re fine,” Steve mutters, smacking your backside playfully. You gasp and he takes your shorts the rest of the way off, leaving you in only your panties, and you sit back in his lap. You can feel how hard he is for you inside of his jeans.

“You could have asked,” you protest, holding his face in one of your hands, your thumb pressed into his cheek.

“It was faster that way,” Steve says, lips pursed, smirking as he grabs your hand and guides it down to the button of his jeans. You scoff, then pop it, dragging his zipper down so slowly you hear his breath catch in his chest. You push your hands up under his sweater, rake your nails up and down his torso. Steve lifts his arms so you can rid him of his top, and you immediately lean forward to press soft kisses to his chest, pressing your hands into his warm skin. He huffs a sigh through his nose, so you pull back to look at him.

“Who’s impatient now?”

You laugh when he rolls his eyes at you. The two of you sit quietly for a moment and you eye him appreciatively as the light from the screen casts him in a soft blue haze. You want so badly to reach out and run your fingers over the freckles that cover the apples of his cheeks.

“You look so pretty right now, baby.”

“You should see yourself,” Steve breathes, hands gripping your waist, smiling up at you. You snort.

“Flattery will get you everywhere, Harrington,” you whisper, and he smugly responds, “I know,” but cuts himself off when you reach into his jeans to pull his thick cock from his underwear. He groans at the feeling of your hand tight around him, whispering, “Oh, fuck,” and bucking his hips up when you flick your thumb over the tip of him. You work him for a few moments, leaning down to spit, using your hand to spread it over him. Steve starts to pant and a deep red flush rises on his cheeks, spreading down his neck and onto his collarbones.

Lifting your hips, you help Steve work his pants and his briefs down his thighs until he’s bare before you and able to spread his legs a little. As you hold him in place, your panties pushed to the side, he guides you down. You feel him press against the seam of your cunt.

“God, fuck,” Steve mutters, hips stuttering, the head of his cock pressing further into you. “You’re so wet. So soft.”

You sit down further and groan at the way he slides right into you with no resistance. Once you’re fully seated, you feel so, so full. He’s so big, and it always takes you a few moments to get used to the stretch. Steve watches you catch your breath, his own hitching when you clench around him.

“I feel you,” you pant. “Steve, I feel you everywhere.”

Steve groans and both of his hands go straight to your hips, squeezing gently. You lean back and rest your hands on the tops of his knees, your back pressing against the steering wheel, and ease your hips up an inch, two, before settling back down, gasping when your clit rubs against his pelvis. He brings one hand around and under the front of your shirt.

“I feel me, too, baby,” Steve pants, pressing down on your stomach, and you whine when he slides his hand down to work at your clit, his thumb brushing over it with just enough pressure to make a difference, making you cry out. “You’re takin’ me so well, sweetheart, God, you feel so good around my cock.”

You want to cry at his words - they send a knot of pure pleasure straight into the center of you. Using all of the strength you have left in your thighs, you rock your hips over and over, pushing yourself up so that only the tip of Steve’s cock is still inside of you, waiting there until he grabs your hips and hitches you down himself. He keeps his hold on you, guiding you up and down, helping you fuck yourself on his cock. After a few more moments, you feel him twitch inside of you, his grip on your hips getting tighter and tighter.

You lean forward to press your mouth against his shoulder. “Are you gonna come, Stevie?”

He laughs breathily at the nickname and nods, turning to kiss the side of your head. “Yeah, you got me pretty close.”

“You gonna come inside me?”

“Fuck, baby, if you want me to,” he pants, and you feel him twitch inside of you again.

“Want you to,” you whisper, easing yourself up out of his grip and then down fully onto his cock, shifting your hips so that your clit drags against the flat of his pelvis again. You bite your lip. “Want you to fill me up, Steve. Want to feel you slipping out of me later tonight.”

Steve nods, groans, “Jesus fuck,” and braces one elbow against the driver’s side door, his other arm coming around to hold you in place. He starts to fuck up into you, hard, short strokes that drive the air right from your lungs, and as his hips snap against yours, you fall forward against him. The best you can do in this moment is to try to hold yourself up, your hands braced on his chest, while he fucks you so hard you can’t see straight. You curse and bring one hand down to rub your clit, and Steve groans.

“Are you gonna come again, baby?”

“Not until you do,” you pant, forehead pressed against the hollow of Steve’s throat. “Not without you.”

“Fuck,” Steve says and throws his head back. He pushes himself a little harder, fucks you a little faster. You keep working your clit until you feel your orgasm overtaking you, and you angle your head up to bite at Steve’s throat, clenching around him one last time before you feel him stiffen underneath you. You rock up and down, easing him through his orgasm, pressing soft kisses along his throat and panting open-mouthed against his skin when you start to come, too. Steve snakes his hand down underneath yours and takes over on your clit, prolonging your orgasm, feels you tighten around him until you’re practically begging him to stop touching you.

“Oh, god,” he groans, giving one last buck of his hips.

Steve stills, panting, softening inside of you, and when he pulls out of you, you cry out, overly sensitive. He pulls your panties back over to cover your cunt, then shakes his head and places his hands on both sides of yours, angling your face up so he can kiss you softly. He brushes your hair out of your face and kisses your forehead. “You good, baby?”

You hum and nod, bracing yourself against his chest. Steve leans over and grabs your shorts, helping you off of his lap and handing them to you. He pulls his pants back up, grabs his sweater, and glances back out the windshield at the screen.

“We’re gonna have to come see this movie again,” Steve says absentmindedly, his hair sticking straight up, a result of your hands tugging on it. You reach over to press it down and he bats your hand away playfully, looking over at you. “I don’t think I’m really following what’s happening.”

“I wonder why,” you snort, pulling your shorts back up your legs and buttoning them. You turn back to Steve in the driver’s seat to find him staring at you, a tender look in his eyes. “What?”

“Nothin’,” he says, pulling the sweater back over his head. “I just love you.”

Your heart stutters in your chest. “I love you, too, you softie.”

“Now,” Steve says, clearing his throat and clenching his hands around the steering wheel. “You wanna finish this movie, or should we…?”

“...Go home so I can jump your bones again?”

“Yeah, that.”

“I think,” you say, leaning over to kiss him on the jaw, “that you should get us the hell out of here before I start taking my clothes back off.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Steve grins, turning to look out the rear window and throwing his car into reverse.

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sunshine-daisies-library · 4 months

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ghost of you | steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: steve harrington comes to the realization that he needs you more than anything. if only he had come to that realization before he lost you forever.

warnings: breakup, angst, drinking, depression, hopeful ending

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author's note: this fic is based off ghost of you by 5sos, and i hope you enjoy it! i started writing this like back in february and just decided to finish it up now, so there might be random gaps in there just lmk lol. if you'd like a part two, let me know!

Steve couldn’t sleep as well as he did before. Weeks of tossing and turning could no longer be blamed on a supposedly lumpy mattress. Dustin and Robin had told him time and time again that if he wanted a new mattress he could simply buy a new one. But the mattresses at the store were missing something. They didn’t come with the faint smell of your shampoo, or the wrinkles in the sheets from when you last slept over.

Nearly two months had passed since you were here, yet everything remained the same in Steve’s bedroom. Your side of the bed was untouched. No matter how much Steve insisted he was getting over you, he still refused to sleep on your side of the bed.

Steve rolled out of bed and dragged his feet down the stairs. The floors creaked with every heavy step until he made it down to the kitchen. Dust coated the countertop from lack of use aside from a plate of uneaten food here and there. Robin always made sure Steve had food - she’d stop by the local pizzeria at times and buy him a slice. But as soon as she’d leave, he’d push away the plate and go back to bed.

Steve sat down on the barstool and sighed to himself. To his right sat a half empty cup of coffee. There was nothing special about the cup, it was just a blue cup with a faded “world’s okay-est dad” printed on it from the kids last holiday. But to Steve, it was your cup. Your lipstick was still stained on the rim, faint but still there. God, you didn’t live together officially back then, yet you had designated the left side of the bed and Steve’s yellow sweatshirt as yours, not that Steve minded, though. He loved you, adored you, even.

If only he told you that when it mattered most.

–

Steve wasn’t sure why he gave into Robin and Nancy’s idea. Perhaps it was because he was such a pushover for the kids, that nature transferred to them as well. Nonetheless, Steve was heavily regretting it.

Now, all of Steve’s house was being deeply cleaned to a near perfect state. Nancy suggested throwing a party to get Steve “out of his funk,” as she put it. Anything to help improve his mood, but in reality Steve wanted to do anything but party. He couldn’t when you weren’t by his side, making sure he didn’t drink too much or that he had enough water and food in his stomach. Not when you weren’t pulling him to the middle of the room to dance like no one was watching, or whispering in his ear that you had enough socializing for one night. Those moments, he would look into your eyes and not break away when he called out to everyone that the party was over. Because you were everything to him and anything you said goes. That is until he broke things off with you.

Why did he ever end things?

Steve’s mind was racing as he absentmindedly swept the living room floor, dust accumulating at his feet. He didn’t hear Robin’s voice calling out to him until she was literally in front of him, shaking his shoulders. The boy snapped out of his thoughts, flinching at his friend’s rough shaking.

“Jesus, Rob,” he shook his head. “What do you want?”

Robin rolled her eyes at his hostility and crossed her arms on her chest. “Nancy called,” she deadpanned. “She did the laundry and found a bunch of old crap. She wants to know if she can throw them out or donate them.”

Steve sighed, running his fingers through his uncommonly flat, greasy hair. He had forgotten to shower -once again- but he made a mental note to do so once he finished cleaning the house. “It’s probably my mom’s stuff. I’ll go down to check it out.”

Handing the broom and dustpan to his friend, Steve casually walked downstairs to meet Nancy. And at that moment, he felt as though his entire world collapsed in front of him. In a way, his world really did.

Nancy was crouched by the dryer, folding clothes and sorting them as she pleased. At her side was a lime green basket full of Steve’s old sweatshirts and jeans he once had haphazardly strewn across his bedroom floor. Sitting on top of the pile was a faded black Led Zeppelin shirt. The design was barely there anymore, and you could barely make out the words on it. But that didn’t matter to Steve. That was your shirt and not Nancy’s to touch.

“Hey Steve,” she greeted without looking up from her work. “I set aside a pile of–”

“What did you do?” Steve yelled, his voice raspy and broken from lack of use. He scrambled to the ground and reached for his band t-shirt. The worn material was thin and frail in his hands, almost to a point where he could pull a thread from the hem and the entire shirt would fall apart.

Nancy shot up in alarm, not expecting his frantic reaction. “I-I did the laundry-”

“NO!” he cried out. He brought the article of clothing to his nose, desperately trying to smell you, find you, in the shirt but to no avail. All that he could smell was the stupid detergent from the convenience store.

Tears streamed down his face and onto the cotton, quickly absorbing it and darkening the shirt color. “That was all I had of her,” he sobbed. “How could you, I-I”

Robin ran down into the laundry room at the sound of Steve yelling. “What’s going on here?” she called, racing to meet her friends. “Nancy what happened?”

The poor girl only shrugged her shoulders. “I was just finishing up the laundry and Steve flipped out. Something about a memento?”

Robin stared down at the broken man before her. She could barely recognize him anymore. He was a wreck without you. “y/n’s shirt,” was all Robin could say.

Closing his eyes, Steve could barely make out the image of you in the rain. You had yet another quarrel with your family and ended up at his doorstep. The fuzzy memory replayed in his head, how you were out of breath from running across town to him, looking for him. How he held you the entire night while you wore that shirt since your original clothes were wet and muddy. You clung to him as if he were your lifeline, and he held you with the same regard. They always said you two were too young to know what love felt or meant. No one understood or felt your hurt the way he did. That’s what made you perfect for each other.

And that’s what made you each other’s poison.

–

The debacle was resolved once Steve had fallen asleep in his room, locking himself away for the rest of the afternoon until cleaning had completed. Robin had consoled Nancy after she kicked herself for her mistake, but there was nothing that could be done afterwards. Something Steve had forgotten was that they had lost a friend as well. If he wasn’t your person, Nancy was, the girl glued to the hip wherever you went. And Robin was a little sister to you, the kids, too. You were an essential part of your little group. And now you’re just gone.

Soon enough, the party started and the Harrington Manor was filled to the brim with drunk high school students or popular has-beens. No one quite knew how they managed to get in, but no one stopped them or cared for that matter. It was a long shot, but Eddie, Nancy, and Robin were grasping at straws to get their Steve back. If a party to reminisce old times brings back his cheerful spark, then they were willing to buy all the booze Hawkins could supply.

Steve stood by himself in the corner of the main room of the house, nursing his third can of beer of the hour. He was silent, despite the many people coming up in their drunken stupor to greet the supposed host of the party. All he could manage was a fake smile and nod to bore them off.

All of a sudden, he caught a glimpse of a familiar color of hair. He whipped his head around to follow the shadow, only for it to disappear into the crowd. Steve hurried to push through waves of people dancing to music Steve could only describe as pure trash, to find what he was looking for. After all, could it be? After two months, could a party bring you back to him?

“y/n!” Steve shouted out, his voice drowned out in the blaring music. “y/n!”

The shadow did not stop, but neither did Steve. Steve followed it to the backyard, shouting and stumbling as the alcohol in his system began to take over.

“Steve!” a voice shouted behind him. Steve finally stopped to turn around and see Max staring back at him in disbelief. “What the hell are you yelling about?”

Steve’s hands trembled as he grabbed Max’s shoulders. “y/n,” he whispered. “I saw her, I swore I saw her here. She was right there, I-”

“Steve,” Max sighed. “She’s not here. She never was.” The teen pointed out at the garden and pool, seeing no one in sight. Truth be told, absolutely no one was there. Not in the party, nor the backyard. Steve’s grief had taken him by storm. Max feared the worst for him.

–

The party finally ended in the early hours of the morning. Steve woke up on the sticky floor of his manor to the sound of his doorbell ringing. The night was a blur to him. He could barely recall when the party started, much as when it ended. There were flashes of blaring lights and music in Steve’s intoxicated mind. His friends had tried to stop him from drinking himself stupid. At one point, Eddie had to catch him off the kitchen counter when he thought he could crowd surf. To put it shortly, his friends had gotten extremely upset with him and left not long after. Not that Steve cared, though. The alcohol in his system and neverending dread prevented him from caring.

“I can’t keep doing this anymore, Steve,” Robin had yelled over the loud music. Their friends nodded solemnly behind her. “We can’t keep letting you sulk and drink yourself to death. But we can’t help you when you can’t help yourself.”

“Like I care,” Steve slurred, stumbling over himself. Trashy beer dribbled down his chin, onto his expensive sweater. “I didn’t ask you guys to help me. I didn’t ask you to wash her shirt, or clean her side of the bed. I didn’t ask you to help me forget her.”

“We aren’t telling you to forget her,” Dustin sighed for the millionth time that night. “We just want you to go back to normal.”

Steve plopped down against the wall, his head creating a thud noise against it. “How can I?” he began to cry. “I see her everywhere. It’s like her ghost is still here, dancing through the house.” His friends stared down at him feeling absolutely helpless. The young teens watched pitifully. Steve was their rock throughout it all. He was the strongest person they knew, but now he was broken in a million pieces and there was nothing they could do.

And now, Steve clumsily stood up and kicked around empty beer cans as he approached the door.

“Alright,” he grumbled, thinking it was one of his friends. He knew he had to apologize for the things he said that night, but he was hoping he’d get a chance to get over his hangover first.

The doorbell rang one more time, causing Steve to wince at the pinging noise. “I heard you the first time, for fuck’s sake,” he yelled out. Unlocking the door, the door swung open to reveal not Nancy, or Dustin, or even Robin for that matter.

“Stevie,” you whispered, teary eyed. You were wearing his yellow sweatshirt and hadn’t changed a bit. From your hair to your stature. You were still his girl.

“y/n,” Steve gasped out.

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i always have horny steve thoughts he was my first love 💔 i don’t know why but he feels like a praise guy yk yk??

-in heat

steve was one of my first loves too! one of the firsts i wrote for when i joined tumblr! thank you so much angel, enjoy! *mdni!!*

steve looks down at you, jaw slack, breathing hard while his fingers tighten in your hair. your nails dig into his thighs as spit and precome spill from the corners of your mouth

“god,” steve grunts through gritted teeth and rolls his hips forward, forcing his cock further into your throat, “takin’ me so well,”

softly, you whine around him before tracing the tip of your tongue over a vein that runs from the base of his cock all the way up to the head

you stay still, letting him fuck himself into your mouth, though his hips have lost their rhythm and he’s twitching between your lips, “so fuckin good,” steve pants, tilting his head back

his hand in your hair presses down, his balls bump your chin as you gag slightly around him, “fuck,” steve drags the word out, feeling the way your throat closes around him

he presses down until your eyes clamp shut before roughly pulling you off of him, “c’mere pretty girl,” he mumbles, pulling you up from the floor, his free hand resting loosely on your neck

“steve,” you whimper, letting him pull you towards him, his lips pressing against yours immediately

it’s messy, your lips are wet, swollen and sensitive but steve knows that, dragging his teeth over your bottom lip so your mouth opens, a high pitched whine being muffled by his tongue

his hands grip your hips, pushing you backwards slowly until your legs hit the edge of the bed, “in front of the mirror,” he mumbles against you as you tumble backwards

your back hits the mattress with a slight bounce, “what?” you ask, your brain not able to register his words as quickly as you’d like it to

steve stands over the edge of the bed, a slight smirk pulling at his lips as he bends, hands returning to your hips, “i said,” he huffs, kneeling on the mattress as he manhandles you, “in front of the mirror, honey”

“oh,” you breathe, letting him push on your back until you’re on your hands and knees. in the mirror you can see him behind you, his eyes focused on your glistening pussy

“so pretty,” he hums, dragging a knuckle through your folds until he’s pressing against your clit. you whine and arch your back, pushing back against the pressure, “what do you need, pretty baby?”

“you,” you sigh gently, letting your fingers grip at the edge of the blankets. his knee bumps between yours, spreading you open for him, “please,”

finally, steve meets your eyes in the mirror, “need it so bad, huh?” he teases, that smirk still playing at his lips, “take what you need baby,”

his arms cross over his chest causing you to whine but steve just pouts, condescendingly, while he shrugs his shoulders

you reach between your legs, wrapping your fingers loosely around his wet cock before guiding it towards your entrance. you push back, letting the head stretch you open

“fuck,” you whimper, planting your hands back onto the mattress. steve grunts, watching you work your way backwards, watching his cock disappear into your pussy

eventually, your ass presses against his hip bones, feeling him impossibly deep inside of you, “good girl,” steve growls, pressing his hand against the dip at the base of your spine, keeping you in place for a second

without warning he pulls back before slamming back into you, “oh my god,” you cry out, the air in your lungs getting punched out as your arms wobble and then crumble, your chest pressing against the mattress

“look at you,” steve pants, watching you in the mirror as you bounce back onto his cock, “prettiest little thing i’ve ever seen”

he grabs at your wrists, gathering both of them into one of his hands, pulling harshly, “steve,” you whimper, tears flowing down your cheeks as he splits you open, “feels so good,”

“yeah?” he huffs, leaning back slightly to fuck up into you, “you feel so good, wet and tight, like you were made for me,”

the slight change in angle pulls you up from the mattress, allowing steve to watch your tits bounce, his free hand snaking around your body

his fingers pinch at your nipple, “so perfect,” he moans when you do, adding to the obscene noises your cunt is making, your slick soaking your boyfriends thighs

steve yanks on your wrists, hard, pulling you back until you’re against his chest. the hand that was on your tit slides upwards to your neck, his fingers pressing in as you gasp, head tilting back against his shoulder

he throws his other arm around your waist, fucking up into you with earnest, “look,” he orders, forcing you to look at your reflection

“m’ looking,” you whimper as he kisses up your neck, teeth grazing over your earlobe

“do you see it?” he asks, tightening his hand around your neck ever so slightly. he slows down, barely pulling out of you, instead just grinding against your ass

you swallow thickly, throat still coated with his precome. your nails dig into his wrist, “see what?”

steve moans into your ear before resting his chin on your shoulder, his eyes searching yours, “see how perfect you are, look at you,”

he pauses for a minute, shamelessly letting his eyes roam over every part of your body. every mark and freckle, lingering on the hand shaped bruise on your thigh before flickering back to your face

your cheeks are red, raw from salty tears, your eye lashes are wet and clinging to each other. a high pitched whimper escapes from between your lips

“taking me so, so well, you were just made for me weren’t you angel?” steve mumbles slowly, repeating his earlier words, starting to look as fucked out as you are

his hips start to move faster with each word, “no one else could ever take me this well, pretty little pussy, my pretty little pussy,”

the tip of his cock drives into the spot inside of you that spreads a heat in your stomach, “gonna make me come,” you moan, pushing back as he thrusts into you

you know steve is as close as you are, his cock twitches inside you, veins pulsing against your walls, “you deserve it, did so well for me"

his hand leaves your hip, fingers ghosting over your skin as he trails downwards. you jerk as he presses against your clit, rubbing circles over the sensitive bundle of nerves

“fuck, m’gonna come,” steve whimpers, his hips faltering when you clench around him, “gonna take it aren’t you baby?”

you nod, trying your absolute hardest not to come until he does, knowing he likes it when you wait

“yeah?” steve grits, his tongue darting between his lips momentarily, “yeah, fuck, you always do, so fucking good f’me,”

in the mirror, you watch his reflection, red splotches start to cover his shoulders and neck, “please, oh god, please, pl-”

“okay,” steve rushes out, “come for me, now, come” he grunts, thrusting into you and staying there, come spilling from his cock as you clench around him

your orgasm rips through your body, leaving you shaking in steve’s arms as your cunt spasms, “oh my god,” you whine, shuddering as steve’s come floods your pussy, spilling out where you’re still stretched around him

gently steve leans forward, his hand planting into the mattress as he lowers your body onto the bed, his forehead resting against your back, lips trailing over the dip in your spine,

“so fucking good for me,” he whispers, “so good”

thanks for reading! remember to like! reblog! and comment! i’ll give you a smooch if you do, ily !! send prompts to my ask box!

a/n i haven’t written for steve in SO long i’ve missed him omg

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backstage girlfriend

third day of blurbs and i hope you’re not bored yet because this is a collab with my babie @astranva we really hope you like this <<3

backstage girlfriend masterlist | my masterlist

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yourinstagram unbothered. moisturizing. happy. in my lane. focused. flourishing.

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uncle_jezzy Photo credits?

↳ uncle_jezzy That’s better 🥰

annetwist I miss you dear !! ❤️

↳ yourinstagram i miss you too, nonnie 🥺 let’s meet up when you’re free <3

maya_hawke Why does your man constantly steal you from me

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enews Joe Keery out with new girlfriend and Harry Styles’s EX! Here’s everything we know about Y/N Y/L/N! Link in bio.

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harryfan1 PLOT TWIST

fan1 they look so cute

fan2 i love celebrity gossip so much

harryfan2 the fact that SHE broke HARRY STYLES’ heart is comical to me. how tf can a 2 break his heart

↳ fan1 this is so unprovoked

↳ fan2 stfu

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celebrityleaks HARRY STYLES LEAKED SONG: GLIMPSE OF US. LINK IN OUR BIO

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harryfan1 come on respect his work

harryfan2 nauuurr not harry building her entire career only for her to fuck him up. she does belong to the streets lmfao

↳ fan1 these harry styles fans are disgusting omfg

harryfan3 they were so in love :(

fan2 maybe what they had was read but it’s over now and yn is clearly happier now

harryfan4 DONT SPREAD IT

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harryupdates Harry in NYC today, according to fans, he refused to take any pictures or sign anything :/

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harryfan1 baby :(

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harryfan4 stop spreading the song ffs

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theharrytea okay but we NEED to talk about glimpse of us because WTF was that ?? OUR BOY GOT HIS HEART BROKEN

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harryfan1 fuck yn for real

harryfan2 if miss girlie isn’t crawling on her knees to get back with him i’ll assume she’s a cold hearted snake

harryfan3 both her and joe keery can get lost 🤷‍♀️

↳ harryfan4 i call bullshit on that relationship, she’s probably just using him just as she used harry

harryfan5 i just want to hug him

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Now, while I do appreciate the passion and support by those very people who are ‘speculating,’ it has come to such a point that I needed to say something, which in itself is a bad thing. We are living in an age of social enlightenment. More and more, people are realizing that their views may have been blinkered and that they need to expand them to encompass others.

So to you out there who are expressing your disdain and showing your displeasure through a surprising variety of ways, it’s time to stop. I know it can be fun to speculate, to gossip, and to dive into our own personal echo chambers on the internet, but your ‘passion’ is misplaced, and it causes harm to the people I care about most, and I won’t stand for it.

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fan1 OH EM GEE

maya_hawke I say those are my babies and I’m proud

annetwist ❤️

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↳ harryfan2 is she aware that they broke her son’s heart?

florencepugh the love i have for the both of you it’s just so 🥺

mtv 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

harryfan3 there she goes.. playing the victim.. again

camimendes True love always wins ❤️

fan2 joe actually SPOKE about it oh yall pissed gim off

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Joe Keery Fic Reccommendations

Heaven help us - @collecting-stories

Write this down - @banditthewriter

Absolutely smitten - @starryeyedstories

Curiosity is killing me - @quinnkeerys

Heaven to me - @ameliora-j

I wish I knew you wanted me - @nervousgardenerkid

Private eyes- @kinghairington

We’re just friends, right? - @iridescent-petrichor

The book - @tooearlyforthis

Lampshade - @sanguineterrain

You and I - @chervbs

Everything always leads back to you - @mentalpolaroids

More memories to make - @hairrington

Bigmouth strikes again - @ssweetleaf

Oops, i love you - @earthgirl616

Love story - @forevermoreharrington

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington smut #joe keery #fic rec

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infinite-orangepeel · 1 year

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What’s scandalous is that the very first stancy scene we get in S1 is Steve pinning Nancy to a wall while they make out and enjoying it, and then the very first steddie scene is Eddie full body pinning him to a wall and Steve’s reaction is just like letting out soft noises, biting his lips and blinking his way through it.

PLS THIS IS SENDING ME INTO ORBIT ANON SOS

a lot of people think steve is only ‘baby girl’ esque in s3 but c’mon…..he’s literally whimpering, batting his pretty long eyelashes, and lip biting while eddie holds a beer bottle to his throat. the threat of death is quite literally staring him in the face but all he can do is try to be cute/swallow his guilty little moans. YOURE NOT FOOLING ME STEVEN

also i rewrote the stancy bathroom scene except eddie accidentally walks in on them. it’s chapter 3 of this fic if anyone’s interested 👀

#marissa’s asks #that boy is a subby little princess okay #like yes steddie switch truther but also steve harrington loves to bottom and be super cute while doing it #steddie #steddie headcanon #steve x eddie #eddie x steve #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie brainrot #steddie ficlet #steddie fics #steddie fic recs #fruity four #stranger things #joe keery #baby girl steve harrington #the babygirlification of steve harrington

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valerievortex · 5 months

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i don’t know what happened. i was asleep. i was fucking asleep and some stupid ass selfish people made one of my favorite writers quit. to all of you hate anons, you’re selfish, you’re a lowlife, and you’re wasting your time. does it make you feel good that you hurt emmy so much that they deleted years of progress and writing? does it warm your heart to know all of the pain that you cause? im upset, im disappointed, and im angry. i wish I could’ve said goodbye, but that’s that. hate anons, think about what you did.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fluff #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington angst #joe keery #fic rec #anon

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h4rringt0nswife · 1 year

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What happens in the dark..

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Pairing: Eddie Munson x afab reader

Summary: What happens when Eddie the freak Munson becomes friends with the ditsy innocent girl? What happens when he catches this so called saint of a woman, on her bed, with his name rolling sinfully off her tongue?

Warnings: perv!Eddie Munson, fem!reader, Established Friendship, Innocent!reader, secret feelings, Swearing, Voyeurism, brief mentions of weed, Bimbo reader, reader is 18, probably word errors.

Word Count: 1.2k words

A/N: This will be very brief. But anyways enjoy the inside of my mind :D

Maybe it was the way you smiled at him. Bright eyed and sparkly lips- that made him love you. The way you'd stutter every few words when you'd speak too quickly. Or was it was the way your little touches would set his heart aflame?

Maybe it was the way your hips would sway when you walked, your small skirt riding up to expose more of your thigh with each step. The way you would press up against him innocently while intertwined together in your silk white sheets that made him want you more than just friends.

Eddie was prepared to give you any and everything. You were his perfect girl. Beautiful, sweet, and innocent. You were his own personal flower, he's willing to crush you into sheets of a book and take you everywhere with him. But he was afraid you'd crumble in the pages.

And that's what made it all so exciting for him, tip-toeing around you, knowing that in a second he could ruin you. It made his jeans tighten just thinking about it.

But nothing. And I mean nothing could have prepared him to see you like this. Sprawled out over your bed. Shallow breaths, and small sighs. Your sheer bed curtain, that he'd always loved, draped over your tousled sheets making the scene before him all too pure.

Was this a dream?

That night started off normally.

He had been thinking about you the whole day at school, considering that you hadn't shown up. That morning in Ms. Odonald's class he glanced over at your regular seat to see that you were missing. That was out of the norm for you; your perfect attendance being there to back him.

She must be sick or something.

He'd convinced himself to shake the unnerving feeling he'd had. He put it in his mind that he'd pop by your house to check in on you, and bring some weed to make you feel better. Since that's what always made him feel better.

Driving down your street in his rattling van he'd noticed that your parents' car wasn't in its usual parking spot. He found that odd, due to the fact that your parents are real home-bodies. But he decided to think nothing of it.

Pulling the keys out of the ignition he made his way over to your window with a single pink camellia flower that he'd picked up prior to his ride there, with an ounce of weed stuffed in his back pocket along with his black bandanna.

He made his way over to your window to find that it was locked. Now this was very unusual for you to do. You had always kept the window unlocked for him because of his frequent unannounced visits. And not only was your window locked, you had also closed your curtains. Nothing was visible inside the room except the orangey glow from your small lamp on your nightstand, he knew your bedroom setup by heart.

No big deal.

He'd just go through the front door. The spare key had always been placed above your door-frame and to his avail, he'd been correct. He pushed the door open and looked around for any trace of your parents. Nothing, except for the open wine bottle on the island in the kitchen. All lights were off except for the dim glow emitting from a crack in your bedroom door.

He slowly crept to your room and decided to be quiet just in case you were sleeping and if you were he didn't want to disturb you. Just as he was two centimeters away from your door he heard hushed sounds. Almost inaudible. And heavy labored breathing.

He stopped in his tracks.

Peering through the small crack, he found you on your bed. Your body was faced away from his vision. But the full sized mirror propped up against your closet door showed everything.

Your fingers plunged in and out of your dripping womb while the other hand worked at your swollen clit. Your chest heaved as you gasped for air making your breasts jiggle from this movement.

This was all so obscene. You were exploring obscure places of your body and he was there...watching. He willed himself to look away, look at anything else. But his eyes stayed fixated on your hands. The way they moved simultaneously on your body.

This was disgusting for him to be there. But his heart and dick ached while he took in your sight for his sore eyes. He was happy it was him to be there watching and not some random wandering weirdo.

He screwed his eyes shut to force himself to look away. His mind screamed at him to leave but his legs didn't move. He felt like a dirty creep.

"Eddie..."

His eyes jolted open at the sound of his name.

His cock swelled as he suppressed a moan with his hand. His knees were jello. Barely able to stand on his own, he lowered his other hand to his crotch. Eddie's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he palmed himself.

Eddie imagined it was you, your small hand palming his clothed manhood. Your pink nails grazing it every so often.

“Oh, Eddie…feel ‘s good.”

Your inconsistent breathy moans sent the boy into frenzy. His jaw went slack as he prayed to god you wouldn’t look into the mirror in front of you. He could be caught any second, and yet he stayed. Like a pervert.

He'd gotten too sucked into the moment, gotten too comfortable. He had stepped back onto one of the creaky wooden boards. He quickly hurried towards the entrance door. Cock throbbing with each step.

"Hello?"

Your faint voice was shaky, and he almost felt bad. But at that moment he just had to get out. Anything to avoid being caught.

As he scurried to his car he had prayed to a god he didn't even think existed. He just prayed he had not been caught, and that nothing would change after this unplanned rendezvous.

You hurriedly pulled on your small pink robe and peeked out of your cracked door. Your heart thudded against your chest.

Had you been caught? Was someone in the house?

You checked all the locks before you started just in case your parents decided to cancel their little trip, as they usually did. You tip toed around your living room and kitchen to find nothing.

"Binx?" You called out for your small kitten but there she was. Asleep in her small princess bed. You sighed to yourself and began making your way back to your bedroom.

Your step came to a halt. Beside your bedroom door was a black cloth-like material. You squinted your eyes and the familiar fabric. You'd seen this before, obviously it didn't belong to you because it wasn't in your...taste. But you knew this cloth.

Picking the black bandanna up, you knew who this belonged to. You smelled his scent on it. Your heart raced as you realized,

Eddie had been here.

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