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bad things with you
steve harrington x f!reader (smut)
when your best friend dresses up as leatherface for a costume party or when you find out steve harrington looks insanely good in a suit with a chainsaw in his hands.
warnings: MDNI! not proofread (sorry, I accidentally deleted this and I had to rewrite it and just gave up proofreading), chainsaw l can't stop thinking about that terrible gif of the texas chainsaw massacre 2 after I saw Steve with one), afab reader, reader is shorter than steve, rovickie, petnames, porn with a tiny bit of plot, softdom!steve, rough? sex, praise, degradation, choking, oral (m receiving + road head), fingering, bondage, hair pulling, penetration (p in v), backshots, multiple orgasms, a little bit of aftercare
INNOCENCE ༝
STEVE HARRINGTON stands in the middle of your pastel rug, sleeves rolled to his elbows, hair still damp from the shower he took in your tiny bathroom just to “get the garage smell off.” his eyes haven’t left you once since he locked the door.
you’re sitting on the edge of your bed in that soft cotton sleep set you usually wear alone — the one with the little strawberries printed across the shorts.
he likes the little set. you can tell by the way his jaw keeps flexing.
“look at me when m’talking to you, sweetheart,” he says, voice low, almost gentle. the gentleness is worse than yelling.
your eyes snap up. he’s already undoing his belt, slow, deliberate, the metal clinking like a warning bell.
“you still sleep with the little nightlight shaped like a fucking cloud?” he asks, nodding toward the corner. “that’s cute. makes me wanna ruin you even more.”
heat crawls up your throat. you try to answer but your tongue feels too big.
he steps closer until his knees brush yours. then he crouches, eye level, thumb dragging across your bottom lip until it catches on the corner of your mouth.
he spits — not politely, not a delicate string. it’s thick, messy, landing heavy on your tongue. you flinch at the wet heat of it.
“swallow,” he murmurs. “good girl. see? already learning.”
his palm cracks across your cheek — not hard enough to bruise tomorrow, just sharp enough to make your eyes water and your cunt clench around nothing. the sting blooms fast.
“you cried the first time i called you my pretty little whore,” he says, almost fond. “now you’re dripping just from a slap. progress.”
he stands again, belt sliding free. instead of using it the way you expect, he loops it loosely around your throat — not tight, just a reminder. a leash made of worn black leather.
“hands behind your back. hold your own elbows.”
you obey. the position pushes your chest out. he notices. of course he does.
he drags two fingers down the center of your throat, over the makeshift collar, then lower, between your breasts, until he hooks the hem of your tiny strawberry top and yanks it up over your head without bothering to take it off properly. the fabric bunches under your arms, trapping them.
“there she is,” he breathes. “my good girl’s finally starting to look like the filthy thing she really is.”
he pushes you back until you’re flat on the bed, knees bent at the edge, feet dangling. then he kneels between your thighs — not to eat you out, not yet. he hooks both index fingers into the waistband of your shorts and panties at once and drags them down just far enough to expose you, leaving the cotton tangled around your thighs like makeshift cuffs.
he spits again.
this time straight onto your cunt.
the wet sound is obscene. it drips down your folds, warm, thick, mixing with how soaked you already are.
“you’re making a mess on your strawberry sheets,” he tuts, mock disappointed. “what would your mom say if she knew her sweet baby girl lets boys spit on her pussy?”
your hips twitch upward involuntarily.
he slaps your cunt — once, open-palmed, the wet smack echoing in the quiet room. you cry out, thighs trying to snap closed, but he forces them wide again.
“keep ‘em open or i’ll tie them to the bedposts with those pretty pink hair ribbons y’got on.”
you whimper. stay open.
he does it again. harder. the sting makes your vision blur for a second.
“say thank you.”
your voice cracks. “mmphf th-thank you, stevie.”
he smiles — the slow one that still makes your stomach flip even after months of this.
then he leans in close, breath hot against your ear.
“i’m gonna fuck you so deep you’ll feel me in your throat tomorrow. and every time you swallow — every time you take a drink of water, every time you try to talk to your friends like a normal girl — you’re gonna remember my spit was already there first.”
he lines himself up, not bothering to take off anything else — jeans still half-on, belt dangling, cock heavy and leaking against your entrance.
he doesn’t push in slow.
he punches in with one brutal stroke, bottoming out so hard your whole body jolts up the mattress.
your mouth opens on a silent scream. he fills the sound with another thick glob of spit, right onto your tongue.
“swallow around me,” he growls, hips snapping forward again. “let me feel it.”
you do. you choke on it while he fucks you like he’s trying to carve his name into your cervix.
the belt around your throat tightens slightly every time he bottoms out — not choking, just possessive.
his free hand finds your cheek again. another slap. then another. the rhythm matches his thrusts.
“you’re not allowed to come until i’ve spit in this little cunt too,” he pants against your mouth. “until it’s so full of me you’re leaking for days.”
your eyes roll. thighs shake. the strawberry shorts are soaked through now, ruined.
he grins against your lips.
“that’s it, baby. cry f’me. cry while i turn my innocent little baby into the nastiest fucking thing this room’s ever seen.”
a little birdy 𓆰
steve harrington x f!reader
word count: 2.2k
summary: set between seasons 4 and 5. robin has a sneaking suspicion steve's in love. so of course she has to tell you. little does she know the two of you have secretly just started dating.
warnings: language, kissing, allusions to sex
author's note: i can only write when i'm hyperfixating on something and stranger things is this months lucky winner. we love steve harrington!!! i've had ideas for steve x reader for a bit now, so this can fit into a larger universe with connecting one shots so if i get motivation maybe i'll write more prequels/sequels. in my head she's a henderson but this fic could be read without that as canon. lmk if you like!!
bad things with you
steve harrington x f!reader (smut)
when your best friend dresses up as leatherface for a costume party or when you find out steve harrington looks insanely good in a suit with a chainsaw in his hands.
warnings: MDNI! not proofread (sorry, I accidentally deleted this and I had to rewrite it and just gave up proofreading), chainsaw l can't stop thinking about that terrible gif of the texas chainsaw massacre 2 after I saw Steve with one), afab reader, reader is shorter than steve, rovickie, petnames, porn with a tiny bit of plot, softdom!steve, rough? sex, praise, degradation, choking, oral (m receiving + road head), fingering, bondage, hair pulling, penetration (p in v), backshots, multiple orgasms, a little bit of aftercare
I GET WET AT THE THOUGHT OF YOU +18
steve harrington x reader
in which! your dad gives you and Steve one rule to stay five feet apart at all costs, but you don’t hear his car pull into the driveway.
warnings: smut, no p-in-v, just fingers, making out, getting caught.
The cabin was stifling, the heavy summer air clinging to everything, but you and Steve didn’t seem to notice. He was pressed close to you, his lips hovering at that familiar spot on your neck that always made your breath hitch. You exhaled shakily and threaded your fingers through his hair, completely undoing the effort he’d put into it with half a can of hairspray. He didn’t even flinch.
"Fuck, Steve," you gasped out, the words muffled against his shoulder.
He grunted and his hands started to roam. They were calloused and warm as they slid over your skin. He was teasing you, moving slow and getting agonizingly close to where you actually wanted him. You were losing your mind and you couldn't take the slow pace anymore.
"Steve, please, just fuck me. I need you right now," you pleaded, your voice breaking.
He let out a low laugh against your skin and his breath was hot. "You're not being quiet, baby," he whispered, and his voice vibrated deep in his chest. "Let me remind you there's kids literally in the next room."
He was right. El and Mike were just on the other side of the wall. Your dad had that insane five feet apart rule for you two, while Mike and El got away with a three inch door crack. It was total bullshit, but usually you tried to play along so Hopper wouldn't lose his mind. He wasn't home today though, so the rules were out the window.
You both tumbled back onto the bed. Your hair was a complete disaster and your lips were stinging from how hard he had been kissing you. Steve looked down at you with dark eyes and a flushed face.
"You're so wet already," he moaned, and his fingers grazed you just right.
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| your boyfriend and your brother get into yet another silly argument over you at the squawk (harrington!reader).
it was a quiet night at the squawk, most of the party preparing for the crawl or talking to one another while loading guns and throwing on gear. you were sat next to mike, your knees bunched up against your chest and your head resting against his shoulder. he was messing around with a flashlight that was attached to his belt, with his other hand resting on your knee.
“you okay?” he asked you, his tone soft and welcoming as you nodded, looking toward him with a little smile. to be perfectly honest, you weren’t feeling the best. on top of at least ten missing assignments, your evenings and nights were now occupied by sitting at the squawk or camping out at the mac-z with mike and lucas with nothing to entertain yourself except for a pair of binoculars.
he kissed your forehead, his arm that was rested on your knee now sliding over your shoulder, pulling you further into him. just as you were about to shut your eyes, you heard someone clear their throat, your brother, steve, now plopping himself down on the chair in front of you and mike.
you gave steve a look, before turning to mike to see that he was mirroring your exact expression. if there was anyone who hated your brother, it was mike. and if there was anyone who hated your boyfriend, it was steve.
“did you need something, harrington?” mike asked, furrowing his brows at steve as you watched your brother tense up. oh boy.
“no, i didn’t. do i need your permission to sit down, wheeler?” he snapped back, a sigh leaving your lips as mike sat up suddenly, your body almost slipping down into his lap.
“dude, did you seriously just come here to do this? really?” mike said, rolling his eyes as steve tilted his head at him, an expression of disgust on his face.
“oh im sorry, can i not sit in proximity of my sister anymore without being snapped at by her stupid boyfriend?” steve said, his words leaving you pinching your nose bridge as robin gave you a look of pity from across the room.
“your so immature it’s actually funny. it amazes me everytime i remember your her brother.” mike said, gesturing to you as you gave him a look.
by now, jonathan, robin, nancy, lucas and will were all looking at the scene unfold before them. at the beginning of mike and steve’s hatred for one another, you did try to intervene along with many others, but the more it happened the more you realised it was best to just let them go off at one another.
“well sorry im not thrilled she chose you of all people.” steve said, his voice low as he scratched the back of his neck, mike instantly tensing up again.
“ok, now your just being an asshole. this isn’t even about y/n anymore.” he said, rolling his eyes as steve shrugged, running a hand through his hair.
“was it ever about y/n?” steve mumbled, looking away.
“the two of you, stop it! this is so embarrassing!” you hissed, your head in your hands as you let out an aggravated groan, the two boys completely ignoring you.
“so you actually do just hate me, that’s what your trying to say? not because im fucking your little sister or anything-” mike barked at him, before you lunged at him and slapped your hand over his mouth, everyone in the room now looking at the three of you.
“mike! what the fuck?” you hissed, removing your hand from him mouth as he shrugged at you.
most people found it amusing how steve and mike fought, for example, will, lucas, and jonathan were both in the corner giggling away, while nancy and robin looked on in genuine shock. there was a lot of mixed feelings in the party about how healthy it was to let the two of them continue to fight like cats.
“god, why would you ever say that to me?” steve said, his head in his hands as you cringed, your cheeks red.
“not my fault you have your head so far up your ass you can’t understand what two people in a relationship tend to do sometimes, steve.” mike mumbled, looking away as your hand slapped your head, a groan emitting from your mouth.
“i will never, understand why you had to do this to me, y/n.” steve said, looking at you with eyes like a kicked puppy as mike scoffed next to you.
“grow up.” he seethed, his hand pulling down the collar of his sweater to scratch his neck, or so you thought.
it wasn’t until you saw steve’s face drop and loose all colour that you realised what mike had done. sadly, it was a little too late for you to grab mike’s arm to stop him from showing your brother the purple marks you had left on his skin the night before. great.
“your vile, wheeler. vile!” steve said, rising from his chair as he walked away, visibly distraught as mike gave him a little wave, a stupid smile on his face as you elbowed him harshly in the ribs.
“ow! hey, m’sorry, ok? it had to be done.” he said, trying to make you less mad by giving you the infamous puppy eyes he knew you could never stay mad at, but unfortunately he had dug himself too deep for you to easily forgive him.
“it did not, have to be done.” you said, shrugging his arm off you as you stood up, walking away toward robin and nancy, leaving him alone on the couch as he called after you.
“i’ll talk to him soon. he can suffer for now.” you said, the two girls in front of you letting out huffs of amusement as you turned your head to the sound of hysteric laughter coming from will, lucas and dustin at mike looking full of sorrow on the couch. serves him right.
photographs
steve harrington x fem!reader
summary: steve likes to keep a photograph of you somewhere (anywhere). he thought he could keep it a secret, until you start finding them
established relationship
warnings: slight season 5 epilogue spoilers, nothing else really, just a bunch of fluff :)
word count: 3.2k
a/n: in honour of baseball coach steve harrington<3 i’ve had this idea for so long and the epilogue finally tied everything together for me to write this
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his wallet
the theater lobby glowed in soft neon, reds and blues bleeding together across the polished floor. the smell of popcorn clung to everything, mixing with the faint tang of soda syrup and cleaner. it was busy without being overwhelming, the kind of place that hummed rather than roared, full of people killing time before the lights went down.
steve walked beside you like he belonged there, like this was exactly where he was meant to be on a friday night. his hand rested at your lower back, thumb moving in slow, absent arcs as the line inched forward. it was an unconscious thing by now, his way of keeping you close without making a show of it. you leaned into the touch just as naturally, shoulder brushing his arm when you shifted your weight.
“this one looks awful,” he said quietly, nodding toward a poster plastered with explosions and overly dramatic taglines.
“you say that every time,” you replied.
“and i’m right every time.”
you smiled, tilting your head to read the tagline. even though the movie looked ridiculous, you’d probably end up seeing it anyway, just not tonight.
the two of you had been dating long enough that dates like this didn’t come with nerves anymore. no awkward silences, no second-guessing where to stand or how close was too close. just the easy comfort of shared space, of knowing exactly how the other person took their popcorn and which previews they’d complain about.
when you reached the counter, you stepped forward first. “one large popcorn,” you said, then glanced back at steve., “and two sodas, please.”
“cherry coke,” he added, quick, like he didn’t want to be difficult.
“i’ve got it.” you said as you reached for your bag.
steve immediately straightened, “no, you don’t.”
you paused, wallet halfway out “steve.”
he shook his head, already smiling. “i asked you out. that means i pay.”
“you’ve already paid for the tickets.” you kept your eyes on him, wallet still secured in your hand, “and you paid last time, too.”
“exactly,” he said, like that proved something. “it’s tradition now.”
you playfully rolled your eyes. “it’s just popcorn.”
“and i’m still paying.” he stepped closer, gently pressing your wrist back toward your bag with two fingers. “let me.”
you studied him for a second, then sighed, smiling despite yourself. “fine. but i’m paying next time.”
he huffed a quiet laugh. “we’ll see.”
you turned back toward the counter, half-focused on the rows of candy behind the glass. that was when movement in your peripheral vision caught your attention. steve opened his wallet. you weren’t trying to look, it just… happened. a flicker of worn leather, folded bills, and a small rectangle tucked neatly into one of the clear sleeves; a photo.
your breath caught before you could stop it.
it was you.
the image registered all at once, sharp and unmistakable. you were sitting sideways on the hood of his car, knees bent, hair loose and caught mid-motion, mouth open in a laugh you didn’t remember posing for. you remembered the day, though; the sun, the warmth, steve insisting the light was ‘better this way’ while you told him to hurry up.
the wallet snapped shut.
steve paid, thanked the cashier, and turned back toward you like nothing out of the ordinary had happened. “you good?” he asked, handing you a soda.
you took it, nodding “yeah, thanks.”
you didn’t mention what you thought you’d seen. the moment had passed too quickly, and you weren’t sure you trusted your own certainty. besides, saying something felt like it might turn a quiet thing into a conversation it didn’t need to be.
steve led the way down the hallway, popcorn tucked under his arm, holding the door open as you stepped into the theater. the space was cool and dim, the screen already lit with previews. you found your seats without much thought, close enough to share the armrest, close enough that your shoulders brushed when you sat down.
he settled in easily, stretching his legs out, passing you the popcorn. you leaned back, letting the familiar rhythm of it all take over; the previews, the low chatter, the way he glanced over during the louder moments just to see your reaction.
when the lights dimmed fully, steve reached for your hand without looking, fingers sliding into place like they belonged there. you squeezed once, grounding yourself in the moment. whatever you’d seen, whether it was real or imagined, you let it stay unspoken.
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his car
steve’s car smelled like him.
not in a dramatic way, nothing overpowering, but in the subtle accumulation of familiarity. clean upholstery with a hint of whatever soap he used, old leather warmed by the sun, a trace of something sweet that might’ve been gum or cologne. you noticed it every time you stepped inside his car. this time however, you slid into the driver’s seat, fingers curling instinctively around the steering wheel. “oh my god, okay.”
the door on the passenger side shut with a solid thunk, and steve leaned back into his seat like this was the most natural thing in the world. he turned his head toward you, mouth already twitching with amusement. “relax,” he said.
“i am relaxed,” you replied, sitting straighter despite yourself. “i just— this is your car.”
“yeah,” he said easily. “and you’re driving it.”
“that’s the problem.”
steve laughed softly, shaking his head. “you’re acting like i handed you a newborn.”
“you care about this car,” you said, glancing around at the pristine dashboard, the lack of clutter, the way everything seemed exactly where it belonged. “like… a lot.”
“i care about it a reasonable amount.”
“you named it.”
“that was a joke.”
“you wax it.”
“i maintain it.”
“you talk to it.”
he opened his mouth to argue, then closed it again. “okay, no, i don’t talk to it.”
you smiled despite the nerves buzzing in your chest and adjusted your grip on the wheel, suddenly very aware of how unfamiliar the driver’s side felt. the angle was wrong. no, everything was wrong.
you reached down and pulled the lever, sliding the seat forward a few inches. the sound was sharp in the quiet car. then you leaned back, testing it, and adjusted again. steve watched you with exaggerated patience, elbow propped against the door. “you know you’re allowed to move things,” he said. “it’s not permanent.”
“you say that now.”
“i mean it.” he smiled softly.
you tilted the seatback, then shifted it forward another notch. the steering wheel felt too high, so you lowered it, then nudged it closer. lastly, you adjusted the rear view mirror carefully until the view felt right.
steve tilted his head. “you good?”
“almost,” you said, tugging the lever to tilt the seatback once more. “your legs are longer than mine, and you sit like you’re auditioning for a commercial.”
“i sit like a normal person.” he acted insulted, but a smile was playing on his lips.
“you sit like you’re posing.”
he leaned slightly closer. “you like it.”
the sun slanted through the windshield, bright and low, hitting your eyes directly. you blinked against it, tension creeping back into your shoulders. something steve noticed immediately, “hey,” he said softly.
you turned your head toward him. he leaned in without hesitation, one hand coming up to rest at your jaw, thumb warm against your skin. he kissed you; slow, unhurried, familiar in the way that always made your thoughts settle. it wasn’t flashy or teasing, just steady, like he was reminding you where you were. when he pulled back, his forehead rested briefly against yours. “you’re doing fine,” he said quietly. “i trust you. and the car will survive.”
you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. “you’re very calm about this.”
“that’s because i know you,” he replied.
you smiled, nerves easing. the light still poured through the windshield, though, sharp enough to make you squint again. you reached up and flipped the sun visor down.
you startled as a small rectangle fluttered down, landing softly against your thigh. “what—”
when you picked it up you saw it was a photograph. it was small and slightly worn at the edges, like it had been handled more than once. once the image came into focus your breath caught, not sharply, just enough to still the moment.
you were pictured holding a giant teddy bear, a multitude of coloured lights caught your face, and your mouth was curved into a smile that looked unguarded and real. your hair was up in a ponytail, with a couple loose strands, most likely because of the wind. you remembered the day dimly; it was one of your first dates with steve, he’d won you the teddy bear at the town’s yearly fair.
you turned your head slowly and saw that steve had gone very still. “that—“ he started, then stopped.
before you could say anything, he reached over and took the photo from your hand a little too quickly. “okay,” he said. “so— before you ask—”
you stared at him. “steve.”
“it’s not—” he exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. “it’s not a big deal.”
“you keep a photo of me in your sun visor.”
“it was convenient,” he said immediately, then winced. “that sounded bad.”
you waited, eyebrow raised.
“i didn’t want it to get bent,” he added. “or lost.”
“that’s your explanation?”
“yes.”
“it’s not a great one.”
he huffed a quiet laugh, cheeks faintly pink. “i’m not lying. i’m just—”
you cut him off as you held your hand out. he looked at you and after a beat, he gave the photo back. your fingers brushed briefly as you took it before looking at it again, slower this time. “how long has this been here?”
steve hesitated. “a while.”
you smiled, something warm settling in your chest. eventually, you slid the photo carefully back into the visor pocket and flipped it up again, smoothing it like it belonged there.
“there,” you said. “seems safe.”
steve watched you, a little dazed. “you’re not mad?”
“no.”
“not weirded out?”
“steve,” you said gently, “we’re dating. you liking me isn’t exactly shocking.”
he laughed softly, relief obvious. “yeah. i guess.”
you smiled and placed a quick kiss on his cheek before turning back to the dashboard. you adjusted your hands on the wheel, and finally reached for the ignition. “alright, now I’m ready.”
the engine hummed to life, smooth and steady. steve smiled, settling back into his seat. “told you. you’ve got this.”
and this time, you really did.
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his office
you arrived early, mostly because you didn’t know what to do with yourself if you didn’t.
the middle school field looked different than you expected, smaller, obviously, but also brighter somehow. the grass was cut too short, the chalk lines too clean, the bleachers still cool when you sat down. parents filtered in slowly, carrying folding chairs and coffee cups, voices low and conversational. someone’s little sibling ran past you with a foam finger twice their size.
you scanned the field without meaning to.
steve was easy to spot.
he stood near the dugout in a windbreaker that still looked a little too new, clipboard tucked under one arm, cap pulled low against the sun. he was talking to one of the kids, crouched slightly so they were closer to eye level, expression focused but gentle. when the kid nodded and jogged off, steve straightened, clapped his hands once, and called something you couldn’t hear.
your chest did something small and stupid at the sight of him. you’d seen him nervous before, about plenty of things, but this wasn’t that. this was anticipation. pride. the kind of careful attention that came from wanting something to go right for reasons that weren’t about him.
when the game started, you settled in easily. it was a lot of starts and stops, the kind of pace only kids could manage without getting bored. steve paced near the dugout, occasionally calling out encouragement, sometimes crouching to talk quietly with a player before sending them back out. he celebrated small victories like they mattered. a solid throw. a clean catch. a kid remembering to back up first base. you found yourself smiling more than you expected.
by the third inning, you’d learned which kid was too serious, which one kept adjusting his helmet, which one looked at steve after every play like he was checking for approval. he gave it freely, without fuss; thumbs-up, nods, a quick clap.
the game was close. too close, judging by the way the parents leaned forward in their seats.
when it ended, hawkin’s team winning by a single run, the field erupted in uneven cheers and scattered applause. the kids piled toward steve, who laughed and herded them into something resembling a line, handing out high-fives like it was a sacred duty.
you waited and eventually, the crowd thinned. parents collected bags, kids disappeared toward cars, the field returned to something quieter. steve lingered, talking to one of the parents, gesturing animatedly, grin still stuck on his face like it hadn’t worn off yet.
when he finally looked up and spotted you, his smile softened into something familiar. he jogged over. “you came.”
“i said i would.”
“i know,” he said, a little sheepish. “still.”
you tilted your head. “you did good, coach.”
he laughed, shaking his head. “they did good. i just tried not to mess it up.”
“you didn’t.”
he hesitated, then nodded toward the building behind the bleachers. “you wanna see the office?”
you immediately said yes and walked after him eagerly. “this is it huh?” you asked as you followed him inside, the door creaking slightly. “the big leagues?”
he smirked. “careful. you’re standing where the magic happens.”
“is that what we’re calling it?”
he flicked the light on, revealing a small, functional space that smelled faintly of coffee and dry-erase markers. a desk shoved against one wall, a filing cabinet, and a bulletin board crowded with schedules, team photos, and handwritten notes from kids in uneven penmanship.
steve leaned against the desk, still buzzing. “okay, so— this is where i pretend i know what i’m doing.”
you stepped farther in, taking it all in slowly. “you look like you know what you’re doing.”
“that’s because i practice in the mirror,” he said easily. “very convincing.”
he straightened and moved around the room as he talked, pointing things out; equipment lists, lineups, the whiteboard where he’d written reminders in blocky handwriting. you half-listened, content to watch him instead. he was animated in a different way here. looser. like this space had made room for something in him.
“and then,” he continued, tapping the bulletin board, “we’re supposed to have another game next week, but the schedule might change if—”
you drifted closer to the desk without realizing it and that was when you saw it: a photograph, tucked into a simple frame near the corner of the desk.
you stopped.
the noise of steve’s voice faded into the background as you leaned in slightly, recognizing it instantly.
it was from his birthday last year.
you remembered the night clearly; the cake that leaned a little to one side, the way he’d laughed when someone lit the candles crooked, the warm blur of voices and music. in the photo, you were smiling directly at the camera, relaxed and carefree.
steve was turned toward you, eyes fixed on your face like the camera didn’t exist. his expression wasn’t dramatic. just open and intent. like you were the only thing he’d registered in that moment.
your chest tightened.
“…and yeah,” steve was saying, tapping the edge of the desk. “that’s where i keep all the paperwork i’m definitely not losing this season— hey.” his voice softened when you didn’t answer.
you hadn’t realized you’d stopped moving until he did. you were standing near the desk now, gaze fixed on the framed photograph tucked neatly beside a stack of folders.
steve followed your line of sight. “oh,” he said, smiling immediately. “you found that.”
you glanced back at him, then at the photo again. “i didn’t know you brought this here.”
he crossed the room and leaned against the desk beside you, casual and unbothered. “yeah. thought it deserved a better view than a drawer.”
you laughed quietly. “you’re ridiculous.”
“hey,” he said, mock-offended. “that’s a great picture.”
“it is,” you agreed. you tilted your head, studying it more closely. “i remember that night. you wouldn’t let anyone cut the cake until dustin got back from the bathroom.”
“he picked the flavour,” he defended. “he deserved the first slice.”
you smiled, eyes tracing the familiar details. “i look happy.”
steve’s grin widened as he stepped closer to you. “you were.”
you nudged his hip lightly. “you weren’t even looking at the camera.”
he didn’t pretend not to know what you meant. “yeah,” he said easily. “i know.”
“why?”
he shrugged, relaxed, like the answer was obvious. “because you were right there. why would i look anywhere else?”
you rolled your eyes, but there was no bite in it. “you’re such a sap.”
“and you love me for it.”
you turned to him, smiling. “unfortunately.”
he laughed, warm and unguarded, the sound filling the small office. “i figured if i’m gonna be stuck in here half the week, i might as well have something that makes me smile.”
you gestured around the room. “the inspirational sticky notes from twelve-year-olds aren’t enough?”
“they help,” he admitted. “but this one’s my favorite.”
your chest warmed in that familiar, steady way; no rush, no surprise, just the comfort of knowing exactly where you stood. “you did really good out there,” you said, nodding toward the field. “they adore you.”
steve shrugged, but he looked pleased. “they’re good kids. i just try to show up.”
“you do more than that.”
he reached out, fingers brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “means a lot that you came.”
“you kidding?” you said. “i wouldn’t miss your first official game.”
“coach harrington,” he teased.
you snorted. “don’t let it go to your head.”
he grinned. “too late.”
you leaned in and kissed him, quick and familiar, the kind that comes from years of shared space and quiet certainty. when you pulled back, he was still smiling. “think you’ll keep the photo here all season?” you asked.
“absolutely,” he said. “unless you object.”
you shook your head with a small smile playing on your lips. “nope. just don’t let it distract you.”
he glanced at the frame, then back at you. “no promises.”
you laughed, leaning in for another soft kiss as the late afternoon light filtered through the window. outside, the field was empty now, quiet and sunlit, but inside the office everything felt full.
Earth to Dingus
Steve Harrington x fem!reader who has suffered a head injury [1.9k words]
summary: Of course Steve leaves you under Robin’s supervision for maybe twenty-seven-and-a-half minutes only for you to wake up after suffering a head injury unable to recall that you’re dating the biggest dingus from high school in your severely concussed state.
CW: hospital fic, brief mention of a fall and injury, Robin's POV so it's a little spirally, mostly fluff
Robin honest to God feels really, really bad and wishes she could take back her internal moaning and groaning about how she wished you would just wake up already and save her from this boredom because this is much, much worse.
Really, she should have just relaxed and been grateful that you’re still kicking it at all; head injuries are no joke. Still, unconscious people make terrible company.
But now she wishes she was merely bored again.
You see, a good friend – an average friend, even – might’ve responded to you waking up for the first time in over fifteen hours after suffering a head injury by saying things like oh, thank god you’re awake! Or, are you okay? How are you feeling? Do you want some water? Let me go get a nurse.
But maybe Robin isn’t a good friend because her immediate response to the sound of you shifting in your bed before blinking blearily up at her is “oh my god, thank god you’re awake. I’m so bored. Also, Max said something really funny to Mike earlier and I’ve been dying to tell you.”
Who’s the Hickey Girl?
summary: steve shows up with hickeys and robin is determined to discovered who gave them, but you were the one who did it and the problem is that both of you can't stop having flashbacks about it.
pairing: steve harrington x reader
warnings: 18+ mdni, smut, fluff, fem reader, oral sex (f receiving), secret relationship, friends or something like that, pet names, y/n mentioned.
word count: 2.2k
"OH. MY. GOD! What are those blood-sucking-vampire-demobats type of shit marks on your neck? Jesus Christ!" Robin exclaims while holding Steve's face the opposite way to reveal four marks on his neck.
He tries to free himself from her embrace and get as far away as possible so she can't see them that clearly.
"C'mon, Steve! You have to tell me!" Robin was following Steve around trying to get an precious (to her) information out of him.
"Why do you care so much? It's just a hickey." He runnaway from her at the same time he tries to avoid you. The thing is: you were the criminal responsible for it, and just reminding about it might be enough to get Steve rock hard in front of an audience. You were loving it, while trying to hide a smirk.
"One?! There is definitely more than that. Y/N, you need to back me up here."
"Sorry, I'm just not as interested in Harrington's sex life as much as everyone else." Lies and lies. You were very much interest in Steve's sex life since it became your sex life too.
"Oh, please! That's bullshit." She rolled her eyes, seeming not even close to give up. "Sorry, Steve. Triggering word."
"Yeah, thank you." He said in a huff.
You don't take your eyes off the magazine you have in hands, pretending to read but having the same page open since Robin notice the marks on Steve's neck.
You did that a few days ago, three, to be exact. They were pretty dark now and it's impressive how long it took for anyone to notice and mention. You admit you went a little too far but that's just how Steve makes you feel and you couldn't even pretend not being proud of your work. Steve had parked his car a few houses before your house. It was your secret spot, hidden by some trees.
"Someone is feeling a little territorialist..." He says between moans. He loves it. You were sitting on his lap, on the driver's reclined seat.
"Maybe I am. You are very a envied man, remember?" You look into his eyes while getting your hand between his legs over his pants.
"Yeah? I didn't even realize it, especially with what I have in front of me." He said into your mouth, before catching it with his teeth.
The thought made you cross your legs for some relief but that just made it even worse.
"Do I know her?"
"For god sakes, Robin. Why do you wanna know?"
"Because we are best friends and we tell each other everything? I told you two my biggest secret! I can excuse Y/N because she really is private about her love life, I mean, when she has something going on."
"OUCH! That was harsh!" You frowned. She didn't lie, though. At least, about what you've told her. You do feel awful keeping so much from her but it's just for the best for now.
"Shit! I'm sorry, I didn't mean it as a offense. I swear! It's not like I have the craziest experiences too, so... You actually did so much more stuff than me." She starts to nervously rumble. That makes Steve look at you, confused. He will ask about it.
"It's okay, Rob. I get it." You laugh. You know she actually didn't mean anything bad.
She smiles softly at you and takes a deep sigh of relief.
That whole change of topic and getting the spotlight off Steve to you allow him to stare you as he's been wanting to all day. You two try to keep it cool but sometimes it's really difficult and right now was one of these moments, 'cause there you were. Laying on the couch with your legs out and a beautiful pink top he absolutely loved it. And, of course, you knew he did. That's specifically why you started to wear it a lot more since he confessed to you.
He loved you in pink. He even suspects that it's becoming his own favorite color because it's your favorite and you pick it for everything. When you noticed his eyes on you, you start to play with your necklace's heartshaped pendant. That immediately brings him back to the last night you saw each other, the same one where the main reason to Robin's curiosity happened.
You broke the kiss and stared at him, taking a deep breath. His touch travelled from your waist, where he was holding still like he was afraid you might slip from his lap, to the side of your neck, at the same time he caress you check. His hands went down a little to your cleavage. He took that same pendant between his fingers, playing with it the same way you just did it. His attention was back to your eyes while he still holds the necklace. It felt really intimate.
"So pretty. I just can't believe you're real." He said like a whisper. "Why did I take so long to notice it?"
You took a few seconds to answer, putting your lips in a line while thinking about your words.
"Did you mean notice me? I was there since forever, Harrington, you just chose to ignore me." You said in a playfully way. It is the truth, both of you have been hanging out with the same general people since ever. Frequenting the same parties, taking the same classes, you did talk a few times but Steve swears it didn't happen, claiming he would remember every interaction he ever had with you. I mean, he was very drunk in every single one of them.
You don't really blame him or takes personally. He was King Steve back then and had a full gorgeous girlfriend, also, it's not like you had the biggest of conversations. But when you started helping Jonathan find Will, one thing led to another and you and Steve got to know each other better through the big group.
"Shut up, that is such a lie. I've told you i would've remember every interaction I ever had with you." That again. Now he has that bright puppy eyes mode on, low even for him 'cause he knows you can't resist it. "I never not noticed you."
"Yeah, sure." You laughed and pushed his shoulder.
The car went silent. He looked you with a defeated but smirking smile, like he knew you would not believe him right now. He just takes your face and kisses you, like really, deeply kisses you.
"Maybe...Do you want to continue this argument in my... Room?"
"I would love to argument with you in your room. Is your mother home?" He now was playing with the side seam of your denim shorts.
"What? Are you scared now?" You mocked him.
"No, just wanna know how loud I can get you to be tonight." You stared open-mouthed while nervously laughing. "What? Are you embarrassed now?
"You asshole!" You punched his chest unsuccessfully trying to hide your smile.
You took his hand to second you got of his car, guiding him to your room, where he had been before, just not under the same circustances. You usually hung out in his car or his house.
He smiled while entering your pink perfect world. It's just so you.
You closed the door, trying not to make too much noise and wake up your mom. She definitely wouldn't mind, you had a good and honest relationship and she, as every mother often does, loves Steve. He can trick them very well with his good boy posture.
When you turned to face him, he was already close enough, cornering your back to the door while framing his arms around you.
"I remember every presentation you nailed, which were every single one of them. Probably the only few stuff I remember from High School was because you explained it at some point." You started laughing so hard and he joined you "I'm not even kidding." He added.
"I knew your favorite class was English. I knew you loved cold days 'cause you could with your cute skirts with your cute socks. I knew you hated school lunch so bad." Between every point he made, he threatened to kiss you very slightly.
"I remember everytime I saw you at a party, it really felt like I could feel your presence when you arrived. It was fucking crazy." He held your face, saying while starring into your eyes. "I noticed you. All. The Time."
I couldn't contain your smile once again. That's how he gets you all the time. You take his mouth again and really takes your time, while he presses you against the door once more.
You put your arms on his shoulders and, almost instinctively, he got you up in his arms, putting his legs around him. His hands sustain you by holding your ass, to which he does very firmly.
He puts you on the bed, getting on top of you without breaking the kiss like his life depended on it.
"Take your shirt off. Now." You demand.
"Bossy." He answered, already doing as he was told. You started to work on your own button-up blouse, doing it slowly and never breaking eye contact with him. By the time the lacy bra you were wearing had him in trance already. He layed down, destining his kisses to your chest. His hand travelled to your back where he found the clasp of the fabric covering you, then looking at you and nodding, asking for permission to do it. You shook your head signing positive almost despesperly.
He got comfortable between your legs, distribuiting wet kisses on your left breast and playing with your nipple.
"So beautiful, babe." he fulled his hands with both of them, holding firmly enough to not hurt but get a breathy moan out of you. "Like every other part of you." He start kissing every part of your body.
He goes down your belly and you know where he's headed, literally. You get yourself on your elbows, ready to enjoy the view you love so bad.
"I really have to taste you. I've been missing it hard." He starts to open your bottom part and slips off your legs.
He traces the inside of your thighs with his nose softly enough. He does the same with the inbetween of your legs, over your panties.
"My sweet girl, you're so perfect." He says with his mouth so close to your cunt, it drives you crazy. He kisses all around and then starts to take the fabric off. He gets your inner folds on his mouth and then starts exploring you with his tongue and really takes his time. You can already feel it building up. Steve wasn't lying when he said how much he enjoyed giving.
God, he's so good at this. You put your hands on his hair, pulling it hard.
"You good, babe? Tell me." He looks up with his shiny relusent mouth and that does it even more for you.
"Y-Yes. Keep going, please."
He sucks your sensitive spot making you close your thighs around his head, which makes him more deep on you. You can already feel it building up.
You roll your hips on him, while he keeps going like before, making your own progressively faster. He assists you with his fingers, putting two inside you in a hook movement.
One of your hands goes from his hair to your mouth, trying your best to cover any sound you'll make next. You can feel it, arching your back and holding him hard and you press your own hand to your face.
And then, when you swear you were about to get out of air, your body relaxed. You closed your eyes and tried to catch your breath. Steve got up and kissed you small pecks.
"I need to clean up too, just came in my pants." He said, walking to your bathroom and getting everything you need it.
When he was back on the bed, you layed on his chest and played with his little hairs.
"I'm sorry I didn't return the favor." His fingers were running through your hair and he stopped, getting your chin up to face him.
"Are you kidding? Babe, you got me off just by letting me get down on you." He sounds even offended by the suggestion. "That's very enough for me, okay?" He kissed your head.
"You got me good, I still feel like jell-o." He laughes in response to a very sleppy you.
"Always my pleasure, princess. Sleep now." He holds even closer.
"Steve!" Robin screams. Suddenly, he's back to the WSQK.
"Are you okay?" You asked, worrying where he went.
"Just daydreaming. Sorry." He stares back at you, bitting his lip and shaking his head.
You understood, because you've been suffering all day too.
"Daydreaming about... The Hickey Girl?" Robin tries her shot again. "Just tell me if I know her, please!"
"Fine! You do know her. Satisfied?" He gestures his hands up very angrily. You panicked for a second and couldn't hide it.
"A-ha! I knew it! And look who seems interested on Steve's sex life now, Y/N!"
"I am not!" You sounded like a child.
"Oh, you totally are." He answeres without even looking at you.
Robin doesn't give up and spends the whole day trying to guess the identity of the "Hickey Girl", as she gently nicknamed you, like it's some secret santa game. It was a nice break from the hell you all have been living too, maybe you two can tell her soon enough... We'll see.
I Wanna Know What Love Is (I Want You to Show Me)
Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader
Summary: The last time Steve's (now ex) girlfriend got drunk with him, she called their entire relationship bullshit and told him she didn't love him. Steve's current girlfriend now suffers the consequences because the man won't stop avoiding her when she get's drunk.
Warnings: Alcohol, Drunk People, Cursing, Fluff, Minor Miscommunication, Hurt/Comfort, Insecurity, Established Relationship, Crying
Word Count: 2.1K
Masterlist
Steve avoids his girlfriend every single time she drinks.
He never serves her drinks unless prompted, doesn’t crack open those fancy bottles of wine in his Dad’s basement when she stays over, doesn’t even look in the direction of a bar when they’re planning their dates.
It’s not like it's a frequent occurrence, she’s not an alcoholic or anything. But it’s happened often enough that she’s noticed. Maybe a handful of times in the entirety of their relationship. Seen the way he seems to disappear once he’s confirmed she’s being sufficiently supervised by Robin or some other trusted individual. He lingers, eyeing her from a distance, making sure no weirdos get too close. And by the end of the night, he’s always there to swoop in and take her home.
But otherwise, he avoids her like the plague. She can’t figure out why— it’s driving her nuts. Yeah, drunk people can be annoying. She gets that. But it's your girlfriend of all people, she wasn’t acting that crazy while inebriated. She didn’t usually think much about it, or at least she tried not to. But she's at a point of tipsy-ness that she wants to be around her boyfriend who very clearly doesn’t want to be around her for some reason.
So now, she’s staring at him. Really staring at him, all doe-eyed, bottom lip pouting as she hangs off Robin’s shoulder. She’d gotten drunker than usual in her fit of frustration regarding Steve’s distance.
bad things with you
steve harrington x f!reader (smut)
when your best friend dresses up as leatherface for a costume party or when you find out steve harrington looks insanely good in a suit with a chainsaw in his hands.
warnings: MDNI! not proofread (sorry, I accidentally deleted this and I had to rewrite it and just gave up proofreading), chainsaw l can't stop thinking about that terrible gif of the texas chainsaw massacre 2 after I saw Steve with one), afab reader, reader is shorter than steve, rovickie, petnames, porn with a tiny bit of plot, softdom!steve, rough? sex, praise, degradation, choking, oral (m receiving + road head), fingering, bondage, hair pulling, penetration (p in v), backshots, multiple orgasms, a little bit of aftercare
bad things with you
steve harrington x f!reader (smut)
when your best friend dresses up as leatherface for a costume party or when you find out steve harrington looks insanely good in a suit with a chainsaw in his hands.
“It was like Steve Harrington had been starving all his life and the only satiate him was you.”
warnings: MDNI! not proofread (sorry, I accidentally deleted this and I had to rewrite it and just gave up proofreading), chainsaw l can't stop thinking about that terrible gif of the texas chainsaw massacre 2 after I saw Steve with one), afab reader, reader is shorter than steve, rovickie, petnames, porn with a tiny bit of plot, softdom!steve, rough? sex, praise, degradation, choking, oral (m receiving + road head), fingering, bondage, hair pulling, penetration (p in v), backshots, multiple orgasms, a little bit of aftercare
˖ ࣪⭑ december with boyfriend!steve harrington ˖ ࣪⭑
sharing sweaters that smell like each other, soft green hems that stretch too far past your wrists stolen from his bedroom draws, oversized knitted white wool borrowed from your wardrobe that smells like your perfume paired with steve's classic blue jeans, fluffy blankets pulled over your legs as you cuddle into your boyfriends side, some old christmas movie playing on the tv as you fight the urge to fall asleep and miss the end
snowy days spent outside, getting into competitive snowball fights that end with kisses on cheeks and pouted lips, red/white/gold ribbons tied around banisters, the gifts under the tree, and the loop in steve's jeans, snow dusted trees spotted on woodland walks, ducking from lower branches as you both do your best to not get lost, everything's covered in soft white fresh snow and the lakes frozen over so it's sometimes hard to tell where you going
waking your boyfriend up far too early as deer pass by your bedroom window, calmly making there way through town before anyone wakes up, drinking hot chocolate covered in cream and marshmallows, steve making sure you get all the pink ones because he's cute like that and he knows it'll make you smile, candy cane/peppermint kisses, born from drinking tea late at night and breaking off pieces of red and white from a gingerbread house
love is never logical
james potter x reader (angst)
summary: you had been james’ girlfriend for more than a year, his close relationship with his friend lily has always bothered you, specially because he would always pick her instead of you. once you find out they almost dated when they were younger, things change.
100% inspired by logical - olivia rodrigo, the beginning of the fight was inspired by the all too well short film (it was also lari’s idea because she’s a genius)
warnings: muggle au, drinking, swearing, jealousy, breaking up, fighting, shouting, mentions of younger jily, petnames (babe, love, darling), use of y/n once, mention of sex, kind of short, sad ending
special thanks to @mrsaluado for helping me and giving me ideas for this one!!!!! you’re incredible, lari!!!!
WHATTHE FUCK IM GONNA THROW SMTH IM IN TEARS THAT WAS SO GOOD WHY WOULD U DO THAT TO ME
HHAHFAJAH 😭😭 glad you like it!!!
hiii, idk if ur still active but I love ur writing and I was wondering if u could maybe do a james smut with a Christmas theme! tyyy💓
Merry Christmas, I miss you
james potter x f!reader
summary: you and James have been broken up since Halloween. Until he calls you on Christmas Day after finding out that you both were spending the evening alone. (muggle+modern day au)
warnings: use of y/n, reader is shorter than James, swearing, smut (MDNI!), afab reader, nipple sucking, oral/fingering (f receiving), praise!!!, penetration, multiple orgasms(2), slight dom!james, reader has hair long enough to be stroked, kind of make-up sex tbh, unprotected + use of the pill, creampie, not proofread at all 😭
a/n: thank you so so much for requesting! I immediately thought of this song, hope you like it <3
hiii, idk if ur still active but I love ur writing and I was wondering if u could maybe do a james smut with a Christmas theme! tyyy💓
Merry Christmas, I miss you
james potter x f!reader
summary: you and James have been broken up since Halloween. Until he calls you on Christmas Day after finding out that you both were spending the evening alone. (muggle+modern day au)
warnings: use of y/n, reader is shorter than James, swearing, smut (MDNI!), afab reader, nipple sucking, oral/fingering (f receiving), praise!!!, penetration, multiple orgasms(2), slight dom!james, reader has hair long enough to be stroked, kind of make-up sex tbh, unprotected + use of the pill, creampie, not proofread at all 😭
a/n: thank you so so much for requesting! I immediately thought of this song, hope you like it <3
