#poor Stevie 🥺🥺🥺
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Sometimes, Steve needs to hurt.
And before, when this would happen, he'd hurt those around him. He'd lash out, call them names, until they'd crack, and so would their fists on his body.
You'd think for a person who's lived through so much pain, that he would need peace, for once in his life.
But sometimes peace is too quiet, and he gets this itch under his skin, and he has to feel something. He needs the pain. Pain keeps him going, pain reminds him that he is useful because if he takes all the hits, the people he loves won't have to.
Right?
Until he can't keep up, and the pain he tries to keep for himself, leaks over onto the pages, the pages that he was supposed to keep clean. Keep safe from rips, tears, and spills, and he's failed.
And for a while, that pain keeps him at bay.
The reminder of failure on the faces of his friends twist the knife deeper into his heart, and he can feel again. Until, they've healed. And they can walk again, and suddenly, the pain ins't there anymore, just an empty promise he failed to keep.
So he bottles it up, letting the emotions build, because at least that way, he can feel something, and if he feels it, then it's real, right? It's real, and they still need him, and he can keep taking the hits for them because that is what he's good for.
And when he can't let his pain leak out onto the pages of others, he'd much rather contain it within himself.
So when a nearly healed Eddie Munson crawls through his window one night, exposed to the pain Steve had let engulf him, he's shocked. Because Steve Harrington of all people, should not be curled up in a big, empty bed, in a desolate room making soft whimpering cries like he's trying to hold himself together. "Steve?" He calls softly, watching as the shaking figure under the covers slowly comes to a stop. "E-Eddie?" In the darkness, Eddie can see him sit up, wiping the tears away, and putting on that oh so clever mask. "Eddie? What's wrong? Why are you here?"
"Well, I- I had a nightmare, but Stevie. Are you okay?"
And there's a tenderness in his voice that Steve hadn't heard since Nona Gloria had passed, and the walls come crashing down. "No." He whispers, allowing the darkness to be his shield. If Eddie can't see him, then it's not the vulnerable, right? But under the cover of darkness, Eddie slips his way under the covers, grabbing for Steve's hand. He shifts until he's facing Steve, watching as the words form on his lips. "If it's all over. Where-" Steve's breath gets caught in his throat, and he swallows. "If it's all over, what does that make me? Am I still... Needed?" And Eddie watches the tears build and eventually fall down Steve's face. "Oh, Stevie." Eddie soothes, reaching, pulling Steve into his warmth, even under the covers, the man is so cold.
And the quiet whimpers soon turn into sobs, and he cries. He wails for the loss of the life he could have had, and for the life he wants but can't have, and for once in his life, the emptiness feels a little better than pain.
"Thank you, Eddie," He whispers into the darkness, taking the hand that was still grasping his own, and pressing a soft kiss into it, allowing the darkness to let him be brave. "Always, Steve. Always," Eddie breaths back, pressing a kiss into Steve's t-shirt clad shoulder, returning the will to be brave.
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okay but now that it’s confirmed that tommy had a crush on billy i like neeeed a fic in which billy teases him & shamelessly leads him on, knowing that he doesn’t stand a chance against steve
#tommy’s just a poor little meow meow & i wanna see him get his heart broken okay idk why 😭😭😭😭😭😭#like it’d be so cute seeing him get all worked up & excited#just for billy to have been toying with him the entire time 😭😭😭#stevie is it for billy & he knew that the second he saw him okay!!!#but he can’t help it if he wants to entertain himself a little until he can actually have steve#wait & even after he & steve are a thing bc they’re still a secret#so he continues messing with tommy until one day he catches them or smth idk#& he’s all heartbroken awww poor baby 🥺🥺🥺#just for billy to lead him on even more LMFAO#he confronts billy abt it & is all ‘i was dropping hints the whole time & i thought you knew that! i thought you were hinting back!!’#& he gets all teary eyed#& billy turns his charm ALLLL the way up#he’s like ‘sweetheart i didn’t wanna ruin our friendship’ ‘what steve & i have is purely physical’#‘he’s just a placeholder until the right guy comes along & who knows maybe it’s been you all along’#KNOWING FULL WELL HES LYINGGGGG#& tommy just immediately gets all giddy & hopeful like a little kid#his eyes are shining & he’s all like ‘really? you really think there’s a chance we could make it in the future?’#& billy’s like ‘anything’s possible baby’ & gives him just a TASTE of what he’s missing & kisses him on the cheek#as if to be like ‘there’s more where that came from wink wink’#again knowing full well that’s all he’ll ever get 😭😭😭😭#sorry idk why i’m so sadistic when it comes to tommy’s emotions 😭😭#all i know is i rly want this shdhsh#mine.#harringrove#tommy
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event | kinkmas 2023
prompt | edging
pairing | dom!steve rogers x sub!reader
warnings | dom/sub relationship. stevie - he's so stern but sweet i love him :'). daddy kink (steve and reader refer to him as ‘daddy.) restraints. fingering. toy use (magic wand.) edging, orgasm control. crying. lots of praise and talking reader through it. some aftercare.
word count | 670
thinking about how a stricter dom!steve looooves edging you, his sweet little subby baby 🥺
he lays you out spread nice and wide on the bed, securing your wrists and ankles with rope to keep you from squirming. settles at your side with the magic wand in hand— his fav 😌 he loves the way your eyes go wide at the sight of it
he starts you on low, gradually working up the speed/intensity. slipping a finger into your needy hole at some point, then another, and another. three’s your limit without making it too much of a stretch. “good girl. so full of me, aren’t you baby? how’s that feel? you like taking daddy’s fingers?” smiling so sweetly at you when you nod and whimper
he knows just the spot to nestle the bulb of the wand into, right up against your aching clit 🫶 your poor little pussy gets sooo hot and tingly so fast, steve can’t help but chuckle gently at the sight of you unraveling so quickly
“pretty girl, daddy wants you to hold it.”
your distressed whines and big, pleading eyes earn you a sympathetic smile, but no mercy 😔 “c’mon baby. know you can be a big girl and hold it, right? can you show me, doll?”
you’re gritting your teeth as your toes curl, using every ounce of your focus and energy to hold off the inevitable. when steve sees you’re nearing the end of your rope, you’re suddenly hit with a sense of emptiness and need— his fingers are gone and the wand has been pulled away just in time
he strokes your tummy lovingly as it clenches, your breaths coming out in staggers. the look of shock and disappointment on your face are hard for him to bear, but barely shows it
“breathe, sweetheart. there you go,” he’s talking you through it. licking up your juices from his fingers, savoring your taste
a few minutes pass before he gently brings the tips of his digits back to tease at your entrance. “one more time for me baby, can you do that? one more time, then daddy’ll give you what you need”
the bulb of the wand is eased back up against your throbbing clit as he starts working you up again. this time it happens much quicker. “daddy, d-daddy!”
he knows this time around is much more intense for you. as cruel and punishing as he comes off, he’s well in-tune with your body and knows just when to pull away again, right before sending you over the edge
“shhh, i know, babydoll. i know,” he croons as you let out a frustrated sob. he’s wiping your tears away gently, kissing your forehead. “you’ve been so good for me, honey. daddy’s good girl, think you’ve earned yourself some relief, huh?”
you’re a wiggling, writhing mess as he finally brings the wand and his fingers back for the promised finale. fucking his long, muscular digits up into you faster and with more force this time, working the wand in steady up and down strokes over your burning core. “okay baby, there you go. c’mon, give me a nice big one,” his encouragement sends you over the edge as your orgasm is pulled from you.
body on fire from all the built up anticipation 😩 it was so worth it!!! a high that lasts what feels like minutes, your pussy contracting harshly around steve’s waiting fingers. “there it is. such a good girl,” he’s smiling so big, so proud of you
you cry through and after your orgasm, your soft whimpers and sniffles melting the stern man’s heart. as soon as his hands are clean and the wand is switched off, he’s holding you, praising you, taking care of you. he knows how vulnerable you are after such an intense buildup and climax
“my precious girl, you did so well. daddy’s so proud of you, baby. come here, come let me hold you. there you go, sweetheart. deep breaths, daddy’s got you” 💕
#eun's writing#kinkmas 2023#steve rogers#steve rogers x reader#steve rogers x y/n#steve rogers x you#dom!steve rogers#steve rogers smut#steve rogers headcanon#steve rogers blurb#steve rogers drabble#captain america#captain america smut#steve rogers fanfiction#captain america fanfiction#chris evans#chris evans smut#avengers#marvel#mcu#avengers smut#avengers fanfiction#marvel smut#marvel fanfiction#mcu smut#mcu fanfiction
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brain empty, only steve “the hair” harrington thoughts.
him getting up an extra hour every morning, even when hawkins has gone to shit, to style it. he has to make sure he looks decent for his journey back to the upside down… definitely not for any other reason… *cough cough* you.
like PLS he totally would take time after putting on the battle look to also do his hair. robin’s teasing the hell out of him & he’s all “just because we’re fighting intergalactic demons doesn’t mean my hair has to suffer for it, buckley 🙄” with that sassy ass harrington atitude
requested by @y0urgrl at my old blog
i love this thought lmao
but listen, i can totally picture it! no matter what is happening, steve always wants to look good for you. robin mocks him every day for it and even though steve rolls his eyes at himself when he instinctively looks at himself in the mirror when you’re around to make sure his hair looks okay, he can’t help it— it’s been a while since he was considered steve “the hair” harrington or “king” steve, and that’s fine, whatever, but once you walk into his life he’s always trying to make a good impression, make himself look better, to look nice when you’re around, to be calm cool and collected, charming, to appeal to you.
stevie boy is so smitten with you and it goes completely over your head !!!!!! you’ve always thought steve was handsome, pretty, gorgeous, stunning even… and you often compliment him ‘cause he’s your friend and he’s perfect and he deserves praise, right? the fact you’re secretly in love with him has nothing to do with it… *cough cough* at all… *cough* but you’re oblivious to the fact steve is constantly trying to impress you
you make your feelings known to him while in the upside down… because you’re so worried about your stevie and he’s clearly in pain but trying to look tough, to give you (and the others) a sense of security. it’s when you’re fretting over him, being so obviously concerned, that you start tearing up and poor stevie can’t handle it so his fake macho attitude breaks for a sec and he holds your face in his hands and wipes your tears and tells you it’ll be okay, that he has you, he’ll protect you, won’t let anything bad happen to his sweet girl 🥺
you give him the softest and quickest kiss, a bit clumsy and so so shy, and while steve is momentarily in heaven, you whisper to him “still look pretty even now” and he smiles for the first time all day
robin has to slap both of you upside the head ‘cause she’s “happy you two idiots finally figured it out but we’re still in hell here, so focus!”
#steve inbox!#fairy writes#steve harrington (harmo’s version)#lovesick!steve harrington#steve harrington#friends to lovers#steve harrington x fem!reader#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington x you#steve harrington x y/n#steve x you#steve x reader#steve harrington blurb#steve harrington thoughts#steve harrington fluff#steve harrington imagine
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Hi Bee,
OK I got a Nurse Steve request for you. I was thinking tooth rotting fluff. I'm thinking it's been a few days since Cami was brought home and Steve doesn't leave her side. He's talking to her in a baby voice, badly singing, watching her every movement, telling her that if she ever considers dating Uncle Eddie and Aunt Robin will help bury the body..etc. The reader watches smiling, Steve's sees her his eyes light up with so much love. He knows its time for Cami to eat he says something like "Mommy's the best, she's going to feed you, just go easy on her " Or something like that. Then he kisses the reader, presses their foreheads looking into her eyes saying. "Thank you for everything, my clumsy girl"
(Let me know what you think <3)
AN | Okay, but imagine Stevie and his clumsy girl bringing home baby Camila 🥺 This can be read as a companion piece to the below but also as a stand alone!
Warnings | Mild Language
Pairing | Nurse!Steve x Fem!Reader
Word Count | 2.1k
Masterlist | Steve, Main, Nurse Steve
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Camila May Harrington had been home for almost a week.
And it had been singularly the best and most stressful week of Steve’s life. There wasn’t a way for him to properly describe the feeling that came from being at home with his wife and daughter. To put in simple terms it was the best feeling in the entire world; he had everything he could have ever wanted.
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The two of you were lying in bed, thoroughly exhausted but happy. You were hoping to squeeze in a few hours of sleep before Cami woke up again; it was hard adjusting to the sleep schedule of a newborn, but at least you’d had some practice with the last trimester of pregnancy where you could barely sleep yourself.
“Hey,” Steve whispered softly, shifting over to face you, a sleepy smile on his own face. He reached over and tenderly brushed his knuckles over your cheek, causing you to lean into his touch.
“Hey yourself,” you reached for his hand and brought to your lips, pressing a soft kiss to it, “do you think we’ll be able to get some sleep for real this time?”
“I think we might be in the clear,” he laughed softly, draping an arm over your waist and pulling you closer to his warm body, “maybe Cami will have some pity on her poor old parents.”
“Can’t even blame her but fuck, this is hard,” you hated saying the words out loud but if anyone in the world understood what you were going through it would be him. He knew, at least technically, all that your body was going through. Plus he was there with you in the thick of it all; you were so thankful that he’d taken time off to be home with the two of you, “I love her so much but do you think it’ll get easier? Am I…am I a bad mother?”
“Angel,” he tutted gently and shook his head, “it will get easier, I promise. We’re adjusting to a whole new little person being with us, and having to be the people that keep that little person alive and happy. It’s a big change and responsibility but it’ll get better the longer we do it. And you are not a bad mother. You’re amazing-”
“How do you know? It’s barely been over a week,” you felt the tears well up but Steve pressed a kiss to your forehead in what he hoped was a sign of reassurance, “I don’t wanna mess anything up!”
“You’ve already been taking care of her for nine months,” you couldn’t help but snort in amusement at his bright smile, “and it’s easy to see how much you love her. She knows that too.”
“Okay,” there wasn’t a way you could love him anymore if you tried. He really was everything to you, “you too, you know. It’s easy to see that you adore our daughter.”
“I do,” he promised, even though it definitely didn’t need to be said, “and I like getting to say our daughter.”
“She definitely takes after you,” you yawned and he raised an amused eyebrow, “those pretty brown eyes and an already full head of hair. And she’s got you wrapped around her little finger.”
“So does her mother,” he took your hand and laced his fingers through yours, “we’ll make sure the next one takes after you.”
“Oh? You assume I’m going to go through this again, Steve Harrington?” his cheeks pinked as he sheepishly shrugged. But you ruffled his hair affectionately, “you already know I would, my love. We’ll have all the little Harringtons running around one day.”
“I am so-” before he could finish whatever he was going to say, you hear Cami’s soft cries coming from her crib. You didn’t bother to hide your sigh; this was a normal reaction after all, it didn’t mean that you loved her any less.
"I'll go," you couldn't even remember whose turn it was to go and check on her but it had just become such a natural reaction. Steve wrapped his fingers gently around your wrist and kept you from getting out of the bed, "Steve-"
"I'll get her," he insisted softly, but with a firmness that suggested he wasn't going to take no for an answer. He kissed you softly before making his way out of the bed and towards the door, "I'm going to take her to the nursery so you can try and get some rest."
"Thank you," you looked at two of them, the absolute picture of perfection, before slumping back against the pillows, "I love you both so, so much."
"We love you too," he replied softly as he held Cami against his chest, "lots and lots."
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"Hey there Cami girl," he cooed softly as he held her gently, but securely, against his chest. Her cries had quieted slightly but she was sniffling and had big crocodile tears running down her chubby little cheeks, "its alright baby girl, Daddy's got you."
He opened the door to her nursery and turned on the nightlight before gently sitting down in the rocking chair. Steve remembered how much you had loved it while you were pregnant and how'd you sit in there while you watched him work. He wouldn't have had it any other way.
"Shh, shh," he cooed as she laid against his bare chest, her chubby little hand holding onto his pinkie. He liked getting to hold her like this and was a big fan of skin to skin contact, "yeah, you're okay, huh? Daddy's right here."
He smoothed his hand up and down her back in the way he'd come to know that she loved. She hiccuped lightly but the gentle rocking of the chair seemed to lull her and calm her down.
Steve started singing softly to her, lullabies that he remembered from his childhood - some of the earliest and best memories he had of his parents - and one that he’d taken the time to learn during your pregnancy. He thought he sounded terrible, but you always insisted that you loved his voice; he hoped that Cami agreed.
Once she grew more tired and her breathing evened out, he switched to telling her stories from when he was younger and all the people that she was going to meet soon.
“Family,” he stroked her pink, chubby little cheek, “one thing you’ll learn in life is that sometimes the best parts are the family that you make. But I hope that you always know that your mama and I love you so much. We’re always going to be here for you.”
She made a small sound almost like she was agreeing with him, which brought a smile to his face. He closed his own tired eyes, willing himself not to fall asleep; there was a part of him that was still worried about accidentally crushing her despite the fact that he knew that was extremely unlikely.
“You’re already so loved,” he promised her, “you’ve got a huge family all waiting to meet you. I think you’re going to be stuck with them for life. Like Aunt Robin, Uncle Dustin, and Aunt Nancy and Uncle Eddie. You’re never going to be lonely. And, as you get older, you’ll be so thankful for them. Except for maybe when you start dating…Aunt Robin and Uncle Eddie would be the first to help me hide a body, but I’m just putting that out there. But we won’t have to worry about that for a long time.”
Before the two of them managed to fall asleep, Steve told her some stories about his adventures with his friends, the parts that were either suitable for children or severely edited, and about his story with you. Eventually, sleep won over and Steve fell asleep along with the baby snuggled up on his chest. Meanwhile, you were passed out in bed, snoring softly as you caught up on some much needed sleep.
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You weren't sure how long you had been asleep by the time you woke up but you were still alone in bed. You stretched, enjoying the popping of your stiff joints before making your way down the hall to the nursery. You had a feeling you'd find your loves there.
Sure enough, the two of them were in the rocking chair, both snoozing away. You didn't want to wake them but you also felt bad for leaving them like that knowing Steve would have a stiff and sore neck.
"Hey, my love," you gently put your hand on his shoulder, attempting not to startle him. His sleepy, pretty brown eyes slowly opened and he graced you with a gentle smile, "come back to bed. It's your turn for some rest."
"You sure?" He mumbled as you nodded. Your husband gingerly stood up, doing his best not to wake the baby as he padded back down the hall after you.
Pulling back the covers you made a space for him and he almost all but fell into bed. You slid in next to the two of them, snuggled up as best as you could.
Cami seemed to have other ideas as she started to squirm and fuss around again. Steve gently cooed at her, attempting to calm her down, but nothing seemed to work. It only took him a few minutes to realize what was going on, "you're hungry, huh baby girl? Well, your mama's the best but you have to ask her."
"Yeah, I think I can help out here," you whispered, gently reaching for her small body to hold her to yours. It was amazing what just a few hours of sleep could do, but you already felt a little better.
"You gotta be good to her, okay? Be easy on her," he murmured as fixed your top so she could easily nurse. He rolled onto his side and closely watched the two of you with nothing but awe and reverence in his eyes, "you gonna be okay, angel?"
“Of course,” you settled Cami on your chest so she could latch on properly and start nursing. After a little bit of struggling the first couple of days, it had become so much easier, “the little bit of sleep helped. And I’ve got you right here….there’s nothing better.”
“I couldn’t agree more,” he wished he had his camera then and there to capture the sweet moment of his family, “my whole world, right next to me.”
“You’re such a romantic,” you carded a hand through his dark hair, gently scratching at his scalp, “I love you.”
“I love you,” he yawned and felt his eyes getting heavier again, “‘m sorry you have to do all the hard work.”
“What do you mean?” you couldn’t help the small giggle that escaped your lips, “Stevie?”
“You’re the one that had to be pregnant and your whole body is still going through so much,” yeah…that had been pretty hard, “would do it for you if I could.”
“I know,” and you both knew that he was being serious, “you’re a good man, my love. But don’t worry, it’s all okay. And just so you know, I’d do this all again.”
“Again?”
“Mhmm,” you soothed your hand gently along Cami’s back, “and we’ll do it again eventually, yeah? Have baby number two.”
“Only if you want,” he loved the idea of having more children, but he’d never push you to do anything you didn’t want, “you’re really cute pregnant, but you’re always cute. Beautiful, sexy. All of it.”
“Oh Stevie,” you sighed contentedly, “I love you so much. We’ll figure it all out eventually. But for now, we’ll take it day by day.”
“That sounds perfect to me,” he agreed softly, “my girls, you’re everything to me.”
And he was everything to you too, as was Camila.
That broken ankle really was one of the best things to ever happen.
#steve harrington#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington x you#steve harrington x fem!reader#steve harrington imagine#steve harrington one shot#nurse!steve#joe keery
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I don’t have a specific scenario in mind- but please give us some more Steve X Shy reader, I’m living for them!
hi I hope this was a request because I took it as one <3. Steve trying to comfort you when you worry his friends don't like you 🥺
Steve finds you outside, sitting on the edge of the hood of his car, picking at your nails. You must not see him approaching — he steps down onto the gravel driveway and you flinch hard.
You’re relieved to see it’s him. “Oh, Stevie.”
He dislikes and loves the nickname. Stevie sounds like someone’s great aunt, but it’s you saying it.
He lets it slide.
“What are you doing out here?”
You flatten your hands over your thighs looking as high strung as he’s ever seen you, taking noticeably shallow breaths. “It’s so…” you scratch at your denim jeans. “It’s so loud in there. Right?”
“Right,” he agrees quickly, the car bouncing beneath you as he sits by your side, close enough to feel the heat coming off of your arm and thigh but not quite touching.
“I don’t…” again, picking at your nails. Your shoulders are slumped forward, dejected.
“What?” he asks.
“I don’t think any of your friends like me.”
“Of course they do,” Steve says. Doesn’t miss a beat.
He doesn’t know if he’s being truthful. Certainly none of his friends dislike you; they’ve got no reason to. Steve thinks you’re perfectly pretty and charming, soft-spoken maybe, but striking in what you do say. Big-hearted.
You get meaner, scratching at your cuticles, pushing them back with the pad of your thumb over and over. Steve cringes at the sight.
You turn to him abruptly, sounding acutely miserable. “Why is this so hard?” you ask.
Somebody knocks something in the house and you flinch for the second time. Steve nudges his knee into yours, thinking of what to say. Thinking, if they like me then they’ll like you, because you’re twice the person that I am. But saying something that earnest aloud is hard not because you don’t deserve to hear it but because Steve doesn’t know how to do that, how to comfort someone, not properly.
You’re the first person besides these damn kids and Robin to show him a silver of tenderness. He doesn’t want it to go unpaid.
He tries not to overthink it as he takes your hands into his. He pries them apart gently, soothing your sore skin before tucking them into his lap. You flex your fingers under his but don’t pull away.
“God, you’re cold,” he says, bringing them to his lips. He blows on your hands, once, twice, rubbing your knuckles with his thumbs in tandem.
Your shoulders relax. Steve can’t help cataloguing your hands, your wrinkles, your veins and divots. The fine hairs at your wrists, shining in the porch light. He realises his distraction and covers your hands with his completely to stop from ogling.
“Does it matter to you? That they like you?” he asks.
“Of course it does. They’re your friends.”
“Right, but if they weren’t.”
“Yeah. Yeah, it matters to me. I want people to like me,” you say, voice small.
He can’t understand why his chest hurts. Why his heart is pounding.
“I like you,” he says.
“I know,” you murmur.
Steve purses his lips, feeling like this is a puzzle he can’t solve. And frankly, it’s a little ridiculous, not your feelings but the idea that you’re worrying about it. “Why wouldn’t they like you?” he asks, genuinely not understanding.
Your hand twitches against his thigh. You shudder. He doesn’t think it’s from the cold. “I can barely speak to them.”
It clicks, then. You’re upset because you’re shy. There’s no point denying it, and he wouldn’t. Steve likes you exactly how you are, though preferably with less scratches on your poor hands.
“Baby, they speak enough for themselves. They’re self-contained. Like an agar plate. Or a warm yogurt.”
You snort and the sound is like a lifesaver being thrown to sea. Steve swims for it. “They’re like if you put a few parrots in a cage with a Teddy Ruxpin bear. Just, repeating each other until the words lose all meaning.”
“That’s mean,” you say through giggles, not sounding very stern.
“My point,” he says, squeezing your hands lightly, “is that they don’t need you to speak up. Not unless you want to. God knows there isn’t a room where silence and Dustin Henderson both exist.”
“I don’t want them to think I’m a priss.”
“None of them think that.”
You steal one of your hands back to fix your hair. Steve allows it grudgingly, leaning back on the hood, one hand braced behind him. The other he pulls to his chest, your joined hands over his heart.
“Max likes you,” he says.
You look at him with too much hope. He needs to have a talk with you about self-worth.
“You think so?” you ask quietly.
“Definitely.”
You shuffle closer to him until your shoulders are wedged together and the two of you look away from the living room window, alight with the TV colours, and up. The sky is dark. Steve can’t see any stars, though he looks.
Your head falls on top of his shoulder.
“Can you see any?” you ask.
He looks down at your face, finally serene, your eyes bright and shining, then back up at the sky. Corny, cheesy, rom-com style, he thinks, yeah, I can see one.
“Nah,” he says. “Fucking pollution.”
#steve harrington blurb#steve harrington fanfic#steve harrington x gn!reader#steve harrington x reader fluff#steve harrington x you#steve harrington x y/n#steve harrington imagine#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington#stranger things fic#stranger things x reader#stranger things 4#stranger things#steve harrington one shot
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💙, a headcannon
Every once in a while, Steve needs you to take control. He needs to lay back and let his brain just melt. And you are happy to do that (if you want to do a mix of sfw and nsfw imma love you forever)
we love sub!steve in this house! thank you for sending in <3
1k celebration
nsfw under the cut 👇
so i think for the sfw part maybe he’s a little exhausted, a bit burnt out from long shifts at work and old ladies and snot nosed kids hassling him all day so he just comes home and you’re on the couch watching tv and he just flops down next to you with his head in your lap facedown and your hand immediately starts to rub at his back and shoulders and you’re like ‘y’okay stevie? long day?’ really softly and he just goes mhm into your lap so you start to stroke and pet at his hair, raking your fingers through the locks and he just sighs contently. and you go ‘s’ok babe, you want a nice warm bath? hm? that sound nice?’ so you run him a bath and he insists you join him so he nestled between your legs, his back pressed to your chest and you get to press soft kisses along his shoulders and neck, catching all the moles and freckles there 🥺 and then he gets to be the little spoon in bed when you fall asleep 😌
but when he’s feeling a little more pent up, wound a little more tighter that he just wants to submit completely to you. and you can tell when he’s in one of those moods because he’s a little more needy, little more clingy and he’ll be all over you, kissing and nuzzling into your neck and he’s just mumbling like ‘please, baby. need you so bad’ and he’s already so far gone by the time you get him on the bed and undressed and his cock is throbbing against his stomach. his hair is wild from where he’s been tugging at it as you edge him with your tongue, his cheeks rosy and his lips red from where he’s been biting at them, he’s whining and whimpering and it’s so fucking loud. so you make him eat you out to shut him up, you push him back against the bed as you lower yourself over his mouth and poor stevie cums just from him getting you off, two strokes of your hand around his cock as you leant back and he’s painting his stomach with his orgasm. and then you cockwarm him until he’s hard again and then you ride him like there’s no tomorrow until he’s crying 😵💫😮💨
#steve harrington#steve harrington smut#steve harrington headcanon#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington fluff#sub!steve harrington#Anonymous#asks#k.hc#stvharrngton1k#i officially only have one thing left to write for the celebration 😭
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imagine stevie sending u a video of him being SO SO SO needy and rutting into his pillow while u aren’t home🥺🥺
poor guy would be so close to cumming but he just can’t without u
ARGH!!!! i’m thinking of him doing this when you truly CANNOT come over. maybe you’re hanging with friends or family. and he’s being such a bitch about it and all needy and whiny. but you go anyway.
you take a break from socializing to check your phone in the bathroom and you have 4 new messages from steve. two are videos, two are texts.
see what happens when you’re not here?
there’s a video of him jerking himself off with a fleshlight, biting his lip and groaning low. it ends abruptly, only about 30 seconds long. but he has your attention.
the next video is of him fucking a pillow and whining and biting his lip so hard you’re almost certain it’s bleeding. he pinches his nipples and even reaches back to his ass to finger it while he fucks himself into the fabric. your heartbeat speeds and your face heats as you watch. this one is longer, but also ends abruptly.
baby i cannot cum without you please please please come home and get me off :( my cock hurts so so bad it needs buried in you or it won’t cum :(
you sigh and grab your bag, aching between the thighs.
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Perv Steve and sweet little babygirl Eddie who’s trying to defend you, until Steve starts being all suggestive to Eddie as well. Then he gets why you weren’t really telling Steve to fuck off, if the throbbing in his crotch anytime Steve grabs both your waists right slip by you, is any indicator...
mmmmmnnnnhhhh babygirl Eddie 🥺 trying to preserve your honour. he thinks Steve is just a pervert and nothing more, he doesn't realize how far he's willing to go--nor how warm his face would get the moment things change, when Steve looks at him with those half-lidded eyes and asks "you jealous, Munson? you want daddy's attention too?"
and the goddamn throb that hits him right in the groin almost blows his cover, although his beet-red cheeks and sputtering as he tries to recover are more than enough for Steve to get cocky. he reaches to cup Eddie's crotch through his jeans, to come on to him for real, and the man in question bolts without stopping to ask questions. afterwards, when he's biting his nails in his room trying to figure out how to go from here, the thought of Steve openly showing his queerness isn't the thing that fazes him--it's that, even though it was gross, and even though Steve is gross, he....he liked it. liked the attention, liked the touches, fuck, he even felt his stomach twist up in knots at Steve calling himself 'daddy'. does he want to call him that? he shakes his head trying to work the answer loose, but it doesn't dawn on him for a while. not the one he wants, anyways, because he knows it already. yes, he fucking wants to call Steve Harrington his daddy.
and you? oh, you poor, poor thing. Eddie's gonna start subconsciously pulling away, start letting Steve touch you without intervention this time, and you're gonna realize what's happening when you catch Steve stuffing a pair of Eddie's stolen gym shorts into his locker for later. Stevie's got you both wrapped right around his pinky finger--you're both his property as far as he's concerned, and he'll treat you so, so well if you just let him in, promise <33
#steve harrington#eddie munson#steve harrington x reader#eddie munson x reader#steddie x reader#perv!steve harrington#spicy writing#st 4#stranger things#ellie writes#anons
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I have writer’s block so now I’m bugging you with my ideas.
Hear me out………
A Stucky fic where Steve & Bucky fooled around (or were together) pre-war. Things between them fade once Steve gets the serum. Steve thinks Bucky doesn’t find him pretty anymore, but reality is that Bucky isn’t in the right state of mind after Azzano.
Canon happens, life goes on, Bucky’s back and he’s recovering well. Steve & Nat spoke a lot about Steve’s love for Bucky and his insecurities, so she and the team devise a plan. Only their meddling goes terribly wrong.
Bucky thinks he’s going on a blind date. Steve thinks he’s going in a date with a knowing Bucky. He gets all pretty: soft natural makeup, beautifully styled hair, a sexy high-waisted pants suit—in royal blue as it compliments his smooth skin and helps him stand out in a crowd, according to Nat. Steve feels gorgeous, something he hasn’t felt in a long time.
He gets to the restaurant and finds Bucky, already eating, with some twink that looks shockingly familiar to the way Steve used to look (and what are the odds, right?). Bucky’s smiling and flirting and holding this guy’s hand! What the hell? Why the hell would Bucky agree to a date with Steve if he already had someone?
Steve wants to confront Bucky, but he’s too hurt, too embarrassed. All that effort wasted. And he can’t believe he let Nat and the team talk him into this. He rushes home, angrily wipes off the makeup, fucks up his hair, rips the suit and falls into bed. Steve doesn’t speak to Bucky or the team anymore, outside of leading the missions.
But Bucky is confused. He had that blind date with the cute twink (who was actually just a fan of Sergeant Barnes and approached him for an autograph), but had ultimately decided that he wanted nothing further. The kid looked too much like Steve, and if he can’t have the original, he’s definitely not going for a copy. But now Steve is avoiding him and he doesn’t know why. Or why Steve is being short with the team. He won’t hangout with anyone except Sam, he barely looks Bucky in the eye, he moves away when Bucky tries to touch him. What the hell happened?
Angst, a huge misunderstanding, and more insecurities for our poor Stevie. 🥺
Omg the angst is just too good in this one!
And what makes it worse is that Natasha thinks things didn't work out between them and that's why Bucky and Steve aren't talking. So what does she decide to do? Just leave it and not meddle anymore to try and see if they could make up on their own.
The only problem with this is that they don't make up, because Steve's still avoiding them all. Sam tries to ask him what's going on but he tells Sam he just doesn't want to talk about it.
Steve gets in his head, stops eating, stops drinking much of anything. He exercises everyday and drives himself to the brink trying to get smaller somehow. Then some stupid villain convinces him that he can take all of Steve's insecurities away by taking the serum away. Steve- very much messed up from his hurt- agrees to it. (Kind of like when Rogue went to the scientists to be normal again so she could be with Bobby).
Bucky finally has a talk with Natasha and she reveals the plan all along. He realizes that Steve must've seen him with the fan and feels absolutely horrible for making his boy feel that way. He goes to find Steve and instead finds a letter from Steve, apologizing for changing himself and that he could be good for Bucky again.
(Or he doesn't leave a letter and Bucky has to scratch and claw his way to Steve before he goes through with the experiment.)
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Just imagine Steve freaking out when you have your first baby but by the sixth he’s totally prepared and chilled because you guys have been through it so many times lol.
domestic!steve and his little family (3)
A/N: he totally would go from gelled hair, full suit and tie to like war vet wearing glasses and drinking a slurpee in sweats
Warnings: references to childbirth/labor!, hospital, panicked steve, dad!steve, fluff, afab!reader implied, cursing, pet names (sunshine)
part one part two part three part four
steve’s character development surrounding your labor 😭 pls
and the first time he’s totally helicopter mom-ing it
bringing two duffel bags full of literally anything and everything that you might need
(most of it is really for him though)
steve “ohgodpohffuckohmyggodwhat if i mmiss it” harrington vs. steve “ay, babe, im runnin’ to the store, what kinda M&M’s d’you want?” harrington
oh god that first time he’s so lost
i mean he had 9 months to prepare and now he’s floundering???
he works up a sweat before you can even say your water broke
both of you being so diligent the first time: playing music for your bump, going to lamaze classes, being really good about the pregnancy diet
oh man, that poor sixth baby…….
not that you two are any less caring about it, but you are hella tired and they can’t expect you to avoid caffeine the whole time😭😭
now as far as preparedness goes, MAN has there been a vast improvement
the first time, he did not know what to do once you had your first contraction
he SPED to the hospital only for them to be like “uhhh just wait here” and you’re there for two hours when you could’ve been home i-
he was so scared the first time too
you were ANNIHILATING his right hand tho
probly broke a couple of his fingers, but thats okay, he’ll forgive you
him being that dad with a video camera
oh he was so obsessed the first time
bringing you ice chips so so often
asking if you needed anything constantly
helping you breathe through the hard parts
moving your hair out of your face 🥺
telling you how good you’re doing
you being an absolute menace—seriously, full on excorist—but he understands because… well, childbirth!
and once that sucker pops out, he’s so excited and you look so so beautiful holding the baby
and the first time dad really kicks in
he is SO nervous while you’re just sitting with the baby
then the nurse comes to put him in the nursery
and you immediately go “are you okay, stevie? i can see you brooding over there” “‘m not brooding, i’m just—” “nervous?” “yeah” “me too”
and he looks at you so lovingly and kisses your forehead and goes “we got this”
🥺🥺 he is just a sweetheart
then along came the twins—a whole different ordeal—and then babygirl and her brother
and then the sixth
you got your first contraction at like 5 am
yikes
and evvvvvverybody woke up
whole house was absolutely bumping
all the little ones were SO excited and you were like
holy fukcing shit im never doing this again
and steve really groggily phoned the sitter and apologized for the wakeup call
but she was sweet about it and watched the kids while you two hobbled into the car and drove off
oh and all the babes were like “good luck!!!” “see you soon” “miss youuuououoou” and waving and chasing the car down the street as far as they could 🥺🥺🥺
this time steve brought nothing
no duffel bag
he’ll drive home if he needs to
he’s learned enough to know that he doesn’t know anything
what never changes is that he’s always holding your hand if he can
like he’ll just reach for you and let you crush his hand during a particularly brutal contraction
honestly, his gentleness never fades
he’s just a lot more tired now
and wearing his pajamas & slippers
and he forgot to shave
but no matter, you are in your hospital gown looking gracefully sweaty when he waltzes into the room eating a bag of potato chips
and you glare at him
“want some?” “there is a baby coming out of me” “understood”
and he’s perched on the same chair in the same room with his chip bag tossed aside
“y’look just as beautiful as you did the first time” “please murder me, steven” “i could never” “if you don’t, this baby will” “nah, i believe in you, sunshine, you got this”
bonus: dustin bringing balloons and flowers and toys like the good uncle he is
and he definitely gives steve the same pep talk each time about how great of a father he’s been/going to be
aww dustin 🥺😌
he really loves being a part of your guys’ little family
and once it’s over, steve’s hovering over your shoulder and watching the baby with a little smile
and once the nurse takes the baby
he gets in the bed with you
“d’you think they’ll let us sleep here?” and he has his arms around you, very quickly losing consciousness
“god i hope so” and you slump into him right as he starts snoring
the babies are SO EXCITED when you finally bring the sixth home
they’re all like “woahhh” and so eager to touch the baby but they don’t
one of the grouches being like “SEND IT BACK” and steve laughing his ass off before scolding him a little
and babygirl being all like “she’s so little….. i LOVE her!!!!!”
ughhh, you know you both promised to stop after this one but
i mean, come on
masterlist
#steve harrington headcanon#steve harrington x y/n#steve harrington fanfic#steve harrington fluff#domestic!steve harrington#domestic steve harrington#fluff#headcanon#stranger things#x reader#stranger things x y/n#stranger things x reader#steve harrington#st4#stranger things 4#x fem!reader#x gn!reader#stranger things s4#stranger things fic#fanfic
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Hello hello! If it’s okay I’d like to request somethin’! I was thinking Steve x reader but miss reader is in a committed relationship and poor Steve has to watch as she gives her bf all the hugs and kisses that Steve deserves. Basically all angst no fluff because…. Why not 🤧
AN | Angst? You want pain and angst? Here you go! 🥺
Warnings | Language
Pairing | Steve x Fem!Reader
Word Count | 2.7k
Masterlist | Steve, Main
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Once upon a time, Steve Harrington had it all.
No - it wasn’t when he was King Steve.
It was later - when he finally came to his senses and discovered who he truly was.
And when he met you. Speaking of which -
“Hey,” you waved your hand in front of the pretty boy’s face. He snapped back into reality and looked at you with a dazed expression, “you alright, Stevie? You zoned out on me.”
“‘M fine,” he insisted, shaking his head to bring himself back to reality, “sorry. What were you saying?”
“You’re the worst,” you teased, nudging his side with your elbow as the two of you walked through the mall, “I was saying that Mikey asked me out.”
Now that caused him to stop in his tracks as his eyes widened. You’d kept walking for a moment before realizing he wasn’t there. You turned around, “hey! Keep up!”
“Mikey asked you out?” he practically spat the words back at you and you raised an eyebrow in return, “Michael Finley?”
“Yes, that Mikey,” your hands were on your hips and Steve’s insides were almost instantly in turmoil. This was going all downhill extremely fast, “is that a problem?”
“What?” he scoffed and shook his head. Yes. Yes, it was a huge problem, “it’s not a problem at all. You can go out on a date with whoever you want.”
“That’s right,” you agreed, “and I’m going out with him on Friday. Wanna help me find a new dress?”
“Friday?” he took a moment to catch up to you, “new dress? C’mon, that seems like a lot for one date.”
“One date?” you rolled your eyes at your best friend, already seeing where this was going, “why would you assume it’s only one date?”
“Because that’s what usually happens,” he said it so nonchalantly that it almost hurt your feelings, “and it’s Mikey. Good luck with that.”
“Steve,” you sighed heavily, “don’t be like that! Can’t you just be happy for me for once? It’s not like there’s a line of people that want to go out with me. And I just…I want to go.”
He swallowed thickly before nodding slightly, “okay. I’m sorry.”
“Besides, it’s not like you or Robin or Eddie want to date me,” you teased and he felt like his heart was going to stop. He knew full well that was a lie, "so please just be happy for me? And if it turns out horribly, I give you full permission to say I told you so you."
Steve offered a curt nod in response but you could tell something was still bothering him. You didn't want to push him; hopefully he'd tell you soon.
"Okay," he finally murmured as he followed after you, "okay."
"I love you, Stevie," you reached for his hand and gave it a firm squeeze. Steve felt his heart drop into his stomach at your words. If only you knew how desperately he wanted to say those words back to you - but in a different sense. He knew you meant them, but he wanted if you meant them how he did, "you're my best friend. Nothing is ever going to change that."
"I love you too," each word broke his heart but he couldn't bring himself to say anything else.
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"You didn't tell me," Steve stormed in Family Video causing Robin to startle as she threw the magazine in her hands to the side. Her cheeks turned red as she opened and closed her mouth a few times.
"I-I don't know what you're talking about," she lied - terribly. Steve raised an eyebrow at her but she tried to shrug innocently.
"Mikey," at the sound of the name she visibly cringed, "she's going out with Mikey. You knew!"
"It wasn't my place to tell you," she whispered, giving him a small sympathetic look, "I figured she'd tell you. I’m sorry, Steve.”
“I just…Mikey,” he scrubbed his hands over his tired face and groaned lightly, “I can’t believe it. What am I supposed to do?”
“You could…tell her,” Robin put her hand on his shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze. Steve was a lot of things, but he was still her best friend and she wanted the best for him - for the both of you, “it’s just an idea.”
“I can’t…” he offered her a small, pained little half smile, “I can’t just tell her that…”
“You’re in love with her,” she finished for him and he nodded sadly.
“I can’t just tell her…” he sighed, “I can’t…what if it ruins everything?”
“Or, what if it changes everything for the better?” she suggested, trying to cheer him up, “what if she finally admits she’s in love with you too? Maybe she just needs a little push in the right direction.”
“What if she doesn’t love me back?”
“That’s impossible,” Robin scoffed and waved him off, “she’s in love with you. It’s so obvious.”
“Yeah?” he asked, eyes twinkling with happiness.
“Definitely.”
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You felt like you were floating on air as you made your way to Steve's house for your weekly hangout session with him and Robin. Without even bothering to knock, you let yourself in and found your best friends on the couch, all sprawled out and comfy.
"Hello my loves," you grinned as you sat on the floor in front of them. Robin perked up instantly but Steve looked more hesitant, "how are you all on this lovely Saturday?"
"Good," Robin glared at Steve before he could say anything else, "you know what we want - tell us all about it!"
You almost squealed in excitement as she grinned at you, "okay, so, you know how Mikey always seemed a little…like a jerk?"
"That's because he is," Steve rolled his eyes as you rolled your eyes playfully.
"He actually wasn't - he was super sweet. And funny and nice," you sighed softly, thinking back to how he'd walked you to your door and asked if he could kiss you goodnight, "I had a lot of fun with him."
"Did he try to touch you or anything-"
"No, Steve," you had hoped he wouldn't do but here he was, still choosing to act childish, "he was nice. He walked me to my apartment and even asked if he could give me a kiss."
"And you said no?"
"And I said yes," you looked at him pointedly, "I had a good time with him…we're going out again tomorrow."
"What?!" Robin and Steve asked at the same, in varying voices of surprise.
"Mhmm," you sighed happily, "we're going to a movie and then dinner. I dunno if anything is going to come of this, but I had a good time and I guess I might as well just see where it goes."
"Are you…sure?" Robin swallowed the lump in her throat as you nodded.
"I'm going to go and grab some snacks and make lemonade," you hopped back up and gave Steve's shoulder a squeeze as you walked to the kitchen, "be right back!"
Steve looked at Robin with wide eyes and threw up his hands in exasperation. Robin cast a look towards the kitchen where you were and sighed lightly before turning back to her favorite dingus, “what am I supposed to do now, genius? She had a good time with him!”
“You have to tell her,” she hissed at him, “you have to tell her now or she’s going to think that you don’t care!”
“I can’t just…” he pinched the bridge of his nose and leaned back against the couch, “she’s going to go out with him again.”
“That’s exactly why you have to tell her!”
“No-”
“Yes!”
“I can’t - I’m not going to tell her.”
“You’re potentially going to lose her forever,” she leaned over, her eyes wild as she tried to get her point across, “just tell her!”
“Rob-”
“Ooh, who are you telling? And what?” you chose that time to come back into the living room, arms filled with snacks and a curious expression on your face. When you saw the surprised looks from both of them you only grew more excited, “wait - Steve, is there a girl?”
“Ughh….” he looked like he wished the ground would open up and swallow him whole. Robin was silently screaming at him to just tell you, finally tell you that he was in love with you, “y-yeah…kinda.”
“Well that sounds very exciting,” you beamed at him and he felt his heart almost stop, “you’ll have to keep us posted, right Rob?”
“Yeah,” she looked dismally between your exuberant face and Steve’s sheer panic, “keep us posted, Dingus.”
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He couldn’t bring himself to do it. Steve Harrington found it impossible to tell you that he was in love with you. Which seemed so incredibly stupid considering you were slipping away from him little by little. It broke his heart every day.
But you were happy, you appeared to be happy anyway. He worried that if he said something he would cause you to be unhappy, even if you did feel the same way. It was a wild place in his head as he repeatedly mulled over his options and still found no real solution. Robin kept insisting he tell but instead he kept pulling away from you.
It did hurt you - it hurt to have your best friend getting more distant all the time. Every time you saw him, he seemed to have some reason not to see you - busy or tired or other plans.
So you decided to go and find him when he couldn't escape you - at work. You confirmed with Robin that Steve was working and headed down to Family Video to get some answers.
Steve was leaning against the counter, flipping through some magazine when you walked in. When he first looked up, he didn't realize it was you, but once he processed everything he dropped the magazine in surprise.
"Hi Steve," you held up a hand as a peace offering before making your way slowly to the counter.
"Hi," he almost choked on the words as he quickly realized where all of this was inevitably leading to. He watched as you walked up to him, hesitantly and braced himself.
"Stevie," you almost whispered his name as you stood in front of him, a little pout on your face, "are we okay? I feel you've been avoiding me…and if it's something I did, I'm sorry. But could you please at least tell me so I know? I've been missing you like crazy."
"I know…I'm sorry," he sighed wearily as you offered him the smallest of smiles, "it really isn't you, it's me. I'm the problem."
“What are you talking about?” your question almost came out like a laugh. You were positive that he was making a joke, but the look on his face was anything but amused, “Steve?”
“I’m in love with you.”
And there it was. After so long, it was all out in the open. And it had been the easiest and hardest thing of his life. Steve wasn’t quite sure what he expected you to say or do in response, but the silence you offered in response was enough to make him squirm.
“What did you just say?” your mind was reeling. He hadn’t possibly said that, right? It wasn’t possible…right?”
“I said…I’m in love with you,” he repeated, his pretty face flushing pink as you looked at him in surprise, “I have been for a long time…and I just….the time never seemed right. I couldn’t bring myself to do it.”
“You’re in love with me?” you squeaked as he slowly nodded. You had been dying to hear those words for years. You had always held onto the hope that he would one day reciprocate the feelings you had harbored as well, “oh Steve.”
“I wanted to tell you sooner…but I couldn’t do it. And now, seeing you with Mikey,” he shook his head at himself, scoffing slightly, “I can’t stand it. I thought maybe if I created some space, it’d be better for both of us. But it didn’t - I’m still in love with you. I don’t think I can change that.”
“That’s not fair,” you felt the tears prickling at the back of your eyes as your voice shook. You stared at the fluorescent lights of the ceiling and exhaled shakily, “you can’t just…do that.”
“I’m sorry,” he swallowed the lump in his throat, “I wished I would have told you sooner.”
“Me too,” you allowed yourself to meet his eyes and found them curious and worried, “I wished you would have told me years ago, Stevie. I’ve been wanting to hear those words for years.”
“Wait - you…you’ve been waiting?” he asked and you nodded, “does that mean…you love me too?”
“I’ve been in love with you since we were kids - before we were even friends,” you confessed and the reality of what you said came crashing down around him - hard. All those wasted nights - wasted years - and the whole time you both felt the same way, “but now…I just. You picked the worst time to do this. But I guess it all makes sense, doesn’t it? Anytime I even just went on a date you hated the idea.”
“Yeah,” he held up his hands and waved them around lightly, “so…yeah. But now that we both know-”
“It doesn’t change anything,” a few tears had rolled down your cheeks and you hastily wiped them away as Steve’s face fell, “I’m with Mikey-”
“But you and I-”
“You’re too late,” you got choked up as you looked at him and shook your head, “you should have said something a long time ago. I’m dating Mikey, Steve. And I really like him, and I’m not breaking up with him. He is someone I could see loving and being with for a long time.”
“You’re going to stay to with him?” and just like that, Steve’s world came crashing down around all over again, “even though…we love each other?”
“I love him!” you sighed in exasperation, “I do - he’s a good guy and I enjoy being with him and spending time with him. I’m not going to break up with him just because you decided to tell me now that you’re in love with me. It’s not fair to me and it wouldn’t be fair to him.”
“Oh,” he looked so crestfallen that you almost wanted to just change your mind. But…you couldn’t. You meant what you had said - you really loved Mikey, “oh.”
“I’m sorry,” this time you apologized and wished the ground would swallow you whole, “I am, Steve. But this…w-we’re not going to be together. Not now anyway.”
“Are you saying there’s a chance?” his heart skipped a few beats as you shrugged lightly.
“I’m not saying anything,” you shrugged, “I’m just saying the future is never set in stone, things change and happen. But right now, nothing is going to change.”
“Okay,” he nodded and gave you the only smile he could muster up. It was a ghost of the normally beaming smile he held for you, “I…well. I guess I’ll see you around?”
“Sure,” there was a tight lipped smile on your face. You weren’t sure exactly what to say or do or even what the near future held for the two of you but right now you needed to create an intentional bit of space between yourselves, “see you around, Stevie.”
“Wait,” he caught you just before you made it out the door and you turned around to face him again, “I’m sorry - really.”
“Yeah,” you whispered back softly, before stepping out the door, “me too.”
He held up his hand and you returned the gesture before walking back to your car. Steve watched you go, his heart breaking with each step you took further and further away.
He could have had it all. But he was just too late.
#steve harrington#steve harrington x you#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington x fem!reader#steve harrington imagine#steve harrington one shot#joe keery#s#st#stranger things
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I came across that clip in CW where Steve says that Rumlow saying Bucky made him feel like a 16 years old again and I can't help but think of a 17 year old Bucky telling a 16 year old Steve that he loves him for the first time. Steve being completely shocked and not believing Bucky because he could have anyone so why would he choose his asthmatic friend who keeps falling sick all the time and Bucky having to assure Steve that he loves him regardless of how society perceives him and he isn't going to change his mind so Steve might as well get on board with the idea.
Also Bucky calling Steve 'Stevie' is my absolute favourite thing and I'm a 100% sure that Steve would punch anyone else who tried to call him that but when Bucky does it, it feels like home.
Aaaahhhh yes, I'm such a sucker for the prewar love confessions trope 😫 Well, to be fair, I'm a sucker for Stucky love confessions at any age and in any era, but ugh, prewar Stucky is just special, isn't it? 💘 Poor Steve would have so much trouble believing Bucky really loved him that way, really wanted him, of all people, but Bucky would his very best to convince him (he's very good at that though, of course)
And I know the public opinion on Bucky calling Steve 'Stevie' is split, but I personally absolutely love it when it's used well and sparingly 💜 There’s just something so endearing about their nicknames for each other that no one else uses, you know? Buck and Stevie, sitting in a tree 🥺
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the chapmans 🫱🏼🫲🏼
basically i don’t actually play legacy challenges but i have a save i mentally refer to as my “legacy save” bc i don’t tend to play out full generations ever except for this one save. but even then it’s almost 3 years old and i’m just starting on gen 3 lmfao bc i literally just came to terms with the idea of my “founders” dying. but here’s one of my favorite families, i’m putting a bit about them each under the cut bc y’all know by now i can’t just show u their pretty faces and go :) feeling rather tender since it’s been a while since i opened this save 🥺
will chapman: will’s an absolute sweetheart who was in love with bliss’ fiery spirit since first grade. she was very perplexed by the total lack of agenda behind his kindness at first and highly suspicious of his seemingly infinite patience, but eventually she learned to accept his unconditional love around senior year of high school and is all the better for it. will’s smack dab in the middle of a big family, with two older brothers and a younger brother and sister (twins), so his easygoing nature served him well growing up. will and bliss are a perfect match, each other’s missing puzzle pieces, their differences complement and challenge each other in the best ways--
bliss chapman: the firstborn daughter of my ‘legacy founders’ and the oldest of four, bliss was an absolute handful to raise. she had a lot of anger issues growing up and a hard relationship with her little-miss-perfect mother. (this was so sad actually, her poor mom marley had 0 idea what to do). she had a big complex about deserving love, especially the kind of love her parents have for each other. will helped her heal a lot of those wounds. she freaked tf out when they accidentally got pregnant with kit after college but watching her blossom as a mother was so special 😭 it was the exact kind of thing all her fears and insecurities told her she’d be bad at her whole life, but bliss has a really big heart and was much better at parenting then she ever could’ve predicted. bliss had a lifelong obsession with space and became a mechanical engineer before accomplishing her dream of being an astronaut. (bliss is so so special to me and i have a lot of writing about her 🥺❤️)
kit (katherine) chapman: kit’s always wanted to be a doctor like her dad and is about to start at britechester to do it! she’s a huge geek and was very awkward and shy her whole life and recently blossomed into a very pretty girl, but she doesn’t really know what to make of that yet. the only time she’s perfectly articulate is during debate, she’s really good at it and all of her social anxiety melts away once she gets going! she thinks it’s the planning and organization. kit made henry puffer her entire personality for most of her childhood.
stevie chapman: the self-declared “problem child,” stevie doesn’t actually cause many problems. she keeps up decent grades and is nice to her siblings, and in exchange her parents turn a blind eye when she sneaks out to catch a weeknight concert in the arts district. a hardcore adrenaline seeker, stevie’s parents (lovingly) anticipate the day she moves out and they no longer have to bear witness to her constant scrapes. she never runs out of energy and is fun and bubbly. her family thinks stevie’s desire to be perceived as a rebel is quite cute and usually they indulge her. (for any fellow frozen pines fans, stevie was named after @\softpine’s stevie 🥺 she was born a few months after i first read all the camellia posts and became obsessed ❤️)
elliot chapman: the accident bonus baby! will and bliss planned on not having any more kids, but sometimes mc command center god has other plans! they’re young parents though so it makes sense. elliott has no discernable personality yet because i did not plan for him. poor baby will most likely have a complex about being the extra as an adult.
#ts4 edit#sims 4 edit#ts4#sims 4#ts4 cas#sims 4 cas#create a sim#ts4 portrait#sims 4 portrait#my sims#sim: kit chapman#sim: bliss wright#sim: will chapman#sim: stevie chapman#sim: elliott chapman#wm: ts4
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welcome home
a/n: back with some more sub!steve<3 based off a request from anon
pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader
word count: 2.3k
warnings: smut, 18+ minors dni, sub!steve, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, size kink if you squint
summary: you come back from a weekend away to steve being a lil clingy subby baby 🥺
taglist: @sweetiestevie @dukesmebby
The cab rounded the corner onto your street, a 30 second drive from your house at the end of the road. The air outside was frosty and cold, you longed to be back inside the comfort of your own home. Back into the warmth of the open fireplace, and into the arms of Steve.
You’d been away on your family’s annual holiday vacation and sure, you love spending time with them but you missed him, and Steve missed you. He’d usually accompany you on these trips but you went this one alone, and it was safe to say you wouldn’t be doing it again.
You paid the cab fare and thanked the driver, dragging your suitcase to your front door. You were barely through the door before Steve was barrelling towards you, setting your suitcase aside for you and wrapping you up in his arms. You giggled as the boy picked you up and spun you round, smothering you in wet kisses all over your face.
Lips tugging into a wide grin at Steve’s affection, your arms swung over his shoulders as your fingers tugged at the stray strands of hair at the back of his head, “Okay! Okay, okay,” you breathed out, “you can put me down, pup.”
Steve faltered at the pet name, his grip on you softening as he set you back down on the floor. He leant into you, the tip of his nose brushing along the slope of your own, “‘M sorry, I just missed you.”
“I missed you too, Steve.” You hushed the boy, tone soft and endearing. You brought your hands up to cup his cheeks, thumbs rubbing at the soft skin there.
Caving, the look on his face too sweet, too cute, you pressed your lips to his in a soft kiss. He sighed into your mouth, the grip on your waist tightening by the second. Poor Steve had been on edge the whole weekend, yearning to touch you, to hold you, to be held by you. Desperate to feel all of you. Sure phone sex was great, but it had nothing on the real thing.
It was common knowledge between the two of you that Steve’s love language was acts of service and physical touch and so you let him cook you a nice hot meal, let him do the dishes and you certainly let him lay his head in your lap when you cuddled up on the couch for the evening.
When it was time for bed, Steve was pressed impossibly close to your side. Your legs tangled together beneath the sheets, his face buried in the crook of your neck so he could let your perfume and shampoo overcrowd his senses. His hand was shoved underneath your shirt, fingers tracing soft shapes on the bare skin below your chest, lips pressing delicate kisses to the spot below your ear.
“Steve,” you sighed contently. Your fingers found their way into his hair like they often did, digits tangling in the messy locks. You could feel his half-hard cock pressed up against your thigh beneath the soft cotton of his boxers, the familiar tingling sensation already working it’s way into your lower stomach.
“Baby, missed you so much.” Steve whined into your neck, his teeth nipping at your earlobe. “Please, just want to make you feel good, please let me make you feel good?”
You pursed your lips into a smirk, eyes fluttering closed at the feeling of his hot breath fanning against your skin. Your fingers tugged at his hair, pulling him back a little so you could get a look at him.
“Yeah?” You teased, your fingers caressed his cheek, thumb wiping over his plump bottom lip, “Wanna make me feel good, Stevie? Wanna make me cum?”
Steve groaned, a low rasp from his throat, “Y-yeah, so bad. Please, can I make you cum?”
You hummed in response, your fingers trailing down his face to his chin, a digit hooking underneath bringing his focus to you. His big brown eyes bore into yours, a dark cloud of desire glazing them over, his lip jutting out into a pout.
“I suppose,” you started, your teasing tone going straight to Steve’s cock, “can you be a good boy and eat my pussy, hm? Bet you’re dying for a taste, Stevie.”
“Oh,” he whined, hips rutting his hardening cock up against your pudgy thigh, “I’ll be good, baby, I’ll be your good boy.”
“Go on, then, baby. Go ‘head.” You instructed, urging Steve to clamber down the bed between your thighs.
Steve gripped your soft thighs in his hands, spreading them eagerly. You still had your underwear on, a delicate lilac lace covering your core. Steve’s breath hitched in his throat as he mouthed at your cunt over the material, the tip of his nose nudging your clit softly.
You breathed out a moan, sweet and quiet, your body relaxing at Steve’s mouth on you. He continued to lick and suck at you through your panties, inhaling your scent, something he knew drove you fucking wild. The material now soaked with his spit and your arousal, sticking to your core.
Clutching the sheets beside you, you bucked your hips off the bed a little needily, moaning, “Stevie, take ‘em off, please? Can you do that f’me?”
Steve nodded avidly, fingers hooking beneath the waistband to pull the lace down your legs. His large palms gripped your thighs once more, pushing them to your chest. His tongue darted out to lick a flat stripe up your pussy, your back arching off bed, a high-pitched keen leaving your lips.
He continued to lap at your folds, your slick covering his mouth and chin. Steve’s face fully buried in your pussy now, his tongue essentially devouring you. The boy moaning and groaning into your cunt like his life depended on it, his lips wrapped around your clit tightly, harshly sucking on the nub.
You mewled above as Steve ate your pussy like a man starved, your hands yanking your shirt up to expose your skin. Your fingers toyed with your tits, pinching and pulling at your nipples, the twinge sending shivers down your spine.
“Feels so good, Stevie,” you whined, hips bucking up into the boy’s face, “doing such a good job, baby.”
Words of praise dripped from your tongue like no one’s business, loving how Steve would whine into you when you did. Your hands flew to his hair as he sucked on your clit, a single digit teasing your hole as he did. Yanking on his locks, your hips rutted up, essentially grinding your pussy against his tongue.
Steve stayed quiet, save for the groans tumbling from his chest. His hips rutting against the mattress, trying to relieve some tension from his aching cock. He added a second finger now, long and thick scissoring you open as he lapped at your swollen clit.
You were close and Steve could feel it, your walls clenching around his fingers, thighs shaking beside his head. You moaned loudly above him, feeling the wave of pleasure overcome your body.
“Can you make me cum, sweet boy? ‘M so close.” You whined, forehead slick with sweat as your chest heaved. Giving Steve the perfect view of your tits from below.
Steve hummed into your cunt, fingers working faster now. Digits curling inside you to brush against that sweet spot, his free hand holding your own, fingers lacing together in a sweet gesture.
“Oh, fuck,” you whined, “just like that, Stevie, shit–” hips bucking wildly as you came, the coil in your lower stomach snapping in half. Your vision starry as Steve lapped up your orgasm happily, humming into you as your whole body quaked.
Your breath was shaky as you came down from your high, Steve’s warm palms stroking up and down your thighs softly. The boy pressed delicate wet kisses on the inside of your thighs, his nose nudging at the apex of your thighs.
“C’mere, baby,” you cooed, sitting up in bed. Steve shuffled towards you, sitting back on his heels between your thighs.
Your hands cupped his warm cheeks, as your lips brushed against his in a sweet kiss. You groaned into his mouth at the taste of yourself on his tongue, licking against each other desperately.
Your hands ghosted over Steve’s chest, fingers tickling at the thatch of hair there. They wandered over his warm skin until they reached his stomach, your fingers stroking over the aching bulge beneath his boxers.
“Can I take care of this for you, sweetie?” You asked, nose pressing into his cheek as you covered him with kisses, “Such a good boy f’me, let me ride your big cock?”
“Fuck,” Steve groaned, nodding eagerly as you sucked a pretty little mark into the column of his throat, “please? Need you.”
Your heart swelled at his words, despite their meaning, but the earnest and sincerity his voice held made your heart flutter. You pushed him back, urging him to lean back against the headboard of your bed.
“Lay back for me, baby.” You hushed, tone soft and saccharine.
Steve lay back, head resting against the headboard. Your fingers hooked under the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down his legs. His stiff cock slapped up against his stomach, a petty whine escaping his lips as the cool air hit the sensitive skin.
Leaning over the boy, you wrapped your small hand around his cock, fist pumping him a few times. You had barely touched him, but Steve was so fucked already. His face flushed a pretty pink, his chest heaving with heavy breaths, his eyes glassy and pleading. Your lips leaked saliva onto the tip of his cock, hands working to spread the slick.
“Your cock’s so big, Stevie, don’t know how it’s gonna fit in this little pussy.” You cooed, your words going straight to his cock, the length tensing in your hand.
Steve glanced down at you, seeing your small hand wrapped around him, your fingers barely able to touch your thumb. He groaned loudly, craving the stretch he always caused when you fucked.
“Please,” he begged now, his hand outstretched to you, the other gripping his hair as he pushed it back from his forehead. “I’ve been so good, please, baby.”
“Okay, okay,” you hushed him, clambering to straddle his lap, holding his cock to line up with your entrance, “this what you want, Stevie?” You chuckled as the boy could only nod, lost for words.
You let the tip push into you, the sweetest whine leaving his lips. You sunk down further, inch by inch, you both groaning into the quiet of the room at the feeling; your warm, wet walls completely wrapped around him and his cock filling you up so well.
Giving yourself a minute to get used to the stretch, you moaned out, “Filling me up so good, Steve, your thick cock’s stretching me out so wide.”
Steve faltered, head thrown back against the headboard. His hands flew to your hips, fingertips grabbing the flesh there, trying to coax you into starting some sort of rhythm along his length.
You chuckled above him, your hands clutching at his broad shoulders for purchase. You began to rock your hips slowly, dragging your sopping wet cunt along the length of his cock. Steve was a moaning mess below you, the muscles in his stomach contracting with every snap of your hips.
“‘M not gonna last.” Steve whined, whimpering as his eyes squeezed shut, his fingers digging pretty bruises into the fat of your hips, his toes curling behind you.
“S’ok, Stevie,” you muttered, forehead coming to rest against his own, the tips of your noses brushing against each other, “you’re doing so well, such a good boy.”
Fuck, Steve mumbled under his breath. Your praise and pet names pushing him closer to his orgasm. You began to fuck your hips faster now, a dirty grind of your pussy along his cock. The tip brushed against your sweet spot with every stroke, your walls clenching around him so tightly.
The boy pulled you close, his arms snaking around your waist, his hands splayed across your back. Steve buried his face in your chest, his lips pressing wet kisses to your tits over the material of your shirt.
Ass bouncing on his cock now, your fingers carding through his hair, holding him to you, “Does it feel good, baby? Tell me how good this pussy feels.”
“Yeah,” he groaned, “feels so good. Christ, pussy’s so fucking wet.” Steve moved his hands to your ass now, squeezing the flesh as he pushed and pulled at your hips.
“Mm,” you hummed, “so wet f’you, Stevie, no one else.”
You could feel how desperate he was, how tight he was gripping your flesh, how his whole body was tensing. The sweet little whines and whimpers he was humming into your skin. It was bliss, really, when the two of you got to have each other like this.
“Please,” he whined, “I can’t— baby, ‘m gonna cum,” his hands pulling your hips harder, his cock sitting deeper in your cunt, “please? Can I cum?”
“Awe, course, Stevie,” you hushed the boy, your hands cupping his cheeks, “you can cum, baby. Will you cum f’me?”
Steve groaned, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. His brows punched together in pleasure, his features awash with pure euphoria. Abs tensing as he crossed over the threshold.
“God, fucking Christ—“ he moaned sweetly, a high-pitched sound that rang throughout the quiet room. Hot cum spilling into you as you continued to rock your hips over him, gentle movements as Steve rode out his orgasm.
You stroked his hair soothingly as you cradled his head in your neck, his shallow breaths fanning over your skin. You stilled in his lap, his hands running up and down your back beneath your shirt.
“It’s so nice to be home.” You chuckled softly.
Steve hummed against your skin, his lips tugging up into a grin, “Yeah, welcome home, baby.”
#steve harrington#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington x you#steve harrington x y/n#steve harrington smut#steve harrington fanfiction#steve harrington fic#stranger things fic#stranger things smut#k.fic#request
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i wrote the skinny butch eddie head cannon and thank you i am a writer <3 but ive never written a pwp cause im never sure how to make it work!! well, i guess i wrote a couple for reddie years ago but, none for steddie
((ALSO im sorry, i had another thought. idk what it is but something about butch eddie making pretty cheer leader stevie take her strap up the ass?? the flush of humiliation of stevie knowing that eddie is only doing it because eddie knows stevie finds it embarrassing, only doing it because she knows stevie will love it and now eddie can mock her that she likes cock in all her holes))
oh oh OH MY GOD that's so hot... fem Eddie fucking Stephanie up the ass with her strap and completely ignoring her poor needy wet pussy that's right there and needs attention so badly? Despite how much her pretty girl begs? That's so mean I love it... I think Eddie would fuck all her holes in one night to overstimulate her as much as possible, not stopping until Stephanie's crying and saying she can't come anymore, her mascara running down her face, cheeks blotchy, her pussy and ass so sore from Eddie's strap 🥺
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