Smut Sommelier

Hi, I am Issa (31, she/her) 18+ blog MINORS DO NOT INTERACT | If you’re looking for smutty fan fiction, look no further. While I love reactions and feedback, I am kindly not looking for constructive criticism on my writing - I do this for fun 💚. REQUESTS CLOSED.

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Issa’s Fanfiction Masterlist

Welcome to my humble rebloggable masterlist. I’m not going to kid you, it’s mainly smut. So if you’re down with that, I think you’ll like it here.

Characters I currently write for:

Eddie Munson [ST]

Steve Harrington [ST]

Below the cut you will find my fics sorted by character.

Requests are currently CLOSED but will be opened/closed periodically and noted here. Always accepting thots and rants (especially spicy) in my asks.

*Note: all reader insert fics herein are Fem!Reader unless explicitly stated as otherwise. Aside from the distinction, I do my best to refrain from including any specific descriptors in an effort to remain inclusive! 

*= Contains NSFW content (lol everything practically)

Eddie Munson 

Show Me *  Elements: Best Friend!Eddie Munson, reader experiences firsts

- Part 1 * - Part 2 *

The Record of You * Elements: Friends to strangers to lovers

Make You Feel Good * Elements: Comfort after a long day

Attention * Elements: Hellfire turns you on

Distracted * Elements: Movie night, friends to lovers

The Good and the Bad * Elements: Eddie and the resident good girl 

Feels Good * Elements: Sensitive!Eddie

Seven Minutes in Heaven  Elements: Seven minutes in heaven at a party 

- Part 1 - Part 2 *

Sensitive * Elements: Sensitive!Eddie

Softness * Elements: Soft!Eddie

Studying * Elements: Library sex

Finally * Elements: Sensitive/Soft!Eddie 

Let Me *  Elements: Eddie edges you relentlessly and then just has you cockwarm him till you beg nicely for what you want. 

Animals * Elements: Camping sex

Overthinking * Elements: Virgin!Eddie and first blow job

Vixen * Elements: Inexperienced!Eddie, lingerie  

Easily * Elements: Hand job, semi-public sex

The Voice on the Lake * Elements: Siren!Reader

Bad for the Holidays * Elements: First holiday with your family

Unconscious Thoughts * Elements: Male!Reader, mutual masturbation 

More Sensitivity * Elements: Sensitive!Eddie, knee worship(?), blow job

Not a Creature Was Stirring *  Elements: Holiday fic, phone sex

Morning, My Love * Elements: Somnophilia / morning sex

Critical Hit * Elements: Virgin!Eddie Munson, fingering

A Study in Touch * Elements: Virgin!Eddie Munson / Sensitive!Eddie Munson 

Horn Dog Elements: Teasing Eddie 

Above and Below * Elements: 69

You Sure, Princess? * Elements: Teddy!Eddie Munson, slapping kink

Teddy’s Got You * Elements: Dry humping, stuffed animal humping

Notes and Verses Elements: music professor!Eddie Munson, English professor!reader, friends to lovers

- Part 1

Is That a Serious Question? * Elements: Virgin!Eddie Munson, first blow job

The Tune Up * Elements: Mechanic!Eddie

Eddie Munson Headcannons and Blurbs Surprising * - Soft!Eddie HCs Needy * - Touch Starved!Eddie HCs Eddie learns to cook for you  Going grocery shopping with Eddie  Dressing up as a slutty elf princess for Eddie * Eddie cuts the crusts off your sandwiches Eddie needs you to know every thought in his head Virgin!Eddie with shy-non-virgin!reader *  Lil domestic thots with Eddie * Waking up after your first time together * Teasing Eddie through his first time * You’re desperate to cum * Dressing up as bride of Frankenstein on Halloween Watching horror movies so you can feel Eddie up * Inexperienced!Eddie has no idea how big his cock is * Getting messy with mechanic!Eddie  Pillow fight with Eddie * Eddie figures out your voice kink * Eddie uses his safe word * Eddie calls your chest milk jugs * How Eddie treats you when you get over being sick * Dancing with Eddie in the kitchen  Pegging Eddie *  Kissing Eddie’s forearm because you’re so fucked out during sex *  Biting Eddie’s tummy *  Fucking Eddie after he hotwires his van * Riding Eddie’s thigh *  Riding Eddie’s face *  Eddie handcuffs you to the bed * Eddie loves consent * Eddie loves to jumpscare you Eddie leaves you valentines around the house Eddie keeps his hand in your back pocket Teddy is hot *

Steve Harrington 

The Shift * Elements: Enemies to lovers

- Part 1 * - Part 2 *

You’re Good, Steve * Elements: New love

Being Good * Elements: Drunk sex / mutual masturbation

Late Night Swim * Elements: Co-workers to lovers, semi-public sex

Steve Chest Hair-rington * Elements: Sensitive!Steve, chest worship(?)

Stevie, Baby * Elements: Christmas fic, strip tease

The Apartment * Elements: Soft!Steve Harrington

Reflections *  Elements: Best friends to lovers, mirror sex

One on One *  Elements: King!Steve Harrington

Honey *  Elements: Sex with plus size!reader

Boarding School AU Elements: enemies to lovers

- Who is Boarding School!Steve Harrington  - Meeting Steve - Running into Steve after hours

Steve Harrington Headcannons and Blurbs Getting his hair pulled *  You discover Steve’s pregnancy / breeding kink *  Accidental perv!Steve Harrington Steve will fix things around your place unprompted Steve thinks you’re a goddess at Halloween Steve takes prepping for the holidays very seriously Steve saves you from family drama Steve and his thick fingers * Steve is sensitive to sounds * King!Steve fucking you at a party * King!Steve charms his project partner * Modern!Steve kisses you at Whole Foods Subby Steve *  Steve sucking on your strap on * “I love you” sex with Steve *

Steddie (Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson)

In Here, Loser * Elements: threesome, blow job

Pumpkins and a Nerd Posse Elements: friends to lovers, competition

Come and Help * Elements: threesome, spit roasting

Smoke  Elements: hooking up high, friends to lovers 

- Part 1 *

Sweets * Elements: Football Player!Steddie, Chubby Cheerleader!Reader

Steddie Headcannons and Blurbs Steddie talks about you like you’re not there while fucking *

Adam Sackler

Over Your Shoulder*

- Part 1* - Part 2*

Not How Gift Giving Works

Room in the Kingdom

Worth It*

Ego*

Still Life

Sweet*

Lie About It*

Accountable *

Winning *

First Date *

Bad *

Clyde Logan

Hello Darlin’ Series

First Conversation Jitters 

Deserving * 

Choices*

Out of Trouble*

Craving*

Flip Zimmerman

Survival Skills*

Impatience*

Tease*

Warmth*

Stupid Little Day in February*

Visuals *

Charlie Barber

Caring for Charlie *

Pressure*

Tomorrow is Not Tonight*

Freebie*

Dinner Party*

Freezing *

Extracurricular*

Push *

Insatiable *

Public Relations *

Valentine *

Up Your Alley * 

Lesson Planning *

Sloppy *

Paterson

Paterson’s Favorite Things*

Warming Your Kitchen*

Three Stops Five Regulars and You

Whisper in the Dark*

Hit’s the Spot*

Phillip Altman

Phillip and Miss Perfect 

- Part 1* - Part 2* - Part 3*

Please what?*

Finishing Up *

Part 1 Part 2

Rick Smolan

Wander On

Waiting*

Off-piste

- Part 1 - Part 2*

Kylo Ren

Get You Off *

Center of the Universe *

- Part 1 - Part 2 

| ADCU HCs |

How Clyde Comforts You* Paterson used to work in tech (AU?) Edging Sackler because it is fun* You & Charlie help Dan relax (tags collab with @millenialcatlady​ )* How you might dom Kylo Ren * Charlie loves to impress you*

Poe Dameron

The Night That Follows *

Morning *

Back *

Commander *

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Thanks for reading <3

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I just want to suck Eddie's dick so badly 😞

Do That Thing

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, NSFW, oral sex (M and F receiving), drug use

Eddie likes it wet and he likes it noisy.

You once voiced the fact that previous partners had balked at any messiness. Eddie had laughed. He wants you dirty. He wants you sloppy.

So you make sure to give him exactly what he wants. Today you're on your knees in front of him while he sits on a lounger reading a comic and smoking a joint. You know for a fact he stopped paying attention to the comic a while ago, mainly because he hasn't flipped a page in a while.

You have one hand wrapped around the base of his dick while the other slides up and down his shaft. Your mouth pulls up and down on his mushroom head, with your tongue providing a swirling motion ever time you pull off.

After a particularly languid drag from his joint, Eddie drops the comic over the side of the chair. His now free hand comes to rest on the top of your head.

"That's it, baby. Fuck, just like that. How about you wet it a little more for me, huh?"

You do as he suggests and immediately add more saliva. The increased lubrication comes with a more auditory glide. Eddie moans at the sounds. He takes another drag from his joint and throws his head back before puffing out a cloud of dense smoke that you can smell from your place on the floor.

"Do that thing you do with both hands, princess. The - oh fuck yeah." Eddie sinks deeper into the chair when you comply with his request and begin twisting your hands slowly in different directions around his cock as you pull up and down.

"You're getting me there, princess," he says roughly, his hand a pleasant pressure on the top of your head to encourage your movements.

"Mhm?" you hum. You know doing so adds a vibration he can't resist.

"Oh yeah..." Eddie drops his finished joint in a nearby ash tray and grips at the arm of his chair. looking up past the plane of his abdomen you see his chest is flushed. A vein pulses emphatically in his neck.

"Mmmm," you hum again. Purely egging him on now. You feel him growing even harder in your hands, in your mouth.

"You're gonna make me cum, baby," he groans. You take your mouth off of him with a wet pop, making sure to continue the movement and pressure with your hands.

"That's the idea, baby," you all but purr.

You barely have time to fit your lips over his tip again before he's erupting into your mouth. You keep your elbows grounded against his thighs to keep you stable while his hips buck up involuntarily.

"Fuuuuuck..." Eddie moans. It's music to your ears. Music that makes you unbearably wet. This is why you love giving him blow jobs. The surge of power and confidence and achievement courses through your body like the weed Eddie had just smoked. Eddie falls limp back against his chair, an arm over his face, but you take the opportunity to disengage from him and stand.

"Mmm," you hum dramatically, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. "How was that?"

"How was it? How was it? I'll let you know when my soul reenters my body, princess," Eddie responds with a hoarse laugh. He lowers his arm from his face to look at you just in time to see you begin to strip. "Oh mother of god..."

"Wanna help me with something, champ?" you drawl. You know he loves this. The shift of power. Switching up tones and dynamics.

In seconds, Eddie is on his knees in front of you, shuffling forward despite the fact that his jeans and boxers are still caught around his calves.

"I'll do anything for you princess," he says with a cheeky grin up at you. He grabs at your naked thighs and you place one hand delicately on his cheek. The other hand you place on the top of his curly head.

"Yeah? You'll do that thing I like?" You echo his previous request, but this time in reference to your favorite thing he does. Eddie looks up at you through his eyelashes as he slides his right hand around your thigh and between your legs so he can swirl around your clit.

"So wet," he says, almost to himself. He circles your clit for a few seconds before sliding down and pushing two fingers all the way into you. In a swift combined motion, he also lunges forward and sucks on your now pulsing clit. The combination of the suction and the immediate prodding, come-hither motion he's employing with his fingers inside of you is exactly what you'd been asking for.

"Holy shit," you hiss. You have to brace your hands against his shoulders to keep your knees from buckling.

Eddie begins to thrust his fingers in and out of you to intensify the feelings.

"Fuck, Eddie. That feels incredible. More." You're being greedy, but you don't care. You did your time on your knees. This is Eddie's turn.

"Mhm," is Eddie's dutiful reply, causing vibrations to ripple through you and causing you to moan.

And he continues to do that thing you like.

~*~ I hope you enjoyed! This one was so fun to write because hooo boy, I got myself with this one. Let me know what part you liked! <3

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suggestive eddie (he’s actually a sweetie pie) who wants to fuck his close friend (she is also head over heels for him)

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

“I think I am going to die.” You slam your head against a pillow, screaming your rage and boredom into the plush surface. It was a Saturday night and you and Eddie had already  driven up and down the town’s main drag several times, terrorized Brian - who runs the 7Eleven - and watched all the horror movies you had rented (stolen) from Family Video when you’d visited Steve during his shift the other day. “There’s nothing. To. Fucking. Do.”

“Well there’s always me,” Eddie says with a chuckle. 

You lift your bleary face from the pillow it had been mashed in to find him reclining against another pillow at the foot of the bed. He’s not even looking at you. He’s flipping idly through a comic book with one hand and flicking his cigarette into an ashtray with the other. 

“What?”

“You could always do me.” His smile is lazy when his eyes roll up to finally settle on you. He’s joking. 

Or is he?

Eddie has been saying stuff like this for the entirety of your friendship. It had become so natural to you - as had the swift swat you always leveled to the back of his head - that you usually barely registered his suggestive phrases or innuendo. But something about the way the cigarette is dangling precariously between his lips is making you feel something you haven’t quite felt before. Maybe it’s the boredom. Maybe it’s the stale edible you took earlier finally, finally kicking in. But Eddie looks…well…like something to do right now. 

“Alright,” you reply simply. 

Eddie chuckles again, eyes sliding back to his comic book. He turns a page. 

“Alright what?”

“Alright I’ll do you.”

The choking sound that emits from him has you genuinely concerned for a second. He sputters and stabs the cigarette out in the ashtray like it physically burned him. His sudden loss of cool is actually kind of cute. 

Eddie shoves the ashtray and comic book to the side so he can sit up straighter. He steeples his fingers and looks over them at you, brows furrowed. 

“I’m sorry…come again?!” 

“Getting a little ahead of yourself, Eddie. I haven’t come for the first time yet, but I appreciate the spirit.” 

He narrows his eyes at your laughter. 

“You’re fucking with me.”

“Sounds like a nice way to pass the time” you shrug, pulling your legs out from their criss-crossed position and stretching out luxuriously. 

“So you’re actually suggesting we…” Eddie looks like he’s still having an exceedingly hard time processing any of your words. 

“You’re the one who suggested it actually,” you correct. Eddie shakes his head, his curly mane bouncing with agitation. 

“Yeah but I’ve been suggesting it for, like, ever. And you always slap me.” 

Tiring of the back and forth, you stand from the bed and begin unbuttoning your shirt. 

“Do you want to get slapped or do you want to get fucked, Eddie, it’s that simple.”

Eddie seems to short circuit at that, his eyes blinking up at you, his mouth stuttering around words it can’t fully form. You laugh. 

“Ok that seems like you want a little of both.” 

Eddie finally laughs as well. He slides to sit at the edge of the bed, his hands tentatively finding your hips to make you stand between his knees. 

“Is both an option?”

You finish unbuttoning your shirt but you don’t pull it off. His gaze falls to the strip of skin now exposed from your throat to the top of your jeans. His jaw drops a bit so you lightly grab his chin, lifting so he looks up at you. 

“Whatever you want, Munson.”

~*~

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Thank you for taking requests! Could I request Steve just not being able to take his hands off reader whether at a party or wherever in public?

Steve Harrington x fem!reader

“You do know that people can see you, right? Your hands are not invisible, Steve.”

You say it without an ounce of actual distress in your voice. You both know how much you like being touched. And, even more so, you both know the zing that sizzles through your veins at the exhibitionist thrill of PDA (executed tastefully) at a party. A swift breast squeeze while walking through a hallway. An ass cheek grabbed while blocked by the kitchen island. A hand creeping up your thigh from underneath a table. 

The smirk curling Steve’s lips proves that he knows what’s on your mind. Your words are not reproach. Quite the contrary. You’re entreating him to go further. Test the boundaries more. 

“So what if people see?” he whispers, stepping behind you so that his front is melded against your back. His chin glides across the side of your neck so his lips can find purchase against your ear, leaving a line of goosebumps in its wake. “Worried they will see how insatiable you are?”

Your eyelids flutter and your breath quickens. The bastard knows the exact location of your every button and boy does he love pressing them. It takes everything in you to stay focused enough to continue the playful argument. 

“Worried they’ll see how much of a dog you are and how crazy it is that I let you paw at me all night.”

His chuckle rumbles from his chest, through your back, and into your core. 

“Woof, baby.”

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I want to get back into writing daily, so I’m thinking of doing some quick and dirty drabbles/mini fics.

Any tropes or requests?

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Having thots about Charlie buying me expensive lingerie and fancy chocolates and getting drunk together for Valentine’s day hhhh

My sweet anon, please know I had to pour a nice glass of wine before settling down to write this (and got a second halfway through)

Charlie Barber x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, alcohol consumption, daddy!kink, dirty talk, PIV sex - also note: there is specific reference to RC’s alcohol tolerance which I recognize wouldn’t be reflective of every reader’s personal experience. I try to be all inclusive but for the sake of this story the specificity was necessary. If this bothers you I apologize, but please do consider/enjoy the many other stories I have written which are less specific! Thanks!

“Alright, pretty sure I’m ready, Charlie,” you hum, making sure your voice takes on an appealingly husky quality. You’re impatient. The lace covering your body is so tantalizing you keep skimming the back of your hands over your nipples, hoping Charlie won’t notice.

But of course he does.

“Sweetheart, you forget how well I know you. You’re barely tipsy off two shots, let alone one cocktail,” Charlie turns away from the bar cart and back to you, dazzling you with a knowing grin.

He’s right, of course. And other variables like lack of sleep or sustenance weren’t an issue considering Charlie had made sure you’d gotten a full night’s sleep and had eaten well all day. Ever the thoughtful, plan-oriented dad.

Charlie had asked you a week prior what you would like for Valentine’s Day and you had really meant it as a cheeky joke when you’d told him all you wanted was to wear pretty lingerie, eat chocolate, and get drunk with him.

But Charlie had planned. Gotten you to use one of your long hoarded vacation days for February 15th and whisked you away to a beautiful cottage with a fully stocked bar cart. The lingerie and chocolates were on the bed when you arrived, and you’d helped yourself to both as he prepared your first drinks.

Now you sit, legs folded neatly beneath you on the couch as you run your finger around the rim of your empty glass.

“You caught me. I’m not even buzzed.”

“See? Of course not.” Charlie chuckles and turns back to the bar cart to finish making the second beverage.

“But I want you so bad I might as well be.”

You watch his back stiffen. Then he drops the garnishes and turns back to you, drink in hand. It’s your favorite, chilled and prepared beautifully in lovely glassware. You watch him hungrily as he approaches you and you take the glass he hands you. You remain motionless, watching him. He maintains eye contact as he tips his head back a bit and takes a long pull from the drink. A shiver runs through you at the sight of his throat working to swallow the liquid. One swallow becomes another and he drains the glass, all in one go, releasing a refreshed exhale.

You must be gawking because Charlie chuckles.

“You gonna waste that pretty little drink I spent time perfecting for you?” He teases. You immediately take a big gulp as if he’d ordered you to do so.

“You know, I might not be a lightweight, but it’ll definitely hit me before you,” you point out, smacking your lips. The drink really was that good.

“Already considered that, sweetheart.” Charlie returned to the bar cart, throwing a sink over his shoulder. “That’s why mine are doubles.”

~*~

It only takes a few more after that drink. Charlie’s generous pours and your already amorous mood had you practically floating before no time. You felt warm, despite your relative state of undress, and your eyes skimmed lazily over the brilliant flush blooming on Charlie’s cheeks and neck.

You both had settled on the couch into a cheeky game of Truth or Dare, though it had really become more of a bragging contest of naughty confessions. While Charlie is still clothed, the top few buttons of his shirt have long since been roguishly undone, and you giggle to yourself over the thought that he, with his beautiful wavy hair, kind of resembles a heroic lover on the cover of a cheesy 90s romance novel.

“What are you giggling about, baby girl?” Charlie asks, playfully pinching your thigh. His back is against the chair and you sit sideways beside him, your legs draped over his lap. You squeal in response.

“Nothing! Just thinking of how handsome you are.”

“Oh yeah? And how handsome am I?”

“Handsome enough that I touched myself all night after the first time I met you.”

Charlie’s jaw drops dramatically, cartoonishly even.

“No you didn’t.”

“Yes, I did,” you confirm proudly.

“All night?” He challenges, skeptical. You shrug.

“I mean yeah, I probably fell asleep after the fourth orgasm.”

“You came FOUR times?” Charlie is laughing through his incredulity.

“Yep. I imagined you fucking me in the alley behind that coffee shop, or in your car, or you taking me back to wherever you worked and fucking me in your office…”

“Holy fuck,” Charlie mumbles breathlessly. He grabs your chin between his pointer finger and thumb and pulls you in for a blistering kiss which you happily return. When he pulls away panting you run your hands up and down his chest.

“When did you first think of me?” You ask casually, trying to be nonchalant and not betray your desperate curiosity. He’d told you before that he’d masturbated ti thoughts of you, but you hadn’t asked when.

Charlie runs a sheepish hand through his hair, ruffling and deliciously disheveling it.

“That first night after we met.”

“Charlie Barber, you cad!” You feign disgust, barely suppressing laughter.

“Honestly the minute I got home I had to jerk one out. It was fucking pathetic how much you turned me on. I felt like a dirty old man.”

It warms you more than the alcohol to know that Charlie had been that desperate for you. That you had been able to impact him that much that quickly. You shake your head, continuing to tease.

“I’m surprised at you. You’re a father after all.”

It is infinitesimal. The quirk you notice - the tightening of his jaw. It sends a thrill of awareness coursing through you and you sit up straighter.

“What was that?”

“What?”

“What made you react like that?”

“React like what?” He’s barely meeting your gaze now. You feel liquid heat pool even more at the apex between your thighs.

“Charlie. What made you react like the time I discretely groped your cock at that theater benefit?”

“I still haven’t forgiven you for that, you know,” Charlie tried to interject sternly but you won’t listen. Not when sparkles fill your blood stream and your skin is hot and Charlie is hot and there’s something he hasn’t told you and you need to know right now.

“Answer the question.”

“Let’s go back to the game,” Charlie says. He’s cagey but it’s clear he feels caught. It’s inevitable. He takes a sip of his most recent drink to waste time and you nod, this time feigning acquiescence.

“Alright. Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” Charlie is too quick to answer, this time ruining your pattern of game play.

“Fuck you, truth - do you have a daddy kink?”

“Dare!” Charlie reasserts, almost yelling the word over you. You smile.

“Fine. I dare you to list your kinks…..daddy.”

Charlie’s reaction is visceral. It is palpable. A shudder rocks through his body and his eyes practically roll back in his head, all before he could discipline his response. You clap in delight.

“You have a daddy kink!” It’s not a question. Charlie grabs your clapping hands and presses them down into your lap to suppress them.

“Alright alright, fine, shhh!”

“Why shhhh?” You ask, genuinely curious. Charlie won’t return your gaze. Instead he looks down at his hands over yours.

“Because I already feel like a dirty old man…” he mutters and your smile dips.

“Your not even that much older than me, Charlie,” you counter but he shakes his head, stumbling over his slightly slurred words.

“I have a kid and responsibilities and a past. And you’re…you’re full of life and you’ve got so much going for you and -,”

Your finger against his lips silences his rant.

You gaze at one another in a stalemate for a moment. Silence in the air.

And then you reach up and play with the trim of your bra.

“What have you wanted to do to me, daddy.”

You emphasize the word. Put weight on it. Taste it as you say it and let it out into the air between you with the added flavor of your tongue.

“Fuck,” is all Charlie says in response. His eyes close for a second. He swallows but then his eyelids snap back open and he drops his gaze to your chest. You decide to highlight that particular feature, since it has his attention, and lift both hands to stroke your nipples through the lace. Making them stiffen.

“Please, daddy. I want you so bad.” You add just the hint of a whine to your voice. You don’t know what he likes yet so you don’t want to risk laying it on too thick.

Charlie has you up and in the air in a matter of seconds. You don’t even have time to react before he’s carried you across the small cottage and laid you out on the massive bed. His body is on top of yours in a second, lips ravaging yours while hands roam and grip and grope every curve and dip and plane of you.

“Daddy wants you to say please again, sweetheart,” comes a low rumble, murmured in your ear as he sucks on the hollow below.

“Please!” You gasp out in response, desperate to do anything to comply and escalate the promise of this embrace. “Oh Daddy please.”

You’re rutting up against him before you can even consider it, desperately humping into him to get any friction possible. A deep chuckle sounds in his chest which makes your clit ache. It seems his self consciousness has all but evaporated and you’ve never been happier to change his mind.

“Baby girl,” Charlie coos, dipping down to lave kisses on the rounded tops of your breasts. “Daddy is going to teach you a lesson for teasing him.”

“Oh fuck, please do - woah!” You giggle your agreement when Charlie suddenly flips you onto your stomach, lifting up your hips to rub his massive hard on against your ass. You hear the fabric of your panties ripping though you barely feel it. It doesn’t bother you one bit - you know Charlie will replace this lingerie set with something even more luxurious. All you can feel is the pounding in your blood telling you Charlie couldn’t even wait to undress you. He needed you now now now.

“You’re a bad little girl, sweetheart,” Charlie says before delivering a light slap to your now bared ass. You arch your back and moan.

“Harder,” comes out before you can stop it and now it’s Charlie’s turn to moan. He gives you what you want, slapping you once, twice, three times, each time impacting harder.

“Truth or dare, baby,” Charlie asks, leaning his body over yours, his chest on your back, his lips at your ear.

“Truth - truth!”

“You like it rough sometimes?” Charlie asks, testing the waters. This is the first time he’s spanked you, and he’s pretty sure you’re enjoying it, but he wants to confirm. You nod your head fervently against the mattress.

“I love it, daddy.”

There it is again. Daddy. Charlie spanks you one more time before dropping his hand lower, swirling a finger through your dripping folds.

“It seems my baby girl does love it. You’re so wet for me.” He inserts a finger into your tight hole and you moan out again. Music to his ears. He works you open. First with only one finger, then two, then three. The magic number for preparing you for his cock.

When you’ve cum once around his fingers, practically drooling into the sheets below, Charlie speaks again.

“Do you like calling me daddy, baby?”

“Fuck yes, daddy,” you whimper, wiggling your ass at him. “Can I have you inside me already?”

Charlie presses his finger on your g-spot and chuckles when you buck.

“I am already inside you, baby girl.”

“Your cock, daddy! I need your cock!”

You’ve never cried out anything like that before. Maybe it’s because you’re drunk and inhibitionless, but more likely it is because you’re drunk on him.

“You want daddy’s cock?”

“Yeah!”

“Yeah?”

You’re whimpering openly at this point, wriggling your hips, flattening them against the bed, seeking any pressure possible. Pulling away and trying to push back, trying to get him to at least fuck you with his fingers again.

Charlie hushes you soothingly and pulls his hand away, lifting your hips back up where he wants them.

“Daddy’s not sure he can be gentle,” he warns, pressing the tip of his cock into your entrance.

“Fuck me however you need to, Daddy,” you say, glancing back at him over your shoulder and biting your lip. “Use your baby girl.”

That’s all it takes for Charlie to go feral. To spear into you. To fill you over and over and over again.

To hover over you and grit out pained whispers.

“Fuck baby you’re so wet. So tight.”

“This little pussy is going to be the death of me.”

“Fuck! Oh fuck baby girl you make daddy feel so fucking good.”

You cum somewhere along the way, screaming out both “daddy” and “Charlie” in a chorus of your own making. Tightening and spasming around him does him in as well and he cums deep inside you with a bellowing cry.

Your next thoughts, besides ones of sheer bliss, are the need for sleep. Before you can doze, however, you sense Charlie cleaning you up and rouse to the feeling of him guiding you to drink a glass of water.

Then you drift off held in his arms.

~*~

When you wake up the next morning, still ensconced in Charlie’s embrace, you feel a light pounding in your head. You’re grateful, however, as you glance up at the sun drenched window, that it isn’t much worse. You recognize it could have been worse if you hadn’t eaten properly. If you hadn’t had water before bed.

If Charlie hadn’t ensured you had.

You glance up and notice another full glass of water on the night stand next to two sets of advil. Glancing back at the sleeping man beside you.

Charlie is daddy in every sense of the word.

~*~

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[roanniom]

never have i ever had “i love you sex” 😭

💞💞💞💞

Steve Harrington x Fem!reader

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Lol you know I thought I was doing this at the time but tbh I don’t think I’ve ever actually been in love (everyone cry for me, cool thanks) so haha never have I ever had “I love you sex”

Steve’s got you pressed into the mattress so deep your mind quickly flits to the fact that you might have to call out of work tmrw because there’s no way you’ll ever resurface in time. But your mind is immediately snapped back to the pleasure at hand when Steve’s hips snap against yours deliciously.

“What are you thinking about?” he asks softly. He’d noticed the way your hazy eyes had come back into focus. You take a shuddering breath and laugh.

“The fact that I never want to leave this bed,” you hum. “Or you.”

Steve’s smile is so genuinely sweet you feel yourself melt even deeper against the sheets.

“Wanna keep you here always,” he says quietly. Sincerely. It’s not a joke. He leans down to nuzzle against your neck. “You and me, baby.”

“We’ll have to eat eventually,” you chuckle. Your heart is beating and constricting so rapidly with the swell of your emotions that you’re desperate to diffuse it in some way. Make a joke where there is none. Steve shakes his head against you.

“Mmmm no,” he disagrees. His thrusts don’t increase in speed, but they somehow hit even deeper. Getting to the very core of you. His hands find yours and your fingers intertwine. For leverage, for grounding, you’re not sure. All you know is the weight of him as he presses his entire body against you, into you. It’s too hot. Too much. And yet not enough as you wind your legs around him and try to pull him even closer.

Steve moans softly in your ear.

“Just need this. Just need you.”

You’re not sure how your heart skips a beat when it’s been sputtering so fast, but you practically hiccup as you race to agree.

“Need you, Stevie.”

“Love you, baby.”

~*~

[roanniom]

Hello Valentine!!!

I have missed you terribly, and I'm so glad you're taking some time to write today. Tell me, what has Steve been up to with this god-forsaken cold front plaguing us in Midwest? I'm sure there's been at least a couple of snow days in Hawkins lately.

I love you!!! ❤️❤️❤️

Claire <3 Love of my life <3 My forever Valentine <3

Just for you we're going to fly right over to Hawkins and see what's going on in the Harrington residence.

Cold Out There

Steve Harrington x Reader

Warnings: SFW, fluff, small mention of Steve's neglectful parents but don't worry, he's doing great!

As I'm sure we're all well aware, Steve's parents' home is big and empty and drafty and all together oppressive. Especially with the cold front that has turned Hawkins into an icy wasteland.

So I'm sure you aren't surprised to learn that Steve is not at his parents' house. No. Instead he has been holding court at your place with you and all your shared friends. The fire is going, kept fed in no small part by Steve and Eddie's combined efforts to one up each other with your alarmingly dull ax. Robin and Max have been baking all day in your cramped kitchen, keeping your poor old oven cranking to help heat up your small, shittily insulated home.

You have been working with Dustin and Mike on designing a new campaign that you're all going to begin playing once the sun goes down (Eddie gets a much needed, if not begrudging, break from DMing so he can play for once). Will, Lucas, and El are out braving the storm to acquire more snacks to keep you all going for the foreseeable future, because the cold weather has shown no indication of stopping anytime soon.

When Steve walks in, red faced and runny-nosed, with an armful of fresh firewood, he takes in the scene before him. You and the boys squabbling with Eddie as he tries to tell you that you've formatted your character sheets wrong. Max flustered and covered in flour as she barks at Robin for forgetting to put baking powder in the latest round of muffins (though Robin is doing a really bad job at hiding her laughter in the face of the red-head's fury).

It's all so...warm. In spite of the blistering cold outside, Steve feels himself heating up from his toes all the way to the tips of his ears. It gets so hot, so suddenly, that he drops the firewood and strips off his jacket as fast as possible.

You notice his sudden movements out of the corner of your eye and look over in time to notice the most peculiar look on his face. You abandon your current argument without so much as an excuse.

"Hey, I'm not finished criticizing you guys yet!" Eddie calls out after you. You throw a middle finger over your shoulder passively as Dustin and Mike dogpile on top of their shrieking dungeon master.

Steve watches you with misty eyes as you approach.

"What's going on over here, Mr. Harrington?" you ask softly. Steve stares down at you with an equally soft smile.

"It's really warm in here."

"Well yeah..." you hesitate, looking around. "I guess we've been over doing it maybe with the baking and the fireplace. Maybe we can cool it for a while - ,"

"No no!" Steve interrupts, grabbing you by the waist. You look back up at him to see that his soft smile has grown into a full grin. "Leave it. It's perfect."

You relax into his hold, your own arms winding up around his neck.

"You're an odd one, Steve Harrington," you quip. But he can tell by your answering grin that you understand where is mind is at.

It's cold outside. But your hearts are alight in here, amidst the glow of everyone you love.

(And some you'd like to lovingly punch. Ahem, Eddie Munson).

~*~

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[roanniom]

eddie buying a box of kids’ valentines at the store and filling them out for you and leaving them all over for you to find. adorable menace <3

💞💞💞💞

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Haha aww I saw your follow up ask saying the Valentines are like these and I soooo see it.

You're doing your make up in the bathroom and open the medicine cabinet to find one propped between the bottles. The inside says "I think you're sweet" in Eddie's scrawled handwriting. It makes you chuckle and shake your head but you go about continuing to get ready.

The next one you find between the toaster and the bread box when you wander in to make breakfast. You find that the coffee pot is freshly brewed also, which is odd because Eddie supposedly left for work half an hour prior. Suspicious, you open this second card to find it says "And by sweet I mean I love tasting you."

You gasp and slam the card shut, looking around wildly as if anyone else would be in your apartment looking over your shoulder.

"Eddie?" you call out quietly. Not really expecting him to be around the corner but now obviously more suspicious that's the case. You roll your eyes and make your breakfast, trying to ignore the thought of your man doing your favorite thing in the world to you when you know you have a full day of productivity ahead of you.

The third card you find on top of your purse, which you find is resting on a box of chocolates on the couch. Inside it says "For Valentine's Day I got you your favorite sweet treat - chocolate. So it's only fair you give me mine in return."

You're already beginning to huff at the absurdity of it all but before you can think on it a second more you're being tossed onto the couch by a very not-at-work-Eddie. He's got you on your back, skirt flipped up in two seconds flat.

"Edward Munson!" you cry out, unable to keep the laugh out of your voice. He looks at you from between your legs, hair disheveled and face confused.

"What?"

"Its...we...what about work?" you sputter, completely unable to argue under any other pretense because his thumb is already massaging your clit through your panties and you cannot count on your body to hide your reactions. Bitch. Eddie gives you a brilliant smile.

"That's what you're worried about? I called us both out."

Your last resolve snaps like a fucking twig and you grab him by the back of his head, pulling him against your core.

"Thank fucking god."

~*~

[mina-logan]

“More”

[mina-logan]

“They think I fell on purpose.”

[roanniom]

MINA THIS IS SO GOOD!

[roanniom]

Is it weird of me to admit that I have not watched the newest season of Stranger Things?

[roanniom]

Hello

Here to say that I just finished the last episode of Heated Rivalry and I will never recover from this show.

It was perfect.

That is all.

[roanniom]

I wanna say best friend Steve, who doesn’t get why you’re insecure and wants to hype you up…

Reflections

Best Friend!Steve Harrington x Fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY, friends to lovers, light angst from body image issues but it resolves, PIV sex / mirror sex, praise, groping, a LOT of fluff

You’re getting ready for a party and he’s waiting for you but you’re taking foreeeeever and he’s so BORED. He’s flopped on your bed with an arm over his eyes moaning about how late you two will be. But then he realizes you’ve been in your closet for a long time and you’re really quiet.

“Babe? C’mon, what’s going on? Get outta there.”

When you finally do, Steve’s eyes go wide. He’s never seen you in something so form fitting. Something that hugs every delicious curve and exposes the hills and valleys of you. His mouth goes dry and suddenly he’s feeling all hot and clammy like a fucking teenager again.

Keep it together, Harrington. You used to run shit and now you’re getting stiff over your best friend? He swallows thickly at the thought and wrenches his gaze up to your face, startled to find you frowning.

“What’s wrong?” he asks and you throw your arms up into the air.

“What do you mean what’s wrong?” you huff, walking over to the mirror. Steve steps up behind you, doing his best to maintain a respectful distance. Your hands grab meanly at the rounded parts of you and your frown deepens. “This doesn’t fit how I wanted it to and I look awful and -,”

You’re cut off suddenly by the massive snort of a laugh Steve let’s out behind you. You glare daggers at him over your shoulder through the mirror.

“What the fuck, Harrington?!”

Steve continues chuckling but puts his hands heavy on your shoulders, good natured and soothing.

“I’m sorry but you’re fucking crazy if you think you look awful. You’ve gotta be pulling my leg here, babe.”

Your jaw tenses as it does every time he calls you ‘babe.’ Reminding yourself that he’s your friend and nothing more, regardless of the way his fingers are digging into your muscles, you shake your head petulantly.

“I look like bag of lumps,” you argue.

“Nah, you look like one of those paintings we saw on that field trip to that museum in Indianapolis,” he says wistfully, no longer pretending to not be appraising you in the mirror. Despite your lingering trepidations you can’t lie to yourself. You like the feeling of his eyes on your body.

“You calling me Rubenesque?” you ask, finally quirking a smile. Steve’s answer grin is huge, glad you’re no longer frowning.

“Look, I have no idea what that means but if it’s good, then yeah.” He shrugs and takes you in again, scanning your figure with eyes that finally settle on your ass, no longer looking in the mirror. You feel heat spread through you while he licks his lips unconsciously. “But really I’m calling you sexy.”

“Sexy?” you groan, ruffling with discomfort and squeezing your eyes shut against embarrassment. “Shut up, Harrington!”

Steve’s eyebrows shoot up.

“What?”

“Just shut up, will you?”

“Why? Because I called you sexy?” he asks defensively.

You curl in on yourself covering your ears.

“Stop fucking saying that word.”

“No. I won’t, you weirdo,” Steve laughs, grabbing you by the waist and wrestling you back to full height. You fight against him weakly by wriggling in his arms but his grip is firm. He locks eyes with you in the mirror and forces you to hold the contact. “You’re fucking hot, okay? Deal with it.”

“Ok fine, hot is a word that, while an exaggeration, I can maybe live with,” you respond, rolling your eyes. Steve shakes his head. It’s not lost on you that his grip tightens on your waist.

“But you’re also sexy,” he continues to insist. When you loll your head to the side in discomfort he has to steel himself so he doesn’t lean down and inhale the scent of your perfume on your exposed neck. He shakes you a bit and your head lolls to the other side. “What’s your problem with that word.”

“Because, Steve,” you harumph, slapping your hands over your eyes to hide your face. “Calling someone ‘sexy’ implies that people would willingly have sex with them.”

Steve is momentarily silent but the puff of air that you feel on your neck from his sudden and harsh exhale makes goosebumps erupt on your skin. It’s his turn to frown darkly at you.

“Is that a joke?”

“The idea of people willing to have sex with me?” you ask, reaching to dig and elbow back into his ribs. “Yeah. A big joke. Haha Ho Ho. That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you.”

Steve’s mouth flattens into a tight line.

“Lots of people want to have sex with you.” He says it bluntly. It’s not an argument. He’s not trying to convince you. Just stating it as if it’s fact.

And now it’s your turn to snort.

“As the sexual object in question, who has been so celibate it’s like her virginity has been reinstated, I’m gonna have to beg to differ with you, buddy.”

Steve stiffens behind you. You’re best friends. He knew about your dry spell, but he hadn’t realized the extent to which it had messed with your confidence. It makes him almost shake with a sudden rage he doesn’t understand. Not at you, of course. But at the situation. At the male population of Hawkins who clearly don’t have fucking eyeballs let alone brains to comprehend what a catch you are.

He’d been nursing his own pathetic crush on you since that first day you’d waltzed into Scoops Ahoy and immediately turned down his over the top advances. You’d laughed him off as completely unserious and the two of you began an unlikely friendship born of teasing, complaining, and messing with Dustin and Robin. Steve had swallowed his attraction to you, letting it surface only in moments when he could appreciate you without you noticing. Which means “appreciating” your ass when you bend over to pick something up. Or “appreciating” your tits when you bend over to pick something else up. The fact that you haven’t noticed how consistently Steve drops shit is honestly concerning.

Steve’s not a particularly eloquent guy. He can be smooth when he wants to be, but if his current season of striking out constantly has taught him anything, it’s the fact that he isn’t getting any better at speaking. All he knows is he’s desperate to change the look on your face that says you don’t believe in your own looks.

He doesn’t think. He just pulls you against the front of his body roughly, closing the gap he had been maintaining.

“Steve, what - oh!” you gasp when you feel it. Him. Hard against you, his fingers digging into your sides to keep you pressed to him. Steve lowers his head to speak in your ear, all the while maintaining eye contact with you in the mirror.

“You’re more than a sexual object,” he says roughly. Then his hands drop to the sides of your thighs, applying pressure as he slides them up to map the slopes of your curves. “But if that’s what you wanna be, believe me. You’ve got takers, babe.”

“Steve…” you mumble under your breath. Your eyes are wide and fixed on him. Lips wetted and parted as you inhale shallowly.

Well. At least he’d managed to get the frown off your face.

Steve does his best to analyze the look in your eyes through the mirror. He doesn’t want to make you more upset accidentally. You gape for a second, remaining silent, and his hands follow the same path back down your curves, sliding around to press into the roundness of your lower belly to push you more securely against his erection.

“You’re…you’re just trying to make me feel better…” you finally say weakly. Steve’s hands slide back up to hold your hips, pressing into the dip of your waist to savor in a supple roundedness present there as well. Your eyelids flutter for a second at the touch.

“So are you saying this is making you feel better?” He asks. You don’t respond so he rolls his eyes. “You think I got hard just to make you feel better? Seriously?”

“Well I don’t know how it works…” you sputter indignantly. Steve laughs into your hair.

“Yeah I don’t believe that for a second. I think you know exactly how it works and that’s why you find it so fun to mess with me all the damn time.”

Your brow furrows and Steve shakes his head.

“Cut the crap. You do shit to turn me on every single day. It has to be intentional at this point.”

Your mouth opens and you struggle to respond.

“I don’t know what you’re…I’m not doing anything.” Then your face screws up in frustration. “If you’re making fun of me, I swear to god, Steve, I’ll -,”

“Does this feel like I’m making fun of you?!” Steve says abruptly, grinding against you. Your dress is so short that this time it rides up with the pressure, making it so that his clothed cock presses between the plush of the backs of your thighs.

You want to protest, but the moan that rips from your throat doesn’t sound much like a protest. Steve groans in your ear and your eyes whip up from where they’d rested on his hands to find his face. The hunger in his expression steals your breath.

“You cant…you can’t really want this,” you mutter. You can’t want me, is what you mean. It makes a lump form in Steve’s throat. Makes him want to hold you even closer, so he does.

“I do,” he contradicts, rocking himself against you consistently now. He’s encouraged by the way you shiver and grip at his wrists. Not pulling him off you but anchoring him to you instead. Steve brings his face to the side of yours, staring till you turn your head to look at him. In real life this time and not through the mirror. He’s disconcertingly close and your breath stutters in your chest. His eyelids are half mast as he takes you in. “The question is…do you want this?”

You kiss him before you can think any deeper about what’s going on. You kiss him before you can convince yourself that this is a prank or a pity kiss or anything else other than an attractive man you care about lavishing you with physical affection. Steve’s eyes slam shut easily and he holds you close in this awkward position. Craning your neck around as his front is pressed still to your back. His lips are insistent and hot and wet and quickly he’s forcing yours open so his tongue can slip in.

You practically swoon over the combination of his hands and his lips and his tongue. His dick presses more insistently against you and you find yourself pressing back. Shimmying your was a bit to create more friction. Triumph shooting through you when Steve let’s out a quiet, low “Fuck” in response.

When you finally pull away for a oxygen, you straighten up and look at Steve and yourself in the mirror again. You look absolutely debauched out of no where. Eyes hazy, lids low, hair and dress askew, chest rising and falling in a restless pant. Steve ignores the opportunity to breathe, instead using the pause to start kissing your neck.

You watch him work at your skin. His jaw moving and throat tensing and releasing. His hair wild and disheveled in a way that makes him look even more sinfully delicious than normal. It really isn’t fair.

You’ve always been attracted to Steve Harrington. You have eyes and a healthy libido after all. But you’d never believed someone like him could want someone like you. You did believe, however, that you were a perfect match in every respect other than aesthetic. He needed someone to challenge him. Someone to keep him humble while also supporting him and building him up. You had plenty of confidence in your humor, intelligence, and overall personality, so him becoming your best friend made sense when you both fell into it.

But with his body against yours now, it’s the first time you’ve ever even considered the meaning behind his flirtatiousness. The intent behind the hands he places comfortingly on your shoulders or thighs. Hope bloomed hot and hesitant in your core as you watched his hands begin to roam and grope at parts he’d never dared touch before.

“This…this okay?” he asks into your skin as he tentatively cups one of your breasts. He cracks an eye open to look at you in the mirror and when you nod, he allows his hand to close tighter around you. You swallow another moan.

“Steve?”

“Yeah?” he whispers back, not looking up from your tits which he’s begun massaging through your dress. You grasp at his wrist and shake him to get his attention.

“Steve.”

The strain in your voice has his eyes snapping up to yours and his hands stopping immediately. He looks sheepish.

“Do you not like that? I can stop -,”

He goes to remove his hands from your chest but you slam your hands down over the backs of his to keep him fondling you.

“No!” you say hastily. Steve seems confused so you continue. “Remember what you said about there being ‘takers’ for me?”

Steve bites his lip, not enjoying the thought of how many other guys would find you thoroughly fuckable. But he nods.

“Yeah?”

“Well…” you say before you can overthink and ruin this. Your mind is reeling and your body is aching. The signs are too clear to question and even if this wasn’t what it seemed to be, you didn’t feel strong enough to look a gift horse in the mouth. You bite your own lip. “Would you…would you take me?”

Steve stops breathing. You can tell because his breaths were coming in heavy before and now suddenly his chest is still against your back. You don’t let yourself question it. Instead you widen your stance and lean over, flattening your palms against the wall on either side of the mirror. In the reflection of the glass Steve gets a good look down your dress into the cleavage below. Looking behind you he gets a good look up your dress where it’s ridden up, revealing a pair of dainty lace panties.

The groan that rips through him seems to restart his lungs because suddenly he’s practically hyperventilating behind you. His hands land heavy on your hips and he grinds against you with even more purpose. Steve’s instinct is to ask again if you’re sure, but you hum a low “yess” and drop your head to hand between your arched shoulders. 

You’re into this. Maybe even as much as he is. It’s time to man the fuck up and take what he wants. What you want to give him. 

So Steve places his hand on the dip of your lower back to encourage a deeper arch. You oblige him, sticking your ass out further in the process, and he groans. 

“I’ll show you how you should be treated, babe, don’t you worry,” Steve says hoarsely. A thrill runs through you at his words but he continues. “But you have to do one thing for me.”

“Anything,” you answer breathlessly. You’re surprised by your own enthusiasm but you can’t help it, visions running through your mind of what he could ask of you. You mentally prepared yourself to drop to your knees, mouth already prematurely watering. 

“Acknowledge how sexy you are,” he says, suddenly wrenching you upwards so you can see yourself more fully in the mirror again. Your back is once more flush with his chest and you moan at the sight of his hand wrapping lightly, delicately around the base of your throat. 

“That....I’m...” you struggle with the words and then shake your head. Steve’s hand slides down and pulls at one strap and then the other, letting gravity do the work of exposing your breasts to the air and him. Steve’s eyes roll back and he bites his fist. 

“I mean come on,” he moans. He gestures to your chest. “What the fuck is this? You’re the hottest girl I’ve ever seen.”

You can barely meet his intense gaze in the mirror but try your best. 

“You...wouldn’t have dated me in high school.”

Steve blinks. Completely taken back by the juxtaposition of your sudden vulnerability and the absolute fantasy of having your body against him, tits out and ready to be fucked. It takes a second for his brain to work through it but then he’s laughing.

“We wouldn’t have even been friends in high school. I would have made fun you and Robin if we’d ever crossed paths. Probably would have beaten the shit out of Dustin if he’d been old enough. And you know why?” he asks. You’re confused by his laughter so you shake your head and he continues. “Because I was an absolute asshole. It’s a me problem. High school Steve was a dick and honestly you’re better off not even knowing him.”

His tone is flippant but you can see the strain in his features. He feels guilt about his past and you know that. You suddenly feel guilty for letting your insecurities drag up an ancient history that you know he’s more than happy to move past. Comforted, you squeeze one of his hands that now rests on your hip and smile.

“And these days you’re only sometimes a dick,” you tease. Steve’s smile becomes more genuine, but his features screw up when you catch him off guard and bend over again, grinding against his still present erection. His fingers dig into your hips harshly.

“I’ll show you a dick,” he hisses, pressing into you in a shallow thrust. It’s absurd and it makes you laugh, finally free of the tension that had coated everything up to this point.

“Please do, Harrington. You’ve kept me waiting,” you respond, impatiently wiggling your hips. Steve abruptly pushes the bottom of your dress up, exposing your ass and leaving all of the material bunched around your middle. He lands a slap against your right ass cheek that has you squealing, finding his eyes in the mirror. They glint with mischief.

“I know you liked that. You forget you’ve told me what gets you hot,” he says simply. You flashback to the weed fueled honesty session in the Family Video parking lot you both had had one night and tingles erupt at the thought of what else he might remember. But then you remember what he’d said.

“Yeah well you like it when a girl touches herself, right?” you say cockily, lifting one hand from the wall and brining it to slide from your jaw, down your neck, to cup your breast and play with your nipple. While doing so you accentuate the curve in your back. Steve watches, swallowing audibly, but then fast as lightning rips your hand away from yourself and presses it back to the wall. His full body doubles over yours. You gasp.

“Usually I do, yeah. But I’ve waited so long that right now only I get to touch this body, understand?” You’re nodding before you can even think about it. When he trusts that you’ll leave both your hands pressed to the wall, Steve let’s his hands return to you. He slides up from your knees to grip fully at your inner thighs. He manhandles your hips, moving them side to side in order to grind your ass against his tented jeans. He palms up your soft stomach beneath the bunched dress. And then he cups your breasts, rolling your nipples between his fingers, making you gasp again. His chuckle is low.

“See this is better. I’m the one who appreciates this body anyway. I should give her what she deserves.”

Your eyes are heavy lidded as they hold one another in the reflection. There’s hunger there that you’ve never known in your short lived sexual experience and suddenly you know for a goddamn fact that if this man is not inside you soon you will combust.

“Steve can you…can we just…?” You move against him impatiently and he leans in to kiss your neck with a chuckle.

“I’ve got you, babe. No need to beg.” The cockiness makes you roll your eyes but you hate that a fresh wave of wetness coats the tops of your inner thighs.

“I wasn’t gonna beg.”

“You weren’t gonna beg?” Steve asks, feigning shock. Your hands ball into fists against the wall.

“Pull your fucking pants down, Harrington.”

“Can do,” Steve says with a big grin. He unbuckles his belt and pulls down his jeans swiftly, in spit of how tight they are, leaving them and his underwear bunched at his thighs. He pushes you down farther and you have to strain to look up and watch him.

Over the curve of your ass you are treated to the sight of Steve Harrington stroking his massive cock. He hadn’t been called King Steve for nothing, that was for sure. His fist moves over it smoothly and with a familiarity that has you jealous of his fucking hand. Your eyes are wide and he seems pleased by your reaction.

“This work for you?” he teases. You bite your lip and consider your response.

“You’re sexy, Steve Harrington.”

A flush spreads across his face and down your neck and you’ve never been so smug in your entire life. But to his credit Steve clears his throat and grins.

“Thank you, babe,” he says before leaning over your body and rutting his cock against your core, leaving you gasping. He chuckles in your ear. “See, that’s how you take a compliment.”

“It’s not a compliment when it’s a fact, Steve,” you argue. But then he’s pulling down your panties and your legs begin to shake in anticipation.

“I don’t know because this is both a compliment and a fact - you’re fucking soaked!” he groans, running two fingers through your folds to collect the slick there. He flashes you a smile in the mirror that you can’t return because he suddenly sinks two fingers into you, causing your jaw to drop. “Which sexy thing in the mirror did this to you - you or me.”

“Shut - fuck. Shut up, Harrington,” you grit out.

He laughs and starts kissing your neck in tandem to his thrusting fingers. You bite back a moan, especially when his free hand lifts to play with your nipple. As someone who’d never been afforded much foreplay, you probably could have taken him two minutes into your argument, but Steve Harrington is warming you up. Getting you ready for him. And the realization makes you want to melt into a puddle at his feet.

When he adds a third finger and your hips work overtime, practically riding his hand, Steve finally pulls away, pressing a swirl into your clit that has you spasming as he takes his hand from between your legs.

“I think you’re good and ready,” he mutters, almost to himself. You nod feverishly up at him, swiveling your neck to try and see him directly. He shakes his head and nudges you back to the mirror. “No you’re gonna watch. You’re gonna watch me fuck you and see how well you take it.”

His words almost have your eyes rolling back in your head, but you hum an affirmative and go back to watching him in the mirror. Steve rubs the head of his cock through your folds and the way his face crumbles in pleasure has you absolutely preening. Then a sudden thought has your back rigid.

“Steve. Condom,” you say softly but urgent. His eyes snap open and he’s nodding immediately.

“Yeah sorry. Sorry!” He leans down and nips at the swell of your ass playfully and you yelp at the casual intimacy of it, heating up further as he reaches into the pocket of his bunched up jeans and pulls a foil packet from his wallet.

“How old is that?” you challenge with a cocked brow. He studies the packet for a second before looking up at you grinning.

“New enough that it’s not expired but old enough to have been collecting dust in there for a while,” he says, ripping it open and rolling the condom over his length. You bite your lip at the subtle confirmation that he hasn’t been with anyone else for a long time, trying to tamp down how good that makes you feel. Steve notices. “You like that? The fact that you’re the only one?”

You roll your eyes and repeat the refrain of the night.

“Shut up, Harrington.”

Steve pushes forward, one hand wrapped around the base of his dick, the other hand grounding on your hip. He spreads your folds with the head to cover himself in your slick. You sigh at the feeling.

“You’re not the only one whose been in a dry spell,” he says with a chuckle. You groan, letting your eyes slide closed while the hand that’s on your hip slips between your thighs to rub circles into your clit. He’s making you wetter. Prepping you further to accommodate his size. Again you feel overwhelmed by his attentiveness and how different this is from all your previous experiences. “You know the difference between us though, right?”

“Hm?” you ask, fully distracted by the pressure of his cock at your entrance and his finger on your bud.

“The difference is my dry spell is cuz I was waiting for you.” He says it simply. As if he’s not dropping a bomb on you in an incredibly intimate moment. Your eyes fly open and find his in the mirror and he’s grinning but this isn’t a joke. Your mouth opens to respond but the only thing that comes out is a moan when he chooses that exact moment to push all the way into you.

The feeling is otherworldly. It’s a stretch you’ve never felt and it’s got your legs turning to jelly and your face crumpling just on the line between pleasure and pain. You search for Steve’s face again in the mirror like a tether in a storm and he looks as overwhelmed as you feel. His eyes are screwed shut and he’s biting his lip so hard you’re worried because you sure as fuck want to kiss those plush lips again.

“St-Steve…” you all but whimper. He finds you in the mirror and looks almost distraught.

“Sorry yeah I’ll move it’s just…fuck.”

The desperation in his tone is such a boost to your ego that it’s got you rocking back into him.

“Feels good, Steve.” It comes out in practically a slur, but it seems music to his ears with the way he leans forward, gripping your waist and pulling out inch by inch.

“Feels incredible,” he contradicts before slamming back in. The suddenness of the movement has you clenching around him with surprise and he groans, fingers digging into your soft flesh. “Baby. Baby.”

Baby.

Not babe. Baby.

You hear the word ringing in your ears and your entire body reacts, letting him drive in even deeper somehow. It punches the air out of your lungs and you don’t let yourself think before responding.

“I like that.” It comes out in a rush. Steve huffs a laugh and starts finding a regular pace.

“You like that, huh? That the spot?”

“No,” you try responding but cut yourself off with a gasp. “I mean yeah, but no. I mean I…like you calling me baby.”

Steve’s eyes melt watching you. Saying sweet shit like that while taking his cock so well.

“Good. I wanna keep calling you baby,” he says quietly. 

Your gazes connect and you could swear your hearing cuts out. Time stops and everything in your view fades into fuzzy blurriness, leaving only room for him. Steve had slowed his thrusts, but as you focus on one another he renews his efforts. Not going faster, per se, but harder. Deeper. Your hands do what they can to keep you propped up against the wall, but soon your cheek is mashed against the mirror. You’re completely unable to stop the momentum of his thrusts from driving you forward with each upswing. 

“Defeats the purpose - fuck! Of the mirror if you’re not watching the show, baby,” Steve grunts out after a few minutes. Sweat has begun beading on his forehead and he’s losing patience with the distance between you. He’s enjoying fucking you from behind - it’s usually his favorite way of fucking - but there’s something missing. Before long he’s pulling out, much to your vocal protestation, and hauling you over to your long empty bed. 

“Wanna do this now,” he says as explanation. You don’t care. All you care about is the relief you feel when he sinks back into you. He has you on your back now, knees pushed up to your ribs. But you do care when everything comes into focus and you realize his face is right there. And the weight of his body is on you and around you and suddenly you need nothing more on this earth than to kiss him. 

So you do.

Steve hums into your mouth when you lurch up to press it to his. Your tongues fight for dominance and a line of saliva connects you when you finally part enough to pant for much needed air.

“Holy shit, Steve. Fuck!” You slam your head back down against the pillow, doing your best to lift your hips to meet each of his thrusts.

“I’m kinda mad we haven’t been doing this all along,” Steve admits with a grunting laugh.

“We were friends,” you reason, bucking against him when his fingers find your clit again. with the way he has you folded in half, the added stimulation has you rocketing towards orgasm at a breakneck pace.

“Aha, ‘were?’ So we’re not friends anymore?” Steve asks.

“How many friends have you been inside?” you ask, but then your eyes widen. “Never mind, I don’t want to know the answer to that.”

Steve barks out a laugh, shaking his head before pressing his forehead to yours.

“Only you, baby,” he says good-naturedly. “Don’t think I can settle for just friends now, though.”

“No?” you ask absently. You’re beginning to ascend and losing yourself in the feeling. He can tell by the way you’re beginning to spasm irregularly around him.

“No, I need the whole sexy package,” he teases. You hear even more than before at the implication. That he might want all of you, and for more than just this, in this moment. You bite your lip and don’t say anything but his lips find your throat and you whimper. Steve sounds impatient when he speaks again. “Tell me you want me, too.”

You blink up at the ceiling and sputter.

“Wh-what?”

Steve pulls back, his thrusts slowing to a roll. He looks a little more tense. A little more vulnerable.

“You’re not the only one who needs to hear it, you know.”

You almost laugh at that but swallow it when you see he’s serious.

“Of course I want you,” you respond firmly. “Obviously.”

“It’s not obvious to me…” he mutters, dropping eye contact. You crane your neck to follow him.

“Steve, you’re hot as fuck - ,”

“That’s not -,” he tries to cut you off dismissively but you continue over him.

“AND you’re my best friend. I love being with you. In any way.” You roll your pelvis and look shyly up at him when he meets your gaze again. “But I’ve been wanting this way the most.”

Steve perks up, his hand grabbing yours.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“You wanted this?”

“Since that first time we spoke at Scoops Ahoy,” you confess. Steve’s thrusts come in faster now so your breathing picks up again. He snorts indignantly.

“I asked you out that day! You turned me down!”

“Well yeah, cuz I thought you were still a dick back then, Steve,” you reply with a massive smile. “We’ve been over this. Oh god…”

“You like this dick now, though, don’t you baby,” he intones, nothing but smooth Harrington charm. You don’t have it in you anymore to laugh or disagree.

“Mmmmhm…”

“You know you’re beautiful, right?” You seem just fucked out enough at this point that you finally won’t protest and he’s right. Your head lolls around on the pillow and you blink up at him dumbly. Steve takes in the bouncing of your breasts and the way your curves jiggle with each impact and he swears under his breath. “Gonna remind you how beautiful you are till you believe me, baby.”

He drives himself in all the way to hilt, holding himself there deep inside you till you’re clawing at him and clinging to him, moaning around gasps. Steve’s huge, but even better than that is the fact that he knows what to do with it. You ache with the supreme stretch of him. Pulse around his throbbing length in a way that makes you dizzy while you look up at him with glassy eyes that show you’re at least kind of understanding the depth of what he’s saying to you.

Steve can’t even begin to comprehend how he was lucky enough to finally find himself in this position. With you beneath him, staring up at him as if he hung the moon and the stars rather than simply stating plain, painfully obvious facts. He sees the crease in your brow as you wrestle with all the emotion he’s making you feel, however, and he wants to ease it. There’s been enough agony tonight. Right now, all he wants you to feel is pleasure.

“Hey,” he whispers suddenly, leaning forward and nuzzling his nose against yours as his thrusts start up again. A hazy smile lights up your features.

“Hey,” you respond weakly.

“Still worried you’re not fuckable?” he teases. You huff a laugh that barely sounds like one because Steve chooses that moment to return his fingers to your clit, making you whimper.

“You seem to…mmm. You like…oh fuck…”

“Easy for you to say,” Steve chuckles, but the heat’s not lost on him either at this point. His face is screwed up in pleasure and the arm holding him up beside you is beginning to shake. He’s so fucking close, he just needs you to cum first because no matter the growth he’s gone through, he’s still King Steve and he’s gotta break you first for his ego, damn it.

Finally you whimper the magic words.

“Steve! Oh…’m so close…there…”

Steve knows what that means, so he changes nothing about what he’s doing, just focuses on doing it better. A deeper push against your sweet spot. A harder swirl against your clit.

“Come on, baby, c’mon,” he talks you through it and then you’re crashing over the edge. Seizing in his arms and clamping down on him in every way possible. Constricting your arms and legs around him. Pussy spasming and locking him in, making it hard to continue to steadily pull in and out.

The sudden onslaught of pressure has Steve toppling over soon after. He lets out a guttural grown and buries his face in your neck, his hips stuttering into yours as he spills into the condom. Though it accepts none of his cum, your pussy milks his pulsing cock for all its worth. His shuddering breath matches your own and you gasp and cling to one another as you slowly come back to earth.

It’s quiet for a few minutes in the aftermath. Aside from your combined slowing pants, of course. Steve’s face is still buried in your neck and it takes a while for you to regain feeling enough to recognize that he’s administering soft kisses to the skin there.

It all floods back into focus. The fact that you had been getting ready for a party (one that you were now astronomically late to). The insecurities you had exposed to your best friend. The insecurities your best friend had exposed to you.

You want to be worried about it. You want to feel stressed about what this will do to your friendship and about how he will look at you when he finally pulls back and sees you sweaty and disheveled and…and…and…

And Steve pulls back to give you the softest smile you’ve ever seen. And he’s sweaty. And disheveled. And luminous. Before you even realize it you’re stretching out your hand to touch his cheek. His eyes slide closed as he leans into your touch. Turns to press a kiss into your palm.

Your lip quivers and you do your best to swallow any of the negative self talk that had tried to bubble to the surface. When Steve’s eyelids float open again he sighs.

“I know you were thinking about it, but we’re not making it to that fucking party. I don’t care what you say.”

The laugh you let out is strangled. Rocketed right back to old times and the root of your teasing friendship. You go to swat at him and he grabs your wrist, nipping at the back of your hand.

“Hey, it’s your fault for being so sexy. Think I got my fill fucking you once? Not a chance, baby.”

His grin lights up the room. You manage to match it.

“Shut up, Harrington.”

~*~

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ISSA PLS IMAGINE: steve pulls you into the empty locker rooms/showers after a late night swim practice/gym session/basketball game

Late Night Swim

Steve Harrington x Fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY, semi public sex (in a public place but nobody is around), unprotected sex, quickie, coworkers to lovers

You have a tradition, now that you’ve started going to the community college. After your last night class on Thursdays, you treat yourself for a lads dip in the pool at the rec center. Nobody’s ever around by that point and you’ve got a key because you work part time at the center - checking out sports equipment and towels and other amenities to your fellow students in order to pay for tuition.

This particular Thursday you’re more distracted than normal when you barge into the pool room. It’s been a long day and you’re frustrated with your professors, your workload, hell - even your classmates. None of whom know how to carry their own weight in a group project, which is why you haven’t slept in what feels like days by the time you get to the other side of your group presentation and finally get to indulge in your weekly ritual.

You strip off your clothes with your back to the water, muttering to yourself about the injustices of the academic world. So you don’t notice that someone has been swimming deep, quiet laps in the pool. Without paying any particular attention you turn and jump blindly in, plunging into the water and almost right into a very wet, very bewildered Steve Harrington.

He bursts to the surface just in time to hear your screams echo in the cavernous pool room.

“Jesus fuck Christ, you trying to kill me?!” he gasps, choking on chlorinated water.

You sink low so you’re up to your chin in the water, your hands slapping over your face in shock.

“Me?! You scared the shit out of me, Steve!”

Steve sputters a bit more but you’re relieved to find him laughing as he uselessly wipes water droplets from his face with his wet hand.

“What the hell are you doing here in the middle of the night? Besides attempted murder?” he asks with a good natured huff.

“Breaking and entering, same as you,” you laugh.

Steve Harrington has been working with you at the rec center for the past few months. He’s been steadily paying for business classes one by one in an attempt get his life kick started. A few years late to the college game, but who’s counting? Not you. Not you who certainly hasn’t confirmed his birth year and done the math to make sure that the age gap between you is respectably minuscule..

As you bob around one another in the water, you try not to think about the fact that Steve’s one of the things that’s got you stressed today. Your little harmless crush on him has magnified in the last few weeks, and it’s made watching him flirt with girls who come into the rec center particularly painful. He often shoots and misses, to be fair, but your heart cringes each time it registers his cute nose scrunch of defeat and the way he seeks you out across the room to shrug. Like he just knows you’d watched him carefully as he struck out.

“You come here every night?” he asks then, shaking his shaggy head and raining water droplets on you. You laugh and splash him back.

“Only on Thursdays. And I’ve never seen you here before, so I’d say you’re trespassing on my peace, Harrington.” Your grin belies your taunting.

“I’d gladly leave you alone in here but I don’t think that would be safe,” he says with mock sincerity. He looks over his shoulder before whispering conspiratorially. “You’re too pretty, you know?”

You feel your muscles seize and your stomach flip. Steve’s been flirtatious with you before, but never like this. Never with his shirt off, chest hair exposed and wet with pool water, dripping locks messy and plastered on his forehead above eyes that glitter with humor.

“Oh yeah? Does being pretty put me in danger?” you ask coyly. You almost widen your eyes at your own brazenness. Steve grins and cocks his head to the side.

“I’d say it’s probably more dangerous for me that you’re pretty,” he says. His voice is quieter this time and suddenly you’re aware of just how close his body is to yours now in the water. Little waves bounce of his chest and lap onto yours and your breathing is coming in quicker.

Steve’s eyes are on your lips so you lick them.

“Well I…wouldn’t want to put you in danger of course…” you say. You slide your arms through the water, propelling you backwards. Away from Steve and towards the steps leading out of the pool. You maintain eye contact with him, and though at first he seems disappointed by the space you’ve put between you, his lips part in awe as you step out of the pool, showcasing your ass as you watch his reaction over your shoulder.

“Yeah that’s…that’s considerate of you…” he mumbles, deeply distracted. His eyes devour your dripping body, your wet swimsuit clinging to each curve. You’ve never felt this hot. This desired. And that must be what fuels you to keep enticing him.

“Have a safe swim, Harrington,” you say, giving him a cheeky (cheesy?) salute while you grab your things and head for the locker room.

You don’t even have to strain your ears to hear the frantic splashing as Steve gracelessly bounds out of the water, his feet slapping against concrete as he struggles to catch up to you. You don’t humor him with a backward glance, instead continuing on your way as if you don’t hear him.

You yelp, however, when a pair of wet arms grab you around the middle and pull you into a stall in the locker room.

“Steve!” you gasp, a smile on your face and he pushes you up against the closed door.

“You’re so fucking hot,” Steve practically groans before leaning in and kissing you. It’s all tongue and teeth and you gasp, allowing him immediate entrance into your mouth.

His fingers dig into your waist, wringing more water out of the material of your swimsuit.

“No. You are,” you counter in a moment when he lets you breathe. You still can’t believe you’re keeping up with the flirting. Who are you and where did your usually awkward self disappear to? Steve doesn’t seem to mind this change in personality. As a matter of fact, he seems to like it very much, if the way he presses his body to yours is any indicator.

You begin to feel a hardened bulge press against your thigh through his swim trunks, and when his hips rub pointedly against you a few times, it confirms it.

You pull away for another shuddering breath and Steve kisses his way to the valley between your tits.

“Been wanting to do this since your second shift, is that fucked up?” he asks with a chuckle.

“I’ve wanted it since you first handed me my name tag and made fun of my name.”

Steve says your name then and you cling to him. Pull him back to you for another kiss. As if doing so is the thing that will give you air, not the space between kisses.

Things get hot and heavy quick and soon everything is a blur. Of damp, tangled hair. Of hands slipping and groping. Of lashes filled with droplets. Everything’s steamy.

Everything’s wet.

You reach back to undo your top and Steve pulls away to watch, brows furrowing when he takes in the sight of your naked breasts.

“Oh god,” he says, and you laugh at his agony. Next you slide your bathing suit bottoms to the ground and Steve throws his hands in the air. “You’re trying to kill me.”

“You said it was dangerous to be around me,” you remind playfully. “I tried to leave you alone, but you’re the one who followed me.”

“Never said I was bright, did I?” He asks with a grin, caging you in against the wall of the stall. He kisses you deeply all over again. You reach down and push off his swim trunks. Your hand takes hold of his dick and begins stroking him. Steve moans into your mouth.

“Will…will you please fuck me?” You ask. Your timidity is finally betrayed by the hesitance in your voice, as well as the earnestness of your wording. You wish you could kick yourself, but Steve’s eyes soften.

“Yeah, baby. Especially when you ask so nicely.” The praise shoots straight to your blood stream and you preen. But you barely have a second to soak it in before Steve’s hoisting you up, pressing you against the wall and sliding his hard cock vertically through your folds.

“Oh fuck, Steve,” you whine out. Your hands scrabble for purchase on his back as you cling to him. “Oh please. Please.”

“Fuck, I don’t mean to make you beg, baby. Here you go.” The word ‘baby’ already has you feeling like you could see stars, but the second he sheathes himself inside you, you actually do see them.

It’s fast and dirty. But that’s exactly what you wanted from a locker room quickie. Or at least what you would have wanted if you’d ever been creative or horny enough to dream up this scenario.

Your back skids against the wall with each of his thrusts, and it should be uncomfortable - especially with the way your head keeps banging on the wall - but no. It feels good. All part of the pain that throbs and joins with the ache of being stretched deliciously too much too fast.

A chorus of “Steve” and “oh god” and “oh oh oh” fills the air of the locker room, the heels of you feet bouncing against his lower back.

“Feel so fucking good. Taking me so well,” Steve hums. He reaches between you and rubs messily at your clit. His hand slips around in your slick and the movement lacks nuance, but it does the trick. Especially when paired with the lewd squelching of his cocking pounding into you and the continuous stream of babbled dirty talk he seems to be spewing without thought.

When you cum, you cry out and constrict your arms and legs around him as much as possible. Trying to force him to stay inside you where you’d like him to be. Poised for round two, three - heck, round one million.

With the added pressure of your orgasming cunt, Steve reaches his peak too and slams you against the wall. His hips piston against you in a series of uneven thrusts, culminating in a final shuddering push and equally shuddering gasp on his part.

When Steve finally places you back down on your own wobbly legs, holding you steady by the waist. You take in your current state. You’re wet from pool water, sweat, and cum. You’re exhausted from a long day, the exertion of swimming, and also the exertion of being fucked against a wall within an inch of your life. You blink up at Steve. Still dazed. He seems to match your headspace.

“Wow…that…fuck…” he trails off breathlessly. You tease, waiting for regret or indifference of any other negative reaction to color his features but all he does is flash you a massive smile. “I’m gonna shower real quick and then I’m gonna take you back to my place so we can do that on a bed. Cool with you?”

It was, indeed, cool with you.

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Being Good

Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3k

Request:  Riding a pillow while jerking Steve off ;p - anon

Note: Wrote some of this drunk in the back of an uber on the way to meet up with friends for a party, so I like to think this is a very organic piece lol. If you saw that I posted this accidentally before it was finished, no you didn’t lol

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY, pillow riding, masturbation (m & f), alcohol consumption / drunkenness, brief fingering/fondling, dirty talk, Steve is a consent king and wants to do right by you so bb boi does his best to be good, even though you make it hard. So very hard. 

When you stumble through your front door after the party, you yank Steve in with you. Hands on his chest you slam him up against the adjacent wall after he barely manages to get the door closed, attaching your lips to his in a particularly lewd, loud kiss. His back arches against the wall.

“H-hold on, baby,” Steve chuckles, pulling you off him and breathing heavily. “Slow down.”

“I don’t wanna,” you argue, peppering kisses on Steve’s jaw and neck when he won’t let you attack his mouth again. He chuckles and allows you to maul him with affection, pushing him toward the couch, but he grabs your wrists when you start to unbuckle his belt.

“Woah woah woah, none of that.”

“Why not?” You ask, so indignant that it’s kind of cute.

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The Shift - Part 2

Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 9k~

Read Part 1 Here

Note: You can blame @millenialcatlady (lovingly) for the angst in this part. She is reminding me daily to appreciate a wider range of emotions in fic (i.e. more than horniness) and that spilled out big time here. You can also thank her for the length, because without the part that happens mid way, this part - as originally planned - would have been literally half as long lmao

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY, PIV sex / Unprotected sex / Car sex / semi public sex, fingering, teasing, dirty talk, slight degradation, slight praise kink, kinda inappropriate PDA in a grocery store, brief mention of masturbation (m), mentions of food and food consumption, Angst with a capital A (you are pretty mean to Steve at a certain point but then we realize you might have intimacy issues), enemies to lovers continuation

Steve is fucked. He knows it from the minute he touches you that he’s crossed a line he’s not going to be able to uncross. But you just got under his skin so much and on his nerves so frequently and the heat in that back room had been so unbearable he wanted to rip his clothes off - and yours in the process.

And that’s what’s got him banging his head against the counter today, while he sits overly early for his morning shift. He almost could have gotten away with blaming the heat - both the heat of the moment and the heat in that damn back room. He almost could have been able to chalk it up to a mix of repeated-bad-date-blue-balls and a hyperactive sex drive in need of an outlet.

But then he’d called you sweetheart. And you’d reacted like that.

And he’d said what he said.

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