#steve harrington concept

[venuslore]

the first time steve sees your boobs he's over the moon. he's like a child being taken to a candy store; he can't look away, doesn't want to look away. he knew how you felt about your body, how you covered yourself up, but with him... you felt safe. you were wearing a sweater, one of his, and had removed your bra through the sleeve. this amazed steve. it was like witchcraft. watching you take it off without showing so much as a glimpse of skin. he stares, bewildered. he could see how nervous you were, your fingers playing with the hem of the sweater as you try to stall him, but he pulls you close, hands wrapping around your waist, "it's me, baby. it's just me." the sweetness in his voice surely convinces you and matched with the softness of his dewy brown eyes, how could you say no? heaving a sigh, you slowly begin to pull the material up your tummy, revealing more skin than steve had ever really seen of you, and the second your breasts are free, he stiffens in his seat. his eyes are immediately drawn to your nipples, the small cherubs of skin hardening and he swallows hard. his hand instinctively lifts to touch them but he stops before looking to you for confirmation, which you give through a shy nod. his thumb rolls over the bumps, soft against your breasts as he encapsulates them in his hands. "don't know what you were so nervous about, baby" he pulls his gaze away from them to look at you, "they're so pretty." ᰔ

[ghostlyfleur]

no bc steve would definitely chill by playing with your boobs. poking, bouncing, softly pinching them. rubbing the back of his fingers over your nipples. he also pouts at them and coos as if they were puppies. weirdo.

weirdo.

stevie has an oral fixation, i just know it. the thing is, he’s never felt comfortable with a sexual partner before enough to let his deepest fantasies and desires show— oral fixation, his occasional need to be more subby, to be taken care of, or his affinity for a more intimate encounter. i’m talking eye contact and dropping all his weight on you and whispering “i love you”’s and cockwarming, choking, non-sexual nudity, etc. so when he finds the love of his life? his sweet girl? his honey? those desires only heighten. your stevie tries to keep them under wraps in the beginning, but you can see there’s something more he wants. it takes a little while and a lot of reassurance, a lot of intimate and genuine and honest talks, but stevie starts to let go. starts to ask for what he wants. starts to drop all of his walls.

that means his oral fixation becomes apparent, so you get used to waking up with his lips suckling on your nipple, even if he’s asleep. you start putting your fingers in his mouth when he gets extra whiney. you let stevie play with your boobs whenever he wants. and he completely lets go of his fears and his doubts and his embarrassment (even if he still gets blushy and flustered when he wants to mouth at your tits), “enjoyin’ yourself?” you’d tease him and he’d only nod, not wanting to stop sucking. having a hand, or his mouth, on your boobs becomes a source of so much comfort and peace that it fills him with joy to know he finally found his person.

safety and comfort and intimacy are all steve has ever wanted, and he found it with you.

♡

# steve harrington

[cerisereids]

i think we all know now that steve harrington’s love language is acts of service. so, when he accidentally stumbles upon your sephora wish list, he’s out half his paycheck by the time he’s done scrolling through the whole thing.

you’d been scrolling the site on your laptop just moments before, having gotten up to get some water. steve meanders himself over to your open laptop, eyes scanning the electronic items. you must have had at least 100 different pretty times saved to this list. he sees lip glosses, lip liners, lip oils (he still doesn’t quite understand the difference between the three), foundations, and various colorful palettes that overwhelm him. he knows enough about your makeup routine, having seen you perform it so many times for his adoring eyes. looking at your plentiful list, though, he doesn’t quite understand how highlight is different than blush, and what possible occasion could prompt wishing for hot pink eyeshadow. his heart hurts, though, to see how much his baby’s been wanting, knowing you don’t treat yourself nearly enough to these things. he simply thinks you should have everything you’ve ever wanted in the entire universe. the fact that he could’ve been buying you these things this whole time doesn’t sit right with him, not when he can spoil you as much as he wants. it makes his chest puff up when he sees you sitting pretty in a cute little outfit he bought you, or when your eyes sparkle after getting a manicure he treated you with. he’s proud to provide for his girl. he allows you the financial independence you need, and he knows you could buy these things for yourself if you wanted to. but it warms his heart to be able to take that load off of you, to shower you in nice things just because he loves you.

your now full water bottle announces your return, ice rattling against the stainless steel as you walk. he doesn’t look up, though. he feels you slither under his one arm, wrapping yourself around him like a koala. he holds you to him with one big hand, pressing kisses to your cheek, eyes never leaving the screen as he presses ‘add to cart’ on nearly every item.

‘what’re you doing over here, big guy?” you croon, knowing exactly what he’s doing.

big guy. that name, as well as your long nails (that he also paid for) scratching the hair at the nape of his neck, makes him shudder. he feels your breath tickle his skin as you huff out a sweet chuckle.

“you’re a brat,” he mutters, “y’know you’re gonna get everything you want from me, hm? ‘s that why you hid this list from me for so long? can’t handle it when i spoil you the way you deserve, huh baby?” he punctures his question with a wet, sloppy kiss.

“i can handle it,” your whisper fans gently across his face, a breathless, “thank you, thank you,” escapes your lips as you press a gentle kiss to his neck, your chin resting against his shoulder and your arms clinging to his neck like a lifeline. “too good to me,” you mutter under your breath. steve catches it, though. he always does.

“none of that,” he says between gentle kisses all over your face and neck, “i want to. let me.” he’s only satisfied when he feels you nod against him, squeezing him tighter, prompting a sweet “i love you” to tumble past his lips.

“i love you more,” he can hear the grateful tears in your voice.

“not possible,” he presses one last kiss to your lips before regretfully unwrapping you from him. “i need to go get my credit card,” one more kiss, “i’m buying everything on the list,” one more kiss before he jogs away, cheeks hurting from his wide smile.

[wroteclassicaly]

Steve Harrington pounding you into the mattress while Glenn Frey’s ‘You Belong To The City’ plays in the background…

~*~

The faded blue of the music video on the television set, that casts light in the darkness of his bedroom.

“Fuck. Yeah, honey. Come on and take my big cock like a good girl.”

Your head is falling to the side, Steve’s messy strands tickling your forehead on every rough movement, nose nudging your cheek, sometimes your eyelashes, your limbs lathered in slippery sweat, the kind of perspiration that’ll stay heavy on your skin, not long after he’s spent and lighting his first post-sex cigarette, making you want to slide down between his legs and take up a permanent residence. His gold chain slaps at your heaving bosom, stubble bitten jaw nicking your jugular as he leaves his claim behind. His big palms are all over you, squeezing and pinching. Is this how you go out? So out of it and full of his massive size, that you can’t tell where he begins and you end. Only knowing that your mouths meet every other minute to share panting breaths and weak kisses that are just grazes of swollen lips.

His hairy knees ram into the backs of your thighs, dull balls pressing, he’s driving you further up the mattress on every single thrust, his hands reaching to pin yours beside your head. “Pussy is so fucking creamy, you should be ashamed of yourself for being this wet and ruining my brand new sheets.”

You watch his bushy chest drag your breasts and stimulate your nipples until your toes are curling, legs spreading impossibly wider. He’s encouraging further. “You tryna take me deeper? Holy shit, honey. You’re my little slut, aren’t you?”

A saxophone background track and sex with Steve Harrington should not be legal to indulge in at the sametime. Hell, you’d break every law, even if it wasn’t.

[princekeerys]

this blue jacket is absolute blueprint and every time i see him wearing it i get butterflies 💜🦋💐

[moremaybank]

thoughts on stevie and thigh riding?? he would be sooooo sweet and degrading lorddddd i need him

i need him in EMBARRASSING ways

"Want your cock, Stevie," you whined. "P-Please."

He chuckled, nodding at you with a playful pout as he held onto your hips. He dragged you back and forth, helping you ride his strong thigh and watching as you whimpered above him. "Yeah, know you do, honey. Bet you want it real bad. But not yet."

You let out a groan as your pussy clenched around nothing. The emptiness inside of you gave you an itch that you couldn't scratch, not without his help.

He slapped your tit, earning a yelp from you when he pinched your nipple tightly. "No whining. Behave or you won't get to cum at all."

"N-No, please. I want it," you begged. You moved faster, gyrating your hips with more forceful actions.

"Look at you. So needy and pathetic for my cock, you'll do anything I say, right? Perfect 'lil slut."

His goading words made you throb, your cunt growing more sensitive and making your pleasure skyrocket. Every rut of your hips against the rough material of his jeans got you closer to your release, and your cries grew louder.

Steve smiled up at you, watching your eyes clench shut as your hands squeezed his shoulders. He could feel you pulsating, squeezing, and he grabbed you, forcing you to stop. You mewled, mourning the loss of your orgasm as your eyes opened. His wicked smile told you all you needed to know; you weren't going to get your way for a while.

"Steve-"

"Ah, ah," he tutted, pressing his index finger to your lips. "No complaints, baby. You know who's in charge here. If you wanna cum, you're gonna do exactly as I say."

concepts ; concepts (ii)

[inkluvs]

i asked wrong 😭

mid july - “one muse gives the other oral while they drive” with steve?

nonnie baby i’m gen so sorry this took so long i forgot i had this in my drafts </3 tw: smut (18+)

steve harrington x reader

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Steve’s knuckles were white on the steering wheel, his jaw tight as you pressed your lips against his cock. It wasn’t often he let you do this, caring too much about driving safely to let you hinder his capabilities temporarily, but, god, if he didn’t enjoy himself when you do.

Your eyes were shut as you leaned over the center console, enjoying yourself just as much as he was. Steve thought you were the prettiest thing he’d ever seen. Your tongue darted out to trail over a vein on the underside of him and he whined, a strangled noise as he tried to find the nearest exit.

“Stop fuckin’ teasin’ babe,” His fingers tangled themselves into your hair strands, the heel of his palm on the wheel.

“Wouldn’t wanna distract you, now, would I?” Your eyes were wide, faux-innocence coating your tone.

“I swear,” he cursed, his voice high and pretty as his hips lifted off the seat. “You’re tryin’ to kill me.”

“You tellin’ me to stop, Harrington?” You wrapped your lips around the head at that, dragging your tongue over the slit. Your hand wrapped around the base, squeezing gently when he failed to respond.

His lips parted in a silent moan, tugging slightly at your hair.

“Shit—, never.” He groaned, low and throaty.

“Gonna sleep good tonight huh, honey? All you needed was a mouth on this cock?”

“Gonna sleep,” He paused, his eyes screwing shut, “So good. Best way to go.”

[astermath]

The touch starved prompts are making me be in my feels :') If you're still open to requests for them, can I have either "how long has it been since someone hugged or?" or "you don't need to earn my affection, not now and not ever." with Steve? Those two really hit hard for me... :')

omg i almost completely overlooked this ask i'm so sorry! the first one i answered not too long ago with this oneshot, but i'll happily write the second one!

send in some touch starved prompts! ♡

word count: 1K

You’ve been sick for two days already, and frankly, you’ve had enough.

It’s not that you feel bad for missing out on work. Seriously, you could have used a break from 10 hour shifts a long time ago already. And you don’t really have any other commitments you regret not being able to attend either.

No, Steve is taking care of you.

And it’s very conflicting.

On one hand, you love it. He’s your boyfriend, of course he takes care of you. He makes you soup, makes sure you have a blanket and a nice hot water bottle at your disposal, does everything around the house. It’s like heaven. Well, almost like heaven.

Because you can’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of guilt about it all.

It’s stupid, you know it’s stupid. You would do the exact same thing for him if he was sick.

But there’s this awful feeling gnawing away at you, making you feel like he’s slaving away for you and that you’re ungrateful, that you don’t deserve it. That he doesn’t even like taking care of you, he just pities you.

That’s why when he comes to sit down next to you on the couch, reaching out for a cuddle, you pull away.

You don’t dare to look his way. You know the expression on his face already, a mixture of confusion and hurt. Mostly confusion. You’re sick, maybe you just don’t want to make him sick as well?

“Come on, we can cuddle, right? I’ve got a strong immune system, I won’t get sick from giving my girl some attention now.” He chuckles, but you don’t give in. It’s starting to concern him now. His sweet girl, not wanting to be enveloped in his arms? Maybe your sickness has gotten to your brain, or he’s done something seriously wrong.

“Hey,” He ducks his head under a little so he can get a look at your face, but you turn away. “What’s up baby? Did I do something?”

That makes you look at him, because you can’t have him thinking your insecurities have anything to do with his actions. He’s perfect, literally the dream boyfriend. And yet you feel like he’s being too good for you right now.

Your eyes are watery, and that you cannot blame on the illness. Steve’s expression softens, and he suddenly feels a lot worse for joking around just now.

“It’s just— you’re being so nice to me, and I… I don’t know…”

“Peach… If I’m doing something wrong, you can tell me. You know that, right?”

“No, it’s— you’re not doing anything wrong, it’s just—“ you sigh, sniffling a little. “Feel like I don’t deserve this.” you pause, eyes quickly darting his way and back. “Like I don’t deserve you.”

Steve’s facial expression contorts into one of worry and confusion in a matter of seconds. “Oh, baby… C’mere.”

He reaches out, wrapping a strong arm around your shoulders and pulling you flush to his chest. The warm scent of his cologne overtakes your senses, and you can’t help but feel comforted by it. His large hand rubs over your back, gently, soothingly, and he presses a kiss to the crown of your head.

“Y’know, sometimes I feel like I don’t deserve you.” He mumbles against your hair.

You scoff; why would the Steve Harrington ever feel that way?

“Seriously, like,” he leans back a little, still holding you, “I used to be such an asshole. And you knew me back then, you’ve seen me during my worst times, when my ego was bigger than Hawkins itself, and you still decided I was worth your time. The fact that you stuck with me all that time, that really does count for something.”

You close your eyes to reminisce for a moment. He’s not entirely wrong, he was an asshole, but if anyone is the living proof that a person can change, it’s Steve.

He looks down at you, eyes full of love, glad to see you're starting to come out of your insecure cloud of thoughts.

"You know, even if you're not sick, you don't have to earn my affection."

Your head peeks out of the embrace he has you in, all curled up on his lap. Your eyes are a little glassy from almost crying, and though he hates seeing you sad like this, you do look so pretty.

"Yeah?" you ask, voice a little fragile.

"Yeah," he replies, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, "not now," peck, "and not ever."

You giggle softly, returning the gesture. The kiss deepens by the second, your lips melting together in what you could only describe as "getting lost in each other". And that's exactly what you do, because while his tongue slips past your lips and your fingers slide into his hair, you forget all about the sickness you'd been so tormented by.

Your eyes open suddenly, a soft gasp erupting from you as you pull away. "Wait, no-- no, I'm sick Stevie!"

He simply chuckles in return, pulling you in again before you can protest. "So what?" he mumbles against the plushness of your lips, "if I get sick, you'll take care of me too, right?"

"Duh," the tip of your nose rubs gently over his, "I'll make you chicken noodle soup and everything."

"Good, so," he shifts your positions, laying you down gently under him, your back flat onto the couch, "a bit of kissin' won't hurt."

You grin, the pure love and affection flooding your body making you forget all about being sick. "You're impossible, Harrington."

"You love it." He leans down to peck your lips once more.

"Yeah," your arms wind around him, "you got me there."

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[strangerquinns]

8. “I’m not okay if you’re not okay.” for the angst prompts with eddie or stevie?

love everything you write, you’re v talented 🤎

Steve Harrington x Reader | 2.3k+ words

With everyone else worrying about Max, no one else seems to notice your symptoms, that you too are within Vecna's grasp.

"I'm not okay, if you're not okay" / send in a angst prompt / thank you so much anon you're so sweet!

You groaned slightly as the pulsing migraine that seemed to never leave you grew worse and worse with each passing second. Around you, everyone was gathered in the basement of the Wheeler home. Nancy sitting on the couch with Robin beside her, and the kids sitting on the floor with Max. Steve sitting on the far side in the armchair, and that left you, sitting on the floor to the side.

The glow of the television was making your headache worse. That should've been the first sign with everything that had happened in the last twelve or so hours. With everyone's, including yours, focus on Max being under Vecna's curse - it didn't occur to anyone that any of you could fall victim as well.

With the death of Chrissy and Fred - and now the threat against Max - everyone's been running on little sleep and even less food. So when you started feeling a little less than well you chopped it up to the recent events.

"Hey Nance, is it ok if I go and crash in the guest room? Not feeling too good." You spoke up, causing everyone's attention to be on you.

Steve watched with a worried look on his face as you stood up from your place on the floor.

"Of course," Nancy spoke, standing from the couch, prepared to lead you up to the room.

As you moved to walk past him, you felt a warmth grasp your hand gently. When you looked down you saw Steve's fingers entangled with yours.

"You ok?" He voiced, his voice laced with worry. "Want me to come with you?"

"I'm ok. Just tired, haven't really slept...given the circumstances." You let out a dry laugh, "Stay...I'll be fine."

Steve nodded his head as he gave your hand a gentle squeeze before letting go of it. He sat back in his seat and watched as you ascended the stairs and out of his sight. When he went to look back toward the television and caught something in the corner of his eye. He quickly looked to see Robin staring at him with a knowing look.

It seemed obvious to everyone in the group, but the two of you, that you and Steve were in love. You'd known each other since the first grade but it seems that in the last few years the two of you have been really close. With everything dealing with the Upside Down drawing the once childhood best friends back together.

"Don't," Steve spoke with a stern look on his face.

"What? I didn't say anything," Robin spoke with a smirk.

"You don't have to," Steve sighed leaning his elbow on the armrest, so he could rest his head on his hand.

"Can we fast forward to the part where the two of you stop making heart eyes at each other and just get together already? It's starting to get annoying." Dustin said, keeping his gaze on the movie.

Steeve's only response was lightly smacking the back of the teenager's head.

♡

You walked down the hallways of the Creel House with the floorboards beneath your feet seeming to creak with each step. The house was so dusty that you were sure the air was 85% dust and nothing else. With spiderwebs dangling from nearly every corner and railing. Ahead of you, a little was Dustin and Steve, with the younger one sweeping the flashlight against the floor to light up the path.

"So what exactly are we looking for?" You asked, slowly walking along the walls as you peeked at the photos hanging on the wall. Some so sun-bleached you couldn't make anything out.

"Anything that screams Upside Down. Or Vecna-y" Dustin answered

"I don't think anyone of us knows what is Vecna-y besides Max," You spoke up as you moved to catch up with them.

"Anything out of place." Dustin sounded annoyed, rolling his eyes.

He continued down the hallway as you and Steve fell into step beside each other.

"God, the older he gets the more asshole he becomes," You laughed

"You're telling me. His ego is becoming unbearable." Steve shook his head.

He looked down at you and watched you for a moment. It was hard for him to not noticed the dark bags under your eyes when you came down from the guest room that morning. You looked more tired than when you went to bed.

"How are you feeling?" Steve asked, causing you to turn to him with a confused look. "You said last night you weren't ok...and you seemed a little worse for wear this morning."

You pursed your lips slightly, flashes of your nightmares coming back to you.

"Just a rough night's sleep. Worrying about Max...worrying about Eddie...really thought all this stuff was behind us. You know?"

Steve nodded his head "Yeah, I know what you mean."

As the two of you passed a bedroom you started hearing the tick...tick...tick of a grandfather clock. You stopped for a moment and looked into the room to see a large clock standing in the middle of the room. You were confused at its placement, especially since it was a replica of the one down in the main entrance.

"Steve, you see this?"

You turned toward your friend but were welcomed to an empty hallway. The ticking got louder before it stopped and instead began to chime. It was so loud that it made you jump back slightly. But when you looked into the room it was gone...and instead in front of you looked like your old living room.

Sitting on the couch was your mother, her head in her hands, as she sobbed. But something about her cries sounded off. Your heart dropped into the pit of your stomach as you stepped forward hesitantly.

"Mom?" You called out "Mom? What's wrong?"

She continued to cry and seemed to be ignoring you.

"He left us. He left us...." She cried

You walked a little closer. "Mom? W-Who left?'

"...All because of you..."

"Momma, you're scaring me," You spoke as you reached down to gently grab her shoulder.

"It's your fault he left! It's your fault he left us!" Your mother snapped up and started screaming at you, scaring you enough to cause you to fall back against the floor. "It's your fault your father left! Your fault!"

♡

"...and couldn't understand why he couldn't just have returned you know? I mean how many times do we have to call before he finally just does it?" Steve spoke, telling a story about a customer at work.

But when you did respond that was finally when he noticed that you weren't beside him. Steve looked around confused when he didn't immediately see you. But when he turned back to the end of the hall, he saw you, standing in the middle of a doorway.

"You find something?" Steve called out, moving back down the hallway toward you. When you didn't respond he called out your name, posing it more like a question. "Come on dude..."

When he got closer to you, Steve was able to notice and realize that something was wrong. Goosebumps broke out across his skin as an unsettling feeling started to fill his gut. He called out your name again, this time more timid and scared.

"This isn't funny," Steve took the last few steps and moved to stand in front of you.

His worst fears came true as he looked to see you deep within Vecna's curse. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head with them fluttering quickly, only showing the whites of your eyes. Your head was tilted back slightly with your entire body stiff and rigid in place.

"Y/N! Y/N!" Steve called out, placing his hands on your shoulders and shaking you. Deep down he knew that wasn't going to do anything, but the desperate feeling coming over him was enough to make him sick. "Don't do this to me, god, please!"

The desperate screams of Steve calling your name echoed through the old home like a nightmare. Everyone quickly raced to the two of you. They all came up the stairs to see Steve shaking and patting your shoulders and arms frantically as he called your name. The panic was obvious in both his voice and all over his face. His brown eyes were wide with fear as tears quickly began to fill them.

"What happened!?" Nancy asked the moment she got to the two of you.

"I-I don't know...one more moment we're talking and the next she's like this..." Steve stepped back, panting and running his fingers through his hair. "...I don't even know how long she's been like this...I-I didn't notice she wasn't beside me anymore."

"Does anyone know her favorite song!?" Robin spoke, quickly joining in Steve's panic.

For a moment Steve's thoughts became a little clear at the mention of a song.

"Center console of my car, Blondie tape...go now!" Steve shouted toward Lucas and Dustin.

The two of them scrambled before quickly turning back down the hall and out of the house.

"Max, we might need to pause Kate Bush for a moment," Nancy spoke

"Of course," The girl spoke, quickly turning off her Walkman.

It felt like forever, but it was only a few minutes before Dustin and Lucas came racing back up the stairs. With every minute they were gone Steve thought for sure he was going to pass out. But the moment the Blondie tape was placed in his hands, he worked quickly and placed the headphones on your ears.

But the moment they slipped onto ears, your feet began to rise from the ground, as you lifted into the ground. Everyone froze for a moment as they watched you rise with your eyes fluttering more violently.

"Fuck, fuck, no!" Steve screamed, slamming the walkman shut and quickly searching for your song. "Come on baby, come on...don't do this to me..."

Steve didn't care that he was openly crying.

His only focus was on you.

Praying to whatever god that listened that you wouldn't be taken away from him.

♡

"...I am here to end your pain," Vecna spoke as he loomed over you. His monstrous features became more haunting from the shadows that crossed over his face.

You quickly shook your head as you tried to run from him, but soon felt something wrap around your ankle. You were barely able to catch yourself before your body was propelled down to the floor. Another vine see wrapped around your wrists and you were lifted up in front of him - Vecna. You cried uncontrollably as you faced him.

"Please...please...I-I don't want to...d-die...please..." You begged with tears falling down your cheeks.

"Let me end your suffering," Vecna spoke before his large hand came and began to hover over your face.

You remembered listening to Max as she told of her experience with Vecna and the fear that came over her.

It's enough to make you sick, twisting your insides with the deep fear that you are going to die. It's like acid moving through your veins.

Buy soon a song began to echo everywhere around you.

Follow by voices.

"Don't leave me, baby, please, please...I love you...please..."

♡

A large gasp left your lips like your lungs weren't able to breathe the entire time you were under, along with your body falling. You let out a scream of surprise as you felt the free fall take over your body. A pair of arms wrapped around you tightly and pulled you into their chest, acting as your cushion as you fell. You let out uncontrollable sobs that came from you the moment your brain was able to register that you were safe.

You saw the relief on each of your friend's faces along with a few crying. Robin turns to find comfort in Nancy and Max doing the same with Lucas. In your ears, you could hear the vocals of Pat Benatar in your ears. Your hand reached up and pulled the headphones off as you relaxed into someone's chest.

"I've got you...I've got you...." Steve whispered softly in your ears. "You're safe."

You turned around in his arms and nuzzled your face into his neck and continued to cry. You hadn't felt this safe in a long time, resting in Steve's arms. But that acidic fear Max talked about still lingered slightly.

♡

The sound of the bedroom door opening caught your attention. When you looked up you saw Steve sheepishly standing in the doorway. After Creel House, everyone gathered at Steve's home. His parents were gone on another trip, so the Harrington house became everyone's safe haven. You'd even gone and got Eddie from the boat house so he could shower and sleep on a real bed.

"I-I wanted to come and check on you...see how you were doing," Steve spoke, his voice holding a bit of nerve.

"I-I'm ok..." Your voice was still hoarse from the crying and screaming of earlier. "A-Are you ok?"

Steve hesitated for a moment before walking further into the room and closing the door behind him. You watched as he moved to sit on the edge of the bed beside you. His hand reached out and gently grabbed yours as he looked down at you. Steve's face was pinched with worry and you could still see the fear swimming in his brown eyes.

"No, damnnit." He frantically spoke "I’m not okay if you’re not okay. Do you not realize how much you mean to me? God...for a second I had to think what it would be like in a world without you because I thought for sure he'd..." Steve couldn't finish the sentence, "I can't lose you."

"I'm ok for now," You spoke softly, "I-I didn't know what was happening either, I promise, Steve..."

"I believe you, hey, hey" Steve caressed your face as he noticed the panic you were starting to send yourself into. "I believe you."

You moved to wrap your arms around him, once again needing the comfort of his arms. Your face nuzzled into his neck and let his scent surround you. It was his musky cologne, laundry detergent with a hint of his body wash. The scene was purely Steve and was the only thing to make the fear go away.

"I heard you...you know..." You spoke up, voice slightly muffled by his neck. "When I was under...I heard you."

Steve nervously laughed "Did you?"

You pulled back to stare up at him, so he could see and sincerity and severity of your words. "I love you too, Steve."

A smile tugged on the corner of his lips, as his body seemed to relax slightly. Steve moved quickly caressing your face before bending down and kissing you deeply. His lips molded perfectly around yours as they moved in sync.

Steve pulled back and pressed his forehead against yours. "I'm not letting anything happen to you. Never again."

[venuslore]

whenever you visit steve at family video, more times than not, you're leaving with your guts rearranged and your pussy fed. he gets so easily bored working the morning shift, especially on week days, that he practically begs you to come in and keep him company. but you know just as much as he does that you're going to end up in the back room with your underwear around your ankles and steve buried so deep in you that you're going to have shaky legs for the rest of the day ᰔ

[ghostlyfleur]

hiii idk if ur taking requests rn, but i’ve been thinking heavilyyy about steve harrington walking into his innocent!best friends room to find her fucking herself w her hairbrush and i feel like you’d do that story justice <3

18+ mdni. smut.

steve’s always thought about his sweet best friend in less than innocent scenarios, but actually seeing it happen? he couldn’t breathe, his cock was suffocating in his tight jeans, his palm started to sweat, and he couldn’t help but let a groan come out. quite loudly.

because there you were, his innocent angel, clearly trying to ease one of your hairbrushes into your wet cunt. steve immediately thought of how small the handle was compared to his cock, and how you’d whine and whimper and moan and grab at him once he started fucking you, ‘cause you were clearly struggling with the brush and steve couldn’t imagine how tight you’d be if that little thing was a challenge for you.

but your eyes snapped his way once he let his needy noise leave his lips, trying to understand if you were still only daydreaming about your best friend while you touched yourself and if he was really there, watching you, and your hands stopped with a surprised look on your face once you realized that yes, he was there. squeezing at his cock over his pants. your lips parted, still breathing heavily and eyes wide. steve could see you retreating into yourself, a second away from hiding from him, but your eyes dropped to the bulge in his pants and how big it looks, and you moaned. you fucking moaned and he couldn’t help but step in your bedroom, and like your brain finally caught up to you, you threw the brush to the floor and put a pillow over your lap, ready to apologize, “‘s okay, sweet girl. d’you want help with that? hm? lemme take care of my girl, yeah?”

you nodded.

♡

# steve harrington daydreams

[harrywavycurly]

I could use some comfort and was seeing if I could get something with life with steddie? Thank you Sarah 💓

Hiii babes!! I hope these conversations bring you some comfort!!💖

-find all things Life with Steve and Eddie here✨

“What the fuck is all this for Harrington?” “She called us because she’s stressed and…baths are..relaxing or whatever.” “So this is all for…a bath? This looks like salt Steve…did you just grab this from your kitchen this morning?” “They are bath salts you idiot…what did you bring for her?” “Chocolate.” “Chocolate? That’s it?” “Yeah? I’m also going to offer one of my world famous-” “foot massages? So candy and a foot rub?” “Yeah she loves candy and who doesn’t like their feet rubbed?” “Let’s just get over there and help her feel better…stop eating the fucking candy you asshole.” “Relax Stevie…I packed extra for us.” “Smart thinking…”

“What do you need from us?” “Yeah do you need? Maybe some cuddles?” “Want Eddie to read to you in those stupid voices he does?” “Stupid? You said you loved my hobbit voices…” “focus Munson…now what’s wrong?” “I’m just…having a bad day.” “Well scoot over princess…a bad day calls for some trashy television and some cuddles.” “Can I get some popcorn to go with these cuddles and trashy tv?” “Of course…you heard her Steve go make us some popcorn.” “You’re so annoying…but fine…I’m not gonna be stuck being the little spoon again am I?” “If you hurry I’ll let you be the big spoon…”

“So…what color goes best with my hair? I’m thinking green.” “Green? Why would green go good with your hair Munson?” “I’m not asking you Steven…I’m asking her…I trust her opinion.” “I think green is…a choice…not a bad one but also not…a good one.” “What does that even mean?” “Don’t be rude Eddie this is her beauty shop just…let her pick your nail color.” “Right…sorry so uhm…what color for my hands?” “Will you let me do black with silver glitter?” “Okay…but then what color for my toes?” “They have to match…duh.” “Don’t duh me Harrington sometimes they don’t have to match.” “They always have to match Munson don’t be dumb.” “How about green for the toes since you clearly like it.” “Okay…with or without glitter?” “Always with glitter.” “Finally…you and I agree on something Stevie!” “Stop calling me that…”

“Did she call you too?” “No I’m just here at two in the morning because I wanted to see how her house looked in the moonlight.” “A simple no would’ve been fine Eddie…you’re always so dramatic.” “What did she tell you on the phone?” “That she couldn’t sleep and wanted to have a wine and magazine party?” “She’s been watching Bridesmaids too much…she told me she couldn’t sleep and wanted lemonade….I think she’s high off her sleep meds.” “High?…off her sleep meds?” “Yeah Steve it makes you all fucked up if you take it don’t actually fall asleep…she must’ve sleep called us or something.” “So..are we going in or….not?” “Yes but just be prepared for some wacky shit to come out of her mouth okay? Just ignore it and we’ll put her to bed.” “Okay…” “Eddie! Steve! Just in time for the pool party!” “Yeah yeah..pool party…Eddie she doesn’t have a fucking pool…” “Just go with it…soooo sweetheart wanna show me the outfit you picked for the party?” “Yes yes come on let me show you it’s in my room.” “Oh wow…this bed is so…soft come feel how soft this bed is Munson.” “Soft? Let me feel!” “Yeah go ahead…soft isn’t it? Makes you wanna just…climb in it huh?…isn’t it nice Eddie?” “Yeah it’s very soft Steve…isn’t it princess?” “It’s…very…soft…soft.” “She’s repeating things…is that normal?” “Yeah look she’s-” “I’m gonna miss the party…” “that’s okay we can have it another day.” “Another day…yeah…another day.” “Sweet dreams…let’s go Steve she’s gonna sleep for a while.” “Okay…maybe we should sleep over just in case she sleep walks and tries to swim in the bathtub or something?” “If you wanna have a sleepover Stevie then just ask.” “Why am I friends with you?”

[wroteclassicaly]

Just thinking about looking down and seeing Steve’s massively big hand moving beneath your underwear, knuckles trapped beneath the sopping fabric.

“Fuck, honey. So good and wet for me. Can you cry a little?”

[princekeerys]

my fav soft and sweet steve thought is just him looking after his drunk girlfriend💗

maybe he’s not drinking bcos he’s driving and he’s just taking care of her🥺🩷

i want him so bad.

i don’t drink but omg yes he’d be the absolute sweetest w you 🥺 having a gentle hand on u at all times, making sure you drink plenty of water even though “water tastes like nothing, i like this stuff”, telling steve that you feel like you’re gonna be sick and him sitting beside you and holding your hand the entire time )):

[moremaybank]

can u give us a Steve thot 😝

i'm in a sub!steve mood so here we go <3 i also haven't written for steve in a really long time so my bad if i'm rusty (18+, mdni)

Your hand is wrapped firmly around the girth of Steve's cock. You've been stroking him for almost an hour without letting him cum, enjoying the way his hips jerk and how he writhes around beneath you as you deny him of what he really wants.

"Mm, so pretty, Stevie," you whisper in his ear, praising him and nearly sending him into a coma.

His cock is angry and red, with copious amounts of his pre-cum continuously oozing out from his tip. It's begging for release as it twitches in your hold.

"I can feel how bad you wanna cum. You gonna beg me for it?"

Steve nods furiously, unable to muster of the strength to do anything else. His eyes are screwed shut so hard he thinks they'll pop. His hair's beyond messy, some front strands sticking to his sweat-ridden forehead. His mouth is wide open, practically drooling as he lets you have complete control over him.

"Words, baby. need to hear it," you coo softly. "Be a good boy for me, i know you can do it."

He's so sensitive, that when your thumb swipes over his slit, he cries out.

"P-Please, honey. Let me cum. I-I need it," he stutters out with a shaky voice.

"Yeah? How bad?"

You give him a squeeze, and his legs squirm around like he can't take it anymore.

"Christ, so f-fucking bad, sweetheart."

You climb off his lap and sink to your knees in front of him. You begin to stroke him harder, faster, as you reward him for being so good for you.

A string of curse words and broken cries tumble past his lips, only growing louder when you tease his balls with the seam of your lips.

They're so tight that you can tell he's about to burst.

You take turns as you bring each one into your mouth, sucking and swirling your tongue around on them. You look up at his gorgeous face through your lashes, watching his head fall back. He doesn't know what to do with his hands, so he braces them on either side of his chair, gripping the wood so hard that his knuckles turn white.

"Shit, honey. I'm gonna— Oh, fuck."

His release shoots out of him, coating your fist and his abdomen in white. Tears are slipping down his heated and reddened cheeks and his body is trembling as he cums, and cums, and cums. You don't let up. Instead, you keep up your efforts to watch him ride his high out for as long as he can.

His body goes limp in his seat, and he pants as you lick your fingers clean and move onto his stomach. The salty goodness is addicting, and you only crave for more.

"Good job, Stevie," you smile as you rise back onto your feet. You press a soft, wet kiss to his lips, and you taste his tears. "Now I want you to do it all over again."

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[starksbabie]

Movie and Pizza valentine’s date night with boyfriend Steve 💖