#mama steve

[diavalkitty]

[eros-telesse]

Pov : Steve is pissed and sleep deprived, but he still need to get his kids to school.

Steve : *Annoyed while taking attendance of the children who are getting out his car*

Steve : Will? Of courses not, he's with his brother.

Steve : Dustin ?

Dustin : Present!

Steve : ...Weren't you sick two days ago?

Dustin : Yep!

Steve : Then what are you doing here?!

Dustin : I was bored at home !

Steve : GET IN THE CAR!

Dustin running back in the car : Okay...

Steve : El.

El : Present!

Steve : El, we don't wear a red T-shirt with a green skirt if we don't wanna looks like Christmas.

El : *Confuse puppy dog*

Steve : Lucas?

Lucas : Absent!

Steve : Ahaha, that's very funny, Lucas! For once, YOU EXIST IN THIS GROUP!

Lucas : Hey!

Steve : Max!

Max : Present.

Steve : Max, do you like looking like a corpse every day? Because if you didn't want people to know you're depressed, you should have thought about your deathly complexion.

Max : ?!

Steve : Mike.

Mike : Present.

Steve : Chewing gum.

Mike : I don't have any.

Steve : *Glares at him with a growls*

Mike : ... *Quickly to throw away his chewing gum.*

Steve smiling sweetly : Great! Now have a good day everyone!

[wellsblvd]

Reader has straightened hair down to at least their neck

“Braid my hair,” you ordered passively, dropping a brush and a mesh bag of hairties into Steve’s lap. “Please.”

You sat in front of Steve with your copy of Dorian Gray ready to be read. Earlier you had straightened your hair for fun and planned on putting it in a braid so it would be easy to sleep in for the night. Steve had been getting better at braiding: a simple three strand had turned into a chunky but decent looking french braid. You had insisted to him that he learn— especially since he wanted six kids and you were NOT going to be the only one doing hair. Frankly you had expected Steve to complain, but he seemed happy to learn. Excited, even.

Steve brushed your hair the way you taught him: starting by untangling the ends and slowly brushing so your hair didn’t experience a lot of breakage. He sat in silence as you read, finding the corner of his lips pull whenever you shivered slightly whenever he was close to the bottom of your neck or by your ears. “Whatcha want, baby?” He asked after setting the brush by your side.

“Uh,” you drawled, “dutch, please.”

Steve brought his pointer to the area above your ear and brought his fingers to the back of your head to grab the starting section of your hair. Slowly and surely, Steve braided.

Nights like these— with you— were Steve’s favorite. He loved when you would do domestic things like this, loved when you would read and let Steve love you. Nothing brought this lovesick man more joy than being able to share his heart, share his time, and share his life with someone who loved him just like he adored you.

“Hairtie,” Steve murmured as he neared the end of the braid. You moved to grap the colored elastic you wanted and handed the sark blue band to Steve. He almost chuckled: you liked when your hair matched your outfit, and unsurprisingly, your shirt was dark blue in color with faded white text. Steve’s shirt, of course, but whenever you grabbed something in his closet Steve couldn’t find it in him to care: your small smile was enough to make Steve feel his throat close up with this overwhelming sense of awe.

Awe as you closed the book after Steve tied off your hair. Awe as you placed the bag of hairties and your brush on your nightstand. Awe as you pulled a blanket over your shoulder and leaned into Steve. Awe as you sighed in contentment when he lied back against his pillow and wrapped his arms around your shoulder. Awe as you whispered “goodnight, Steve-O” and then “I love you” shortly after.

Steve reached over and ticked the lamp on his nightstand off and swallowed the emotion thick in his throat. “I love you too, baby,” he said, kissing your forhead. “Fuck, I love you.”

[prince-geo]

something about Steve Harrington just feels like he SHOULD be a short king. Like it would just fit him so well. i know joe isn't massive he's like idk maybe 5' 10" but that's too normal, I'm talking like, I think he should be 5' 5" MAX (yes including the hair height). Like just picture short king Steve for a second, sit with me here. Steve who's such a massive presence people sometimes forget he's a just little guy. Steve who's always looking up at the people he's having a standoff with with the confidence and audacity of a 6+ footer. Him being on the basketball team makes complete sense actually because he can jump ridiculously high like he's wearing spring shoes. Several of his children eventually end up towering over him (specifically Mike, Will and Lucas) but he still calls them shrimps/pipsqueaks and they let him. They rest their arms on top of his perfectly coiffed head just to piss him off. Robin even has an inch or two on him and doesn't let him forget it. Eddie calling him big boy is even flirtier now. I want him TEENY! Everyone get on the short king Steve train NOW!!

[justagirlwholovesangst]

déjà vu

munson!reader x dustin henderson

when dustin pulls away from everyone as a safety precaution until a close call with reader makes him realize he can’t lose another munson. he can’t.

warnings: car crash, dustin beat up, mentions of blood and dustin being emotionally unavailable :(

a/n: warning: munson as a last name will give you ZERO good nickname options. I went with Em, because M for munson.. yeah? no? okay, fair. happy reading!

You blink awake to the dank smell of the Upside Down.

“Damn you, Steve!” You hear Dustin say, sounding frustrated. “I can’t believe you got us into another mess! You realize that Em’s never been here before, right? Her only knowledge of this place is Ed-” He stops abruptly. Steve scoffs.

“Of course. You can’t even say his name. All you do is throw shade and suffer silently. Ever care to think that we’re worried about you?” Steve responds. You get a weird feeling in your gut, like you’re probably not supposed to hear this conversation. Then you feel a trickle down your back. You put your hand on your neck and it comes back stained red. Oh, god.

“Hey Dust?” You ask quietly.

“Yes, lovely?” He responds, opening the door to look at you, and- “Oh my god. No. No, no, no. Not again. This can’t be happening again.”

Earlier that day…

Robin comes on over the radio, and you all plan for the crawl. Mike has his yap session, and the end of the day can’t come by any quicker. Everyone is at the Squawk and Dustin is a no-show.

“Where is Dustin?” Steve demands. “Of course he’s not here. Do you know where he could be?” He asks, looking towards you.

“Nope. We haven’t talked in three days.” You respond quietly.

“Stubborn little shit.” Steve mumbles. “You know how to work the van?” He questions, face hopeful.

“I do, and I’d be glad to go with you, I need to talk to you about something.” You say, giving Steve a smile.

He smiles warmly at you. “That would be really helpful, thanks for taking Dustin’s spot!”

You get in the van, putting the headphones around your neck. Steve gets in the driver seat and turns to look at you. “What’s up? Is everything alright?”

“Well, not really.” You say, your voice cracking. “I’ve been trying really hard to help Dustin cope with Eddie’s death, but it’s hard, Steve. It’s really hard.” Your throat is constricted with emotion, your words clipped. “No matter what I do, he keeps drifting farther and farther away from me. I don’t know what to do, I try to talk to him and all I get is hostility.” A tear rolls down your cheek. “And I’m scared.” Your voice trembles. “I’m really scared. I love him, Steve, I can’t lose someone else.”

“It’s okay to be scared.” He tells you softly. You sniffle. “I’m scared too.” He whispers. “I’ve never seen Dustin act like this before, and I know that Eddie was closer to Dustin than me, but I miss the little punk too. Dustin’s been under my wing forever, and he’s been drifting for a while now.” He sighs, rubbing a hand over his face. “It’s like he’s flown the nest. I don’t know how to help him.” You nod.

“Yeah, I-” You get cut off by the walkie. You quickly put the headphones on, and listen intently. “Signal picking up,” you tell Steve, the numbers rising in front of you.

“I see the lights,” he says. “Let me know when-”

“It’s here. Walkie, quick!” You say cutting him off and reaching for the walkie. “Demo’s here, and it’s flipping!” You say.

“Thanks Em! You can sign off now, focus on tracking when it leaves.” Nancy’s voice crackles from the walkie.

“We’ve got fifteen, give or take. Still need to talk, or are you good?” Steve questions.

“I’m good, just need a little time to think.”

Dustin, why have you been pushing me away? I know it’s hard dealing with the gravity of Eddie and everything he left behind, but I’ll help you! Please, I just need you to talk to me.

“The demo has flipped, get a move on, guys.” Johnathan says over the walkie.

“Left.” You say, Steve turning. The beeps get louder and louder, and you’ve caught the demo’s signal. “Got him.” You tell Steve. He keeps driving and lets the others know. Suddenly, the beeps get softer. You raise an eyebrow. You’re losing him. “Stop.” You blurt. Steve looks back at you.

“Stop? Like stop driving?” He asks, puzzled.

“Stop! Stop the car!” The breaks squeal and the car comes to a halt. “I’m losing the signal, turn around.” Steve puts the car in reverse, looks back, and sees-

“Dustin?!” He exclaims. You turn so quick it practically gives you whiplash. You crawl to the doors, slide them open, and run to him.

“Dustin! Are you okay? What happened? Why weren’t you at the Squawk? Why is your face all bloodied?” You bring your hands to his face, looking at his cuts and bruises, his split lip and bloody nose. He swats your hands away.

“I’m fine, really. Just crashed my bike. No big deal.” He gives a weak smile. Your face falls into a frown. Of course he’s not going to tell you what really happened.

“That’s bullshit.” Steve says, matter-of-fact. “But I’m not going to push. If it was Carver’s gang, tell them to go to hell.” You walk back to the car and put the headphones on. Dustin follows, and sees you doing his job.

“Em, let me do that. It’s my job.”

“Not today it isn’t. Get in the front.” You say, mind somewhere else.

“But-” He complains.

“Dustin. Get in the front.” You cut him off. He sighs begrudgingly, and sits in the passenger seat. You pick up the walkie. “What the hell is going on, Nance? Why did I lose the demo?”

“Not sure, Em. Maybe-” Nancy gets cut off by someone else chiming in. It’s Joyce.

“Derek woke up, and-” You put the walkie down.

“Fuck.” You mumble. You hear faint beeps. “Drive.” The car starts, and you listen intently. You mutter directions and Steve listens. You can’t hear Steve or Dustin, which is why you don’t hear their conversation.

“Dustin, man. What is your problem?” Steve says, looking over at him.

“What is my problem? What, am I not allowed to grieve now?” Dustin snaps. Steve rubs a hand over his face.

“Not what I meant and you know it.” Steve replies. “I meant your problem with her.” He says, looking at you quickly.

“I don’t have a problem with her.” Dustin says, his voice strained. Steve lets out a dry laugh.

“Yeah, right.” Steve mutters. “She’s just trying to help you and all you’ve given her is attitude and hostility. She cares about you, y’know.” Dustin rolls his eyes.

“Sure she does, she-” Dustin starts, disbelieving, but gets cut off.

“Look.” Steve says. Dustin turns to look back at you. You’re hyper focused, yes, but you’re doing your work with tear stained cheeks. As if on timing, you sniffle.

“Listen,” Dustin tells Steve. “The only way to keep her safe,” he says, voice cracking, “is to push her away. Eventually she won’t put up with me and she’ll end things. Yes, it will hurt like hell when I lose her, but at least she’ll stay alive.” Steve falls quiet.

“Dustin,” he starts, at a loss for words, “that’s not-”

“Healthy, I know.” Dustin cuts him off. “But if she died..” his voice cracks. “I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.” Steve sighs.

“Alright. I understand, bud, but promise me one thing?” He asks.

“Yeah?” Dustin replies.

“Just make sure she knows you love her, okay? She loves you so much.” Steve says.

“I will.” Dustin says softly. “I promise.”

“Left.” You say, still unaware of the words just exchanged.

“Here? But there’s no road.” Steve says, confused.

“Left!” You say, more persistent. “Left now!” He turns, and after running over multiple fences, the barn comes into view, and with it, a salivating demogorgon. “Run it over.”

“What?!” Steve and Dustin say, unified.

“Run the fucker over, did you hear me?” You say, turning to look through the back windows to be sure more weren’t coming. The car revs, and Steve hits it head-on. It rips a gate and scrambles into the Upside Down.

“Do you think we could make it?” Steve asks, looking to the two of you.

“Do it.” You say, voice hard as stone.

“Are you both insane?” Dustin says, mortified. “We are not going to- oh my god!” He says as Steve hits the gas. The gate continues to shrink, and you barely make it through, losing a side mirror in the process.

“Go! Follow it, keep going!” You say, the signal still going strong.

“Are you fucking crazy?” Dustin yells. “You could have gotten us killed, Steve!”

“Yeah, well I didn’t!” Steve retorts. “And now we’re sailing after that demo and we’re closer to Holly. Win-win.” Dustin’s jaw drops.

“Win-win?! We could have died! Did you miss that part? Are you trying to kill us?” Dustin practically yelps.

“Um, guys?” You say, interjecting.

“Well I didn’t get us killed, how about that! Dustin, you need to take a chill pill. This much worrying isn’t good for you!” Steve snaps back.

“Guys, I’m losing the signal.” You say, raising your voice slightly.

“Oh yeah?” Dustin says, stubborn as ever. “Well maybe you don’t worry enough! Ever thought about that? What would Hawkins do without us? It would be terrible!”

“I’m losing the signal!” You shout. Both boys turn to look at you.

“What?!” They exclaim. You turn to see if it’s behind you, running away, and then-

SLAM!

Everything goes black.

You blink awake to the dank smell of the Upside Down.

“Damn you, Steve!” You hear Dustin say, sounding frustrated. “I can’t believe you got us into another mess! You realize that Em’s never been here before, right? Her only knowledge of this place is Ed-” He stops abruptly. Steve scoffs.

“Of course. You can’t even say his name. All you do is throw shade and suffer silently. Ever care to think that we’re worried about you?” Steve responds. You get a weird feeling in your gut, like you’re probably not supposed to hear this conversation. Then you feel a trickle down your back. You put your hand on your neck and it comes back stained red. Oh, god.

“Hey Dust?” You ask quietly.

“Yes, lovely?” He responds, opening the door to look at you, and- “Oh my god. No. No, no, no. Not again. This can’t be happening again.”

“What, Dustin? What’s wrong?” You ask.

“Steve!” He calls. “Steve, help!” He turns back to you. “It’s okay baby, we’ll get you out of this mess.” He says, and you feel your consciousness fade away.

“Oh my god.” Steve says. “We need to get that off of her.” They lift the signal tracker off of your chest, praying your ribs aren’t broken.

“Should we take the glass out of her?” Dustin asks. “I didn’t even know the window shattered.”

“Yes, definitely. You get the few in her face, I’ll get the ones on her arms.” Steve says, taking charge. Dustin’s hands tremble moving closer to your face. “And Dustin?” Steve says.

“Yeah?” He responds, breathing unsteady.

“She’s going to live.” He confirms. Dustin exhales shakily. The boys work to get the glass out of you, patching you up as they go.

“Steve?” Dustin asks after putting a bandaid on your last cut, “is her ankle supposed to look like that?” Steve pales.

“No. But we don’t have the materials to fix it. We need to find a place to hide until we can contact Nancy and the others again.” Dustin nods.

“And Steve?” Dustin follows up.

“Yeah?” Steve questions.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry for pushing you away and constantly snapping at you and being a real bitch and-” Steve pulls him in tight, putting a hand on his head.

“It’s alright, Henderson. I’m glad you’re back.” Dustin grins and hugs him back. “Now, how do we get your girl to that church?” You blink.

“I’ll walk.” You say feebly.

“Em, oh my god!” Dustin says, turning to you.

“Hi Dusty.” You say softly.

“I’m sorry to you too,” he blurts, “I had no right to treat you like that and keep pushing you away from me. I love you. I love you so much and I was scared. I was scared I would lose you like Eddie. I should have known it was a bad idea, lovely, I just wasn’t thinking right, I-” You cut him off with a kiss, lightly pressing your lips to his.

“Shh, Dusty. It’s okay. I love you too. Let’s just focus on the now, okay?” You ask, meeting his eyes.

He looks at you like you hung the stars in the sky. “Okay.” He says, taking your hand in his. “Together.”

a/n: oh my I put so much work into this and it’s finally done!!!! I hope you all loved it!!!!!

forever troubled,

bri

[sharkbitewrites]

a part 2 to hey lover pleaseeeeeee i need a smut sequel! something involving that damn tie😇

𝐻𝑒𝓎 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇 (𝒫𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝟤)

Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Word Count: ~3.5k

Summary: After coming home from your perfect date night, Steve has one more thing planned to make the night even better.

Warnings: SMUT! unprotected piv just assume birth control is involved ig, oral (f and m receiving), super duper sweet and sensual, praise, the tie STAYS ON but it's not mentioned very much, reader's clothes are described a bit sorry.

Part 1

"Y'know... I think there's one more thing that could make this night better." He breathes with a slight smirk on his lips.

"Oh, really?" You speak, breathless already. Steve simply nods before diving back into the kiss, holding your face in his hands like you'll disappear if he lets go.

You gasp softly into the kiss when Steve's knee moves between your legs and gently presses against your core. Steve smiles and pulls away just to look at you.c

He smiles warmly, his eyes scanning your flushed face, a bit of pink dancing across his own cheeks. "I can't get enough of you. Can't believe I get to be the one you love." He pants, leaning down again and tilting his head to the side to lock his lips with yours even more intimately.

Your fingers thread into Steve's perfect hair, tugging ever so softly because you know he loves it. He lets out a quiet moan into the passionate kiss, running one of his hands down your body to hold your hip.

"So pretty." He mumbles, kissing down your jaw and to your pulse point. He sucks gently on the skin there and then smooths it over with his tongue.

He slides the straps of your dress over your shoulders and pushes it down, all the way off your body. He nearly passes out right then and there when he sees the lacy bra and underwear set you have on.

"Oh, look at you. You planned this?" He asks breathlessly, running his hands all over your body.

You smile and cup his cheek, speaking in a just as breathless voice. "Yeah, of course. It wouldn't be a proper date night if we didn't end it off like this, right?"

"Oh, baby..." He mumbles, a look of shock crossing his face when you push him onto his back. "You okay, do you--" He gasps when you climb on top of him and begin unbuttoning his dress shirt.

He begins reaching for his tie, but you grab his wrist and shake your head. "Wait, wait, wait... Keep that on." He raises his brows and looks down at you.

"You want me to... keep the tie on...?" He asks, but he doesn't even try to hide the smirk on his face. "Whatever you want, sweetheart. You're the boss."

He shrugs the shirt off his shoulders once you have it unbuttoned, then lets out a deep sigh of relief when you begin working on his belt buckle, already kissing down his stomach.

"Baby... you don't have to... I want tonight to be about you." He breathes, but makes no move to really stop you.

"Want to." You whisper, kissing right above his waistband as you unbuckle his belt. "Need it so bad." You mumble against his skin, pulling his pants and boxers down in one motion, laughing softly as he tries a few times to kick the fabric all the way off and onto the floor.

You wrap a hand around his already leaking cock and pump it a few times. You look up at him, watching as he tilts his head back for a moment and then forces it forward so he can look at you.

"Baby-- ah!" He moans when you wrap your lips around his needy tip. "Hhholy..." He slides his right hand into your hair, not guiding, just holding. His left hand twists into the sheets beside him.

He looks down at you lovingly as you take him deeper. He gently moves his left hand away from the sheets and cups your cheek instead. He lets out a soft whimper as you begin to bob up and down.

You don't take him all the way down, you'd probably choke and die if you tried, so you use your hand to stroke what you can't take. He moves your hair out of your face, using one hand to hold it back in a ponytail. Even when you're trying to make him feel good, he still finds a way to make it about you.

The moans he lets out are so real, making you so glad you have such a vocal boyfriend. It's amazing to know that you're making him feel good, and it makes you even wetter.

"You're so amazing... so-- so good." He whimpers while you hollow out your cheeks around his tip, still stroking up and down the rest of him with one hand while the other rests on his thigh.

It's not long before he's twitching and leaking into your mouth. "Baby... Baby, please-- Oh, I'm so close. I'm so-- You're so-- fffuck!" He whines and moans, still holding your hair back ever so gently.

"That's-- oh, yeah. Yeah... just like that." He moans, always a talker when he's about to come. You name falls from his lips over and over again.

You stroke faster and suck harder, relishing in the near pornographic moan he lets out as hot, thick ropes of cum unload in your mouth. His thighs tense, his hand in your hair tugging just a bit on accident. "S-sorry, hon... Oh, baby. Oh my god. So good..." He moans out desperately.

You make sure to milk him of every last drop before pulling away with a wet pop. He nearly passes out when you swallow everything without looking away from his glossed over eyes.

You crawl up, pressing your lips to his and shivering at the feeling of Steve's hands gripping your waist.

He tries to pull away from the kiss to speak, but your lips continue to follow his, so he settles on just mumbling into the kiss. "Let me-- mph-- wanna return the favor."

You let out a soft whine as he rolls you onto your back. You gently pull on his tie to press his lips to yours again, causing him to let out a soft moan. He cups your face with one hand, sliding his other hand down to your panties.

He presses over the wet spot, gently nibbling on your lower lip. "Baby... Baby, you're so wet. Gotta taste you, honey. Need it. Wanna make you feel so good." He mumbles, kissing down your neck and to your cleavage.

He reaches around to unclasp your lacy bra, immediately wrapping his lips around one of your nipples, never peeling his eyes away from yours. Steve uses his hand to squeeze at your opposite breast and run his thumb along your nipple.

He pulls away after a moment to give your other nipple the same attention as the other, sucking, licking, and ever so gently biting. He smiles a bit as you wiggle beneath him, enjoying the way he can get you so worked up.

He kisses his way down your body, peeling your panties off as he goes. Once his head is between your thighs, he looks up at you like you're some sort of goddess.

Steve gently maneuvers your legs to rest over his shoulders, pressing gentle kisses to the inside of your thigh. He looks at you through his lashes as he presses the gentlest of kisses so close to where you need him most.

"Love you... I just wanna-- god, I want to worship you all the time, y'know that. I still can't believe you're mine." He whispers, slowly working his lips closer and closer until he presses a gentle kiss right over your slippery folds.

Steve gives a little smile at the soft whine you let out, loving how reactive you are to every little move he makes. Your hands slide down, gently tangling into his soft hair and tugging ever so slightly on instinct when he presses another kiss to your soaked pussy.

"Steve.." You whine softly, prompting him to look up at you with a look that's both apologetic and mischievous.

"Sorry..." He mumbles before he attaches his lips to your aching clit, sucking softly and never breaking eye contact with you. Your body immediately jolts, and your fingers tighten in his hair.

Steve unlatches your clit and instead licks a stripe through your folds, spreading you with his tongue and grabbing your thighs just to hold on to something.

He laps at you like he's never tasted anything better. Well, in his world, he hasn't. He sucks and groans and uses his thumb to slowly circle your clit while he fucks you with his tongue.

Steve is good at giving head. Really good. He always not only makes you feel good for the obvious reason, but also makes sure you feel so loved. He mumbles praises into you, caresses your thighs to soothe you, keeps his eyes on you, always eats you like he doesn't know anything else. He loves you more than anything, and one of his favorite ways of showing it is by eating you out.

The moans you let out spur him on, his tongue licking your insides faster and his thumb pressing down harder on your clit.

"Mm... there you go baby.... You like it like that, huh?" He mumbles into your pussy, your thighs nearly closing around his head, but you manage to stop yourself.

He rolls his eyes a bit and closes your thighs around his head for you. "Told you... Like it when you do this." He moans softly, squeezing your thigh a bit as he tilts his head to the side just a bit.

He's now completely making out with your pussy, kissing and sucking at your folds as his tongue parts you and swirls around inside you.

Steve's moaning like he's the one being pleasured right now, mumbling about how pretty you are and how good he's gonna make you feel. His eyes are still on yours as you squirm and moan his name.

You close your eyes tight and moan out, but Steve won't have any of it. "Look at me." He groans into you, pulling away until you open your glossy eyes. Once you're looking at him again, he dives back in.

He rubs your clit even faster, knowing how close you are because of the higher pitch of your moans and the way your body reacts to him. Steve strokes your thigh with his free hand, his pretty brown hair bouncing slightly every time he moves his head.

The way Steve moans against you only gets you closer and closer to snapping. You begin to squirm, pushing yourself against Steve's face as much as you possibly can. He moves his hands, holding your hips and sucking your clit into his mouth.

The sounds filling the room are downright filthy, Steve's moans and groans, your whimpers and moans, the sound of the bed creaking slightly from your squirming, and the lewd squelching of Steve sucking and licking your soaked pussy.

"C'mon, honey. You're so close." He moans, unable to stop himself from pushing his hips into the mattress just a bit to relieve some of the ache.

You let out a sob of pleasure as the coil inside you finally snaps, your fingers tightening in Steve's hair as you finally fall over the edge. He drinks you up eagerly, lapping up every last drop of your release like it'll kill him if he doesn't.

"That's it, that's it." He murmurs as your thighs shake around his head, gently stroking your hips with his thumbs while making sure you ride every wave of your orgasm before he even thinks about pulling away.

Once Steve has drank every drop of you down, only then does he pull back, a grin gracing his slick covered face. He presses one last little kiss to your clit before crawling back up your body.

"You always taste so good... so damn good." He whispers, kissing up your neck and to your lips. You moan softly when you taste yourself on his lips, his tongue gently sliding past your lips.

"Pretty girl... gonna make you feel so good." He whispers with a gentle little kiss to your cheek. He reaches down to grab his heavy cock, sliding it through your messy folds and smiling when you let out a little whimper and pull at his tie.

Steve reaches up, cupping your cheek and rubbing his thumb back and forth. He knows he's big, and he knows that no matter how many times you two do this, he's going to have to let you adjust for a moment.

"You ready?" He whispers, his tip nudging against your entrance. He moves his hand from your cheek, instead cupping the back of your neck.

He smiles when you nod, pushing his leaking tip into you, then leaning over you completely to push into you. You moan out, wrapping your arm around his neck and pulling him as close as you can.

"Shh... there you go... taking me so good. I love you, beautiful." He whispers, nuzzling his face against your neck and pressing soft little kisses there.

"Steve... t'so big..." You whimper, knowing just how to stroke his ego. "Love you, too." You mumble, letting out a gasp as he slowly pulls out almost all the way, then just as slowly pushes back in.

"Oh my god, honey... always so damn tight..." He whispers against your neck, pulling away to nudge his nose against yours.

Steve finds a slow, deep pace, his hand that isn't cupping your nape moving to take one of your hands off his neck so he can lace his fingers with yours.

He moves your interlocked hands to the mattress, right beside your head. "You're so beautiful. So-- mph, god damn." He groans out, leaning down to kiss you deeply.

"Steve, right there!" You moan when he angles his hips just right. He doesn't even need you to tell him, he knows. Every single move he makes is with all the intention in the world. He always remembers what you love.

"I know, I know." He whispers against your lips, plump from all the kissing. "You are so perfect. I want you to feel amazing. Need you to." He mumbles, moving his hand from your neck to your waist.

Steve picks up the pace, but he's still so, so gentle with you. He lets out soft grunts with every thrust, his eyes squeezed shut. You pull away from the kiss just to look at the adorable face he makes during sex.

It's always so gorgeous. His face all scrunched, lips parted and sore, cheeks flushed, sweat beading at his forehead, and his hair bouncing with every thrust into your heat. Not to mention the rest of him with his... his everything.

"What's wrong?" He asks softly with a shaky voice when you pull away, his thrusts slowing and his eyes cracking open to look at your red face.

"N-no... No, Steve, I'm perfect... Just-- wanted to look at you." You pant out, sliding your hand from his neck to his cheek. He smiles and pecks your lips, squeezing your hand as he picks up the pace again.

"You feel so good, sweetheart." He pants, dropping his head to your shoulder and letting grunts and moans fly against the skin there. Your hand moves once again, this time to his back, your palm resting against the hot skin.

"Steve... shit! Can't-- oh my god, baby." You sputter out, already losing any thoughts except for Steve, Steve, Steve. He grips your thigh, hitching your leg up on his hip so he can push himself even deeper.

You let out a strangled gasp as he hits that spot inside you that makes your vision go white. You wrap your legs around him, leaning your head back in ecstasy, moaning like it's the only thing you know how to do.

"There you go... god damn, there's no way you're real." He moans against your shoulder, smiling softly as you squeeze his hand. "You close?" He grunts, feeling your pussy clenching around him.

You nod, threading your fingers into his now messed up hair, letting out a whimper that turns into a moan when he runs his hand down your body to rub at your clit.

"Steve! Steve, please! Oh-- Oh my god!" You moan out, your legs twitching at the new stimulation and your back arching up as much as Steve's own body will let you (which is not much, since he's already so close to you).

"Shh... Don't gotta say please. I'm gonna give it all to you, baby." Steve moans, pulling away from your shoulder to look at you for a moment and then press his lips against yours.

He lets out shaky little moans into your mouth. One of the things you love most about Steve is that he's so vocal, whether it be during times like this, or when you're simply running your fingers through his hair and scratching at his scalp like he loves.

Your fingers tighten in his hair, letting moans and whimpers fly freely in a constant string. Steve kisses your cheek a few times, then moves back to your shaky lips.

"Almost-- almost there..." You whimper, but Steve knows. Of course he knows. He can feel you squeezing him so tight it's hard to thrust in and out. "I know. I know. Let go, sweetie." He hums into your mouth, squeezing your hand as a way to let you know he's right there with you.

"Holy shit. Oh, honey. That's it. Keep on squeezin' like that." He pants into your mouth, rubbing your clit faster so that he doesn't come before you do. He hates to get off before you, even if only by a second.

"Steve! Steve!" You moan, hand sliding out of his hair to grip his shoulder as you finally fall over the edge. Steve lets out a deep groan as he feels your juices coat his throbbing cock.

"There you go, pretty girl." He murmurs, his moans turning into whimpers as he gets closer himself. "I love you, baby. Love you so much it hurts sometimes. You're never not on my mind-- Oh, fuck!" He moans, hips stilling deep inside you and filling you up with everything he's got.

Steve lets out a sound that nears a sob, making sure both of you are completely spent and nearly overstimulated before he collapses on top of you.

Your hand leaves his for the first time in what feels like forever, your near lip arms wrapping around his midsection as his lips gently kiss at your shoulder to ground the two of you.

"You're so amazing. Not-- Not just because of the sex. I mean, it's amazing, too. But I mean just--" He stammers, still trying to make his brain work again. He stops once he hears your little giggle from beneath him.

Steve pulls back just a bit to get a good look at your face, giving you an unamused look that betrays the completely smitten look in his eyes. "Are you laughing at me? You're so mean."

"I love you, Steve Harrington." You whisper, gently sliding your hands up and down his back. He smiles warmly and presses an equally warm kiss to the corner of your mouth. "I love you, too, sweetheart. More than you'll ever know. But I can't believe you wanted the tie on." He says with a teasing smile.

Your face suddenly feels hotter than it already is. "Shut up. You just-- you look good." You mumble, causing Steve to smile and kiss your cheek, pulling out with a soft sigh and rolling onto the bed beside you. "Y'know m'just teasing, babe." He says with a smile and another peck to your cheek. "Why don't we go take a bath, yeah?" He suggests softly.

You let out a soft sigh and roll onto your side to face your boyfriend. "That sounds nice." You whisper, smiling as Steve picks you up and carries you to the bathroom with him.

He sets you on the counter so he can start the water. Once the bath is filling up, he turns around to face you, standing between your legs and wrapping his arms around you tight.

"You're everything to me, sweetheart. Everything." Steve whispers, his face pressed against your neck. His hands are splayed across your back; one on your upper back, and the other on your lower back.

"You seriously do look good in that tie, by the way. And you look amazing when it's the only thing you're wearing." You whisper with a smile, wrapping your own arms around him and pressing your face to his shoulder.

"You're unbelievable." He says with a soft laugh, pulling away from the hug with a kiss to the top of your head. "Let's get in." He hums, holding a hand out for you to take while his other one pulls the tie off and tosses it to the corner of the bathroom.

You take his warm hand, smiling as he helps you into the warm water and then slides in behind you. Steve wraps his arms around you, resting his chin on your shoulder with a content smile.

"Thank you, Steve. Tonight was amazing. I love you." You whisper, sinking in deeper against him and turning your head to press a kiss to his bicep.

"I love you too, beautiful." He whispers, his face finding purchase in your hair.

YAYYYY I FINALLY FINISHED THIS!! It took so long I'm rewatching ALL of Stranger Things with my friend so that she and her girlfriend can watch the finale together. Love you all!

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The most recent fan art I’ve done, ps. Never let the fruity four chaperone a New Year’s Eve party (the kids end up babysitting them)

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Headcanon post-s5 ending

Steve waits around in Hawkins till the kids graduate. He doesn’t want to abandon them, not after Eddie died in the upside down. He drives Dustin to school every day before he goes to work, and takes his break just in time to pick Dustin up from school and drive him home again. His weekends are spent trying to learn how to play D&D with the kids. He helps Max with her rehab, goes to all of Lucas’s basketball games and cheers them on at every school event. Robin left town for college, but they call every Tuesday and Friday, and he helps her with her girl problems.

When the kids leave Hawkins for college, they all go to the same school. They’re bonded by their trauma and their experiences. Steve follows them, gets a place at community college and Robin transfers to be with the gang. Steve and Robin support them through their college experiences while living together. The kids use Steve and Robin’s apartment as their safe place, and they answer the phone any time it rings - especially during the night - to help them through their nightmares.