vanessa

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More teave…

Teaeve × Reader

Steve Harrington × Reader × Travis "Teacake" Meacham

A/N: okkk… so what prayers do I need to say to make this happen?

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·✶· Teacake who’s still panting, half-hard and slick from being buried inside you, but already eager for more. He shifts so he’s kneeling beside you on the bed, cock twitching as he looks down at you with those wide, hungry eyes. Steve mirrors him on your other side, thick and still glistening from you. You reach for both of them at once, wrapping a hand around each cock: Steve’s heavy and hot in your left, Teacake’s eager and leaking in your right.

·✶· Steve who groans low when your fingers tighten around him, hips pushing forward into your grip. “Fuck, baby… just like that.” His hand comes down to cover yours, guiding you into a slow, firm stroke while his other hand strokes your thigh. He glances over at Teacake, smirking. “Look at him—already leaking all over your fingers. You gonna make him lose it first?”

·✶· Teacake who whines softly at the contact, thrusting shallowly into your fist with zero shame. He’s messy immediately, precum dripping down your knuckles as he rocks into your touch. “Shit—your hand feels so good… tighter, please—yeah, like that.” He leans across you to kiss Steve messily, tongues sliding, while his free hand finds your breast and plays with your nipple. Every time you twist your wrist on the upstroke he moans into Steve’s mouth. You work them both in rhythm, alternating between long, slow pulls and quicker, tighter strokes near the heads. Teacake’s cock throbs wildly in your hand, slick and flushed dark. Steve stays rock hard, velvet-smooth skin sliding over steel, his abs tensing every time your thumb swipes over the sensitive head.

·✶· Teacake who breaks the kiss with Steve to look down at your hands, eyes glassy. “Both of us… fuck, look at her jerking us together. She’s got us so fucking wet.” He reaches down to help you, his fingers sliding over yours on Steve’s cock, making everything even slicker. His hips stutter. “I’m not gonna last if you keep doing that—Steve, she’s gonna make me come all over her tits if you don’t stop her.”

·✶· Steve who chuckles darkly, voice rough as he fucks your fist a little harder. “Good. Let her see how bad you want it.” He leans down to kiss you deep and possessive, then turns to bite at Teacake’s shoulder while you pump them faster. His hand leaves yours to tease between your legs again, fingers circling your clit in time with your strokes. “You’re doing so good for us, sweetheart. Keep going—just like that. Want to watch you make him fall apart first.”

·✶· Teacake who’s getting louder, hips jerking erratically now, spit-slick and desperate. “Baby—fuck—gonna—!” He comes hard with a broken moan, thick ropes spilling over your hand and across your stomach and breasts. He keeps thrusting through it, whimpering, eyes locked on the mess he’s making on your skin.

·✶· Steve who watches with dark satisfaction, still rock hard in your grip. He uses Teacake’s cum as extra lube, guiding your hand faster on himself until his thighs tense and he growls your name. He pulls out of your fist at the last second and finishes across your chest, mixing with Teacake’s release, marking you both at once.

·✶· Teacake who immediately leans down and starts licking it off your skin with messy enthusiasm, humming happily. “Tastes better mixed together… fuck, we made such a mess on her.” He glances up at Steve with a cheeky grin. “Your turn to clean her up next, Harrington.” Teacake who’s still buzzing with leftover energy even after everything, kneeling between your spread thighs while you lie back against the pillows, exhausted and blissed-out. Your body feels heavy and warm, every limb pleasantly sore as you watch them through half-lidded eyes. He glances at you with that eager little grin, then looks over at Steve. “She’s tired… but we’re not done yet, right? Let her watch us for a minute.”

·✶· Steve who’s still hard, cock heavy and slick from earlier, shifts closer on his knees so he’s facing Teacake right in front of you. His hand slides down his own length once before reaching out to wrap around Teacake’s cock too. “Yeah… let her see.” His grip is firm and sure as he strokes Teacake slowly, thumb swiping over the leaking head. Teacake’s breath hitches instantly. You watch drowsily, too spent to do more than breathe and enjoy the show. Your chest still rising and falling, skin marked with their earlier releases, thighs sticky. It’s hot in the laziest, most satisfying way.

·✶· Teacake who moans openly and reaches for Steve right away, his hand less coordinated but enthusiastic as he grips Steve’s thick cock. He presses closer so their shafts slide against each other in their combined fists, hot skin on skin, the heads bumping and rubbing together with every stroke. “Fuck… Steve—your dick feels so good against mine. Look how wet we both are.” He’s thrusting shallowly into their hands, chasing the friction, eyes flicking over to you every few seconds like he wants to make sure you’re still watching.

·✶· Steve who keeps his strokes steady and controlled, guiding Teacake’s hand on him while he works Teacake’s cock with long, slick pulls. The wet sound of their shafts rubbing together fills the room: messy, obscene. He leans in and kisses Teacake slow and deep, then murmurs against his lips, “She’s watching, Teacake. Show her how much you like feeling me against you.” His free hand reaches back to gently stroke your calf, grounding you even while he focuses on the man in front of him.

·✶· Teacake who’s getting louder, hips rocking faster, cocks sliding and pressing together in their fists. Precum mixes and drips down over their knuckles. “She looks so pretty like this… all tired and fucked out, just watching us jerk each other off.” He whines when Steve twists his wrist just right. “Gonna come again just like this—rubbing against you while she sees everything.” You let out a soft, tired hum of approval, eyes heavy but fixed on the way their cocks look pressed together: Steve’s thicker and flushed, Teacake’s twitching and leaking all over both of them. It’s filthy and intimate, the two of them putting on a show just for you.

·✶· Steve who smirks, picking up the pace, their fists working in tandem now. He keeps glancing over at you with dark, affectionate eyes. “You like this, baby? Watching us touch each other?” He leans in and kisses Teacake harder, their moans mixing as they rut into their hands. Teacake comes first with a broken whimper, spilling hot between them and over Steve’s fist. Steve follows right after, groaning low as he paints both their stomachs and Teacake’s cock with his release.

·✶· Teacake who slumps forward against Steve, both of them breathing hard, sticky and satisfied. He looks over at you with a lazy, blissed-out smile. “Did you like that, honey? We can do more if you want… or we can just come hold you while you rest.”

·✶· Steve who pulls Teacake in for one last slow kiss before they both crawl up on either side of you, wrapping you up in their arms. Their hands are still a little sticky as they gently stroke your skin, pressing soft kisses to your shoulders and neck. “Rest, baby. We’ve got you.”

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[whispersoflost]

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a sweet treat | steve harrington

fluff, firefighter!steve, baker!reader, meet cute, female reader, no use of y/n, she/her pronouns for reader | request by @violatedvibrators (greatest username of all time)

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Steve Harrington had been kicking himself for almost a whole week for not asking for your number when he had the chance. In his defence, he had been working at the time and since he was making sure that your building didn't burn down after a baking recipe gone wrong, asking for your number hadn’t been too high on his priority list.

But man, he really regretted not asking for it anyway.

Because he knew there had been something between the two of you that night—that it wasn’t just gratitude for putting out the fire you had accidentally started in your eyes.

He wanted nothing more than to go back to your apartment and ask you out but he knew how insane and deeply inappropriate that was and so, Steve had decided to leave it in the hands of fate. He told himself—if it was meant to be, you’d find each other again.

And fate intervened one rainy Saturday morning just before his shift.

One of his colleagues, Sam, had recently moved and came into work the other day raving about a little independent bakery a few blocks away. He had said their cinnamon buns were to die for.

And so, Steve wanted to see for himself just how good Sugarplum Bakes was.

The bell above the door had barely rung all morning. Saturdays were usually your busiest day but with the rain hammering down outside, no one seemed to want to venture outside for a pastry.

And so, you hum to yourself as you finish a fresh batch of blueberry cinnamon buns, the quiet morning giving you some time to work on a new recipe.

You had been more careful this time since your last attempt at a new recipe had resulted in a small kitchen fire. You had naturally panicked about it but when the fire brigade turned up and the most gorgeous man you had ever seen put out the fire like it was nothing, you found yourself feeling flustered for reasons that had nothing to do with the burnt pastries.

You had been so deep in thought about said gorgeous fireman that you barely even notice how much icing you had been pouring over the cinnamon buns.

“Shit,” you mutter to yourself, eyes on the excessive amount of icing now covering the buns. It was definitely a little more than you would usually use on your cinnamon buns but they still looked delicious.

You suppose you could blame it on the gorgeous fireman who had been on your mind for the past week.

You were just slicing up the buns when the bell above the door sounded for the first time in over an hour.

“Coming!” You call, wiping your hands on your apron before rushing out of the kitchen to greet the customer who was carefully inspecting one of the displays.

You open your mouth to do your usual greeting, one that you knew like the back of your hand but you freeze when the man—who was wearing a Hawkins Fire Department jacket—look up and you see the eyes of the fireman who had prevented your apartment from burning down.

You stare at him with wide eyes, briefly wondering if you were dreaming or perhaps even hallucinating his presence.

But he smiles at you and says, “hey. You burnt any more pastries yet?” And you knew then that you were definitely not dreaming.

You laugh nervously as your hands hastily smooth down your apron like it would help you in this situation. Like it would stop your heart from racing or make the fluttery feeling in your stomach go away.

“Not yet,” you reply with a small smile, your cheeks feeling hot all of a sudden. “That was a one time thing, I assure you. No fires here.”

“That’s a damn shame,” he says, the corner of his mouth lifting and amusement glittering in his warm eyes. “I’d love an excuse to see you again.”

Your stomach does something funny at those words. You decide to ignore it for the time being.

“Well, this is actually my bakery so feel free to stop by anytime,” you tell him, trying to keep the nerves out of your mouth. “On the house, of course. Since you—you know, stopped me from burning down my kitchen.”

The man laughs and the sound makes you feel warm inside, makes you forget about the rain pouring outside.

“I’m Steve, by the way. Steve Harrington.”

You tell Steve your name and his smile widens.

“Pretty name for a pretty baker,” he tells you. You pray he doesn’t notice how flustered that makes you feel, how those words seem to have rewritten your brain chemistry entirely.

You should say something smart, something that would make him feel as flustered as you feel. But you come up short and so, you say nothing.

“So—I’ve been told your buns are pretty good.”

You blink, something twists low in your gut. “Sorry, what?”

Steve falters, his face and the tips of his ears turning red as he realises the accidental euphemism that had slipped from his lips. The fact that he was now flustered makes you feel even more endeared to him.

“Your cinnamon buns,” he explains, cheeks still burning. “I just—I’ve heard good things. I didn’t mean—”

It was your turn to smile now, your turn to revel in his slightly flustered demeanour.

“I actually just made some blueberry cinnamon buns. New recipe I’m trying out,” you tell him. “Fair warning, I used way too much icing on them. But I’d love a second opinion.”

Steve pauses then smiles and says, “there’s no such thing as too much icing.”

You take extra care with the bun you pick out for Steve, making sure it was the best one from the bunch (for feedback purposes, obviously) and you pack some of extra blondies and a danish swirl in the takeaway box.

You hand it over the counter to Steve and there was a moment where your fingers brush against his and the fire in your gut burned so hot you weren’t sure that there was anything that could put it out, even the firefighter stood in front of you.

“Does this come with your phone number?” Steve asks, a hopeful edge to his voice. “You know—just so I can give you a full review on these over-iced buns.”

The question does nothing to help your heart ponding in your chest, in fact, it makes it beat even faster. Makes you feel a lightheaded.

“It does.”

You smile back at him before grabbing a nearby pen you use for noting orders and a napkin, which you scribble your number on.

Steve takes the napkin, barely able to contain his smile as he slides it carefully into his pocket.

“I’ll call you,” he promises, already planning on calling you the second his shift ends. “Until then—don’t start any fires. Or do, at least then I’ll get to see you again.”

You laugh as he leaves the bakery, thanking your lucky stars that Steve Harrington decided to stumble into your bakery.

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[whispersoflost]

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an appreciation post for joe keery's acting steve's subtle facial expressions

[kassy-djomunson]

always next to each other

[djohours]

Anyways happy Saturday

[keer-y]

hardcore grinding and then just the tip while you’re sucking each other’s tongue…

PLEASEEEEEE omg i am even more insane

WITH WHO? GATOR? STEVE? WHO DID YOU MEAN

or … keys

god any of them would fucking tease you with just the tip for all different reasons ☠️

gator just bc he’s a fucking piece of shit asshole who wants to hear you cry and whine for more but he also likes just pushing into you a little bit and letting you squeeze down on just the head of his cock while he jerks himself off into you, loves watching your slit clench down on him even as the thick head stretches you out

steve bc he loves the way you’re writhing under him, legs spread, chest heaving as you try to roll your hips onto him bc you’re ready and wanting but he just smooths his hands over your hips and settles your thighs on his and eases agonizingly slowly into you… but stops and pulls out again

and KEYS…….. mean keys would like to give you just the tip and like just twitch his hips forward into you until you’re rubbing your own clit and begging him for more because you need it and he still wouldn’t until you start begging because he needs to feel needed

[whispersoflost]

shit- 💀💀

[boyd-stevens]

CAPTAIN AMERICA: CIVIL WAR (2016) dir. Anthony & Joe Russo THE FALCON AND THE WINTER SOLDIER (2021) dir. Kari Skogland

[eternal-sunflowers]

shut the fuck up

DJO in Forest Hills, 7/17/26

[whispersoflost]

oh my -

[eternal-sunflowers]

so totally completely normal about this yep yep yep

DJO in Forest Hills, 7/17/26

[kassy-djomunson]

fuck him

[whispersoflost]

oh sweet jesus

[harringtonstar]

thinking about Steve Harrington just being obsessed with fingering you, and he’s really messy with it too. So by the time he’s made you cum a couple times, he pulls his hand away and it’s just dripping with your release. It’s sticking to his fingers, strings stretching when he spreads them apart just to fall back onto his knuckles. And because never lets a good thing go to waste—Steve brings his fingers to his mouth and licks them clean, your arousal coating his tongue and pooling there so warm and slick. Just for him to spit it back on your cunt and start all over again, devouring you with his mouth this time.

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Nancy & Steve

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my beautiful baba :,)))

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whatever

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happy sean lockwood :)