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She/her. 19. British. Red nails. Retro. Sabrina Carpenter. Lana Del Rey. Girly 80s aesthetics. Moodboard connoisseur. Steve Harrington’s doll.

Accepting moodboards and short drabbles/girl talk for Steve Harrington (can be as dirty as you like just nothing disturbing or hateful) mdni please!

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When Gator Tillman made a feature in Stranger things for approximately 3 seconds

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I’m noticing more and more clearly ai generated fics. Im always too scared to call it out because I’d hate to accidentally falsely accuse someone who actually puts effort in their work.

I may take forever to post a short drabble but at least when I do, I’m happy it’s my work. If you use ai to write, you do not belong in fandom. Get out.

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UGHHH THIS IS SO HOT U NEVER MISS ANGEL

HEHE TY LOVELY!! Muah! 🫶

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Messing around with Steve and eating aphrodisiac chocolates, getting more and more aroused and telling him you want him to chase you through the dark woods behind his house.

Steve gives you a 30 second head start before running out after you, the thrill of the hunt for you combined with arousal from the chocolates has him aching for you, every sense heightened, fixed on catching you. He can smell your perfume mixed with your natural musk lingering in the warm night air.

Both your heart and core throb as you hide behind a tree, your chest heaving, waiting for Steve to find you, nails digging into the bark with anticipation.

When he finally does, he tackles you to the ground and his mouth clashes with yours, both of you desperate and hungry for each other as he tears off your clothes right there on the forest floor.

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just popping by to say ily!! 🫶

Eeeee ily more, your blog is everything ☺️🫶

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I wanted to give it a try and send in a little request: Big dick!Steve being obsessed with belly bulge while ons!reader (he met at a bar) is on top. (And maybe Steve realising that this won’t be an ons…) 🫣 tysm.

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You had definitely not planned for this to happen, but four sickly sweet but also unimaginably strong cocktails later, you had finally mustered up the courage to flirt rather drunkenly with the handsome stranger who’d been eyeing you up all night.

Steve. You don’t know what came over you to go with him to some sleazy motel down the road, you never even get numbers of the guys you occasionally chat with at the bar, yet alone agree to a hookup.

But he was gorgeous, and a smooth talker too. Kind eyes and perfect hair, he clung onto every slurred word that stumbled out of your mouth.

You could smell him as he leaned closer to hear you better, something fresh and piny mixed with a natural musk, his hand naturally falling to your waist and sending shivers throughout your body.

His gaze kept falling to your glossy lips as you spoke, and it wasn’t long before he was asking if he could kiss you, his politeness making you throb, and of course you agreed, taking his hand and pulling him through the crowds outside to an empty side road by the bar.

You spent who knows how long pressed up against the brick wall with Steve’s hot mouth pressing sloppily against yours, biting your lips in between kisses causing you to moan. The seam of his jeans rubbing perfectly against your already-soaked panties as he hiked your skirt up and lifted one of your legs around his waist, guiding you to grind against him.

You weren’t ashamed to reveal how horny you were, (besides you were sure he was equally as horny) and you tangled your fingers through his thick hair so you could pull his head back enough to look at him and whimper for more.

“Steve, take me somewhere, I want to feel you properly.”

He swallowed hard, catching your wrists in his hands as yours fell from his hair.

“Want me to fuck you properly?”

“Please.”

You were whining in his grasp, sucking and licking at his neck, begging in every way you could, he felt so big just though his jeans, and you’d be damned if you went home unsatisfied and having passed on what you were sure would be the lay of your life.

So that’s how you ended up sat on top of his thick thighs, his cock buried deep inside you, the motel sheets all messed up around you two.

“Fuck that’s it, baby, bounce on my cock, feel how deep I go inside that perfect pussy.”

Steve’s eyes were hazy, but he was determined to watch as he slipped in and out of you with every thrust, your stomach bulging slightly every time you sank down fully onto him.

It was beautiful. Your body was so much smaller compared to his, and he sat up slightly so he could run his hands over the protrusion.

“Fuck, Steve it feels so good, m’gonna cum.”

You were a mess above him, your muscles were aching, only the delicious burning in your cunt driving you to keep moving, no matter how tired you were.

“Aw sweetie, so fucked out huh? Shit, look at that I can see myself in your stomach, look how deep I am inside you.”

You whimpered as you looked down, feeling him so deep was one thing, but actually seeing how he filled you had you creaming around him.

“God, baby, fuck, I can’t stop looking at how perfect we fit, mhm fuck.”

He pressed against the bulge in your stomach, adding pressure and sending you crashing straight into your orgasm, heat surging throughout you as you rode it out, thighs shaking around his.

“Honey, I’m cumming right with with you, keep squeezing like that, yeah that’s it.”

Steve rocked his hips up with one final thrust as deep as he could go before pulling out and cumming all over the spot on your stomach he had been watching with such intensity.

“Fuck-that was amazing.”

You just nodded, leaning forward onto his chest.

“Soo, same time Friday?”

“Steve!”

“What? You must be crazy if you think I’m not going to take you out, especially after that.

You smiled to yourself.

“Friday it is then.”

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Maybe like a “my man on his willpower” inspired steve fic?

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Steve used to be literally obsessed with you, at least that’s what you thought. He always called you every night to ramble about random things for hours just so he could keep hearing your voice. He would pick you up from wherever you were and immediately wrap his hands around your waist whilst pressing sweet kisses along your face, opening the passenger door of his Beamer so you could get in.

You could feel how much he loved you, how much he craved to be around you, always planning dates before you could finish your strawberry ice cream from the one you were currently on. He always found a way to sneak into your bedroom, tapping on your window and trying to avoid ruining your lace curtains.

You never had to chase after him, until you did.

Phone calls became less frequent, as did dates and late-night visits. Not drastically so, but enough for you to notice.

He even seemed distant when it came to touching you, no matter what special, silky number you had put on for him. His eyes didn’t light up like they used to.

During the dates you did have, he’d sometimes disappear to “deal with something” whatever that meant, leaving your heart aching. You missed how obsessed he used to be with you, but most of all you just missed him.

You missed Steve’s presence and attention, the thoughts of what he could be so busy with left an unsettling pit in your stomach. Had he had enough of you? That’s what it felt like. “Had he found someone new? Someone better? Prettier, smarter, funnier?”

You rested your head against your pillow and sighed. You didn’t know what to do, you didn’t even understand what had changed.

You tried to call him for a change. Nothing.

Turning back onto your pillows you let out small choked sobs as you imagined that this was it, he was going to keep pulling away until you lost him, no matter how hard you tried to keep him.

Though you were quickly pulled from your spiral when you heard a sharp crack coming from your window.

Grabbing your bedside lamp in defence, you almost fell of your bed as you ran to the corner of your room, bracing yourself from an incoming intruder.

Though this intruder looked nothing like you would have ever dreamed of.

The glass of your window shattered, sending fragments of glass right at you, some cutting your cheek. You went to scream, but your voice felt stuck in your throat as you took in the sight before you.

A large, faceless monster. Mouth wide open ready to tear you into shreds. You couldn’t breathe. The lamp fell from your limp hands with a dull thud, the noise only aggravating the beast, sending it to leap right towards you.

Your braced yourself, hoping for a quick death as you slid down your wall to the floor, tears streaming down your face.

But death never came. Nor did any pain, not even a scratch. Nothing.

Peeking through your hands, you watched as the monster struggled in mid-air against some unknown force, its limbs contorting before it flew right back out your window.

“What the-?”

Right through that same window, Steve’s face appeared.

You had never felt so relieved to see him, and apparently neither had he.

“Oh thank god. Fuck, baby are you okay? Injured anywhere?”

He was shaking as he held you, his eyes frantically scanning your body for any serious injury.

“I think I’m okay. What the hell was that?

You whispered, voice trembling as you clung onto Steve’s jacket.

“Thank god El got that son of a bitch fast enough, I don’t know what I would do if you had gotten hurt.”

“Steve, who? What’s going on? Who’s El?”

“Listen honey, I know I’ve been busy lately-”

“Busy?! Steve I barely hear from you anymore. It feels like you’re never here and even when you are it still feels like you’re somewhere else!”

“I know, and I’m so sorry, I promise I’ll tell you everything I just don’t want to risk getting you hurt.”

“I already am hurt. Do - Do you not want me anymore? Is El..?”

“Gosh no! No sweetheart, there’s no one else for me, I swear. I just….”

“Stevie please. I don’t want to lose you.”

Your voice croaked, fat tears began to slip from your eyes.

“Don’t cry, you’re never going to lose me, I’m right here.”

“I feel like I already am.”

“Steve just tell her already.”

Dustin appeared at your window.

“Henderson, man, I told the rest of you to stay down there while I take care of this.”

“Yeah well, had to make sure the demo didn’t do any damage, since you’re such a great communicator.”

“Tell the others we’ll be down in a minute okay? Jeez, you little shits can’t wait 5 minutes.”

“Why is Dustin here? The others? Steve?”

“This is why I’ve been so distant. I didn’t want to tell you so I could keep your out of it and keep you safe, but apparently that just screwed everything up.”

“That thing you saw, is a monster from another dimension, and El, she’s a girl with superpowers, that’s how she stopped it and threw it out of your room. I promise I’ll tell you everything and the kids will probably explain it better to you once we get out-”

You stopped his rant with a gentle kiss.

“We better go, I have a lot to catch up on.”

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Imagine Steve looking at you like this after you say something funny or something that makes him proud

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Can you write something with Steve who is in a newly established relationship with shy reader who gets flustered when he shows her affection or flirts with her but is ✨️filthy✨️ when it comes to sex. So when they have sex for the first time, he expects her to be all blushy and shy, but he ends up surprised when she asks him to be rougher. I'm talking choking, biting, Steve giving her lots of hickies, spitting in her mouth, manhandling, spanking, calling Steve daddy, etc. (if you're comfortable with this of course)

Thanks in advance!

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If there was one thing Steve was great at, it was making you terribly flustered. You were still very new to the idea of having a boyfriend and what came with having one, his pet names, flirtatious comments, and constant affectionate touches had you tensing up and avoiding his gaze.

“What are you getting all squirmy for, baby?” Steve asked with a teasing lilt in his tone.

“M’not squirmin’’” You mumbled, still avoiding looking at him but slowly getting more comfortable and leaning into his touch.

“You’re so damn cute you know?” He pinched your cheeks and pressed a chaste kiss into the crook of your neck.

“Gosh, Steve. People are looking.”

He let out an amused chuckle before leaning back into your neck and patting your ass gently, “Let em.”

Steve expected you to be the exact same as he laid you out for him for the first time. Expected you to cling onto the hem of your clothes and turn your face into the pillow, though he was in for a huge surprise to say the least.

As shy as you were, you had a dirty mind. Just a small spark of arousal was enough for you gain a newfound confidence in yourself and your body, you wanted to be fucked hard and passionately, and you new Steve could give that to you.

“Such a pretty baby, gonna be so good to you and go as slow as you need, okay?”

You gulped. Voice hoarse as you spoke.

“Steve?”

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

“I want it rough, fuck me hard Steve.”

He almost choked.

“Wha- are you? Are you sure? We don’t have to do anything you don’t want, you don’t need to impress me or anything I’m just so lucky to have you like this baby, need you so bad we can do whatever-”

You pulled his hand free from yours and guided it up around your neck, leaning in close to his ear.

“I mean it. I want it rough, daddy.”

Steve’s heart hammered.

“Okay. Anything you want.”

That unleashed something in the both of you. You completely lost your usual shy manner and Steve dropped his softest side reserved for you only. He grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head, leaning in to bite and lick at your collarbones, leaving swollen bruises there.

You moaned loud.

His free arm snaked under your lower back, lifting you off the bed so he could grind your hips against his at a hard, desperate pace. The tent in his jeans was evident as it pressed into your swollen cunt, providing the most delicious friction.

“Gonna take it like a good girl, yeah.”

You nodded, though that wasn’t enough for Steve, he tugged your shirt down and bit into the skin of your breast.

“Say it.”

“Fuck, daddy gonna take it so good for you.” You whined.

“That’s it. Open for me.”

He gripped your jaw and spat into your open mouth, watching with darkened eyes as the string of spit landed on your tongue, some of it smearing around your mouth.

You were a mess of grinding and sloppy making out, losing items of clothing as you went on. Both you and Steve letting out the filthiest noises before he reached under you again to flip you onto your stomach and lifting your hips up for him, giving him a perfect view of your soaked pussy.

“There she is, all for me.” He watched as you clenched around nothing, whining a pathetic “Stevie please.”

He teasingly ran his fingers up and down your slit, watching as more juices leaked out of your aching hole.

“Gonna give her exactly what she needs.”

One hand crept back up around your neck, as the other smacked your ass harshly, the sting sending sparks of desire throughout your body.

“You take 5 more of these and I’ll let you have my cock, yeah baby?”

“Mhm fuck please.”

Soon enough Steve’s cock was slamming into you from behind, it’s heavy weight providing the most searing pleasure, feeling as though your were splitting in half around his fat girth.

Sloppy sounds and your loud moans filled the room, you’ve never been more grateful it was just you and Steve alone in his house.

“Fuck, look how she sucks me in.” He groaned through gritted teeth, squeezing harder around your neck, making you dizzy.

“Gonna go all dumb on my cock? Gonna let me fuck you stupid, huh?”

“Steve.”

He yanked at your hair as he pushed harder into you, tip nudging at your cervix.

“What do you call me?”

“Mhm, sorry daddy.”

“That’s it sweetie, go on, cum all over daddy’s cock, be a good girl.”

You trembled around him as you collapsed into the mattress, orgasm washing over you with an unbelievable intensity, tears swimming in your eyes.

Steve groaned deeply and pulled out to release his hot cum all over the smooth skin of your back, shaking on top of you.

You both lay there panting, exhausted and fully fucked out.

“You all okay, nothing too rough?” He was quick to check in.

“I’m perfect Steve.”

“God, didn’t realise you were such a little freak in hiding, who would’ve known?”

He chucked into your hair.

“Shutup.” You mumbled, shy once again now that is was all over.

“There she is.”

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omg i’m thinking about steve with his sensitive gf, like she’s so whiny and a lil crybaby but steves always there to take care of her <3333

Thank your for requesting! I love this it’s literally me.

Steve loves being able to take the role of a protector and “leader” in your relationship, he’s naturally like that and it comes out strong with you. Knowing that you feel comfortable enough to relax and let out your emotions with him makes him feel so needed and loved.

He just always wants to be there to hold you in his lap and stroke your back and wipe away your tears. He hates seeing you upset and will do anything to make you feel better, whether it’s just cuddling in your bed or sorting out a situation for you himself.

During any of the upside down stuff, he’s always holding onto you in some way, even if it’s just a pinky finger, he wants to remind you he’s always there. He doesn’t want you in any harms way, even if he’s seriously injured he’s making sure you’re okay first, wincing and panting, his eyes wide as he scans over you despite him bleeding heavily. He then comforts you and apologises for scaring you, kissing your head and promising that he’s okay and he’ll never leave you.

Steve can already tell when you’re beginning to feel bad and will ask “what’s bothering you angel, hm?” and will try his best to get you to tell him. If you really don’t want to, he’s happy to just be there as comfort, loving when you cling onto him.

Sometimes you need him to take care of you in a more physical way, so he’ll lay you down and spend every moment dedicated to making you feel so good. No teasing, just letting you take whatever you need, whether it’s his fingers, tongue, or cock. He’ll make you cum as many times as you need before he even thinks about satisfying himself.

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I want Steve to run his big hands over my stomach and comfort me on my period right now please.

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A reminder that darker fiction has a right to exist and explore themes that people are uncomfortable with. Yes, even if it's romanticized. Yes, even if you personally don't like it.

Authors have always written about things that they don't agree with morally, and I hope to god they always will, despite how shitty people treat them for doing that now.

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Something that seriously pisses me off is when people (mainly non-writers which is so funny) complain about smut.

“There’s too much smut this is becoming a problem”, “I don’t want smut I want fluff”, “It’s so gross how people only write smut now”

Guess what? You are not entitled to complain about what people write in their free time, for free. No writer wants or deserves to hear your demands that you think you are entitled to.

You cannot police what people write. If every single writer decided they just wanted to write filthy smut all day everyday, then so be it. They are allowed to post whatever the fuck they want, it’s supposed to be a fun and enjoyable creative outlet, not a job with rules. If you don’t like it, frankly no one cares and you can just choose to not interact.

There’s nothing more discouraging as a writer seeing people say “I’m not complaining about smut, I just wish there was less.” Tough luck, start writing for yourself and see how it is. Not to mention there is heap loads of non smut works, just scroll past what you don’t want. Also, engage and leave positive feedback for writers, give criticism only when asked, and send requests to see more of what you would like instead of complaining. Most writers write smut because people appreciate it and engage with it.

The same applies to those complaining about certain kinks. Just scroll. Do not make people feel guilty for exploring things in fiction, unless it is directly harming someone or spreading hate or harmful messages.

Sending love to all writers and to the endlessly supportive and kind readers 🩷

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Thinking of having a tattoo really low on your hip that Steve is absolutely obsessed with.

Of course, if you got something like his initials he would lose his mind. It would be like you were marked as his.

He’s always pulling down the waistband of your jeans so he can take a peek, no matter where the two of you are.

His thumbs always gently grazing it, occasionally slipping lower to make you gasp.

Steve loves to kiss that spot when you two are fucking, licking at the tender skin.

Having you sit on his face gives him the perfect view of it as he makes you writhe

And of course, he loves painting it with his cum, watching it glisten and drip over the ink.

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Dream ride

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Steve trying to hide his breeding kink from his girlfriend thinking it will freak her out but she already knows and starts teasing him

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It haunted Steve. Every time he was inside you his mind couldn’t help but wander to that deep desire to fill you up until you physically couldn’t take anymore, until his cum was dripping out of your hole so he could push it right back in with his fingers, smearing it all over your insides.

His vision blurred at the thought of making sure it takes, making sure that there was no doubt that you would get pregnant, that you’d be stuffed with his cum and have his seed planted in your womb.

It drove him crazy, picturing you growing day by day, getting rounder and fuller with his baby, a soft glow on your angelic face.

It was so beautiful and filthy at the same time, that’s why it got him so wound up. It satiated both the lustful hunger and tender dreaming, where you had a part of him growing inside you.

Steve’s always wanted a big family, and since he met you it’s all he can imagine. You were perfect - the one. Though he knew it was nowhere near time to start on those dreams, it still drove him feral every time he fucked you, but he never vocalised it for the fear of overwhelming you.

“Steve.” You moaned softly.

“Mmph, yeah baby?”

His hips rocked hard against yours, each thrust driving him deeper inside your pussy.

“Whatcha thinking about?”

“How fucking good you feel right now, god honey I’m so close.”

“Yeah? Steve - cum inside me.” Your voice trailed off in a pleading whisper.

Steve’s pace faltered and his eyes almost bulged out of their sockets.

“Shit, what baby?” He was so close to losing control, low grunts escaping him.

“C’mon fill me up Stevie, fuck a baby into me, I know you want to.” You were teasing, but the thought had you pulsing around his thick cock, desperate for release.

You could have sworn he blushed, his eyes squeezed shut as his head dropped to the crook of your neck, biting down to muffle the moan that he let out.

“Fuck, yes honey, gonna let me become a daddy huh? Let me fill you with my cum?”

“Anything for you Steve.” You held on to his broad back, your nails scraping his skin slightly.

His hips snapped one last time as he gave you everything he had, ropes of his hot cum flooding into you as you convulsed against him. When he went to pull out, a creamy ring visible at the base of his cock, you shook your head and giggled breathlessly.

“Wait - don’t pull out, gotta keep it all in.”

“Fuck.”