#steve h. <3

[yikesharringrove]

Billy gets his curls from his mom.

Of course he does. Everything he actually likes about himself is mostly just because of her.

(And everything Neil despises about him is mostly just because of her.)

She didn’t leave many things when she left.

But, she left a dove grey scarf. A soft soil one that she would use to tie up her hair before she went to bed.

She told Billy it made her curls smoother, more defined, less frizzy.

Billy had forgotten about it. It was actually Steve that had found it in a box of miscellaneous items Billy was refusing to unpack, even after being in Hawkins for nearly six months.

Steve had let the cool silk run between his fingers.

“What’s this?” He asked, and Billy always likes how Steve can keep his voice even. Nonjudgmental.

“Scarf.”

Billy’s heart had tightened at the view of that scarf. He had forgotten about it.

“Why do you have it?”

“My mom. It was her’s.”

Steve just gave him a doe-eyed look, holding the scarf in front of him like some kind of precious artifact of Billy’s fucked up life.

“She used to wear them to bed. Tie her hair up, you know? She said it made her curls better.”

It always did. Her hair was always so beautiful. Sometimes she and Billy would sit in the back yard, in the soft grass, and she would brush out her hair. And they’d laugh at how huge it would get, but it was always as soft as the silk that Steve was holding.

Steve smiled, sitting down in front of Billy on his bed.

It was a rare moment of having the house to themselves.

Steve had parked three blocks away and walked, ducking around the back of the neighbor’s house to sneak in Billy’s window.

He reached up, clumsily tying the scarf around Billy’s head, tucking his hair in.

“There.” He smiled brightly, leaning forward to press a kiss to Billy’s heated cheek.

Billy started sleeping with the scarf.

Not only because his curls got better, (smoother, more defined, less frizzy, just like she always said) and not only because Steve liked to play with the thick ringlets, but because he missed her. He missed his mom every goddamn day of his goddamn life.

And sometimes, when he tied his hair up, he could pretend she had just done the knot for him. That she had tucked in any stray hairs and pinned the scarf to each side.

He’d do anything to feel close to her.

[pouringmyheartoutforpaper]

i can’t stop thinking abt like semi vanilla sex with soft boyfriend steve… but he’s obviously daddy because casual dominance mixed into bedroom dominance 😚🤌

and he’s such a dirty talker “i know honey, you’re okay. i know, feels so good doesn’t it? daddy’s here. not going anywhere”

just so sweet and loving🥺

i have a very anxious attachment style and i just want him to hold me and fuck me and when i grab on to him he just shh’s me.

HERE IT IS. 'TIS DONE

Euphoria (s.h.)

i am so sorry i got SO carried away when i saw this ask. i had to turn it into a longer fic. thank you so much and i will def be using this again <3

first time fic, smut, fluff, shy!reader, reader is referred to as angel, bc y/n makes me cringe :< I based this off of the stancy sex scene bc steve in that makes me swoon.

steve is a gentleman, first and foremost. so when his angel starts to get desperate, he knows its time to come up with a plan. she doesnt even notice that shes showing it, but of course, steve analyzes her every move. hes worked out what she likes and how she likes it before they even talk about sex. poor angel is shy about all of it. she wants him, really bad. but hes taking things slowly for her own good. shes had one relationship in the past that shes still unlearning, hence why shes so shy around him. learning to look at sex as something enjoyable as opposed to a chore. angel wanted sex with steve, she didn’t dread it like other times.

steve made her feel safe, and genuinely beautiful. he makes her feel like a princess. angel was surprised when he kissed her and it felt good. it was passionate and felt like home. it didnt feel like she was being used, it felt like mutual adoration and love in a physical form. god, it felt amazing. she wanted more.

five months of comfort and bliss later, steve hasn’t made one sexual move on her. he appreciates what she gives him, but he knows they have all the time in the world. he knows shes "it" for him. shes his best friend. his angel will make it onto his lap, but when things pick up she gets shy. why wasnt he making a move? does he not want her?

which brings them to where they are now. steves hands wandering over her body, her propped up on his lap. her pretty sundress that started all this was riding up her thighs. her chest pressed into his. it was getting harder and harder to be a gentleman. he could see her lace bralette through her dress and he was ravenous. every bone in his body was aching to rip it off and kiss her all over. but he wouldnt. he would take her out first. make sure it's perfect. make sure its magical. make sure it's not on his living room couch at three in the afternoon.

“steve” it came out like a whimper “want more”

his breath hitched. and all he could think of was making angel his little wife.

“yeah baby?” he grips her hair a little, and rubs his thumb up and down the little area of skin right below her temple and next to her ear. “i want you too angel… how about ill take you out tomorrow night? and we’ll go from there ,yea? want you to think it through m’kay? ill give you whatever you want, you just have to ask.”

steve picked her up at five. of course, because it's steve, a candlelit picnic was in order. he had everything set up in the back of his BMW. opened the trunk, making sure a blanket was placed down before everything else. he didn't want her to get her dress dirty.

he was obscenely obsessed with the pretty white dress that went just above the knee. it had pretty little frills on the bottom, and a straight across neckline a few inches above her nipples. a shiny gold and pearl necklace, strappy gold two-inch heels angel fished out of the bottom of her closet. he was practically drooling. feeding her chocolate strawberries he bought at the farmers market down the street. she made flower crowns out of the little dandelions around the blanket. his heart full of love for her.

back at steves house, angel changed into her pajamas. some pink silk pants and one of steves sweaters. he made some tea and put out her favorite snacks on the coffee table for when she came back down. snuggling up to him and thanking him immensely for her day, and allowing her to stay over. to which of course he told her that he should be thanking her.

hours and hours of hugs and kisses that lasted a little bit longer than intended later, it was around eight at night.

"honey, do you wanna get ready for bed? i can put on a movie for us in my room if you want?" steve whispered as gently as he could into angels ear, lips brushing over the shiny earrings she was wearing.

"yes, please. thank you" it came out small, she was nervous. he can tell. he took her face into his hands, rubbing at her cheek lightly.

"listen to me doll, if you just want to watch a movie or cuddle or- just- whatever you want to do, I wont be upset. at all. i promise. i don't want you to feel nervous."

she smiled. " 'm not nervous,-" a little quieter, looking down at her socks, "im excited. just scared that I wont do a good job."

"hey, thats not what it's about babe, there's literally-" he scoffed, "- no way you could do anything wrong. promise." his hands wrapped around her waist, lifting her up and spinning her like she was a princess, making her laugh again. "if you want something just let me know l'right? if you're even like a little tiny bit hesitant you don't even have to say anything okay? no big deal" he held his hands up, emphasizing his last statement.

she gave him the biggest sweetest kiss in the whole wide world, the kind that made his brain go fuzzy and gave him a high that nothing else in the world could.

"c'mon babygirl" he broke the kiss, "gonna lock up the house, kay? go ahead and go upstairs 'nd lay down. ill put a movie on."

as he made his way around the house, steve went over everything he knew she loved in his head. images of her heat rushing to her cheeks, eyes blown wide, pretty thighs pressing together. steve knows what he's doing in bed, and he knows that. so he's not too nervous about his performance. he knows he can satisfy his angel, and he's anticipating every second of it. but the thought of undressing her, seeing her exposed and beautiful, had his breath hitching and his jeans getting tighter as he climbs the stairs to his bedroom.

a soft knock on the door, "honey, can I come in?"

"yes steve"

"hey baby-" and that was all he could get out before his jaw dropped and his pupils blew to two times their original size.

there she was, standing in his bedroom, with that same heat in her cheeks, same blown-out eyes. but this time, his angel was draped in a sheer lace robe that was hanging open, revealing her bare skin donned in sheer, floral lingerie. her nipples peaking through the fabric, skin glowing in the warm light from his bedside. a real-life angel.

"i-" she looked down at her feet, one arm swinging over her stomach in an attempt to cover herself, suddenly feeling very vulnerable, "-i thought it was pretty-"

"you're so gorgeous baby," closing the gap between them immediately, wrapping his arm around her hips, pulling her closer. placing his hand on the side of her freshly clean face. "I love you so much." capturing her lips in a fairytale kiss, trying to express as much love as he can with the gesture.

his arms wrapped around her waist, lifting her up into his arms. steve swears he's in a dream. angel's legs wrapping around his waist, grinding her cunt onto his stomach and devouring him.

"do you want me, love? tell me."

"yes please steve, 'm ready"

he lowers her onto the neatly made bed. he prepared his room the best he could when he woke up this morning. fluffing all his pillows, and washing his comforter. a bouquet of roses with her name on the tag laid on his bedside table.

"i love you, so so much sweetheart." his voice is soft and sweet, gentle and loving.

"i love you too."

slow, passionate, and messy kisses. slotting himself between her legs before pulling his shirt off. leaning down to kiss all over her face, smiling into each one. he moves down to her neck, licking and kissing all over. he finally lays his lips onto her jaw and sucks the soft skin into his mouth. a strangled moan leaves her lips. arching her back and running her hands all over his chest. steve pushes off his jeans and places a firm hand on her waist.

poor angel’s eyes widen at the outline of steves cock through his boxers. her face heating up and her hips moving on their own. it was huge. she knew steve was big. lingering stares at his bulge in his jeans (or sweatpants, or god forbid those little shorts) but seeing it so close was amazing.

steves hands traveled up her hips, right below her breasts. he stopped to look up at her. “is this okay lovey?”

“yes steve”

his hands palmed her tits over the veil of fabric. kneading the skin in his hands. placing kisses over both of them and humming into her chest. poor, poor angel. shes moaning at this point. making steves cock painfully hard.

“more please?”

he grinned. cocky as ever. “‘course baby.” before moving down her stomach, kissing a trail all the way down to her thighs. opening her legs and sucking the skin inside. working his way up till he got to her pretty, pretty cunt.

his soft breath on her. her scent flooding his senses and making him swoon. all he could think about was the beautiful angel in front of him, and how bad he wanted to eat her pretty pussy.

“can i kiss you here?”

her face flushed and mouth open above him made him melt. “please” she sighed, desperate.

his lips came down to place a kiss right on the front of her panties, before moving upwards to her pretty nipples. his jaw clenched from fighting the urge to devour her. kissing each of them before reaching to unhook her bra, asking her sweetly if he could take it off.

“yes steve, i love you”

shes just so adorable and desperate he just adores her. unhooking the floral fabric and sliding it off her arms. he gazes at her pretty tits, red around the nipple from how sensitive she is, and a small gasp falls from his lips.

“so beautiful baby. my good girl.” and angel is bucking her hips up towards him at his praise. unbelievably horny and already a little cockdrunk. “yeah, you wanna be my good girl? let me make love to you sweetheart.”

“i love you stevie,”

“i love you angel, always” and hes so content. adoring her, touching her, loving her. he moves down to her panties again, warm breath on her swollen clit. “is it okay if these come off angel? you look so beautiful in them, but I just wanna see you hon.” smiling fondly when she lets out a little “yes please.”

he hooks his thumbs onto the waistband, pressing kisses all over it before sliding them off. angel moaned when her cunt was hit by the cool air. steves eyes on her like he was going to ravish her. she was soaking wet, clit red and swollen, clenching by itself every few seconds. “so pretty,,,can i touch you here? ,,please baby.” briefly sitting up to admire his angel completely bare. cock throbbing and heart pounding.

“please d-stevie” and of course he knows what she was going to say. angel has called him daddy before, mostly jokingly, but hes an observant lover. so obviously he notices how much angel loves it when he takes care of her. he expected her praise kink, and he expected her to let “daddy” slip out once or twice. everyone called steve daddy sometimes, as a joke. but he liked it a little too much when she did it.

he kisses her sweetly, lips tangled with angel’s. before moving down to her pretty pussy. licking his lips before gently touching her folds, opening up her pretty flower. she whined and moaned. pretty little head filled with only thoughts of him.

"so pretty baby, so fucking beautiful. love you so much" reaching one of his hands to hold hers firmly, grounding her in reality. kissing up her thighs before coming back up to kiss her. "is everything okay?"

she smiled, both of their hearts warm and content. "yeah stevie. i want you."

passionate, loving, mind-blowing, earth-shattering kisses that stopped time for the next twenty minutes. his hands roamed all over her, her fingers twirling in his hair, making him moan into her mouth

steves fingers started to drag down her stomach, goosebumps decorating her skin as his palm rests on her clit. taking her bottom lip into his teeth before kissing her deeper. steve wants to get her ready for him, but shes so ready for him to let go and fill her up. angel's fingertips trailing down his happy trail, dipping under the waistband. pouting at him.

"what'd i tell you love? ill do anything for you, you just have to ask me." and he was right. he didn't do anything unless she specifically asked for it, which was why he was still straining against his boxers.

"want it off." pushing the fabric down unsuccessfully. pout still very prominent.

"thank you babe," and hes picking her up off the bed and switching their position swiftly. "you want to do it or me angel?"

"me! me." she said a little too quickly, making them both giggle a little. she leans up to kiss him, still grinning. pulling the waistband down his hips, slowly exposing more of him. just seeing the first few inches of skin showing had her head spinning and her face heating up. steve places his hand on her face as he lifts his hips a little allowing him to get rid of the extra fabric. moaning as his cock hits the air. springing straight up and lifting a weight off his shoulders. so delighted he almost didn't notice his angel's face. her eyes glassed over, mouth opening subconsciously. gazing up at him and letting out a small whimper. admiring him completely, the prettiest cock in the world.

"steve..."

"i know beautiful, y' look so pretty. cmon lovey, give me a kiss." maneuvering her face back to his. a soft grip on her hips, kneading the skin and rubbing up and down her back. heat pooling between their legs and flushing their skin. angel's fingertips trailing up the soft skin on his chest, gripping and kissing him everywhere the position would let her. his fingers find her cunt again, fucking her open on his hand slowly. her mouth open and moaning into his mouth.

"steve, steve, steve" she pulls away from his lips, staring at his flushed expression. "I wanna help you."

"fuck- alright sweetheart. go easy on me babe, want to stay like this forever." shifting his weight to make her as comfortable as he could. her lips trailing down his stomach, kissing and trailing her nails down his sides, making his hips jerk.

"can I touch you stevie?"

"i-" a deep breath racking through his body, "i'd love that baby."

the feeling of her lips kissing the neatly trimmed hair around his cock has him gripping the bedsheets. throwing his head back and groaning before immediately forcing himself to look back so he won't miss anything. gasping when her hand wraps around him, thumb and index finger lightly brushing the tip of his cock. "jesus christ babe. yeah,,, good job baby; keep going."

and she does just that, stroking him from the base of his cock all the way up to the tip. he's moaning filthily, almost embarrassingly. her lips meeting his tip in a soft kiss, making him shake a little, smiling down at her.

he has to pull her off of him when it gets a little too much for him. he still wants to last another hour or two, and with the way her mouth is moving on him makes him think otherwise. rubbing her shoulders as he pulls her back up to him, kissing her sweetly. flipping their position to where he's hovered over her. pressing their foreheads together.

"you want me to keep going hone-"

"yeahh-" it's a long and drawn out whimper. a soft smile and a chuckle leaving his lips in response, leaving them both giggling a little bit. giggles that quickly turned into moans when his hands went back down to her cunt, kissing her as softly as he could once again. his lips pressed against hers, making them both feel hazy and soft.

"okay baby, you gonna relax for me, yeah?" his hands coming back up to her torso, stroking slowly and sensually. moving down to her hips, lifting them up and placing a pillow underneath her. his angel's cunt exposed on display for him. his wandering hands back onto her body, leaning down to kiss her. pressing their bodies together, her soft tits against his chest, bare skin pressed together, making his breath hitch. his cock starting to press against her clit, creating friction as he started to rock against her sex. his angel whimpering and quivering from how sensitive she is.

"shhh, ive got you baby. ive got you. that feels good yeah? i know honey. god- you feel so good baby. good girl. my good girl." her pussy pulsating and contracting at his praise.

"want more steve, more please, i want you inside of me, please."

his eyes roll back into his head a little bit, feathering kisses onto her collarbones before leaning back up just enough to look at her. savoring the way her face turned red, a soft flush over her chest and neck. all the way down to her vulva, flushed and swollen with arousal.

"yeah baby? yeah? you want me inside you honey? want me to make love to my pretty girl?" voice breathy and adoring.

a whisper. soft enough that he could only hear because he was so in tune with her. "please daddy, love you stevie, please."

"oh baby, -fuck" stroking his cock before lining himself up with her lips, spreading her arousal around with his tip. "deep breath for me sweet girl, deep breath. ive got you okay? gonna take care of you. make love to my pretty baby. tell me if you want me to stop babygirl, ill be gentle with you, 'kay? ive got you."

finally, steve grabs onto her propped-up hips, kneading them soothingly. rubbing up and down her torso while he spreads her cunt open. legs open wide for him as he slides his thick cock inside her. the head of his cock inside her as she lets out a moan thats almost a scream. the stretch is euphoric. slightly painful, but it just fit so good inside her. making her throw her head back, giving steve a good view of her neck and tits.

his jaw slack and head thrown back in pure bliss. loud moans leaving his lips to match hers before leaning back down to her face.

"shh, shh, i've got you baby, good girl. i love you so much. you okay?" his cock halfway inside, massaging her clit with his thumb. working her open around him.

"'m okay stevie, want more please- steve!" his angel begged him. her voice desperate, making him shudder. he moves his hands up to hers, intertwining their fingers and rocking his hips into hers. leaning down to kiss her while he bottoms out inside her. her pretty cunt fluttering around him as he buries himself inside her. his lips moving down to her neck, sucking and biting the soft skin into his mouth. reveling in the way shes reacting, back arching and chanting his name.

"love you so much. god youre beautiful. you feel so good baby. so good." he groaned into her neck. steve imagines this is what heaven feels like. he's so in love with her, an all-consuming, comfortable love that makes him feel completely whole. a passionate love that makes him feel red hot and desperate.

"i love you so much steve, so much. feels s' good." her hand caressing his face, pulling him in for a lazy sensual kiss that makes time stop. his arms pulling her legs to rest on his hips. pulling away slightly to whisper into her lips.

"you want me to move, sweet girl? you feeling okay?"

"im okay steve, are you okay?", he smiles softly, providing a sincere affirmation. "please steve, i want you. all of you. forever."

he has to fight to not tear up at how much her words really affect him. the emotion and passion in the room being shared between the both of them. intoxicating and euphoric.

"i'm so in love with you," his hips pulling back and rolling into her again. moans filling the room, the sound of him making love to her messy cunt flooding his system. a deep, sensual rhythm developing. the trail of hair on his pelvis and stomach becoming increasingly slick. holding each other as close as possible, love flooding them with every intake of breath.

rutting and grinding into her. her hands running down his back and trailing kisses up his chest. gasping when his fingers pick up an unrelenting pace on her clit. working together to bring each other to the edge, enjoying every second of it.

"oh- steve" he could feel his angel's cunt clamping down on him. his cock twitching, so close to finishing. he's been close for the past hour, holding himself at the edge to make sure she finishes first.

"yeah baby? fuck- my good girl. what do you need from me sweet girl?" his thrusts becoming faster and more desperate, groaning and moaning into each others mouths.

"'m close stevie, 'm close"

"i know, i know baby. i love you, i want you to cum for me, sweetheart." the pace of his fingers on her clit remaining constant as she follows his orders. letting her climax build to its peak, babbling and desperate as he continues to work her through it.

"im gonna cum with you lovey, cum for me." and that's all it takes to have the knot in her stomach unravel. white hot pleasure racking through her body, vision blurring, and shes almost certain shes seeing stars.

"steve!" her moans mimicking screams, body writhing and jerking with her orgasm. enough for steve to let himself cum. his own orgasm flooding her cunt. muscles tensing and relaxing, a long, guttural moan falling from his slack jaw, eyelids fluttering shut and back open again to look at the angel in front of him.

euphoria

bodies relaxing and falling into the sheets below them. steve kissing up her neck and pulling her into another time-stopping kiss. still inside of her, holding her close to him and treating her like the most precious thing in the world. rubbing soothing circles into her cheek as he pulls out. comforting her when she whimpers.

"youre the best thing that's ever happened to me. that was so amazing. i love you so much." steve rasped, absolutely beaming at her.

"i love you so much steve, i think i just ascended." sending them both into a fit of giggles and kisses.

"i think I did too babydoll. lets get you cleaned up."

[indeedgoodman]

[withacapitalp]

Steve has a routine for nights like this. A routine for the times when his world gets flipped on its axis. Just four simple steps to keep his body alive while his mind tries to sort through whatever fucked up thing he just went through. 

Steve has a Routine. 

Robin breaks that Routine.

[softsnzstuff]

Sicktember Day 3 - “What Happened to your Phenomenal Immune System, huh?”

Fandom: Stranger Things; Doctors Office AU

Summary: Doctor Eddie gets sick on vacation

Word Count: 460

Steve emerged from the hotel bathroom in nothing but swim trunks, flip flops and sunglasses atop his head. He had a light layer of sunscreen across his nose and a beach towel wrapped around his neck, another in his hands.

“Hey Eds…” he called out to the lump buried under a blanket on the couch.

“Hnng….” Was the groaned reply.

“I’m gonna head down to the pool for a bit, wanna come?”

The older man rolled over to look at his partner through squinted eyes. Poor guy had been desperate for a vacation the past year and a half, and of course the second he manages a vacation to Kauai with Steve? He gets struck down with the cold from Hell.

“I m’bean… H’eKTSCH! Isssh! HuSSHuhew! Snf ugh. I guess I could work on m’by tan…” he joked, smirking slightly before rubbing at his nose.

Steve quirked an eyebrow and held out the second beach towel towards Eddie, making a questioning hum.

Eddie rubbed the back of his neck with one arm before reaching out and snatching the towel.

“Alright I’ll go to the pool with you.”

The long haired man rummaged through his suitcase momentarily before vanishing into the bathroom, only to emerge moments later in swim trunks of his own.

He draped the towel over his shoulders and grabbed the tissue box off the night stand, “Alright. Let’s rock n roll…”

---

Steve had to admit that he was thoroughly enjoying himself. He took a dive in the pool and swam a few laps, reminiscing about his swim team days, before climbing out to towel off.

He lay out on the chair that was next to Eddie’s. Eddie was hunched forward, towel still around his shoulders and tissues at his side. He was blowing his nose as Steve sat down.

“Aren’t you a sorry sight.” Steve teased, pulling out his phone to snap a picture.

Eddie flipped him the bird and lay back on his lounger.

“This is going straight to the girls.” Steve chuckled.

“They love to see me suffer.” Eddie joked, putting on his best woe-is-me voice before quickly ducking down, hunched under his towel.

“H’xxT!! K’tisCH! Eh’TSCHiew!”

Eddie plucked a couple tissues from his rapidly depleting stash and blew into them right as the girl was coming around for poolside bar service orders.

“I’ll have a piña colada, but could my boyfriend get a hot tea?”

“Coming right up.” She smiled at Steve before walking back toward the bar.

“A hot tea Steve? Really?”

“A sick boy needs his sick drink!” Steve shrugged, “What happened to your phenomenal immune system anyways, huh?”

Eddie coughed into his towel and shrugged, “Guess it only holds up for me when I’m at the office.”

[stevethehairington]

thinking Thoughts again about my tommy was actually steves first kiss despite telling everyone it was some girl hc/fic idea

[stvharrngton]

"Don't drop the H-bomb on me during sex, babe, come on."

That's so fucking cute. He would definitely get all whiny about that. Especially if it was a strangers/enemies to lovers kinda thing and he's all "We're past that, first name basis. Actually no! Pet name basis. I am only 'baby'."

AHHHH IM SO GLAD SOMEONE ELSE LOVED THIS LINE AS MUCH AS I DID!!!!!

steve would so hate when you called him ‘harrington’ like in whatever setting but especially when you’re getting down to business 😭 he’d get so whiny and pouty about it fr

[raven-sapphire]

"You know this" Eddie started talking again, gesturing at the joint in his hand "won't solve your problems". "Fuck you". Maybe it was a little harsh. "I'm just saying," Eddie continued unphased, "that you asked me about drugs the very first day you walked into the Starcourt Mall after Steve Harrington took that job as an ice cream man. Also, usually when you're impatient you just make an annoyed face and nothing else, but this time you looked visually pissed, so I'm guessing the 'problem' is more emotional this time. Ergo it's about Harrington." "Shut up". ___ Summer of 85. Three more months. Just three more months and Tommy would finally escape from Hawkins, from his parents, from Steve. Of course, he didn't think that those three months would be the most beautiful and painful of his life. It all started when he booked - for the umpteenth time - a meeting with Eddie Munson to buy some weed to relax. Except that time was different.

[stevebabey]

It's cold as frick so I've been thinking about cuddly Steve. I feel like after Nancy, Steve became cautious about who to be affectionate towards. He didn't want to come off clingy and annoying. So maybe reader (best friend or s/o, your choice) makes an effort to initiate hugs and couch cuddles and cheek kisses 🥰🥰

god sanne you went for the JUGULAR with this & i think you’re so right, nancy doesn’t seem like a pda person and steve seems like the ultimate pda boy & he probably reeled it in a bit after that messy breakup :(

imagine it’s a new relationship, maybe only a month or so together so you’re really getting to learn what the other like- it’s getting colder and colder outside nd you’re delighted because one of the top perks of having a boyfriend is the cuddles (especially actual space heater steve harrington, he’s warm CONSTANTLY)

and when ur both hanging out, watching a film together on the couch, he seems a bit touchy, like he will sling his arm around the back of the couch but YOU have to be the one to tug in down onto your shoulders — and it makes steve bite back a grin, but he finally snuggles a bit closer. so u know it’s not you, he doesn’t seem to have a problem with snuggling close but only if you initiate it & for the life of u, you can’t figure out why???

it’s baffling because he turns the prettiest shade of pink if you kiss him on the cheek, just bcos you want to — and his usually assured confident kisses behind closed doors become a bit nervous, always a tiny gasp, when u kiss him goodbye at his job out in public. and it’s terrible, u have a niggle in your brain that maybe, just maybe, he’s embarrassed to be with you — and you tell him so, in this tiny whisper with your head down because this feels a tad too humiliating and god what if you’re right ?

steve absolutely frets and his go-to solution is to positively shower you in kisses, his big hands on either side of your face as he kisses your lips, your cheeks, your nose, your forehead - til you’re flustered and giggling and can barely keep up. without missing a beat in his kisses, he kicks behind him to nudge open the employee door and only pauses to turn and yell, ‘i love my girlfriend very much!’ to the 3 randoms in the store.

you’re burning up now, tugging him back but undeniably happy bcos there’s no way he’s embarrassed of u— so you ask, why? why does he come close and then retract his touch? why does he seem so surprised with kisses in public? and steve embarrassingly admits that he’s worried about being clingy since…well since, nancy and every clicks. u become hawkins clingiest couple after that, always hanging off each other, constant kisses here and there, hands always intertwined & big hugs where he loves to spin u around

[hgrves]

[pouringmyheartoutforpaper]

okay i feel we talk a lot about how much steve loves to overstimulate you as a punishment, but stevie edging you does not get enough attention💔

“i know you want it baby, oh i know you’d be such a good girl for me if i let you cum, but you just look so so pretty like this. just a little more, okay? yeah? there you go, just relax honey, don’t cum sweetheart.”

MHMHMHMHMHMHMHMHM i love the rare times that steve is mean. you're gonna have to rile him up a LOT though. something like this I think. minors dni.

CW: jealousy, nontoxic, praise, mild daddy!steve, cunnilingus (m and f receiving), p in v sex , aftercare, &lt;3

Steve loves his good girl. He loves how you hold onto him and follow him. He loves how you trust him enough to let him take care of you, so to speak. He never takes advantage of that. He knows you like being a good girl, knows you love his praise. He loves you so much, and the dynamic you have with him is so comfortable and loving. Of course, he's not always dominant, but he knows he has the option to be. You kiss him and make him feel loved and supported, and he's so grateful for you. Everything about your relationship is mutualistic. Constant love and care for one another. When you're feeling submissive, he takes care of you in any way that you'd like. Whether that means hugs or kisses or fucking you over his kitchen table, he enjoys every second of it. Overall, Steve Harrington is the dictionary definition of a soft!dom.

It was a Saturday night and you were getting ready to go to the small bar in town to celebrate Joyce’s new job promotion after the upside-down shenanigans. You didn’t particularly want to go, and neither did Steve, but it was a good time to see all of the people you cared about in one crowded place.

Steve was getting dressed when you came out of his bathroom, your hair blow-dried and makeup perfected. Deep red lipstick and a small black wing by your eye. He’s buckling his belt when he looks up to see you in the mirror. A silk black dress that reaches a few inches above your knee, sheer tights underneath, and a matching heel, all topped by the gold “s” pendant around your neck. an outfit that ensured the rest of his night would be borderline torture trying to keep his hands off you. his jaw drops in the mirror before he whips around to look at you directly. blatantly tracing your entire body with his eyes.

“Jesus christ baby, you look gorgeous. You trying to kill me? You almost sent me into a coma over there.” he voices while moving towards you, taking your hand in his and observing your face and body more closely, “cmon beautiful, give me a spin.” you blush while he spins you around, accompanied by a low whistle that makes your breath hitch.

“Damn, baby…” he picks you up by your waist to plant you in front of his bedroom mirror, “look at you… god. I’m so unbelievably lucky. You’re so beautiful, even when you’re sleeping.” His words make you smile. His implication is that he admires the work you put into your appearance while also making sure you know it’s unnecessary to his infatuation with you.

“Thank you Stevie.” You smile up at him while he rubs his hands up and down your body, lingering by your chest and neck.

“Course, baby. Least I can do. I love you.”

“I love you too, honey.” you reach your hand up to cup his cheek and give it a kiss, all while you’re both still facing the mirror.

“You doing this on purpose, baby? This how you’re gonna keep me distracted all night?” He says into your ear, watching you squirm and blush. Knowing that he knows what you’re trying to do. Ruin him, for the sheer fun of it.

“Lets go, honey.”

The bar was crowded as usual, and by the time you and Steve sat down, you were already ready to leave. Steve was resting his arm on the table, talking animatedly to Eddie and Robin. His arms had to be a gift from god. Watching them move, his left hand on your knee, his black polo shirt that you never thought anyone could manage to make attractive has you staring at his chest and biceps way more than it should. Robin keeps talking to Steve about something horrifying that Keith had said yesterday, while Eddie giggles at the look on your face. Deciding that you might as well test your luck, you close your legs around where his hand rests above your knee. He looks down at your thighs and gives your leg a squeeze before bringing his hand back to the table.

Every ounce of need to be his good girl flooded from your body, replaced by the need to make his night a living hell. Your eyebrows furrowed and your face formed a pout instantly. Eddie is enjoying the show that only he is noticing, raising his eyebrows at your expression change. Steve keeps conversation, not even looking at you. Heat rushes to your cheeks at the lack of attention. You place your hand on his inner thigh, hoping that he’ll get the hint. He reaches down to interlace your fingers, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand before setting it back in your lap.

“Behave, doll.” his voice is kind but firm in your ear.

Your eyes narrow, and only then do you look up. Noticing Eddie chuckling at you with his hand over his mouth. You roll your eyes at him, which makes his jaw drop a little at your attitude that is usually nonexistent when Steve is around. You hop out of your chair, going to find Nancy at the bar. Not turning back to look at him or tell him where you’re going. Robin followed quickly after you, tripping a few times before catching up to you.

Steve and Eddie were left at the table. Both shocked with your behavior.

“Damn, Harrington.” Eddie brings his beer bottle to his lips, Steve turns his head to look at him. “Looks like we’re in for a show tonight. What’d you do to her? Poor girl.”

Steve’s jaw clenched and his face flushed.

“Shut it, Munson.” Eddie held his hands up, declaring innocence before getting up to find you. Ready to encourage you in your mental warfare. Knowing that he left Steve angry.

Steve finished his drink before moving to find you. Spotting you at a table with Nancy and Eddie.

“That dress is so pretty on you, you look amazing.” Nancy remarked, looking you up and down.

“Hell yeah, loving the vibe here darling,” Eddie interjects, motioning at your body with his hands. You thank them both, blushing at the compliments and returning one to Nancy. You see Steve walking towards you, you catch his eyes and stare at him as you undo one of the buttons on your dress, exposing more of your chest, (Steve can't help but notice Eddie’s eyes following your chest, quickly turning away once he realizes what he's doing), before heading off to find Robin and get a drink. Steve is appalled. Absolutely scathing at the thought of who else could be looking at you right now. He follows and finds you quickly, grabbing your waist and turning you to face him.

“C’mon, doll. We’re leaving.” you stare at him for a moment, “Now.”

You let him take you to his car after saying goodbye. He opens the passenger door for you, as always. He starts the car, and doesn’t say anything as he reverses out of the parking space he’s in. His silence continues throughout the drive, but he always keeps one hand intertwined with yours. You notice his jaw clenched, and your breath hitches at his unfamiliar attitude hes displaying. Your cunt throbbing while you press your thighs together desperately. Your gaze landing on the tent in his jeans.

After turning into the driveway, he guides you to the door with an arm around your waist. Closing it behind you both before pulling you into him for a hug, just holding each-other for a second before he refocuses, grabbing your jaw and making you look at him.

“Go upstairs and take your dress off.”

Your heart probably stops right then, but you follow his orders instantly. Heading into his bedroom before tossing the dress onto the floor, leaving you in a bralette, a pair of tights, and heels. Hair framing your face perfectly, red lips ready for him.

His footsteps come closer after he finishes locking the house up and putting some towels in the dryer so they will be warm for you later. Your breath fluctuating with nerves. He reaches the door and pushes it open, looking a complete mess. Hair disheveled from how many times he has run his fingers through it, polo unbuttoned and showing his chest hair filthily, cock straining against his jeans. He looks at you before motioning you to come closer to him, then pointing downwards for you to get on your knees. You do so. He leans down to you and grabs your jaw.

“You want to tell me what happened tonight?”

“I- you were ignoring me.”

“No, baby. I was very much aware of you, just thought maybe you could make it through the night without throwing a fit.”

“I wasn’t! You pushed my hand away!” Your pout worsens.

“Tone.” He warns you and you soften, “you know very well that if I had kept my hand on you I wouldn’t have been able to keep them off you.”

“B-but, I want you on me.” You look so cute that Steve almost forgets what he’s doing. Almost. He kisses the top of your head before continuing.

“And what do you do when you want something?” He questions you.

“… I ask.”

“And what did you do today?”

“….”

His voice softens slightly. “You know better. I love you so much, but you know that you should’ve told me. Isn’t that right? Y’know I’ll always help you, honey, always. With anything. You can tell me anything. You know that, sweet girl. Right?”

You look at the ground, feeling slightly guilty now because you know he’s right. “Yes, Steve. M’sorry, just wanted you to pay attention to me.”

“I know honey, I’m sorry I made you feel ignored. But we’ll do better next time right, sweetheart?” You nod. “Use your words baby, you know that.”

“Yes, Stevie.”

“Good girl. Do you want me in your mouth honey? How does that sound?

“Yes please, daddy.”

Steve pulls his shirt over his head swiftly and meets your eyes, serious again. “Or we can cuddle on the couch and watch a movie if you want to baby. You know you have all the power here, okay?”

You nod, looking up at him. “I know. Want you in my mouth, please.”

“Such good manners baby.” He scratches your head with the praise before unbuckling his belt and tossing it across the room. Palming himself through his jeans, groaning a little bit before you slide the denim down his legs so he can step out of them. He keeps touching himself in front of your face. His grey boxers sporting a small wet stain from precum. “Open.”

Your jaw falls along with your tongue. Steve places two fingers into your mouth. “Suck.”

You do as he says while he takes his cock out. You whine around his fingers while he strokes himself. The tip of his cock an angry red color. Throwing his head back while he fists his cock. “Fuck, baby. Looked so beautiful tonight y’know that? Had me hard for you all night. Y’know Eddie was watching you too? Yeah, I know you do. You think he’d turn down the chance to fuck you if he could? No, he wouldn’t. But you don’t want him, do you baby? You just want your daddy, huh?”

You nod eagerly. Sucking his fingers harder now in response. trying to work your heel into your clit for some sort of relief.

“Stay still, pretty girl. Open wide for me, baby.” And you oblige, opening your mouth while he draws his fingers out and strokes himself with them before slapping the head of his cock onto your tongue.

“Thats a good girl. See? Look at you. You know how to behave, don’t you baby? C’mon honey, suck my cock… fuck baby, good girl, good girl.”

Your lips are moving around him steadily, making his hand on the back of your head shake. He’s less gentle tonight with you. Usually he would just barely guide your mouth around him, letting you take it at your own pace. But now he’s adding more force to his movements. Placing your hand on his thigh so he knows you can tap out if you want to. While he uses your mouth, he reaches down to unhook your bra, letting it fall onto the ground in front of him before pulling out of your mouth. He places a kiss on the top of your head, then on your forehead, then your nose, and your lips.

“I love you.” He whispers.

He settles himself between your lips again, letting you touch him like he knows you need. You look up at him with the biggest puppy eyes you can muster. He smiles lovingly down at you.

“Being cute won’t get you out of this this time, baby. I appreciate the- fuck- effort though.” He rubs his thumb across your forehead while you continue to look up at him, mouth full. He starts up again, pulling your hair into a makeshift ponytail and fucking into your mouth. Slowly at first, but speeding up slightly after a few thrusts. “Ohh love,- you are pretty cute though.” His head falls back, exposing the vein in his neck, red and flushed. “my pretty fucking slut, my beautiful girl.”

You whine around him, tears brimming your eyes. He pulls out to let you catch your breath. You nod up at him, and hes pushing back in. Rutting into your mouth and running his hand through his hair. You feel him twitch in your mouth.

“Fuck, honey. C’mon baby, make me cum.”

And you do just that. Bringing a hand up to rub harder circles into his balls and sucking just around his tip.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,- ahh” He moans while his cock starts to spurt warm ropes of cum down your throat. You look at him with those same pleading eyes while he works through his orgasm, swallowing what didnt drip out of your mouth, and catching what was running down his cock with your tongue. “Shit. Good girl…God, fuck.”

You sit with your knees on either side of you. The black heels you wear dig into your hips. That is until Steve lets go of your hair to lean down and pick you up from under your arms. Letting your legs dangle around his waist, supporting you with his hands on your ass and lower back. He kisses you delicately. Peck after peck onto your lips with little praises in between.

“Took it so well, baby. So well.” He carries you over to his bed, lying you down on the plush comforter. Kisses are pressed to your thighs all the way down to your ankles before removing your heels. Kissing back up your ankles before moving to hover above your hips. His eyes scan the thin tights that adorn your legs. You can see him pondering what to do with them. His hands trace the outline of your bare center below the sheer fabric, moving to your hips. He pauses for a moment before he grips the material on either side of your pelvis, and rips them down the middle. Making you gasp.

“Steve!”

“Sorry baby, I’ll buy you some more tomorrow.”

He finishes removing whats left of the tights, moving his hands up your stomach and rubbing your tummy and tits.

“Gonna be good for me? Don’t worry honey, I’ll take care of you.” He kisses your forehead and cheeks, your lip is trembling and your brain is cloudy. “Use your words please.”

“Yes, Stevie, I will.”

“Good girl.”

Steve threw your legs over each of his shoulders. Your cunt on display for him. His fingers glide through your folds before plunging them inside you. He leans over you to hover above your face while his fingers move inside you. His lips ghost over your face, kissing your forehead, and then your nose, and settling on your lips.

“I love you, honey.”

His fingers keep working on you, your eyes start to roll back, a warm fog overtaking your rationality. His favorite. Loves when you get all small for him, when you hold onto him for dear life while he touches you, too fucked to form cohesive thoughts. His mouth moves down to your neck, leaving wet, messy kisses over your skin, sucking it between his teeth until you whimper. You whine out his name.

“S-Stevie, close…close, please.”

But then he moves off of you. Sitting on the soft comforter and stroking your hair. The whimper you let out is almost a scream.

“Steve!”

“Shh,” He places another kiss on your forehead, “it’s okay baby, youre okay. Be a good girl.”

You turn to bury your face in his tummy, wrapping your arms around his waist. He rubs your back soothingly.

“You ready to get up for me? You still okay?” He says it with such sincerity. He would stop completely if you so much as hesitated. But you were already nodding and trying to sit in his lap. But he easily pushed you back onto the bed and spread your thighs apart.

“Use your words babylove. You know that. Thats why we’re here right now, yeah? Cause you wont use your words.”

“M’sorry, I’m okay Stevie, m’sorry. I want you please. ”

“Hey, hey, none of that alright? It’s okay dove.” He kisses your sternum before positioning his head between your legs. Admiring you for a moment before placing a kiss at the top of your slit. Peppering kisses all over your cunt while you quivered beneath him. His tongue finally made its way onto your cunt, plunging inside of you before latching onto your clit. You’re head is swimming and your body feels like it’s on fire. The wet sounds of his mouth on you and his heavy breathing is the only thing you can hear. His hands holding your thighs apart and rubbing the sides of your pussy with his thumbs. Then bringing two fingers back to your little hole and fucking you softly with them. The knot in your tummy pulled even tighter.

“Steve! Stevie! Please, please, please. Can I… Can I- Please.”

But he was already moving out of you and back up to your tits, taking a nipple in his mouth before releasing it slowly to come back up to your face.

“No! Stevie… please. Need to cum, please, please. I’ll be good, I’ll be a good girl for you daddy I promise. I promise I’ll be good.”

“I know you want it baby, i know. I know you would be such a good girl if I let you cum, yeah? but you just look so pretty like this. just a little more, okay? yeah? there you go, just relax honey, dont cum sweetheart. its okay, ive got you honey, daddy’s got you baby.”

Your glassy doe eyes nod up at him, you just want to be a good girl for him. You whimper a little when he takes your tits in his hands again and works your nipples with his mouth. Biting and pinching and sucking until they’re red and sensitive. He blows cool air onto them and you jump. He smiles a little and coos at you.

“You poor thing, baby. I’m sorry honey, gotta get my good girl back, baby. Here, you wanna suck my cock again baby? Then I’ll fuck you? You need something in your mouth baby?”

You nod at him, and usually he’d make you use your words but he knew you’re too far gone now. So he just moves his hips up to your chest. You already have your mouth open, with your tongue out for him.

“Awe, baby. Theres my good girl, huh? Smart little thing. My pretty baby.”

His cock is straining again, leaking precum onto your tongue when he slapped his tip onto it a few times. The familiar taste making you dumb under him. Your lips wrap around him, sucking and licking and satisfying that oral fixation. His hands stroke your hair while he moans above you, watching you take what you need.

When he thinks your sufficiently distracted from the ache between your legs, he moves back, smiling at the way your body chases him. He presses his forehead to yours and takes your face in his hands.

“Need you to use your words for me please, okay? Are you ready, baby? You want me inside you?”

“Yes, daddy, please. Please. I want you.”

He smiles and kisses the tip of your nose. Running his hands back down your body and lifting your legs up. Admiring your leaking cunt before picking you up off of the bed. Carrying you around to the other side of the bed so that you could see yourself in the mirror. Your heart skipped a beat at the scene. He bends you over the bed, before bringing his arms around you to pull you towards his chest.

“Deep breath baby.”

And then he’s completely inside you. None of his usual slowness. Already thrusting into you. His cock filling your little cunt up so good. Your moans resemble screams. You can hear him grunting behind you. Almost animalistic.

“Good girl. Thats my good girl. Such a good fucking slut for me, aren’t you baby? Making a scene just so I’ll fuck this tight little cunt. This what you wanted princess? Look at me.”

He grips your hair and makes you look into the mirror in front of you. Watching your own fucked out expression. Flushed all over. Tits red and sensitive. His hair was in his face. Shifting with his movements, and he was looking at you like you were an angel. You watched as he turned to whisper into your ear, his eyes watching your own looking into the mirror. Knowing you could see him talk to you like this.

“Your so fucking beautiful baby. I love you so much. Make me so happy. You doing good?”

You nodded, but he fucked the words out of your mouth.

“I love you ,daddy. Feels so good. You’re s’ big, Stevie, filling me up- filling me up so good.”

“Good girl.”

And he's letting go of his grip on you, guiding you down to the bed on your tummy. Moving both his hands around your hips and lifting them up before fucking into you. Rutting into you over and over again at an almost inhuman pace.

"Stevie, Stevie, Stevie,,"

You're a mess. Completely fucked out in front of him. Mouth hanging open, eyes rolled back, hair in your lipgloss, mascara smudged around your eyes. He's smiling so hard, letting his head fall back while he fucks into you, in complete bliss. The aura around you both is that of candlelight on a Sunday night, pure comfort and euphoria.

"Love you s'fucking much baby. God, could fuck you forever. My pretty girl. I'll take such good care of you, baby. Fuck-"

His words send chills throughout your entire being. Pushing you right back to that knot.

"Daddy, daddy, please. Taking such good care of me. Please, let me cum, please. Please, Stevie."

"Dove, sweetheart, cmon. I want you to cum for me now, baby. Let go for me. Yeah, fuck that's it, pretty girl. That's it, baby, oh, I know honey, I know. I know. Fuck, you're soaking me, love. Can I cum in you, sweetheart? Yeah? Thank you baby, such a good girl for me. Oh"

He keeps rutting into you while you cum on his cock. You're in the clouds, everything around you has melted into nothing but Steve. You feel him filling you up. Warm and safe. His arms wrap around you. The wonderful feeling of exertion puts a smile on your face. His lips place soft kisses all over your shoulders and face, whispering sweet nothings to you. Lying down next to you after maneuvering you back onto the bed properly. He wraps you up in his arms and kisses your head, rubbing your arms and shoulders, tracing hearts and "I love yous" into the soft skin.

"Did such a good job baby. Always so amazing. You're a dream, baby. My love. My own angel. I love you so much."

"Loves you Stevie, make me so happy. I love you."

He kisses you again before getting out of bed, making his way around to you and kissing you again. He hands you his shirt off of the floor and lets you wrap your arms around it, making sure you didn't feel alone while he goes into the bathroom and starts a bath for you, adding bubbles and lavender soap. He grabs a pair of boxers and returns to the bedroom, kissing you and picking you up.

"M'here baby. I'm here."

You smile at him and bury your face into his chest while he sits you on the counter. Kissing you all over your face and giggling with you while he takes off your makeup with you.

"Y' want me to go get you some water, beautiful?

Your face lights up, making him melt a little. "Yes please, love."

"Okay, honey, I'll go get everything ready for you, m'kay? You want some tea?"

"Yes, please."

"Alright angel. I'll be back in a couple minutes."

You clean up before getting into the warm bath. By the time you were in the water, Steve was knocking on the door with a cup of tea, and a glass of water. Entering the room when you told him to come inside.

"Hey, you. How you feel, babylove? Y'alright?" He asked you this every time, even though you always had the same answer. He loved to hear it.

"I'm so happy, Stevie, I love you."

He kisses your hand and brushes your hair out of your face, smiling softly at you.

[contradictivs]

ryder being the mom friend is something so important to me ...

[bittwitchy]

cw anti st*ggy and st*cky joke:

its funny how much i hate st*ggy considering i also dont like st*cky romantically

[sanguineterrain]

just rewatched the zorro/elena swordfighting scene...... ummmmm who gave them the right to make that scene so shmexy..... kinda wanna write something inspired by it....

[drydak]

eddie (while getting really close and staring at his eyes): i think you should get nancy back man

steve (replaying every moment of their relationship with the knowledge that there’s no way he saw what he thinks he saw/staring deep into his eyes and lips): huh yeah sure sounds gay i mean uh. great….