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Requests are open! And greatly appreciated! I only do characters not real ppl, feel free to request anything and i’ll decide if i’d like to write it, I’m pretty open to most requests so don’t be shy🙈, but also don’t feel hurt if I do not answer your request, I either (respectfully) do not want to do it, or i’m getting to it!

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MDNI 18+ blog

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- Steve Harrington 🫶🏻

🍨= my favs

One shots:

Steve makes it up to you

Steve begging you to sit on his face

Cockwarming with Steve 🍨

Quiet sex w Steve, (parents across the hall) 🍨

Steve x the polaroid of you in his wallet 🍨

Picnic date with Steve

Hawkins drive in 🍨

Breeding kink w Steve

Cum play ft steve’s tummy 🍨

Take the call

Play fighting gone sexual

Thoughts/blurbs:

Making out with Steve 🍨

Steve kink head canons

Steve and calling his girl “Honey” blurb 🍨

Baths with Steve

Gamer Steve

Beach days w Steve

Christmassy blurb

4/20 walk with Steve

Steve and calling his girl “honey” <3 I feel like one day he called you honey and ever since then it’s became his little nickname for you, I just know it would sound so perfect coming from him. “Awe honey” he says with a cute little pouty face when you whine that your cramps are hurting, him doing anything he can to make your pain go away because he hates seeing his honey hurt. “Hi honey” he says with a big smile, mumbling it into your ear as you greet him with a big warm hug, hands wrapped around his neck. “Morning honey” he says to you, kissing your skin, legs tangled up beneath his sheets. Cant forget “taste so good honey” being mumbled into your cunt as his head lays between your legs.

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Taking a bath with Steve>>> He’s so gentle while undressing you, placing warm kisses all over your body in the process. His warm hands helping to guide you in the tub, of course he checks the temperature before you get in so it’s just the way you like it. Having you sit between his legs in the warm soapy water, him tracing patterns in the bubbles that sit on your back,chest, and shoulders, kissing your skin even though it taste like bubbles. He would wash your hair for you, massaging your scalp, washing down every inch of your body for you, he loves it too, he loves when you’re vulnerable with him and loves taking care of you. Maybe you’ve had a bad day? Maybe started your period and he knows just the way to relax you. He has a clean towel and a fresh set of pajamas waiting for you once you guys are done. Also vice versa, you behind him, arms hugging him, hands toying with his wet hair, helping him wash his back, your soft hands gliding over his body, kisses being left by you. It’s a moment so intimate and relaxing for you guys, nothing beats a warm cozy bath with Stevie 🛁 it would make all my problems go away.

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Make out session with Steve Harrington

just a thought 😋

Kinda inspired by the pic below because Steve Harrington is such a hand holder during sex and I love it.

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Fem Reader

Word count: 356

Warnings: MNDNI 18+ Make out session, heavy petting and grinding, descriptive words

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Late nights in Steve’s bedroom, you were never much of a kisser, yeah a few short make out sessions with past bfs, never lasting more than an hour, fine. -Then you met Steve. god you can kiss him for hours and I mean hours.

Your back to the bed, Steve hovering over you, legs tangled in his as he weighs heavily on top of you lips attached to yours. The only noises are of his record player playing from across his dim room-that sits in his empty house. Along with soft groans and hums from when you slightly tug Steve’s hair as you pull your mouth into him more, something you know he loves, more hums and groans Steve earns from you by massaging your boobs through your shirt your bra to the floor. His hands grazing, exploring and grabbing every inch of you like he’s never had you before, completely captivated. Like always because he loves touching his girl. He can’t keep his hands off of you, especially when you’re like this, pinned down under him.

The touch of your boyfriends hands all over your body gives you butterflies, heating you all around, you feel it in your heat through your shorts. Steve’s hands trail down to your knee widening your legs so your even more open for him, the same hand moving from your knee, up to your thigh and gripping your hips, then to your boobs, squeezing and massaging, taking turns; then moving to your arm and down to your fingers, intertwining them with yours, pushing your guys hands into the mattress.

Every once and a while you grind your hips up to meat Steve’s, only to be pushed down even harder by his own hips grinding into yours, creating a friction between you as he deepens his kiss, you feel his cock harden under his jeans, adding even more texture to grind up against. Your nails from your other hand digging into his back, as your own back arches from time to time, allowing Steve to explore even more territory, his hand snaking under your back, lips moving to your neck, and back to your mouth.

This cycle repeats till you either end up laying on top of him in a deep sleep, or you’re a moaning mess as he fucks into you😇

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<3hi! I love the way you right Steve, I have a smut idea where reader and Steve get into a argument or something, maybe at a party a girl was flirting with Steve and he didn't notice it, and once reader is clearly upset he feels so bad because he truly didn't notice it hurt reader:/ (our Stevie would never do such a thing) which is why he promises to make it up to her by making her feel good ;)

Loooooove this idea! sorry it took so long, I kept changing stuff around lol hope you enjoy as much as I enjoyed writing! :)

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Fem Reader

word count: 1k

Warnings: MDNI! Fluff, slight angst, oral (f receiving), fingering

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You feel the cool air wrap around you as your feet rush you away from the party and onto the side walk. Your face hot, cheeks red and anger fills your body. Steve, your boyfriend, trailing hot behind you, suddenly you feel his hand wrap around your wrist stopping you.

“baby where are you going?” he asks innocently, in an attempt to understand the sudden turmoil in your demeanor.

You yank your wrist away and continue walking.

There’s a sudden shift in his tone “honey what’s wrong?” he asks.

“seriously Steve?” you push out, turning to look at him “that girl was so obviously flirting with you and you did nothing!!!” you shout, waving your hand dismissively.

“what are you talking about? flirting? she wasn’t flirting?” he says, a bit of honest confusion in his voice.

You don’t even reply, you just let out a scoff, turning your heel and continuing your walk back to his house. The distance was short, as the party had taken place just a few houses down.

The little bit of alcohol in your system is already starting to tool with your emotions. Tears threaten to spill from your eyes, but you fought them back, the frustration taking over; Can he really be that oblivious? You didn’t want to talk, you wanted him to understand something so simple without you having to explain.

“babe will you just slow down please?” he says as he catches up to you, his breath visible in the cool night air, his large body moving in front of yours, stopping you. His hand gently finds its way to your waist, “I didn’t notice it okay?” he says, eyes trying to meet yours. “Just how you didn’t notice I left till I was halfway down the driveway? you were too busy answering her questions and being completely oblivious to her obvious advances” you rant, realization slowly dawned on him, eyes getting softer.

You turn away from him to cross the street, quickly making your way up Steve’s driveway, pushing open his front door and making your way upstairs to his bedroom.

”cant we talk about this?” he says as he quickly trails up the stairs, following you into his room. “I thought- shit, I guess I thought she was just being friendly” he admits, his hands rushing through his hair, a hint of realization in his voice as he recalls the events, feeling like total shit he didn’t realize sooner. “I’m sorry I didn’t notice sooner okay? I didn’t intend to hurt you sweetie” he finishes, his voice soft and sincere as he makes his way towards you, hands meeting your hips pushing you softly onto his bed.

The back of your knees meet his bed and you sit down, before scooting back against his headboard his hands helping to guide you, a pout sits on your face, you know he means it, you know your sweet boyfriend would never allow a girl to flirt with him when he has you, you know he wouldn’t even give her the time of day, you know he would never do anything to upset you.

He scans your face with those soft eyes of his, his hand resting on your cheek, his thumb softly rubbing the area there “talk to me please” he demands.

you finally meet his gaze, feeling bad for your outburst “i’m sorry for storming out on you like that, I just thought you were doing it on purpose” you share, tilting your head down, breaking away from his gaze, your hand moving to rest over his.

“no no don’t apologize baby, I should be the one apologizing” he tells you, his hand bringing your face back up so your eyes meet again, his lips leaning in to meet yours.

“ur not mad at me anymore are you?” he asks once he pulls away from the kiss

“no Steve” you say, kissing him again

But he still feels it, he still feels that hint of insecurity that lingers on you, desperate to show you how much you matter to him.

He slowly begins to kiss down your neck, between every soft kiss placed is a mumbled “i’m sorry”, as he trails down your chest, lifting your shirt up in the process to kiss the skin there he follows up with more “i’m sorry’s” till he gets to your thighs, kissing the inside of them, “hate when you’re upset” he says in a pout, “let me make it up to you yeah?” he mumbles, and you just can’t help but surrender to him, legs growing weak.

He slowly and softly tugs your pants down, hand gripping your knees to widen your legs for him, his lips brushing against the fabric of your panties that sits over your cunt, placing a soft kiss there, his sharp nose poking your clit through your panties, the friction mixed with his warm breath causes your heart to jump.

“you’d like that?” he teases

“mmmm” you hum “Steve please” is all you manage to get out, sinking into his pillows, and suddenly you forget why you were even mad at him in the first place.

In a swift motion he slides your panties down your leg; Your cunt already slick with your arousal, he wastes no time, his tongue gently sliding between your folds, soaking up every drip caused by him. Tongue moving up and down you slowly, eventually dipping into your hole exploring the area he knows so well.

He moves his tongue up to your needy clit, circling the area soft and slow, a way to say how sorry he is. Once and a while, sucking your clit between his lips desperate to only focus on you right now, paying attention to how you buck your hips up to grind your cunt into him, your hands fisting at his hair, moans of his name fall between your lips.

Two of his fingers move to rub over your clit, before moving down, sliding right inside of you, his mouth moving back to your clit to suck and kiss as he pumps his fingers inside of you reaching a sensitive spot deep in you, the tension in your stomach growing stronger. His other hand snaked around your thigh, pressing firmly on your belly to hold you still as you squirm at the pleasure, back arching off the bed.

And it hits you. Your orgasm breaks free, mouth falling open as you give in to complete ecstasy. Steve’s tongue still working magic on your core, riding you through your orgasm, your cunt pulsing again this lips, moans and curses is all that manage to leave your lips, hands griping even harder at Steve’s hair causing him to groan against your cunt, your chest moving up and down, heavy breaths leave your lungs as you try to come down from your high.

Steve removes his mouth from your heat, crawling up the bed to hover over you, crashing his lips onto yours “told you i’d make it all up to you didn’t i” he says, bumping his nose into yours causing you to let out a giggle, before plopping next to you hands moving to your own as he pulls you to his chest, pulling the blanket over the both of you, your head resting on his shoulder, eyes drifting shut as his thumb rubs soothing circles on your arm.

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emmy, darling, light of my life. if and when you’re ever feeling up to it, i’d love to request a steve blurb where he’s always trying to fight for dominance with reader cause they both little bitchy babes who like to be in charge. but of course, reader loses 😔.

carol, my actual smut hero, I burnt my spaghetti for you 🧡

18+

“Are you gonna be good for me?”

It would’ve been so much easier to say yes, considering Steve had you pinned underneath him, both of your hands trapped with only one of his. He had his other curled under your knee, hiking your leg higher up his hip, spreading you wider.

You were supposed to be a little helpless, pliant, begging for him, the way he liked. But you grinned and shook your head, chin tilted up to meet his gaze, always defiant.

His cock throbbed inside of you and you knew, just like he did, he that he liked you that way a little better.

So he let go of your hands, stopping your squirming, pushed one big palm to the soft of your lower tummy instead, holding you down that way. It made you feel everything a little more intensely, eyes rolling back as Steve pumped his hips into you, sitting back on his knees as he dragged you half into his lap.

It was too easy, the way he manhandled you, urging your legs open, pulling your hair, holding your hands behind your back when he thought you weren’t listening to him.

“Not gonna be a good girl for me, no?” He grunted, staring down at you with a sticky adoration, even as he fucked his cock into you that little bit deeper. Steve grinned when you cried out. “S’a damn shame, honey, you’re always so fucking pretty when you lie there and wait for my cock.”

You were panting, eyes hooded and lips parted as you did your best to wriggle free, having every intention of pushing the boy back by his shoulders and riding him until he could only chant your name. It had happened before. You could do it again.

If he let you.

“Just had to be a brat though, didn’t you?” Steve was still talking, pouring down at you as if he wasn’t canting his hips just the right way, his cock sliding in and out of you far too easily. You were soaked, messy, just the way Steve enjoyed, almost too gone as he stared down at where you were joined, your cunt glistening in the low light of his bedroom. “Needy little thing that can’t do as she’s told, huh?”

You chose that moment to moan out, back arching, ass lifting from his lap and Steve took the opportunity to deliver a swift tap to the dough of it, palm catching at the skin, smiling when it reddened.

“If you’re good for me,” he whispered, leaning in, shoving you into the pillows. Steve followed, one hand keeping your knee up to your chest. It was a white hot slice of pleasure, burning, dizzying. “If tell me what you want, like a good girl, I’ll maybe let you have it.”

His nose nuzzled yours, lips brushing, his top lip catching yours in a kiss he wasn’t nice enough to give you get, despite the way his voice was sugar sweet, candy cotton soft.

You gasped out as you tried to form words, your request stuck on your tongue as Steve’s fingers found your clit, rubbing in messy circles that only smeared your slick over you even more. He was laughing softly when you glared, lips jutting into a pout and if you could speak, you would’ve told him how unfair he was being.

You didn’t mind it at all, not really.

But it was fun to fight about it, acting up like you didn’t want Steve to boss you about, praising you all pretty when you finally gave in.

So you blinked up at him, lashes spiked with dampness, skin flushed. You managed to catch a kiss, a stolen touch that Steve relented to, groaning into your mouth when your tongue touched his and fuck, there it was, that stutter of his hips.

“Wanna ride you,” you murmured to him, voice all sweet.

Steve cooed down at you, face hidden in the crook of your neck as he delivered more kisses, the graze of his teeth making your hips buck up into his. “Say please, baby.”

He was an asshole.

You stayed quiet, lips pressed together to keep in the moans, eyes pleading despite the way you refused to ask nicely. You weren’t gonna let him win.

So Steve grinned, sat back up and out of your reach, slowing his pace down. It was agonising and you let him know so, letting out a cry, back to arching up and wriggling in his hold.

He tutted, but didn’t stop smiling, his hand finding your throat, fingers wrapping prettily around your neck. It was supposed to be a warning. “Guess I’m still in charge, honey.”

You wondered if he knew you didn’t care