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[gaptoothedjoe]

𝙡𝙞𝙡𝙮 — 19, fanfic writer & reader, chronic angst consumer, she/her, bi, clikkie ⊬.

i love all things cozy btw but i also love the summer

check out my masterlist <3

—> i mainly write for the characters and actors of steve harrington and eddie munson, but i also wouldn’t mind a request for robin buckley.

divider @kodaswrld

[gaptoothedjoe]

give me ideas !! joe keery, steve harrington, eddie munson

anything will be appreciated, just drop your requests or ideas in the comments <3

writers block is biting me in the ass.

[gaptoothedjoe]

joe keery masterlist

oneshots :

birth — your experience of giving birth with your husband Joe by your side. (fluff)

ordering in — running late to your first date with Joe results in him finding out a rather inconvenient secret about you… (fluff)

[gaptoothedjoe]

steve harrington masterlist

oneshots :

competition — part one / part two — steve finds your vibrators… (smut)

drabbles :

each and every single one — kissing the moles on steve’s back while he sleeps. (fluff)

handy helper — your daughter helping steve with tools whilst he works on his other baby. (fluff)

[gaptoothedjoe]

steddie masterlist

drabbles :

shaved — steve shaved his head to help eddie feel better after his dad made him shave his (angst + fluff)

paparazzi — photos of steve and eddie leak (fluff)

[aurorairi]

ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ

Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

࿓ Summary: You finally convince Steve to let you take care of his needs first. Based off of this request :)

࿓ CW: MDNI!, 18+, Smut, all porn no real plot, oral (M!receiving), loud!Steve, handjob, blowjob, all the jobs, swallowing, spitting, sub?Steve, Steve loses his mind, Steve is transported to another planet

࿓ A/N: guys... first time writing about a blowjob... don't come at me if it sucks (pun intended)

࿓ WC: 2k

࿓ Song Inspo: ↻ ◁ |Need To Know by Doja Cat| ▷ ↺

“Shit- careful” Steve steadied you as you stumbled over your legs in your hurry to get him to the bedroom. The heat between your legs had been killing you at hours, the dim lighting of the bar, the hazy second hand smoke, and your boyfriend looking entirely too delectable. 

You hadn’t been able to take your eyes off him the entire night. You had no issue standing against the wall while he spoke to some old friends. Gave you the perfect view of him. His toned body, the sweet moles you dreamt about kissing, the bob of his adams apple everytime he swallowed, the way the waistband of his boxers peaked out from his jeans every time he gestured grandly, and god those fucking jeans. They were a literal walking temptation, it was sinful the things those jeans made you think of. But could anyone really blame you? Fuck no. 

The way the denim clung to his thighs and ass had you quietly squeezing your thighs together. It seemed they had shrunk ever so slightly since his last wear, gripping onto his skin and pulled taut at his crotch. The tightness combined with the lighting, combined with the fact that your boyfriend was hung had you ogling at the subtle imprint of his dick against the medium wash jeans. 

It was fucking criminal how good he looked, and it was almost concerning how badly you wanted to pull him from his conversation and shove him in some closet and take him in your mouth. In fact, you had been imagining finally getting your mouth around him for a while. But Steve, ever doting and caring Steve, had always insisted on taking care of you and your needs first. And by the time the two of you were done, neither had any energy left for you to suck his dick let alone even give him a quick handjob. It was sweet, how much he cared about your satisfaction, but holy shit were you eager to give him some of that same kind of love. 

When Steve had returned to your side, eyeing you up and down, taking in the way you were biting eagerly at your bottom lip and the way your thighs were clenched tightly together, he knew it was time to get the hell out of the bar. The minute you were seated in the car his hand went to your thigh, subtly trying to slide it higher. You carefully kept his touch lower, a quiet hint that things tonight would be different.

When you had officially arrived back at his house, you had all but essentially climbed over the console and followed him out of the car. There was no need to waste time having him open up your door. He laughed and helped you out, before his laugh was quickly swallowed by your lips on his. He placed his hands on your hips, holding you against him.

You could feel the tight tent in his pants, and all you could think about was how uncomfortable his dick was trapped inside those tight little jeans. You wrapped a finger around his belt loop and all but pulled him inside behind you. You tugged on his loop, causing him to stumble slightly after you. You turned then, grabbing his shoulders roughly as his body tumbled into yours. He smiled, a surprised laugh filling the air. 

“Easy now, baby.”

Your fingers splayed out on the warm skin of his stomach, just barely under his shirt, drawing a hiss at your cold touch. “Stevie, please. I wanna take care of you tonight.”

Steve stared down at your needy eyes. His cheeks burned slightly, “I dunno- that’s not really our routine-”

“Fuck the routine, I want you to feel good.” Your nails dug into his skin carefully. 

“I always feel good, though.” He carefully took your hands in his.

You gently slipped your hands from his, pushing him against the wall with a soft thud. “I want tonight to be better than good, Steve. I want tonight to open your eyes to a whole new realm of possibilities. Baby, when was the last time someone took care of you first?”

Heat crept up the back of his neck, “I dunno- like early high school?”

“Jesus, that was over 5 years ago, Steve. I promise it’s better than you remember. I really want to do this for you, baby.” You carefully smoothed over his shirt, lips brushing over the skin of his neck.

His fingers dug into your hips and he licked his lips carefully. Steve wasn't used to this: someone actually wanting to care for his needs. He swallowed hard before giving you a short nod. “Okay- yeah I would like that.”

You smiled immediately, pressing sweet kisses to his collar bone, your hands sliding down his chest. “M’gonna take such good care of you baby. Treat you right, show you just how much I love you.” Steve felt his skin light on fire as your hot breath fanned across his skin and your hands traveled lower. His breath caught violently the moment your palm met the brutally tight tent in his pants. You moan against his neck as you palmed his imprint. “Couldn’t take my eyes off you the whole night, Stevie. You looked so good, all I wanted to do was drop to my knees for you.”

Steve let out a strangled noise, his senses already on fire just from your words. His chest heaved as your fingers expertly pulled his belt from the loops of his pants, letting it clatter on the floor. “Fuck- oh god, you-” his voice was strained, the sound catching in his throat. 

You pulled your face away from his neck, eyes lit up like stars. You quickly unzipped his pants, carefully tugging them down. You followed, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips before sinking onto your knees in front of him. The sight of his length straining against his cotton underwear had your mouth watering. Carefully, you pressed a long kiss to the outline, pulling a loud groan from Steve.

He watched you, eyes unable to truly conceive the fact that you actually looked eager. “Y-ou sure you wanna do this?”

You nodded, licking your lips, “I can take it.” Your hands carefully gripped his thighs as you cast a look up at him.

The sight had Steve’s knees already weak: you on your knees in front of him, giving him that sweet look mixed with love and desire. He watched as your fingers slowly curled under the band of his boxers and tugged them down to meet with his jeans. 

His dick sprang up, carefully slapping his stomach. You stood tall on your knees, eyeing his length and girth as your hands slowly moved up his thighs. He let out a shutter as your hand gently wrapped around his base, his dick twitching ever so slightly. You bit your lip before carefully licking away the drops of pre-cum that had leaked from his tip. 

Steve leaned heavy against the wall, his hands coming up to his head “Oh-fuck- that feels-”

You smiled and licked a long strip down the underside of his length before looking up at him with hooded eyes, “feels good?”

He gave you a strangled sound of agreement, his head tipping back against the wall. You carefully spit into your hand, giving him a few slow strokes before the main course. You reveled in the way his thigh muscles twitched under your free hand. Your thumb carefully rubbed over his tip in slow circles before letting your hand slide back down his entire length. “Steve, baby?”

He squeezed his eyes shut, breath already a mess. “Mhm?”

“I want you to watch me. Watch me show you what you have to look forward to from now on.”

He carefully opened his eyes, peering down at you. You smiled more, pressing a wet kiss to his thigh before letting your tongue twist against his twitch tip. Steve let out a guttural moan, hips bucking closer to your face. You carefully took him into your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks as you slid down his cock. Your tongue slid against his veins, saliva coating his cock as you took him deeper. 

Steve could see stars littering his periphery, the only clear thing he could focus on was you and your mouth. His fingers threaded through his hair, his back pushing hard against the wall. He groaned low as you pulled back, your wet lips sliding against his dick. “Faster- fuck, faster”

You listened, moaning carefully around him before picking up your pace. Your mouth sank lower, your tongue running circles and swirls against him. His hips eagerly bucked into your mouth, sending himself deeper into your warm mouth. Your hands squeezed at his thighs before coming up to aid your mouth. Your hollowed cheeks slid back and forth, your hands eagerly stroking the length that you couldn’t quite reach without gagging. The sound of his groans and whimpers fueled your mouth. Your tongue swirled around his aching tip every time you moved back up his cock, pulling sweet needy whimpers from his throat. 

Steve felt like his mind was melting, the waves of pleasure washing over him were knocking him further and further under the surface. He swallowed hard, his mouth dry from hanging open. His entire body felt like there were bolts of lightning running through his veins. His mind was foggy, the only thing breaking through was you and that perfect mouth. Steve tried many times to form sentences, but they only fell out as incoherent whimpers and moans.

Steve pulled at his own hair, chest heaving. You pulled away with a careful pop, licking your lips as you looked up at him. “Fist my hair, Stevie. Go on, fuck my mouth the way I know you want to. I told you, I can take it.” 

The small encouragement was all Steve needed, his hand came down to the back of your head. He pushed your head forward, his dick slamming to the back of your throat with so much force you had to steady yourself against his thighs. His hips met your mouth, stuttering forward and back eagerly. You met him with the same eagerness, cheeks hollowing out and taking him as deep as you couch.

You felt his cock twitch violently against your mouth the harder you sucked, the faster he bucked into you. “Shit baby- m’gonna come-” His hips faltered as thick ropes of cum shot into your mouth. He slouched against the wall, a droplet of sweat falling down the side of his head as he watched you sit back on your heels. You thumbed off a drop of cum from the corner of your mouth before licking it clean and swallowing the rest. “Fucking Christ baby-” Steve felt himself fall deeper in love. You pressed one last kiss to his tip before pulling up his boxers and his jeans.

Steve watched you with wide eyes as you rebuckled his belt for him, eyes shining with visible hearts. You smiled at his lovesick stare, cupping his cheek. “So? What did ya think?”

“I think… I’ve been missing out on a lot.” He let out a breathless laugh

You laughed with him, fixing the wrinkle in his shirt. “Told ya.”

“You just rocked my world, baby.” He dipped his head, catching your lips. He could still vaguely taste himself on your lips, the taste making his brain fry in real time. 

You pulled away with a smirk. “Come on, loverboy. I wanna shower and get your sweet ass in the bed.” You playfully slapped his ass.

He smirked and lifted you up with ease, tossing you over his shoulder. You let it happen, smiling and letting your arm rest against his back and prop up your head. “Oh you’re not getting away so easily, missy. We’re in for a long night.” 

You smiled happily, as he carried you to your shared bedroom. “Hey, no complaints here.”

[gaptoothedjoe]

Steve not having motivation to work out so you suggest your baby girl be his motivator, his mentor.

So now every time he needs to do push ups, he settles his daughter on her play mat and kisses her face every time he bends down during the push ups, making the baby giggle and reach for his cheeks with her tiny hands.

That’s it. That’s the post.

[stuck-with-uu]

so i saw djo and tame at nashville night two.

currently at the airport the next morning and while i’m in line at tsa they announce over the speakers “joseph keery, please come back to TSA. you have left your passport here”

like of course he did.

[gaptoothedjoe]

Steve Harrington Ultimate Olivia Rodrigo song inspired oneshots:

divider: @uzmacchiato

SOUR :

brutal

traitor

drivers license

1 step forward, 3 steps back

deja vu

good 4 u

enough for you

happier

jealousy, jealousy

favourite crime

hope ur ok

GUTS :

all-american bitch

bad idea, right?

vampire

lacy

ballad of a homeschooled girl

making the bed

logical

get him back!

love is embarrassing

the grudge

pretty isn’t pretty

teenage dream

GUTS (spilled):

so american

a/n : there are more songs on gut spilled but i couldn’t find a way to make them into the context of steve harrington, sorry 😭 🤧

you seem pretty sad for a girl so in love:

drop dead

stupid song

honeybee

maggots for brains

u + me = <3

my way

purple

the cure

begged

what’s wrong with me

less

expectations

cigarette smoke

[gaptoothedjoe]

brutal

olivia rodrigo inspired steve harrington oneshots masterlist

God ! It’s brutal out here !

You had always thought that Steve Harrington had been so infatuated with you just because of your looks.

Not that you loved your physical appearance exactly, but who were you kidding? Boys like that only want one thing and one thing only and you’d be damned if he was interested in your personality.

Because you were polar opposites.

He partied every weekend and couldn’t remember the events of what happened said weekend once he had woken up from his drunken slumber , meanwhile you laid in your bed reading the book that you had saved up for the past few weeks with your tips from chores.

Whilst he flirted with the girlfriend that had shuffled to the front of his his awaiting queue that consisted of any girl who was dumb and desperate who lived in the sad town of Hawkins.

So to put it plainly, there was no way that it was your personality that had him so deeply interested in you.

So what on living god's earth was it about you? Because it certainly isn't the way that you know the answer to any and every question that your sympathetically exhausted teacher had to ask, no matter the class.

God, even the teacher hated your state of intelligence, half of the time, wishing that you would shut up sometimes. So how could the popular, rich boy, who lived in the big house that was full of overly expensive ornaments that had no purpose, see that as attractive or interesting?,

Little did you know that said popular, rich boy, was completely head over heels for you. Steve Harrington found something truly fascinating about the way that you effortlessly yet flawlessly managed to be so different to the girls that he had grown to be surrounded with.

Not in the way that made you that one annoying bitch who intentionally put in effort to be different, you were nothing like that and Steve knew that as a fact - maybe that was what made you so intriguing, who knows?

But in between the lines of the aced tests and your organised pencil case, Steve wanted to get to know you. Like genuinely know you.

Not in the way that would end with him in your pants, just the way that he could sit there and just analyse you as you told him your story.

His shitty friends couldn’t understand why he was so obsessed with you, let alone Steve himself having knowledge on his feelings.

But what he did know is that you are a one of a kind and Steve Harrington would never pass on such an opportunity.

So he started to slowly seep his way into your daily life, at first, subtly chiming into your study sessions in the quiet library during your free period. Until it turned into him sitting with you at lunch, talking your ear off with questions and compliments.

You couldn’t help but keep your answers intentionally and responses short as you looked around, expecting to see a pack of pairs of eyes that belonged to the friend group of the boy who sat next to you, waiting for them to walk over and tell you this was all a massive humiliating experiment to see how gullible you are.

So you just stuck to yourself.

No matter how easy the question.

No matter the urge to answer the question that pestering Steve was asking.

You couldn’t let yourself be led on just to be heartbroken.

Because you’d be damned if you were thrown into a pit of humiliated depression by Steve The Hair Harrington.

So you tried your darnest best to keep your responses physical. A shrug. A nod. A smile. A shake of the head. Anything.

But if his lining of questioning required a verbal answer, you kept it brief and monotone. But one day you snapped.

“Steve, i know what you’re doing.”, you interrupted his rambling abruptly, both sat on the bleachers that you had attempted to hide at during lunchtime to avoid your “stalker”.

“What am I doing?”, he almost repeated back at you, fuelling your annoyance further.

“You are leading me on. I know you are. Look at who you hang out with the and look at me. I am a loner. Nor am I anywhere even near the ballpark of the type of girls you date… I mean look at when you was with Nancy Wheeler!…”. Tears of frustration brimmed your eyes as you spoke.

“So you really expect me to believe that I am the type of girl that you would fall for? You wanna know what I think? I think that you ran out of girls who fell under your perfect criteria and chose to go for the girl who looked easy and naive. Well guess what?! I’m not.”

Steve couldn’t listen to your rambling any longer, his lips smashing into yours with a force that vacuum sucked you in but you didn’t even want to pull away, body flooded with shock and confusion.

He pulled away slowly, lips a now pink colour. He needed to take a breath but he also needed to explain himself to you.

“You’re right. You’re not the typical girl that I would fall for. But that’s what I love the most about you… you aren’t the type of girl that revolves your life around boys and sex. And you certainly are not Nancy Wheeler. You are so much more than that. It’s pathetic to admit but, I am pretty much fully in love with you, if you haven’t noticed.”, he admitted with a chuckle, tears brimming his own eyes with the sheer vulnerability, earning a wet chuckle and nod from you.

“I noticed.”

author yap : i know this isn’t entirely what brutal is about but i was kind of going for the concept of reader being more nerdy compared to the regular teenage girl her age, whilst sliding steve harrington in there. So if you aren’t keen on this, no worries. No harm, no foul. But if you did like it, don’t be shy to drop a comment and please like and reblog.

divider - @pixopix

[gaptoothedjoe]

might do a whole series of Olivia Rodrigo inspired Steve Harrington oneshots, so like every single one of her songs, thoughts?

[gaptoothedjoe]

Competition Pt.1 (18+)

The soft glow of your pale, to the point of near white, dainty fairy lights that surrounded the perimeter of your fluffy bed, hanging on the white, net curtains that you had put up when your parents had finally granted you access to decorate your own room.

That was five years ago but you had more important things to focus on than the minor features of your bedroom.

And said more important priorities included the things on may accompany you on the bed. Or should I say.. who may accompany you on the bed.

Yes, that’s right. There is no pillow or blanket that could compensate even close to the warmth of your beloved boyfriend. Steve Harrington.

All he had to do was lay there, watching the TV in your room and you would climb into your fluffy bed and cling to him like a koala.

And honestly? He absolutely loved it.

He would instantly wrap his arms around your body to warm you up and wouldn’t let go until you told him too. That is how you both would fall asleep most of the time. That is when he isn’t the one on top of you.

Which has happened a few too many times after some mischievous night activities. What can I say? It just makes him sleepy, understandably.

These common routine chain of events of your weekend is what brought you to now. Brushing your teeth over the sink before you could get into bed with your boyfriend.

You had chosen your matching pink satin tank top and shorts, all nice and pretty for Steve.

Spitting out your toothpaste and rinsing your mouth momentarily after giving your teeth a decent brush, in preparation to go back into bed with your lover.

Steve watched as you walked back into the room, taking note of your tired smile. Knowing that work had been suffocating for the both of you this week so it was nice to have a break for the weekend.

Settling into the comfy duvet that lay on your bed with your boyfriend already occupied in it, you watched as he gently hit the remote into his slightly calloused hand.

“Babe the remote ran out of battery, do you have any batteries in here?”, He asked sliding out the drawer that was underneath the surface of your oak bedside table.

“Wait! Don’t go in-“, you gave up effort to protest on what Steve was about to see since you had already lost as he witnessed the rather impressive collection that you carried in the drawer.

He had found your god forbidden vibrators.

A bright pigment of red flushed in your cool cheeks, heating them up in the process of this happening. You watched him mutter a small “oh…” to himself.

You had initially thought that he was upset that you had your own methods of pleasuring yourself. But it was only a substitute for when you couldn’t see each other. You hoped that he would understand that.

But all of that pondering and worrying was momentarily put to rest when he looked over his shoulder to make eye contact with you for the first time since the great uncovering.

You let out a long sigh in defeat as a familiar teasing hint on his face returned and you wanted your fluffy duvet to swallow you whole like how it would on a Monday morning when you were resisting work.

“Looks like I got quite the competition, huh?”, his comment just completely adds on to your misery and he knows it. Your hands flying to your face to hide the blush that sold how embarrassed and flustered you was but your boyfriend didn’t need to see your face to know that.

“So this is why I am forbidden from this side of the bed, huh?”, he quipped one more time before gently pulling your hands away from your burning face.

Your eyes tracked on his face as you watch him lean in and press a kiss to the corner of your lips as he tucked your soft hair behind your ear.

“Don’t be embarrassed baby…”, he soothed before adding onto his reassurance, “It’s actually kind of hot, to be honest.”, Steve admitted.

The statement made your brain short circuit…he isn’t upset? He’s… horny?!

You was soon given evidence of his claim when you felt his erection pressed up against your thing as he faced you, his mouth still hovering your lips.

The drawer full of objects that would leave your bloodline turning in their graves and repenting your sins for you, remained open but ignored.

“We will come back to that, very very soon.”, he stated in a hushed volume. It wasn’t a question, it was a promise.

A shiver ran down your spine and sparked straight into your pussy like a lustful needle slipping down your body flawlessly, injecting your bloodstream with something that restricted your mind to one thing and one thing only.

Steve. Steve. Steve.

Just in sync with your chills, like he had felt it too but instead deciding to act on it whereas you were stuck in place, your charming boyfriend smashed his slightly chapped lips against yours.

You both simultaneously groaned into each other’s mouths, swallowing the sinful noise into each other’s throats, letting your tongues dance with minds of their own. Moving together in a way that proved to both of you how much experience you both have with one another’s body, knowing every curve and dip, every hack and trick to set each other off.

Your arms found home around his neck which had been burning up alongside his face, matching yours, since you had started making out. Wrapping instinctually to pull his body impossibly closer.

A breathy moan escaped your lips whilst his moved down to the column of your throat, adding to the collection of fading hickeys he had left a few days prior. He loved marking you up, hearing your pleasured noises from the delicious pain of his teeth sinking into your skin.

“Fuck, Steve”, you breathed out at the feeling of his mouth on your skin, trying to suppress the embarrassing moans that were threatening to exit your throat.

His thick fingers began to work your silky sleep shorts that matched the tank top that exposed your now very erect nipples through its thin material, letting your boyfriend know just how much effect that he had on your body.

Tugging them down gently with care, making sure not to startle such an intimate moment between the both of you. This was when your lack of underwear became known to not just be your missing bra, but you were also lacking the white, lacy panties that Steve had fell in love with since he saw them peeking out under your skirt when you were both just friends.

But god was this so much better.

The comparison of your bare pussy or your cute panties wasn’t even close.

1. It gave him more access, so it only took one movement of the fingers to get exactly where you both wanted to start.

2. It turned him on even more to know that you were going commando the whole time, letting your slick coat your inner things as he kissed you.

3. God, does he need a third reason? Even the first one is enough.

“Steve, please”, you whined, getting frustratedly flustered at his choice of speed with the foreplay, obviously not wanting him to rush. But you just wanted him to get on with it a little quicker.

His brain read the way your body radiated with need and a heated aura that made your hips grind into his, despite his weight starting to shift so that he was on too of you, like an animal in heat.

So with all things noted in his lust-polluted brain, he started to rock his pelvis against yours, allowing you to feel the hard pressure that was his cock that was now leaking with an anticipation that he had learnt to endure with his time with you, considering your foreplay is sometimes even slower than this, but like said, you both needed it and you needed it now.

With Steve right on top of you now, his weight pushing you down into the mattress that threatened to squeak if you apply a single ounce more of pressure, but you both had bigger concerns.

Your lips met clumsily, once again, as Steve’s hands started to work your sleep shorts, actually pulling them down this time compared to his teasing antics a few minutes prior.

You had to pull back an inch from his gorgeous, plump lips to utter a gasp at the sensation of the cold air circulating your bedroom, hit your bare pussy. The juices spread on your folds added to the cooling sensation that made you squirm in your position below your handsome boyfriend, who, by the way, was staring right into your eyes with pure adoration.

He had ruled out in his mind that you didn’t deserve to wait any longer, he had been acknowledging your horny suffering, but only now deciding to act on it. So he did what he had to do.

He pulled his right hand that had been previously resting on your thigh like home, silently assigning which of his fingers were being drafted tonight. Settling on his middle and ring finger, both yours and his designated choice and got to work, delving his slightly calloused fingertips gently onto your folds. He took cautious care of how he started off his expedition of your pussy, fully aware of how sensitive you could get from being so horny.

So with that, the pads of his fingertips circles your puffy, soaked clit with a pressured intention in what he was doing, that only Steve Harrington could master.

Breathy moans started to uncontrollably leave your lips, the feeling of the friction of your heated bundle of nerves made you oh so hot.

“Fuck… S-steve more… please…”, you begged pathetically and to your pleasure, he obliged, effortlessly moving below the sheets so that he could face your bare pussy with his brown orbs for eyes.

The pornographic noise that uttered out of you when he attached his lips to your swollen clit like a magnetised jigsaw piece, put the woman that you had found in Steve’s old secret porno stash, to shame.

“O-oh m’ god, Stevie…”, you struggled the praise but managed to still let your lover know how good he was to you, “Your… your mouth..”

He let out a groan of arousal in response to your praise, the vibration of his voice against your pussy earned a high pitched squeal and a squirm that ran through your awaiting-climaxing body.

You both were unsure of how you would handle his cock if this is how responsive you are to his tongue alone… but you both always made it work before.

Steve had started to grow agitatedly impatient with his actions, his tongue getting tired. Normally his stamina wouldn’t be this short, not at all actually but his sheer neediness was enough of a reason to get antsy in his movements. But he still wanted to get you ready for his cock, his thoughts competed with one another but his tongue didn’t stop, not once. That was until a reminding thought seeped into his brain. The whole reason of your situation right now.

That reason being your handy devices that sat in your bedside drawer.

cutesy fairy lights divider credits : @thecutestgrotto

hi guys!! hope you enjoyed

i hope you guys have as much fun reading it as i did writing it because i absolutely loved this.

don’t forget to like and reblog xoxo + i would love to see some comments, let me know what you thought <3

[pvppyst3v3]

we actually have THREE instances of hung steve being mentioned (four if you squint)

we have, "don't cha big boy" for ONE

and of course, "and he goes in anyway dontcha steve"

AND how steve jumps to whip it out (out of frame😔) to piss in s3. likeeee i KNOW it's heavy lookit him!

and MAYBE the ol' "oh steve! oh steveee!" from carol in s1 along with his tight ass jeans that can't hide ANYTHING

like- i think we get it guys! we may not have had his trauma acknowledged or anything but at least we got canon bwc steve! 😭 (i mean a win is a win guys)

[jackiietaylor]

NANCY WHEELER, STEVE HARRINGTON, ROBIN BUCKLEY, & EDDIE MUNSON STRANGER THINGS 4

[gaptoothedjoe]

Each and Every Single One (drabble)

kissing the moles on his back every night like a ritual when he has his back to you, making sure not to miss a single brown speck with your plump lips.

you never did it in the lustful way or anything like that, just in the romantic way.

he would peep out a small confused grunt at the ticklish sensation on his skin.

“baby?” the groggy voice broke the silence of the love-infused shared bedroom of yours both.

“what are you doing?”

his questioning led you to believe that he didn’t like it, that he found you creepy.

“shit, i’m sorry baby if it made you uncomfortable, i’ll stop.” you automatically uttered embarrassed apologies, the heat in your cheeks quickly spread to your neck with self-humiliation.

“no-no, no… don’t stop… ‘s feels nice…”

god he was insufferable.

in the best of ways of course.

[djournal-s]

[taps mic] steve harrington cums when you say “i love you”

[whinysushi]

why does no man slap his dick against my pussy anymore before pushing it in? please knock before entering, that is just common decency

[joekeerysbellybutton]

This has me imagining Steve doing the dorkiest shit like

“Knock, knock,” as he taps his cock against you.

“Steve,” you huff, annoyed. “im not saying it, it’s so dumb.”

“C’mon baby, indulge me.” He taps again. “Knock, knock.”

You sigh, “who’s there?”

“Steve.” He rubs his head on your clit.

“Steve who?”

And then he sinks into you. “Steve’s big fucking dick.”

You just burst out laughing because he’s so ridiculous but it quickly turns into a moan as he bottoms out.

He’s lucky he makes you feel so good otherwise you wouldn’t put up with this nonsense