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steddie-there · 1 year
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I see all the "Steve needs glasses because of all the beatings he's gotten" takes and I raise you "Steve has always low-key needed glasses but no one ever noticed until his vision got worse from the beatings."
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Steve: Wait, so you're telling me that tree leaves don't blend together when you're farther away than standing right next to the tree?
Robin: No? Like, you know leaves are separate, right, dingus?
Steve: Well, yeah! Up close! But I thought it was some sort of... camouflage, or something! Like zebra stripes! That when you got far enough away the leaves just all looked like one big blob!
Robin: ...
Robin: Camouflage?!?!
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Eddie: So how'd you pass all those eye exams they gave us if the letters were blurry?
Steve: Well, I was always after Maggie Harmon in line and she was super smart, I mean, she even had glasses, so I just...
Eddie: You just what, Steve?
Steve: *hands over his face* I copied her answers.
Eddie: Steve, light of my life, are you telling me... you cheated on an eye exam?
Steve: I thought people would think I was stupid if I got the answers wrong!
Eddie: *processing* So you thought... it was a test... of how smart you were?
Steve: I was six!
Eddie: *trying not to laugh* Oh, Stevie, I love you.
Steve: *grumbly* Love you, too.
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Steve becoming a voracious reader now that reading doesn't give him a blinding headache. He didn't know books could be that awesome! They were always just painful!
Eddie loves it because the first thing Steve decides to read is "that nerd shit" (aka LOTR) and he gets really into it.
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The first time Steve puts on his glasses
Steve: *staring at Eddie kinda awestruck*
Eddie: What?
Steve: It's just - your eyes are even prettier than I thought.
Eddie: *utterly in love*
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Eddie: So, yeah, apparently Steve has needed glasses for a while now.
Dustin: Hold on. What? Steve, how long has your vision been shit?
Steve: Ummmm, I mean, it's been getting worse for years.
Dustin: So when you fought Billy - could you actually see him?
Steve: *starting to get annoyed* Yes, I could see him. He was just sort of. Blurry.
Dustin: *as if he's just made a fascinating discovery* Maybe that's why you lost so many fights! Maybe you're not actually terrible at fighting, you just couldn't see!
Steve and Eddie in tandem exasperation: Dustin!
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Of course, it's also sad because even if no one else figured it out, Steve's parents should have. But they didn't. And he thinks about that sometimes when he sees himself in the mirror with his glasses on. And it's just one more way he knows he wasn't wanted. They didn't even care enough to notice he couldn't see. When that happens, he gets reallh quiet and Robin and Eddie know exactly what he's thinking. Eddie pulls him down onto the couch next to him and Robin curls up on top of him with her arms wrapped around him in a hug and Eddie kisses his cheeks and they remind him that they want him.
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Also, Eddie thinks Steve is insanely hot with the glasses. Every morning, the first thing Steve does when he wakes up is put on his glasses. The first thing Eddie does is kiss him until those glasses are fogged up.
Eddie: If you'd been wearing these that time in the boathouse, I think I'd have had a hard time deciding if I wanted to hold a bottle to your neck or jump your bones.
Steve: *blushing*
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huariqueje · 7 months
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Cold snap - Steve Smulka
American, b. 1949 -
Oil on linen , 36 x 48 cm.
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strangersatellites · 11 months
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best friends steve and eddie who think it would be funny to have a fake engagement photo shoot and send out wedding invitations and a gift registry to famous people.
best friends steve and eddie who get a keurig from oprah, a knife set from samuel l. jackson, a set of wine glasses from tony hawk, and a plethora of other household items they’d been eyeing for their shared apartment with robin and nancy and laugh so hard they can’t breathe.
best friends steve and eddie who keep up the charade and swindle free cake samples out of all of the local bakeries and eat cake until they’re sick.
best friends steve and eddie who know they’d be the talk of the town attending their high school reunion back home hand in hand and don’t see the issue with keeping it up a little longer.
girlfriends robin and nancy wondering how long steve has to keep wearing his ring around the house and eddie has to keep referring to him as his fiancé to their friends before they figure out that maybe it’s not pretend anymore. maybe it never was.
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Steve and Eddie realize they both also like men while in the Upside Down because Eddie started to panic about dying without having his first kiss. He was ranting about it to Steve, and it got to the point where it started to annoy Steve.
"Oh, Jesus Christ!" Steve exclaimed, grabbed Eddie's face, and planted one on Eddie.
Both of their eyes are wide open before they relax into the kiss. Eddie is pulling Steve closer, eagerly deepening the kiss. Oh, they both like it. They both like it so fucking much. It was at that moment that Robin had turned around only to find her best friend. . .making out with a dude?!
"Am I having a stroke?!" Robin exclaimed.
"What?" Nancy asked, turning around. "Oh my. . . We're in the middle of another dimension. . .suck face later!"
Eddie flipped her off and broke the kiss.
"Jealous, Wheeler? I stole your man!" Eddie hollered and slapped Steve on the ass, causing him to squeak. It was safe to say that Eddie was no longer panicking.
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ghost-proofbaby · 9 months
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y'all be saying "girl dinner" and then it's just photos of joe keery on stage smh
anyways
girl dinner!
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we say steve will be captivated if eddie ever actually takes care of his curls but what if during the process of Trying To Flirt eddie's like. well. steve's a Hair Guy right. i'll do Hair. and so he gets an actual hair care expert or like a magazine and does his hair as instructed and his curls are no longer a frizzy mess but instead neat, pretty little ringlets
and like. Project Flirt With Steve has been mostly successful so far even if they aren't dating yet, just kind of enjoying the back-and-forth, so he's expecting that when he walks into family video with his new hairdo steve might like. drop tapes or start drooling or something
but instead steve like. barely glances at him. goes back to what he was doing. doesn't even say hi like he usually would. and eddie's like ??? this isn't going as planned. and he goes up to the counter and robin goes oh eddie! new look? and that makes steve take a second glance. and he certainly does drop the tapes he was holding. but only because he's busy half-yelling 'WHAT DID YOU DO' with like a horrified look on his face
recovers enough to like. poke eddie's hair. like who are you and what did you do with my hot grungy metalhead you look like a poodle had sex with a haunted victorian doll. and it ends up with eddie just. laying face down on the floor while steve attacks his head with a brush and a hairdryer bc apparently he's not MEANT to have silky glossy curls.
just the biggest backfire in the history of flirtationships that may have pushed their get-together date back by several weeks
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sabrinadelreyy · 22 days
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let's take a moment to appreciate joe with glasses
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stevesbipanic · 1 year
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Jonathan can't help but feel guilty some days when he looks at Steve. He sees the glasses and the hearing aids and how sometimes Eddie or Robin would call to tell them that Steve won't be coming today because of a bad migraine.
He's not guilty about not being in Hawkins in '86. He's not guilty about not being in that Russian base. He's not guilty he wasn't there when Billy tried to attack the kids. He's not guilty because all those times he was elsewhere, helping the others, helping Will.
He's guilty because he was there the first time. He's guilty because before he'd even seen a demogorgan he gave Steve his first concussion. He's guilty because sometimes he wonders if Steve would be ok if he had one less hit to the head.
He's guilty because Steve never brings it up, never comments on '83 or about Nancy or about any of it. He's guilty because Steve invites him into his home, into his parties, into his life. He's guilty because Steve calls them friends. He's guilty because when Steve does bring it up he thanks Jonathan for "knocking some sense into me".
He's guilty because no matter how many times Steve has to put in his glasses, or have someone repeat words, or lays in the dark in pain, he never blames Jonathan.
Steve reminds him to not feel guilty, because there's nothing to feel guilty for.
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mardyart · 1 year
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sharing hobbies??? nicknames???? just kiss already ffs
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soupinaboot · 2 months
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Fuck it. Every Steve Harrington headcannon I have because I've been rotating that boy in my head like a pig on a stick
- Has had glasses since he was young but mostly wore contacts throughout high school due to being bullied in middle school for looking like a nerd
- Plays the piano or the violin, your pick
- In addition to the piano, he mostly plays jazz cause thats my favorite genre and I think it would be his too
- Has ALWAYS had horrible migraines but have since been a lot more difficult to deal with due to you know all that other shit that's been going on
- Does not know popular culture, I know it's very popular within the fandom that he only listences to what's on the radio or watchs only the recent released movies but that boy could barely name a single movie he does NOT know popular shit (this also goes with my jazz headcannon that he mostly just listenes to jazz in the car or at home)
- Surprisingly amazing at chess, no one in the party has managed to beat him
- Horror fan(books,shows,movies,etc)
- His best subject in school was math and I will die on this hill
- Between him and Eddie, he is the black cat
- Bisexual obviously, but a really do like the headcanon that he kinda knew he liked boys when he was younger and doesn't need Robin or Eddie to tell him(he was the one telling Robin that Vickie could like both just saying)
- Also asexual maybe
- Can cook
- SMOKER!!! He smokes in the first season, and in the third he makes a reference to smoking marijuana, he is NOT new to this
- Has really bad bedhead
- I can see him as having some form of OCD or ADHD
I'm forgetting most so be prepared for a part 2
Part 2
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38across · 10 months
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steve harrington + out-of-focus
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huariqueje · 7 months
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True Blue - Steve Smulka
American, b. 1949
Oil on canvas , 86 x 107 cm
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pixlokita · 6 months
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Fnaf movie spoiler silly sketch
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Can’t really draw rn but👌
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steddiealltheway · 2 years
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Eddie is the only one to notice that Steve squints at everything.
Whether this is menus, street signs, other people in general… he’s always squinting.
It becomes concerning when Steve starts missing exits, brushing it off as if he’s distracted rather than admitting he couldn’t read the sign in time. Then, while Eddie and Steve are playing babysitter for the kids at the fair, Steve panics when he loses sight of them. But they’re not far away and pretty hard to not notice.
Eddie doesn’t say anything. He just points them out and watches as Steve squints into the distance, pretending to see them. At least he trusts Eddie’s sight.
After they’ve dropped off almost all the kids, Eddie hesitates to get out of Steve’s car. He ushers Max to go on, explaining that he needs to talk to Steve.
Steve pulls outside of Eddie’s trailer home and nervously fiddles with the hem of his shirt. “What’s up, man?” He asks trying to sound casual.
“Steve, you need glasses,” Eddie says as a statement rather than a question.
“No I don’t,” Steve attempts to argue.
“You do.”
“Really, it’s not a big deal-”
“Not a big deal?! What happens when it’s not just exit signs that you’re missing? What if it’s a car?”
Steve just looks down and shrugs. Eddie will unpack that later, but, for now, he knows exactly what to say. “What if you’re with the kids when that happens?”
Steve’s head snaps up to look at Eddie, fear and shame flooding his features. He clears his throat. “We’ll go tomorrow,” Steve reluctantly says.
“I’m driving,” Eddie says half jokingly.
The visit to the eye doctor goes pretty well, and it’s quickly determined that yes, Steve really needs glasses. Eddie can’t help but whisper, “I told you so.”
Steve rolls his eyes.
When it comes to picking out the style of glasses, that’s when Eddie and Steve really start to struggle for different reasons. Steve struggles with the frames that best fit his face while Eddie… he struggles with the fact that Steve looks really hot in glasses.
Steve settles on a classic square frame that makes Eddie’s mouth go dry. Maybe making Steve get glasses wasn’t the best idea…
The optometrist finds Steve’s prescription lens in that exact frame, commenting on how he’s lucky they were in stock.
As soon as Steve puts them on, his eyes widen and jaw drops in awe. He looks around the room at the lights saying, “They’re… not blurry. I can see the bulbs.” When he looks outside at the trees he excitedly rambles, “The trees! I can see the leaves! And… the sign all the way down there… I can read it.”
Eddie chuckles which gets Steve’s attention. His gazes travels over the Eddie, and he freezes. It’s as if he’s seeing him for the first time. Which… he probably actually is.
Eddie shifts uncomfortably under the gaze, overly conscious of all the flaws Steve can now see clearly. Steve won’t stop staring.
The eye doctor clears his throat. Steve quickly looks away and hurries to pay. Eddie sighs in relief.
On the drive back, Eddie can’t help the wide smile that is permanently etched on his face as Steve shouts out all the different things he can see.
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“What the hell? Since when do you wear glasses?” Dustin asks getting in the car.
Steve self consciously pushes the glasses up his nose. “Since yesterday.”
Mike laughs but stops when Eddie shoots him a look. “They look great, don’t they?” Eddie asks, trying to get everyone to agree so Steve doesn’t convince himself that he doesn’t need them again.
“They really do,” Max replies with a smirk. Christ. Lucas rolls his eyes and agrees with Max. Will nods enthusiastically, and Mike remains silent.
Steve beams and looks over at Eddie, eyes flicking down to his lips and back up to his eyes. And for the life of him, Eddie cannot understand why Steve has been so fascinated with his lips since getting his glasses. It’s only been a day, and Steve has looked at them over a hundred times.
He shakes off the thought, listening to Dustin ramble on about Suzie as everyone else groans.
A few days later, when Steve and Eddie are hanging out alone, it finally becomes unbearable because Steve. Won’t. Stop. Staring. At. His. Lips.
And Eddie keeps nervously licking them, which has caused his lips to chap. So maybe that’s why he’s staring? But then, he puts on chapstick which maybe gives him another reason to stare?
Honestly, he’s about two seconds away from breaking.
Steve looks at his lips again. That’s it…
“Why the fuck do you keep staring at my lips? What is so fascinating about them? Are they weird looking? Do you have a sudden new interest in lips because of your glasses?” Eddie rambles on, knowing he sounds ridiculous but seriously. What is wrong with them?
Steve turns red and his mouth opens and closes a few times. “Uh…” is the only thing he can say apparently. He glances down at Eddie’s lips again. Eddie raises his eyebrows.
“Do you really want to know?” Steve asks.
“I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t,” Eddie says now concerned at what the hell Steve is going to say.
“This is going to sound so stupid, but… ever since I got my glasses and saw you… it was like… seeing you for the first time all over again. And…” Steve swallows and runs a hand through his hair. “I haven’t been able to see you the way I did… before.”
“What?” Eddie questions because what?
Steve runs a hand over his face and takes his glasses off, as if it’s going to help him to think. “I can’t stop thinking about the way your eyes shine and have such intense depth. The way the corner of your eyes crinkle when you smile. How I can see every strand of your hair and it looks… so soft…” Steve trails off and reaches for a curl, feeling it between his fingers before releasing it.
Eddie swallows. There’s no way that Steve means what he thinks he does.
Steve puts his glasses back on and stares at Eddie. He glances down at his lips and says, “And I mean it when I say I can’t see you the same way as before because I keep staring at your lips, and I want more than anything to kiss them.” His eyes flicker back to Eddie’s, pleading and scared. Steve corrects himself. “I want to kiss you.”
“Making you get glasses was the best thing I’ve ever done, then,” Eddie says, cupping Steve’s jaw and kissing him gently. His nose nudges against the frames, but he can’t complain.
Steve pulls back and takes the glasses off. “And taking them off is about to be the second best thing I’ve ever done,” Steve says before kissing Eddie again.
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strawberryspence · 2 years
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Wayne’s trying his best to get the picture hung as straight as possible.
There are kids screaming at the yard, he can hear Hopper arguing with Jonathan from the backyard, something about the movers or something, Eddie’s in the kitchen trying to hang his mug collection in display, Dustin and Mike are trying to carry more boxes to the house and the others are scattered everywhere in the new house, trying to do their own thing to help him out.
There’s a box full of framed pictures just beside his legs. Wayne’s still trying to level the frames. He was never one for pictures, until Eddie came home to him.
The first framed picture, he remembers buying the frame from a dollar store. No glass, just a flimsy plastic and plastic frame. Eddie was 12 in the picture, teeth crooked, hair growing, with the acoustic guitar Wayne bought for him. It’s secondhand but, Wayne still had to work double time for it. Every minute of it was worth with how big Eddie’s smile on the picture was. He just finished learning his first song and just finished playing it for Wayne. It’s Stand By Me by Ben E. King.
There’s more in pictures taken, more pictures developed and slipped into an album he bought from Melvald’s. But the second picture to be framed was when he was 15. It’s a picture that would make any person stop and think, “Who would frame a picture like that?” Eddie’s 15 in the picture, curly hair long and frenzied, but the highlight is his beaten up face. He has a growing black eye, there’s is crusty blood on his nose and Eddie Munson is beaming. He got into a fight, his first fist fight, and Wayne shouldn’t have framed it. But it’s also the same day Eddie came out to Wayne and Wayne will forever keep it close to his heart.
The next picture framed is when he’s 18. It’s the day Eddie’s supposed to be graduating High School, but didn’t. Eddie thinks he hides it well, the stress and disappointment that he’s not graduating, hiding it in sarcasm and witty jokes but Wayne can see through him even blind. He takes him out for the day to Indiana, they walk around, going to stores Eddie would love and ending it in a diner. Wayne asks the waitress to take a picture of them. Eddie breaks down that night, telling Wayne he didn’t deserve this and that he should be more disappointed, more angry before shutting himself to his room. He wakes up the next morning with Wayne trying to hang another framed picture in the trailer, Wayne tells him, “School’s not everything. You’re a good person, Ed. That’ll always be the most important thing to me.”
The first three framed pictures and album full of pictures are gone, eaten by the four fault lines that swallowed Hawkins whole in 1986. Wayne doesn’t care, not really, not when his son was being chased down by the whole town. His kind, weird, loud Eddie, who doesn’t even want to hurt bugs or spiders, always opting with setting them free rather than squashing them.
Eddie comes out alive, and free at the end of it. Because beyond everything, beyond being kind, generous, loud, funny, Eddie has always been a fighter. Between fighting real life monsters, signing NDAs and recovering from literal feral bat bites, Eddie gains a family. It’s weirdly shape, contains an actual 15 year old with super powers, the Mayfield girl who rose from the dead, those two comes with a gaggle of children, Chief Hopper who also rose from the dead, Joyce Byers, the Buckley kid, the reporter, two potheads. It’s a weird family, and still the weirdest part is Steve Harrington. Harrington. Still it was a family, held together with tape, trauma and love.
Wayne’s not Steve’s biggest fan. Not until Wayne gets the full story of how Eddie survived, he doesn’t get it until three months later. Only because Eddie wasn’t ready to talk about it. Eddie tells him that it was all Steve. Steve who gave him CPR, wrapped his wounds properly and carried him out of the hell hole with his own injuries. Wayne was kinda mad at Eddie for not telling him immediately, especially because he’s been giving Harrington the stinky eye for three months now, when in truth Wayne is forever in debt with him.
Eddie’s also babble mouth who told Harrington that more than anything Wayne was devastated to learn that the “Upside Down” goo washed up all of the pictures. For his birthday, Wayne’s not even sure how he knows, Steve buys him a secondhand camera, an empty album and a stack of empty frames. That starts a tradition that spread all throughout the family. It somehow culminated to them taking pictures of Eddie, and when they think it’s special enough, they frame it and give it to Wayne. Eddie hates the tradition, because why do you guys keep framing my picture???
That’s how he ended up here, in his brand new house, the one Eddie bought for him just after his second successful tour, with a big box full of pictures.
Wayne backs up from the wall full of frames, it’s accumulated so many different pictures now, now it’s not just Eddie. Now, it’s a burst of different pictures. Somewhere in the left, you will find the framed picture of when Eddie finally graduated, Robin, Nancy and Jonathan beside him with the same graduation gown. Beside it is a picture of the Party in their own graduation, beside it is a big collage frame with a picture of each kid when they also finally graduate college, there’s a picture of all of them when Joyce and Hop finally got married, a picture of when Robin, Steve and Nancy all graduated college, all separately. Pictures of weddings, and birthdays, and kids from the kids who he watched grow up, who now call him Grandpa Wayne.
Eddie’s pictures are still there, Eddie will always be there. Eddie in his first apartment, Eddie and his band when they first open a concert, Eddie signing his first contract, Eddie on his first radio interview, Eddie and his band on their first magazine cover. Just Eddie, living his dream.
“I think that one’s a little crooked.” A voice tells him. He turns to see Steve, a little older now, hair shorter, glasses thicker, a hearing aid always on his ear.
“Which one?” Steve points at the large picture. It’s a little bigger than the other frames.
Wayne smiles, moving closer to adjust the picture. In the picture, it’s with Steve and Eddie, both in their tuxes, Wayne in the middle as Eddie’s arms is hooked around Wayne’s shoulders and as Steve is laughing at something Eddie has said. Wayne’s just smiling at the two of them, the sun bright, brand new rings sparkling in the sun.
When satisfied, he moves back just as Eddie enters the room, a box in his hand, “I got you some new pictures.” He gives Steve a knowing smile, as Wayne accepts the box.
“I don’t remember the pictures very well, but I tried my best to describe them to Will.” Wayne’s hand flies to his mouth as he sees the framed pictures. They’re drawings, and they’re not the exact same, but it looks so similar to the pictures he lost in the earthquake, the pictures he long accepted he’ll never see again. It’s Eddie as a kid again, and it’s enough to bring tears to his eyes.
“This isn’t fair, Ed. You can’t just make me cry.” Eddie laughs as he gives his uncle a hug, a whisper of thank you’s exchanged.
They watch as Wayne hammers a new nail on the wall, placing it just beside the picture of Wayne standing beside Eddie as he holds his first award.
He straightens the pictures.
Takes a step back to look at it all.
Some of the frames fraying from the age, some pictures fading on the edges, some of it are crooked.
All of it filled with pictures, radiating a life lived with joy and happiness.
It’s perfect.
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hungharrington · 7 months
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I just can’t stop thinking about stevie’s huge hands, huge fingers…so fucking HOT
me too bestie…. me too 😳 mdni this entire blog is 18+
Faintly, you wonder how you’re supposed to go any further than this. You want to— god, even just eyeing the obvious strain in his pants which hides his leaking cock from you makes you keen for it.
You’re not ashamed to admit that the thought of Steve Harrington’s cock has been the star of several late-night fantasies. And you’re very close to making those fantasies a reality.
But it’s just, well…
“Fuck, listen to you…” Steve pants in your ear. “All this just from my fingers, baby?”
You whine loudly. Steve’s cocky tone makes a fair point even if he’s saying it just to make you squirm; you can feel the stretch it takes just to take his fingers. His long, slender fingers that rut into you, curling sinfully well. You’re gushing around his digits, your own hands clutching his shoulders as your forehead presses to his collarbone.
“I— ngh- shit, Steve. Fuck, that feels good, your fingers feel so good, so good,” It all feels like it comes pouring out of your mouth without your control, moans wrapped around every word.
“I know, baby,” He coos. His other hand sweeps over the back of your head sweetly, pushing back stray hairs. He nudges you up with his shoulder, hand on the back of your neck, and tries to meet your eye.
“Feels so good, doesn’t it?”
The squelch as his fingers fuck into you, fast and deep, is answer enough— but you open your mouth to answer anyway, knowing he loves your words.
Any semblance of a sentence is swallowed up. Steve’s hand slows for a moment, twisting so he can thumb at your clit before he continues, both motions in tandem. You cry out, eyes screwed closed, hips shoving forward. You want more. You’re not sure you can handle more.
Eyes struggling to stay open, you catch the flash of Steve’s pleased grin— fixed on your lust-filled expression before he focuses back between your thighs.
“Such a pretty pussy,” He murmurs, brushing a quick kiss to your forehead. You whimper, heat drawing up in your tummy. “Why don’t you cum on my fingers, mm?”
You’re panting now, clawing closer as Steve’s name leaves your lips in a string of whines and moans. Steve drinks it all in, his hand deserting the back of your neck to pinch at your nipple.
“C’mon sweetheart,” He says, cockily and sweet all in one. “Cum f’me and the we’ll see how well you take my cock, yeah?”
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