#steve harrington moodboard

[take-everything-you-can]

COZY FALL-ISH PARTY W/ STEDDIE

[munsonify]

— steve harrington masterlist —

— fully written

needed you || steve tells you he loves you after pumping his cum inside of you || smut 18+ MDNI

shower sex || steve asks to join you in the shower knowing full well you’d use up all the hot water before you even get to bathing || smut 18+ MDNI

support || when with your friends at a local diner, you see your ex boyfriend out with a new girl not even two weeks after the breakup. luckily, steve’s there to support you.

perfect girl || request: “okay you have some of the best steve harrington smut i’ve ever read first of all. and i wanted to request one where he’s like fingering the reader till she squirts while making out w her. like that’s so hot” || smut 18+ MDNI

— short thoughts

steve’s the kind of guy who… || smut 18+ MDNI

atta girl 😵‍💫 || smut 18+ MDNI

steve’s scent

drooling around steve || smut 18+ MDNI

steve’s a tit guy || smut 18+ MDNI

holding steve’s face

steve’s breeding kink || smut 18+ MDNI

steve’s body hair || smut 18+ MDNI

— headcanons

nsfw alphabet || smut 18+ MDNI

— moodboard

sugar daddy!steve || 18+ MDNI

boyfriend!steve

hands || 18+ MDNI

[mysticmunson]

date night: alpha!steve harrington x omega!reader

summary: finally scoring a date, things go smoothly until you present, and only one alpha knows.

word count: 2.8k

authors note: hii so i wrote this like two months ago and tried wrapping it up to have it posted, but i enjoy this au so please request some expansion requests :)

warnings: a/b/o dynamics, smut 18+

The pungent smell of fryer grease sifted through the air of Benny’s, a mountain of food divided into a few plates as you sat with Robin, who was in the midst of discussing her most recent ‘study date’ with Vickie.

“Get this! We’re sitting there, talking about chemistry, and bam!” Robin exaggerates, voice lowering in fear of someone overhearing, “She looked at me and kissed me!”

You gasp, smacking her shoulder with the back of your hand, a french fry between your thumb and index finger. 

The couple had kissed a few times now, but the excitement remained as you knew how badly your friend pined over the redhead. 

“We just need to find you someone now.” She teased, taking a bite of her grilled cheese as a string of orange came from between the bread.

“I’m determined to get laid by the end of this month,” You proclaimed, giving yourself around 30 days, “I want to experience it because when or if I present, I want to be somewhat prepared.”

Presenting was a concern for your age group, freshly out of high school, as everyone awaited to discover if they would become an alpha or omega. There had been a few start to show, including your best friend, Steve. 

His presentation was expected, his father a well-known alpha in town, and the traits of one showed early. He was fiercely protective of those he cared about, known to be more than good in the sheets, and strong. Having grown up with him, you saw it happen in real time, making it even stranger when you realized how attractive he became.

Still, Robin supported you on your journey, but worried for your safety. Over analyzing any recollection you shared of a man flirting with you, deciding he was a murderer or ugly, or both. 

In her bedroom, you stood in a loose blouse, tucked into a jean skirt and a matching jacket. Applying another layer of lipstick, you fretted over your appearance as you waited for the clock to strike 6:30, and for your date to pick you up here. 

“Steve is coming over.” Robin mentioned, sipping on her water bottle, sitting cross-legged on her bed.

“Okay,”  You reply, “We just need him gone by the time Devin comes.”

Steve was a great best friend, but he could be a real pain in the ass. He had been scaring any potential boyfriend away since middle school, deeming them not good enough or them being too intimidated by him as he faked a macho persona.

For the plan to work, he couldn’t know. He would go on a tangent about how you didn’t have to have sex just to do it. That was true, but it was hard to listen to a guy who had numerous sexual partners preach it.

The front door swung open as if on cue as you and Robin went to the living room, Steve kicking off his shoes. He began his rant about work, Family Video making him lose hair from stress and children yanking on his hair.

You paid attention, but kept an extra eye on the clock, noticing the hands nearing 6:30. Cursing Steve’s tangent for not letting him leave sooner, you swallowed your anxieties, peaking to make sure a car wasn’t outside. As inconspicuously as possible, you stood and went to grab your heels from Robin’s room. 

Toeing quietly, you were hoping to go unnoticed, but Steve decided to be aware for one of the first times tonight. “Where are you going? You’re dressed up.”

Shrugging, you leaned against the wooden door, “Just out for the night, a friend is picking me up.”

A terrible liar, you thought of something that wasn’t completely fictional, however, they both could tell. The sight of headlights caught your attention, standing straighter, “Okay, bye!”

Robin rushed to the front door to stick her head out as you walked away, “Wrap it before you tap it!”

Embarrassment crawling up your neck, you flicked her off behind your back, opened the car door, and stepped in.

“What!” Steve gasped, startling Robin as she shut the door and who hadn’t expected him to follow her or hear him. Thankfully, the car had pulled away, leaving a confused man with a bit too much heat in his cheeks at his best friend to get some.

“I’m just kidding, Harrington. Don’t get your panties in a twist.” Robin snarled, shoulder-bumping him as she went back to her couch. 

The date was fine, Devin was a kid you’d gone to school with since diapers. He had boyish features, cheeks a bit chubby with dimples, and was always polite. He had asked you to hang out a few days prior, agreeing on tonight.

Curls in your stomach that you attributed to nerves hadn’t vanished, even as you both mutually realized midway through your walk in the park that things were platonic. 

Heat simmered within you, discarding your jacket and feeling beads of sweat trickle down the back of your neck. It wasn’t hot outside, even as you walked around and chatted. 

“Are you okay? I don’t mean to sound rude, you don’t look well.” Devin questioned, a hand on your shoulder as your legs began to wobble. 

Nausea flooded you before dissipating, wavering emotions as you tried to make sense of what was wrong. 

Through the nerves, you kept thinking of Steve. How he would let his fingers trail against your lower back in hugs, kiss your head when leaving, and put his hand in front of your body when he hit the brakes too hard while driving.

“I don’t know.” You mumbled, feeling tears threaten through. As you made that statement, you felt the surge between your legs, knowing you had presented. 

It couldn’t be happening now. Not with someone you didn’t know well. Not when you hadn’t been able to score a boyfriend first. Not now. 

“I think I need to go home, I’m so sorry-” You began, huffing as streaks of mascara fell down your warm cheeks. 

Assuring you it was okay, Devin drove you home, even stopping to get you a snack to make your stomach feel at ease. While it didn’t help, you appreciated the thoughtful gesture and thanked him as he waited for you to get securely in your apartment.

The space went from chilly to scorching, removing any amount of clothes you could besides a pair of boyshorts. Your mind raced with confusion as your nipples became hard, feeling a chill, but like a fire on ice. 

Anxieties without category hit you, curling in a ball as you cried, sitting on your floor. It felt pathetic, but no stream of thought was strong enough to withstand the hormones.

Time slipped by as you tried regulating your breathing, applying slight pressure on your clothed core. A shrill ring came from your black phone, lifting the handle and pressing it to your ear.

“You were not supposed to answer!” Robin grumbled, already giving the heads up that she’d call to see if you were getting some, that no answer would be her answer. You had forgotten this rule, her tone making you bring in a fresh set of tears.

On the other end, Robin sat in her room with Steve walking in, not staying in the living room as she had asked. Her priorities were averted to the cry on the other side of the phone.

“Wait, what happened? Why are you crying? What happened with Devin?” Robin frantically questioned, Steve glancing over with furrowed brows as Robin had never stated who she was speaking with. 

“Devin? From junior year math class? That was the friend?” Steve grimaced, toying with nicknacks in his friend’s bedroom, earning a finger on the lips to quiet him down.

“I presented,” You whispered, “I’m so scared and uncomfortable and overwhelmed! What alpha do you know, I don’t care who it is anymore.” 

Though you would probably care later, the clouded judgment had you aching for any form of reprieve from the pain. 

“Fuck, I don’t know!” Robin squeaked, not wanting to reveal your status to Steve for fear of your embarrassment, but she contemplated. The gears of her brain turned as she questioned his overprotectiveness, the way he was quick to frustration when discovering you were on a date.

“Don’t worry, I’ll figure something out, Y/N. I promise.” She concluded, hanging up and grabbing her yearbook.

The faces of former students made her ill, but word got around about presentations, and she hoped that seeing their faces would make her recollect.

“What the hell’s going on? Do I need to go fight Devin?” Steve eyed his friend, an unnerving worry in his stomach. 

Biting her lip, she debated internally, “She needs help.”

“What is looking at that going to do?” Steve gawked, used to his friend’s antics, but still astounded when they acted erratically.

“I’m trying to remember who’s an alpha.”

“Why would you need to know who became an alpha-”

As the words left, his mouth ran dry, and he gulped while looking at Robin. She slowly looked up, watching the dark iris’ before her enlargen.

“Steve-” Robin began, the corner of a page between her two fingers.

The stern look on his face was withholding a multitude of emotions, ones she couldn’t quite make out. She made the judgment call that maybe Steve was your best bet.

“She’s at her place.” 

That was all that needed to be said before Steve ran out her front door and into his car. He had driven your route a million times, but never this fast. 

His blood pumped with nerves and excitement. He had spent his ruts alone, a fist full of himself with the occasional tears of frustration as he tried to alleviate his knot. But now you had presented as an omega.

Refraining from palming his crotch, he watched your streetlights come into view, throwing his car into park. The dark hallways were typically concerning, but your door was practically glowing within his mind.

He growled at the smell in the air, catching his attention more the closer he got. Gripping the door handle, it was unlocked, thankful no one else had noticed the compromising position. 

Choking on his own breath, he fumbled with the lock behind him and trekked down the dim hallway. The protectiveness he already felt was consuming, his palms sweating as he made his way closer. 

The door swung open too quickly as the handle slipped from his grasp, seeing you flinch from your curled position on the floor. 

As if you were nothing, he lifted you from your armpits, making you stand in front of him. Eyes blazing, he looked pointedly as he undid his belt.

“Your door.” He stated, voice wavering with stability.

Furrowing your brows, you looked up at him, “What?”

His shirt was shrugged off, tossing it to the ground as your eyes drifted to his broad chest, whimpering at the sight to his delight.

“It was unlocked, don’t you ever fucking do that again.” He gritted pushing his jeans off, cupping your cheek with one hand and leaning forward so the back of your knees touched your bed. 

His nose had skimmed against yours, breath fanning against your cheeks as you drank in every pheromone he perpetrated. Breath quickening, every thought coming to your head was vulgar, eyes softening in need.

“I won’t.” You whimpered, yelping as your back hit the wrinkled sheets, and his chest soon pressed against your bare one. 

“I mean it, don’t ever do that again, you could’ve gotten hurt.” He gripped your chin in his grasp, looking down at you as your clothed centers touched.

The brief touch made you wail, your body suddenly aware of what was to come. Equally as impatient, he grabbed one side of your underwear and ripped it. Repeating the act on the opposing side, the shreds of fabric were now a relic of the you before this moment.

Palming himself, looking down at your frame as a predator and prey, he growled. 

“How bad do you want it?” He egged on, ripping his own boxers off and onto the floor. 

“Please, Steve, please.” You whined, watching as his cock bobbed. Blushing profusely pink, your mouth watered at it and your chest began to burn with greed.

He seemed far too composed, the performance of himself he was forced to obtain through most of his teen years floating to the top. However, his soft spot was you. It always had been and both of your fresh senses were sensing the discomfort in both of you. 

“Alpha, please.”

That was all it took for his body to be pressed to yours and his lips to meet yours for the first time. 

Grunts and gasps came from you both as the underside of his cock rubbed against your folds, too consumed with how he tasted and how you smelled. 

“Keep that door locked, do you understand?” He gritted, fisting himself in his own grasp, his first thrust in synchronizing with your nod.

A pained cry rose from your lungs, tears already streaming down your cheeks, his lips kissing where the beads were.

Desperation reeked from you both as you grabbed at one another, needing any form of solidification that the other was there. 

Steve found comfort in your warmth, trying his best to soothe your discomfort with affection. Kissing on your neck or rubbing your clit, the latter making you shriek from sensitivity. 

“My omega now,” He sighed, balls reaching the curve of your ass as he settled against you, “my girl. Always have been.” 

“Always yours, alpha, always Steve.” You trembled, the veins of his length stimulating every ridge within yourself. His brown hair crowned around his face, only able to see him in your state of need. 

Though you were the one presenting, Steve felt the same wave of emotions he felt during his first rut, but now even more with another person. His person. The one who knew him since he had gaps in his front teeth, since he had graduated, and every minute moment before and after.

“Fuck, I love you.” He blurted out, feeling his own bashfulness creep up his neck. 

To his relief, you began to be more overcome with emotion, agreeing. Each thrust hit your spongy spot inside you, convincing you more and more he was the only one who could make you feel this way.

“I love you too,” You revealed, locking his lips between yours briefly, “M’sorry I didn’t ask for you first, I was nervous.”

Your words were sweeter than honey, but the implication that someone else almost came to your aid burned him deeply. His hands pushed up your thighs, your knees coming up as he fucked you deeper than you could comprehend. 

“Devin asked me out and I just wanted a boyfriend, but I didn’t want him, I swear-” You cried, unknowingly provoking more possessiveness. 

“Honey, please, it’s okay.” He gritted, clenching sheets in his shaking hands, suppressing the urge to flick his hips quicker.

“I wanted you, alpha, please.” You sighed, stroking his cheek and hair, anywhere you could touch, “I’m so happy, I’m sorry, thank you-”

“Don’t worry, I would’ve found you anyway. You’re my girl, my omega.” He assured, gulping down the emotions he felt when you looked into his eyes.

His words appeared to have a larger effect than any physical reimbursement could do for you as your fingers clenched within his hair. 

Your cry as you came made his hormones go into a flurry. He could feel your uneasiness being thrown into release. It was as if your chests opened in tandem, reaching out and moving in sync as he finished inside you.

White noise filled both of your ears as Steve’s body hovered over yours with much of his weight on top of you. Instinctively, you wrapped your arms around his chest, shoving your face against the crook of his neck. 

Pumping himself within you until sensitivity took over, he gasped at how you clenched around him. His stature shook as he knotted, a hand going to your hip to keep in place, chest heaving to regain a steady tempo.

“Thank you.” You whimpered, hugging his chest closer to your front, an embrace he matched. Pressing a kiss on the side of your forehead, he trailed down to your ear with pecks and bites.

Rolling to his back, he pulled you to his chest, rubbing your back after you tried sitting up.

“Just relax, honey.” He cooed, the exhaustion already hitting you both, stilling your hips from causing you both more frustration in the compromising position. 

“I want to make you knot again.” You whine beneath your breath, trying to sit up again, ignoring the pain shooting through your body at his swelling. 

“Easy tiger,” He chuckles, biting his lip to stop his own need, “we’ve got time.”

tagging mutuals :)

@andvys @lilacletter @corrodedcorpses @munsonsreputation @berryfairy444 @poppy-metal @lesservillain @imjuststeddietrashatthispoint

[myspacebrat]

𝟏𝟖+ 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐱 “𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭” 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Three light taps on your window pull you out of the reverie of your favorite romance novel. You can’t help but to clutch your pink nightie closer to your icy skin as you tiptoe across your room and slowly with shaky hands move your curtain to the side to get a good look at who the silhouette belongs to. It’s none other than Steve Harrington, the king of Hawkins high and your bully.

It started about a week ago, you were lucky to get through most of high school with your head down and completely unscathed by the bitchy hierarchy of teenage popularity. That was until Steve who sat behind you in English, noticed that you aced the mid semester test; which cost half your grade.

Since then you’ve been doing all of his book reports for him, you couldn’t deny you didn’t like the attention, even if he did make fun of you for being a prude nerd. So, this last book report you had devised a plan. Steve was always threatening to punish you and you wanted to see if he’d follow through with said threats, which left you to purposely bomb it.

You slowly lift your window, letting the cool air and the chirps from the crickets fill your room. “Hurry up!” Steve pressed, before climbing through rather clumsily. After he fully stood and dusted off his knees, he took a folded paper out of the back of his jean pocket. “What the fuck is this? Huh?” You can’t help the excited chill that runs through your body from his tone.

“What’s what?” You say, feigning innocence as you blink up at him with your biggest doe eyes. You were so close, you could practically feel the anger radiating off of him. “Don’t play stupid, me and you both know you’re not.” Steve chides, as his brows furrow down at you. “Why’d you purposely fail my book report, huh? Didn’t I tell you there’d be consequences if you don’t do what I say?” He grits and his jaw tenses before his eyes fall to your tits that are now peaked from the cold, the thin fabric of the nightie isn’t doing the best job at concealing them from the jock.

“I fucking meant it, okay? I’m gonna have to punish you.” His harsh tone doesn’t match the soft touch of his fingers that slide over your clothed nipples. “What do you want me to do, Steve?” You purr up at him as you bat your lashes. “You know how I’m always calling you a prude, baby? Well today’s your lucky day. I’m gonna show you how to suck a cock. Get down on your knees.” Steve demands.

Little did the king of Hawkins high know, you knew how to suck cock; you were experienced in pretty much everything sexual. Thanks to your fuck buddy and drug dealer, Eddie.

But you indulge his delusions by keeping up the innocent virgin act, just for a bit longer.

You quickly pop the button of his jeans and slide the zipper down its track, being met with a pair of tighty whiteys that you assume by the deep flush of his cheeks; he was just remembering he had on. “Cute.” You giggle, making him fist a hand in your hair and pull until a stinging sensation has you whimpering as tears sting your eyes. He finally removes himself from his confines—

His cock is huge, but you show no traces of even acknowledging that fact, last thing king Steve needed was an even bigger ego.

“Open up you fucking brat.” He hisses while his hand still tugs at your tresses. The soft tugs cause you to soak through your panties and leave you eager to rub your needy clit on anything for some relief. “That’s it, good girl.” Steve praises as he rubs his leaking tip across your wet tongue. Your lips finally close around it, before inching down and taking him expertly into the back of your throat. “Holy shit!” He jerks at the unexpected pleasure, as you continue to bob and gag on him. It’s almost too much considering he thought not even two minutes ago that he was going to have to guide you and talk you through it. No fucking way were you a prude virgin like he suspected, he’s been with plenty virgins. Nah, you were a little cock slut and fuck did he love the thought of his own personal whore who milked his cock and did his school work so he could stay the captain of the basketball team.

A deep groan falls from his lips when you begin to fondle his balls while you continue to suck him for all he’s worth. Spit falls onto the carpet below and you’re canting your hips as if a bitch in heat. You take two hands and twist around his shaft as you suck the tip, working him like a fucking pro. You look up at him with tears running down your soft cheeks and hunger in your eyes, and that absolutely does the jock in. You quickly notice the way his thighs shake and his moans grow louder, leaving you to lull your tongue out as you lick at his frenulum and continue twisting your hands around his spit soaked cock, ready to catch all of his warm creamy spend. Steve watches as his come shoots onto your tongue and down your throat, you swallow it all before sticking the pink muscle back out to show him how good of a girl you’d been by swallowing everything he’d so graciously given you.

“You’re a slut.” Steve states, with a blissed out look on his face. “I thought you were a virgin, why didn’t you tell me you weren’t a fucking prude?” He can’t help but smile from just receiving the best blow job of his life. Something about the little innocent girl who he makes do his work, but is actually a secret slut has him feeling possessive and as if he now has to assert some kind of claim over you.

“You didn’t ask.” You shrug as you wipe your chin. “Now can we move this along? The guy that taught me how to give that dynamite blow job will be here soon and I don’t wanna screw up my chances of getting fucked because he finds King Steve in my room.” You hand him his paper and push him back towards your window. “Your- wait what?” He asks in disbelief.

“This was fun, but you have to go. See ya later, Stevie.” Steve moves down your trellis in shock at what had just transpired. There was no way he was letting you go that fast, so when he made it to his car he decided to sit for a few, in order to catch a glimpse of who you were talking about. Just as Steve got comfortable against his leather seat, a beat up van was pulling up to the side of your house. But it wasn’t just any van, no it was Eddie Munsons van.

Well that just won’t do, come tomorrow morning you’re gonna know exactly who you belong to, no matter what Steve has to do in the process.

part two!

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

Cherry. The Masterlist.

The lines of friendship get a little blurry, one unassuming Friday night in December.

Part One. Cherry.

Part Two. Cherry Wine.

Part Three. Cherry Pie.

Part Four. Cherry Blossom.

The Moodboard.

Main Masterlist. Inbox.

[cherrycolored-punk]

ex-boyfriend!Steve x fem!Reader

author’s note: don’t look at me, I’m yearning.

Steve Harrington was your first love. Keyword: was. But he’d always be your best friend.

Sometimes you can’t help the way the butterflies of yesteryear spread their wings in your abdomen when you look at him.

Like now, as you watch him eat the Halloween Pillsbury cookie dough before it even hits the tray. He thinks you don’t know and you love the mischievous glint in his eye, the way his mouth is pulled to the side in a crooked grin.

No, you never got over Steve but you could pretend if it meant spending every fall like this with him.

The two of you tucked in your apartment baking or watching a movie. You’d cuddle under your favorite blanket, legs interlocked and shoulders brushing. Your heart hammering against your chest, beating in a rhythm that sounded similar to every syllable of his name.

Wishing, hoping, wanting for more but settling for this.

Sitting on the pier of Lover’s Lake eating croissants and enjoying the cool autumn breeze, eyes trained on the tree line and the changing colors of the leaves. Hues of orange and yellow too. Unaware that Steve is just as captivated by your smile as he was the first time he saw you. His hazel eyes trained on the plush of your lips, how your cheeks darken when the sun starts to set and the air chills.

But he’d never tell you. God, he’d be too scared to.

He’d do anything to make you smile; pumpkin carving, trips to the corn maze and the farmer’s market every Sunday. Reminding himself that he’s your friend. Even when he thinks he catches you staring, even when he swears you lean in closer so your hand can brush his. Even when his heart stops when you turn to him, glazed sugar stuck on your lip. Tempted to kiss it clean. He’s your friend.

But now, when he turns to you, swallowing down the cookie dough, there’s no mistaking the glint of affection in your eyes.

It makes his cheeks turn a pretty pink and he takes two wide steps until he’s standing in front of you. Chest to chest, gaze trained on your mouth. Leaning in, closer closer closer until his lips ghost over yours. And when you don’t move, don’t flinch, he presses them to yours. Soft, sweet, full of the love that never left.

[etherealxwitch]

spending the summer with steve aesthetic <3

[icedheartss]

What if he's written 'mine' on my upper thigh . . .

[munsonomenon]

⛧☾༺’Casual’༻☽⛧

The Masterlist

༺ His first tour, a record deal, and a ‘casual’ love affair with the girl he never should’ve let go. Eddie had everything he ever wanted. At least he thought, until you’re in the crowd of his show and he spots the wandering hands of the one person everyone knew was hopelessly in love with you, except for yourself- Steve Harrington.

༺ pairing: rockstar! eddie x alt! fem reader, steve harrington x alt! fem reader

༺ contains: love triangle, angst, jealousy, slow burn, ‘she fell first, he fell harder’ trope, fluff, comfort, implied friends to lovers, smut, smoking, drinking, idiots in love, asshole! eddie

ೃ༄ Chapter I: The Prologue | moodboard

ೃ༄ Chapter II: Call it what you want | moodboard

ೃ༄ Chapter III: Bite the hand that feeds | moodboard

ೃ༄ Chapter IV: All this time | moodboard

ೃ༄ Chapter V: Like nothing matters | coming soon!

‘causal’ the playlist

spotify

ೃ༄ track list:

casual / chappell roan

brooklyn baby / lana del ray

call it what you want / taylor swift

daylight / harry styles

eye of the night / conan gray

wild side / suki waterhouse

bite the hand / boygenius

for whom the bell rolls / metallica

summer 2019 / caroline culver

songs i can’t listen to / neon trees

making the bed / olivia rodrigo

all this time / louis tomlinson

ode to a conversation / del water gap

boyfriend / against me!

grand theft autumn / fall out boy

nothing matters / the last dinner party

we’ll never have sex / leith ross

still loving you / scorpions

nothing else matters / metallica

follow you / bring me the horizon

dress / taylor swift

perfect / one direction

smile like you mean it / the killers

when love and death embrace / him

supercut / lorde

[ohwowimlonley]

sugar daddy steve being so nervous to give you the first big present bc he’s scared you won’t like it and r! is just like omfg i love you like what the fuck i’m literally in love with you i’m gonna give you 12 billion kisses on your face rn

-

“Look if you dont like it, you can just have the money instead, it’s really not a big deal,” he reiterrates, mumbling to himself, “it’s stupid anyways, don’t even know why I did it,”

“Stevie, just let me see!” You preen, doing your best inspection of the gift bag in Steve’s hands as you bounce about on the balls of your feet, your body buzzing with excitement, “you always give the best gifts!”

He blushes a deep red and holds the bag out towards you, refusing to make eye contact as you open it up and gasp at the contents.

“STEVE!” This time your voice is somehow even higher in pitch, and you launch yourself at him, squeezing him with your thighs and arms, forcing him to hold you up in his strong arms.

“You like it then?” He grins, securing his muscled arms around your waist and walking you over to his bed.

“Like it?” You roll your eyes playfully, letting out a loud ‘oof’ as he flops the both of you onto his bed, “I love it! You’re the best boyfriend in the whole wide world!”

You hold his face in between your hands, squishing his cheeks so his lips form a pout and smooching every available sliver of skin made available to you, not stopping when he starts protesting, not even when he begins digging his fingers into your most ticklish places. You just continue loving on him, through your gleeful laughter.

[munsonify]

steve harringtons hands moodboard 😵‍💫

i’d probably still adore you with your hands around my neck

18+ mdni

taglist: @songbirdofthenight

[mysticmunson]

buddy; steve harrington x f!reader

s.harrington x f.reader

a little blurb i wrote quickly about reader ditching the mushy nicknames they both love. no warnings, but blog is 18+ and special thanks to the loveliest girl ever, autumn, for entertaining this idea w me @lilacletter word count: 1k

The idea sprang into your brain through a conversation with Robin over frozen yogurt, a mountain of toppings on each of your treats. 

“The way you two fawn each other is weird!” Robin scolded, shoving her plastic spoon in her bowl.

“What! How?” You laughed, wiping a bit of vanilla from the corner of your lips.

Rolling her eyes, she huffed, “Baby? Sweetheart? Love? Don’t even get me started on darling or mama-And yes! I did hear when he called you mama and it made me gag. Use something less gross.”

Her tangent made your cheeks warm, covering your face in embarrassment. The names were cavity levels of sweet, both of you loved them, but it was silly to consider how often you indulged in them.

So sitting on your blue sofa, you watched TV with the volume a bit higher than you wanted it to be, too lazy to stand and turn it down. 

“Hey buddy, can you turn it down please?” You asked from the mountain of blankets as he walked into the room.

“Yeah- Wait what?” He froze, finger on the sound, pushing down for a few notches.

“Thank you.” You replied, ignoring his question and just relieved you could watch Family Ties in peace. 

Your warm smile made his own question fade, figuring he misheard you, and moving on with what he was walking towards. Which he forgot, so he went into the kitchen. 

It would be an hour or so later when you were getting ready to hang out with friends, standing in the bathroom and applying some concealer when it would happen again. The wand glided over your skin, gently patting it with your fingertips as he walked in behind you.

A hand firm on your waist to solidify his balance and keep you in place, he went over your head to reach your medicine cabinet, taking the pot of hair cream you bought him for Christmas.

At your side, he opened it and began applying it to his hair which was now scattered with shades of blonde due to the brutal summers of Indiana. After he finished, he wiped his hands on the towel hanging on the rack, turning around to put his cream back.

“You look so pretty.” He gawked, kissing your temple before looking at your concentrated face in the mirror as you applied mascara. The words made your heart flutter, a small ache in your tummy that could only be brought on by emotions from another person.

Recalling Robin’s words, you smiled, “Thanks, pal.”

A nearly disgusted look went onto his face, not remembering the last time someone called him a pal. But you looked unphased, so he assured himself it was a bit of a tease, settling for squeezing your hip assuringly and walking out of the confined space. 

However, the ride to Eddie’s new apartment was seamless with listening to Wham on the radio, stopping for candy, and walking in his front door with that and the movies in hand. Nancy and Robin were already there, and Jonathan and Argyle were ditching this week's movie night to go on a small road trip to buy certain plants in another state.

The pizza man had delivered dinner as you all sat on pillows on the living room floor, napkins and paper plates in hand. 

“Thanks, dude.” You quipped, taking a bite of the pizza your boyfriend had just set on your plate. 

Eddie’s loud cackle broke Steve’s distressed look into a more agitated one, Nancy smirking to herself as Robin joined the laughter.

“Harrington, how did you get friend-zoned by your own girlfriend!” Eddie barked, grabbing his own stomach. The use of ‘dude’ wouldn’t have caused such a fuss if they weren’t already aware of how overtly affectionate you two were in terms of endearment.

 “I’m not in the friend zone, you asshole! There’s nothing wrong with being friends with a woman- But we’re not friends- Wait! No! She is, but we have se- She is my best friend and girlfriend!”

Cutting off his rambling, you patted his shoulder, “I know what you mean, man.” You placed a kiss on his forehead, but that didn’t erase what you called him. 

Swallowing his pride, he pouted through the rest of movie night, even when you cuddled up next to him sweetly. Physically, your public displays of affection weren’t too egregious, so the normalcy felt pleasant.

As the night came to a close, both of you now in pajamas, the frustration had dissipated. Beneath the sheets, you curled and waited for Steve to turn off the light before joining you. Walking over while scratching his belly, he joined you, shuffling to be closer to your body.

“Goodnight, sweetheart.” He whispered, kissing your nose, followed by your forehead.

Putting a kiss on his collarbone, “Goodnight, buddy.” 

What you didn’t expect was his foghorn whine, dramatic as he sat up, yanking you with him, all to just hover over you with your wrists in his hands. It was embarrassingly easy how quickly he could overpower you like this, but this was probably due to how you didn’t fight back. 

Giggling with girlish lit, you looked up at him, “What?”

The creases between his brows doubled as the scowl on his lips grew, pressing his face to your cheek as you shrieked. 

“Stop calling me buddy!” He complained, resting his weight on top of you, “Or any of those other names either! Why do you hate me!”

“Stevie, I don’t hate you!” You cooed, nudging his head up with your cheek until he looked at you, “Robin mentioned how gooey our names are and I wanted to try to switch things up.”

Scoffing, he rolled his eyes, “Of course, Buckley had something to do with this.”

Slinking your hands free, you cupped his cheeks and kissed his lips. There was something so enticing about his skin that you were convinced you were reliant on it. 

“I love you, baby.” You murmured, his sigh of relief audible as he deflated to his side, pulling you in close to his chest.

“I love you too,” He began, speaking into your hair, “don’t call me dude like that again though or I will lose my mind. Absolutely bonkers. I will fight Robin at work-”

“Okay, sweetheart.” You cut him off, kissing his chest as it rises and falls.

“Much better.”

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𝟏𝟖+ 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈. 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧

You stay seated in your wooden desk as your classmates pack up and leave, brushing past you one by one as they clamber out, anxiously ready to start their weekend. Your professor Mr. Harrington passed back your graded test with a note that read ‘see me after class’. Usually a note like that would be met with a sinking feeling that would immediately upset your stomach, but instead the butterflies that had been fluttering around since you walked in were now in a frenzy. You knew exactly what that little note meant.

You walk down the steps slowly as the door shuts after your last classmate, a clicking sound that signifies you’re finally alone echos throughout the tensely growing classroom. Your knee high socks fall just under your knees as one foot moves languidly in front of the other.

“You wanted to see me, professor?” You murmur, feigning innocence as you lean against his desk, suggestively showing off your exposed cleavage to your ogling teacher.

“You know exactly why I wanted to see you.” Professor Harrington says smoothly, before licking his lips as his eyes openly rake over your body.

“Mmm, I don’t know why professor sir, c-can you remind me?” Your lips form a little pout making your teacher scoff at your faux innocence.

Without another word Professor Harrington is up and on the other side of his desk in the blink of an eye, making your heart rate speed up with excitement. You can feel his growing bulge as it digs into your asscheek only covered by about two inches of your plaid skirt. You look back at him with a taunting smirk which makes him grab the hair at the crown of your head, pulling roughly as his face moves inches away from your ear.

“You sure you need a reminder? The way I always make you scream should be reminder enough, no?” He says with a cock sure smirk.

“Well maybe I need you to make me scream again, ya know? Just to jog my memory.” The sarcasm that drips off of your tongue is lethal and causes your professor to flip up your little skirt and harshly land a slap to your exposed skin, making it redden instantly. He roughly pulls your cotton black thong down your thighs, letting them drop before lifting your left leg and placing it on top of his paper littered desk.

“This what you want you little slut?” He grits before sliding his long fingers through your dripping folds. “Fuck, you’re so wet for me, always so fucking wet for me, baby.” He groans as he plunges his two middle fingers deep inside of you, fucking them into you as his other hand continues the grip on your hair.

The only noises that fill the empty classroom are little “ah’s” and “ooh’s” that slip past your lips and the squelches of your wet pussy being finger fucked by your professor who continues to babble filth into your ear.

“You want my cock now? You think this little cunts ready for me?” The rasp in his voice makes you shiver and clench tightly around his appendages. “I’ll take that as a fucking yes.” He spits before hastily undoing his belt and ripping his slacks down, letting them pool around his fancy dress shoes.

“Yes, yes, yes…” you repeat like a mantra, every part of you practically begging to be filled with your professors ridiculously big cock.

“That’s right beg me, beg for my cock you little brat.” He demands as the grip on your hair gets tighter and another slap is extinguished onto your sore flesh, the pain bringing nothing but absolute pleasure.

“Please sir, please professor sir.” You cry out as he rubs his tip teasingly over your sensitive clit, making you clench around nothing as your toes curl in your heeled booties from anticipation.

“Such a good little fuck toy.” He praises before filling you up in one hard and quick thrust, causing you both to moan out expletives.

“Ah, this little fucking cunt.” Your professor says before pushing your leg further back on the desk, opening you up more for him as he picks up his pace and begins pounding into you.

He finds your sweet spot almost immediately after the first few thrusts, causing your whole body to fall in a puddle of jelly like limbs onto his desk, all the while he never relents, continuing his punishing pace.

“How does it feel to let your professor use you as his own personal fuck toy? Huh? Just a little set of holes for me to use.” He groans at his own words as you begin to tighten around him.

“I asked you a question!” He barks through gritted teeth.

“Yes sir!” Is all you can cry out as your brain has been fucked into complete liquified mush.

Professor Harrington chuckles darkly at your inability to comprehend his question. “Jesus, you’re so drunk on my cock, look at you. You needed to get fucked right, didn’t you? None of those young guys doin it for you, huh?” He whispers into your ear as he begins to pull you up, your back flush against his chest as he continues his harsh thrusts.

“Oh my god, pro- Steve I’m gonna come!” You sob as tears of pleasure begin to drip down your heated cheeks.

The older man licks them away happily, as he begins to feel his rapidly growing orgasm on the horizon.

“You better come on my cock before I fill this little cunt up and leave you used and unsatisfied.” He huffs the faux threat that you know he’d never actually follow through with, but those words cause the tightening in your lower belly to snap as your body shivers with the most intense orgasmic bliss you’d ever had the pleasure of experiencing.

“That’s a good little cock slut.” Steve whimpers, breaking his facade as his thick come shoots out, filling you up. He continues to fuck his come deeper into you, before he can’t take any more of the overstimulation. His softening cock plops out of you with a squelch and glistening with his own come, you see the remnants of his seed pooled in the very tip of his cock, leaking out like pre.

“On your knees, now. Cmon, clean me off kitten.” He softly demands as he slowly begins to leave that dominant head space.

You drop to your knees without another word before you begin licking him clean, true to the nickname.

“Fuck, that’s a good girl, workin’ so hard for that A.”

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reimagining twilight in the stranger things universe;

reader is the newbie of hawkins, quickly becoming a part of the gang and slowly discovering that the small town is not at all what it seems like. but still failing to realize that both vampire!eddie munson and werewolf!steve harrington are fascinated by the reader. ♡

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baseball player!steve harrington requested by anon

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