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i started writing a steve slowburn that was gonna have a lot of jealousy and painful yearning but during the writing of scenes that would cause said yearning it made me want to write her going back to her ex and now maybe this will just have an unhappy ending...

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let’s all just kill ourselves

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me from now until the end of djour btw (and after that)

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we can share one seat

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This is a picture you keep taped in your locker

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literal pookie

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welcome back, steve harrington

sorry, i had to

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Me and djo eating the same ice cream? Impeccable taste

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Sweetie!Steve who has to be convinced to let you deepthroat him </3 I feel the convo alone would be hilarious

this is more dialogue than action hehe but <3

Steve’s brows are furrowed painfully hard. “You want me to what?”

“To fuck my face?” you repeat.

He shakes his head. “But - baby - that would hurt.”

“Yeah?”

His cheeks turn bright pink. “But —? Why would you want that?”

“Because I want you to take what you want from me.” Your fingers trail along his thigh. “Wanna be used by you.”

“Jesus Christ.” Steve swallows, puts a gentle hand on top of your head, scratching your scalp. “Baby, that’s a lot.”

“I’ll lead.” You wish his fingers would dig a little harder. “I’ll make sure you don’t hurt me, just wanna feel you in my throat.”

Steve whimpers. “I’m so big, though.”

You moan. “I know.”

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Plain ‘ol Steve and his love for titties

reader with a vagina and breasts! no pronouns or gendered language used to refer to reader!

Steve’s quirking his brow. Eyes all hooded. He looks a little fucked up but that’s because he is - you both are.

“You gonna show me?” he asks, pointing directly at your tits. No vague gestures. Straight to the point.

You giggle, sitting on his lap. “What’s in it for me?”

“What’d’ya mean?” he slurs, hands immediately moving to grope them, thumbs sliding over your nipples. “I’m gonna devour ‘em.”

You’re not thinking quick enough to have a comeback, especially once Steve’s pushing up the hem of your baby tee and exposing your tits to him. He sort of whines, then reaches forward to latch his lips around a nipple. You moan, hands digging into Steve’s shoulders. His free hand gropes your other tit, rolls it in his palm. He groans, bucks his hips up.

“Oh, honey,” he sighs, nipping your nipple gently. Blows some air on it to watch it harden further. “Love your fuckin’ tits, taste so goddamn good.” And with another sigh, his mouth is on them again, your clit pulsing.

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If they don’t do a scene/montage of Steve saving everyone set to this song in season 5 then the suffer brothers will have passed up the greatest opportunity of their lives

Audio credit: poppynlm on tiktok

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misty (18+)

a cowboy!steve fic for @moodringeyes - thank you for always supporting me, finch!! 🫶🏻

summary: you haven’t seen your cowboy in days and it’s time for some good tender lovin’ 🫶🏻

contains: cowboy!steve x reader; reader with a vagina and breasts; historic!au; sappy gooey gushy sex; comfort; piv; first time ‘i love you’s; soft dom!steve

authors note: this fic follows along with the lonesome crowded west series (aka, the canon where reader owns a tavern). we are rly fast forwarding here in their relationship but u deserve to be told by a soft cowboy that he loves u <3 thank u again finch for supporting me and cowboy!steve!!!!

You hear his boots clicking against the hardwood. Must have used the spare he found when he first started tomenting you to get in. You’d been ignoring him the last few days, and not exactly for any good reason. You’ve just been exhausted. It’s been so hard juggling everything. And when things are hard, it’s hard for you to take care of yourself.

It’s hard to believe that part of taking care of yourself was seeing your cowboy.

But you’d been remiss, not answering the notes he’d left slipped under your door. The ones where he told you he missed you, that he wanted to see you, that he was worried. You cringe as he approaches, expecting a scolding or perhaps a bit of teasing.

“What’s goin’ on with you?”

He says it so soft. It still startles you. Steve can be such a sweetheart when he wants but it still finds a way to surprise you. Especially when he’s caked in dirt, hands calloused, sometimes bruised and a little bloody.

You sniffle, the rag you’d been using to dry dishes moving towards your cheek. “Nothin’.”

“You scared me. Thought somethin’ bad happened to ya.”

You shake your head, tears re-wetting the glass below.

“Can ya look at me, darlin’?”

You try to level your breathing but it’s really no use. Your cheeks are already ruddy and tear stained. You turn, a look of defeat tugging at your features, your arms folding up over your chest defensively.

You really missed him. Your heart hurts when you see him for the first time in days with his lips downturned and eyes soft. “C’mere,” he beckons, and you don’t hesitate, striding towards him and throwing yourself into his big, strong arms. He smells sweet like hay and soap, must have cleaned up before coming to see you. You melt into him and exhale shakily while he moves a hand up to stroke your hair.

“What’s goin’ on?” he asks. Kisses the top of your forehead, making you warm. “What is it, huh? Someone givin’ you a hard time?”

You shake your head, gritting your teeth to hold back a sob. After a moment, you whisper, “I’m just so tired.”

“I know,” he coos. Rakes his fingers through your hair. “I know, peach.”

“I missed you.”

He laughs softly. “D’you mean it?”

You look up at him, vision blurry from your tears. “Steve,” you nearly wail, almost insulted at the implication that you didn’t. “I thought about you every goddamn day!”

“I know, I know,” he shushes, wiping your tears away with a calloused thumb. “Settle down, darlin’. Know you’re always missin’ me, how can ya not, huh?”

You frown up at him. “I really did.”

Steve sighs, nodding, looking into your eyes for a long, drawn-out moment. “I love you,” he says. It’s the second time he’s ever said it.

“I love you,” you whisper. It’s the first time you’ve ever said it back.

You watch his face flush, his eyes gleaming, a laugh slipping past his lips. He cups your face in his big, warm hands and presses his lips to yours. He’s soft and tender and you melt into him, wrapping your arms around him, pulling him closer to you.

“Wanna go home,” you murmur against his lips.

“Trigger’s outside,” he mumbles back. “Let me take ya.”

You melt into him, arms wrapped around his waist on the back of his horse. The nights get cold here, but Steve’s still warm. If it weren’t for the promise of more of him, you’d fall asleep and let him carry you inside. But you’d like to stay up, like to be near him, like to see how much he missed you. Because you know he’ll show you. He always does.

You scoff when he takes you back to his, the little dilapidated, run down shack on the edge of his boss’s property.

“Don’t mean to kidnap ya,” he says. “Just wanna have you to myself a little longer, take care of ya.”

You nod. “‘m not opposed.”

Steve snakes a hand downwards to lay atop of yours, resting on his stomach. “I’d opine you missed bein’ takin’ care of, huh?”

“More than you’d know.”

“That’s the thing,” he says, voice rich and tender. “I missed takin’ care of you, too.”

His bed isn’t ever exactly comfortable, but as you lay on it tonight, you relax into it. Waiting patiently for Steve to tie Trigger up before making his way back inside. He lights a lamp, the dim glow golden and safe.

“Did you undress?” he asks, tugging at the buttons of his shirt.

You pull back his quilt to answer him. He stares for a long moment, gobsmacked, hungry for you. Then he’s quick to rip off his own clothes and climb on top of you, his weight pushing you further into his hay-filled mattress.

“I missed you so much,” he almost whines.

You take him in - his chestnut eyes, slowly darkening; the freckles littering his neck and shoulders, going down where you can’t see anymore; his long brunette hair highlighted by days in the sun, tousled from his work; his broad nose; his soft pink lips. To think you’d ever have hated him, to have been anything other than his - wonderfully, irrevocably his - well, it’s hard to consider.

“I missed you more,” you breathe. “Show me.”

His lips are back on yours. Just as soft and tender as ever. He props himself up with his elbow and lets the other hand run up your side gently. You sigh, eyes fluttering shut, as much as you’d like to drink him in.

“Can ya say it for me again?”

“I missed you.”

“No,” he corrects, nipping at your bottom lip. “Wanna hear you say you love me.”

You blink up at him, eyes readjusting to the dim light. He’s so handsome, pleading at you with his pretty eyes.

“I love you.”

“And - do you mean that?”

You nod slowly. “I do.” Your voice softens. “Do you?”

“Always have,” he says.

You stare at each other for a moment longer before making the mutual, unspoken decision to discuss this later. Steve ducks his head down to press kisses against your jawline, sucking at the sweet spots on your neck. Your body reacts immediately, growing needy, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“Wanna take my time with you,” he murmurs, his tongue flicking out against your skin. “Ain’t got much of a lesson for ya tonight.”

Your stomach flips, fingers finding purchase on his broad shoulders. You roll your head back into his pillows to give him better access to your throat.

“You’ve been so good, ain’t ya? Pretty babe, takin’ care of things all by yourself.”

You nod, involuntarily pouting.

Steve’s teeth press into your neck for a moment, making you gasp, before he lets up. “It’s so hard bein’ good, ain’t it? So much easier to be bad.”

Tears prick at your eyes. “I don’t want to be bad anymore.”

He laughs a little, shaking his head while he moves down your body. “Know you’ll have an attitude change tomorrow, peach, but I’ll enjoy you bein’ sweet while I can.”

He kisses down the swell of your breast slowly, making you wait for him with baited breath.

“So goddamn beautiful,” he says, breath fanning against your nipple, making it hard. “Thought about you every day out in the field, ‘bout your sharp mouth and pretty tits and smart brain.”

He kisses your nipple, watches through his lashes when your mouth drops open.

“Missed me, did ya? Can’t do this to yourself, huh, angel? Need me t’come make it all better.”

Steve finally wraps his lips around it and you sigh, squirming already. “Please,” you whimper, hips arching off the sheets when he bites down a little.

“What do you need?”

“You,” you whimper. “Inside, wanna feel close.”

He sighs, pulling back. “Y’know, I really wanted to spend some time with these….”

“You still can - just - both, at once, please?”

“Really must’ve missed me,” he says, smiling, taking your thighs in his warm grip and pushing your legs up. “Bein’ so nice all of a sudden.”

Steve gets you in a mating press, thighs resting on your chest - it appears he really couldn’t spend some time with them if this is how he wanted you. He takes his cock and glides it up your slick folds, moaning all the while. “Oh, sweetheart, I missed this pussy….”

He doesn’t enter you - just fucks himself against your folds, the tip of his dick catching against your clit. You’re panting under him, holding your legs to your chest, feeling every single inch of him slide against you.

“Wish you could see this,” he groans, voice deep, grumbly. “We look so good together.”

You nod. I know, I know, I know.

He pulls his eyes away from where you’re meeting to look at you, eyes dark. “You’re mine, ain’t ya?”

You keep nodding. “I’m yours.”

“Good,” he moans, finally pressing himself against your entrance. “Always gonna be, yeah?”

He presses into you and you moan loudly. Can’t help yourself. It feels so good, being stretched open on him, his heat filling you up. He takes your legs from you and slides them over his shoulders, pushing you into his bed in the process. It’s claustrophobic, but so good, so close to him, full of him. You stare up at him with a gaping jaw and he laughs breathlessly, brows furrowed in pleasure.

“Feel so fuckin’ good,” he grits out. “Hard workin’ pussy just grippin’ me, shit.”

You laugh at his words, but stop abruptly when his hips snap back, and then in. He knocks the breath out of you, makes you dizzy, his cock filling up all of the space you have to offer.

“Jesus,” you breathe, “Christ.”

“This is the quietest you’ve ever been on my cock,” he drawls. “Come on, let go for me.”

A rough thumb comes down to play with your clit while he thrusts deep and slow inside of you. You’re writhing, gasping, squeezing his shoulders with your ankles. You’re properly bent in half, letting Steve hit every angle you’ve needed him to find. You finally wail, eyes squeezing shut, hands gripping at the sheets beside you.

“Uh-huh,” Steve pants. He’s not going very fast but holding back is such a chore. He equally wants to fuck you stupid and take his time with you. “There y’go, let’s hear it.”

“Steve!”

“So beautiful,” he rambles. “So goddamn pretty and smart and workin’ so fuckin’ hard. Gonna make sure y-you never work a day in your - shit, in your life. Ever. Again.”

He punctuates it with harsh thrusts that make your body jolt. “I love you,” you cry, tears of pleasure rimming your lash line.

“Love you. Love you so much, I mean it.”

He leans down to kiss you, thumb still working hard at your clit, the head of his thick cock pressing against your sweet spot. You can hardly kiss back, crying out from how good it feels, your teeth clashing against his. “Oh m-my God, shit!”

You’re so close to release, feeling the band in your stomach growing tight, threatening to snap and leave you stupid. Your eyes cross involuntarily while Steve keeps whispering sweet nothings to you, coaxing you to let go. “I've got you,” he mumbles, “let me feel that pretty pussy clench on my cock while you cum.”

You’re practically screaming when it finally happens, despite Steve trying to shush you with his mouth. It feels so good, he feels so good. You feel so safe and complete with him on top of you, warmth washing over your body from your head to your toes. And Steve’s not very far behind, either, groaning your name and pushing himself in to the hilt before spilling inside of you.

You both pant, breathing in each other’s air before Steve finally pulls back. He kisses your shaking legs, massaging them as he lets them off of his shoulders to rest. He smiles at you when you open your eyes, still a little fucked out, euphoric.

“You feelin’ okay?” he asks, reaching up to swipe a pleasured tear from your cheek.

You nod, relaxed, in love.

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╰┈➤ 18+ none of these stories belong to me! this is a masterlist of all steve harrington stories i’ve read and reblogged! just thought it would be nice to have them all in one spot! (if your fic is on here and you wish not to be, let me know <3)

a/n: so embarrassing please ignore this. this is the same post. i couldn’t edit it whatsoever. some links weren’t working so i deleted the original. so i apologize for doing this again and retagging writers. (had to split it into two parts)

MASTERLIST • STRANGER THINGS • 05/12/24

✰ steve harrington ao3

✰ steve harrington two

✰ @upsidedownwithsteve

          ☾ give me a night, i'll make you

                    ⌗  Steve teaching reader how to really kiss? Like she’s only ever had bad ones before?

          ☾ my name is whatever you decide part 2

                    ⌗ old money steve, an infatuated waitress, no labels, a disaster waiting to happen. some smut, some jealousy and too many mentions of monaco

          ☾ she drives me crazy part 2

                    ⌗ summer camp, broken kayaks, too much tension and that boy you hate. an enemies to lovers camp counsellor story

          ☾ meet me in the afterglow part 2

                    ⌗ another year at summer camp, more broken kayaks, a change of plans, a lot of wondering. meet us in the afterglow.

          ☾ grumpy x sunshine

✰ @crappymixtape

          ☾ because of you part 2

                    ⌗ enemies to lovers

✰ @andvys

          ☾ I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss

                    ⌗ Steve was slipping through your fingers and you desperately held onto him not realizing that his heart wasn’t yours anymore. Dealing with the aftermath of your breakup turns out to be harder than you thought. Steve’s presence still lingers and while he keeps a hold of your heart, someone else sneaks their way into it too.

✰ @astermath

          ☾ second chance

                    ⌗ steve decides to ask out the girl who he keeps seeing around hawkins with her nose in a book. he’s a little surprised when he gets brutally rejected, only to find out his “king steve” era is haunting him more than he expected. he attempts to make it up to you and show you he’s changed, even if it takes him a couple of tries.

✰ @munsonson

          ☾ hurt feelings part 2

                    ⌗ 𝘌𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘴 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪��𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘜𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴.

✰ @lovebugism

          ☾ king!steve & shy!reader

                    ⌗ the one where king steve keeps his best girl a secret

          ☾ shy!reader

                    ⌗ steve finds out the cute girl at the record store likes him and decides to bring her ice cream as a proclamation of love

          ☾ comfort request

          ☾ king!steve & shy!reader

                    ⌗ steve comforts you when he accidentally makes you flinch

          ☾ shy!reader

                    ⌗ steve helps his shy gf celebrate her very first valentine's day

          ☾ shy!reader

          ☾ shy!reader

          ☾ jealously, jealously

                    ⌗ steve doesn't realize he's in love with you until he gets a glimpse of you with someone else

✰ @scoopsahoy

          ☾ more than just friends

                    ⌗ you and your best friend have gotten into the habit of making out, as long as there's no touching. but that's easier said than done

✰ @upsidedownmvnson

          ☾ tell me you love me part 2

✰ @starryeyedstories

          ☾ absolutely smitten

                    ⌗ There’s a new crew member at Scoops Ahoy and Steve might have a crush.

✰ @starcourtsteves

          ☾ the aftermath

                    ⌗ After the Battle of Starcourt, Steve and the Henderson siblings go back to the Henderson house for a sleepover so Steve and the reader are catching up/finally relaxing in bed (she was with the Kids and Steve in the Russian base). Dustin eventually crashes in his sister’s room for mutual comfort.

✰ @ashwhowrites

          ☾ angsty request

✰ @nervoushottee

          ☾ illicit affairs

                    ⌗ You wish you were enough for Steve, but he will always want Nancy.

          ☾ go for it

                    ⌗ Steve has been your “movie guy” at Family Video for a while now. Little does he know that the main reason you’ve been buying these movies is to flirt with him and just maybe ask him out…

✰ @harringtown

          ☾ stories tucked away

                    ⌗ AU in which the reader is pulled into the Stranger Things world. With the knowledge of how the story ends, they try to change the script and save the characters they’ve come to love. But this isn’t just a show, anymore, and destiny isn’t easily affected, even if that destiny was written by a pair of grown-up film kids (aka a self-aware reader, the same old gang, the same old monsters, eventual steve/reader, and a few surprises)  

✰ @fleurrreads

          ☾ right person wrong time

✰ @plainemmanem

          ☾ golden hour

✰ @loveshotzz

          ☾ comparing hand sizes

          ☾ i guess its never really over

                    ⌗ Convinced by your best friend to return to Hawkins for the summer, nothing is like how you left it five years ago, including the boy you’ve done nothing but try and forget.

✰ @luveline

          ☾ (its not like) hes my boyfriend

                    ⌗ Steve hears you wrong, thinks he’s your boyfriend, and begins to act accordingly. You try your best to go along with it until you can’t anymore

✰ @fictionalthrill

          ☾ a stranger valentine

                    ⌗ Steve puts himself out there on Valentine's Day

✰ @princekeerys

          ☾ alt!reader

✰ @certifiedlovergirlsstuff

          ☾ do you want to be my valentine

✰ @stevie-petey

          ☾ oh, you didn't know

                    ⌗ steve is pathetically in love with you and for some reason the universe hates him and continues to pray on his downfall. typical.

          ☾ jealous!steve

          ☾ steve blurb

✰ @ash5monster01

          ☾ wrong address

                    ⌗ Three dozen roses have just been delivered to your door on accident, in attempts to find the sender and correct the mistake, you discover you might have just found your match.

✰ @lesservillain

          ☾ think i need someone older

          ☾ borrowing

✰ @handful0fteeth

          ☾ hot for teacher

                    ⌗ you’re going on your first date with steve harrington, and hours before he’s due to pick you up your best friend gives you some rather unsavory information.

✰ @keerysfreckles

          ☾ breaking the silence

          ☾ time after time

                    ⌗ steve's longing glance to y/n makes him decide to stay at the hawkin's middle school snow ball.

          ☾ reunions

                    ⌗ during spring break of 86, y/n hopper flies back to hawkins indiana (dustin's request) and isn't surprised when dustin tells her the world might end again.

✰ @captainmarvels

          ☾ where i lay down

                    ⌗ Steve has one year left to get you to talk to him, and he doesn’t realize how much he loves the game until you let him win.

          ☾ a case of you

                    ⌗ When you catch Steve’s eye from across the mall, all he can think about is you. Will he garner up the courage to say hi, or will your flirtatious banter remain an unspoken thing?

          ☾ home away from home

                    ⌗ When you and Dustin leave Steve alone for half the summer, he realizes just how much he loves his two favorite people.

✰ @jurassicbarnes-archives

          ☾ the keg stand

                    ⌗  In which you take a stand to protect your best friend’s reputation. 

          ☾ eventually

                    ⌗ In which you break up with Steve but a series of unfathomable events eventually lead up to you wanting him back.

          ☾ coy

                    ⌗ In which you make the first move (and Robin wins a bet)

✰ @slashersteve

          ☾ next best thing to an angel

                    ⌗ Reader has been cursed by Vecna, and the group has to work fast in order to find a way to rid her of it. There's too many close calls, and just when they thought they had it figured out...it just might be too late.

          ☾ stuck with me

                    ⌗ you and Steve have been through some tough shit, but it was always together. This time, it really seems like you’re going to die and Steve doesn’t want to die without telling you something first.

          ☾ some kind of disaster

                    ⌗ Reader and Steve have been together for a few weeks now, and she runs into a person she had a fling with once. That person was Billy Hargrove, and it’s the first Steve’s hearing of this.

          ☾ ahoy there

                    ⌗  Steve keeps striking out with girls, and Robin is having a time about it. The score for the day is 0-5, and then you approach the counter and suddenly it becomes 1-5. 

          ☾ lets kiss

                    ⌗ It might be the end of the world, and you're for some reason worried about having never been kissed. Steve decides to change that.

          ☾ five tickets

                    ⌗ Steve couldn’t pass up a chance to be able to kiss you, even if there is a price.

✰ @munsonluhvr

          ☾ how to fake it part 2 part 3

                    ⌗ In an attempt to cover up a lie and make his ex-gf jealous, Steve enlists you, his best friend, to fake date him.

          ☾ whats wrong with being confident

                    ⌗ king!steve harrington x confident!reader. after setting his eyes on you in the cafeteria, steve, and all of his ego, pursues you; though you don't fall to your knees quite as easy as the other hawkins high girls.

✰ @str4ngergirlw0rld

          ☾ angsty steve blurb

✰ @steveharringtonat3am

          ☾ grumpy x sunshine

✰ @buckylattes

          ☾ alone with....him

                    ⌗  You get locked in a store with Steve(thanks to him being an idiot) and you’re not sure how long it’ll take to get out…but something else gets out before you guys do. Thankfully it stops your arguing and hate for each other. 

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[steveharringtonat3am]

"that's not what they mean when they call it head" FUCK OFFFFFFFFF

REAL QUICK. very brief 69ing with steve under the cut - reader with a vagina!

you’re trying so hard to take every single inch of steve like it’s a competition or something. and it’s so hard when steve’s sucking on your clit at the same time you’re trying to deepthroat him.

well, until he falters, his head falling into the pillow under him, gasping and moaning.

you pull off of his cock wetly. “you’re slackin’ back there.”

“oh my god,” he moans. “i know, im sorry - your mouth - jesus, nothin’s better.”

“i thought my pussy was the best thing ever?”

“it is,” he giggles breathlessly. “think you’re bein’ a little greedy. i’ve been putting the work in, capiche?”

you slowly stroke him, smiling when you listen to him sigh. his big hands travel up your thighs, towards the inside of them, and finally he spreads them open. his thumb finds your clit and you whimper, pausing your jerking for a brief moment before recovering.

“slacking up there,” he teases. “does that feel good or something?”

“y- yes-“

“am i slacking now?”

you shake your head. “don’t stop, please?”

“y’know, there was a lot of silence from you earlier. you sure i wasn’t slacking?”

you’re gonna kick him if he says ‘slacking’ one more time. “no, you - it - you felt good, just - your cock was distracting me.”

steve scoffs. “yeah, yeah, thats what they all say.”

his lips wrap around your clit a second later and he pulls you down, until you’re flush against his face. you gasp, nails digging into steve’s thighs, crescent moons forming on his freckled skin. “oh, steve, fuck!”

he moans, nodding. unsuctions himself from you lewdly to bury his tongue into your hole. you moan, head falling foreward, his tip leaking precum into your hairline.

“that’s not what they mean when they call it head,” he says, then goes back to work before you can tell him to give it a rest.

[steveharringtonat3am]

My Spencer Reid brainrot is alive and kicking

[steveharringtonat3am]

i love you steve harrington’s mustache stubble

[steveharringtonat3am]

bite back (18+)

a drabble i wrote for @cambridgemadness - thank you for your support darling!!! 🫶🏻

summary: steve’s such a goddamn sweetheart. until you convince him not to be.

contains: steve x reader; reader with a vagina; ‘good girl’; teasing; oral (steve receiving); face fucking; spitting; nipple play; corruption (steve … receiving?);

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You stare up at Steve from your position on the end of his bed, laying on your stomach. You kick your feet a little, smiling up at him. Your low cut top shows off your cleavage, which Steve stares at, eyes hooded and pretty lips parted. 

He has no idea what you’re scheming. 

“Steve,” you smile, reaching out for him. “Come here, pretty boy.”

He finally walks towards you. His cock strains against his dark-wash Levis, the gold on his belt glistening in the intimate lamp light. “You look so beautiful,” he says softly, petting your hair. He tucks his fingers under your chin and pulls your head up to look at him. “Just gorgeous, y’know that?”

You bite your lip, giggling. “All for you, Stevie.” Your fingers find his belt loops and you pull him in closer, until his bulge presses against the tip of your nose. You hear Steve’s breath hitch above you. 

“Why don’t I do something for you, hm?” he asks, running a big hand through your hair. “Let me take care of you.”

You shake your head, nuzzling his cock. “Been wanting to taste you all night.” You bat your lashes up at him, really laying it on thick. You reach for his belt, unbuckling it swiftly and pulling his jeans down slow until he’s only in his underwear. 

“What do you want, Steve?” you finally ask, looking back up at him. You already know what he’ll say. 

“Whatever you’ll give me,” he says sweetly, softly, looking down at you with puppy dog eyes. 

You nearly roll your eyes. But you have a trick up your sleeve that you’re sure will work soon enough. 

You press a kiss to his clothed cock, smiling at the stain your lip gloss leaves on his underwear. You wore strawberry tonight, real sticky stuff that should make a mess. Your fingers find the waistband of his briefs and you finally pull them down, biting your lip when his cock springs up and bounces softly against his lower stomach. 

Steve’s size is part of why he won’t be rough with you. Even though you’ve proven to him that you can take it in as many ways as possible. He’s far from the first person you’ve ever been with, but he’s certainly the biggest. The sight of him as you drooling. He’s so pretty - thick, long shaft that curves up a little at the top, a pink tip that weeps precum, cute little freckles, and full, tight balls. 

You want him to make you take all of it. 

You press a kiss to his balls first, lips twitching upwards when he lets his head fall back. He doesn’t know what to do with his hands, keeps them at his sides instead of in your hair where they belong. 

“You can touch me,” you say softly, pressing a kiss to the base of his shaft. 

“I know,” he replies, voice a little shaky. “Don’t want to hurt you, that’s all.”

You look up at him. Are you serious?

Steve tilts his head and frowns. “C’mon. You know I’m a big softie.”

This isn’t the first time you’ve had this conversation, but it will be the first time you push him on it. “What makes you think you can hurt me?”

A little kiss to a vein running up the underside of his shaft makes him pause before he continues. “You - you know. I’m strong.”

“Uh-huh,” you tease, pressing an open mouthed kiss to his cock and watching him fight off a shudder. “Super strong, Steve.”

“I am!”

“Not that I would know.” Your tongue licks a stripe up the side of him and his eyes blink shut. “Never really got to see you be so strong, Stevie.”

He scoffs, opening his eyes. They’re half hooded. “That’s total bullshit.”

You hum, flicking your tongue at the edge where his tip meets the shaft before suckling on the head. Steve sighs above you, half in relief and half in bliss, and rests one single hand gingerly on your head. “Good girl.”

You love that - when he’s sweet with you for pleasuring him. It’s all you want to do. Christ, it’s all you think about. Being his perfect little slut, at his beck and call, letting him use you however he needs. Marked up, voice hoarse, legs shaking. Which, to be fair, Steve has that effect on you, anyway. Even when he’s soft and sweet and whispers sweet nothings to you. 

You’d just like it a bit more intensely. 

You swirl your tongue around his tip a few times before pulling off. “D’you really think I’m a good girl?”

He scratches your scalp softly. “Mhm.”

“Then why don’t you give me a reward, huh?”

His brows twitch in annoyance. It’s not often at all that you see him like this. He’s usually good at hiding his annoyance with you. “My cock’s right here, baby.”

Your stomach flips and you smile, giddy at his tone. “Can you help me take it?” you ask. 

“You’re so smart, angel,” he coos, scratching your head softly again. “Pretty little brain of yours can figure it out.”

“Fine. Let me see….”

You take his cock back between your lips again. Steve moans above you, murmuring a curse. “There you go,” he groans out. “S-see? Knew you could figure it out.”

You take him a little deeper, only a quarter of his length. He usually stops you halfway, anyway, getting nervous when you gag. But you see how his eyes grow darker when he hits the back of your throat. 

You’ll make him work for it. 

You drool on his cock, bobbing your head just enough, not too far. Steve still seems appreciative, keeps his hips still and feet planted on the ground. You wait until a string of saliva runs down your chin before pulling back, keeping your hands to yourself. 

“Like that?” you ask, voice innocent. 

“Yeah, sweetheart,” he pants. “Just like that, baby.”

Just like that. You have him trapped. 

You continue your movements, taking Steve’s cock in just like that - not very far, not far enough. You let yourself drool some more, more thick strings of saliva dripping from his cock. Enough to keep him interested. But it doesn’t take long until he whimpers, his fingers tapping on your scalp. 

“Little more? Please?”

You look up at him through your lashes, head tilted again. “More?” you ask, voice thick. “But I thought I was doing good, Steve.”

He shivers. “You are doin’ good, baby, so good, like always - just - need a little more, y’know how.”

You blink. “I don’t think I do.”

He scoffs, tongue licking over his white teeth. “We both know you do.”

So now you take him into your throat, but you don’t wrap your lips around his shaft. It’s messy, but not tight enough. Steve sighs and his grip tightens in your hair. 

“You’re killin’ me,” he groans. 

“I don’t get it,” you pout, chin a mess. “I’m doing what you’re asking me to.”

“No, you’re not.”

“Then why don’t you show me?”

Steve’s jaw clenches and unclenches a few times, his eyes darker than ever as he looks down at you. “Don’t know if you can handle that,” he finally says. 

You hum, moving up onto your knees, disengaged. “Maybe you just can’t handle me-“

Steve flips you onto your back so fast it knocks the wind out of you. Your head falls over the edge of his bed and you watch him upside-down, his nostrils flaring slightly, cheeks red. 

You smile wide. Got you. 

“This what you wanted?” he asks, jerking himself off slowly. “Want me to treat you like the goddamn brat you are?”

“Yes!”

He shakes his head. “Jesus Christ. Pinch me if you want me to stop, okay? Don’t wanna hurt you, just gotta show you what I told you you can’t handle.”

You nod, thighs rubbing together. 

He takes a deep breath, fingers moving to your lips and prying at your teeth. “Open.”

You do as you’re told, choking almost immediately on his fingertips. He reaches into your throat, fucks his fingers in and out of it before pulling away and spitting down into your mouth. You gasp, thighs clenching harder. 

“You take my fingers well enough,” he observes, “Not sure why you wanna act like you can’t suck cock all of a sudden.”

He angles your head back. You nearly giggle with glee, opening up so nice for him, sticking your tongue out to entice him when he hesitates. 

He spits again, then slides into your throat. 

You haven’t been throat fucked like this before. You gag a lot sooner than you anticipate, right as his tip hits the back of it. Steve’s hips pull back but you grip the back of his thighs and pull him in, taking his length better this time around. 

“Fuck,” he grits, thrusting slow, a little shallow. Not the whole way. “Christ, God, you’re so n-needy. So fuckin’ needy. Spread - spread your legs.”

You do. Steve leans forward, pushing your skirt up and pushing himself further into your throat in the process. You gag but he doesn’t seem to mind so much this time. “Breathe through your nose,” he instructs, his fingers running over your clothed clit. “Don’t act like such a prude.”

Smack!

You moan around his cock as his hand comes down over your swollen bud. It’s so neglected that the pain feels good. 

“Look at you,” he coos, hips thrusting in and out of your hot, wet mouth. He lets his cock bury itself deeper, firmly into your throat now. “Can’t - shit - w-wait to see how wet y’are by the end.”

He pulls out suddenly and you cough, eyes teary, looking up at him with blurred, adoring eyes. Steve leans forward and grabs your cheeks with one hand, squeezing them. 

“Look what you’re makin’ me do,” he whines. “Makin’ such a mess of you.”

“Do you like it?” you ask. 

He shakes his head. “Too much.”

Steve slides back into your throat and reaches forward to grope your tits. You moan and gag around him, his fingers finding your nipples and pinching them through your top. He finally shoves your shirt down, exposing your breasts, and continues pinching and tugging them. 

“This is what I wanted,” he pants, hips thrusting. “Wanted to see these fuckin’ tits.”

You gag harder when he leans forward again, drool spilling from the corners of your mouth as he takes a nipple between his bitten lips. He groans uncontrollably, hips bucking, his trimmed pubes tickling your nose. 

“Touch yourself,” he moans lowly. “Know y’want to.”

You don’t hesitate, letting your hands find your clit and rubbing it in fast circles. You’re so close to cumming already just from the change of pace. From having him exactly where you need him. His cock buried in your throat, pleasuring himself, lips wrapped around your nipples, fingers pinching hard enough to make you squeal. 

“You do so good for me, huh?” he breathes against your chest, hands full of your pretty tits. “Let’s see how long you can hold it.”

He buries himself all the way. Your eyes cross and flutter shut while you focus on holding your breath, your throat bulging, Steve’s cock twitching. He whines and rests his hand on your neck, shuddering at the sight. He waits until you’re squirming, legs shifting and your hands finding his thighs before he finally pulls back. 

“Spit.”

You do, right onto your own face. It’s so humiliating but it’s so worth it when Steve groans, fisting his wet cock above you, rubbing the tip of it against the bridge of your nose. 

“You’re so good for me,” he pants. “You okay? Can you keep taking it?”

You nod, heart beating out of your chest.