NSFW Alphabet | Steve Harrington X Fem! Reader.

NSFW Alphabet | Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader.

As promised, here is Steve's NSFW Alphabet. I don't usually write this kind of stuff, but I put some effort into it ❤.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Steve would be deeply concerned, especially the first night. He would be nervous, asking immediately after catching his breath how you were doing and if he hurt you. He would carefully clean you up and cover you with a blanket so you wouldn't get cold, then wrap his arms around you and give you a gentle kiss on the cheek accompanied by "I love you, honey".

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

I think it's more than obvious that his favorite part is his hair. He likes to keep it impeccable, except during the nights when it gets.... out of control more than usual. He loves it when you mess up and pull hard on his hair, even if it hurts a little.

His favorite part of you is your eyes. Steve loves to love and loves even more to be loved, that's why, every time he sees your eyes darkened with desire and love, he can't help but feel a warm feeling in his heart that lets him know you're the one.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Steve always tries to take you to the top first. He doesn't do it as a matter of pride, he just wants to make you feel special, to make every second that passes so pleasurable that you are unable to hold on and explode in a sense of ecstasy that is almost blinding.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Your first time was in Steve's car. You had both been dating for months, and had been having such sexual tension for over two weeks that you were both too desperate to be able to hold out until Steve's house. It was late at night and you were late for a meeting with Robin and Eddie, but neither of you really cared, not when Steve was too busy sticking his hand up your skirt.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

As everyone here knows, Steve is a very experienced man. You were definitely not his first girl, but I assure you that every second with him felt like it was. Every kiss, touch and caress felt like the first, and when was the first time Steve had really been with a woman for love? For both of you it felt like the first time, and Steve won't be ashamed to say that it was because you were both yours first real love.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

His favorite position would be the miner. He likes to look into your eyes at all times; to see your expressions, the mess of your hair spread out on his pillows, your fists clenched on either side of your head, your mouth ajar, moaning so sensually that his head goes crazy. Yes, it's definitely her favorite.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

The first few times he tried to be seductive, serious, but after so much time together and feeling completely confident, he is not afraid to make jokes with a double meaning. No doubt he will love to joke with you and be able to kiss your smile every time he makes you smile. Deep inside he knows that the jokes are just for that, so he can see your beautiful lazy smile.

H = Hour (What time do they prefer to have sex?)

Without a doubt, I think his favorite time would be just as the sun begins to set. The orangey yellow tones would give his such a romantic and sensual touch that would set the perfect mood for a seductive night with the person he has loved the most, you.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

It would depend a lot on his mood. He'd definitely be romantic most of the time; he'd kiss all over you, smile against your skin and move just the way you like it, without getting rough. But -and yes, there is a but- I also think that, if you just got out of an argument and decide to have "make-up sex", he would be much rougher, obviously stopping if it bothers you -although that doesn't happen much-, he would be more passionate, squeeze your thighs, bite your collarbone, all to vent his anger and passion, and that you do the same with him, of course.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Does he masturbate? Totally, much more often than he would like to admit. Would he tell you it's because of you and your pictures? Not at all. He has some somewhat... compromising pictures of you, they were a special gift you gave him as a joke on one of his birthdays, but he never admitted he liked them so much, nor how much he used them to reach his limit. It would be a secret he would take to his grave, or so he hoped.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Without a doubt the Praise Kink and the Breeding Kink. He loves to praise you, make you feel as special as he can, it's his way of reminding you that you are the most beautiful woman he has ever met, he won't hesitate to tell you that every chance he gets -especially when he's lungeing-. Ever since he started dating you he's made it clear that he's been on the fence about wanting kids, but he never knew that breeding would be his thing until you offered it to him. The thought that you might have a child because of this made him more and more excited, and you loved that.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Although he loves to do it in his bed because of the comfort, his favorite place is his car. It's small, so you need to be practically glued to each other, every move is one more close-up. Plus, it's the perfect excuse to make you ride him in the driver's seat, and that definitely gets him off his rocker.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

The skirts or shorts. It's kind of like a code between you. He knows that if you wear these things it's because you want to go further, and he won't hesitate for a second to please you, even if you do this to provoke him in the middle of a crowd.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

One thing I don't think he would ever do would be to demean you. Steve is someone who loves with all his heart, someone who has suffered so many losses that the mere thought of you leaving him would hurt. For that very reason I think he would never treat you like a "slut" or "bitch" during sex, on the contrary, I think he would treat you like a fucking Goddess or queen, which is how he sees you and believes you deserve to be treated.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He likes both. He likes to watch you try to take it all in and, realizing you can't, take the rest in your hand, frowning slightly every time you realize it's really too big. But no doubt he also loves to give them; whenever he does he stares at you, he's so attentive and you so on top that you don't notice how he gives you a look as dark as night.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It is usually, as I said before, slow and sensual. He always wants to hit that spot that makes your whole body tremble with pleasure. But there are always nights when, almost unconsciously, he ends up being much rougher and faster, so much so that you even went so far as to break the back of your bed a little on one of those occasions.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He doesn't like them that much, mainly because he loves to take his time with foreplay, although he would never say no to one. Normally the "quikies" happen just before some meeting or celebration where both should be. No need to clarify that neither could resist seeing how you were dressed.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He likes to experiment as long as you agree. He's not someone who does a lot of research on the subject, he likes to be more spontaneous, so most of the time you're the one who brings the subject to the table. On more than one occasion you have tried softer things like role-play, even sensitive restraint, and Steve can say if nothing else that he wouldn't mind trying new things if they can be this exciting.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can certainly last a long, like, long time, but he rarely reaches his limit. And the thing is, after so long having so many girls, his desire has been a little too high, and although you've never judged that, it's true that he's a little tricky when it comes to having sex, he's too active - and you love that, even if you don't say so-.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Steve doesn't have toys for himself, but for you? Oh, of course he does, and several. You gave him the idea as a joke, but it got his attention so much that he couldn't help but buy a toy or two. After seeing your reaction to them he ended up buying a large collection of them.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

It only does it when you are in the "rough" nights. He teases you so much that you cry with pleasure without even having him inside you. He only needs a few minutes, your underwear off and his fingers to tease you properly.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Steve doesn't moan loudly, the sounds he makes are more like grunts. They are soft and low, so low at first that, if he wasn't grunting against your ear, you'd never hear it. As he gets to the top those grunts get louder and louder, until they become a low, pleasurable moan that sends an electric current through you every time it leaves his lips.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

The first time you asked him to practice breeding Kink was so nervous that he stuttered all night long. It was the first and last time you saw him act almost submissive.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Well, besides having a well-crafted body, moles everywhere -which you love to kiss during sex- and slightly tanned, flawless skin, he also has a pretty big member. I'm not kidding when I say that rumors about him spread after the two of you started dating.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

As I said before, his sexual desire is high, but he knows how to handle it. He would never do anything you wouldn't want, so most of the time he just waits for you to come on to him or just gives you very direct hints about what he wants. You rarely refuse, but when you do he just sticks to you and cuddles you to sleep.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Most of the time he falls asleep after about ten minutes, during which time he cleans up, tidies up a bit and covers you with the sheets. After that he ends up so exhausted that he just lies down and falls asleep.

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I threw the roulette, it came out NSFW 🥲. I'll upload Steve's NSFW Alphabet shortly, because I love him 🤌.

Subject 08 | Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader

a/n: Yes, I posted the above because I was going to do this 🕴 although I thank the person who posted a link, thanks <3.

The zombie virus has spread rapidly. Scientists are desperate to find a cure, and sometimes, on difficult occasions, questionable actions need to be taken.

Warnings: A little bit of fluff at the end, angst (seriously, this was supposed to have just a little bit, but for some reason I feel like the ending says something very different), human trials, confinement.

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The noise of the machines unbalanced Y/N's consciousness. The beeping of her heartbeat, the needles through her arms, draining her blood rampantly. Fear flooded her slowly as she reacted again.

She couldn't remember how she had gotten there, much less who the men were who were preparing a fluorescent yellow liquid and inserting it into a large needle.

The first thing she thought as she saw it was that her death was approaching. How disappointed she was. She had managed to run from Zombies, survived the onslaught of psychopathic people trying to attack her for simply not being part of their side, and now she was captured by strangers with horrendously colored injections?

"Subject 08 has awakened, sir" spoke one of the men wrapped in a white suit and blue pouch shoes "shall we continue with the procedure?"

A shiver ran through her, what procedure were they talking about? She didn't know, but it didn't sound good at all. Fear began to consume her bit by bit, thinking of her family, her brother, her mom, all those people who meant something to her, would this be the end of her? Just when she thought she might be free?

All her thoughts stopped when she felt a sharp prick in her neck. The needle was so cold it hurt. She could feel the liquid coursing through her veins and making her body burn, almost as if his body was being deformed and re-formed.

She tried to scream, but she couldn't. A brown leather belt had been placed over his mouth to keep her from making noise. She nibbled at it, spat and screamed on it, but it was all to no avail. No one could hear her, at least no one decent enough to release her.

Sooner rather than later, the pain became so unbearable that she ended up falling unconscious.

When she opened her eyes she was no longer on that horrible stretcher, surrounded by guys in white suits and strange devices. She had been locked in a high-tech cell. There was only a bed and a bathroom, the only way out was a glass door, which she assumed was armored, with a few holes to let air in.

She surveyed the place, determined to get out of there cost what it would cost.

"Hey" said a blonde girl with bright blue eyes and a white robe that covered her almost completely "how are you?" she crouched on the other side of the door, resting her hand on the glass and smiling kindly.

'Am I dead and an angel came for me?' Y/N thought, watching as the nameless girl's skin was almost as white as the walls, would she have low sugar?

"I'm Allyson" she muttered, taking a small key and opening a hatch the size of her arm "actually, I'm in charge of subject 010" she smiled again, passing a tray of food through the hatch, "but I couldn't help but feel guilty for giving food to him and not you."

Y/N frowned in confusion. Why was the girl being nice? Why did she seem to care about her? Why was she embarrassed for bringing her food? Maybe she really had died.

"Surely you are very dazed" the concern in her voice was genuine, and it made Y/N wonder if she was really aware of what they were doing here "I never agreed with the system in this place, consent for procedures are very important to me, but no one listens to a recent college graduate."

"What is this place?" she mumbled, eyeing the food suspiciously.

"It's a lab located in Hawkins, Indiana" Allyson nodded confidently, as if trying to affirm to herself what she was saying "our team is charged with finding a cure for the zombie virus"

"So what am I doing here?" she knew the answer, it wasn't stupid, but she still preferred to hear it from someone, that would make it more real.

"They checked your medical records and thought you fit the profile" she sighed, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment at her actions, "you're basically a test subject."

"A lab mouse" Y/N growled, clenching her jaw tightly.

"Welcome to the mousetrap" said a man with mockery in his voice.

Y/N stood up, searching with his eyes for whoever said that, but she empty looked almost empty, except for Allyson.

"Don't be like that with her" Allyson scolded the guy, frowning slightly "You know well how hard it is to get here without knowing anything."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever" he muttered as footsteps were felt in the cell next door.

"Is that my cellmate or something?"

"Neighbor" nodded the girl with a smile "I know it's stupid and very hypocritical of me to say this, but I hope you can feel comfortable here, I'll do my best to give you the best treatment."

Y/N just nodded, knowing she would have no choice but to get used to this hell they called a lab.

After Allyson had left the food in the cell next door, silence reigned in the place. Apparently, the two of them were the only ones in the place.

"What's your name?" muttered the boy next to him, hitting the wall with something that sounded similar to a ball.

"What?" replied Y/N, staring at the white wall as if she could pierce the plaster.

"Your name" he laughed softly, causing baby butterflies in her stomach "or do you not have one?"

"Yes, yes I do" she took a breath, cursing herself for feeling things in a situation like this "my name is Y/N".

"Edward" replied the boy back "although I prefer Eddie, he's more casual, you know? Edward doesn't go with my style" he joked, eliciting a slight chuckle from her.

"Well?" said Eddie, crossing his arms with a proud smile on his face "What do you think?"

"I like it" Y/N nodded, looking at the walls painted in her favorite color, "Lucky we were able to find a jar of this color."

"Right?" he moved closer to her, wrapping his arms around her waist and gently kissing her shoulder, "It feels good to start from scratch, even when the world is ending outside."

They both laughed, knowing that their stay here might well not be permanent, but they would enjoy it as much as possible. They had been separated for years, and being reunited in a village with a small group of people who were in charge of keeping it standing and making sure no zombies got in was like a wish come true.

Almost all the houses were empty, barely using four of the entire village. They were white, but stained by moss and rain. The oak wood windows were beautiful, and some even had patio sets. It felt almost like paradise.

"The first group leaves today to forage" Eddie muttered, sighing heavily, "I get to go with Steve, Jonathan and Billy."

"Wow, what an interesting group" replied Y/N teasingly, knowing the atmosphere between the four of them was awkward "I wish you luck, handsome".

"I'm gonna need it" he gasped dramatically, letting go of Y/N and plopping down on the makeshift bed "You're lucky, you got to go with Robin, Allyson and Dustin, they're the nicest."

"Stop complaining and go get ready, none of them, with the exception of Jonathan, have any patience for you" she grabbed a leather jacket from the beat up, rusty closet, throwing it in his face.

In less than ten minutes Eddie was ready to leave. He stood in front of the exit gate, watching some of the residents dismiss the seekers. In the worst cases none came back. In most, this was not the case.

"I'll be back safe and sound," he raised his hand, pretending to do a scout salute.

"You'd better, Munson" Y/N muttered, feeling his stomach twist with worry. Suddenly the uncertainty became too great and a pain in his chest prevented her from breathing "I love you".

"I love you too" he smiled brightly, cupping her cheeks and kissing her lips lovingly. Deep down, they both knew it was a goodbye kiss, it always was when this time came, and they always came back.

She always hoped he would.

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The price of love III | Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader.

Warnings: This is only fiction, it would be strange for anyone to take it to heart, but to avoid any misunderstanding, please do not take this seriously.

a/n: This is the final part :D sorry it took me so long, I have no excuses, I literally have it done since before I posted the first part lmao. If for some reason you read this and also have been reading Steve's series based on Titanic, I plan on watching the movie soon so I can move on <3.

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No one said a word. You could feel the tension in their bodies and the terror on their faces. Things were going to come out, and they would soon.

Y/N knew it could come to pass, but she hadn't planned for it to be so soon. She began to see possibilities and ways to try to hide it or camouflage her intentions, or at least that's what she thought she wanted.

A slightly strange idea crossed her mind, it would be risky, but if it worked then the four of them would have their 'tasks' much easier.

"We were chopping wood for the stove," she muttered, looking at the floor, "I forgot to bring the axe, so Alex offered to do it with the machete".

Eddie relaxed his shoulders, letting out a puff of air, moving closer to Alex. On the other hand, Steve kept his skeptical gaze on Y/N, he knew something was wrong.

"And why were you crying, did you cut yourself?" He began to check her body quickly, frowning with concern.

"It's just..." she sighed, looking at Alex with teary eyes. "Alex said you'd come here together to sell," she leaned her head on Steve's chest, sobbing, "and while we were chopping wood we heard the sirens of the patrol cars and thought they might come for you two" she lowered her voice, hugging Steve tightly. "We were so afraid something bad might happen to you."

Alex, still confused about what was going on, just opted to nod her head automatically, staring at Y/N, how could she lie so well and make it look so real?

"I know a place we could go, it's very close and I doubt the police will go there," she grabbed Steve's hand, pulling him gently.

None of the people present asked questions, after all it was Y/N, she would never hurt them, would she?

They didn't have much time to ask questions, the place was seriously quite close. The five of them stopped in front of the rickety old wooden house. Y/N pulled out a key and unlocked the door, letting everyone in.

Once inside, the atmosphere changed in a frightening way. None of them knew what was going on, but the place was full of fonts, documents and colored index cards, it was as if it were a police station or a private detective's department.

"I'm sorry, I think I'd better go, I have to go to work and..." Peter stopped when he noticed that the front door would not open. He tried to struggle with all his strength, but there was no point, they were locked in.

"You don't have a job, Peter," Y/N muttered, changing her expression to one of total seriousness, "did you forget that your boss fired you for discovering that you were sleeping with his daughter?"

"How do you know that?" He stepped back in fright, bumping into the door. "Why can't I go out?"

"It only opens from the outside," she smiled, approaching him slowly, feeling the looks of confusion and surprise directly on her back, "the only way out is if you have the key, it's that or die."

Peter's throat went dry, he looked in horror at everyone, noticing that they were almost as shocked as he was. Y/N stepped around Peter, stopping behind him and pulling his hair tightly.

"You know? It's funny, I always thought this thing we were doing would be a secret," she smiled, pulling the small pouch out of her pocket and pouring the powder into Peter's mouth. "But on second thought, why lie to each other when we can help each other?"

He dropped Peter's dying body, who sooner rather than later began foaming at the mouth. Y/N stepped over his body, staring at the three teenagers she knew so well. None of them knew what to say.

"Did you know?" Eddie muttered, watching Peter take his last breath.

"Did you really think I wouldn't notice? I knew you were trying to manipulate me to get information out of Alex, just as I knew that all those girls disappearing overnight weren't the work of some lunatic man," she looked at Alex sideways, resting her head on her hand, "you're no slouch yourself, honey, I'm surprised you thought I was dumb enough to think that bat has been bloody since '84."

She let out a laugh that echoed through the four walls, the four of them still silent, looking at each other.

"I knew it from the beginning, I've been watching everything from afar, secretly helping you clean up the evidence," her expression quickly darkened. "I've been patiently waiting for a moment when everyone would open their eyes to something so obvious, although of course, I never thought about the possibility of teaming up," she got down from the table, approaching Steve and wrapping her arms around his neck. "After all, the four of us have the same goal," she smiled warmly, fixing Steve's hair carefully, "to protect the one we love the most."

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