In Honor Of 4/20 Heres A Little Blurb Or Whatever You Wanna Call It Of 4/20 Steve!

In honor of 4/20 here’s a little blurb or whatever you wanna call it of 4/20 Steve!

Warnings: short mention of reader having a disagreement with family & tears, mentions of weed and smoking

Word count: 455

overall just chill and calming no smut for once😱

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You sat on your bedroom floor your fingers deftly tying the laces of your sneakers, the rhythmic motion was a soothing balm to your restless mind, a momentarily distraction from the ache in your head and the tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

All from a stupid disagreement you got into with your family, your emotions teetering on the edge of control. In a reach of desperation you did one thing you do best, reached for your phone and dialed Steve Harringtons number.

Within a few rings his familiar voice trails through your ears from the other end, you mumble out a “hi Steve” and just your tone is enough for him to question a “what’s wrong?”, you explain the situation in the shortest way possible, the words tumbling from your lips in a rush of emotion. And Steve doesn’t hesitate for a moment, promising to be on his way.

It’s not long considering he’s only 3 houses away till his familiar knock echos through the stillness of your home, you swiftly make your way to the front door, swinging it open, without a word you open your arms clinging to his chest and without missing a beat Steve gracefully wraps both his arms around your body meeting your hug with equal fervor, his warmth seeping into your bones.

He only lets go when you let go, his eyes immediately softening when he catches that slight gloss in your eyes from the tears, his gaze searching yours for answers.

He’s about to speak but closes his mouth and In a gesture that spoke volumes of his understanding, Steve reaches behind his ear, and pulls out a neatly rolled blunt with a knowing smile—a silent offering of solace. Your eyes land on the blunt in his hands and you let out a relived giggle as you lean into him and he pulls you to walk with him, your lips curve into a greatfull smile as you took the blunt between your fingers, a silent understanding passing between the two of you.

You place it between your lips and Steve’s hand cups around you, shielding the wind as he lights the tip of it for you. As you took a deep inhale and exhale, the smoke followed the wind, carrying away some of the weight on your shoulders. You take one more hit before passing it off to Steve, allowing him to get a couple hits in.

Your feet fall into an easy rhythm as you two strolled down familiar trails and winding paths in Hawkins, every step you engulf more and more into the forest, your shoulders tapping here and there, a subtle warming reminder that Steve is by your side. Any visible sky is tainted a light yellow, and the air tingled with the scent of spring blossoms, a cool breeze picking up and down consistently, causing a rustle of leaves to accompany the conversations between you and Steve.

As the sky sets more and more the air grows colder and you find yourself inching closer to Steve, allowing him to wrap one large arm over you, pulling you as close as possible to him, in this moment the world feels a little less daunting and the sound of Steve’s voice and the rumble of his soothing chest as you lean into him lets you temporarily forget about any other issues that lies beyond his arms.

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If you're doing the smut blurb evening, what about Steve having to sneak away with reader during a party bc her outfit's driving him crazy <3

18+

Steve has been pawing at you for hours.

Needy, impatient, almost too bold- considering the house was full of people looking to drink cheap beer and find someone to have a good time with. Robin had already scoffed at you both, leaving you in the corner with your touchy boyfriend as she went in search for Eddie instead.

“You’re disgusting,” she’d told her best friend. “She’s going home with you, you know.”

Steve had made a face at her, childish and immature but he’d stopped his hands from travelling further up your skirt all the same. It wasn’t his fault you looked this good.

One his old basketball shirts, cut off around your midriff with a pair of blunt scissors. And if that weren’t enough skin on show, the skirt you’d paired it with was almost indecent. Any way you moved, more bare skin was flashed at him. He lost all sense of composure and decency when you leant back against him, stealing his cup of lukewarm beer and his hands went to your thighs. He barely needed to move them before he could feel the heat of your cunt on his fingers, the skirt was just that short.

You’d laughed at Robin’s comment, pushing yourself back further into your boyfriend when she left and Steve broke.

“C’mon,” he tugged at your hand, taking away the half empty cup and abandoning it on a coffee table.

You didn’t argue when he led you into the first available room, a tiny bathroom, both of you barely fitting in the space. The door was locked behind you, your back already against it and the bass thudding your through spine as Steve wasted no time.

“Need to touch you,” he groaned, head dipped so he could kiss and nip at your neck, his nose drawing a line across your jaw as you gasped at his desperation. “Been driving me goddamn mad all night, babe.”

“I have?” You laughed through a moan, Steve’s hands returning to his favourite spot beneath your skirt, his thumb pressing into the front of your underwear, finding your clit with almost annoying precision. “I didn’t notice.”

“This fucking skirt,” Steve cursed, pushing it up, showing him the way your cotton underwear was sticking to your wet folds. He could see the way your pussy gave way to his thumb, how the fabric gathered around your swollen clit. He pinched it, grinning when you whined. “Been thinking ‘bout bending you over all night, d’you know that?”

You shook your head, playing dumb, head half empty with the way he kept you pinned between his body and the door. He could’ve done whatever he wanted to you, you wanted to say, you would have let him put him manhandle you like this in the middle of the kitchen if he asked nicely enough.

“Oh yeah, honey,” Steve drawled, his voice catching on a groan when he finally shoved his hands down the front of your underwear. The cotton gave way, stretching out over the back of his hand. He used two fingers to spread you, letting a line of spit fall from his lips to his cupped palm, pushing his digits against your slick cunt. “Wanted that skirt flipped up and your ass out for me. Could’ve got down on my knees right there, been wanting it so bad.”

You choked on a moan, head dropping forward to rest on Steve’s shoulder, your fingers clutching at his T-shirt. You nodded, whining his name for him, hips bucking into his hand so your pussy slid over his fingers, fucking yourself down onto his touch.

“Yeah, baby?” Steve sounded as wrecked as you felt. His lips were pressed to your cheek as he spoke, his breath warm and shaking. “You want me to show you?”

When’s it gonna be my tuuuurn

han, can we please talk about cockwarming steve because jesus christ, i can't get the thought of it out of my head. I just want to get on his lap while he's watching tv on the couch and beg him to slip it in and just bury my face in his neck for however long he wants to keep me sat there, being all sweet by stroking my back but also being a fucking menace by thrusting up from time to time

AUURYEGEGEHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 🫣

steve’s all, “can you be good for me?” and gripping your ass and thighs and telling you to be still for him. that the point is to just warm his cock, not ride it. but he fills you up so good when you sit down, cock stretching you beyond your limits, and you have to literally just sit there and take it.

he’s watching a new movie. (he is never invested in movies unless it’s helping him get laid). and every time you whimper he shushes you and rubs your back. presses those plush lips against your ear. “c’mon, baby, just gotta sit still and be quiet ‘nd pretty for me, okay?”

and just when you’re settling, just when you’ve gotten used to him being inside of you, just when you’re being good, he starts thrusting up into you. slow, shallow strokes while his hands find your plush hips. lazy, like he’s doing it absentmindedly. you cry and whine his name but he doesn’t even look at you - though he absolutely does hear you. just keeps watching his movie, fucking up into you until he gets hard again and then stopping.

“you can wait ‘til the movie’s done, can’t you?” he asks when you get real needy. when you start getting tearful. “only another half hour, honey, and then i’m all yours.”

of course, you temp him. sucking hickeys into his neck and tugging his hair gently. makes him fuck you again, a groan slipping from his lips while he calls you needy. the noise of his dick sheathing itself inside of you is so loud it’s embarrassing.

and when the credits roll, you’re so relieved. but then steve yawns, tries to hide a smirk, and says, “i’m real tired, honey. how about you keep my cock warm while we sleep, huh?”

the only good thing about it is when you wake up to him fucking you.

guys i think we’re underestimating how caring steve would be in a relationship. that boy has so much love to give but no one seems to accept it. like if you start dating he’s definitely worshipping the ground you walk on.

you want flowers? he's getting you one everytime he walks by a flower shop or picking flowers whenever he sees one.

you want some treats? he has acquired 89 chocolate bars and even some pastries from the local coffee shop you love.

you are late to somewhere? he's your personal driver from now on. dropping you off and picking you up from EVERYWHERE and he doesn't care if he's busy, he makes time for u!!!!

you wanna watch movies? cool he picked out 6 different movies that he knows you'd love. (even horror movies, he’ll watch most of it behind his hand, but anything to make u happy<3)

you wanna have a cozy day at home? good! he's got some groceries so u guys can cook together and make some delicious food <3

you feel stressed? he has his mouth, fingers and something really… big that can fix that very quickly!!

"what, baby?"

bestfriend!steveharrington x reader

word count: 1.1K words

content warnings: just giggly drunkenness and you and your best friend not knowing what personal space is..

let me know if you guys want a part 2!!!

“hi pretty girl.” steve slurs with a dopey smile, as you stumble over to him.

you giggle, letting him catch you as you pull him into the couch. “hi stevie..” you coo.

“where’ve you been?” he mumbles, shifting so he’s at your side, your leg draped over him.

“mmm- i’s’with eddie..” you slur, as steve pushes your hair behind your ear. “ohhh..” he trails off, letting his eyes drift down to your lips. you giggle and lean in, pressing your cheek against his as you wrap your arms around him and robin calls your name.

“y/n- woah- look! look look look!” she yells, dragging vickie over to show you that she has arrived.

you wave with a smile, trying to be polite, despite feeling steve’s open mouth on your throat, lips twisted into a smile as he hugs you tightly against him. you feel him laugh against your neck as eddie stumbles over to offer a drink to the new arrival, and you instinctually grab his arm.

“s-steve-“ you breathe. “what, baby?” he smiles. you look down at him and meet his glazed eyes and blown out pupils. “yeah?” he hums.

the tequila catches up to you as you mumble “I wanna kiss you..” an inch away from his open mouth. he groans, his eyebrows furrowing. “aw- you can’t just say that baby..” he shakes his head, but doesn’t stop inching even closer.

“mmm.. but I wanna-“ “I know I know.. me too- but I can’t- we can’t-“ he cuts himself off.

you pout, pushing your bottom lip out, and feel him harden under your leg. “alright- up…” he shakes his head, patting your hip. your jaw drops open as he starts to move towards the opposite side of the couch.

“wha- steve!” you whine, not caring how desperate you might look.

“we’re not- not doin this- we’re drunk-“ he tries to rationalize out loud. you huff but back off a little, knowing he’s right.

“what if we kissed when we were sober?” you suggest. he looks at you for a minute. “that’s not- you would still wanto?” he slurs. you nod instantly. “wanna do a lot with you..” you smile, pushing your lips into his neck, not quite kissing him.

his breathing picks up and you feel him groan softly. “y’gotta st-fuck..” he whimpers, pushing himself further into your touch. “just one..” you plead.

he sighs, pulling you on top of him. you giggle and throw your arms around his neck. “hi..” you breathe, resting your forehead against his. “hey..” he smiles. “we shouldn’t do this..” you admit, coming to your senses for just a second before sinking into him again. the corner of his mouth turns up a little. “yeah no- def- definitely shouldn’t..” he trails off, as your lips ghost over his.

“makes me wanna do it m-“ he cuts you off with his lips against yours and you moan softly before kissing him back.

he grabs at your back and you tangle your hands in his hair, making him quickly pull back. “mm.. y-cant..” he winces, making you giggle as you pull him in for another kiss and feel him get harder against your inner thigh.

“fuck..” you whimper softly, making him groan into the kiss.

“woah! what do we have here!!” eddie yells, snapping you out of it as he sits down right on the arm of the couch. steves head falls back and he shuts his eyes tight as he lets his hands fall to your waist.

he's a sight for sore eyes. his lips swollen and red and his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath that you stole.

eddie’s eyebrows are raised and his mouth hangs open as he looks between the two of you.

“wow harrington, never thought you’d actually grow the balls.” he teases. you open your mouth to make an out of pocket, alcohol-induced comment about how his ball’s definitely grew, but steve quickly slaps a hand over your mouth, as if reading your mind.

he gives you a look and you giggle, sinking into his chest. he lets his arm wrap around you and the two of you look up at eddie, who was even more shocked than before.

“aw.. well I’m happy for you two lovebirds.. make sure I’m invited to the wedding..” he winks before hopping up and leaving you alone.

you glance down at steve, who is still catching the last of his breaths.

“y’in there?” you ask softly. he nods, looking up at you. “mhm just- thinking..” he mumbles. you gasp. “steve harrington? thinking??” you tease. he glares at you and starts to throw you off of him. “no no no! I’m sorry, I’m sorry..” you giggle, clinging onto him as he brings you back into his lap. he’s smiling now and you sit up a little to get a good look at him.

“what’re you thinking about?” you ask genuinely.

“you.” he answers immediately.

“what about me?” you push a little more. “nothin in particular.. just always thinking about you..” he admits easily. your heart jumps but you try not to show it. “oh yeah?” you smile. he nods before subtly trying to pull you closer.

“aww does stevie wan’another kiss?” you coo. he rolls his eyes but still pulls your neck down to him in a bruising kiss. you smile against his lips and try to get even closer to him.

“steve I want- mmm..” you cut yourself off, knowing you were probably going too far. he pulls away to hear you out. “whatdya want baby?” he asks softly. you groan softly at the nickname.

“want you..” you look down at your lap, scared to meet his eyes.

“y/n..” he groans, his voice getting lower. you quickly meet his eyes to find them dark, his pupils taking them up. “m’sorry..” you apologize. “mm mm baby- don’t apologize.. want you too, s’just- we’re way too drunk to make decisions like that..” he explains. you know he’s right but you still tease him a little.

“what’re you talkin about? m’not drunk..” you giggle, sinking your face into his neck and placing a kiss there. he smiles, making his jaw tense up. “yeah me neither..” he chuckles, as you finally roll off of him. his hand follows you and comes to a rest on your thigh when you settle next to him.

“m gonna go get some water.. y’want some?” you ask, starting to stand up.

“sure.. y’tryin to sober up for me?” he smirks as you start to walk away.

you shake your head and smile at him. “just trying to put some distance between us!” you call before turning and heading for the kitchen.....