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pretty pretty thing 24 she/her

[cafenonie]

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I don’t have any sort of schedule when I post, but when I do post, it’s always after 10 pm for some reason. 

Right now, I’m only writing fics for one person and I don’t do requests, only if I ask for them. I usually don’t feel comfortable when I do get a request. 

If I do write any other type of fic for anyone, it will be for SEVENTEEN. 

Steve Harrington

He loves the way you make his clothes smell

Steve’s favorite body part

He must be having one of his nightmares again

[pomporri]

he's trying 💐

[cherry-delrey]

[mr-orange505]

[steveharringtonarchives-deactiv]

Hi! Are there any sleep talking steve fics or blurbs? Thank you!

hi! i couldn't find much, but i included some fics where they have a nightmares which is similar:

༘₊➳˚ talking in your sleep by @kiwicider

༘₊➳˚ worries by @alloftheimaginesblog

༘₊➳˚ nightmares by @cheneyq

༘₊➳˚ he must be having one of his nightmares again by @cafenonie

༘₊➳˚ i've got you and this request by @familyvideostevie

༘₊➳˚ steve's nightmares by @lucifersagents

as always if you have any fics that you would like to recommend feel free to leave them in the replies. if you would like to request a fic rec or you’re looking for a fic you can ask here!

[mroddmod]

'86, baby!

[steveharringtonarchives-deactiv]

hi hi do u know any r reverse fics where the reader comforts steve

here are some recommendations:

༘₊➳˚ matilda by @in-my-feels-probably

༘₊➳˚ back rubs by @hawkins-losers

༘₊➳˚ steve’s nightmare by @lucifersagents

༘₊➳˚ kiss it better by @pillow-titties

༘₊➳˚ put it into practice, part 2 by @she-is-juniper

༘₊➳˚ he must be having one of his nightmares again by @cafenonie

༘₊➳˚ come and get your love by @longlivefanfic-net

༘₊➳˚ breakups and makeups by @bellatrixscurls

༘₊➳˚ comfort by @corrodedcoffins

༘₊➳˚ nightmares by @lots-of-character-imagines

these are the ones i read recently that i found to be good. if anyone else has any other suggestions feel free to leave them in the replies!

[cafenonie]

thank u for mentioning me 🥹🫶🏼

[steveharringtonarchives-deactiv]

hi hi do u know any r reverse fics where the reader comforts steve

here are some recommendations:

༘₊➳˚ matilda by @in-my-feels-probably

༘₊➳˚ back rubs by @hawkins-losers

༘₊➳˚ steve’s nightmare by @lucifersagents

༘₊➳˚ kiss it better by @pillow-titties

༘₊➳˚ put it into practice, part 2 by @she-is-juniper

༘₊➳˚ he must be having one of his nightmares again by @cafenonie

༘₊➳˚ come and get your love by @longlivefanfic-net

༘₊➳˚ breakups and makeups by @bellatrixscurls

༘₊➳˚ comfort by @corrodedcoffins

༘₊➳˚ nightmares by @lots-of-character-imagines

these are the ones i read recently that i found to be good. if anyone else has any other suggestions feel free to leave them in the replies!

[cafenonie]

in the middle of writing a fic and i deleted it because it felt so forced. and then i did that 3 times and now im struggling for inspo

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[cafenonie]

He must be having one of his nightmares again (s.h)

quick fic because i keep thinking about steve having nightmares after all his known trauma while trying to watch the show for some reason. 

-mentions of nightmares but no other warnings, just like, a little fluff

“Steve? Steve!? Are you okay?”

You frantically sit up in bed beside Steve who’s wildly tossing and turning and you reach over, shaking his shoulder to try and wake him up. 

He continues to throw himself around until you finally stand up to meet him on the other side of the bed, kneel beside him and place your hands on the sides of his face to try to get him to wake up again. 

“Hey, Steve, wake up please.” Your hand settles on his cheek and you can feel the sweat gliding over your palm as you continue to try to wake him up, but he doesn’t budge. You reach over to turn the lamp on, as if it would help any, and you see him clearly. 

The blanket he was previously covered in had been kicked to the foot of his bed and sweat had covered the expanse of his torso. 

He must be having one of his nightmares again. This wasn’t the first time he had them, nor did it seem like it would be the last time.

Ever since Steve got himself involved with the kids and the monsters, it seemed he couldn’t get back to normal after it all ended. Steve couldn’t sleep for more than a few hours in fear of something bad happening or someone getting hurt. When he could sleep, his dreams were overtaken by the horrible things he’s come across the last few years and he would wake up in a panic. Rapid breathing, hair sticking to his forehead, body covered in sweat and shaking. It frightened you with how long he’s been dealing with this and quite frankly, you’ve had enough. 

“Steve!”

His eyes shoot open and he lays still, shaking in his spot on the bed. “God, Steve, are you okay?” You ask him as you sit yourself beside him. He slowly sits up with ragged breaths and wipes his hand down his face. “I’m sorry.” Is all he says and you stare at him with worry still prominent in your eyes. 

You hated seeing Steve like this and every time,  all you could do was hug him. 

You wrap your arms around him, pulling him into your chest and he just lets you. He lets you comfort him, soothe him, and make him feel better, safer. 

His head lay on your shoulder and he slowly starts to calm down, but he can never actually fully calm down. 

The memories of being hit and tortured underground, memories of being dragged into the Upside Down, and almost dying multiple times, seems to take a bigger toll on someone more than he thought. He would never get used to it, but he loved how you were always there with him when he had to endure it. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” You ask him quietly. He looks at you with those pretty brown eyes of his you love so much, filled with fear and worry as he pulls back from the comfort of your shoulder to look at you.

“I was getting hit and injected with things again.” He told you as he looked down at his lap. You brought your hand up to sit on his cheek once again and forced him to look at you.

“Steve, you’re okay.” You assure him. “I promise.”

“I know, but I just can’t forget about these things. It’s too hard.”

You understood that even though you ended up with him after everything. You weren’t there to witness the lives of others being taken. You weren’t there when Steve got stuck in the elevator or when the kids needed someone with them, you weren’t there when he was dragged under water, but you were there now. You were what he needed now and you did everything in your power to stay there. 

“Was it because I stopped playing with your hair?” A light laugh leaves his lips and he slowly starts to lay back down. You follow beside him and he reaches down for the blanket to cover the two of you again. “Yes actually.” He says, smiling over at you. Your head lays on his chest and the light from the lamp captures him in a breathtaking way just right. 

The sweat on his body disappears and his body temperature finally lowers again and you feel relieved. 

“I think when you play with my hair before I fall asleep, I don’t have the nightmares.” He quietly tells you as his arm wraps around you to stroke the side of your hip. A laugh leaves your lips this time and he flashes you his million dollar Steve Harrington smile. 

Your hand reaches up to tangle in the hair on the back of his head and his eyes close in pure bliss. The feeling comforts and relaxes him and he can’t help but to let out a deep sigh. Your fingers slowly stroke along his scalp and he pulls your body closer to his. If he could pull you any closer, he would. 

He completely wraps himself around you, not being able to get enough of you and you lay there, enjoying his embrace and making sure he gets a peaceful night of sleep, nightmares non-existent. 

[meetmyeternalsoul]

Oh to be a cat sleeping in a music shop

[1986harrington-deactivated20241]

Steve Harrington x fem!reader [2.5k] Saturday night make-out in your boyfriend’s car is interupted by a rogue walkie…

“Okay, seriously, I gotta go.” Your voice was barely above a whisper and entirely unconvincing as it ghosted against the warm column of Steve’s throat, his hands squeezing your hips in response as your teeth nipped at his skin with the last pull of your lips. “Not that I’m complaining,” he breathed out with a laugh, “But you’ve been saying that for the last 20 minutes.”

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[mlem0817]

Comforted kitten

[soppa-deactivated20220901]

pixy :: villain

[cafenonie]

need to figure out how to add all the info to my fics cause idk how 😵‍💫

[cafenonie]

Steve’s favorite body part

[18+]

Steve’s favorite body part of yours is definitely, one hundred percent your hands. 

He loves when you paint your nails and how you don’t always paint them the same color. He loves it, but he doesn’t tell you that. He likes to sit beside you on the floor while you have your knees bent towards your chest, your palm laying flat on one knee and the other holding the nail polish brush. He likes to watch you paint and sometimes, he’ll lean a little closer towards you to see how exactly you are painting your nails. How do you do that?

He loves the way your hand feels when you grab onto his and he visibly melts when you place it inside his or mindlessly play with his fingers. Your hands are always soft but whenever they’re cold and dry, he grabs them, brings them close to his lips and blows his warm breath onto them to warm them up for you. 

Steve loves when the two of you are kissing and your hands reach up to cup his face. Your hands hold him like he’s the most fragile thing in the world and he loves that feeling so much. When your hands trail from his face, down his chest, and below the hem of his shirt, he shivers. The feeling of your fingers tracing the skin of his stomach makes him shudder and kiss you harder. Your soft hands trail up to his chest, down his sides, and finally to his lower back to pull both of you closer together. 

Your hair tangles around his fingers when he places his hands on both sides of your head and he tilts it back to kiss you better and easier. His tongue swipes at your lips and you instantly let him in and explore your mouth without even trying to fight him. You love the way his tongue moves over any part of you and he loves the way you taste. 

Fingers continue to dance over his skin as he presses his bottom half closer to yours, making you moan into his deep kiss and your arms pull back to wrap around his shoulders. 

The feeling of kissing you and your hands leaving trails of fire over his body slowly becomes too much for him, so, he takes a step back, lips coming off of yours in a smack and he says, “Mm, baby, your hands are doing too much to me.” You look up at him, eyes filling over with a cloudy haze and you slowly put your hands back on his waist. “Baby..” He trails. An innocent look plays its way across your face as your hands get lower and lower on his body. “Steve? Is this too much?” A moan falls from his lips before his hands cover his face and he’s throwing his head slightly back. 

You watch his reaction with every new touch you give him and each one is different. Steve hums when your fingers peek just under the waistband of his pants and he sighs when you move them back out to run across his stomach. His hands finally leave his face to stare back at you and your eyes are still on his. “Please stop teasing me.” He moans with a very small, almost unnoticeable smirk on his lips that quickly fades away when your fingers reach back to his waistband and slowly dip back in, further this time. 

The skin underneath his pants is soft to the touch and moans stray from his mouth and you haven’t even actually touched him yet. 

“Are you okay, Steve?” You ask. “God, fuck, yes. Just, just keep going.” And you do.

Your hands reach his member and his head instantly falls onto your shoulder to steady himself from the contact as he becomes a moaning mess. Your fingers trail over the top of him, up and down, before you finally wrap as much of your hand around him as you can. 

“Steve, I can’t really,” “Yeah, I figured. Hang on.” He’s pulling back, undoing his belt and unzipping his pants and as soon as his zipper reaches its bottom, he's grabbing you by your fingers and slowly running them down his abdomen before connecting them with his dick once again. 

This time, your hand fully wraps around him and you start to slowly move your hand up and down. Exasperated moans start to leave his mouth at the feeling before he connects his lips to the side of your neck. Your lips part in pleasure, but you continue your slow movements on him until his hips unintentionally buck into your hand. 

You trace your thumb over his tip and his hips buck again. He was sure to leave a deep and dark bruise on your neck from how hard he kept biting and sucking with your every movement. 

Your slow movements didn’t seem to be enough for Steve as he would meet his hips with each of your strokes to try and get himself off faster, but you enjoyed moving slow and seeing his reaction. 

He always took his time when he touched you, making sure you felt good and now, you wanted to do the same to him. You wanted to watch him become the mess you made him be.

His lips pull back from your neck only to place sloppy kisses on the rest of the surface and you tilt your head back to give him better access. His hands grab your waist and quickly move over the rest of your body before finding their comfort on your ass.

Hands squeeze you and you can’t help but to keep moaning. His hands grab you just right and yours continue to work on him until his hips stutter into your hand. You can feel him getting closer while he places scattered kisses around your neck, face and over the top of your lips, but you start to take control of the kiss when he suddenly stops and you feel his dick twitch in your hand. 

Steve’s lips are slightly parted and not moving as you continue to place light kisses to them while he fully cums on your hand. You continue your strokes on him until he calms down but he won’t let you take your hand off of him just yet. 

“Can you, can you keep it there just for a second?” He asks you. You don’t know why, but you do and then all of a sudden he’s stroking himself into your hand a few times on his own and all you can do is watch him. Your thighs clench together, more than they already were, and you give him one more kiss before you pull your hand away from him and wipe whatever traces he left on the side of your pants. 

Him seeing your hands covered in his mess definitely burns into his brain and he doesn’t think he’ll ever get tired of seeing his favorite body part of yours looking prettier than ever all because of him.