The New Boy

the new boy

paring : peter parke (tom holland) X male reader

genre : fluff

summary : Peter introduces the school to the new boy (you) and a friendship with something more begins to blossom.

You were slowly adapting to your new life since you moved with your mother and stepfather. Today was your first day in a new school, and while you were nervous, you were also excited to meet new people and make friends. As you entered the grounds of the school, a sweet-looking boy approached you.

He was smaller than you had imagined, wearing a shirt with a Star Wars design on it, he had brown hair, and seemed timid and kinda jittery, but in a cute way.

"Hey, uh... I just wanted to welcome you... I'm Peter... Peter Parker, and I've been here since first grade, and I'm considered a good student, so... they They I was asked to show you around and stuff..." he whispers "I'm really not sure what to say"

"Hey, eh… nice to meet you Peter, my name is Y/N… and as you probably know I… am new here…" you say with a brief smile.

Peter suddenly noticed he was lost in your smile. It was so radiant and expressive, like the light of the sun had been repressed and now radiating from your face. Peter was caught off-guard and blushed for a moment before becoming stunned, unable to avert his gaze. He was then able to recover himself and continue the conversation, avoiding the awkward moment.

"Well, uh... yeah, I guess I should introduce you to the school now, right?"

"Ah, yeah, sure, I would appreciate that." Peter nodded his head in affirmation "All right, follow me, I'll show you the classrooms and other areas of the school."

As you and Peter walked around the school, you had a blast chatting about all sorts of things you had in common. You discovered that both of you loved reading and collecting comic books about superheroes, building complex Lego sets and even playing similar video games.

You could feel a spark of friendship igniting between you, and it was so nice to have someone to talk to and forge bonds with over shared interests.

✁ ..time cut..

Finally, you two arrived at the end of the tour of the school. Peter had showed you all the classrooms, hallways and areas of the school. You realized that you two shared many interests and you were feeling more and more connected. It was now time for you to part ways, at least temporarily, since both of you had to head back to class.

“Well, I guess it's a temporary goodbye... I really enjoyed showing you around... and I really liked you... I mean... meeting you... sorry...” Peter says feeling his cheeks start to heat up "Okay that's cute" Peter squints his eyes and turns even redder than he was, you laugh a little at his reaction and then continue talking "I felt the same way, thank you for taking the time to do this” You say with a brief smile "You're welcome... well I should get to class. I hope to see you later!" Peter speaks with a small smile on his face.

Before parting ways with Peter, you quickly thought of something and called him. "Hey, hey, before we part ways, do you think we could go out to explore the city this weekend? I don't know much around here, so if you could go with me and show me some fun places... if you want, of course." Peter looked at you for a moment, seemingly a little surprised, then smiled and nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, sure, it's a great idea, I'd be happy to do that." Peter answered, with a big smile.

"Perfect," you say with a smile "Then... I guess I'll see you at lunch, right?" "Yeah, of course," Peter replies, nodding his head and giving a smile "I liked getting to know you Peter." You say with a smile "You're a cool guy." Peter felt a wave of warmth and happiness wash over his mind and heart "Ah, I..." he said, becoming even more flustered "I... I say the same, it was a pleasure getting to know you too, Y/N." Peter replied, smiling and unaware of just how red he was getting.

“See you at lunch, then," you say, glancing over your shoulder with a brief wave and turning to find your class. While Peter stands there, with an infatuated smile on his face, not realizing just how red he was getting.

It was certainly set to be more than just a great friendship between these two young boys.

ac : Sorry guys this was longer than I thought 😭😭 I hope you liked it ❤️‍🩹 who knows, we might have a second part of this story…

Miguel O`Hara x Male Reader

summary: the reader suffers a serious injury during the mission, and Miguel takes care of him.

cw: angst + fluff

word acount: 941

Y/n and other members of thesociety aranha were chasing an anomaly across the city on a rainy day. He ran quickly after the thing, the rain pouring down heavily on both as the boy continued to try to attack it, giving it his all to try and capture it.

Sadly, a brutal blow had struck the young boy, causing his suit to be partially ripped and his arms and legs to be scratched. His messy, now-damp hair stuck to his forehead, blood trickling from his wounds mixing with rainwater.

After finally capturing the anomaly, Y/n ran back to her shared apartment with Miguel, hoping that none of the other spiders with him would tell Miguel that he had seriously hurt himself.

But it was already too late, as moments later Miguel ran into the apartment, calling your name.

"Miguel… I'm ble-" Before you could finish, you felt two strong arms wrap you up and carry you directly to the restroom. "You shouldn't have taken that risk. There were others with you who could have helped," Miguel says while searching for the medical kit underneath the sink

You shiver as Miguel begins to work on one of your wounds, letting out a soft moan of pain as he bites his lip to try and muffle the sounds of pain."You know… I… I care about you. I worry about you, mi amor" Miguel says as he finishes wrapping a bandage around Y/n's leg to cover the cut.

"I finished." Miguel smiles as he stands up. “Thank you, mi prince” you respond with a small smile. He smiles back and leans in to place a soft kiss on your forehead.

"Come on, let's go to bed. You need to rest to heal faster. Allow me to help you get up." Miguel says, extending his hand to help you up. You nod gently and take his hand. You start walking towards your room, with Miguel wrapping his arms around you.

Once they finally arrive at the room, Miguel gently lays s/n down on the bed and then snuggles up to them, wrapping his arms around them again, taking care not to touch any wounds.

"Miguel…I'm fine. You don't need to stay… Spider society needs you there." you say, to which Miguel responds, "Nonsense, I want to stay here with you. I already told Jess that I won't be able to come tonight. I'll be with you until tomorrow, mi love. " He says as he pulls you closer to him.

"Thanks for all the help, kitten…I love you" you say as you snuggle into him.

"I love you too, mi rei." Miguel responds before placing a gentle kiss on your head and pulling you closer to him.

Finally, the two of you drift off into sleep, snuggled together, as the sound of rain outside creates a cozy, cold atmosphere.

ac: sorry if this isn't so good...it's my first fanfic, so I hope you like it 😭

Sometimes We Say Things We Don't Mean | Simon "Ghost" Riley x Male Reader | Angst with Comfort

Minors/Fem DNI

Warnings; Alcohol consumption, verbal fighting, decent apologies, hangover, hurt/comfort, this is kinda shite, randomly named character that doesn't matter but they needed a name so 🤷🏻

Request; "reader gets super fucking drunk cuz them and ghost had an argument earlier and they dont know what to do and ghost finds them about to pass out and goes wa wa wa and then they wake up and they hug because ghost thought he was gonna lose them"

A/N; I'm sorry this took so long but for the better part of a month i was like "wtf am i supposed to write for the fight" and then went "ohhh, i can search why couples fight". so work it is!

2.0k words

Y/N leaned against Ghost as he cooked dinner, a comfortable silence between them. He had come home from a long mission, not more than a week ago, and Y/N had missed him the entire time. Now that he was home, they could have gentle moments like this. Ghost could enjoy simplicity in domestic life for a change.

“I like it when you’re home,” Y/N murmured, watching Ghost cook from behind him. His arms were wrapped around his torso as he worked on a soup. “You should stay home more often.”

Ghost’s stirring faltered and he stiffened under Y/N’s embrace.

“I…” He started, grabbing a bowl of mixed spices from beside the stove, “Price informed me about something going on in Eastern Europe… They leave on Tuesday.”

Y/N moved to rest his chin on Ghost’s shoulder, side-eyeing him. “What do you mean by that?”

He didn’t respond, simply swallowing down the uncomfortable feeling in his throat when Y/N pulled away from him to lean on the counter and face him.

“No, don’t ignore me,” Y/N demanded, staring at Ghost, who avoided eye contact at all costs.

“He asked me to go with him and the Task Force to-”

“No,” Y/N cut him off, crossing his arms over his chest.

“What do you mean ‘no’?”

“I mean ‘no’, you aren’t going.”

“What makes you think you have the right to tell me what I can and can’t do?”

“I don’t, it’s just,” Y/N stared at his socks as he grew aggravated. “You’ve been home for 5 days. You would leave in, what day is it… Sunday? In one day?” He asked, glancing at Ghost. He had turned off the burner and pushed the pot onto the back burner to settle, turning to face Y/N.

“Yeah,” He responded curtly.

“You think that’s okay? Just, being gone all the time?”

“It’s my job.”

“Well, yeah, I get that, but you can turn this one down. You can spend some more time with me. Price didn’t give you an order or anything, right?”

“That’s not how that works and you know it.”

“I know…” He sounded dejected, embarrassed even. “I just… I miss having you here…”

“I know, but I have to do this.”

“Why?!” Y/N shouted, startling Ghost, who jumped at the sudden noise. It wasn’t often that Y/N would yell. He was rather soft-spoken and understanding, so it was almost scary to see him so upset. “Why can’t you be here?! Just for a few more days, that’s all I want!”

“I-” Ghost choked, eyes scanning Y/N’s face.

“I’m sick of it! I hate you leaving me for weeks on end, months, even, and once you come home it’s- it’s all you talk about! Work! I hate it!” Tears beaded in his eyes as he screamed. “I just- I want you, Simon!”

Ghost stared at him speechless. His mouth opened and closed as he tried to articulate a sentence, for the right words to say that would soothe the ache in Y/N’s heart. Nothing could come to mind.

“You said it was okay when we started dating,” He said, eyes dark. Y/N scowled, hot tears falling from his eyes. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“This wasn’t what I signed up for. Being neglected.”

“Neglected? Are you kidding?”

Y/N huffed. “It’s not my fault that I feel like y- you love your job more than me.”

“No, it’s not your fault. It’s mine. It always is, isn’t it?”

“S- Stop it! That’s not wuh- what I meant-”

“No, but it’s what you thought. Listen, I like what I do. You can suck it up and deal with it.”

“I- I know you do, I just-”

“Stop stuttering, for fucks sake!”

Y/N choked out a sob and felt his knees wobble. He puffed out his bottom lip slightly and stared at Ghost with a hurt look. When Y/N was anxious, he would stutter. Ghost knew that he was insecure about that.

“I-” He paused so that he could sound out every word without stumbling over them. “I hate you.”

Ghost twitched, hands flexing around nothing.

“Then leave,” He said without thinking. Y/N whimpered and shoved past Ghost before he could process the words that spilt past his lips.

By the time he did figure out what he said, the front door had slammed shut and Y/N’s coat was gone, his house key still on the hook. He took a shaky breath and walked to their shared bedroom to lie down and cool his head. Maybe a walk would help Y/N regain his thoughts.

“And then- he- he made fun of me,” Y/N sobbed, choking on tears while he drank a beer. “Then he told me to leave.”

“Oh, my god…” The bartender murmured. She was one of Y/N’s close friends, and he always took the bus to get to her bar when he was upset. “What a cunt!” She exclaimed. “I can’t believe you’re dating that bastard!”

“Ally, gimme a scotch,” He said before finishing his beer. “And another beer.”

That went on for some time. Drinking and sobbing and ranting, Ally listened to every word with a comforting presence.

“Do you think…” Ally turned her head from where she was fixing someone a pint of Guinness, “that it’s my fault?” Ally turned back to the glass, placing it down so it could settle, before walking over to Y/N again.

“Maybe a little,” She said, reaching out to wipe his cheeks with a towel that was in her apron. His face was burning hot, and his eyes were puffy and bloodshot. Y/N cried harder at her words, and she continued to wipe them off his face. “But you came from a good place. You should talk to him with a level head.”

Y/N looked at her with snot running down his nose. “He hates me.”

“No, I’m sure he doesn’t hate you, darling.” She walked back to the Guinness to fill it the rest of the way before handing it to an older gentleman who took it with a smile. Y/N watched her as he felt the beginning of a migraine seep through the back of his skull, creeping into his brow bone and making the back of his eyes ache. Beer doesn’t substitute water well, especially when you’re expelling all of it through your face for hours on end. His eyes drooped and his head felt heavy, so he went limp and let his forehead smack against the bar.

“BloodyJesus!” Ally jumped, glaring at Y/N. Her gaze softened at his pitiful figure: an odd bloke, drunk off his arse, sobbing in the furthest corner of the bar. It was a miracle he hadn’t thrown up yet. “Christ, don’t you dare blackout in my bar, Y/N.”

Ally’s phone buzzed in her pocket, and she fished it out to check the caller ID. ‘Simon’. She huffed and picked up, pressing it to her ear and being met with a very frantic Ghost.

“Have- Have you seen Y/N? We had a fight, he left and I- He hasn’t come home yet. I’m worried,” He said. He sounded close to tears if they weren’t already falling. A thick frog in his throat was making him choke on his words.

Ally sighed and looked at Y/N, who had managed to lift his head and reach for his unfinished beer. She smacked his hand away and grabbed the glass. “I’ve got ‘im.”

“Fuck, thank god. I’ll be there in 10 minutes.”

“What? It’s a 20-minute drive, how the hell are you… He’s hung up on me,” Ally groaned, pocketing her phone and dumping the beer in the sink. Y/N whined at the sight but didn’t audibly complain. Not in English at least.

“Gimme another,” He slurred, leaning on one of his arms. Ally shook her head and tended to another customer, fixing him a glass of whiskey and setting it in front of them.

She glanced at the front door when it burst open not 10 minutes later, slightly peeved at the sudden loud intrusion, and more so at the fact that it wasn’t a regular. Her eyes softened, however, as she saw that it was Simon. He was frantically scanning the room, noticing Ally and rushing over to her before seeing Y/N, utterly ossified and nearly asleep.

“You get this drunk out of my pub,” She said. He nodded and wordlessly helped Y/N up, wrapping an arm around him before deciding that he would fare better at bringing him home by lifting him up. Ally watched as Ghost lifted Y/N up onto his back with ease, piggybacking him.

“Thank you,” He said quietly. Ally shook her hand and shooed him, desperate to get this show out of her pub and back onto the streets where it belonged. As the door closed behind Ghost, one of the men sat at the bar looked at Ally with a confused face.

“What the feck was that holy show?” He asked, leaning forward as if it were a secret.

“Two very sad man-children.”

Y/N woke up in bed with a hangover feeling entirely shattered. He groaned and shrank back under the blankets, burying his face in his pillow to avoid the blinding morning sun.

“Oh my god…” He whimpered, rubbing his eyebrows with his fingers and groaning again. He heard the bedroom door open, but couldn’t will himself to look over to see who it was.

“Good morning,” Ghost said, walking beside the bed and setting a cold glass of water on the nightstand with 3 Dexibuprofen and a Lucozade Sport. “For your hangover.”

Y/N poked his head out of his little cocoon to look at Ghost, who was now crouched down to be eye level with him, his eyes welling up with tears at the stupid, sorry look on his face. Y/N reached out his hand and cupped his face, rubbing his stubbly cheek with his thumb. Simon leaned into his touch, eyes glossy as he looked at Y/N.

“ ‘M sorry…” Y/N whispered. His head was throbbing, but Simon was here in front of him and that was good enough for him. “I don’t hate you…”

“I know,” He responded, cupping Y/N’s hand and moving it to press a kiss to his palm. “You worried me.”

He blinked away his tears and leaned in to kiss Y/N softly, who welcomed it tenderly, holding the back of Simon’s neck. He pulled back and rested their foreheads against each other, gazing into each other's eyes carefully.

“Could you,” Simon whispered, “say that you love me?” His voice cracked at the end, his face reddening slightly with embarrassment as a tear rolled down his cheek.

“I love you, Simon,” Y/N said, leaning in to kiss him again. “I love you.”

“Take your pain killers,” He said, pulling away from Y/N so he could sit up enough to drink the pills down.

A wave of relief washed over his face when he swallowed a mouthful of cold water. It felt as though it went straight to his migraine, cooling his brain that was aching. His eyes finally felt like they weren't going to pop out of their sockets.

Simon watched as Y/N began to relax. He drank so quickly that water dripped down his chin and onto his chest. Simon smiled at Y/N with a certain fondness that was reserved just for him. A smile that only he had seen, or one that maybe Soap or Price would see a glimpse of when thinking of him.

Y/N finished the glass and set it on the side table, wiping his chin with the back of his hand and looking at Simon.

“Will you lay with me?” He asked. He looked tired again, and Simon felt tired, too.

“Yeah,” He said, crawling into bed with Y/N and laying with his head on his chest. “I love you.”

pairing: steve harrington x male reader

request: SO THE IDEA IS STEVE’S LIKE SUPER STRAIGHT RIGHT??? It’s not like he spends half the time he’s with robin staring at the reader (and his ass) nooo way no. But then then Steve spots the reader at the pool, flirting it up with Billy (pre assimilation ofc). Steve gets jealous and drags the guy he’s TOOOOTALLY not gay for out of the sweltering summer sun (cough cough sweat kink) and claims him in the locker room. Bonus breeding kink: Steve says he’s gonna get the reader nice and knocked up so he can’t go being a slut to other guys 😇😇😇

warnings: smut, cursing, breeding, obsessive!steve, degradation

steve harrington, a man you once knew as the douchebag who slept with every girl in school but you now know as robin's best friend from work, you both met one time when robin invited you to hand out with them, you didn't know steve was gonna tag along so it was a pleasant surprise when you got there to see him chatting it up with robin.

and from there all thee of you hung out more frequently but it always felt steve wanted more than just a friendship with you, when he first met you his eyes were glued to your body the entire day, you could feel them piercing every part of your body with his gaze but you shrugged it off not knowing that you had now created something in him that he never knew was there.

I mean there's no way steve could be gay for you right? like he's fucked a bunch of girls and openly boasted about how many girls he's dated but there's something about the way he eyes you whenever you're around another guy that just sets off alarms in your mind, but there's no point in thinking of that now when you're out at the public pool flirting with the hottest guy in town, billy hargrove.

you and him were exchanging very... shall we say seductive looks, you giving him a very revealing look at your ass when you bent over to drink from the water fountain and him rubbing and groping his hardened bulge as you walked by, now you two were engaged in a very sexy conversation, you both flirting very hard with eachother as he played with the whistle that dawned his mouth and you biting your lip lightly as to not kiss him in front of everyone.

but the was soon going to be ruined as steve walked out of the locker rooms after putting on his swim trunks before seeing you openly flirting with the fuck boy that was billy, he could feel his core heating up and he didn't know why but he wanted to get you as far away from the man as possible and for some reason he acted on it, immediately walking over to you and pulling you aside as you pestered him with questions.

he drags you back to the locker room and into the showers, finding and empty on and pulling you into it and pushing your back against the wall "what the fuck was that" you ask "what did you do to me" steve questions as his hands find their way to your waist, you jump in shock as his face gets closer to yours "what're you doing" you ask feeling your stomach get butterflies "why do I like you so much" steve questions to himself as he finally leans in and kisses you.

the kiss gets deeper and deeper till your hands are wrapped in his hair and he's holding you up by the thighs against the wall "I like you so much for some reason... I don't know why" steve says messily kissing you "shut up and fuck me" you breathlessly moan, hearing this steve let's you down and turns you around to have your ass on his crotch, he turns on the shower to let the water masks the sounds of your moans that are soon to cum.

he pulls down his pants letting his dick flop out, it may look slightly flaccid now but as soon as he pulls your shorts down he pops the quickest boner of his life, he runs his finger along your hole, it feels loose for some reason "care to tell me why it's so loose back here" steve asks pushing his fingers in your hole slowly "did you plan on getting fucked today" he asks with disbelief in his voice "shut up thats not the point" you say.

"such a slut for men" steve smirks as he lines himself up with your hole, he slides in without any resistance from your stretched out ass "feels just like a real pussy" steve groans as he slowly slides in and out of you "then treat it like a real pussy and go faster" you say "I should dump my load into you, get you all nice and big like youre pregnant with my cum so no other guy with talk to you" steve says as his thrusts into you turn into pounds, the sound of wet skin slapping fill the showers.

you could hear people walking by whispering about you getting fucked "steve hurry up, people are starting to realize" you ask getting shy "let them watch, then they would know I own you now" steve chuckles as his hand snakes it's way down to your dick and strokes it erratically wanting to hear your moans "fuck" you lowly say thrusting your hips into his fist "so fucking tight" steve mutters under his breath, pulling back your ass with his free hand to see your hole swallow him up "keep taking it just like that baby alllll the way in" steve groans throwing his head back while his hips move on their own.

"please cum in me" you beg backing your ass onto his dick and your dick into his hand as he tightens his fist making you cum without a thought behind those eyes "ngh" you moan as you chest heaves in and out trying to catch your breath "don't give out on me now" steve says grabbing your hips and matching them with his fast pace "take my load" steve grunts cumming in you, continuing to thrust into you, churning the cum into your loose hole "now who do you belong too" steve asks turning you around to face him "you" you shyly say "that's right now put your clothes back on" steve orders as he pulls his shorts back up and you do the same before making your way out of the locker room.

billy looking at you with concern but steve giving him a look back, a look that says "he's mine" you both walked over to where robin was sitting "what took you too so long, i was starting to think you got kidnapped" robin jokes "nothing just bro things" steve jokes nudging your shoulder, unbeknownst to robin you had steves hot load dripping out your hole and sliding down your leg, but yeah you and him were just doing some 'bro' things.

taglist: @mailmango @spermeboy @ghostking4m

Dick Grayson x Male reader

summary: reader is sick and Dick decides to stay and take care of him.

cw: fluff

word acount: 1.K

After a long and tiring night of work, you finally manage to leave and return home, to the comfort of your bed, however, what you didn't count on was a sudden change in the weather and a day that was sunny and warm, ended up becoming cold and rainy.

You walk through the streets completely soaked and disheveled, with the cold wind battering your face and chest. You try to walk as fast as you can, and finally, you reach your shared apartment with your boyfriend Dick.

You quickly took off your wet clothes and took a hot shower, eating everything you could find before going straight to bed, you were exhausted.

~ cut time ~

You wake up feeling awful, your entire body aching, hot, with a headache, and feeling nauseous. "Oh no," you think to yourself, "this can't be happening," as the thought of being sick had not crossed your mind, and you couldn't afford to miss work.

You try to get up, but fail miserably. "No, no, no," you whisper to yourself, "I can't be sick right now." Suddenly, the door to the bedroom opens, and you see Dick, your boyfriend, enter the room.

"Is everything okay?" Dick asks as he approaches you and pulls you into a hug. Suddenly, he draws back, exclaiming, "Oh crap, you're burning up!" He goes on to say, "I knew that rain you caught yesterday wouldn't do you any good. Don't move from here, I'll go get the thermometer." Before you know it, he's racing out of the room and towards the bathroom to grab the thermometer.

You make another attempt to get up, only to fail again. Your whole body ached. After a while, you finally give up and settle back onto the bed, awaiting Dick's return.

When he finally returns, he is holding a thermometer in one hand. "Here, take it, you must be sick," he says, as he approaches you. "Crap, I can't get sick, I have to work," you reply.

"Don't worry, I'll call your boss and tell him that you're sick and can't come in today. He'll understand." Dick says, before sitting down next to you and taking the thermometer. "Here, take this." Dick says, handing you the thermometer. You take it, place it in your mouth, and after a few minutes, it beeps.

"37.08°C!!" Dick exclaims. "Crap, your temperature's really high. Stay here, I'll go get the medicine." Before you can respond, he's running out of the room towards the bathroom and opening the cabinet to get the medicine box.

After a while, Dick returns with a glass of water and some pills in his hand. 'Here, take this,' he says, offering the pill to you. He continues, 'This will help lower your fever.' You reluctantly get up, take the pill, and wash it down with the glass of water to help it go down.

"Thanks," you say, making a slight face, before settling back into bed and pulling the sheets up over you. Suddenly, you feel the bed sink from the other side, and moments later, a pair of strong arms pull you close. It's Dick.

"What are you doing?" you ask, groggily, your voice raspy. "Helping my boyfriend feel better," Dick replies, with a smile. "Dick, you don't have to-" you begin, but Dick cuts you off by pulling you closer. "I insist," he says. "Besides, we can spend some quality time together. We haven't had a moment like this in a while," he adds, pulling you even closer.

"Thank you, I don't know what I'd do without you. You're the best boyfriend in the world." you say with a smile, causing Dick to let out a light laugh. "Get some rest," he says, placing a soft kiss on your head. "I'll be here by your side if you need anything. Love you."

The warmth of your bodies combining to create a comfortable and warm environment, you simply smile and begin to relax. so, in no time at all, you and Dick drift off into a deep sleep, snuggled up against each other. Without a doubt, he truly is 'the best boyfriend in the world'.

ac: this was bigger than I thought it would be 😭😭 so forgive me if it's too long, this is my second fanfic and I'm trying to get used to it. Thank you everyone for reading.

Boyfriend — Headcannons // S.H

do you have just any plain old headcannons for being steve’s boyfriend? @lover-boy-mlm

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• Steve really likes to kiss you in public…

• It’s mostly so other guys understand who you belong to, it’s kind of a possessive thing (in a good way)

• Steve is a dork, has a charming personality which had you whipped most of the time. He’s practically a fairy-tale prince, from his luscious long hair to his clothes.

• Yes, Steve is a little behind sometimes so when you correct him he kinda jokes about it (sometimes maybe a little to much) but it usually makes you laugh, his mocking is pretty funny, especially towards people you don’t like

• The sleeping arrangements are usually the same, Steve has you wrapped up in his arms, attaching you to his side, keeping you safe

• Steve is also very…VERY protective. Much like with the kids, he treats you with a kind of sterness, he wants you safe and uninjured, so the upside down is a place he wants to keep you away from…

• You both find a guilty pleasure in dancing underneath the streetlights at random times in the early mornings of the next day (usually on the weekends) it’s something Steve loves to do-

• Loves to hold your hand ANYWHERE, even in his bedroom, sitting on his bed or laying on the floor or even playing the Nintendo

• He gets a little flustered when you play with his hair and compliment on how soft and fluffy it is, it’s his pride and any words you shower him with implode his ego

• When you guys get serious, it usually involves situations dealing with unwanted feelings (Steve is a very deep lover) so you guys always check in daily, just to make sure the other is okay

• All of his friends love you, including Nancy, she actually confronted Steve to congratulate him for being himself and on being happy, Robin can’t handle it and loves having someone else to relate/vibe with, Eddie loves your music taste and often flirts (but jokingly)

• You and Steve both are mostly into the same things which strengthens the relationship, although your clothing style was the only thing that clashed with one another

• Steve buys you crop tops on purpose-

• One time on Valentine’s, Steve ended up knocking on your door with a bouquet of Roses and a box of your chocolates (because you have a really bad sweet tooth)

• Steve is the only boy that’s ever made you feel special (and that’s ever made you blush-)

• You both have great love language, When he’s using his sarcasm as a defence tactic you counter-act with the same thing which only shocks him….but secretly turns him on cause-

NSFW ~

• Steve is always most certainly the top, he loves to take control and make you feel good, but every once in a while loves to feel like he’s being cared for

• He goes feral when you wear certain laced items such as lingerie he bought from the shops located deeper into the centre of Hawkins

• Loves it when you use WAY too much lube, every is slick and slippery and it drives him insane how easy it is to slip inside of you

• Takes time to prep you, he isn’t exactly small, so expect LOTS of sensations, including his tongue (he eats ass so good)

• Loves it when you allow him to use your throat as he wishes, face-fucking is his BIGGEST kink and he’ll stop a nothing to make a mess, he certainly loves how willing you are to take it

• He’s hairy all over including his chest which not only turns you on, but himself, he definitely takes a liking to it, makes him feel more buff and he knows how crazy it drives you

• Definitely takes “Devil between the sheets” to literate. He makes it known how good he is, how the roll and pace of his hips can change so well, how slow and gentle or rough and fast he can be

• Loves using nicknames on you, definitely a “Sweetheart” “Baby boy” “Baby” kinda guy, he knows how flustered they get you which he relishes in

• HICKIES…just saying, your necks covered in them, you always have to wear shirts with high collars to cover the various red patches of skin

• His breeding kink is…out of hand (in the best way possible) which leads to alot of…intimate activities with him. (Also loves just marking you with his cum ANYWHERE)

• His aftercare is AMAZING, you can’t get enough of the back massages and pampering, the praises of how proud he was. He really showers you with alot of love.

• He cleans you up with a damp cloth…ever single time, gently and softly whilst kissing you and telling you how good you were for him

• (you don’t think he keeps your previously worn pairs of panties…why can you never find them after sex?)

• His draws are FULL of Polaroids of your naked body for when your not there…he’s a SIMP OKAY-